#it very much can and will affect your everyday thoughts and actions

[arsonistman]

I’m well aware that fiction and reality are different things/worlds, but I am allowed to call/think someones fucking weird for getting off to incest and minor/adult porn

[r3starttt]

ACHING TO TOUCH HER

- request

an: based on my experience, don't take it too serious, just some comfort for those insecure (specifically about the body)

ABBY ANDERSON

⋆ would learn to recognize when you're not feeling the nicest and would tell you immediately how pretty you look

"stop looking at yourself in the mirror, you look nice" your hands, resting on your stomach just som seconds ago, moved to the sides of your body. You didn't feel comfortable enough with the clothes you were currently wearing, there was something odd.

You shifted your eyes towards her, taking a deep breath "just nice?" "shut up, come here" her arms extended, making space for you to crawl to her into a very comforting hug, probably what you needed.

⋆ understands how stressful it can be to have those thoughts so she's always patient with you whenever you're having a tough day.

⋆ kisses on your temple whenever you seem off, zoning out while you look at yourself on any reflection, whenever you seem physically uncomfortable, whenever you say words not so nice about yourself. She finds her way to comfort you.

⋆ she's completely in love with everything that makes you, you. Your hair, eyes, nose, strength, size, height. Anything she adores about you because it's you.

⋆ notices the smallest changes on you and compliments them, always.

"your hair looks different today, I like it"

⋆ she knows you, a lot. Would always let you know what looks good on you, what you should try, what changes you should do. And would always be so tender with her words.

"Saw this the other day, though it'll look good on you"

⋆ finds your glasses the sexiest thing ever. Your hair, she adores it, she definitely learns to take care of it properly, to help you comb it, she takes her time with you. Your stomach, she can't help but put her hands on you whenever you wear tight clothes, the way it looks it's the most hot shit she's ever seen and she has to touch it. Thighs, ass, boobs, anything like that, no matter the size, she needs her hands on it, specifically on public.

⋆ has to let you know with actions how much she loves everything about you and your body.

⋆ she finds stretch marks hot so... yeah

⋆ any freckles and moles you have she counts them, memorize them, god she's in love with ur body.

⋆ "pretty girl"

DINA

⋆ she's always calling u lots of compliments. Ass gurllll so, wearing something tight? She'll let you know how hot you look and how much she adores you in that.

"What?" You murmured once you realize how she was practically eye fucking you. She just laughed, shrugging her shoulders "nice ass"

You kept on wearing those jeans, just for her.

⋆ likes showering with you and telling you how much she loves every inch of your body. Cuddling and resting her hands on your stomach or run her fingers trough your arms as she murmurs how gorgeous you are.

⋆ can tell when you're off but gives you space or directly asks you what she can do to help/ does something about it.

"Hey... babe, come here, yeah?" You've been a while just looking at the wall. Today had been exhausting, and looking at your reflection wasn't quite the best idea ever. You felt uncomfortable in your own body, and everything felt so overwhelming.

It wasn't until her arms embraced you, pulling your body towards her, that you realized how much everything was affecting you. What would you do without her?

⋆ Always ask u the reason, worried she said or did something even thought she knows she's never the reason.

⋆ late night talks about it. She wants to know what bothers you so much and what's the background of it.

⋆ eye to eye cuddling while she caresses every inch of your body.

⋆ kisses everywhere everyday all the time

⋆ doesn't allow any mean words to yourself "Hey, don't say that" accompanied with a slightly harsh tap on the side of your arm or over your shoulder

ELLIE WILLIAMS

⋆ always worried about you, the minimum you look sad or off or just not the happiness she's already asking you whats wrong, what happened, did she do something?

"What is It?" "Did I do something?" "C'mon babe" "shhh, it's alright"

⋆ hands and eyes all over your body, all the time

"Can't understand how you don't see how fucking hot you look right now babe"

⋆ learns about patience. She can be pretty harsh sometimes we know that, but she would never ever mess with your appearance, no matter what.

⋆ always takes her time to comfort you on hard days, hearing you without saying a word until you're done. Lots of hugs and kisses for u

⋆ tries to convince you you're the hottest person alive but eventually learns to actually support you based on what you find comforting <3

⋆ breaks her heart to see the disappointment on your face whenever you're not fully comfortable with your clothes, makeup, anything

⋆ always offers you help "want my hoodie?" "Wanna go home babe?"

an:

1- abby finds glasses hot

2- curly haired, fat, black, Latina women? They all drive them crazy, those are facts stfu

[donutz]

— *🎩 Mach x reader headcanons!!

Mach x reader headcanons

— Before relationship

She enjoys your company

Why wouldn’t she?

Other than Pilby, she doesn’t really have anybody else to talk to

Minus family members

You’re a very entertaining person

“Do you use your banhammer to exercise?”

“... No.”

“Oh, so you use just normal exercising equipment?”

“No.”

“...”

She finds your conversation starters to be interesting

Because of her tall height(excluding her hat) she enjoys how small you are to her

Unless you’re her exact height or taller than her, seeing you all tiny makes her… She doesn’t know— Powerful? Yeah, maybe it makes her feel powerful.

She doesn’t feel that way with Pilby, so why is it different with you?

She really appreciates you respecting her boundaries

If you’re more of a touchy person, she can visibly see you trying not to hug her

When she sees this happening, she’ll open up her arms and say, “Here.” As if she’s inviting you to hug her

You run into her arms, all giddy and cheery

As she’s slightly blushing

Making her cold tempered body, more warm rather than chilly

Hm.

Physical affection with you makes her feel vulnerable, especially in a public setting, which is less likely to happen.

Her favorite part of physical touch with you is holding hands

If you’re smaller than her, she likes the size comparison between your hand and hers

Holding and hugging you is… Nice. She enjoys your company.

— In Love

She notices how her slow beating heart beats a little faster when she sees you

Strange.

That’s never happened before.

Not even in wars or battles.

What a strange person you are.

Seeing you happy makes her happy, and seeing you sad makes her sad.

She sometimes catches herself internally happy at you being overly excited

She doesn’t catch herself smiling, no, because it’s kind of.. Impossible.

Or I guess, within my view, out of character.

She writes it down in her very much personal journal

Lately over the days, she’s been writing about you.

Well why shouldn’t she? You make her feel something new almost everyday!

She’s chuckled at your behavior, hugged you, thought about you quite a lot and— Oh my the list goes on!

She’s even told Pilby about you

They very much appreciate Mach telling them such things, and are happy for her

But- Pilby let one thing slip between their lips

And that thing is…

You like Mach too!

Mach went silent, staring at Pilby for a good five seconds

Before she notices Pilby starting to cry.

She reassures them, saying that it was okay

That she’ll go to you to make sure Pilby was right

Pilby just stood there, worried and disappointed in themselves for letting out such a personal secret.

Pilby my baby :O(

— Confessing..♡︎

A letter, no, maybe words?

Though, actions do speak louder than words.

I think they’d find it more serious if I spoke it myself.

Mach takes you to her office to, “Discuss a topic”.

“I, myself, have considered something about you. A feeling. A feeling that makes me feel warm and happy.”

“...”

“That feeling is one I’ve never felt before. I enjoy your company and your nonexistence causes me worry at times.”

“Though you might have figured it out already, my feelings for you are immense. In words that may be hard to say, I love you.”

Hearing those words really made you go silent. Even if your feelings were the same, saying words wasn’t available.

“... Your silence tells me that you are surprised.”

“Oh— Sorry! I do return your feelings!! I was just taken off guard…”

Hearing your words makes my eyebrows raise, and the muscles within my jaw slightly part my lips.

You stare at her, worried you’d put her in a state of shock or something.

“I. Appreciate your reciprocated feelings..” Mach turns her head away when she sees your clueless expression.

I let out a breath, collecting the courage to ask, “Would you.. Like to receive the label as “My partner”?”

You smile at her nervousness, “Ya! Would you like to be my—”

She hugs you, hiding her face away from your view

“Yes. I do.”

It seems she’s too shy to hear the word, “Girlfriend”.

— Together <3

It’s… Awkward between you two.

It doesn’t really seem awkward for Mach, but you’re even more nervous around her presence, as if you two were just strangers!

But you don’t avoid her of course, why would you do that?

Mach enjoys quality time, physical touch isn’t her strong suit— But for you she doesn’t mind♡︎

Most of the quality time you two spend together is you checking out the obbies she creates

If you want to try them, she slightly hesitates but says yes

She watches over you very carefully, making sure to catch you the second after you fall

She’ll never get disappointed at you failing to complete her obbies

At first she doesn’t turn on the fire wall, but if you’re up for a challenge, she turns it on.

She’s smiled at you enjoying her obby many times

If you do complete it, she instantly praises you and talks about your skills

Her favorite times is when you both are watching other players play her obby

She does enjoy cuddling with you, quite a lot actually.

Doesn’t matter if you’re bigger than her, she’s the big spoon

Looking at you sleeping so peacefully is like listening to cat purrs, calming.

Though she doesn’t sleep much, you sleeping somehow convinces her brain to shut off(half of it) for a few hours

If you struggle with sleeping, she’s always there to comfort you

Insomniac? Hey, that’s probably her too

She really can’t judge

She’d never judge you

Most likely anyways, it depends on the situation.

Baking is an activity that she loves to see you do specifically, but baking with you just might be even better.

“Oh— You have some frosting on yer nose!”

She looks at you,

You gesture to lean her head down, as she is quite the tall woman

You lightly grab her face, using your thumb to wipe off the frosting

Then giving her nose a kiss

“There!”

You go back to whipping the frosting, as Mach stands there.

She also goes back to whipping the frosting, looking at the ground so you don’t see her very much red face.

A/N|| I apologize if this is ooc! I was looking at Mach's interaction dialogue and found out she wasn't as serious as I thought.. (-ω-、)

[girlfromflor]

atsumu and his infatuation with stoic!reader - part 1

wc: 1371 | tw: some swear words ig | a/n: i did not proofread this lol, part 2

atsumu was never one to think too hard about other people’s actions. he always thought that when someone said something, they meant it. when they didn’t say anything, well that’s just because there is nothing to be said. he was just as simple, so why worry, right? but that was before he met you. 

he still remembers the very first time he saw you come over practice. you seemed so lost, trying to speak to the coach and see if there was any chance you could be part of the club, only to have your voice completely drown in the loud sound of the balls hitting the court’s floor. atsumu was stunned, he had never seen you around and yet it felt like you were known, like that one person he can always count on. you were so gorgeous, your hair matching your pretty face and soft eyes. he almost immediately asked you to marry him. his eyes worked unceasingly to memorize every part of you. how you were a bit shorter than him, how the school uniform wrapped every part of your body oh so nicely, and he wondered how you would look rid of all those layers. so he gathered all his courage and after a deep breath he approached you, “uh, hi. i’m miya atsumu, do you need help?” 

you, with your ever so practical and stoic persona, had the immediate reaction to just say no. usually not one to chit chat or kill time doing something so trivial as talking about ordinary and banal things. but as you turned to answer the atsumu guy, you freezed. probably it was the first time you ever stood in a situation like this, but god, he was so absolutely gorgeous to you that your whole demeanor changed. you were a loss of words. flustered with your own traitor thoughts and, as you realized you were taking too much time to answer a simple question, your mind went blank for a minute. “sorry, what…?”

he laughed. and god, what a cute laugh he had. he wondered if you were always this distracted. “do you need help? with whatever it is that you’re doing…” and gave you a smile, trying his hardest to not add a random ‘love’ into the phrase. to his surprise you didn’t smile back, face expressionless as you said, “oh, right. yeah, i think i could use some help. i need to subscribe to some club activities and i thought maybe i could be part of the volleyball team… do you think that can happen?” after having a few seconds to recompose yourself you managed to mutter, thanking whatever wave of luck that allowed you not to stumble over your words.

and after that, atsumu knew he was in for a long journey. being head over heels for someone that he later learned to be a first-year, that he now would most likely see everyday and that – much to his dismay – did not utter a single word towards him, unless absolutely necessary. he did not understand any of it. why he felt so breathless around you and why you seemed so oblivious to his advances. he didn’t know how to deal with all of it, he just wanted to know you completely, to have access to your deepest desires and wills and have you share all parts of you and your life. 

but you never really seemed to realize how intensely he cared for you. and nowadays all he can do is to be deeply attentive to everything you do. whenever you say something – or when you don’t, for that matter – he’ll find a way to read your words and actions over and over again. he’s obsessed with it. he can’t imagine why in the world you are so little affected by the things he says and does. how could you not have any sort of reaction when he was around you doing all types of things to get your attention. it wasn’t until a random practice day that he realized just how much you actually noticed him.

he couldn’t help but reminisce that afternoon, it was very meaningful to him. after a few months of coexisting, he managed to remain well behaved with you. only exchanging a few words of politeness whenever you two met. he had just thrown another bad set to one of his teammates, growing frustrated and bothered by the minute. you don’t notice at first what’s wrong. nevertheless, you are the very first to really understand the problem. while all of the boys swim in confusion as to why atsumu seemed so lost in his thoughts during practice, you decide it’s time for him to focus already.

“atsumu” you call, waiting for him to look at you. he lifts his eyes slowly, so caught up in his frustration to notice the soft glint of affection in yours. “yes…?” he answers at last, still not paying you full attention. 

“i know you’re stressed over exams…” and that’s enough to have him looking at you with attentive eyes, wondering how did you know that since you’re not usually aware of those things, always having the best grades of your class. “but it will be okay. you studied harder than ever, if that’s not enough then i don’t know what would be…”

he lets out an amused chuckle, thinking that you’re just trying to be practical and make him not waste a whole practice just because he’s worried. but then it clicks, he never mentioned exams. during the whole time he spent studying, he did not mention it once. he was pressured enough, he didn’t want anyone else to add up to his stress. he questions then, why would you assume that, of all things? 

little does he know that you noticed how he was getting a few minutes later than the others at practice, because he was finishing a summary of his exams topics. how he would look at the paper in his pocket from time to time to check if he had gotten the right answers to the questions he was mentally doing over and over. how he stopped staying after hours so he could get home sooner, probably to go over his notes about that one topic he never really manages to understand just right.

so he tilts his head a bit to the side, still looking at you with some amusement in his eyes and says, “is not only that, you know… i have to study so much to get good grades and can’t even set right while doing so, it makes me wonder if i won’t ever be able to do two things at the same time…”

and for that you just giggle. a light, sweet sound that just makes atsumu drown even more in his infatuation for you. you raise your eyebrows, hardly believing these words had really left his mouth. “atsumu…” is soft, trying to not sound aggressive, but all the boys that are paying attention can see that you’re actually dead serious when you say, matter-of-factly “you’re recognized as the number one high school setter… what are you so concerned about?”

and that just hits him like a fucking punch, because you are not saying it to encourage him nor is it to make him feel better. you stating a fact, he is indeed one of the best players in high school, he should be able to study hard and still play well, it comes naturally to him anyway. his eyes fill up with something you can’t quite point out, his smirk spoke volumes though “well, i guess it just gets hard to remember that sometimes”.

after that short dialogue you two shared, he managed not to miss one move throughout the rest of their practice. his humor well recovered as he wonders just how much you watch him around and that, maybe, you think of him just as much as he thinks of you. but nothing could have prepared him for the next day, when he was changing at the locker room and found a note that said “so you don’t have a hard time remembering it” with a simple black bracelet underneath that had “best setter” engraved on it.

[sanjisboyfie]

me psychoanalyzing sanji x male reader some moreeee

-> i'm actually sanji's #1 lover, especially after re-reading wci i'm so deeply EMPATHETIC WITH THIS MAN and i fear his content will consume my entire blog.

warning : sanji is really insecure and has rlly low self esteem sorry

sanji probably gets jealous very easily. like...concerningly very easily and each time he feels himself getting jealous it's literally borderline insane. it practically drives him to insanity.

oh my god this + his history with how fliratious he was with others, it drives him up a wall. he realizes quickly that his past actions on how he treated others before he got into a LOYAL relationship with you haunts him to this day.

everytime he sees you interact with anyone, man or women (for some reason, his jealousy is driven up even higher when it's a woman, though), he feels like he wants to take you into his arms and stake a very obvious claim on you as his and him as yours. it's a seemingly very childish thing, but to him, it's the most serious situation in the world. he doesn't want you looking at other women, he doesn't want you looking at other men - he wants to feel like he is enough for you and the best way you can do that is by giving all your attention to him.

and his jealousy only grows the more and more your attention isn't on him.

then the envy starts bleeding into guilt and overthinking. because to him: you're his one and only, there's never going to be anyone else after you - and if there was anyone else before you, well, they're nothing in his mind anymore. you are his entire being. it's like you're the sun and he's every other planet - his life and worth all revolve around you. all of his thoughts, from the moment he wakes up to when he sleeps, are just you. you're his everything.

when he starts seeing you talk to anyone else but him, it makes him overthink all of his past actions that led him up to this point. are you finally going to leave him? did you find someone better? is his past as a womanizer going to make you realize you don't want to be with him anymore?

then he goes through a phase where he dotes on you especially hard. he repeatedly tells you every single second of every single day, he loves no one but you and that he loves you with his entire being. it's concerning, to hear him so devotedly speak about his love for you as if he is going to disappear the next second. but he's only speaking like this because he thinks that ^ is going to happen, but it being you instead of him that disappears.

he fears that everyday he wakes up, you're not going to be beside him. you'd wake up in the middle of the night and realize you deserve better (because you do, in his mind, you deserve much better than him) and you're gonna leave him and the crew. and there's going to be no way they can find you because they are drifting on the ocean and just like that, you're going to be gone forever.

so yes, sanji does have a jealousy problem, but it's so much more than that. it stems deep, deep, deep down to his own self-esteem and his guilt on his past behavior. please be nice to him or his mental might completely crumble at the thought of you thinking he's just some sort of womanizer and lovesick fool.

he just needs constant reassurance and convincing that you're going to stay with him and a lot of affection and he might, maybe, maybe, just be okay. he just really needs you to be there for him.

[lawsvalentine]

Can I request opla usopp is desperate for y/n like he needs , wants, desire, wants to be apart. But y/n is very oblivious until a certain night 👀🌊

Fantasize • Usopp x Fem!reader• (18+)

Opla!usopp

CW:horny!usopp, slight pervy usopp??(very heavy on the slight), mutual masterbation, nudity, tit sucking, riding, groping, unprotected sex, creampie

Cee’s Note: thank you at @penny44224 for your request 🤍 i hope you like it 😁

🎵” I fantasize about it all the time” 🎵

You had no idea the affect you had on him.

The way your tight clothes hugged your body and accentuated your curves drove Usopp crazy.

He didn’t mean to stare, but could you blame him when you looked that damn good.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, his heart and loins burned for you. His desire for you grew everyday and now his mind clouded with the dirtiest fantasies of you.

Many nights he spent stroking himself to the thought of you in his workshop. Wishing it was your pretty pussy milking his cock dry.

One night you happened to be walking past Usopp’s workshop, when you heard strange noises coming from his room.

Your ears perked up at the sounds, pressing your ear against the door, you could hear the faint wet sounds and the whimpers of your name from the other end.

Your core throbbed as you realized what the sniper was doing behind that door. His pretty moans making you involuntarily rub your thighs trying to relieve your heat.

But that wasn’t enough, you wanted more and judging from what you were hearing, so did he.

Without thinking, you opened the door to his room, startling Usopp in the process. As you shut the door behind you, your eyes raked over his current state.

Sweat drops decorated his forehead as a few of his locs dangled in front of his face. His bare chest exposed, heaving up and down as he was catching his breath. His hand scrambling to cover his fully hard dick.

“Y-Y/N, it’s not what it looks like” he said, embarrassment written on his face.

You don’t say a word instead you slowly approach him and stand in front of him. His eyes widen when you begin to strip off your top exposing your breasts to him.

“Is this what you were thinking about?” You say, one hand teasingly rubbing the hardened nub of your nipple.

Usopp’s eyes were glued to your breasts as he nodded his head. He had to hold back a groan at the naughty sight.

“I didn’t know you thought about me like this,” your hand slides down from your breasts to the hem of your shorts.

You slide both materials of your shorts and panties down leaving you completely bare in front of the man. Your hands started moving to rub your clit. A breathy sigh leaving your lips. Usopp eyes can’t help but gape at your body, completely entranced by your beauty.

“How often do you think about me like this? Tell me, Usopp,” your syrupy voice sent shivers up his spine.

“All the time,” Usopp’s hand went back to stroking himself at the sight of you pleasuring yourself in front of him. “You don’t know much I’ve wanted you”

Your eyebrow raises and your lips curve in a smirk. You stop your actions and approach him closer til his head was eye level with your breasts.

“Come have the real thing,” you said, bringing a hand to stroke his handsome face.

His arm snakes around your back as he brings you to straddle his lap. He cups your breasts and brings it to his mouth sucking and licking the hardened nub earning a moan from your lips.

He moves his attention to the other breast as he continues sucking on your tits. You rock your hips against his pelvis, desperate for the pleasure.

He lifts your hips with one arm and positions his dick to align with your entrance. He gives you a look, searching for your approval. You nod, giving him consent as he slowly brings your hips down onto his shaft.

Both you two gasp at the newfound pleasure. The thickness of his length stretching you out so perfectly. Usopp felt like he was dreaming. The tight warmth of your pussy was beyond his wildest fantasies. Pleasure unlike anything he’s felt before.

You start to slowly rock your hips, getting used to his length before bouncing slightly on top of him.

His hands reached to cup your butt, squeezing the fatty flesh as it jiggled above him.

He assisted your movements, creating a rhythm.

“Ah…shit, Y/N,” Usopp moans, “you feel so damn good”

You pause your bouncing to rock your hips again, rubbing your clit against his pelvis. You can feel you stomach tighten as your movements became more desperate. Usopp rocked in rhythm with yours, creating even more pleasure.

“Oh..f-fuck, Usopp, I’m gonna….ah” and before you know it your juices coated his cock. As you rode out your high Usopp started to fuck up into you. His thrusts sporadic and desperate as he chased his high.

With a loud groan, Usopp painted your walls with his seed. Your head fell against his shoulders, you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took.

As Usopp came down from his high, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

‘This was way better than my hand’ he thought

[yandrness]

Yandere Jing Yuan - Very Dangerous!

Jing Yuan from HSR looks like such a soft, patient, playful, gentle, beautiful (!!!) man. All the green lights on the street. You want to know who the Xianzhou girls want to marry? It’s this guy. Guy is a senior and still single, there are no rumors of him playing around and have you seen his smile??

Then it turns out that when he falls in love, everything is off the table. He knows his feelings are abnormal and twisted, he knows he’s being too possessive and obsessive, but he’s self-aware enough (after some attempts) that he cannot stop himself from being… well… a very, very abnormal lover.

He wants to pat your hair everyday. He wants to kiss you in the mornings when he wakes up with you. He wants to hug you whenever he sees you and never let go.

(he wants to lock you up so no one can see you, he wants to maim those people who look at you so obscenely, he wants to chop off the hands of anyone who tries to touch you, he wants to love you love you love you until you understand you can’t evereverever leave him, he wants to devour you—)

The General of Xianzhou Luofu is, however, an extremely intelligent and cunning man. The board is his playground, and life is but a simulation of a game. He has an abnormal self-awareness normal yanderes won’t have, as well as an understanding of how to pick apart his enemies and how to gain the maximum amount of affection from his lover everyday <3. He understands social cues and anticipates actions from his enemies and those he deems dangerous for his darling. He would be able to cut people off from your life easily and you wouldn’t even be aware of it (he really wants to make you rely on him, but he won’t, he won’t either do anything drastic unless situation calls for it or you’re really surrounded by scum). If you were being harassed by someone then they’d disappear the next day, or idk, their reputation goes down the drain after a series of unfortunate incidents. He coaxed you into going to live in an area with the least appearances of Mara-struck citizens, even better if you agree to live with him, or perhaps he makes it seem like it’s your choice (maybe some promotion, deals too good to pass on, job opportunity, being moved to another branch of the company you work for, etc etc).

He’s self-aware of what to do and what NOT to do… at least, without anyone knowing. If a slight inking of his real intentions are caught by anyone (Fu Xuan is the most likely to catch on Jing Yuan’s yandereness, but she has no interest in the General’s love life so it’s unlikely she gets THAT intrusive unless he’s too obvious, and he won’t be, because he very much likes his current relationship with his darling and it’d be a shame to jeopardize that) he makes sure to blow it off in typical General-manner. Light-hearted, friendly, lazily, you name it — it’s unimaginable how he’s thinking of cutting off that hand that just touched you, right?

The General, even on the battlefield, isn’t a very violent person, so that prisoner screaming about him had clearly gone mad from Mara disease.

When it comes to being the lover of Jing Yuan, you are very happy. Your lover is thoughtful, gentle, faithful, playful, beautiful and very, very caring. So what if he’s sometimes a bit overbearing? Or his gaze is a little intense? Or that he likes kissing and hugging and all sorts of physical contact? How could you say no when those golden eyes stare at you so deeply? (yes the general is deliberately seducing you) One gaze and some teasing gets you flushing and melting into his arms.

Yandere Jing Yuan is a very mild yandere since he has an abnormal self-control, but push enough of his buttons (AKA you) and he can easily be triggered into one of the most terrifying yandere you or your enemies/friends can meet, but if you coax him right he can still be the sweetest gentleman ever. Your fate depends on your choices.

(AKA don’t be stupid lmao or you gonna find yourself in house arrest while ppl think you died from the mara disease or sth, oof)

[lxvvie]

Hiiii 👋

I love the way you write CoD characters, Ghost especially 🫶🫶

Love how you portray him in general, I feel like it's very him and in character. Also if it's not to much of an ask, what do you think of girl dad Simon? ☺️

D'aww, thanks! I've never thought I was good at writing Ghost so this gives me hope that at least I'm on the right track.

Girl Dad!Simon will always say, "It's my girls' world, mate. Jus' livin' in it." He's protective of his girls, teaches them to defend themselves, and does his damndest to encourage their individuality. He lets them and the Missus rule the roost but they always run stuff by him and he's good for running interference if need be. He takes the lead when necessary but he's content to follow for the most part.

He's the dad his girls have no problem having girl talk with because he knows all they really need is a listening ear.

He's the dad whose girls will giggle-snort because they can't believe their BIG BAD PAPA WOLF can sew (check out the Knitting!Simon AU). But yeah, he can sew, girls. Who do you think made your baby blankets?

He's the dad who they later found out has their names tattooed on him, an everyday reminder of his fortune, his blessing, his priorities.

Simon is a man whose affections are best demonstrated through action, and every day he makes sure to show his girls that they're the best fuckin' thing to ever happen to him, even if they love waking him up at the ass-crack of dawn.

[packsvlog]

matchmake me bestie 😭

-I work with behavioral needs children, mainly in schools, dealing with tantrums from pre-school to grade school, from small tantrums to full blown, classroom destroying meltdowns (I love it)

-I love horror movies, animals, naps, audiobooks, and video games

-I am confident and I do *not* accept nonsense when people come at me or mine

-I have #anxiety

-I like to cook, I’m okay at it

-uh, idk what else to say. I am a person who is trying to survive in this world that is constantly trying to make it harder to survive 😭

hii bestie!! i was so anxious to make yours, and you are so cool, mwahh! also, you reminded me so much of my reader from “when i kissed the teacher” so i got inspired by it. 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nanami kento

One can only take much before crumbling down. You left the Jujutsu world behind, locking away your cursed technique, devotion the attention you gave to curses and evil leaders to something more bright and better — Nanami Kento envied you, but he was also the one who was proud the most.

The male thought of you with high regards, good memories of an old life, sighing contempt coming back from a difficult mission, thanking the universe that you weren’t there. In this world of lives in danger and deep wounds, your presence was being required in a school, with crying babies and ripped shirts from tiny fists.

He missed you, could never not miss you, your lack of presence was sensed by every creature in the world — your CT was the ability to manipulate emotions, but it could affect you as well. Sometimes, you would go numb for days, and the high ups would dig themselves into you to achieve terrible missions anyone would deny. Nanami was the one to put his fist down, to get you away during those moments.

It was also his care and warm presence that brought your true self back.

You missed him as well, like sunflowers without the sun to kiss their faces, you missed his constant warm. It was a normal situation to find yourself with his number on dial, but never pressing the buttons, not knowing that on Tokyo, hours away from you, his actions were the same. Like a tangled red thread, you move and he moves the same way.

One day, one folds. You call him, happiness increasing in your aura when he says “Hello, angel.” with that sweet voice, you know he is smiling as large as you.

It’s months of cellphone calls, everyday updating each other of your lives. You tell him of your lovely and difficult students, who remind you a lot of Gojo. He tells you of the new students you haven’t met yet, nor do you ever will, both of you think.

Your voices is what keeps the other happy for the day, the last thing before falling to sleep.

One day, Nanami calls you before the designed time, before a mission, in Shibuya. He tells you he feels weird, maybe scared, but he refuses for you to come, even when you beg. Kento says he will call later, and that he loves you.

It feels like a goodbye, but the granted love of the universe falls for the two of you — he survives, and he does not want this life anymore. So with a quick goodbye to those he cares the most, Nanami moves to your city, in a coastal area, little house by the sea. Going to sleep with his arms around you and waves crashing in the distance, life finally becomes peaceful.

Nanami opens a little bakery, he often stops by your classes to drop some of his most tasteful breads and grant them to your students as well, they all love him very much. The two of you adopt a canine and feline companion, naming them after your friends from high school. They always cuddle at your feet on your large couch, while the two of you are watching movies, specially scary movies. Nanami loves to have you flinched from a jumpscare and crawling into lis lap.

Life with Nanami is very much simple, there is no need to control emotions or repress them, when you are daily showered with devotion and love and can reciprocate without feeling the dread that comes next. The world is not so hard to survive anymore, and when the anxiety can get too much, and thoughts spiral shaping into hurricanes, his arms can carry you back home, to the safety of his heart.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Nanami does not disagree that you are a good cooker, but he much rather be the one making your meals, as a way of showing love and letting you rest.

◛ ₊· He loves to listen to audiobooks with you as well, while you both are on a road trip to the mountains or other beaches, you listen to it together. But, if asked, he would much rather hear your voice reading to him.

◛ ₊· Nanami loves how good and caring you are with the children, your patience as well. Anytime he catches you with your students or hears you’re talking about them, he doesn’t contain his smile. Secretly, he can’t wait to have some of your own.

[chronicbeans]

What would it be like if you were Wally's puppeteer?

I actually have a whole story, start to finish for that scenario! I'll provide the links to the Masterlist that have the parts for it below, alongside some extra little info and just an overview for his behaviors and thoughts! Just a heads up, these Masterlists are a bit chaotic, because I am not well practiced in making them! 😅 Also, the story is pretty old - my first one on here - so idk how well it holds up!

Being Wally Darling's Puppeteer:

TW: Idol Worshipping, Obsessive Behavior, Unintentional Violence (Puppet Man Doesn't Understand how Fragile Humans can be)

As a puppet, Wally isn't necessarily in as much control over you as he would be as a puppeteer. He doesn't mind, though! He doesn't see the need to control you. It's your job to control him. Why would he want to control you?

He always knew he was a puppet, but not necessarily what it meant. To him and his friends, being a puppet was basically the same as being human, just with more stuffing and felt than skin and bone. So, when he got brought to the human world, realizing that every puppet has a puppeteer... someone who controls what they say and do everyday... his mind is blown. His mindset is filled with the idea that making you happy will, in turn, make his already pleasant life perfect! His friends will be even happier, he will be happier, and most importantly, you will be happier!

Then, that desire to make his own life better fades away as everything settles in better. As he watches you, he begins to grow attached to you. Well, more so than a puppet and puppeteer already are. You are his savior! Think about it! Someone who controls what he says and does in his world... What does that sound like to you?

He isn't scared to reveal himself to you. He's your puppet! Why would you be scared if he is walking and talking? You are pals! You have a bond stronger than pals, actually! He wants your attention. He wants your affection. He wants you to be proud of him. He needs it.

He is willing to go to extreme lengths, however, he doesn't understand the consequences of it. As a puppet, he can handle things like... say, a heavy object falling from a high place and hitting his head. That may sound very specific, but as a three foot tall puppet, that's one of the few things he can do. He can also handle things like accidentally stapling himself. Just pull it out! It feels uncomfortable, yes, but no severe injuries! He doesn't understand that humans can't handle it. That humans are harmed by it. He may know that if feels uncomfortable for them and mean to do these things, but he doesn't understand the extent of injury these actions can cause.

So, you may notice some of your coworkers being brought to the hospital for odd injuries. An "incident with the stapler", "a large box of tools fell on their head", "the sewing machine malfunctioned". They never really want to explain what actually happened when they come back, either. They tend to avoid you, too. Wally does feel bad, don't get me wrong! He didn't mean to hurt them that badly... But, depending on the person, he might think they deserved it. Specifically if they were mean to you in the past.

You also get a bucket load of letters, drawings, and paintings on your desk at work, every single day. He has no fear in signing them, either! He'll proudly write his name, mention how much he loves you, and doodle little hearts and smiley faces all over the paper. If he didn't reveal that he is alive at this point in time, you probably think that it is all some sick joke. If he did, you are most likely twice as scared as before.

[turbulentscrawl]

Identity(V) Headcanons: Naib Subedar

yall know the drill ;) If you like how I write the characters, consider sending me a request or matchup!

I also don't really have the patience to sit on my posts for a few days and check for mistakes, so forgive my typos hahah

-Naib got into his line of work out of necessity, not desire. He has never enjoyed taking lives…but he is both very good at it and very professional about it. He’s survived so long, in part, by being good at compartmentalizing his emotions. Work is work, and life outside is not, and he’s somehow managed to separate the two without separating his mental state. Nevertheless, he’s a very different person when he’s on the job and he would prefer that his loved ones didn’t see that.

-Outside of work, Naib shares Norton’s sentiments of all life being created equal. Unlike Norton, however, he uses this as a motivation to protect people rather than concern himself with revenge. That’s not to say he won’t step in if someone is out of line, but he is primarily focused on contributing good to the world in his free time.

-That said, Naib’s moral compass has become a bit warped over the years. He does his best to be a good person, but at a certain point someone can have so much blood on them that it starts to color their vision. The opposite of rose-colored glasses, if you will. He is, however, an accurate and consistent judge of character, so he often thinks about his course-of-actions in the frame of ‘would my mother be proud of me for this?’ That helps a lot with any difficult decisions.

-Naib “gets along” with most people. Being rough around the edges as he is sometimes makes it difficult for people to tell where they stand with him, but in truth he’s very vocal when he doesn’t like someone. It generally takes someone intentionally and repeatedly antagonizing him before he starts to develop a negative opinion. Otherwise, he maintains politeness.

-He is very slow to let people in, however. Naib’s life is dangerous and fleeting, so even when he likes someone he’s hesitant to get close to them. Outside of the manor, he’s a genuine slow-burn sort. A real “we’ve known one another for years and I’ve liked you for almost as long but I wont let myself have you until it’s entirely too much to take and I initiate an explosive night of passion” sort. Inside the manor, though, I think it’s more of a “we take comfort where we can get it, and then it slowly becomes real” sort of thing.

-Used to being the man of the house, Naib has a habit of trying to speak on behalf of or otherwise handle people’s problems for them. Again, he’s a good judge of character, so he’s pretty accurate in gauging how people would want situations handled…but this can still cause tension with friends and partners who are more independent. And if you talk to him about wanting to handle something yourself? There’s a non-zero chance he’ll go behind your back and take care of it anyway.

-The best love languages for Naib are Gift Giving and Words of Affirmation! He likes receiving thoughtful gifts—specifically ones that help in his everyday life, or resolve an issue he’s having. (Even if that issue is just “I’m hungry” and you pick up some of his favorite snacks.) He also likes little trinkets that he can easily carry around to remind him of the giver when he travels. Naib also tends to give kind words the benefit of the doubt, so he accepts verbal affection without argument or doubt. Everything he does is for his loved ones, and he likes to know that he’s appreciated, loved, and missed when he’s gone. Letters are amazing too; he keeps every letter and picture he receives and treats them with as much care as possible.

-Naib could not be close with someone who has a problem with his work. He understands why they would, he himself is rather tired of it.... But he’s been doing this for too long and is in too deep to leave. He and his mother cannot afford for him to quit being a mercenary and take the time to try learning some other skill that may or may not keep food on the table as consistently. You don’t have to like his work, but it can’t be something you hound him about. If you don’t talk about it, neither will he, and you can both just pretend it doesn’t happen.

-He’s a walking garbage can. I mean it, he can and will eat anything provided to him. He has preferences of course, but after years of food insecurity and then subsequent years of service-provided meals, he’s learned to not be picky. He also never outgrew the habit of rationing and hiding food in case of emergencies, and is an avid believer in the 5-second rule because he dislikes wasting food.

-Because he eats so much--and in spite of having irregular sleep patterns—Naib always has a lot of energy. This is useful for work and matches but also shows itself in other ways…such as being a very animated conversationalist. (per the stageplay lol) It’s only obvious when he’s moderately comfortable, but Naib might legitimately be incapable of sitting still when he’s not on guard.

-He’s pretty bad at making jokes. His sense of humor came from his years in the service, surrounded by brothers-in-arms. As a result, his idea of good-natured joking is completely ragging on people. Norton is the main person in the manor who gets this, but it leaves most other people to wonder if they’re actually friends or if they hate one another.

[euphroseia]

Forever and always

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Genre: idol!au, fluff with a bit of angst

Warnings: Mention(s) of god, being agnostic, LDR, some kissing scenes but not explicit just wholesome, honestly. I think that’s all. Let me know if I missed some!

If you liked my writing, please give me a reblog. I’d appreciate it and it will help me a lot! You can also let me know your thoughts about the story here. Thank youuuu! 💗

It all started by subscribing to the bubble for JYPnation; and honestly, you were very reluctant at first. Is this even worth my money? Will I really be communicating with my bias here? Oh my god, this ain’t some kind of scam right? You asked yourself these questions before actually paying. And here comes the exciting part: choosing the artist to receive. This wasn’t a hard decision to make, after all, you installed the app for him—for Hyunjin. 

After receiving the first message of greeting, the one where he thanks you for being bubble’s friend, you were already ecstatic at this moment. Oh, god, Hwang Hyunjin, I cannot wait for you to actually message me. And so, the magic begins.

“Hello, Y/N” 

“Y/N, Good morning”

“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!!!”

“Look, I painted your profile although I know that’s not you.”

At first, you were sure he is just like this because he was supposed to do this, and most importantly, he might be doing this to everyone, and you shouldn’t be paying too much attention and affection to all his actions towards you; however, messages like these started with everyday texts, and the days turned to weeks, and weeks soon arrived to almost a month, which means you’re approaching the end for this subscription. When you subscribed to bubble, you planned on changing a member every month that passed by, not until Hyunjin messaged you something you could never decline. 

“Y/N~, I know you’re reaching a month from being with me, please don’t choose another member :(( I’ll be good please don’t leave me.” First of all, how did he know I’m planning on switching to another member? Second, why did he have to be this cute? And MOST of all, why is he doing and saying this to me??? This were the things you asked yourself after what he had said

You don’t know how things went to this miracle but the only thing you can do is thank god for allowing you to subscribe to bubble, you’re an agnostic by the way, because if you didn’t, then maybe you won’t be laying in this fluffy bed with a long haired blonde beautiful man beside you. 

Now, this might sound like a dream come true, it is, of course; but dating an idol has its fair share of pros and cons. Greatest of all pros is that you don’t need to collect all his photo cards anymore because he sends you his selfies everyday. Also, the fact that he updates you of his schedule every time? A heavenly feeling of assurance. You can honestly state a list of pros covering a whole yellow pad paper back-to-back, but you’re not going to dwell with that too much. For cons, first and most exhausting of all for you, your relationship has to be hidden. Not that it’s a secret for both your family and his, and stray kids, but having to be extra careful around everyone is the hardest. You want to tell the world that you’re dating the one and only Hwang Hyunjin and that he loves you and you love him more than anything else; but that’s just how you can imagine things for now. Next, you are in a long distance relationship. He’s in South Korea and you’re in New Jersey, USA. Oh, what a nice 12-hour time difference. 

Having to be beside him right now is a rare moment, first time even, for the both of you. He can’t go to you since it will be a dead giveaway to everyone that he is indeed seeing someone in New Jersey. So, since your anniversary is nearing, a few months back, you started saving money so that you can be with him, which leads you to this situation—hugged by the most beautiful person on earth you could ever lay your eyes on. He looks even wonderful now that he’s sound asleep, you feel peaceful with his presence. You wish for this moment to last forever, you’d give up everything just to have him stay by your side; but you know this isn’t something you can really hope for. 

Being an idol has its pros and cons. Doing a job they truly love and enjoy, but having eyes around them any time of the day, anywhere they go. Making their fans happy makes them happy as well, but also being robbed off of their freedom. People expect them to be perfect while also prying on their private lives. 

Dating ban wasn’t on his contract, at first you thought there would be no problem because of that, but why would JYP allow his artist to date someone like you? An average person who isn’t even a top student in the least. How can he allow Hyunjin to date someone who isn’t the prettiest and popular in some ways? This is why your relationship is hidden, because if people find out about this, their boss would not even protect him about your relationship, and you don’t want to be a burden to him and the group. 

You hate that you’re thinking like this despite all the constant reassurances Hyunjin has given you. He’s the sweetest person you know and you’ll ever have. You didn’t notice the tears welling up in your eyes not until a drop had rolled down the side of your eyes, to the bridge of your nose and to the pillow you were lying on. You also wouldn’t notice that Hyunjin was already awake if he didn’t suddenly sit up and hold your right cheek with his palm.

“Why are you crying, darling?” You softened with the pet name. You have always adored him calling you that.

“Nothing, love, just thinking about how lucky I am with you,” you said and smiled softly at him.

He’s lying down again and pulling you closer into him. Your head is now pressed against his chest, you can even hear the beating of his heart. In moments like this, you’re in the most fragile state; you want to be protected more than you want to protect him.

Although muffled, you heard clearly what he said after a short comforting silence. “I’m the lucky one here. I got to date my crush and now we’re celebrating our one year together.” 

“I love you, Hyunjin.” At this point, you don’t even understand why you were crying.

He pulled away and cupped your face. “I love you too, Y/N. Don’t cry, my love, please.” He cooed and kissed your forehead. Down to the tip of your nose. Then your philtrum, and finally, your lips. It was a comforting one. The most wholesome kiss he ever gave you. You’ve always felt amazing in his arms and his kisses, but this one made you feel very safe with his touches, you’d never want to break the kiss. 

As he pulled away from the kiss, he reached for the drawer of his bedside table. It took him a little while before he got what he was looking for. He sat down and pulled you with him, making you two now sitting up on the bed. He held your hand and pulled it up so that it was on eye level for the both of you. On his right hand, there you saw what he was rummaging for in the drawer, it was a ring—a promise ring to be exact.

“Happy anniversary, my darling. I’m sorry that we’ve reached a total year together having our relationship in this situation. I may not be able to tell the whole world how much I love you, but I hope you know that I genuinely do,” now, you’re both a crying mess.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel insecure and small for keeping our relationship a secret, but please know that my heart holds you dearly and that I am really proud of you. My gift for you is this ring, this will hold all my promises for you that soon we’ll get to be a normal couple just like everyone. Soon, I’ll be able to hold your hand in public and we won’t have to be scared of getting caught. Until then, please let me hold onto you for as long as you’d allow me.” You wiped his tears, while yours are pouring heavily all the way to your neck.

“May I put this on you?” He asked. He didn’t really have to ask but you nodded. Smiling as he slid the ring on your left hand’s ring finger. It fits heavenly, like it was specially made for you.

“Happy anniversary, my lovely Y/N. I love you forever and always.” He kissed you again, the same loving kiss a while ago, and then proceeded to pull you into his arms, snuggling his head on the crook of your neck.

“I love you, Hyunjin. Always in all ways.” You said as you allowed yourself to melt into his arms.

Who would have thought that, what was a reluctant decision at first, will bring you to this—to him.

This might not be the perfect love story you expected, but you’re grateful you get to spend and write every chapter of it with him, and you don’t plan on asking for more than to be with him for the rest of it.

[anto-pops]

The Serpent's Paramour CH 4 - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: With Sebastian off in London doing Merlin knows what, you find yourself having to deal with more of his cronies and your pent up abilities. It isn't long before you come to realize that not even the wards on the house can stop the inevitable.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit language, nightmares, graphic descriptions of pain

Chapter 4 can also be read here on Ao3

Not long after Sebastian and Devlin left for London, you’d shuffled back up to your room to dwell on everything you and your former friend had discussed. It didn’t take a Leglimen to figure out that despite Sebastian’s claims that he was only being nice because he needed you alive, his actions were speaking far louder than his words. There were a plethora of ways he could go about getting you to do his bidding; he could bribe you with your wand, for starters. Or he could use the Imperius curse and simply make you a mindless puppet, content to obey his commands without any of the push-back or hurled insults. 

But he wasn’t doing any of those things. Even though he claimed that he had hated you for a time, he obviously didn’t now, and he seemed to be trying to win your trust in a way that went completely against what you’d expected of him. Moreover there was something in his eyes that made you draw pause– something eerily similar to affection.

Part of you– wistful and naive as ever– was giddy at the idea of him feeling any semblance of care for you after all this time. The past five years hadn’t afforded you many opportunities to be taken care of, and though there had been a few random flings with strangers throughout your travels, they had always been fleeting and loveless. Quick bouts of physical yearning brought on by too much firewhiskey and ale. Nothing of substance. Your old feelings for Sebastian were as close as you’d ever gotten to the kind of love written about in fairytales. 

That line of thinking got instantly crushed under the overwhelmingly rational part of your brain. You were currently his captive, being forced to aid him in the retrieval of yet another dark relic, all for his sister’s sake. He had taken your magic, insisted that you blindly trust him and his obscure plan, and in doing so he had unknowingly put you in a dangerous position. Without an outlet to use your magic, you were bound to be consumed by the dark power that coursed through your veins. Everyday you spent here would only bring you closer to an inevitable catastrophe.

You didn’t even want to consider who else would be affected if the repository magic set itself off here, surrounded by other people. 

Not that you would care all that much if you took out a bunch of dark wizards with you. The fact that Sebastian was actively working with the very people that had hunted you all over the Hogwarts region your fifth-year was disconcerting enough. The stench of dark magic on him might have been absent today, but you would never forget how potent it had been when you’d first set eyes on him. He was still using unforgivable curses even now– hell, he had probably been using them the day you arrived for the smell to be so strong. Just because he was being kind to you didn’t change the fact that these people were your enemies, and by extension, so was Sebastian. 

You couldn’t allow yourself to be distracted by his suave one-liners or the playful glimmer in his eyes any longer. 

You spent the next hour restlessly tossing and turning in your bed, toeing the curtains of the canopy with your foot as you thought about where your wand might be stashed away. Knowing Sebastian, it was more than likely on his person, seeing as that was the only surefire way to prevent you from getting your hands on it. He knew from firsthand experience just how nosey you could be, so you sorely doubted you’d get lucky enough to find it hidden in a drawer in his own room– wherever that may be. Where did he hole up at night? He had to sleep somewhere, though seeing as you’d only ever interacted with him during the day, it wouldn’t surprise you to discover that he had become a nocturnal creature in the past five years. 

It wouldn’t be the strangest thing about him.

Your silent contemplation was cut short by the unmistakable sound of the bedroom door smacking against the wall as it was aggressively thrown open, and you shot upright with your heart thrumming wildly against your sternum. There had been so many thoughts racing through your brain when you’d returned upstairs earlier that you’d completely forgotten to barricade the door. It did little to deter anyone from entering, as you’d already discovered, but at the very least it helped prevent you from being scared shitless like you were right now. The door creaked on its hinges as its momentum caused it to drift back into place, but a high heeled foot then knocked it aside once again, leaving you face to face with an unfamiliar woman. 

You could tell that she was tall even without her boots on, the top of her ashy blonde head just a few inches short of reaching the top of the doorframe. Clad in black from head to toe, the form fitting clothing she wore accentuated all of her assets in a flattering way, leaving you feeling rather mousy in comparison. Her icy blue eyes narrowed once she zeroed in on you rigid atop the mattress, and her ruby red lips pulled back from her teeth in a fierce sneer. Her fair, unmarred skin looked like pure porcelain against the light that streamed through the windows, and you nervously scooted to the side of the bed in case the murderous glint in her eyes was genuine. 

She took a purposeful step into the room, your attention shifting to the small box full of clothing wedged under her arm and balanced against the curve of her hip. As striking as the woman was, the malice that emanated from her was enough to make you want to avert your eyes– but this strange female wasn’t Sebastian, and something told you that letting your guard down around her was the furthest thing from a good idea. Her cold gaze raked down your half-dressed body, rouge lips curling even more when she seemed to take note of the coat Sebastian had given you still draped over your shoulders. 

“So you’re what all the fuss is about,” she said, turning her nose up at you as she stalked closer to where you sat. “Don’t know why I have to hand over my clothes when your bag of rags would have more than sufficed, but whatever.” 

You weren’t sure what to say to that, so you kept your mouth shut. Sebastian’s earlier comment about having someone named Nora bring you clothing came back to you then, and you realized he must have somehow given her the order all the way from London. He hadn’t seen anyone other than Devlin in the minutes leading up to his departure. 

Nora’s animosity was as obvious as it was perplexing, and you slid off the mattress and backed up a step when she reached the bed before unceremoniously dumping the box of attire on top of the sheets. Immediately you noticed that the majority of the material was varying shades of black and gray. Then rather scornfully, Nora began sorting through the pile, tossing shirts to one side of the bed and pants to the other. Mercifully, there were no undergarments to be found. You couldn’t fathom being made to wear someone else's unmentionables. 

When the blonde finally deigned to look at you, she was focused wholly on the woolen coat you gripped tightly around yourself. “He may as well burn that now. I doubt the stench will come out after washing it at this point.” 

Her comment gave you whiplash, and your voice returned to you as you indignantly asked, “What’s your problem?” 

“You are,” she practically spat. 

“You don’t even know me,” you helpfully supplied, and Nora scoffed, the sound ripe with contempt. 

“And thank Merlin for that. I have no desire to get to know the woman responsible for sending Sebastian to prison. Regardless of what he might think, you are without a shadow of a doubt the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.” 

What in the sweet hells had Sebastian told this woman? Her negative feelings towards you seemed to be rooted in something a lot more personal than anything having to do with her boss. “I don’t see how my history with him has anything to do with you.”

Nora snatched up the now empty box at the foot of the bed, her grip on the handle white knuckled as she turned to face you fully. “It has everything to do with me. It was us that gave him purpose again– my people who pulled him from that cesspool of a cell you put him in and gave him his life back. But then after everything we went and accomplished together, he suddenly spends five months diverting resources to track you down, even though you want nothing to do with him. You’re not even interested in helping him and yet he bends over backwards to make sure you’re comfortable. If you ask me, he should have locked your ass in the basement and thrown away the key.” 

Your magic flickered to life beneath your skin, thrumming in your blood almost painfully as the wards of the house suppressed your abilities with the strength of a damn Graphorn. The anger you felt wasn’t just that; it was a unique blend of guilt and self-doubt. Everything she was saying to you were things you had already thought a hundred times over, but something about hearing it from someone else’s mouth caused your composure to slip. How much of your shared past with Sebastian did she know of? Who was she to him? 

The hands that had been holding onto the lapels of your loaned coat fell to your sides, curling into trembling fists. “I couldn’t care less what you think of me. It sounds like Sebastian doesn’t either, seeing as he hasn’t taken your opinion into consideration. Deal with it.” 

Suddenly Nora crossed the space between the two of you to glower mere inches from your face, but you thankfully held your ground. She was nearly a whole head taller than you. “Mark my words; as soon as he gets what he wants from you, he will toss you aside like you’re nothing. He’s worked too hard and sacrificed too much to forget why we’re here.” 

The relic immediately came into your mind, but you knew it was truly just a means to an end. “To cure Anne?” 

“Among other things,” Nora grinned wickedly, all teeth on display as her sharp eyes bored into yours. “I don’t care about our stupid deal– should he grow complacent in his role, I’ll end your miserable existence myself. You’ll get what’s coming to you, just you wait.” 

Maybe it was because you were actively being threatened by someone you didn’t know, or maybe the three days of being unable to use your magic had finally taken a toll that even the wards couldn’t stop well enough. Whatever the reason, Isidora’s dark magic from the repository flooded your system, roaring through your veins like a screeching tempest, so violent that your limbs shook from the ferocity of it. The almost sentient power whirled through your chest, your arms, your fingertips, bludgeoning back the invisible restraints that had worked to keep you meek and non-threatening for the past seventy-two hours. It slithered throughout your body– pushing and pressing in its insistence to break free– until finally a small piece of it slipped out and struck like a snake poised to bite. 

The barely there sliver of power was tiny, but it was also more than enough.

As you stood your ground and glared daggers at Nora, her fair skin paled impossibly further when she felt the dark magic seeping from you. The pathetic wards were momentarily forgotten as your magic reared its ugly, corrupted head, conveying to the witch that under no uncertain circumstances would you be an easy target. She could try to kill you, but you wouldn’t go down without a fight. 

Nora yelped, jumping away from you as a deafening boom sounded from beneath your feet. The floorboards groaned and strained before a large crack appeared underfoot and spiderwebbed across the room, stopping just short of where the woman now stood a handful of feet away. You enjoyed the moment while it lasted, relishing in the strain that lifted from your shoulders as you expelled the tiny bit of the pent up magic. Then as quickly as the power had appeared, it vanished, receding back beneath your skin and falling dormant under the renewed intensity of the wards. 

Nora’s eyes were wider than saucers as she stared unblinkingly at you, fear and apprehension alike overshadowing her pretty features. Your resolve hardened as you stood up straighter, a silent challenge reflected in your eyes. The look said everything words couldn’t, but you still opted to say, “Thanks for the clothes.”

The threat in your gaze registered fully, and without another word to you, Nora dropped the box she’d been holding and sped out of the room, not once looking back. 

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Everything was shaking. The ground, the columns that stretched high within the cavernous room, and even the air seemed to quake with the power Ranrok had unleashed. You threw your hands out to steady yourself, watching on in horror as an unnatural creature crafted from pure pain erupted from the repository. It looked like a dragon– moved like a dragon– but the thing barreling towards you was in fact nothing of the sort. The transformed version of Ranrok flapped its gargantuan wings before banking left and dipping down out of sight, and your gaze fell on Professor Fig, already staring at you. 

He had never looked at you like that before. Saddened. Confused. Disappointed. 

He’d never once believed that you would claim the repository’s power for yourself– had always trusted you to make the right decisions time and time again. Even after reminding you of Isidora’s folly and the consequences that had followed her into death, you hadn’t yielded to him. 

“Isidora wasted her ability trying to save people from themselves. I will not let others dictate what I do with this– my– power,” you had said. 

The crestfallen expression on Professor Fig’s face had remained up until now. Your chest hurt at the sight, but before you could apologize to him or justify your reasoning, the beast that was now Ranrok soared overhead, knocking thick slabs of rock free from the ceiling of the cavern. There was no time to react as a massive boulder whistled through the air, heading straight for the Professor. 

He broke eye contact in the seconds before his demise, raising his arm above his head as though to protect himself from the inevitable. The chunk of rock landed with a booming crunch, and your stomach lurched vehemently. 

No…

No, he couldn’t be–

It wasn’t right– there was no way–

You reached out, your foot lifting to move towards the place Professor Fig had just been standing, but that first step was ultimately your last. The second your boot touched down against the rocky overhang, you were weightless– falling backwards as the earth crumbled beneath you and sent you plunging down into the darkness.

Into the belly of the beast. 

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Your eyes snapped open abruptly, the darkness of the night leaching into your room and imbuing you with panic. For those first ten seconds of consciousness, you thought you were still beneath Hogwarts. That is, until the sight of the canopy overhead settled your nerves. 

Not for long, however. 

A vicious, skull splitting headache assaulted you the moment you tried rolling over in bed, stilling your movements and pulling a pained groan from your chapped lips. Your ears were ringing, and though it was dark, your vision was blurry. Beyond the banisters of the four-poster bed, everything was hazy and out of focus. You couldn’t even read the clock on the mantle, and you gave up trying after a sharp, concentrated bolt of pain shot through your head in protest of your efforts. 

Pushing yourself up slowly on shaking limbs, you became acutely aware of your own sweat-slick skin. The shirt you wore was one of the ones Nora had given you, and the soft cotton stuck to your clammy skin, chilling you to the bone and causing you to shiver uncontrollably. Moving imbued you with the overwhelming urge to vomit, bile rising up in your throat as you tried to swing your legs over the edge of the bed to make for the bathroom. 

Uncoordinated as the day you were born, your legs gave out the second you tried standing, and you collapsed to the floor in a trembling, sweaty heap as your bed-mussed hair fell into your face. Despite the struggle that came with trying to see further than two feet in front of you, when you turned your head to the side to glance out the windows, you could make out the distinct sight of your reflection in the glass, the red sparks that crackled across your skin telling you everything you needed to know. 

The repository magic was begging– no, demanding to be let loose. 

It had been too long since you’d used it fully, the power taking on something of a snowball effect as it accumulated more and more until it was straining painfully from within. You had to get out– as far from the wards as physically possible. You didn’t have your wand, so there would be no way to channel your abilities precisely, but at the very least you could let the overload of dark magic expel itself however it saw fit. The alternative was a very painful death that you weren’t too keen on experiencing. 

Forcing yourself up onto your unsteady legs, you stumbled to the bedroom door and shouldered it open, dragging your feet to the staircase before practically sliding down the steps on your bottom. The dull throb in your tailbone was nothing compared to the intense pain that wracked the rest of your body. Using the wall for support, you shuffled into the dining room, noting through your crippling headache that none of the doors were being guarded this late at night. Either Sebastian had taken more people with him to London or the Ashwinders in the house had grown complacent after three days of hardly seeing you. Regardless, you weren’t complaining in the slightest as you dragged yourself to one of the sets of doors you had yet to go through. 

Locked. 

Dammit.

With effort, you turned and made your way to the other side of the dining room, virtually falling against the handle before you tried twisting the knob. That one was locked too, and a half-sob slipped from your lips as panic started to sink in. The jagged, red bolts that pulsated against your skin were coming in faster waves now, silently urging you to move quicker before it was too late. Your only other option in the room was the door to the garden, but you already knew there was no way out that way. Still, it was your best bet. 

You didn’t know if the gods were being merciful or cruel when the garden door opened. It was just your luck to find an unlocked exit that offered no clear cut way off of the property. 

Pointlessly, your hands shoved against the cobblestone wall closest to you, as if that would get you anywhere. Dizziness met you when you craned your neck back to stare up at the top of the stone barrier before you, the wards seemingly sensing the growing magic within you and working even harder to stifle it. You felt like you were suffocating. With as much effort as you could muster, you dug your fingers into the divots of the wall and hoisted yourself up a few inches, then jammed your foot into whatever space you could find below to push yourself up higher. 

Another wave of pain rippled through you and caused you to cry out as your limbs spasmed, and you fell pathetically back against the grass with your knees folded under you as your fingers twitched uselessly. Your palms stung where they had scraped against the rough stone of the wall, but it was a far cry from the torment Isidora’s magic inflicted upon you. 

“I knew it was only a matter of time before you would try clawing your way out of here,” came a vaguely familiar voice, but you didn’t have the strength to turn around and face whoever it was. With a heavy thud, your head tipped forward to rest against the cool cobblestone, and through the insistent waves of agony that gripped you, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Your head lolled weakly to the side, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the red headed Ashwinder you hadn’t set eyes on since your first day in the house. 

What was his name again? Sebastian had said it to you once. James? John? Something with a ‘J’. His gray eyes were narrowed, his maskless face donning an expression of obvious suspicion as he gauged your pitiful state against the ground, and you dimly noted the fading bruise from the candelabra you’d thrown at him still decorated his forehead. Another surge of the repository’s power rolled through you suddenly, and you clenched your molars together hard in a bid to fend off the piteous moan that threatened to spill from your scratchy throat. 

The Ashwinder couldn’t conceal the blatant horror that spread across his face as he watched the dark magic crackle over your skin, and he drew in a sharp breath before taking a tentative step back. “What the fuck is happening?” 

It hurt to force the words out, but you beat back the raw, irritating pain that came with speaking to convey the direness of the situation. “Out. I have to get out.” 

“Out where!? You’re fucking glowing– what– shit, what’s going on?” 

Great, he was panicking. This was exactly what you didn’t need. “Take me outside,” you growled, the words almost breathless as they left you. “No wards– or else I’m pretty sure I’ll level the house to the ground and you with it.” 

“I– what? If this is your idea of threatening me, you’re–”

“It’s not a threat!” you barked, your fear clearer than glass in that moment. “It’s a promise, I can’t–” another wave coursed through you, and you whimpered before curling in on yourself even more. “I can’t control it,” you whispered.

To his credit, the man seemed to genuinely consider your request instead of outright refusing– though it probably had more to do with the unmistakable aura of dark magic that emanated from you. 

“If you escape outside the wards, I’m done for. How do I know you won’t just apparate away the second you’re free?” 

You wanted to tell him that he didn’t know– that he would just have to trust you. But the power pushing against your skin intensified in that instant, and you doubled over against the grass as a loud, grating cry tore from your lips. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Fuck– fuck!” he yelled, raking his hands through his already messy hair as he stared down at you incredulously. “You better not make me regret this.”

The Ashwinder closed the distance between you both and grabbed you by the arm, hoisting you upright despite your mewls of pain before looping your arm around his neck. He supported the majority of your weight as he half-dragged you through the dining room towards one of the previously locked doors before charming it open. As the two of you made your way down the hallway, he shuddered against you from the palpable force of the dark magic that radiated from your near-boneless body, and the next thing you knew, you were outside again– only this time in the front of the house. 

As he stumbled towards the end of the gravel path that led towards a set of iron gates, the wards grew fainter, and more of the repository’s power started to slip free from its shackles. The red head glanced sideways at you, picking up his pace the best he could before muttering under his breath, “Sebastian is going to kill me.” 

Sebastian would be the least of his concerns if he didn’t speed things along. 

Finally, the two of you crossed the threshold of the gates, and the telltale weight of the wards lifted completely from your shoulders. With your last remaining bit of strength, you wrenched your arm free from the Ashwinder and collapsed to the ground, crawling an additional few feet away from him as the magic erupted from you with the force of a steam train. 

You were certain your screams could be heard from miles away as all of the pain held within Isidora’s stored magic ripped from you. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before; it felt like your skin was being peeled away, and like your nails were being pried off. Like your bones were being broken, mended, then broken all over again. The emotional pain that came with all of it was just as bad. The kind of hurt that went hand in hand with mourning, fear, anger, and countless other emotions overwhelmed your fried brain and left you crying in earnest. The Cruciatus curse Sebastian had cast on you all those years ago couldn’t amount to a fraction of what a repository full of hoarded pain was doing to you. 

It felt like an eternity had passed by the time your screams dwindled into muffled sobs and you were left twitching against the dirt. Despite your silent pleading to the gods to let you pass out in the throes of agony, you’d remained awake for every torturous second, and by now you desperately wanted to lose consciousness. The dark nothingness that sleep offered looked like a blessing next to the lingering feeling of the dark magic pulsating through you. 

You heard the Ashwinder say something from somewhere near the gate, then another voice responded in turn– rough, stern, and familiar– before a pair of solid arms were scooping you off of the ground. The weight of your eyelids was too much to fight, and your head lolled listlessly against a firm chest as you lay in a boneless heap against the warm body that carried you. It was all too easy for your mind to finally slip away as the sound of a door closing reached your ears, and then that blissful nothingness you had craved an eternity ago was there to greet you. 

[rainy-astrology]

Mars Signs

My views on Mars in each sign. Mars is how you gain energy, motivation and drive, your aggression and anger expression. May change/add to this later.

Aspects to Mars, house placements, and degrees may affect your Mars expression.

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Aries

Mars is domicile in Aries. Mars Aries people are motivated and focused, they'll always get things done. They seek independence and freedom. They're blunt and honest, even when you didn't ask for it. They can get physical when angry or just be really sour. Their anger will always show though.

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Taurus

Mars is detriment in Taurus. The Taurus Mars people I've seen are quite slow. Kind of have old people energy lol. They don't like to be rushed. Value stability and structure, they'll work hard for this. However, it may take them awhile to actually start working on something. They may be slow to anger as well.

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Gemini

Gemini mars people can be scatterbrained. A very mentally active sign seems to displace its energy in a planet concerned mainly with physical energy. They're always wondering what to do next and may forget to finish a task before starting a new one. Talking also seems like their way of expelling their energy. I also think it's pointless to fight with a Gemini Mars bc they will just talk in circles or just make it a confusing argument in general...I don't think they keep track of their own thoughts and actions well.

One of my siblings has this...She is a mess, even worsened with her Aries stellium. Both Aries and Gemini can be on the go. She likes to start several projects and not finish them.

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Cancer

Mars is in fall in Cancer. From what I've seen, Cancer Mars people tend to repress their anger. They don't want to cause fights but Cancer is an emotional sign, so when under a reactive planet, they can only repress so much before exploding. This can be through tears or pure harsh anger (although some ppl do cry when angry...). Very limited patience.

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Leo

Leo Mars people can be confident and charming people. We want to be successful in both our eyes and others' eyes. Often motivated and driven. A bit image oriented. However, if not self aware/underdeveloped, Leo mars people can be egotistic and prideful. Their insecurity will make them mean and hurtful towards others. Dramatic anger expression.

As a Leo mars, I've been called bossy and arrogant several times before lol... I have a family member with this as well and I will admit, we both kind of have dramatic anger. I think I am more controlled with it now though, especially with the help of journaling. I was definitely a lot more dramatic about it when I was younger.

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Virgo

Virgo Mars like to keep busy. I've never seen a relaxed Virgo Mars. They're perfectionists who want to improve themselves everyday. They may be in constant competition with themselves. Can be critical on themselves and others. Detail oriented. They're a bit controlled with their anger.

The first person I think of ATEEZ's Hongjoong... He's a workaholic and a huge perfectionist for sure (legit recorded a song over a 1,000 times). When he gets mad at the members, he calls them into his room to lecture them. That's a pretty Virgo Mars thing to do imo lol.

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Libra

Mars is also in detriment in Libra. Libra dislikes conflict and so may worry that being angry will disrupt harmony. They may try hard to control their negative feelings, which can result in awkwardness or passive aggression.

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Scorpio

Mars is in domicile in Scorpio. A passionate and ambitious placement. Scorpio is driven to achieve what they want. They like to have control and power - it may make them feel secure. They can be kind of intense when angry. Maybe a resentful, seething type of anger.

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Sagittarius

Sagittarius Mars are opportunity seekers. Like to be on the move, learn, and experience new things. Their anger seems short lived. They do get annoyed easily and will argue, but overall it is not that harsh imo especially since Sags want to be positive. They may just end up being mad for a little bit before giving up and joking about it/acting like nothing happened. They brush a lot of things off to focus on things they want to do.

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Capricorn

Mars is exalted in Capricorn. These people are very hardworking, always busy with something. They like to be productive, will rarely catch them relaxing. They want to excell at whatever they do (could be a particular passion or multiple things). They want to be their best selves. They're blunt and straightforward, they may not realize their words can be offensive. I've noticed immature Cap mars energy can be overwhelming and insulting towards others. Arrogant.

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Aquarius

Aquarius Mars people are independent and usually calm people. They seem to only get angry if someone is being very rude to them or people they care about. Because other than that, they may not want to waste their time fighting with someone. Some may dislike/fear confrontations. They may gain energy being around others or by working on a new creative project/idea.

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Pisces

The Pisces Mars I've observed are quite calm, only get mad if you really push them that far. But even when they're angry, their anger passes easily. They would rather not indulge in it. They may also be slow moving people in general. I don't think they like to use a lot of physical energy lol.

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If you like kpop and typology, I do typology profiles for idols and notes on my main blog @rainymbti

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Astro notes list

[yuseirra]

English is not my native language, so my phrasing might seem a bit odd, but it would be such a shame if this amazing work and its words went unnoticed. I've shared similar sentiments on forums in China, and it truly delights me that different languages can resonate with each other. I've also shared your other insights with my friends, which have greatly enriched our analysis of the plot.

I firmly believe that behind 'oshino ko' lies a tender story, so I always approach the characters' motivations with kindness. For instance, Hikaru's ruthless actions, though extreme, I suspect stem from his devotion to AI, possibly tied to mysterious deities or even a ritual sacrifice to revive AI. I wholeheartedly agree that upon realizing AI's deep affection for him, Hikaru would cross his final boundaries for her and their child, perhaps marking the moment when Aqua and Ruby fulfill AI's wish to save him. This anticipation fuels my eagerness for the next comic update.

I also admire your perspective on AI—a timid, clumsy, yet resilient girl. Despite her tragic past, she perseveres for those she cares about, albeit with methods that may seem skewed. Hearing AI's mention of wanting to bear a child on the DVD deeply touched me, as it's a profound extension of her feelings for Hikaru. It's unfortunate that the original work doesn't delve into their interactions, but your work beautifully captures my imagination of this couple, portraying their intricate, everyday affection with remarkable finesse.

Furthermore, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the twins being stillbirths. It's intriguing that Serena passed away four years before AI gave birth, and AI's death occurred four years later, leaving room for speculation about deeper connections.

Once again, I apologize for my jumbled language, but I truly wanted to express how your work has ignited passion in a reader across the ocean."

This ask is AMAZING, anon! What do you mean your language is all jumbled? You're even better at English than I am!! I love love love how it's written, I feel like I write too casually sometimes and it's very refreshing to see a message written in such delicate and carefully coined phrases, I feel it's written really well. It sounds considerate and calming! Ah, this ask was the first thing I read this morning, and I'm really happy about it, thank you for your kind words and thoughtful insight. I've been getting a few really positive comments about my hikaai works lately and it feels like gifts. I feel it's a good thing that I've decided to create and put it out there thanks to you all, it fuels my love and passion and keeps me going, I'd like to tell you and everyone I appreciate it coming so much! I feel so lucky, it warms my heart... :)

Wow! I never realized my work had been reaching people in China as well, that is so exciting to hear! It's quite hard to imagine who'd be seeing my stuff and how far it could reach... you're very welcome! Good to know it's been reaching you and your friends, and it makes me grin so wide to hear it's even enriched your insights regarding the plot... really? Is that true? That's amazing!

Yes yes yes, totally agree with the second paragraph: could be wishful thinking but still, I'd like this story to be a kind and fulfilling one in the end. There are some very dark themes spread here and there, but I think the story is ultimately about "love" and passion. Moving into the light. I agree with your take, I feel like Hikaru's actions stem from his devotion towards Ai. He.. used to be really soft. The only thing that'd change him to take some extreme measures and become more ruthless(if he's ever been so) would be his desperation towards Ai and her well-being. I believe he really does love her that much. If he's someone she's loved so much, I feel he'll eventually understand her true wishes too. Love is a very powerful thing..!

I'm honestly really nervous before every new chapter drops, I'm scared of being proven wrong if I am... you see, I'm even prepared to take down my works if what I've come up with ends up to be entirely false! But I keep drawing out of spite and determination through it all because there are things I think I can see. You have no idea how worried I am about my theories~~ ;v;.. I feel I'm going in the right direction, it should, it should be this way, right? Ai was so loving and it's not something that just sprouts from nowhere... I'm convinced, but the fact that there are a lot of things that remain unclear's unsettling in the first place. I've got mixed feelings! I want to see things unfold and get it over with, and I also find myself being a bit relieved when there's hiatus. Haha ;v; getting these asks's been helping me because I know I'm not alone with my interpretations!! Let's root for it together! I'm crossing my fingers~

Third paragraph YES! couldn't agree more on that as well! Ai is a great character. She's so human with human flaws and weaknesses and insecurities, but she's also so strong. I'd be so proud of her if she's really existed, I'd give her a big hug and tell her she's tried her best and endured so much for the sake of others. What Ai expresses in the video is so powerful. He's the one she wants to have a child with, that's HUGE... and so tender. She wanted to keep them because she wanted to stay with him forever and that's like one of the biggest love confessions someone could make towards another. She liked him that much, so I feel they would have felt happy together for her to feel that way towards him. Having a family would have meant so much for Ai, she's a very hurt person inside and he was the one person she chose, after all she's been through. There MUST have been things about him she loved dearly enough to convince her "yes, this is the guy I want a future with, I want his kids. I want to stay by his side forever and carry everything as a couple together". Thinking about that makes me feel really tender inside and it makes me want to appreciate this couple. That's.. really wholesome. She doesn't feel that being with him would be bad for her, quite the contrary. So I draw them that way, with them sharing some precious moments together. I think that'd be the truth of how their relationship would have been. I can't create from scratch- I always need something from the original work to work from when I draw out a fancomic, and what I've been drawing's mostly been created through rearranging and being more descriptive of what's already there! Most of it's really what exists in the piece, with just a little bit of my imagination to help it slightly develop. I look back at the comic a lot as I draw, but I feel I could get bolder and explore things more, thanks to your positive feedback. Thank you very much!

Fourth paragraph, Yes!!// I really get fixated on the specific parts of the plot and I'm not very good with every detail (it's not that I don't understand, but I focus most of my analyses/energy in the areas I feel really passionate about) but what you mentioned is something that's made me ponder at least once. I have two theories about this: one being realistic and one having fantasy elements- but they may interconnect with each other.

I was surprised when I first read that Ai's children were originally going to be stillbirths without souls..; If her children with Hikaru were born lifeless, that'd have hurt her immensely. It'd have been so sad;; So Tsukuyomi essentially saved Ai as well, along with the two souls who were reincarnated as them, by helping them meet with each other like that.

The realistic explanation on why Ai's children could have been stillborns, I think, would be that she was constantly under a huge amount of stress with a lot welled up inside her. She was going through a lot of pressure, her group members left her feel isolated, she had to meet expectations, and she had to decide to leave a relationship she really wanted to stay in. I think there's a part in the movie arc where they say Ai had a lot of anger within her too. Feelings like that can take a toll on your body, and it could have affected her kids.

Another theory (the one with fantasy elements) I have is that Ai might not have been able to have children with souls to begin with, because she was originally not a human but an inanimate being-a star-a god. She wasn't meant to have children because she must return to the stars and the ocean once her duty's been fulfilled? But another divine being, Tsukuyomi, who's in charge of the fate and souls of people, could have taken pity on Ai's situation as a fellow god and helped her safely have her children and experience the love she wanted before her life ends.

I have written out some speculations on this aspect and a comic based on this idea, Tsukuyomi could have been Ai(and Hikaru)'s colleague or acquaintance. She may have picked out the two souls that could really love and help her, as the god of fate.

Since she's the god who guides fate(and souls too, conveniently)Tsukuyomi could have been able to figure what may happen to Ai and prepared things in advance. That's the only explanation I could come up with for the time being!

If this is the case, Tsukuyomi would be one of Ai and the twin's biggest ally. I feel she's a character who means well, although she does get pushed around by the twins XD she adores them. I say..maybe in a way an aunt would to their nephews(if she really is an acquaintance of their parents in some way which I HOPE SO? it makes sense her to do them favors and such if she is??)

The reply got so long!! I hope you don't mind! and this BETTER not get lost as I publish;; I want to keep this ask too~ Please, feel free to share about my works ;v;)/ I'm more than happy to learn it's been read by fans who are very passionate about onk, and with delicate attention and care. Having you expressing these feelings to me matters!! Please, no apologies. It's perfect the way it is and I love it! It means so much that you care and found things to enjoy about them...it makes it all worth it. I'm glad I'm able to make something that could do that for someone.

I'd love to come up with more things we can enjoy together!! 'v')9 Let's have fun till the end! Hope you have a good weekend and hope to see you around!

[softie00]

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pairings; lee know x reader

warnings; hurt, unrequited love, feelings after years

words; drabble

summary; you think after some time you might get over the person you always fell in love with but you haven't. You struggle till this day knowing minho will never be yours.

It's been 2 years since Minho had gotten into a relationship. Something you never really saw coming, wait. You did. Of course it was going to happen one day. Minho was perfect with a beautiful heart who loves taking care of others and showing affection in his own cute ways. And perhaps, you was one of them people too.

However you took his way of showing love differently from the rest. Not that you ever meant to. But how could you not? When all he did was listen to your worries, have late night deep thoughts and sharing vulnerabilities amongst each another.

You felt special. You felt like you really knew him as a person. As much as Minho is still perfect in your eyes, he has his own flaws too. But you even fell in love with those flaws of his. You would kiss them flaws and tell him everyday of what a kind hearted person he is despite what others say.

He has been nothing but gentle with you. Not realising how slowly he made his way in to your protected heart as he opened it with such care, only to leave you with broken pieces instead.

It's not his fault, no. It's yours.

How stupid of you.

You really thought he could fall in love with you?

Be with you?

You vividly remember these thoughts flooding your mind as he finally told you he liked someone else. Someone who isn't you. Feeling shattered yet keeping a painful smile up for him. You hummed as he spoke.

You still see each other from time to time and for your own sanity not as often. It's hard to start faking smiles as your face muscles ache. How could you smile when the one you always wanted fell for another?

Though it seemed like it worked. Because Minho has not been able to tell at all with your expressions. A relief yet it hurts you too. A part of you wished Minho could read through your eyes and know the truth. But he never has and probably never will.

It upsets you because as someone who's very observant why has he not? You could easily tell when Minho's mood has been affected by the littlest things, he sometimes does that cute pout which brings his lips up and-

Oh. Oh.

Reality hits you once again.

Because he's never fallen in love with you.

He doesn't watch your every action, he doesn't know how to see your emotions through your eyes and how sadness lingers through them for time, he doesn't know how to read your thoughts before you even speak, because he just doesn't love you like that.

The way you do.

Dear diary

Why does everyone says time heals everything yet each day increases my sadness more. They said it'll take time but how much more longer can I take? How do I stop myself from falling in love when he smiles like the brightest star above the skies and lights up my dark universe. It doesn't get better with time, they all lied. It gets tiring to keep a false act up, to smile when you feel like dying, the heavy heart that continues to bleed away in secret. I want to be selfish, I do. Sometimes I want to tell him the truth and set myself free from it. A hidden part of me only to see if he'd react the way I'd want. But will he really?

No.

I need to stop. I feel almost pathetic. First it was weeks, then months and now years. She keeps him happy and he deserves that. To smile. To be loved and cherished.

But, don't I deserve it too?

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