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patchiko · 10 months ago

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You’ve been given AK Jason so much love thx ☺️ if it’s not too much… what are some of AK Jason’s comforts? Does he have comfort foods? 🥘 Does he like the sound of the rain? 🌧️ Naps on the couch ? 🛋️

Thx 🥰

ill give this man love anytime💟

and its never too much anon, i love writing for him and yall!

Comforting Ak!Jay

(IM SO PROUD OF THIS I 💟 MY AUTISM)

(ngl this also just turned into my character analysis of Ak!Jay’s psychological gymnastics from Comics ((AK Genesis & Batman: AK)) and games) (still wrote the comfort shit tho)

hc, but i dont think any jason todds like the rain. it reminds them too much of the time he was a kid, didnt have a place to stay and went to sleep cold and wet

or when he was still young and with his family, his apartment would get flooded.

BUT ANYWAYS—

alone, i dont think jason can comfort himself very well.

beats himself for it when its over, drops him back into a spiral

just very much not healthy

HOWEVEER with someone is very different ,,

I Ramble Abt Jason Todd

post writing this, i feel like that one tweet thats like, ‘i never realized she was holding a plate of corn in this scene.’

Ak!Jays spirals or episodes come from two things, his self-esteem or self-worth, along with his lack of self-identity

Ak!Jason (Post/During AK) has a very hard time with his self worth, it solely stems from wanting to prove people wrong about himself. he obviously doesn’t like being perceived in the wrong way.

Ak!Jason (Post/During AK) says he’s move pasts his traumas, yet his identity and reasoning is constantly rooted in them, leading to so much contradictory dialogue and mental FUCKING GYMNASTICS.

ak!jay juggling if he wants to be loved by batman/batfam or wants to end it

i think he often ponders if he was better off being killed by the joker, or if he can really be redeemed from his actions as Arkham Knight by helping Gotham as Red Hood.

and if it’s enough for the people around him or someone to accept him.

if he can truly ever be loved

he has a lot of crisises about his identity and purpose more often then not b/c he cant find a reason for either besides his own anger and approval addiction.

, his biggest fear is losing, being worthless, and unwanted.

his constant drive is winning and proving himself as the best.

it causes his always feeling the need to prove himself, just so that hes wanted.

full pic is him on hid knees begging alfred for help,, my baby—-

the first introduction of his internalized self-deprecation is with his father, other then the Arkham Knight Annual

though he rejects this “truth” in the Annual, showing his determination to prove himself more then what Bruce and the Joker idealizes him to be, I think its a good mirror into Jasons mind and what really makes him start cracking

Ex. , his biological father canonically telling him he was a loser growing up, and his mom seems to personify/objectify Jason as gothams gravitation keeping them in gotham.

another example is the way he is talked to throughout scarecrows psychotropic

throughout the comic and game he goes between or showing a desire for a connection with bruce and praising joker for his upbringing, then chastising them.

its very clear jason has an identity issue, with him isolating himself because he believes he is too broken (game dialogues), his need for validation stemming from his childhood, his fear of abandonment, and overall internal dilemmas of wanting a connection or not. obviously hes not good with working out his emotions on his own without doing considerably impulsive things.

jason wanting to be his own person v jason wanting to be a better person for the people in his life

He see’s the place he was tortured as a rebirth for him, along with his plan to destroy Gotham and Bruce.(AK: Genesis)

This only comes from his desire to want his own separate identity, by ending these cycles of Bruces actions and Gothams nightmares he also believes that he will be truly free.

his only true identification with himself is anger and resentment, being built, gravitated, and broken by anger. feeling like hes always losing or lost, and his desire to just win something and therefore be wanted

okay to stop a fuckton of more rambling jason todd, abandoment issues, jealousy/obsession issues, need for connection, validation, relationships, self-destructive isolation, brainwashing induced perception issue, intense mood swings which also cause perception issues.

i guess it could try to be argued that Jason doesn’t actually want validation bc he got over the psychotropic; but i disagree with the way he constantly talks about being underestimated and feeling like he has to prove himself throughout the comics and his dialogue with Barbra in game.

i also want to make it clear that throughout the ak!comics he does help civilians so it does really have morality for other people. He does separate Gothams Gravity from the people, and claims the worst of the worst (villains and such) are the people who succumb to gotham.

(im only stopping bc im on mobile and couldn’t put anymore pictures)

im so upset.

theres so much i didnt get to talk abt

Ok Actually Comforting

so its pretty god damn hard to comfort this dude, he’s a chronic over analyzer, could probably turn anything and everything you say against himself or you, and yet would crave validation and intimacy.

which makes him a bit of a trip,, but i love him. so.

a lot of the time you’ll have to go with his flow

if its really bad he’ll isolate himself, he feels like he’s letting you down by breaking in front of you. He can’t let you see him as weak because to him its a liability for your relationship.

as well as the fact that his perception becomes very extreme/warped when very emotional. he’ll can range from believe your lying to him, to he’s not worth that kind of comfort and he’s wasting your time.

it takes a lot of patience for him to accept that he isnt an inconvenience to you and you do actually care

overtime, a lot of fucking time, he’ll slowly come around to this. instead of leaving for days or weeks at a time, Jason will leave for at most a day or two, but around midnight he’ll be home craving your presence.

he cant be alone again, he really doesn’t wanna be alone again, he needs to make sure you don’t wanna leave him.

probably just goes to sleep facing you, or holding your hand if hes feeling especially mushy.

he’d be so quiet, having the internal battle of leaving you or letting him feed into his desire of just having you around him.

In his words, needing a home. feeling safe, and warm. (I LIED I DELETED TWO PICS TO SHOW THIS)

jason thinking of alfred as home>>

Jason needs that in a partner! Someone who is warm to him! someone who makes him feel wanted or needed! Someone who makes him feel safe!

I think if you catch him just as he gets triggered/begins to spiral, you can help him not crash out.

Being over the top mushy with him isnt gonna work, he needs someone to ground him and be 100% with him.

sometimes he doesn’t need to talk or just doesn’t want to, again presence.

but acknowledging him every now and then to make sure he knows your not brushing him off or forgot about him.

when you’re in a closer relationship he definitely just wants you in his arms, needs to hold you close.

Home-cooked meals with him, justing going about your life with him, making him feel wanted, making him feel acknowledged.

i think he’d open up every now and then, but i think he’s also still a self-assured person who needs guidance at the right time. to just be sure he’s on the right path and youre with him.

one of his triggers is his own jealousy, accidentally making him feel like he’s replaceable or him believing you’ll get tired of him.

he needs so much reassurance.

just be there with him, guide him, love him, make sure he’s on the right path.

he needs a lot of things, sometimes its naps, sometimes its food, sometimes just to be in your arms, sometimes to help you cook, sometimes watching you work, sometimes he’ll have you lay your back on his chest and read with him, sometimes he just wants to fall asleep with you, sometimes he wants to cry in your arms, JUSDHRIDJDJDISO JASON TODD COME HOME WE MISS YOUUUU

HES MY HIGH MAINTENANCE GF

this was so satisfying to write i <3 jason todd

rq/inbox is open !! if you just wanna yap or wanna request somethin’ go ahead!

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #jason peter todd #arkham knight #skullkidwithsunglasses #i ramble about arkham knight heheheej #jason todd headcanon #red hood headcanons #red hood x reader #red hood

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burntb4bydoll · 1 year ago

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BAE I NEED MORE 2023 BILL STUFF 😭😭😭 PRETTY PLEASE POOKIE 😫

YOU GOT IT BAE🤭🫡

ALSO IM SORRY IF U DONT LIKE THIS!! YOU DIDNT REALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANTED SO I JUST DID THIS IDEA IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT

@ilovebill-and-gustav

2023 Bill Kaulitz x reader whos a member of Tokio Hotel

•yall probably had a super duper sweet childhood friends to lovers type relationship

•he loved you ever since you joined the band but both of you were too young and awkward to realize 😭

•as you grew up, neither of you could hold back your feelings anymore and eventually got together. Everyone was so relieved that you guys FINALLY got together, they were so sick of your obliviousness 💀

•going on tour with him is SO GREAT

•obviously Bill is very fun and energetic, so hanging out with him is always a good time

•he makes you make tiktoks with him😭 also makes you take SO many instagram pictures for him. He also takes a ton of you but you never need to ask him to do it, he already takes them without you asking him

•and ofc you guys share hotel rooms and also share a bed on the tour bus

•everyone likes to joke about how you guys are never seen without each other and both of you always deny it. Butttt literally every time the paparazzi takes pictures of you, he is standing right there too. And you are almost always in every picture he posts

•GETS MATCHING CONCERT OUTFITS WITH YOU

•and he wears his big ass platforms so he gets you some too so that the height difference isnt too much💀

•one time you almost tripped and ate shit while on stage and he laughed for about 5 minutes straight. Like yall had to take a break so that he could get himself together 😭 you were just rolling your eyes the whole time while trying to be mad at him, but it was so funny that you couldn’t help but laugh too

•gives you a kiss between every song🤭 he just gets so excited and filled with adrenaline that he cant help but give you a couple of smooches 😇

•post concert sex is 100% a frequent thing for you two

•and the rest of the band complains the next day because they can hear you through the hotel walls, and yall go on for hours😭

•OMFG YK HOW HE POSTED ABOUT HIS VACATION AFTER THE TOUR? WELL OFC U WERE THERE TOO!!

•he loved spending that alone time with you in such a beautiful place. And he definitely whines when its time to go home because he was having so much fun with you and he didn’t want it to end

•overall yall have such a cute and healthy relationship and hes the best bf ever

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz smut

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rainworlddramablog · 15 days ago

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why not the most pressing topic

(be warned, armchair phycology inbound)

oh Pansear highlight of this community (past tense) they made amazing things, such as the kiss me kill me map, their comics period, and left an empty wasteland in their leave.

God what a fucking mess, they closed off there final message, leaving the rumors to run rampant only for the source to let the blame fall a step down the chain.

I dont blame Azriel, i find it hard to do that, they are just a minor, just like me. They take just as much responsibility as us, the spread it without fact checking, you know who else did that? And they had an excuse, mental health and a particular distain for our long gone friend. (Witch mind you in fact is totally justified, they where the one wronged by Pansear, its up to morals for us to forgive Pan, but Azriel is under no such obligation.) And hey, look at that, the internet beat the shit out of them, doing exactly as I expected and not thinking a single intelligent thought.

Speaking of which I need to real quick give some sympathy to those poor bastards I just insulted. excuse me if this might get long, but I find it eager to attempt an understanding for each party in this shit show:

You, a young teen, have looked up to a famous artist for making works that you personally relate to. You follow them religiously watch there every step and treat them like a king, their word is law. You have had their work lift you, help you though the days where it just doesn't feel like you can make it. You might even find someone who kept fighting on because of that work, it might have saved someone's life.

one day you wake up to find a post, something about how pansear is a pedophile, about how they support grooming, about how they are a bitch and deserve to rot in hell. Well, you might have seen that last part, I'm sure it was out there some where. Needless to say you were devastated, it was now dangerous to even support this person you loved, and had helped you though maybe even your darkest times.

It's a hit, but you survive, Pansear assures you of that. They continue to post, they seem pretty down, and you feel very down, the whole situation tugs on your mind, not all the time, but in the late hours of the night, where instead of sleeping, you think, you think about how it all could have gone better.

then tragedy strikes again, something far more conclusive, the claims previously put out now spread like open flame, lit by the gasoline of 4 screenshots.

it hurts, it hurts a fucking lot, you cry, you cry a fucking lot. Worse, Pansear isn't here to defend them self, they left, Pansear left. If it was harder to ignore, now its impossible, you cant focus, you cant even talk about it, then you would be "defending Pansear."

that would hurt, that would hurt a fucking lot. And you have not choice but to let this rage simmer for about 2 weeks, and after that time.

you find reason to let it boil over. Who could blame you, no where to put this stress, no where to put this anger, you go to whoever you can, and (for lack of a better term) beat the shit out of them.

excuse my writing, i got a habit of that. but i should clarify, i was not there, this is a prediction of how i would have reacted if i where a bit farther down the rabbit whole. I know Pansear was popular, it gives me reason to believe that this might be a common experience. Or perhaps it was different. Perhaps for some they had a server, a place to talk about there feelings without judgement, where they could prosses loss. (i know by way of my self that this might have been the first time someone truly lost someone else)

So take that story with a grain of salt, but i do find it rather important to ask you, why? Why did we have to be so cruel to each other, could we not have taken a step back and realize that name calling and death threats only made things worse.

There is a reason, even for the most extreme situations, that someone says "do not harass anyone." When did we forget that?

I should clarify, I'm not sure how the fandom as a whole responded, I'm not on twitter (GTFO of there if you are) and where I am on tumblr, it was not common mention. I've reason to believe that the story is not entirely of my mind alone, simply because with size it becomes harder and harder to not have one of each person.

i think this will be my first rant, i have only spoken on one of the things i want to talk about i have thought a lot about this, in the dead of night. i dont think ill forget this, but i will chose to remember this as something positive, what ever positivity i can get out of it.

to anyone out there reading this i think its important to let you know what i believe is the final message sent in Pansear's discord server, not the emote ones but the forest.

to anyone struggling out there, remember, Pansear believed in you. i take solace in this message, you should too.

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crabcollectorskykid · 2 years ago

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Aonung x male reader.

So…You know how every metkayina has a spirit sister or brother. Well…The reader was writing a book about the fauna and flora of the reef and he stumbled across Aonung spririt brother with the tracker the humans shot to the tulkun. He takes it out and starts a conversation with Aonung Spirit brother and he thanks the reader for Saving him. Then the reader returns and stumbles across Aonung and mentions saving a Tulkun. Aonung is impressed and finally recognizes his feelings for the reader. Then when the tulkun come back to metkayina home, Aonung reunites with his spirit brother and he mentions a male na’vi that saves his life. Then Aonung starts to gush and simp about the reader to his tulkun. Then he realizes that the reader saved his spirit brother and Aonung asked his brother for advice on what to do about his feelings. His spirit brother tells him to confess, but Aonung says that the reader is not one of emotions. His spirit brother tells him that the boy loves him back. Then he find later the reader writing on the cove of ancestors and he confess.

I apologize if it’s quite long. I like to be detailed so the writers don’t suffer.

Aonung x M!reader

Genre: angst/fluff

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: reader gets injured while saving the tulkun, mentions of a strict father, and SPOILERS

Okay imagine how much strength reader has because, do you know how many people it took to take off the tracker from lo'aks tulkun? Also sorry if this is a bit bad. Another sorry because I might have changed things a bit, and there's a bit of Tsiyera x reader but mainly focus on aonung x reader

Fem aligned readers DNI

After (___) finished doing his last task, he quickly went to his marui and took his handmade journal. He had his afternoon all to himself and what better way to spend it than to write things about the fauna and flora of the reef, he called his ilu and went outside the reef. He found an isolated island a bit far from the village, it's the perfect place for him to relax without being disturbed.

"Finally I can continue writing." He said sighing in relief, his father finally let him have a break which was a relief. You loved your father but he doesn't usually give you a break instead he puts you into adult activities to "strengthen" your body and core. Of course it worked but you're still young, a teen to be precise. A teen who also needs a break, you understand that your father just wants you to be prepared for being a future warrior but you still need a break from this problems.

"....Ahh!-enough negative thoughts, I need to continue writing." And so you did..until you were interrupted by a loud cry of a sea animal, the cry was familiar almost as if it was a.."A TULKUN-" you cared about tulkuns alot. You had one before but..he died, so you didn't hesitate to try and look for it.

You made clicking sounds to call for your ilu, the loud cry was close so it didn't take long for you to find the tulkun "hey hey, calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you." You said to the tulkun swimming towards it trying to find the reason why it was crying out loud, and oh boy did you winched at the sight of a large tracker sticked to the skin of the tulkun "oh,oh boy. D-dont worry, surely we'll find a way to take thing thing out." You said trying to calm you and the tulkun, once you tried pulling it out you realized it might take more to take the thing out.

"Zazu come here boy." You called your ilu and wrapped a rope around it, you wrapped the rope on the part where it doesn't hurt so your ilu won't be in pain "alright go as hard and fast as you can once I say go, alright?" Your ilu flapped it's fins in acknowledge and counted to 3 "1,2,3 GO!" You yelled as tried to pull the tracker off the tulkun as hard as you can, it move a bit but it wasn't enough. You thought this situation couldn't get any worse..well it did cause you saw a ship coming towards making you panic "s-shit! Go GO, WE NEED TO PULL HARDER" you panicked pulling the tracker as hard as you can, your ilu swimming as fast as it could hoping it would help.

The ship started to get closer which made you panic more, the tracker started to slide off bit by bit until it finally came off. "GO, HURRY!" you told the tulkun while you swam towards your ilu and took the ropes off, your ilu swam as fast as he could trying to lose the crab like machines that was chasing them. You decided to go and hide in the seaweed jungle hoping they'll get lost but luck wasn't by your side this time. The sky people kept appearing infront of you and beside you making things a bit hard.

So you quickly went out the seaweed jungle and went to the corals to hide. Again they found you and you already lost your ilu, their machines were strong enough to destroy the corals in their way and you are running out of breath. The corals edges gave you some cuts but you weren't focused on that right now, you were focused escaping but you just found a dead end. You gave up, you were gonna die from the lack of air or drowned so why bother. You were gonna die.

Sike-lmao tulkuns came and attacked the sky people but before you passed out one of them swam to the very top carrying you on their fin, you muttered a little 'thank you' before you passed out.

Part 2? KIDDING-

You soon woke up from the waves hitting your face making you choke a bit, you were laying on a rock and it was pretty dark. You finally noticed the cuts all around your body making you winched at the sight "oww...wait shi-ZAZU? ZAZU?!" you tried calling for your ilu not because you wanted to go home but because you were worried something happened to your beloved ilu, "Aish, how am I gonna go home now.." you said looking around for a solution.

You sat down trying to think of a solution that is until a loud call of your name was heard, at first you thought it was just your imagination but the second time you heard it you started yelling back "Hey-HEY IM OVER HERE!!!" you yelled as loud as you can hoping they would hear you, you saw a glimpse of an ilu swimming towards you and you immediately knew who it was "zazu! zazu, I'm so glad you're okay boy!" You said going near your ilu, soon after your father swam towards you "(___)! There you are, we have been looking all over for you!" Your father said hugging you. You were honestly suprised he hugged you but you hugged back, enjoying the affection.

"what happened to you?! Why are you covered in cuts?!" Your father said examining your body "I uh..I can't recall.." you said feeling a bit lightheaded "(___), are you okay?" He asked, you didn't get to answer because you suddenly passed out. The last thing you heard was your father calling out your name.

The light of the sun woke you up and you felt like...shit. "ughh, my body hurtss" you groaned catching the attention of the people in the marui, you tried to sit up but a hand stopped you from doing so "do not sit up yet, you're hurt." The oh so familiar voice made you open your eyes "aonung?! W-what are you doing here?" You asked a bit shocked to see him, he sat down beside you and giggled "what does it look like? I'm visiting you..well not just me my uh parents are also here to see you." He admitted your eyes finally shot up wide open and looked behind him to see the olo'eyktan and the tsahik. Out of instinct you quickly sat up and bowed to them, soon followed by the stings of your wounds by the sudden movement "ow ow ow owwww" you whined placing a hand on your back.

"(___) drop down the formalities you don't have to act like that when nobody is around." tonowari said Ronal nodding in agreement, Tsiyera sat down to your side quickly "I'm glad you're awake (___), do you need something?" Tsiyera asked you shook your head "I'm fine but if I'm allowed to ask, uncle,auntie may I ask why you guys are also here?" You asked politely your father was very close to the olo'eyktan and the tsahik you heard that your father was close friends with them so you considered them as your auntie and uncle "what? Am I not allowed to know if my friend's son is okay?" He joked a bit "half of the reason is that but I'm just here to ask on what made you get into this situation, why did we found you injured" he asked, you hesitated to tell him "the sky people were attacking a tulkun, so I saved it but..the sky people chased after me."

You tried to recall your memory "I tried to lose them in the seaweed jungle but their machines were fast and almost caught me then lost my ilu." The people in your listened but aonung was fuming in anger because of what the sky people had done to you, how dare they try to capture you and the tulkuns and to put you in this kind of state. He swore once he find those who tried to hurt you, he will pay them back after what they did.

"I got most of the scratches from the corals but some of it were from the spears thrown at me. The tulkuns saved me and now I'm here." You ended, the family looked at you with pity "you had done a good deed, but right now you need rest brave warrior" Ronal said tonowari nodded, they decided it's time to leave but aonung saved "is something wrong, Nung?" You used the nickname he oh so loved, but what caught you suprised was when he hugged you "I'm just glad your alive and okay.." it took you a few seconds to process what was happening and hugged back "mhm, me too."

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Its been a few days since the incidents and aonung had been VERY protective of you, he would not let you leave the marui and monitored your wounds 24/7 "Nung...seriously I'm okay, you dont have to worry about me." You said dumbfounded at aonung who tending your wounds "not after the stunt you made, I am not gonna let you out of my sight until you are FULLY okay." He said after finishing tending your wounds.

It's been a few days and you manage to sneek out of your marui and went to the isolated island where you saved the tulkun, yes yes it might be dangerous but you were hoping to meet the tulkun you just saved. And you were right, you found it there chilling so you swam with your ilu towards it "hey! We meet again, how are you?" You signed to the tulkun "indeed we meet again and I'm doing alright, I should be the one asking you if you're alright. I saw how injured you looked before" the tulkun said and you giggled "yes yes, I'm alright now. A few scratches isn't gonna hurt me that much." You lied, oh boy You lied because it hurted so damn much you kept passing out from the pain.

"thank you for saving my life, I owe you for that. If you weren't there I don't think I would be having this conversation with you right now" the tulkun said "no worries, I wouldn't dare to leave a tulkun just like that." You signed back and you sighed "is something wrong?" The tulkun asked a bit worried about you "oh it's nothing, it's just..there's a boy I like but I don't know if he likes me back or not." You signed to him covering your face with your hands "I feel like he's out of my league, there's so many people in my clan who's a better mate than me. I can barely show my emotion. He's brave,caring,responsible,and a really funny guy. I don't wanna ruin my friendship with him." You said "is there a reason why you think he won't like you back?" The tulkun asked.

"he's gonna be the future olo'eyktan and I'm just..I'm just a warrior who scares and intimidate people alot because how I act." You admitted "you're much more than you think, you saved my life from the sky people with the help of your ilu and through your strategies, you risked your life to save mine you were willing to die just so you can save a tulkun's life." The tulkun continued "you're not just a warrior, you are a brave,smart,determined warrior not just a normal warrior." The tulkun said and you smiled "I guess you're right but I don't have the courage to tell my feelings for him, I don't wanna ruin my friendship with him." You noticed that it was getting dark "I need to go, it was nice talking to you brother" you said calling for ilu "I hope we meet again." The tulkun said

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You were kneeling on the floor with your father looking down on you "where were you." He said sternly, you looked at the ground and gulped "I went outside the reef to go hunting." You half truth, I mean it's true you went outside the reef but you didn't exactly tell the real reason why. Your father sighed "ma'itan you shouldn't be going outside the reef in that kind of state, what if the sky people found you again. What if they actually captured you." Your father said, you didn't say anything just looked down at the floor in shame, he sighed looking at his son with worry in his eyes "I'll let this one go this time, you are dismissed." Your father said and you quickly bowed and went outside.

You went away from the marui and exhaled in relief "what a relief." "Awh, looks like the brave warrior is afraid of his own father." Aonung appeared behind you startling you a bit "stop appearing behind me like that and you would get scared too if your father has that kind of stern look in their face." He laughed "I guess you're right." You two stopped talking and admired the eclipse, you noticed the hesitant look on aonung's face

"hey..you okay?" You asked you noticed his ears went down a bit and hesitated to tell you "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to-" he cut off your sentence "no it's okay it's just..what if they didn't find you, what if we found you too late.." he confessed, you were shocked. You don't usually see aonung this down, you're used seeing him all confident and demanding "well if I have to be honest, I don't think I would be here talking to you right now. I would be, dead." You answered his question straightforwardly "exactly! You would've died, I don't want to lose you yet. Not ever would I ever wanna lose you!" Needless to say you were a bit flustered on what he said but you didn't exactly show it, you held his hand and put it on your chest to where your heart is "I'm right here aonung alive and well, my heart is beating. Do not focus on the what ifs and focus on the present." Aonung frown turned into a teasing smirk "y'know you can't let go of my hand now, you can always ask me if you want me to touch your chest or something" he said in a teasing tone, (___) quickly slapped his hand away his way turning a bit purple "shut it." He quickly said aonung laughing in response.

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A quite snore was heard in a marui, but was quickly interrupted by someone body slammed their body on him, (___) groaned by the sudden body weight waking him up "ow, what the hell man." You groaned turning your body hoping it would make the person ontop of you leave you "wake up sleepyhead the tulkuns are here." Aonung said shaking (___) aggressively "I never thought aonung would act like this to someone, is the person special to him or something?" Lo'ak whispered to Tsiyera "that's (___) one of the best hunters in the village and the son of a well known warrior in the clan, he's our childhood friend too. I've always admired his leadership and confidence, no wonder our father took a liking to him." Tsiyera explained, the tone on her voice was painfully obvious that she admired (___) alot "you seem to like him alot." Neteyam said nudging his younger brother, he nudged back in response "yes I like him alot as a friend of course, why did you ask?" Tsiyera respond a bit oblivious "oh it's nothing." "OWWW-OKAY OKAY ILL GET UP STOP DRAGGING ME." you yelled at aonung who started to drag you by your feet, you quickly stood up and walk towards to Tsiyera "hey reya" you greeted Tsiyera using the nickname you used when you were young "and you guys must be the sully kids, pleasures to meet you." You greeted them, lo'ak glaring you a bit which was a bit confusing on why he glared at you "hurry up let's go!" Aonung said pushing you a bit "calm down, I'll go I'll go!"

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"hey, how come he isn't looking for his tulkun?" Lo'ak asked looking at (___) who was sitting on the net bridge looking at the people bonding with their tulkuns "ah..aonung should we tell him?" Tsiyera asked looking at aonung for an answer "we probably should or else he might bother (___)." Aonung said rolling when lo'ak glared at him "alright, you see (___)'s spirit died helping the other tukuns escaped but the life gives and takes. They gave the tulkuns the chance to escape but...they took (___) spirit brother's life.." Tsiyera said the mood feeling a bit tense and down "(___) demeanor changed at that time, the whole village was scared to talk to him or even look at him, even aonung was intimidated and scared of him." Tsiyera said "it's true." Aonung admitted "so tree boy if you're planning to ask (___) about this, consider that as a death wish from him." Aonung said looking at lo'ak who gulped from fear. "I should go accompany (___), I don't want him to feel lonely. Aonung are you gonna join me?" Tsiyera asked aonung who shook his head "no, I have to go see my spirit brother." Aonung said swimming away to find his spirit brother.

Aonung found his spirit brother and swam towards it "brother long time no see." He signed smiling happy to see his spirit brother after a long time "how are you?" Aonung asked "all is good but I almost got caught because of the sky people but a brave na'vi saved me." The tulkun responded "really?! Do you know who they are, I need to thank them for that." Aonung asked the tulkun who let out a cry "I forgot to ask his name but he looks like your childhood friend. How is he by the way?" The tulkun asked aonung "ah, a few weeks ago he saved a tulkun but he got a bit reckless and got himself injured badly, we thought he died when he passed out." Aonung signed the tulkun let out another cry signifying he was shocked "really? Can you explain the whole situation on how it happened" aonung nodded and explained the whole situation.

"(___) must be the one who saved me, the situation matches perfectly with mine." The tulkun let out a happy cry while aonung was in awe "well no wonder, he's (___) afterall the well known brave hunter in the village.He must've been so strong to pull that tracker of you, I guess the training paid off-i mean have you seen how toned and muscular his body is, geez I can go on talking about him." aonung said smiling giddly like a teenager who's high over heels for someone (to which he is.) The tulkun eyes squinted "you must really like him or have a crush on him, have you thought of confessing to him?" He asked aonung hesitated a bit and shook his head "he isn't really one with relationships and showing any emotions after y'know.." aonung admitted "ah..you might be wrong, brother he likes you he really does. We talked. A week ago and he told me how much he likes you but was afraid to ruin the friendship between you and him." The tulkun said while aonung stares at him a bit shocked "did he say anything about me?" Aonung asked a bit hesitant "of course, he told me how you were such a brave,responsible,and funny guy you are. I would've thought he would've told more if it wasn't going dark that time." Aonung smiled, a warm feeling in his heart started to appear "brother can you please help me how I should confess my feelings for him?"

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"Nung, care to tell me why you brought me here?" (___) asked a bit surprised aonung brought him to the cove of ancestors "(___) I've been meaning to tell you." Aonung was a bit hesitant to tell him which made the boy infront of him suspicious "yes?" Aonung held (___) arms and looked at him "(___), I love you. Will you be my mate!" Aonung spilled the beans and (___) was a bit shocked by the sudden confession "(___)? Are you okay?" Aonung asked a bit worried, (___) held aonung's cheek and gentle kissed him, the kiss was gentle and passionate once he pulled away he craved for more "..." "Of course, Ma aonung." Aonung took a few seconds to process things and tackled him into a hug making them fall.

Bonus:

"my spirit brother told me how much you liked me and acted like a teenager Head over heels for someone" aonung teased "I think you were the one head over heels, I saw how much you blushed whenever you talk about me. And it's cute how I can make you act like that." Aonung blushed and punched his shoulder slightly "oh shut up." "Make me."

I didn't think this would take this much time

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#aonung #aonung x reader #aonung x male reader #lo'ak #neteyam #ronal #tonowari #tsiyera #avatar: the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar 2 #avatar twow

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dandyshucks · 2 months ago

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realizing i wanted to ask - how did u first fall in love w/ guzma (irl) ? :o (@dmclr)

ougghh (/happy) Clara you always ask such good questions omg 🫶

umm... okay so. i should give a general "abuse CW" label i guess fjfkdl but I'll keep it vague and to a minimum of mention! also putting it below the cut because I RAMBLED SO MUCH, SORRY IN ADVANCE

tumblr kind of went crazy for the guy when the anime finally introduced him in 2019 (it took SO long to get to him, over 100 episodes in the su/mo arc 😭) and at first i didnt think much of him rly, but then somehow eventually (a few months later) i found out through osmosis that he's got trauma going on and my ears kind of perked up a bit LOL

(underwater just to set it apart from the rest of the post so it doesnt blend in and get confusing fndkdl) screenshot of the post i rbed where i first mentioned liking him fdsjkl

around the same time, i was having some realizations about my own experiences with childhood and family etc, and there was some other stuff going on in my life (also. the plague started so uh. that too.) that was just kind of culminating in like. A Lot of stress and fear and stuff. so seeing this character who has experienced somewhat similar things was ... comforting in a way? shared experience or something, idk. plus I've always been a sucker for misfit archetype characters, especially if they make a little family out of other misfits :')

another big part of the intrigue (because my crushes always start with a sort of 👀 phase fdsjkl, I have to think somebody is interesting in some way and want to find out More about them, and then feelings develop from there) for me was just the fact that he was Angry. like... the way I've personally learned to deal w abuse has been to always be meek and fawn. so seeing someone who went in the opposite direction, to become angry and strong and defiant instead, was SO fascinating to me and I was very curious to learn more about him.

so I looked into him more, loved what i found, related to him a bit, accidentally by some random occurrence stumbled upon some bf audios of him somehow??, wished he were real so we could hang out, thought about how I'd act around him and started to feel a little flustered about it ... it's all downhill from there once u reach that point smh 😔😔 (/silly)

for a long time i didn't really fully step into s.elfship territory w him - i dabbled a little but he wasnt The Focus™ in my brain yet. also we (as a system) have had a host change since then, so there was a previous juno that was not Me (even though we kept the same main name between us two parts), and they didn't like the guy as much as Current Me does djfkdl - theres also some ... relatively significant personality differences between the two versions of Juno, so I think Juno2.0 (me) meshes with him a lot better now than Juno1.0 did in 2020/2021

and then last year, i found and joined the s.elfship community and um. I absolutely did not mean for him to become The Main Guy and never would've guessed he would be, but... well,, we dont always plan things i suppose, feelings just happen 😭

anyways. it maybe seems kind of messed up but his ~tragic backstory~ is what drew me in initially bc it helped me feel less alone and scared when i was Going Through some pretty major shit lol. and then after that, i just kind of took the character base that pkmn had in place and ran with it to build on it and sort of make my own version of him that I could be friends with and eventually fell in love with ^^;;

TL;DR it was a mix of timing, similar history of abuse, intrigue bc of our opposite reactions to the abuse, and um... the way he is like,, strong and builds a safe place for other young ppl who feel unsafe or not accepted in general society fdsjkl

i get embarrassed talking abt it bc ppl seem to really hate it when abuse victims are weak in any way and need help, but ... i do really like that he is strong in some ways and would be able to give me a sort of safe place to let my guard down and receive help and care (as shown by the way he provides a safe place for the grunts, all the misfits and outcasts of Alola) ^^;;;; honestly kind of a Big part of it for me (and for pretty much all my s.elfship dynamics) is that he is able to protect me and care for me, because I have not like. experienced that ever. at least not properly. when your parents are the ones being abusive, you not only do not experience protection and care but you're also being actively hurt in some way by the people who are supposed to keep you safe. so to be freely given care and safety is kind of crazyyyy to me LOL, that is something i like a lot about him :')

OKAY RAMBLE OVER. i really tried to keep this as short as i could but,, brevity is not a strength of mine (esp when it comes to him) LOL. THANK YOU for the question !!! its fun to look back at how it all happened tbh :]

#dandy.cmd #asked and answered #💜so good at being in trouble

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jujutsukgojo · 2 years ago

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The Less You Know, The Better

mafia Shouto todoroki x reader

Summary:

“Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re not going to talk, okay?” He stalked toward you, graceful strides without a fault. “I know you won’t because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

What the fuck?

Right in front of you, he grabs your face. “The less you know, the better. You know nothing of tonight.”

He caressed your face. “What do you know?”

“Nothing.” Your response was quick. “Good girl,” He placed a kiss on your head.

tw: mentioned gang violence, mentioned murder, idk

A/N: this is shit and it hurt my feelings to edit and post it i'm SCREAMING. i dont own bnha

shouto todoroki x reader, 4.8k

You look at the man that was once your classmate. His red and white hair parted in the middle with his red hair slicked back, scar prominent and beautiful, and eyes deceptively warm and innocent. He wears a tux so white, that it is like an angel's wing. You know better. You know that he'd never even get close to heaven to touch a divine being. You know him better than anyone, honestly.

His friends and family consider him noble, a little oblivious, goofy, and overall sweet and kind. That he in no way is he like his older brother. That is a bold-faced lie if you ever heard one.

Shouto has held a candle for you since you met him at U.A. when he was openly cold. His eyes were piercing and unforgiving and his touch frosty yet fiery. Everyone forgave him for his hostility and helped him see the light of life. You were one of them, too.

He held doors open for you and slammed them shut on everyone else, he was gentle and courteous, during lunch he’d get up from his lonesome table and give you his sweets or his entire lunch if you forgot yours, so in return, you offered to just share it. All of these little things made you swoon and sit with him. During those times, you got to know Shouto for who he is. He never told you about his family life in depth, though. Not until Izuku got to him. Even then, the details were never fully explained to you. Some holes were never filled properly, and you never asked.

Second year came around and he was nicer than the last year, third year shared the same trend.

The first time he proposed was later in your first year. You told him that the two of you couldn’t get married since you both were too young. Shouto reasoned with an ‘Okay, later then.’.

The girls in the class squealed in excitement when he said that.

This continued, much to everyone’s amusement. Soon it became sort of like a gag. Mina even had him recreate romantic movie scenes to get you to say yes. Once, Aizawa joined in and begged you to say yes so everyone could shut up as he tried to get the class under control.

Sweet, sweet, Shouto showed his true colors a couple of months ago in the dead of night. You wish that you wouldn’t have walked into that restaurant and wouldn’t have come across the back alley.

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There Shouto was, standing tall, with blood coating his arms, men surrounding him, and terribly beaten and possibly dead people at his feet. For a moment you thought he was in danger and was just defending himself against assailants until you realized that these men in black were with him. Not wanting to believe your eyes and still needing to understand, you waited in secret. Shouto answered your question as he collected the money and showed that the men around him, three of them, collected the bodies. All except for one that lay on the ground.

“A messenger is sometimes needed,” Shouto said while wiping his hand on a handkerchief that was given to him. If the blood wasn’t smeared all over it, the emblem on it would look like a mythological Chimera.

The messenger was completely beaten yet still managed to limp with one leg not broken. He'd be screaming in agony had the adrenaline not kicked in. You curled up even more behind a box as he passed you. His eyes faced the exit with hope in his bruised eyes. You hope he didn’t see your bold-colored dress that stood out too much even in the night.

The three men disposed of the bodies by wrapping them up in plastic and tying a rope around them. The trunk of the truck is already covered with a bright blue tarp. The men placed the bodies inside and shut the double doors.

One of the men get out various supplies and sprayed them on the ground. The drain collects the liquid happily. Because it is an alley, stenches, dirt, and every other disgusting thing, are normal. Perhaps that is why deep cleaning isn’t given, you presume.

Either way, it is disgusting and scary. What you saw is evil and wrong on all levels.

One of the three men, the one with a beanie on his head with one curl sticking out and a tattoo peeking from the back of his neck, opened the door for Shouto. “Nah, I'll walk.”

The three men drive away. “I know you’re there, (Y/n).” Your heart stopped. Not waiting another moment, you backed away from the scene. “I want to talk to you.”

You don’t answer him and instead, you shook your head as you leave in a crouched position. Suddenly, you’re grabbed and lifted to stare Shouto in the eyes. “I-I didn’t see anything, honest!”

Frozen stiff, you don’t fight when he lifts you completely and carried you bridal style. Your breath was short. The streetlights, despite the evil he committed, gave him justice for his beauty. Now revealing a terrible violent nature, he still resembles something angelic. Only this time, it is a vengeful angel rejected by God.

“Sh-Shouto, don’t.” You whispered. He said nothing in return. Minutes later, he says, “Keys.”

Looking to your right, your door stands. He took you home. You didn’t even notice where he was going. Without hesitation, you jumped out of his hold and scrambled for your keys. Shouto pressed himself against you and dug inside your purse. Instantly, he held them and unlocked the door. Once you saw the door open, you jumped inside and closed the door.

At least you tried to.

Shouto’s foot sat in the way and helped him push himself through. “No!”

“Stop.” He stood in front of you with the door closed behind him. For a moment neither of you speak. “You saw too much, you know that?”

“No, I didn’t.” He scoffs and looks around your place as if he hasn’t been inside a million times. As if he didn’t help you move in and decorate. “Don’t play stupid.”

You could have sworn you were quiet. Not a whimper or whine, not a creak or shuffle or a click of your heel. Hell, you didn't even breathe. At this time, you should have said that you wouldn’t tell anyone, but you can’t. How can you? You saw something horrific! People should know!

What the fuck?

Right in front of you, he grabs your face. “The less you know, the better. You know nothing of tonight.”

He caressed your face. “What do you know?”

“Nothing.” Your response was quick. “Good girl,” He placed a kiss on your head. With one bolt of courage, you said, “You won’t get away with this!”

Shouto sighed and stared down at you. It made you remember that he has always been taller. No matter how tall you are, he’s about a head bigger if not more.

As he leaves, he tells you to lock the door and windows. “It’s dangerous out here.”

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Since then, you’ve felt like you’re being watched. Bolting the doors and securing the windows is your priority. Because of what you saw, you want to march right to the authorities and tell them everything, but for some reason, you can’t. Fear and guilt are set deep inside whenever you think about it.

Now here he is, at this stupid party or gala or whatever. In your face, asking for a dance. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Smirking, he places your drink in the waiter’s awaiting hand. “For you? A dance with me is always a good idea.”

He twirls you around the floor. Your dress that compliments your skin tone sways with the motion. The subtle designs on it shine in the light as he gently grabs your hand to show you off with every movement. Onlookers coo at you both and whisper ‘a lovely couple’. Those whispers make you warm.

“I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

You look around and see your old classmates, bringing a certain comfort at the moment. You notice Eijirō standing by the door, Tooru shimmying her way around the guests being as nosey as ever, and surprisingly, Kyoka has her ears perked up, seemingly joining her.

Momo smiles and looks around, admiring the décor. She's got the right idea. It's gorgeous. A classic ballroom set: gold and red, a chandelier, delicious food and desserts, gorgeous flowers of roses and lilies, and even more beautifully, a bouquet of bluebells. All of it screams money, elegance, and symbolism. It's truly a show of wealth. A place like this is something you never thought you'd be invited to.

Everyone seems to be doing okay. They're a little off, but alright. It makes you smile, your old classmates. With them being around you feel a little better.

“It’s only been a few months, Todoroki.” He firmly grabs your waist and loops your hand through his. The hold is secure and intimate.

“Todoroki? What happened to Shouto?” You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Don’t do that.”

He hums. “Well, it throws me off. The only reason you should be saying “Todoroki” is if it has a “missus” and your name.”

“Oh, come on,” You scoff in disappointment. “That was lame.”

“Sorry, I'm rusty. I haven’t asked you to marry me in these few months, (Y/n).” You separate yourself from him for a moment. “I know good and damn well your ass did not-”

He’s genuinely smiling at you. “I haven’t even asked yet!”

“And you’re not going to!” He laughs again, something he only does when he’s with you. It’s been that way since high school. You're the only one who sees that he has dimples.

“(Y/n), please marry me. I’ll treat you right.” He promises.

“A damn dirty lie.” He pulls you close to him. A beautiful whisper is on his lips. “No, it’s not. You’ll be safe and loved. I’ll give you the world, my love. Just say the word.”

That’s the first time he’s called you that. Usually, it’s ‘dove’, ‘beauty’, and most often, ‘soba noodle’. The last is a nickname he picked up in high school that was suggested by Sero.

“I am in love you, (Y/n). And one day, you’ll be my wife. Mark my words.” You suck on your teeth. “The devil is a liar.”

Now in your mid-twenties, Shouto still asks you to be his wife. This has been going on for what? Ten years or something?

“Would you like to see me on one knee? Because I'll do it right here.” You step on his foot lightly. “No, you won’t, a public proposal is embarrassing.”

He hums and moves to get down. You yank him up. “Stop that!” Embarrassed, you look around and see a few people watching.

“This is why I don’t trust you.” That’s the gospel truth. At any moment he could turn on you.

“One day you will.”

You shake your head no. “You’re lying to everyone. All of these people, too. You are a shady bastard. What the hell is going on anyway?”

“All you need to know is that I am still your Shouto.” You look up at him. “Which Shouto is that?”

“All of me. Every side of me will love you beyond the end. Not a single part of me will hurt you, this I swear.” You stop moving. And really look at him. He is still Shouto, right? Can he be saved?

“What have you gotten yourself into, Shouto? Is there a way out?”

“The less you know, my soba noodle, the better.” He kisses your knuckles as the song is over.

He keeps saying that. And the more he talks the more it seems to be the best thing for you. Because, in an odd sense, it’s comforting. Whether or not it is in the worst way is up for interpretation.

At night you hear the screams of people begging for mercy. You hear children weeping in the dark with no light to find them. Red is everywhere with Shouto in the middle of the room. He gazes into your eyes as you look around. Then, a single hand is extended towards you with Shouto giving you a hopeful look.

This is the dream you’ve been having ever since that fateful night when you saw the side of Shouto you never wanted to see. One that you never thought was there had met you with a terrifying turn of its head.

Before the dance, that dream started to fade. But then Shouto held you and it came back with a vengeance. Only this time, it feels more real than ever. Now you are waking up covered in sweat and checking around to see if there is any evidence of the dream. This can’t continue.

You spy Izuku, Tenya, and Katsuki enter Izuku’s apartment building. This is the perfect time to free yourself of all of this.

You danced with Shouto and for a moment it felt normal. Then at night, you are reminded of what you saw. Shouto with rolled-up sleeves, blood on his arms, and specks on his face. Cold and fierce eyes and skin that kissed the moonlight, giving him a beautiful glow, that in the situation, looked more evil than it did angelic. Like an entity of darkness manifested in the moonlight. A rejected angel covered in blood rather than holy water. All of that came back to you when you saw him again.

The way he held you reminded you of him before all of this. The way you knew him before he killed or before you found out he had this vicious side of him. Everything has changed now. And the only way to get rid of that vision of the rejected angel is to put him behind bars.

This secret can’t be held any longer, not by yourself. It breaks your heart as you mourn a friend, hell, maybe even someone who you’d marry.

You never saw yourself with anyone else. And now you are willing to end that future for everyone’s sake. Who knows who he’ll attack next, right?

This is your Shouto. The one whose laugh that only you know and whose smile that you keep in your chest. The one who makes your heart flutter. Your heart aches as you run to Izuku’s apartment building and run up the stairs. You stop midway and wipe your face as tears flow. You are cursing up a storm and praying that there won't be any evidence of your tears.

If anyone can stop this, they can. They're good people you have known for years. You may not have the strength to turn him in, but they do.

You knock on the door. “Izuku, it’s me! Open the hell up!” You hear nothing at first until Katsuki opens the door with a frown. “You shouldn’t be here, (Y/n).”

Katsuki, despite his aggressive nature, has never been that way with you. At first he was prickly then after knowing you for some time, Katsuki just didn’t have an issue with you.

“Katsuki, we need to talk, please.”

He reluctantly lets you in and turns to his friends. “She’s here.”

“Hello, (Y/n).” Tenya waves and asks what brings you here. There is something off about his voice. Maybe it is what Shouto did and the dance that is throwing you off. The atmosphere is different from what you are used to with them as well. It is reminiscent of the party but on a bigger scale. Like they are waiting on an eggshell or something? Shifting eyes back and forth at each other, waiting for you to speak.

Paranoia is to blame, surely. It is because for the first time in months, you had been with Shouto in what seemed like an innocent if not romantic dance. You were in the arms of a murderer, and it has been weighing on you like the mountain of bodies that is surely on Shouto’s list.

These are your friends. These are justice-loving people that will help you. They have the strength to do what you can’t.

You hear the door close behind you. All three men wait patiently for you to answer. You’re jittery and pace around the floor. “I need help or advice or something.”

“Like what?” Tenya sits back on the arm of the brown leather couch. Izuku comes out of the kitchen with a couple of mugs. He sets them down on the coffee table and waits for you to continue.

Taking a deep breath, you answer him. “What do you do if you saw something bad months ago? I mean, what if the bad thing was caused by a friend, what do you do?”

All three men go stiff. Tenya is the first to speak. “Depends on the situation. Some things are better off unsaid.”

Izuku nods at Tenya’s words. “Some things just have to be sorted on their own.” Izuku adds.

These aren’t the answers you were looking for. You try to explain your case further.

“I saw Shouto kill a few people and this guy limped away. I don’t know what happened to him. I haven’t told anyone but I feel like I should. I know it’s unbelievable, but it happened. I saw it with my own eyes. ”

You know that it doesn't sound like the Shouto they know. You are prepared to defend what you saw even though you don't have the slightest bit of evidence.

“Don’t say shit.” You turn to see Katsuki cross his arms. His words confuse you even further, especially since it is someone who had such tremendous growth. Katsuki wants you to give up. You struggle to get your words out. “But-”

“(Y/n), before you say another word, do yourself a favor and drop it.” Izuku, the sweet nerdy, righteous man, stares at you. His once joyous, green, round, eyes are absent and are replaced with something hard and cold. This is totally out of character. Never would he ever-

Suddenly, it dawns on you. The entire thing is finally setting in.

They're in on it. There is no way they would ever say for you to drop it if they weren't, even if their life were on the line or some shit. When you entered the apartment, it was a little off, but it is worse now that you have told what you saw. Now it is tense and even more unfamiliar with these friends of yours. Like confronting Shouto is an unwelcomed notion and what you saw is something that they also need to keep secret.

Recently, you’ve felt like you were being watched. And sometimes you turn around to see no one. Most often, however, it is a friend from U.A. When you saw them, you didn’t feel the least bit worried. You felt a lot safer knowing it was a former classmate, a friend, someone you hold dear.

Now it makes sense. Every single classmate is in on it. The party or gala thing you went to was nothing but an inspection of the other attendants who may have been a part of something bad too.

You accounted their behaviors at the time due to stress. Never did you think they would ever participate in such wickedness. Now that you are piecing everything together, you remember how your classmates were acting. Their positions at the party, and how only a few were mingling and dancing. They were working, and not a nine-to-five job. No, it was all for Shouto.

The less you know, the better. Something a gangster would say to a mob wife or a yakuza wife. You don’t know fully.

After a few moments, you take a guess, “Is Shouto the one in charge?”

“Yes,” says Katsuki. “And it is best if you go home.”

There it is.

“How could you guys? Tenya, what about the lost children?” You want to cry so badly.

He always said he’d save the lost and crying children. So, how can he be this way? In a gang, mafia, yakuza type shit? What else could it be if everyone is in on it as a group? You admired him so much and were proud that he was your class president.

How did this all come about anyway? Was Shouto born into it, or did he make it by himself? How did they get wrapped into it? How did you not notice?

“Go home, (Y/n).” Izuku coldly says. He is usually so warm and thoughtful. So comforting and generous. Never would he talk to anyone this way. Especially you, who he considers a close friend. “Izuku...”

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” Katsuki tries to lead you to the door, but you jump away from him.

“Be honest you guys! What about the crying kids? How can you save them if you are the ones making them cry? Your guys’ fucking dreams of being some type of heroes?”

Izuku stalks towards you. “I am being nice. Go home.” He hisses. This whole thing is unbelievable. It is totally out of character for them, especially Izuku. Your eyes are getting watery. You're scared, too.

“Be gentle, Izuku!” Tenya stands and comes to your defense. “Deku, you’re on thin ice. You know better when it’s her.” Katsuki warns.

Izuku turns to his friends. “She won’t go if we don’t.” You get what he’s talking about. That you won’t leave if they aren’t rough because you’re in disbelief.

You slowly reach for Tenya. “Tenya...”

“There are different ways to being a good person.” Tenya replies, straightening his back. His eyes meet yours. An indigo color covered by glasses, like high school.

You can't help but release a laugh. “What kind of a fucking good person kills people and collects money right after? I saw Shouto do that!” Katsuki sharply calls your name and he comes towards you. Ignoring him, you continue. “What is going on? What is this?”

You want to hear them say it. They need to confess what this all is or at least correct your theory. To say it isn’t so, to say that it is all a mistake, to prove you wrong and laugh about it as a joke. At this moment, you’re willing to be the victim of a prank, no matter how much you hate that.

Katsuki sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Shouto will explain it to you. Right now, you need to go home.” You shake your head no. “Tell me it’s a lie then!”

Izuku suddenly whips out his phone. He dials a number and much to your surprise, Shouto is on the line. “She’s here.”

You gasp and back up. He's the last person you want to see right now. You look at Tenya and ask about the crying children again. All he does is stare at you dead on with an ounce of pity.

“Katsuki...what about winning to save?”

“I am winning.” You shake your head. “How is that possible? I saw him kill people. If you’re rolling with him, then-”

Izuku catches your attention again. His glare is on par with Shouto’s in high school. You can’t hear what he’s saying because of the thumping in your ears. “You motherfucker...” You curse.

He’s telling on you. Wait, telling on you? Since when did Shouto become the authority for you?

Izuku one last time says, “The less you know, the better. Trust us and go home.” Trust?

“I can’t save you and Shouto, can I?” Your lip wobbles as you see the three of them with their head down. Whatever they’re in, they are too far gone. Yes, you wanted to turn Shouto in. But you wanted them to do it since you couldn’t actually bring yourself to. It was too painful and even then it ate at you. You don't want this for them and Shouto. For them to be in that life.

They wanted to be some kind of hero. To be good people and stand up for what’s right. If that’s the case, then what is this?

You can’t save him or any of them. You can’t bring yourself to turn any of them in. What kind of hero are you?

You take off, no longer wishing to stay in their presence, and demand answers. It hurts too much. The class of U.A. is your family. When no one loved you, they did, and you loved them just as much. They're murderers. Some kind of gang-type shit. Something you aren’t equipped for. You don't know what to do with this information now that you see the stain from the blood on their hands.

Entering your home, you lock the doors and windows. You close the curtains and place furniture in front of the door. Turning off the lights, you head to a corner and sit down. Self-preservation is clawing at you to call someone but your loyalty and heartbreak prevent you from doing so.

As you hold your phone, you think of Shouto. You think of the way Izuku was pushing you out to stop asking questions and Tenya and Katsuki’s scolding. You think of all of the ways you’ve felt safe with them.

Have they ever harmed you? No. However, they have harmed others. If they are with Shouto, then no doubt. Yet, they protect you, don’t they? The longer you think about it, the more you see it clearly. That sense of safety and not a single sign of aggression or hostility. Not a single person, classmate or not, has wronged you when they were there.

I s this why you feel like a traitor? Have you always been loyal to them and most of all, Shouto? The phone in your hand starts to shake when you stop typing the numbers. It's not so bad to have friends like this. So far, so good, right? The thought starts to calm you down.

“Why are you hiding?”

You scream at the top of your lungs. His eyes have a confused look in them, and his head is cocked. Shouto rubs his ear and raises his eyebrow. “Damn, you have good lungs.”

For only a moment, you freeze. Suddenly, the flight kicks in and you take off. Shouto calls for your name gently and runs behind you. “Stop! Just give me a minute!”

“No!” You turn a corner to your kitchen. How he managed to grab you when you had a head start, you’ll never know. “(Y/n), please, it’s okay.”

The deep voice that you have always been familiar with is calm and soothing. Against your better judgment, you stop. “How did you get in?”

“You literally gave us a key years ago.” Shit, you did. How could you have forgotten. It was when you first got this place, too. So, all this time he could have just barged in here and you would have been totally clueless. Bummer.

“That doesn’t give you the right to be here when I'm not.” He sighs. “Please, let me talk.”

He guides you to the couch. Shouto looks for the words to say to you as he takes a deep breath.

“I know you’re confused. Just please listen to me,” He adjusts himself to face you. “Yes, we are a little different. But we are still us. We’re still your friends. We've never lied about our friendship,” Shouto hesitantly touches your hand as if he is afraid you’ll jump away or worse. “And I have not lied about my love.”

You look at the ceiling and wipe your other hand on your pants. “I’m gonna die.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Ha! Oh yeah? What about everyone else?” You challenge, side eyeing him. He sighs and looks down for a moment. “Only when crossed, I swear. We aren’t beasts."

You feel a tear stream down your face. The feelings are conflicting and are starting to hurt. “You’re still scary.”

“I’m so sorry you saw that, honest. That's why no one ever said anything. I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of monster.” He whispers as his pinky grazes yours. He almost sounds as if he is ashamed. Some part of you wonders if he is. “You will never be harmed in any way. You are safe, on my life.”

Somehow, Shouto's words start to work. Perhaps everything is suddenly crashing down. Maybe it is just reality settling in or you finally admitting your feelings for him rather than playfully keeping him on his toes. Despite your earlier reservations, your fear and worries melt away. You lean into his touch and warmth.

You swing one more time. Just once more. "What is all of this, Shouto? How do you get out of it?"

"(Y/n), the less you know, the better. Trust in me." You start to believe those words. You start to believe Shouto.

If only for the moment.

#shouto todoroki x reader #bnha #todoroki shouto x reader

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scentofpines · 1 month ago

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tw animal cruelty

i know i saw and heard about way too much horrible stuff done to animals when i was way too young, i genuinely think it traumatized me in a way. i quickly stopped engaging with content like that (ppl showing what animal agriculture really is like) very fast bc it was making me suicidal but these things just stick with you. one journalist broke into a dairy farm a few years ago and when he opened a dumpster there was a calf stuffed in there and it lifted its head bc I WAS STILL ALIVE. if you eat dairy you support this. another time i read the report of a veterinary student who had to do a slaughterhouse internship (its mandatory here) and she wasnt even vegetarian back then i think and she described the pigs she saw looking up at her terrified with their innocent eyes and how she later saw these same eyes lying on the floor, cut out of their bodies. how a male cow woke up from the previous stunning while he was hung up from his back hooves and had his throat cut and how he was screaming. this happens a lot, this is not an excpetional case. and this took place in a renommated "organic only" """humane""" slaughterhouse. i stopped reading at that point. that was years ago and it still haunts me. i saw tons of videos of activists stopping trucks with animals in front of slaughterhouses to give these terrified and thirsty beings, who probably were just seeing the sun and smelling fresh air for the first and last time in their lives the only act of kindness they probably ever received by giving them water. they were all so thirsty.

you all love your dogs and cats and refuse to give even the tiniest of shits about other living SENTIENT beings who have their own personalities just like your pet, who like cuddles, who want to run around and play and be free but you just like "your" fucking steak. that's just more important than their lives and it justifies torture. because these animals are not individuals to you but simply pieces of flesh. they don't have names, instead they just have have a number. i push these thoughts away 24/7 bc i wouldnt be able to function otherwise, which is also why i almost never post about it here. even the otherwise kindest ppl you know lose their ethics when it comes to this and you cant make a big deal out of it or youre annoying. the second i properly realized that the meat on my plate was actually the flesh cut out from an animals carcass i went vegetarian straight away despite no one in my family being veg and despite my father and brother mocking me for it. AND I WAS FUCKING SEVEN YEARS OLD. i dont get how there are ppl out there who are 18+ who just never thought about it and/or dont care. i fucking hate this world so much.

#there are billions yes BILLIONS of land animals and TRILLIONS of sea animals tortured and killed every fucking year and every single one of #them is an individual who feels pain and has a unique personality #the extent of suffering is unimaginable and it just. keeps. going.#i literally bawled my eyes out writing this im gonna kill myself now lmao #personal #i volunteered for anonymous for the voiceless when i was 17 a few times but i truly cant engage with this topic anymore im too sensitive #im glad there are ppl out there like earthling ed who are capable of activism #but i dont have much hope #i feel so guilty on behalf of humanity like i'm so so fucking sorry dear animals i cannot help you im so fucking sorry #vegan

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biohazard-inevitable · 7 months ago

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My eclipse day has been…. Eventful.

First off, here are some pics I took!!! It was a little cloudy but i still was able to snag a few and see some crazy stuff happen, like people shooting off fireworks when it got dark (plus a dog, enjoy my dog he went swimming during the eclipse. Truly a madman)

Then, i had to hurry on over to work my shift for the night where all HELL broke loose.

It started off as normal a shift as anything, though I was a bit on edge cause I was working with the owner and hes quite the prickly old wolf that kind of intimidates me, but hes a nice guy really.

Now, I work at a pizza place in a decent part of town that gives REALLY good tips because of how wealthy a lot of our regulars are, but I dont expect tonight to get too busy.

My first warning sign should have been the first call of the night I took of some guy drunk off his ass demanding a delivery in 5 minutes to “the park” without specifying ANY address and straight up getting mad at me that i didnt know where he was talking about, but whatever i guess.

Then were the dishes pilled sky high already in the dishroom at the behinning of my shift and the young drake I work with NEVER does them, my second warning sign.

Out of nowhere, we start picking up like CRAZY! Its double delivery after double delivery just constant in and out until around 7:50 pm, we see the looming roll of thunderclouds on the horizon and they dont look good.

Now, anyone who has lived in tornado alley would be able to tell that these clouds making the sky THIS color and THIS dark was gonna be some powerfull ass shit, so i get back from my delivery with a shake to my head and a warning to my boss that the clouds dont look good. They nod in agreement of course and say “just take this last two in one run and we’ll stop deliveries early for the night.” Which was wise.

I’ve been vibing to my audiobook all evening on my deliveries, and im getting through it faster than expected when suddenly, I get hit by the storm.

Violent, POUNDING rain slams my car as I arrive to the first delivery point. It is IMPOSSIBLE to see 5 feet in front of me from how dark the clouds got and my only respite was the flashes of purplish lighting that roared through the sky every 3 seconds, turning the clouds into one HELL of a lightshow. I stepped out of my car for the delivery and INSTANTLY got drenched head to toe, and when i got back in, i realized that with the howling winds and pounding rain it wasnt safe enough to drive, so i called my boss to tell him I was staying put as a heads up (luckily my job is very nice and prioritizes our safety over deliveries so they agreed on my decision to wait out the storm)

Eventually it subsides and i do my last delivery of the night and return to the store only to find out that at 8:45 we are closing early because we. As a PIZZA PLACE. Ran out of dough AND CHEESE.

Thats how busy we were, and we didnt even get to go home until 10:30 because of the MOUNTAIN of dishes that was waiting for us at the end.

At least i got 62$ in tips

#lifeblogging #personal #THERES A LOT HERE #it was so crazy #DID I MENTION WE WERE A SKELLETON CREW #THERE WERE ONLY 4 OF US #IN A STORE THAT USUALLY HAS 8 PEOPLE RUNNING IT ON BUSY NIGHTS

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gooopy · 1 year ago

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can i know abt scully!!!

!!!!!! OUUPIOUOOUUUGHHH GHOOGGHHG !!!!!! TYYY FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!! scullys awesome he is an oc ive had for a bit and had a lotta time to develop and is also a revamped version of an old oc from when i was young trying to avoid making mary sues!! ohh i likesss him hes awesome

so scully is a he/him butch lesbian with soso many issues and problems and shit. he was raised by his pa, a stern bitter old veteran, and scullys ma ran off after he was born. his pa was hard on him, he wanted a son anyhow and when scully started acting masculine he thanked God for givin him a broken daughter and started teaching scully how to be a man. unfortunately this included such beautiful wonderful things such as 'men dont cry' and 'caring for animals makes you look weak' and stuff like that. as a kid scullys pa started getting sick, and they were too poor to do anything about it living in a shack that his pa built, so scully dropped out of middle school and picked up an apprenticeship with a local butcher!!!! his pa was bedridden, so scully took the laz-e-boy that his pa usually slept in, started working, started smoking, and started cooking. his pa told him that cooking was a womans job but he was busy dying in bed and scully was able to steal the scraps from his job so they got by. scullys dad died, and scully dug his pa's grave and nailed together two boards to make a cross and he didnt cry. he just started sleeping in the bed again

but thats all background shit because nowadays this is whats important: scully would throw himself into a volcano if a woman told him to. he falls so utterly head over heels for any gal who so much as looks his way its FUCKED. in school the gals realized this and got him beatin other people up for their lunch money and scully was happy to do it. nowadays he would give a lady the shirt off his back for a kiss blown his way. he holds doors for people and he stumbles over his words and he talks while he smokes by tucking the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. he cooks a lot now, the kitchen in that little shack slowly taking over the whole place like a mold, and he feeds the scraps and bone and gristle to the stray dogs and cats.

he was an angry cruel kid and he was tempered into a kind, awkward, super mega autistic adult. AND! he brews the scariest hooch ever in his house its so scary looking dont drink it. he can still hold his own in a fight but will just take the hits unless its to help a lady, in which case he is letting out years of trauma and anger on your face to turn it into ground beef. hes awesome he has so many issues and he sucks and i love him. i havnt managed to shove him fully into the ebautiful world of tf2 yet (he originated from disco elysium!) but i think it would be funny if hes dating scouts ma and now scout has a new stepdad who keeps trying to be his pal but doesnt got a handle on the whole 'fatherhood' thing as a concept yet.

I DONT HAVE AN UP TO DATE REF OF HIM BUT YOU MUST KNOW THAT HE HAS BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN COW EYES !!!!!! hes awesome hes fucked up. i have another drawing of him beating someone up but ill post that seperately because its got blood

#scully #animal death #tw animal death #tw animal injury #AAHAHHAAGHAHAGAHAGAH TYYY FOR ASKING!!!!!!!#HES SO SO SOOOO AWESOME I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM #he wants to protect the people he cares for and he only knows how to do taht by cooking and punching people #he has so many complex gender and sexuality feelings #he doesnt even realize his dad was bad. hes glad his dad was hard on him. made him tough #he has a deep distrust for doctors and is so scared of getting sick #AGAHAHAGAHAHAH HESS SOOOOO AWESOME HES LIKE A LITTLE PARASITE IN MY HEAD #TYYYY TYY THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT HIM!!!!!!!#HES SO AWESOME HES SO AUTISTIC!!! he only wears white tshirts and sweatpants and jeans #so hes got fucked up tan lines on his arms about it #hes so awesome and evil women love to manipulate him #sometimes i also think of him taking soldiers place in a beautiful tf2 world but thats more nebulous #I LOVE TALKING!!!! TY FOR INDULGING MEEEE!!!!!

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blueiight · 1 year ago

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back to wiaw…keeping them home fires burning readthru.

hilde’s graduation<333 i feel like a proud dad omg she was just 7 years old yesterday😢😢😢

Martin and Kircheis, neither of whom had any estates to speak of, remained silent, Kircheis with his placid smile, and Martin looking uncomfortably at Hilde. miss martin shaking up the table.. yang’s current situation im still reeling from how sotp ended. was not in the right frame of mind to fully process & still wont be until hes in the mix once more. hilde saying ‘HANK’ is Good with a capital G. like. u dont even know his name pop!.. hilde would be the perfect lawyer fuck this stone age empire. poor kircheis out of his body here 🤣🤣😢

good friends winkwink. yang noooo😢😢u not leeching off the mariendorfs they love u theyre literally the only good family on this side of the galaxy.

“I think we have more respectability put together than either of us have apart.” hes willing to rep reuenthal at grandpa’s funeral AND be maggie’s mutual beard.. one lazy man, roped into so much shit. its funny cuz in sotp it was maggie who was the high life baroness ‘marrying down’ but now with her 'fall' from grace itll be viewed as yang dragging her ‘back up’ into respectable society .. oh how the wheel keeps turning. or wdf this work is titled

Yang nodded solemnly. “The thing about mothers, young sir, is that everyone has one, whether she’s around or not.” stunning wisdom from our friend ‘HANK’

wiaw fred actually seems more like a haggard worn down slightly paranoid emperor than his enigmatic show counterpart. liking it. sad for yang, but dont worry my dear ‘HANK’ , at least one old man loves you (franz giving him the ring was so heartfelt). and having the emperor now dislike u should be an homage to ur waning proletarian spirit anyways

THE DREAM… ohmygod. something about how dreams neurologically work in that the mind goes into strange places but also knowing this is a fictional narrative so this means a lot. the cars running backwards. please visit my father, yang entering the door alone. wow. yeah. family. marriage. possible political problems. somethings going on here.

SIT flashbacks oh when it was all so much easier😢😢😢even if he was being a CUNT there

poppa r.. when is he ever not drunk. wait. grandpa being only 12 years older than the father.. that man said oskar’s mingling with the foreigners and the queers bc hes barely a noble (aka a ‘ bastard ‘ ) oh this family trifling & dubious AF. i love that his whole family situation is so enigmatic & haunts the narrative bc thats how it rly be in these fucked up family situations.

“He looks just like his mother, you know.” When Yang said nothing in response, Reuenthal’s father continued. “She was proud, too. I wanted her to ask me for forgiveness, but she never did, and then she killed herself rather than apologize.”

“What, exactly, were you waiting for her to apologize for?” Yang hated him.

“You know what.”

It was a testament to the brilliance of Reuenthal’s pride, that he would never apologize for existing, despite how much his father wanted him to. Yang loved him for it.

“I hope you realize someday, Herr von Reuenthal, that your wife and son never apologized to you because they had nothing to apologize for.”

“You don’t know anything,” Reuenthal’s father hissed, and Yang remembered, vividly, the same tone, the same voice, spitting at him from across the booth at Joseph’s bar, a lifetime ago. It was the same unbridled malice, when a Reuenthal was confronted with this truth, the one that they didn’t want to face because facing it would hurt too much. Only this time, it wasn’t Reuenthal-Yang’s-friend— it wasn’t Oskar— it was this living ghost.

“I know Oskar,” Yang said. “And that’s enough.”

Everything about this passage is so…my chest hurts. wiaw yang is so so sweet and loving of wiaw reuenthal in a way thats believable. its like how hes always in the mix of some bullshit in the gaidens+ canonverse wise and he doesnt wanna be there but hes there for his own interest in the topic and/or love for the person involved. and omg For Pride!!!! lotgh ep93 namedrop. it is all In the Name Of pride. but that pride is fundamentally rooted in spite which is a trainwreck we all just waiting for it to happen. this is relatable. the ova canon physical resemblance to his mother, the wiaw canon dispositional resemblance to his father in his (vilest) moments… amazing.

CH2 MITTREUEMITT on ISERLOHN together. i never mentioned it b4 but their flagships being named after 2 halves of the same city omg this is even more egregious than canonverse Brunhilde & Tristan somehow. its giving what needs to be gave

Reuenthal tapped his chin. “Stuck is an interesting word for it.”

Mittermeyer raised an eyebrow. “Dangerous talk.”

everytime someone in wiaw says 'dangerous' talk i smile like a hideous creature. wait. wait. theyre at iserlohn. and yang’s promise to braunschweig involved iserlohn. ohmygod and they dont even know💔💔

Seeing Reuenthal regularly did something indescribable and potent to his mind, made him feel like a student again, with all thoughts of home distant and unpleasantly vague, and Reuenthal right there, so physical in front of him.

u make me feel like i am young again… omg💔💔💔💔💔

Reuenthal’s hand tangled in Mittermeyer’s hair, almost pulling on it, and Mittermeyer nipped at Reuenthal’s lips in exchange, causing him to make a soft, needy noise, his other hand digging into Mittermeyer’s uniform.

Mittermeyer pulled him back towards the bedroom, and Reuenthal easily followed. They didn’t bother turning on the light, but light spilled in from the living room, plenty to see by, and Mittermeyer gave one glance at his bedside table, confirming that he had remembered to put away in the bottom drawer the photograph of Eva that usually had a place of honor there. It was as much for his sake as it was for Reuenthal’s.

. the mittreuemitt dynamic i sold my soul for at the cost of everything else (the actual rammifications. da rammys, brah.) id pay 6 billion dollars & comm all the rly lovey dovey scenes as RARE AS THEY ARE it just makes it better when we get it (& hurt more laterz.) im still at the reuenthal knight of kapche-lanka scene. but honestly mittermeyer knowing its some fuckshit impending when reuenthal’s voice is ‘light’ ohmygod i love it pillowtalking reassignments+ their ever present disdain for obes … n the association of home with heterosexual love and guilt! ohmygod..

i am amazed. im not a multi shipper like that bc i feel multi ships tend to have a preferred chara + snub others at best i prefer discrete pairings (having multiple ships but theyre discrete relationships at different stages of a character’s lives) but the writing of these relationships moves me.. like i believe they all love eachother in their own ways and thats what makes it hurt even more.

“You want to drive?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “I want to kiss you.”

mitt is the only one of the 479 mafia who learned how to spit game so thats why he has two— not even gone say it.

does wolfgang mittermeyer eat pussy, thread locked after firey debate

YANG😢😢😢that old heffa been workin him to death smh. and omg he rly cant drive.. my boy is useless below da neck frl

“If I was being mistreated at work, wouldn’t you want to know? Even if there was nothing you could do about it but worry?” she asked, cutting to the core of the problem with her hands tight on the wheel. “I love you, Wolf, and I don’t want to be lied to to spare my feelings.”

BABY GRL UON EVEN WANNA KNO THE SHIT YO MAN BEEN UP TO… ohmygod.

Dinner was a pleasant and cheerful affair, but Yang kept yawning, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look almost pitiful, so Mittermeyer’s mother had tucked him up in the guest bedroom immediately after dinner. omg hes so adorable i feel bad for him too FUCK BRAUNSCHWEIG

“Some of them.” He paused, then added, “More of them bring their mistresses.” and you get to work with yours!

The convo w his mom is scaring me .. after sotp we are getting into totally original content not to say nat hasnt been incredibly creative but ygwim here my knowledge of lotgh canon will not carry me thru these next parts like they did b4 and ik canon mitt was the immortal gale wolf but that convo gave so many death flags oh my lawd

DID EVA MISCARRY DURING THE STRESS OF THE FLEGEL SHIT OHMYGOD? My heart legit hurts 😢😢😢😢💔💔💔 WHY IS THIS SO SAD FOR ME???

“I know.” Mittermeyer looked away. “What did they think you were going to do?”

“Oh, I think they thought that you and I had something going on.”

they may have been wrong at the time but ngl i need there to be sum that go down between the two of yall. i have never begged for poly like this before in my 95 years of existence. reuyang still need they top, gurl LIKE u know his real name😢 u mess w the same girl its meant to be.

“No,” Yang said. “A friend of mine— Boris Konev— he made it up as a joke. It just sounds almost like ‘Yang Wen-li’ when you say it fast.” He shook his head. “That was a million years ago, now.”

I FUCKING KNEW IT KONEV UR SUCH A TROLL⚰️⚰️⚰️ Ugh yang hits different bc hes such an honest sort of sentiment i cant describe it hes not just kind hes truly genial& theres just this sense of weariness in wiaw so early here that he doesnt exhibit until the near end of his life in lotgh canon and it makes me so sad.

Yang shook his head. “I have no idea.” The melancholy in his voice was almost painful for Mittermeyer to listen to. He crouched down next to Yang, and handed him back the box with the engagement ring. Yang turned it over in his hands. “I have no idea what he’d think of me now.”

“You don’t think he’d be proud of you?”

Yang rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t even think he’d recognize me.”😢😢😢😢😢😢

chapter 3’s title. Oskar von Reuenthal Was Born Innocent. We gettin into it Na Chile

THAT OLD BITCH DIED WE SMOKING ON THAT PETER PACK…

The thing that made him clench his hands into white knuckled fists was the second part of the message, which said that Reuenthal had inherited everything that there was to inherit.

He didn’t want it. Not the money that was listed there in the message, not the investments that his father had made, not the house, not the land it sat on. He didn’t want any of it, and he had thought— by virtue of his father striking him from the family record almost a decade ago— that he would be free of it. He hadn’t given much thought to what would become of the property if his father failed to assign an heir (though the mental image of it crumbling into dust sometimes flashed through his head, when he remembered it,) and he had taken as much pride as he could in making his way in the world without any hope of an inheritance to fall back on.

As with every other thing his parents had given to him, it was his burden to bear, and he would bear it.

This is so powerful. and evocative. this is also the worst time for him to receive the sort of news about yang& maggie. this is perfect.

He didn’t even know if that was what he truly wanted— he knew he shouldn’t want it— but there was this sensation of pressure behind his eyes, an impulse that said the only way to free himself was to crash into something with great force, full body: a train, his face into a wall, a fist. It didn’t matter what. His body hungered for the pressure, a release valve for whatever thought he couldn’t put a name to.

like… i dont even have words i just love this. he drank instead. but he drank.

im fighting the urge to post every single paragraph of reuenthal in his father’s mansion. but im gnawing at it. just know. and in this. i remember reuenthal is the only living person who calls yang by his first name. and only in select moments. im...

“Come to my place.”

“No.”

“I’d like to see you,” Yang said.

Reuenthal took a long moment to weigh Yang’s tone. If he was offering out of pity, Reuenthal had no interest in seeing him. But if it was a genuine want on Yang’s part…

“Come here, then,” Reuenthal finally said.

“Okay,” Yang said. “I will.”

im horrified at seeing my pathology reflected here but poor yang can barely drive! and mind u its snowing ! ohmygod. OH wait we getting good fucking use of that tag i knew of it from em’s beautiful drawing but the Context makes it so much more meaty.

But Reuenthal didn’t need to keep his mother’s dresses as a reminder of anything. He had better ones. WAIT WHAT. AND WE WILL NEVER GET TO KNOW CUZ YANG IS HERE. AND.

He looked at Yang for a long moment more, the dream frozen. But then Yang stepped forward into the room, crossing the threshold, and the dream fell away, and it was just them once again, Yang coming towards him as he sat on his childhood bed. THE DREAM IS ACTUALLY SHARED AND ITS REUENTHAL’S NIGHTMARE?. WHAT IS IT WITH THESE FUCKING DOORS.

A housewarming party. im sure thisll go well/sarcasm

“Okay, then invite Evangeline too.”

“She won’t come anywhere near me unless Baroness Westpfale is also in attendance.” WHY U SO MEAN TO HER . I KNOW WHY. AND I WILL KILL U WITH ROCKS

Personally, Reuenthal didn’t feel like there was that much tension— Magdalena seemed perfectly willing to give better than she got— but Yang had been tugging at his hair watching their back and forth.

Tears ran down my face from how much i laughed at this. stop ittt ur hurting her (yang seeing two ppl he cares about go blow for blow). this is why i love wiaw cuz ppl love to force cringe ~sappho~ ~mulm~ soldiarity bullshit but maggie being brash and reuenthal being a sexist is so essential. im sure theyll get along even worse (/positively said. i love terrible things.) when he gets the tea abt maggie n yang </3. how can i speedrun to the elfriede reuenthal floor shit that i heard about

blue flowers in a gold and black beer mug. like . get it the fuck together girl.

MITTERMEYER. I SEE WHY THEY CALL YO ASS THE GALE WOLF. CUZ U MOVE FAST. this is the mittermeyer i love. i love how yang is so easy w/ reuenthal like easy kisses fade to black scenes do u want me to come by? in the snow? & i cant drive? while mittermeyer just jumps him hands on his hips while his ole lady upstairs. teeth clacking in the kiss. insane. insane. the 479 trio gets down hanny

reuenthal @ eva

“Oh, I don’t think that Hank has either the ability or the desire to dictate what I do.”

“Then you would make a poor wife,” Reuenthal said flatly. “And I would not wish you on him.”

There was a moment of awkward silence around the table, then Magdalena laughed, very loudly. “Oh, gods, Oskar, you are hilarious. I hope you come to our wedding and stand up and loudly object when they ask if anyone has a problem with us.”

THE WAY MAGGIE IS THE ONE WHO LAUNCHES THE WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT IN SUUUUUCH A WAY. OMG.

this is the one of the only fanfic to ever exist. “Being married to Mittermeyer might be nice.” like. im cackling. this is one of the worst days in his life

OH. OH AND NOW. WE ALMOST SUCKIN DICK IN WINECELLARS NOW. WOW.

“I’ll let you know.” He would not let her know.

If Magdalena wanted the tour, he would give her the tour.

FUNNIEST thing ever. the trauma congaline is even funnier. ohmygod. pop dont ever get help💜💯DID YOU WANT ANY LEFTOVERS. THERES PLENTY OF CAKE. IM IN TEARS. hes so demented

Yang muttered. He finished his drink in what looked like one gulp, then leaned further on Reuenthal until his head settled, catlike, in Reuenthal’s lap. “I still do feel bad, though.” Yang’s eyes were closed, and Reuenthal stroked his hair. Magdalena watched, sipping her own drink, and Reuenthal silently dared her to say anything.

theyre so cute ohmygod. yang is so cute.. little kitty . im going to cut my fingers off and eat them. this is my most disorganized wiaw read (as if any of this shit was ever put together) im so gone rn. magdalena faking like shed throw the glass.

“I want to try this on,” she said, holding up Yang’s uniform, which he hadn’t noticed her carrying out of the bedroom in the dark.

ANOTHER USE OF THAT ILLUSTRIOUS TAG OMG she literally says in gaiden she would love to wear a uniform. oh my god this story is perfect

“Come on,” Magdalena said. “Call me sir. Just once.”

“Yes, sir,” Reuenthal said. It alarmed him how easy it was to indulge her.

Guys is this.

is this what.

“I don’t think this even belongs to him. I think you’re trying to trick me, for some joke.” He pulled the ring off his finger. He held it up to the light, then moved to toss it into the fire. She let out a yelp of surprise and grabbed his hand before he could let go of it, gripping tight with wide eyes and fingernails that dug into his skin. It was the first genuine reaction he thought he had ever gotten out of her, and he was smugly satisfied by it.

U wont be able to come back down 3-1 …

This simulacrum was close enough to be disturbing and fascinating, in a way that he couldn’t refuse outright.

OH WE SHOLL IS GOING THERE OHMYGOD. maggie wearing hank’s clothes in this simulacrum. her desire to take on these roles. ‘Hank’. he never got a chance to kiss ‘Hank’. theres this thing u did here w how reuenthal randomly has these moments of being in his head in the ova& getting caught up in his own illusions / head (“but im not a poet im just a vulgar warrior!” girl u was just waxing poetics about history wanting its blood n spacing out at the commander’s chair thinking about the police taking pics of ur mom’s death.) at times that. in wiaw its handled in such a tantalizing way is just. so so. wow. some ppl may find it tangential or slightly ooc but ur working magic out of scraps here n ppl dont see it. ppl dont see it. and it hurts my soul

And the morning after. i feel like something was fucked here thatll never go back the same. this and sotp is like. a complete fuckening. if thats even a word mane. omg. i done died

#wiaw #wiaw read #i think a part of me died tonight. not least cuz of what happened but this. this killed me.#and reinhard is coming back to me?? im not ready.#I wanted the whole weekend to this but i read this over 2 nights cuz iwtv s2 took my soul away then i got drunk and had a time

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cookingforsatoru · 2 years ago

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argue session 101

me, mikey & kazutora...

would probably argue nonstop about abortion rights. i would fight for abortion is not the answer while they're saying what if the girl got raped... well I would just say then after you gave birth give the child to a adoption center if you don't really want the child. not as easy as it looks but it's much better to give the child to an adoption center, and not kill it even if the child is not already a fetus in your tummy, it's still killing it. God knows everything so he wouldn't get you into a situation of something you can't do.

(My classmates always ask me if abortion is okay, I said for my opinion it's a no! then explained why. and made a pretty speech, and now they would always ask me debate questions, and I always win. that's when i realized I am a really good speaker, now sony hire me 🤗 )

UPDATE:

based on my research "A multivariate analysis showed young teenagers to be 32 percent more likely than women 18 or over to say they were not mature enough to raise a child and 19 percent more likely to say their parents wanted them to have an abortion. Unmarried women were 17 percent more likely than currently married women to choose abortion to prevent others from knowing they had had sex or became pregnant. Of women who had an abortion at 16 or more weeks' gestation, 71 percent attributed their delay to not having realized they were pregnant or not having known soon enough the actual gestation of their pregnancy."

↪ young teenagers to be 32 percent more likely than women 18 or over to say they were not mature enough to raise a child and

as i suggested, the adoption center is always going to welcome you.

↪ 19 percent more likely to say their parents wanted them to have an abortion.

well everybody says that "your body your choice" right? then if you don't want to abort it, then dont.

if your parents don't agree with you, then they are'nt open minded let them read this message of mine. "parents, if your child wants to keep the child, let them. you are just there to support your daughter's life, not to make it harder. be with them, comfort them, love them. be more open minded."

or if you, yourself wants to abort the child, your choice fine. but you'll forever be guilty. swear, this isn't based on experience but I'm an open minded kid. also i love fighting for my opinion.

↪ Unmarried women were 17 percent more likely than currently married women to choose abortion to prevent others from knowing they had had sex or became pregnant.

the reason that they have is shit.

why would you have sex, unprotected sex in the first place?

the ones who are thinking like this, tell me. are you guys sure that God himself would forgive you?

↪ I'm a religious woman, who came from a religious family.

Speaking, Said in The Bible God will forgive you if he sees that you are truly guilty of what sin you have made. God can see our hearts and our minds.

As I said earlier, God wouldn't give us something if he knows that we can't do it.

he just needs us to trust him fully.

forgot the verse but the Bible really said it though... huhuhuhu

so sony, hope this speech has convinced you that i can be your new portable e speaker :((

P.S Don't argue with me, again this is all just my opinion

#abortion #sony #sony speaker #argue session 101 #portable speaker #sony hire me

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kulemii · 2 years ago

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My being GAY experience story

OKAY so when i was 19 i had just moved back to my state from college- some shit had happened and i was returning to my old job where i used to work when i was 16. there was a lady there who was in her mid 30s. we'll call her K. K was very attractive to me but i never really acknowledged that i thought she was attractive because i didn't acknowledge that i was attracted to women. it was like 'i can see why gay women would be attracted to her but im not....not at all.'

K was very popular where we worked. Cool tempered (before her sous chef promotion). Personable. Friendly. Always smiling. Easy to get along with- it seemed. She drew a lot of people to her. When i was younger i noticed this but she seemed to kinda ignore me because i mean i was a kid ya know?

however, when i returned, she tackled me and gave me the biggest hug out of anyone. weird, because we didn't have a close relationship when i was there before. so i get my job back and it was like she was going out of her way to talk to me all the time but i didn't mind it- i really needed the friends. but over time i realized she would slip things in about her relationship status.

she was in a long term relationship

she used to be engaged

it's over now

she's single- not looking for anything

oh- cool! good, you should rush into anything if you're not ready for anything, K.

during that summer i was having trouble finding somewhere to stay, as i said i'd come back to my state from college (short notice) and my mom wasn't intending on putting me up long term. so i was looking to friends. at the time, K, was one offering to let me couch surf at her place. i was so grateful, dude. i didn't have a whole lot of options so i agreed. i was staying any and everywhere people would allow me to and that got me into a lot of trouble that year.. it got me hurt too. im in therapy now for some of it but i wont get into tonight but just know i've learned that not everyone is always as kind as they say they are.

i never initially gave K any indication that i wasn't straight. i'd only ever talked to her about guys. i was nice to her and sure, she would give me compliments, calling me 'beautiful' and i would accept them but i never thought they meant much of anything.

i started having issues with my mother and i took up drinking and partying that year. if there was a party, i was there. the place i worked, they partied like animals- they could afford to and the alcohol they serve was the good shit, shit i could never get my hands on otherwise so i tried showing up when i could.

at one of the parties, K took to 'looking after' me and i drank so much that my judgement was all out of whack.. i was completely fucked up and i wound up kissing her in front of one of my best friends at the time (not the girl i went to prom with- a different girl i dont talk to her anymore...she's weird.. after this happened she told me that she 'always thought she would be my first lesbian kiss'.... um, girl... chile, anyways so) and she just.... let me. then she took me too the bathroom and made out with me some more when i very clearly should've been prioritizing vomiting. annnnnnnnd someone we worked with caught us and suddenly the whole fucking party found out.

next thing you know, im getting a text from my ex who i denied dating because i was 29 and he was 17 and why did that even happen and he's grilling me like DID YOU MAKE OUT WITH K??????? ARE YOU GAY??????? (nigga since when did i owe you anything??? WHYYYYY DID I DATE MY COWORKERSSSSS???? WHY WAS I DATING HIM AS A MINOR?????? SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!!)

work for the next month or so is this weird minefield of navigating rumors or me being gay that aren't actually rumors because they're based on the fact that i made out with a woman and she's not helping me dispel anything. if anything she's playing into the rumor mill because i was the young thing that several people were pursuing but weren't successful and she 'got me' after one drunken night. and suddenly my reputation is ruined and i'm easy, oh and gay lol

and at the time, i saw her as a friend because she made me feel like she was on my side but now that i'm older i realize how much of this was so fucked up. she practically tried to force me out of the closet.

i remember crying to her several times telling her that i was straight and she was like, 'yeah.. but why would you kiss me tho?' BITCh urrghhh

THEN eventually, when i felt like, i had no choice but to just accept it. i was going to come out to my mom WHO WORKED WITH US. WHO SHE WOULD FLIRT WITH ME IN FRONT OF!!!!! i was pretty much trying to weigh all of my options and she was pretty much trying to tell me how i had to be gay. she was going to be the stud. i was going to be the femme. she was going to kick up her feet and i was going to spoil her and buy her shit. MIND YOU! I WAS 19 WORKING FRONT OF THE HOUSE AS A HOSTESS, BARISTA AND DINING ROOM ATTENDANT living from couch to couch!!!! meanwhile this bitch was 35 making bank as a whole entire fucking sous chef with her own place i----

NSFW AHEAD

and if anyone is curious, since i am telling this story i dont mind sharing the sordid details- we had sex ONE TIME and it was horrible. all she did was finger me and it was so uncomfortable. i just wanted it to be over. so i moaned a little loud and faked it like i would with a man and she got a swollen head about how she made me cum soooo hard and wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. and i'm just like ??????? damn so even women can't tell when we fake it? tragic lol. she couldn't fuck, but she was an amazing cuddler! i give her cuddling 100/10 stars🥰! no one has ever cuddled me that well again in my life which is saying alot.

anyway, my only experience being kinda openly gay irl was full of anxiety and a sprinkle of coaxing and intimidation 🥰 i never had a proper date with a woman. never had the whole, does this woman like me, is this gonna go somewhere? should we go out... thing. maybe i'll experience it someday but so far- nope!

#kulemiirl #i dont even know if it makes sense why i told this story but i never told anyone about this #its just.... been sitting with me all these years

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