#like i have no following but it'd be just my luck for someone to find this and leave me an inbox telling me what a monster I am

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Puppy Love ( ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა )

Characters: Monoma Neito x Female (Y/N)

How you managed to grow attracted to the loud, arrogant mascot of Class 1B is a mystery to your peers. This is so to even yourself, though you chalked it up to a "curiosity killed the cat" scenario. Over the course of your first three weeks of being in UA’s Class 1B, you decided to be the annoying cat poking at his side. It was hard to not pay attention to him, so why not make it fun?

He was a bit irritated at first. You were pretty sure he had some underlying insecurity because every time you mentioned him being scared of being outshone by Class 1A, he'd get into a hissy fit. You stopped talking about this as much when Kendo Itsuka indirectly hinted it'd be best to, but that didn't stop your other antics. You'd leave sticky notes of hilarious drawings about him on his desk, in his backpack, and in his shoe locker. You'd follow him around like a lost puppy in the building--sometimes to the bathroom door on accident. You'd pester him with questions too. There's been several occasions you asked about his favorite snacks or other items and got just as much the opposite as possible.

A few classmates joked that you were bullying him, but it wouldn't really be bullying if Monoma Neito eventually learned to save a seat for you in the cafeteria or keep the gifts you gave him despite not liking them, right? Would he have hated you if he'd ask to walk you home back before the dorms were built, chiding that someone as weak as you needed someone as strong as him? Did he really want you to stop pestering him if he sought out for you in the girl's section of the dorm watching TV in the living room for two hours? It was unusual you weren’t already a trumpet in his ear by that time, after all.

"What are you doing here?" Tokage Setsuna questioned when she exited her room to see Monoma walking down the hall in her direction. "You know the boys' section is on the other side, right?"

Monoma startled but settled his composure quick. "Yes, I know. I'm just looking for something. I seem to have lost it."

"So you're looking for it here?"

"Well, I haven't found it anywhere else yet. Perhaps someone picked it up and dropped it."

"What are you looking for?"

"Uh—a decorated blue hair pin. It's small but fits well with one of my polos."

"You wear hair pins?"

He scoffed. "Hair pins are an accessory not just for girls. It could be that someone on this side picked it up, thought it was cute, and kept it."

"Sure...." Tokage leaned her back against her door and crossed her arms. A smirk crept onto her face. "You sure you didn't lose anything else? Maybe someone with (your hair color) hair?"

"I'm sure."

"Well then, I'll help you look for this pin."

"Oh! No need!" Monoma replied, waving his hands in front of his chest. "I think I can find it on my own. Even if I don't find it, I can easily buy another one later."

Tokage's smirk grew into a wide grin. "Come on, it's better to search with two pairs of eyes instead of one!"

"Really, thank you, but—!”

"Monoma-kun?"

The two turned to a door further down the hall that just opened. Out came you in your pajamas, hair a bit of an entangled mess. A yawn escaped your lips. "Do we have class today?"

"No, we don't. And what are you doing just now getting out of bed?!" He hurried over to you and brushed some hairs from your face. "It's 3 in the afternoon, for goodness' sake!"

You furrowed your brows. "'m sorry. I slept in."

Tokage watched him chide you for wasting the morning away. It was comical how both of you denied romantic feelings for each other, and yet here you two were acting like a relationship was in progress. Her stomach suddenly growled. She pushed herself off her door. "I'm gonna get some lunch. Good luck. (Y/N)-chan, Monoma said he lost a blue hairpin. Why don't you help him find it? See you guys!"

After bidding Tokage goodbye, you looked up at the blond boy. "You wear hair pins?"

"Well—sometimes! Not recently, just—uh—on occasion. But no matter! I can buy another one some other time!" Monoma bumped your shoulder, urging you forward. "Hurry and get ready for the day. I'm so awfully bored."

You chuckled. "Aww, you missed me?"

"As if!"

You and Monoma's dynamic was fun and rather straightforward at first—an enemies to friends type of dynamic. Most of the class could see through the teasing that you two cared about each other and enjoyed each other's company. Overtime, however, you found yourself growing frustrated with the boy. Weeks of being by his side made your heart grow fond of him, but he didn't state anything of the same effect your companionship had on him. When you teased that he loved you or missed you, he shut it down fast. Although not out of character, it began to hurt you.

After an in-depth confession to Kendo in her room (and a small moment of you crying on her shoulder), she messaged you the next day to go on hangouts with her after school every other day with Hiryu Rin. She mentioned in the text conversation that she believes some time away from Monoma might help. You agreed.

You and Rin were good friends, but you two never hung out or talked outside of classes and when you both happened to be in the same vicinity. The first day all three of you hung out started a little awkward, but it became an entertaining pasttime quick. You three hung out at an arcade, at coffee shops, in the gym training, and even on runs to the grocery store. When you three didn't feel like going outside, you guys would sit on the floor in front of the TV and parallel play.

When the dorms were established, Monoma walked by your side with the rest of class to the dorms. With you on hangouts immediately after school now, he bid you, Kendo, and Rin a simple farewell and continued chatting with the rest of your classmates. A pang hit your heart upon his nonchalant goodbye, but you shoved it down. Once the three of you returned, you'd hangout with him and a few others in the dorm after settling down.

So imagine your surprise when a knock sounded on your door two hours after you returned from another fun hangout with Kendo and Rin. You hadn't been expecting anyone since you planned on resting in that day, so you were especially not expecting Monoma to be standing there when you popped the door open a tad.

He looked at you sternly. "Can we talk?"

"Oh—uh—sure," you replied, caught off guard by his unusual facial expression. You welcomed him inside and gestured for him to sit on your desk's chair, which he did so as you shut the door and sat on your bed. Your fingers fiddled with the blanket beneath you. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Do you like Rin?"

Your shrimp posture was no longer as you shot up. "What?! No! I mean, he's a great friend, but I haven't thought about...like...dating him yet."

"Yet?"

"I mean it like I didn't consider it!"

He pulled out his phone, opened a text message thread, clicked on an image to expand it, and showed it to you. "What's this?"

It was a selfie Kendo took of you, Rin, and her on a grocery store run. The angle was pointed down at the group, with only Kendo's eyes coming into frame while she held the phone up. Not realizing she was taking a selfie until the picture was taken, you and Rin stood side by side picking avocados. You had to admit the side profile of you and Rin's laugh was kind of adorable, but you were pulled from reminiscing that day by Monoma clearing his throat.

You backed away from the phone. "This happened last week. Why are you bringing it up?"

"You and Rin look awfully close." He put his phone away and crossed his arms. Contrary to the indication of his body language, his face softened as well as his tone. "You know, if you like Rin, you can tell me. I just want to know."

"Why?"

"Well, since we both hangout a lot, I wouldn't want to interfere with your time with him. Maybe you two could—I don't know—I could offer him my seat in class from now on so you two can get to talk more."

You shook your head. "It's fine, really! Me and Rin can talk after class."

He got up from your chair and laughed, rolling his eyes. "Then you two can talk during class as well. A desk is just a desk, after all. I'll tell him to switch seats with me after dinner."

Once he started heading for the door, you jumped from your bed and snatched his wrist, trying to pull him back. "Monoma, stop! It's okay, really! I don't mind!"

He wretched his wrist free only for you to grab it again. "And I don't mind playing matchmaker for my dear friends, believe me."

"Stop! Please don't!"

"I like sitting with you! Trust me, it's okay!"

"Yes, but it'd be a good idea to help you with your love ordeal."

Escaping your grasp once more, his hand fell on the door handle and his shoulder touched the door. In a last ditch effort, you threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him back in. "I LIKE YOU! STOP!"

And that he did.

Time skipped a beat before he backed away from the door, turning wide-eyed to look at you. Tears rested on your waterline. After darting his eyes around the room, Monoma hurriedly guided you to your bed again. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry."

"I like you! I've been liking you!" you whined as you clung onto Monoma's shirt despite him trying to lay you down. He gave up and embraced your body in one hand while patting your back with the other. You buried your face in his neck. "I told you I like you!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you liked me so much." He shushed you for a while before adding, "I shouldn't have questioned you this way. I'm so sorry. Please don't cry, (Y/N)-chan."

"I already am..."

"Oh. Right."

Needless to say, Monoma was not the best source of comfort. But he did his best. Once your breathing calmed down, he sat behind you and rested you against his body. You couldn’t bear the thought of him seeing you cry, so you were grateful when he passed you a tissue. After wiping your face and tossing the tissue in the trash can, you leaned your head against his chest. His heart raced; you could feel it.

Monoma’s hands wrapped around both of yours. “I’m so sorry.”

Heat rushed to your face at the sight of your hands. A headache began to form in the back of your head. “It’s okay. I know you want to help me, but I really do like you. I have for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you didn’t look like you liked me back.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Um. You don’t really do anything romantic. Sure, we hang out a lot, but it just feels like hangouts as friends. Well, it did to me until I caught feelings, but you know what I mean. I just—I didn’t know what to do about these feelings.”

You raised your head and finally looked at guilty expression on his face. The question of whether he liked you back caught in your throat, but the twitches in his lips as he struggled to find the words to speak left a sinking feeling in your gut.

At last, he let out a sigh and squeezed you in an embrace. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do. Thank you for—uh—for thinking of me so, but I need to figure out how to go about this. Can you give me some time to respond properly?”

You squeezed him back. “Yes, of course.”

After sitting in your room for a good five minutes doing nothing but holding each other, Monoma exclaimed he needed to help prepare dinner downstairs and excused himself. You cursed yourself in your head for confessing in such a way. But there was no turning back now.

At dinner, you both sat next to each other as normal, but conversation was awkward, to say the least. Neither of you could properly look the other in the eye despite briefly talking about subjects unrelated to the incident. For most of the meal, you both opted to talk to other peers. Things were not so different in class. Despite sitting beside each other, you two spoke little. You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him after the fool you made of yourself, and it felt like Monoma was distancing himself despite the fact that he still sat next to you at lunch and walked beside you on the way to the dorms.

Kendo Itsuka messaged you only three days later, questioning what on earth happened. You told her about the incident, and the next thing you knew, Kendo barged into your room professing apology after apology. She explained that although she did want to give you space from Monoma, another purpose of the hangouts with her, you, and Rin was to make Monoma jealous. She’d gotten the idea from movies but hadn't expected this outcome. You forgave her and thanked her for her efforts. After all, you could see the potential. It was unfortunate Monoma was not like the guys in her movies.

A week passed. The awkward silence was getting unbearable. You really wished you’d demanded a deadline for his consideration.

For once, your bedroom felt suffocating, so while other students opted for the privacy of their rooms, you sat on the couch watching a drama on a very casual day. You were pretty bored until footsteps sounded behind you. You turned your head to see Monoma. You moved your legs off the couch and watched as he sat beside you.

He nodded. “Hey.”

“Uh—hi.”

You both faced the TV. After a week of this, all you two could muster was a simple greeting? You internally cringed. It was enough to suffer through silence with others around. Why would he come down just for this?

You soon found out why as you felt something on your hand—that something turning out to be Monoma’s hand. Your heart pounded faster. “What are you doing?”

He turned to you and sputtered, “I—um—nothing.”

Before he could remove his hand, you snatched it and held it firmly. His admittedly cute, nervous face fueled your nearly dead desire to tease him. “Monoma-kun, there’s no way you could have accidentally done that.”

“Well—I—!” He pursed his lips then shook his head. “I’m not used to this.”

“We’ve never held hands before.”

“I mean romance, stupid!” He scowled, lifting your conjoined hands and shaking it as if it was an obvious clue in a murder mystery. “I tell you I need to think it over. Then, I am holding your hand! What do you think that means?!”

Your eyes widened. “You…like me?”

“Come on! I’m leaving.”

Before he could get up, you lurched forward and took a hold of his arm. “Monoma-kun, no! You have to say it! Tell me if it’s a yes or no. Please?”

After a moment of continuing to look away, he finally turned to face you again with furrowed brows. “I like you. I have also been for a while now.”

“AWW, YOU LOVEEE ME?”

“I’M LEAVING!”

“NO! I’M JUST KIDDING!”

Joy couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. Apparently so didn’t it describe Monoma’s feelings because despite numerous statements of saying he’d leave, he buried himself further into your company until he ended up lying with his head in your lap, still holding your hand.

You still needed to figure out whether you two were going to officially date right after this, but that can wait. Only this time, you were going to make sure he compensated for the overthinking your situation has caused.

[signedeclipse]

Please could i request a oneshot of Haganezuka meeting and falling in love with a hashira reader (Tanjiro’s older sibling) 💙💙

One More Time [Haganezuka X Reader]

Reader is Human Gender Neutral | Fluff + Romance

Recomended Song - Rather Be by Clean Bandit

It wasn't his first sword delivery, but Hotaru had never been assigned to a slayer permanently before, having only made swords for beginners of the corps or for practice, since most upper ranks in the corps chose older, more seasoned nichirin swordsmiths.

Part of him was excited, being able to tend to an individual's abilities and forge something more unique, as opposed to the clear cut ones most starter blades were.

The other part was frustrating, because it wasn't for anyone unique, no one had specifically chosen him, just a random assignment since all the others had enough to care for. Still, he tried to feel grateful that this was a chance at becoming more reputable.

He remembered his first encounter with the Kamado, the excitement at the idea of a red blade, the disappointment that followed.

It all loomed over him now that the Kamado name had long since grown. It was hard not to recognize such a unique family; a demon, one of the fastest-growing slayers, and the sun hashira. While he wasn't one to take back his words so easily, he was reminded by the chief to bite his tongue the next time he tried mouthing off to the family.

But luck had not been on his side.

When news got back to him that Tanjiro had broken his blade for the second time, Hotaru felt a mix of anger and shame.

Anger that once again his craftsmanship had not been enough, and shame at the idea that it'd likely happen again were he not more careful.

The idea flashed across his mind that his failure twice in a row might mean he would lose Tanjiro as a client of sorts, or that he would be forced to resign from being a swordsmith, so he avoided confronting or contacting him in favour of preparing himself to make the best blade imaginable.

There he was, as the sun had barely begun to rise and the sky was a mid-blue hue, casting the village and its surroundings in a cool tone. Though he slept soundly, he woke up before anyone else got the chance so he could get a head start on his exercises, which gave him time to ponder how long he had before Tanjiro came to him instead.

"So, you must be Haganezuka."

The voice almost startled him from his perch atop a cliffside, though he barely showed it besides the clenching of his fists. The voice was entirely unfamiliar, though before he could turn to look at them their presence had moved.

"Is that a yes?" You were to his right, which he turned to finally meet the individual who had managed to find him.

While still taken back by the speed at which you had moved, he was also very surprised to see the same maroon eyes as Kamado, except it was clear that you were no Tanjiro.

"Well, I'm sure you've realised who I am, but you can just refer to me as Kamado."

Hotaru had not expected your presence in the village, had you been sent in place of your brother?

"I don't have a blade ready yet." Haganezuka had bowed his head slightly. He could run and be stubborn all he wanted, but Hashira could be far more harsh in punishment.

"Blade? I'm not- no-" You had let out a string of laughs, facing away from him and covering your mouth to suppress the giggles. He looked so worried! Even if you hadn't seen his face, the atmosphere around him had certainly dropped.

"It's his first time in the village, I couldn't miss it! Well, that and my swordsmith will be retiring, so I'm here to meet some of the newer generations and pick someone I feel is capable. I was never a fan of blind recommendations." While you spoke, Hotaru had straightened out his posture and looked back out at the village, the sun now growing the area with orange rays.

You were very relaxed, and far more talkative than any hashira he had met, so any intimidation he felt melted away, especially considering you weren't here to scold him.

"Anyways, I hope you give my little brother a hard time, sometimes I think he gets it too easy because of his kindness, and he needs to be ready to combat issues that aren't life-threatening..." Judging by your words, you hadn't seen Haganezuka chasing after your sibling with knives, which relieved him.

Still pouting from his faulty blades, he kept silent, deciding he didn't want to say much if more to prove a point for himself.

By the time he glanced to his right again, you were long gone, with nothing but the imprint of where you sat left in the grass.

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The next time he saw you, you were with Kanamori, who held two nichirin blades that had seen better days.

Having been found by Tanjiro and been given the blade he was to repair, Hotaru was on his way to eat and prepare for the gruelling 72 hours worth of work he had ahead of him.

Despite the raging inspiration he felt, you had stopped him dead in his tracks, pulling all the air from him until he felt weak again. Hotaru hadn't realised how much he'd hoped to see you again, and you were still here.

"Ah, have you met my good friend, Haganezuka?" Kanamori motioned to the taller swordsmith, who you noticed now had a wide hat fit with chimes...and his upper torso was revealed, the rest of his clothes wrapped around his waist.

You nodded, smiling and waving to the surprisingly well-built swordsmith, trying to hide your rosy cheeks with a smile.

"I have, but, it's a long story." Shrugging your shoulders, Kanamori hummed pleasantly, before returning to a slow strive towards his workshop, pulling you along considering your arms were linked.

Apparently, Kanamori had experience with dual blades, so you had chosen him for his kind personality and experience since you were a dual wielder.

Before you had entirely left, you turned to look back at Haganezuka, throwing a thumbs up.

"You better make sure this one doesn't break!! I'm trusting you!"

Of course, he would have to make the best blade he could manage, for Tanjiro; if not to prove himself as a worthy swordsmith, then to impress the eldest Kamado.

Author Note -  For some reason this took me so long to write I get procrasinating but WE GOT ER DOWN!!! Thank you for requesting <3

Word Count - 1,058

Art Credit - Kimetsu No Yaiba (2019)

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Can I request

Hobie x fem reader

The reader tries to keep Hobie a secret from her toxic family but Hobie ended up meeting them.

Thank you ❤️

Family Business

Hobie x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, toxic family, angst, Hobit is a flirty bastard..., a bit of insecurity, Hobie tries to help you rebel cause that's what he does..., Mr. Hobart Brown is now a life coach...

A/N: I'm with you on this one, I wouldn't want him to meet some of my family. This became a lot longer than anticipated...

Sometimes it was a little exhausting keeping Hobie from your family. You tried not to be around your family at all, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

"Hey, Hobie?" You walk into the kitchen where Hobie was making lunch. You wring your hands anxiously. "My family is coming over so... Could you not be in the apartment tomorrow? I'm sorry its such late notice..."

"Oh?" He questions, turning to face you. "What's the occasion?" A wide grin pulling at his lip, eyes sparkling. He's never met your family, he finds himself intrigued by them though. Are they really that bad? "Sure. I'll find something to do." Hobie shrugs, it must be important if you're asking him to leave.

"They just decided they wanted to pop in. I just found out and they'll be here tomorrow afternoon." You sigh, a bit relieved that he was so understanding. "I'm really sorry."

"It's no big deal." Hobie reassures you with a smile. "Do they give you trouble or something?" He raises an eyebrow, concerned.

"Ah, well, yes..." You shrug lightly. "Mostly if they saw you, it'd be a whole thing." You make 'blow up' gestures.

"Oh, like a 'No Boys, Ever!' kina thing?" He asks, a bit of sarcasm in his tone. He chuckles a little, glancing down at you.

"No. No." You shake your head and frown slightly. "More of a 'why are you with this gorgeous man, you must be paying him' kinda thing and then it'll blow up, and..."

"Are you saying I'm too good looking for you?" Hobie queries, nudging your shoulder.

"You were a runway model, so yeah."

"Hey, I had to pay my rent somehow. They'll be up in your business about it, huh? I can handle that. No need for me to leave unless it'll make things harder for you."

"Believe me, once they see you and start asking questions, you'll wish you hadn't stayed."

"You can't be serious... They're not that shallow and superficial, are they?"

"Dead serious."

"Do you usually let them pressure you into doing things their way? Because if so, I think this is the perfect time for you to draw a hard line and not bend to their will. It could be good for you."

"I don't follow their rules anymore since I don't live with them, but if they knew that..."

"Would they disown you?"

"No. They'd keep me from seeing the family I actually do want to be around. If they knew about you, well... Are you prepared for them to accuse you of being in it for money? For only being here because I'm paying you?"

The words hit Hobie like a slap to the face, his eyes go wide as he absorbs what you've said. That's their first reaction? Why? What kind of family would ever consider saying something like that?

"So what... They think you're alone...? Single and celibate?"

"Uh... Yeah, yep." You confirm.

He's at a loss for words. This is... absurd. There are no words to describe how Hobie feels right now. How he feels about your parents, the situation you're in.

"You're family is f-" He starts, but quickly corrects himself. "Insane."

"Say it with your chest." Encouraging him to say whatever he wants.

He doesn't want to upset you, but this... this doesn't sit right with him. "Your parents are fucking crazy." He utters, glaring at the ceiling. His anger only seems to grow. "How could someone like you come from that? Who do they think they are controlling you? Dictating who you date, who you sleep with, if you can live your like freely? Have you ever thought about cutting them out of your life?"

"Pure luck?" You jest, trying to cheer him up with a joke to his first question. "I've thought about cutting them off, but that'll cut ties with family I do want to see."

Hobie snorts at your little joke, but he loses the small smile as you continued. "Still. You shouldn't have to do that. I mean, do you let them dictate the rest of your life? The way you look, they way you act, who you love?"

"Considering you're here... Absolutely not, but under no circumstances am I putting you in their line of fire." You answer quickly, shaking your head slightly.

"I can handle it." He replies with a shrug. He says that, but you know the thought of being in front of your family makes him uncomfortable. He was ready to do it for you though. That alone speaks volumes about how far he'd go to help you. "Your family can't keep getting away with controlling your life like this... What are you going to do? Just let them push you around for the rest of your life? Let them manipulate you into doing whatever they want?"

"What will pushing back accomplish? It'll cut me off from family."

"How is doing nothing better? You're just letting them walk all over you and control you like a puppet! Don't you want your life back?"

"It's not that simple."

"Life is never easy. Some people are luck, but others - like us- are born into difficult circumstances. But that doesn't mean we have to let the hardships stop us from living. Maybe it's not simple. Maybe it means making difficult decisions, taking a stand, or fighting for what we want. But we can do that - we have to."

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It'd been a month or so since that night, but you'd blocked your parents on everything. Now you felt more comfortable sharing your personal life, and Hobie. You had fought like hell to get to this point, but you did it. It was one hell of a victory to win and you celebrated.

At first you took your freedom for granted, maybe you still do. No matter what, you knew there was no going back. You were free and planned to stay that way.

You wandered together beneath the hot London sun, through the concessions during a Spider-Man festival, you found it a bit humorous since the man behind the mask was holding your hand. Hobie's mood is contagious, you find yourself smiling as well. How could you not? Everything is so energetic, everyone is so excited and in good spirits, ready to have a good time.

"Do you ever feel weird about all this?" You ask as you weave through the throngs of people. "People throwing festivals and stuff in your honor but having no clue it's you?"

"Honestly?" He answers with a soft laugh. "Sometimes, yeah. I never really get used to it. People are obsessed with Spider-Man, so when they start acting like complete geeks over him, it makes me feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something. I'd never complain about it though." He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back against his chest as you stand in line. "Especially if it means seeing you smile like this..."

"Cheesy bastard..." You huff playfully, wrapping your hands around his forearms.

"Damn right I am." He cackles, pulling you closer. "Admit it! You love my lame puns and bad one-liners. You can't get enough of them!" He dips his head down and kisses you, lingering for a moment. He's not done flattering you though. "See? You're addicted to me..."

You laugh, opening your mouth to start denying everything. "Y/N?" You hear a familiar voice call and you freeze. Hobie pulls his head back, immediately picking up on your discomfort. He pulls you impossibly closer, searching for the source of your anxiety. He finally spots it. A stranger, well to him at least.

"Do you know her?" He whispers, still holding you close.

"That's my mom..." You mumble. You turn away from her, hoping she didn't see you.

"What do you think she wants?" He asks in a rushed whisper. "How do we deal with this?"

"I wish you could turn invisible..." You mutter, trying to think of something.

Before Hobie even has a chance to think of a response, your mom is right in front of you. "Y/N!" She cries, pulling you out of Hobie's grasp and into a big hug. "You're so skinny! You're not eating enough, that explains why we haven't heard from you in weeks!" Her eyes flicker over to Hobie as she lets go. "Who the hell are you?"

"This is Hobie... My... um..." You try, but Hobie doesn't like labels. There's no word to really describe your relationship.

Hobie immediately picks up on your issue, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "We're together. An item..." He answers, a bit hesitant but firm.

"An item? You can't even tell me what your relationship actually is?" Your mom asks, smiling almost smugly. "So... She's paying you?"

"Paying me?" Hobie grits, looking at you before shooting your mother a glare. He's livid, grabbing your waist and pulling you back against him. He can't believe she'd say something so underhanded and insidious.

"Oh please." Your mother rolls her eyes. "Like you'd ever go for someone like my daughter without some sort of payment."

Hobie's anger nearly boils over; he's ready to get in your mother's face and start screaming. Instead, he takes a deep breath and speaks calmly, his voice dripping with sarcasm and spite. "What do you want from us, lady? An apology? An explanation? Because I'm not apologizing for loving your daughter and I don't owe you a damn thing."

"Loving my daughter?" Your mom laughs snidely. "Look at her. You could have anyone and you 'picked' her?"

Hobie's anger gives way to confusion as your mother's cruel words register. How could someone be so heartless? Who says something like that about their own child? As though you were some sort of object - an object that isn't worth any sort of love. "You have no idea what you're talking about so why don't you keep your mouth shut?"

"Excuse me?" Your mom glares daggers at Hobie.

"Did I stutter? Is your hearing okay?" Hobie snaps, his tone venomous. His jaw clenched with anger, he doesn't care what your mother thinks of him. He wants nothing more than to tear her apart, but he holds himself back. Refusing to stoop to her level.

Your mother huffs angrily and stomps away, you finally relax against Hobie's chest. "You didn't have to do that..."

"Yes, I did." He replies, frowning. He can still feel the residual anger and hatred radiating from him. "I'd do it a hundred times over if it meant protecting you. No one - and I mean no one - is going to talk to you that way while I'm alive. No one."

You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his waist in a tight hug, hoping to relieve some of his anger. Hobie immediately accepts, pulling you closer. For a moment all he can do is hold you, breathing in the sweet smell of your hair. His grip tightens around you, his anger fading away. He rests his head against your head, eyes closing as he keep ahold of you.

"Did you mean what you said?" You mumble into his chest, your voice slightly muffled.

He goes still, pondering your question. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" His voice is calm and soft. "It's the truth. I won't let anyone treat you that way." Hobie kisses the top of your head, his voice filled with determination.

"Not that." You laugh, shaking your head. "You said you 'wouldn't apologize for loving me...' Did you mean it?"

"Oh. That." He pauses for a moment. "Um... Yeah. I meant it."

"That's good." You nod thoughtfully. Hobie seems a bit anxious, waiting for you to reciprocate. "I love you too."

After a few seconds, a smile breaks out on his face. He leans down and presses his lips to yours - a gentle show of affection.

[noaltbruh]

hello! BIG congrats on 200 followers!! for the event i was wondering if i could request 💤,🍭, and 🍰 for johnny, gyro and josuke? thanks!

Ohhh alright! This'll be interesting! And thank you! :))

Link to main event.

💤How often do they fantasize about their S/O? Is the latter constantly on their mind?

Honestly, you must be something special if Johnny Joestar let you be a part of his life. You truly matter a lot to him in a world that has treated him like he was scum. So, you can guess this boy inevitably finds himself thinking about you on more than a few occasions.

Sometimes, he gets overwhelmed by negative thoughts, or is just not in a...Very happy headspace, which is when you come in! Just imagining you calls him down a little, and puts a small smile on his face, you're a very reassuring presence to him, you could say.

Johnny is also rather shy, so sometimes, he may find it easier to hide away in his thoughts and fantasize about you, instead of making them a reality. He doesn't want to appear clingy or too needy to always be by your side. he is.

~~~~~~

Gyro doesn't use his head much outside of combat lol. But those few brain cells he's still using are more inclined towards you than anything else. He's a quite proud guy, so he may find these thoughts overly cheesy, but he eventually learns to embrace them.

Imagine that he's just come up with a new joke, he won't be able to think about anything else but telling you about it. Or maybe he saw a teddy bear that "looked familiar" and he immediately bought it for you, so you could match!

I can see him also fantasizing about riding his horse with you, but that is the one idea he'll try to scrap and push away no matter what, no woman can ride Valkyrie...Although the perspective of it doesn't...Sound horrible.

~~~~~

Sweet sweeter sweetest boy, Josuke's thoughts about you are just as diabetes-inducing. He's not one who falls in love easily, but once he does, it's hard for him to think about anything that isn't you.

He won't pay attention in class because he's too busy imagining to be making fun of the teacher with you. He'll lose focus playing videogames since it's not same to play alone anymore. He might even just see a dress in a shop and give it to you for absolutely no reason aside from that fact that he thought it'd make you happy.

Also, stealing this idea from my friend, I have a feeling Josuke would often imagine what it'd be like to marry you. Just imagining you walk down the aisle while he's desperately try to hold back tears.

Yes, he has cried just thinking about it.

🍭 How easy is it to fluster them?

Now, Johnny used to get bitches, but not anymore, and he's kinda forgotten what it feels like to have someone show that type of interest in you. This means that getting him flustered will be a piece of cake.

Even if you're bad at flirting and mess up some words in an attempt at being smooth, he won't even notice and get embarrassed anyway. Compliment and show him that you appreciate his efforts, and it won't be long before his cheeks turn pink.

Also, friendly reminder that anything the stand feels is felt by the user as well. Hug or pat lil' Tusk act 1 with your own power, and Johnny will also get flustered by the indirect manifestation of affection.

~~~~~

Luck is not exactly on your side when it comes to get Gyro flustered. Dude has hooked up with lots and lots of women, and has learned a lot from each one of those experiences, simple flirting is not gonna work.

Take into account that most of your attempts will be nullified by him with ease. He'll tell you how cute he thinks it is that you're trying to embarrass him, before he teases you back, actually succeeding in doing so.

There is one obscure way to get him to turn red, and that is calling him by his actual name. He blushed even just saying it out loud. If you were to do so, and continued to after he told you to, you can be sure that it won't take long for him to try and hide his face with his hat.

~~~~~~

Josuke is quite the easy prey too, I won't lie. Perhaps not as much as Johnny, but it won't take too much to get him flustered. He really likes receiving compliments from you and remembers all of them, blushing a little just at the memory of it.

It is very likely that both of you will get rosy cheeks though, since this boy is ready to compliment or tease back in such a natural way he may not even realize what he'd doing. You both look cute though, and probably end up giggling together realizing what just happened.

It may be obvious, but I think saying something nice about his hair, especially if it's not his usual haircut, would really hit him right in the heart. A pat on his head, and he's already leaning on to your chest, not showing his face, trying to deny his embarrassment.

🍰 How teasing are they? Do they often flirt with their S/O?

Johnny couldn't flirt to save his life lol. Like O said, he just doesn't have a clue anymore about relationships, and despite how much he loves you, teasing you is not the best way he has to show it.

He does know that you'd probably like of he tried to, from time to time, so he might make an effort to think of something smooth to make you sway. When he realized he doesn't know what to do, he'll probably ask Gyro for help lmao.

Tries to play it cool when one of his pickup lines actually work, but he's definitely letting out a huge sigh of relief and hearing Angels' choirs. I can see him getting the hand of it with a lot of practise, but he's trying :D

~~~~~~

Yes! Definitely! Gyro just adores flirting and teasing you, he can't help himself, it just comes incredibly natural to him. Not that he minds though, he enjoys every second of it.

Rest assured that he won't be missing out on a single opportunity to make you blush. He's really good at it, since he's had his fair amount of experience with dating beforehand, and his confidence and smoothness are of great help.

Even if you're getting attacked, he'll still find some way to get you flustered.

Maybe he's just beaten the crap out of gunslinger while covered in blood, looking all menacing. If he catches you staring at him, he'll probably say something like "Mh? What is it? Like what you see?~" Followed by his iconic laughter and a wink.

~~~~~~

Okay, Josuke's situation is a mix of two main factors. He's someone who values romantic love and doesn't go around flirting with anyone he sees. Which means that if he were to tease or compliment you, you genuinely means what he's saying, and because of this, it comes very simple to him.

With that being said, this boy is also naturally good at flirting for some reason, he has a lot of abilities he keeps hidden, and if he's feeling goofy that day, or thinks it's a good time, he won't hesitate to bring out this...Talent of him.

He 100% likes to do so when the two of you are in public, especially since it knows that it's even more effective this way. If you were to tell him to stop, he'd chuckle before actually doing so. He respects his darling's wishes, after all ;)

[girloftheisland]

Scammed on Mercari: How I Fell Victim to Fraud Thanks to Social Engineering

If it's too good to be true, then it probably is.

I had never been scammed before on the web. I thought it was something that happened to boomers with low internet literacy, to those who open suspicious emails with urgent subject lines that impersonate someone they know, asking for help in the form of $100 gift cards. You know, scams like that.

I confess before this incident I hadn't shopped much on Mercari to buy American Girl stuff on the second market. Mercari seemed like a place where everyone tries to squeeze maximum dollars out of a sale. Dolls go for high prices, and rare outfits go for egregious prices.

One day recently I was skimming through listings on Mercari because I had decided that I wanted to find an early Pleasant Company Molly. I found a lot that was labeled as "Molly American Girl Doll by Pleasant Company HUGE LOT" — and you can bet that it was a huge lot. This person was selling a PC Molly, along with most of the things from her collection: furniture, outfits, accessories, and trunk. If that wasn't enough, the person was also selling a grill and picnic set and several modern outfits, including one that I consider the holy grail of Pleasant Company outfits: a complete Earth Day Outfit that speaks to me on a deep level with its hippie style and 90s beatnik vibes.

It may sound silly now, but it was the Earth Day Outfit that sent me over the edge. Here was something that I had been trying to grab at a decent price for ages. The entire lot was listed for over $650 but marked down to around $550. With Mercari's fees and taxes, it would be around $700. That's a lot of money. But there was a lot of bang for the buck here. I thought that maybe someone was clearing out their storage unit and just wanted to get rid of these 90s toys. On top of that, the listing had a notification at the top that read: "Someone has this in their cart."

Sites like Mercari and eBay (well, maybe every consumer site) will use forms of social engineering to entice users to buy. Lower those inhibitors. It happened to me. As soon as I saw that "someone else has this in their cart" message, whether real or generated, my brain froze and my fingers took over. I grabbed the lot in seconds and then triumphantly sat back in my chair when the payment successfully went through, and whoever had the item in their cart (real or generated) was out of luck.

And once that shopper's high was over, reality started to settle in. There were several odd factors about this listing that I should have paid attention to, and usually do when I'm not a goblin chasing after a perfect set. Most collectors will know the tell-tale signs of a fraudulent or questionable listing.

First, and this will be obvious, you probably shouldn't buy from someone who has zero ratings on their seller profile. How can you know that they're reputable? Scammers create new profiles all the time just to sell an item, or a large lot, and then delete the profile once the scam is complete and the money is in their pockets. They can't reuse the same profile every time; otherwise, it'd have a pile of negative reviews, right?

In my case, the listing also had an unanswered question on its page. That's another red flag. Shouldn't the seller communicate with potential buyers? One user had asked if Molly had a white or tan body, and the seller never answered. So if you're not sure if a listing is real or fake, chat up the seller to see what they know about the item. If you get nothing but radio silence, abort the mission.

After completing the purchase, I had immediate doubts, but I couldn't give up the idea that I had just scored an impressive lot and a number of things that I could check off on my collecting list. That's how these scams work: they pull you in and keep you there. The lot was marked "shipped" the next day and dropped off at the USPS the following day, and when viewing the shipment tracker, I had to face yet another red flag. The original listing said the lot was located in Ohio. But the package was dropped off in Tampa, Florida.

Due to Hurricane Helene, it was stuck in Tampa for several days. It was supposed to arrive on a Monday, but that day came and went, and I was getting worried that it got stuck. Understandably, too, since the hurricane devastated the Carolinas and hit Florida hard. I messaged the seller for the first time and asked what they knew about the postal situation down there, and all they replied was: "Hello, it has been delivered."

Ha, delivered!? USPS trackers are decent enough, and this one said it was still in transit and so unequivocally NOT delivered to my doorstep. In retrospect, I imagine that the scammer was probably laughing and enjoying the ride, while I continued to live in a dreamworld where a huge PC Molly lot was heading my way. I didn't reply to the seller, because ironically, the package was delivered that same evening.

I had asked my partner, who was working from home that day, to check our driveway periodically and be on the lookout for a large package. He checked every half hour but found nothing. You see, we live in a rural area. Our mailbox is not at our house but located half a mile down the road in a cluster mailbox where all the houses on our street collect their mail. Small packages are stored in parcel lockers there. Big packages come straight to the house. When my "lot" was delivered, the tracker said it was left at the mailbox. And I can tell you that there could be no way that such a large lot would fit in a tiny parcel locker. It was another red flag.

I got in my car and drove down the road, inserted my key into our mailbox, and found a small bubble envelope addressed to me. I ripped it open right there and stared dumbfounded at not a PC Molly lot, but a $1 Morgan silver dollar coin. I was angry and felt my blood pressure rise, and you'd think that I would wake up there and then, but I was still clinging to the hope that I would get that Molly lot. I just assumed that the seller had sent me the wrong thing. It's okay to laugh.

I drove back home and messaged the seller. I demanded that they send me the correct items or issue a refund ASAP. I showed the coin to my partner, who immediately understood that I had been the victim of a scam. He talked some sense into me, and I slowly realized that he was right. I had fallen hard for the scam and wanted to cling to it even with all the evidence before me.

Plus, I had just lost $700 dollars.

My partner was calm about the situation, but I was pissed. We decided that we would follow protocol and try to get the money back. We read postings on reddit threads about other people who had fallen for Mercari scams and how they resolved them. I followed Mercari's rules and opened a ticket. I asked to return the item and chose one of their predetermined reasons, that the item I received didn't match the listing. It sure as hell didn't.

Mercari approved the request and sent me a label to ship back this stupid $1 coin. However, on the return label I saw the final red flag. If you remember, the lot was supposed to ship from Ohio but was actually dropped off at a USPS in Tampa, Florida. The return address on the new label was listed for Hawaii. I googled the address and quickly realized that it wasn't valid. The street address was for a block of condos, but the condo or apartment number on the address didn't exist. How was I supposed to return this item, have it delivered, and then receive the refund?

This is how scammers get away with it. According to Mercari's policy, you have three days after receiving an item to try to return it. Otherwise, the sale will be marked as final, and the money goes to the seller. The sale will also be marked as final if you rate the seller. I became worried that the package would get stuck in USPS limbo because it didn't have a valid address, and then the scammer would reap the reward.

I wouldn't go down easily, though. I was going to kick and scream until the situation was rectified. I would make no future contact with the seller. I refused to mail off the item and renewed my ticket with Mercari. I presented all the evidence. Listed off the hallmarks of the scam. Waited for them to do something.

Luckily, the next day I received a refund notification and a note on the ticket from a real person at Mercari that said the sale was cancelled due to the safety of the transaction and other jargon, which all meant that they realized it was a fraudulent post and would delete the listing and the scammer's account.

It was a relief. It was a hard lesson to learn.

The moral of this story is that scammers are attracting unassuming buyers from all sorts of collecting worlds. Even American Girl/Pleasant Company. Try to be safe and savvy when browsing the web. Don't be like me and jump on something that's too good to be true. Because it probably is.

But to end on a positive note, the $1 silver dollar Morgan coin that was shipped in place of the PC Molly lot could be worth $300+ due to its rarity. So that's something.

[greatbigbellies]

Do you have any tips for starting a kink blog?

Yeah! I have a few I can share! One size does not fit all but I've certainly learned some things that inform my approach.

Remember above all that it's supposed to be enjoyable. If you start a kink blog and it feels like a time sink or a chore, then it might not be for you, or you could be spending more time on it than you really should. This also means that the time and energy you have to dedicate to a kink blog is going to fluctuate. You might pop off one week and not log into it at all another, and that's okay. You should run it at the pace you enjoy. This also means when you feel a dip in sex drive and the kink stuff isn't hitting like it usually does, take a break so you don't burn yourself out.

Queue is your friend. As are tags. Honestly 1 post a day works wonders, cause you can load up around 15 posts at once and be covered for a couple of weeks. Having a solid and consistent tag system for yourself is also great. You don't need to overload it with specificity, but have some for different kinds of media (writing, video, gifs, audio...) is helpful, and being able to tag different facets of your kink is great for when you OR your followers need to scratch a specific itch. Like for me and my preg kink blog, whether the belly is bare or not, if there are lots of stretchmarks, if it's fpreg, mpreg, or nbpreg... all good things to keep sorted. Also try to keep the meaning of your tags really obvious (that sounds like a no-brainer, but I used to use a tag meant for when clothes were too small for a bump, but it just came off as me complaining that the belly was too small, which actually resulted in me need to talk to an artist to get a block lifted, oops!)

Related to the above, if you produce original content, be it art, writings, audio, whatever, have a tag for that too. Makes sifting through your original stuff and reblogs much easier, and lets people find your stuff even just searching tumblr wide.

LABEL. EVERYTHING. AS. MATURE. If you're running a kink blog, minors should not have any way to see it, and the easiest way to do that is to slap a "sexual themes" label on it. Covers your ass and keeps people who should not be able to look from looking. Even if the kink is pretty innocuous, it's best to play it safe.

Pinned posts are especially useful for kink blogs for setting boundaries, and telling newcomers what they'll see right off the bat. It doesn't need to be enormous, but just a little intro and a list of expected kinks someone will find on your blog helps keep people informed so they know whether or not to follow.

Don't be shy about blocking people. If someone posts stuff that makes you uncomfortable or is being shitty, just block em and move on. On the flipside, respect other people's boundaries, and remember that if you find yourself blocked by someone, remember it might not even be personal and just be a blog content thing.

If you do make kink content involving yourself, like pics or videos, protect your identity. Just play it safe, don't show your face and obscure identifying tattoos. Odds are low it'd come back to be a problem, but they're not 0, so just play it safe for yourself. Both for potential work/career hang ups and to minimize stalking or doxxing.

I'll reblog with more later if I think of it. I know half of this applies to blogs in general, not JUST kink blogs, but other than there being inherently sexual content, they're not that different. Please send any follow up asks if you have further questions, and if you decide to start one, good luck and have fun with it!

[wilt1ng]

BG3 ASTARION ONE-SHOT:

His Capture

Warnings: Mature Content, dubcon cw, Predator v prey, stalking, horny. 😇

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You had tested your luck one too many times traveling by yourself near nightfall.

Someone was lurking beneath the shadows, following you no matter the distance you created. You tried your best to venture forward in a calm manner so as not to alert whatever was following you that you had caught on, but your heart rate betrayed that facade.

In a swift motion, you hid yourself behind a tree. Knowing it'd only be momentarily until your stalker had caught up, you grabbed a dagger you hid within the boot. Your heart was nearly pounding from your chest, not sure who had the upper hand here. Silence with the occasion stir of nature was all you heard for long agonizing minutes before deciding you may need to investigate.

You knelt low to the floor and peeked your head from your position, finding nothing to see except the plains. Releasing a breath of relief, you felt as if you were perhaps being paranoid. A susceptible conclusion if it weren't for the cold hands that wrapped around your neck.

Before you could scream, you felt their hand harshly muzzle your mouth. They attacked from behind, so you couldn't yet catch a glimpse of your attacker. They took advantage of your weakened position and pushed you into the grass beneath you. Now that they had you on your stomach, face in the dirt, you were where vulnerable for the taking.

"My, my, a human traveling alone at night? I just had to accept the invitation." He taunted

You felt his breath against the back of your neck as his nose dipped in and from the crevice of your neck, taunting your naivety to his intentions.

"Thought you could best me, little bird?"

"Please, I have gold-"

The man brought a dagger to your throat, and it was much sharper than your own.

"I don't give a damn about your money. What I desire is far more valuable... and you can give it to me."

"Gods, don't kill me." You begged.

"Your gods aren't here, darling, only I."

He pulled the dagger from your throat and held it to your back instead.

"Turn around and look at me."

You hesitated. A moment too long apparently.

"I won't ask again, dear."

Astarion poked his dagger further into your back, barely penetrating skin.

You winced and turned around as you were told. Finally, your eyes met with those of a predator. Just by his crimson red eyes and pale complexion, you could see what he truly was.

"Like what you see?" He asked, poking fun in your stunned appearance.

Instinctually, you brought your hand to your neck, now realizing what he had in store for you.

"No... no, please."

"No, as in you 'don't' like what you see or?" Astarion asked, half genuine.

"I won't allow you my blood, demon." You retorted.

"Oh really?" Astarion lifted the tip of his blade to your throat.

"And what exactly are you going to do to stop me?"

You were lost in silence, knowing all you had for ammo was empty threats and wishes. You knew he was in complete control of this situation, and at any moment, he could take what he desires.

"I..." You wanted to say something, anything to delay the inevitable.

"I, I what?" He smiled, cocking his head at you.

"I 'need' you? Or... I will obey?" Astarion mocked.

"Well, I sure hope you will, my dear."

He traced the tip of his dagger up and down your neck with enough force to scrape your skin. You shared no reaction, maybe from bravery or maybe from fear. Either way, you wouldn't react.

"You're quite... something you know."

Astarion brought the blade to the collar of your shirt.

"It would be a waste to bleed you dry in one sitting. So why don't you make this easy for both of us?"

You looked up at him, only now realizing the prominence of your height difference.

"You'll spare me... if I comply?" You asked, mostly for assurance.

Astarion smiled.

"Darling, I'll do more than spare you. I'll leave you with a night you won't soon forget I can promise you that."

There was a tone shift in his voice, something much more lustful. With his free hand, Astarion tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, grazing your cheek in the process. His touch was cold but electrifying. You almost craved more.

"Will it hurt?" You asked, that sense of worry in your voice.

"Now darling, let's not ask stupid questions."

Astarion brought his hand to your neck and caressed your vein gently with his thumb.

"It will hurt, at first."

His gaze never left you.

"But... you'll feel more exilerating things than pain. I can promise you that."

You were silent a moment, but not as long as before. You learned your lesson keeping him waiting.

"You're talking as if I chose this. I have no choice than to do as you say." You boldy retorted.

"You could always die?" Astarion replied nonchalantly.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

"Fuck." You sighed to yourself, avoiding his gaze a mere moment.

Astarion cupped your face in his hand, making you look at him.

"You can scream if it becomes too much.~" Astarion smiled, leaning closer to your face. You wanted to back away, but he held you tight in place.

Before you could register it, Astarion intertwined his fingers within your hair and pulled you even closer, planting his cold lips onto your own. The shock of feeling his fangs brush your lip felt like a gamble in itself. This wasn't part of his deal, and the both of you knew it. Astarion was just being greedy.

You attempted to shove him away, of course, but what good did that do? Instead, Astarion forced your footing backward until you found yourself sandwiched between him and a stone wall. The force from which you were slammed made you gasp, allowing his tongue further entry.

With enough strength that you can muster, you began to slam your fists against his chest, but to no avail. Astarion grabbed your wrists easily with just one hand as he furthered his advances. After many efforts to shove him off, he finally sunk his fang into your bottom lip. The shock made you wince in pain, moaning against his mouth in agony.

"Hush now, little bird.~" Astarion spoke softly as he continued to lick and nibble on your lip, savoring every moment.

"I know it hurts, but you're doing so good." He praised, hugging your body closer.

Eventually, Astarion's lips traveled their way to the most sensitive spots on your neck. He knew every which way to make you gasp and shudder under his touch. Truth was his thirst was already satisfied, but a new hunger grew.

"O-okay." You uttered softly, putting your hands inbetween him and your chest.

"That's enough."

But Astarion didn't want to stop. He continued licking and sucking onto your neck until your vision began darkening.

"S-stop." You weakly demanded, barely able to speak above a whisper.

Astarion continued hushing you as he planted kisses onto your neck and jawline, placing bites here and there.

"You're my favorite thus far." Astarion moaned into your neck. He pulled away and leaned into your ear, merely brushing it with his lips.

"I think I'll keep you."

[ts-witchy-archive]

Hello! I've seen a bit of wiccan (?) things for a while, if I were to start I wouldn't even know how to start though. (my autistic ass does not leave the house and my mom would probably think it's weird to make strange concoctions of things) I also don't really know how deities work and how do you find out which one your communicating with? Tbh I've always felt like someone is around but whatever god it is seriously fucking hates me /hj Been better since I started medication but like the luck I have is 50/50 good bad and that is probably not normal. If you answer this it'd be very helpful.

Hi! Thanks for the ask!

I just want to start by defining a few terms for you :)

Wicca/Wiccan: A pagan religion that focuses on nature, magic and witchcraft. It was founded in the mid 20th century and Wiccans primarily worship 2 Gods which are personifications of nature.

Witch: Just a person who practices witchcraft. It's a non-gendered term and a non-religious term/practice. Not all witches are Wiccan but all Wiccans are witches. Witches can be absolutely anyone

Personally, I'm not Wiccan so I can't really tell you much about that but if there is one thing I know, it's witchcraft! There are many different places to start but I'm going to condense it down as much as humanly possible. It'll probably feel like a bit of information overload so just try to take it slow and relax. Enjoy the learning.

My favourite book for beginner witchcraft is 'Witchery: Embrace the Witch Within' by Juliet Diaz. She is a fantastic author and wonderful human. Everything about the basics of witchcraft you could need is in that book (imo). You should be able to find a pdf online if you can't get a physical copy.

As for youtube channels with solid content:

Harmony Nice: She covers everything Wicca. She has a playlist with all her Wiccan/witchy content witch is linked here

The Witch of Wonderlust: Olivia has been a favourite witchy youtuber of mine for a while. I wouldn't recommend jumping into her videos without any prior knowledge but once you have a grasp on the bare bones it should be okay. Here is a playlist she made with everything you could possibly need when beginning witchcraft. SOrt through the videos and see what peeks your interest.

The Hearth Witch: Another wonderful account if I remember correctly. Her videos used to be on the longer end (30-60mins) so if you have a short attention span then maybe not but she has a wealth of information.

I also recommend joining a few discord servers, following a few pages on tumblr just to get acquainted with the community and terminology.

Okay, on to the deity work situation. Deity work is generally considered more intermediate in the witchcraft community. key words being 'Deity WORK'. Worship is completely fair game. Setting up an altar, praying, leaving offerings, doing activities in devotion to the deity is absolutely something you can do relatively quickly.

As for IDing a deity, most people do it through 'divination' which is things like tarot, a pendulum, dice, bone throwing, and other ways. Most people also ask for signs that a specific deity is 'reaching out' to them or wants them to pay attention. You can also politely ask someone who is volunteering their time on tumblr or a discord server to find out for you via divination. If they don't say their doing free readings, obviously, don't ask.

Finally. luck is luck. It makes no sense for a literal God to hate a human. We all have periods of shitty luck and awesome luck! I wouldn't blame that on anything. Sometimes bad things just happen unfortunately. But sometimes amazing things also happen, even if it's just as small is finding 5 cents on the footpath.

That was so long. Congrats if you made it to the end because I nearly didn't when writing this. I hope this helped a bit. Feel free to reach out if you need a hand with anything. Thanks :)

[modelbus]

May I request a Anthony lockwood x reader??

You’re giving me a lot of creative freedom here… For all my dsmp/mcyt followers, don't worry, I'm just trying something new here. Your typical stuff will resume shortly :)

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Gn!Reader

Locked Loving

"Next time, George, don't forget to mention the ghost was murdered. I'd prefer to know that before we go and fight it." Lockwood says, not even lifting his eyes from his book at the table when George enters.

Your eyes flicker between the two, shaking your head to yourself. The last case you had gone on didn't go so well, leading to this kitchen table remark from Lockwood.

As said, the company decided to go and try to remove a visitor from someone's house, but things took a turn for the worse upon the realization that the ghost was actually quite violent. To be fair to Lockwood, George definitely should've mentioned the ghost was a murder victim, but in George's defense, it wouldn't have helped much anyways.

Truly, Lockwood is just upset he lost his favorite rapier to the ghost. Thrown out the window, literally. And despite the hour he spent looking for it in the woods, no luck. You even joined in for a bit! Lucy was lucky to avoid his sour mood, busy visiting an old friend or something like that.

"Oh, yeah, I'll try to fit that in between all the other information I tell you on the ghost! Maybe after you tell me I talk too much and that I need to not worry about researching so much? Or should I say that before?" George exclaims, looking a bit outraged.

"Before." Lockwood answers.

George huffs, spins around, and storms out of the kitchen despite having just entered.

"Congratulations, you scared him away from the kitchen." You deadpan, shaking your head.

"You know that wasn't my intention."

"Oh, everyone knows that, but you still did it."

"He just needs to start telling us this stuff before all the other unimportant stuff." Lockwood continues, now frowning down at the book he clearly isn't reading anymore.

"If you're really this upset, I'll go rapier shopping with you tomorrow." You sigh, doodling a small stick figure onto the thinking cloth.

"What? I was talking about George, not rapiers."

"I know that, Lockwood. But you're upset because you lost your rapier, right? So I'll go rapier shopping with you if you'd like."

"I can go rapier shopping on my own, you know."

Again, you find yourself sighing. Lockwood, huh?

Sometimes you wonder how you even ended up here. Fighting ghosts with Lockwood & Co. Or, more specifically, Lockwood. It was hard not to fall for the guy. Between his constant fancy dressing to his complete dedication to the work, along with the added side of him just being... him? Yeah, it was flat out impossible.

Never in a million years did you think you'd be offering to go rapier shopping of all things with him. Yet here you are, practically throwing away your dignity just for him to refuse you.

"Yes, Lockwood, I know. It was just an offer."

You stand up, letting your eyes linger on him for only a second longer before turning away.

"Tomorrow then?" He calls out right before you can cross the threshold out of the kitchen.

"Huh?"

"Rapier shopping. Tomorrow."

Lockwood raises his eyes from his books, raising his eyebrows at you slightly as he waits for your response.

Sometimes you wonder what the hell you're doing with him.

You nod. "Tomorrow it is."

Lockwood nods, settling back in to read. You exhale air you never realized you were holding, stepping out of the kitchen and heading up the stairs to your room.

The damn fool made it so difficult sometimes. Or maybe you were the fool for falling for him in the first place. No matter who what the idiot here, it always ended the same.

At least this time you couldn't make too much of a fool of yourself. It wasn't like a ghost could lock you in a closet while rapier shopping. Seriously, what could go wrong? Just a little rapier shopping with Lockwood.

It'd be a normal outing: absolutely everything would be calm and normal.

Right?

[echantedtoon]

Obsession 憑 Ch37

Warnings for mentioning of scars and wounds.)

                                           

                                         

Part 4 Day-Night

The thudding of footsteps down the familiar hall echoed as hushed whispers and wide eyes watched the woman walked down the polished floors. As battle scared as she was beautiful. 

However none dated approach her.

The looming figure of the Lord Tsugikuni behind her falling in time with her steps. He looked at her with a strange mix up on his face. Adoration. Lovestruck. Happily in bliss. Yet still longing. Some sadness. Maybe frustration. Whatever the case was he walked with a purpose. If she tried to bolt, it'd be easy to catch her. His hands twitched at just the mere thought of holding her in his arms. Lovingly this time. Without trying to keep her from leaving him or trying to save her from the dangers of life. To feel her warmth against him and watch as her lashes fluttered at him in adoration. 

But if he so much as tried to hold her hand, she'd have no problems with just whirling around and decking him across the face. She had the strength to do damage too. He remembered that from the carriage ride here and her small body was stronger than most people would assume. And she'd only resist and hate him even more. He didn't want that.

He just wanted her to love him.

"Doctor Shinobu should be this way-"

"I know where she is," you bluntly cut him off as he gestured a hand towards the left. "I've been here before."

Her tone caused a nearby maid to drop the cloth she was using to polish a vase as they walked by. The shock of the tone used to A Lord Tsugikuni that would otherwise render someone's tongue to be ripped from their mouths was unheard of. Especially from a mere woman who did nothing but rudely ignore the tall man still following her like a lovesick guard dog. However neither paid her or anyone else any attention as she turned the corner sharply with a faster pace as if hoping to lose the man easily keeping up with her.

No such luck however if that was what she was trying to do.

She blatantly ignored him even up to the familiar door you've seen before. Just staring at it for a long moment. This is where your secret first got out. About you being a woman in  the middle of fighting a war. Perhaps that was the moment everything began unraveling and was what had doomed you to such a fate. The trail of thought was interrupted by a calm voice you couldn't help but find annoying. 

"If you're nervous, I'll knock on the door for you," he kindly offered with a small smile to his face.

All he got in return was a scowl from you before you just slid the door back with a loud noise and marched in without him. The sudden noise startled two women inside into nearly dropping the herbs they were grounding into a medical ointment and both just stared at you as you walked in and the fact Yoriichi was silently right behind you. Both women stared still as you guiltily looked at the ground.. before red eyes looked back up to them.

"Hi Shinobu. Mitsuri... It's been a while huh?"

"Oh my gosh! Y/n!" The pink haired girl was the first to respond to you, dropping the objects in her hands onto the table before throwing her arms around you in a tight hug that had you lightly wincing from the throbbing pain in your shoulder blade. "I can't believe you're alright!"

Shinobu must've noticed the pained grimace to your expression because she gently placed her objects down before reaching across the table to tug on her assistant's shirt catching the attention of Mitsuri who turned her head to her.

"Maybe you should let go," she suggested nodding her head towards the man behind you obviously watching the exchange. "She's obviously here for something important."

Mitsuri took one look at Yoriichi over your shoulder, before her face turned as pale as snow and she immediately let go of you. Squeaking out apologies and bowing in fear of what could happen before Yoriichi only silently held up a hand to both women.

"Please. It's alright. I'd just like for Doctor Kocho-" He gestured to Shinobu. "-to please take a look at her back."

"Oh?" Purple eyes blinked. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked professionally.

"An old war wound reopened on her left shoulder blade. She was seen by the doctor of her village before-..." Before he and his crazy family forced you to leave your brother and sister to fend for themselves and come back here as a prisoner. ".. Before she came here." He settled on saying instead but with the looks all three women exchanged he knew that they actually knew what he had done. "My brother thinks it'd be a good idea to have it looked over again and frankly so do I. Would you mind?"

"Not at all." Ever professional, Shinobu walked from around the table to gesture to you. "If you wouldn't mind removing your shirt and turning around for me."

That's when you turned around to raise a brow at the man behind you and both girls also gave him looks. Yoriichi blinked raising a confused brow back to you three.. before realization of what Shinobu asked hit him, and a red that rivaled the red of your eyes exploded across his face to his ears and down his neck.

"I-I-.." He quickly turned around flustered and clearing his throat. "YES! I- I'll wait for you outside. P-Please let me know when y-y-you're finished." He floundered quickly walking away and a second later the door slid back shut quickly behind him.

After an awkward moment of silence Mitsuri giggled. "You know if he wasn't so mad with love for you and his family was scary, that might've been cute!"

"Hold your tongue!," Shinobu ordered looking at her. "Don't forget he's still just behind the door." She then turned back to you..and a small sad frown pierced her face. "Hello, Y/n."

"Hello, Shinobu."

"How did you get back here?"

You scowled at the ground. "How do you think?"

She didn't pry into that question only reaching out to grab a small cloth. "Do you mind if I check your back? I might as well make sure you're not going to get sick from infection."

You nodded and slowly undid your shirt and turned, moving your hair and allowing the two women to see your back and both gasp in shock and hum. Mitsuri gasped. Shinobu hummed. And you shrunk in a little bit further into yourself.

"Well it's not that bad. Whoever treated you before did a good job, but I think I'll take out the stitches since you don't need them anymore and just disinfectant the wound anyways. Alright?" You nodded giving a sigh. It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Your head turned slightly hearing the sounds of metal as she picked up a pair of scissors. "Hold still now. It might hurt a little bit."

It did a bit. Especially when she wiped down the wound with a cloth of alcohol and then followed it up by some medical ointment because asking you to raise your arms so she could wrap bandages around your upper chest. Which you obliged until she was finished and you slipped your shirt back on.

"It's actually in pretty good shape. You'll probably be fully healed within a month and a half maybe two months. Just be careful not to do anything to reopen it and keep the area around it clean. Come see me again if you need anything."

"Thanks." You sounded glum and honestly they didn't blame you.

"Are you going to be alright, Y/n?"

"What choice do I have? If I don't stay, I'll just be hunted down again and arrested or worse. Or they'll arrest my brother and sister." Nezuko would be forced to be married off somewhere and Tanjiro would be made to work in physical labor to pay for your mistake. You couldn't let that happen to them! "At worst I'll be sent to prison or stuck in a loveless marriage! At best perhaps I can find some way to pay back what I've done that doesn't involve either of those dates."

Or the third option of death if Emperor Tsugikuni had his way.  But how were you going to go about it? You had no money or offering to pay for your bond out of jail wasn't an option. You never planned on marrying either brother or anyone else so marrying them or another rich noble snob just to repay them wasn't an option either. You'd rather die or go to jail before you allowed yourself to sink that low. Running away was not an option either with the threat of them taking your siblings as payment for your crime.

"What if you worked it off?" Mitsuri's voice cut through your thoughts as you blinked and just turned to her. 

Red eyes blinked turning to her in question. "What?"

"Work off what they say you owe!," she repeated holding up a hand. "It's not really an ideal situation for anyone, but you can pay it back without marrying anyone."

"Would that even work?"

She shrugged. "I.. don't really know. I mean they can always use maids and cooks around here I suppose. Or maybe Shinobu could use another helper."

"Definitely sounds more appealing than becoming a concubine."

A soft knock on the door had all of you turning to the door as a muffled voice called out. "Ladies, are you finished?"

You deadpanned giving them a look. Oh well. No use in delaying the inevitable. You waved goodbye to your two friends before walking over to said door and opening it. Yoriichi stood a respectful distance away from the door and smiled at you despite the hard scowl you wore on your own face.

"There you are. Follow me and I'll show you to the room we prepared for you."

"Actually I'd rather speak to you and your brother about something."

"Tomorrow morning. You're physically tired, and Michikatsu won't be back until breakfast tomorrow because of our father."

There was no point in arguing with this so you clamped your mouth shut in a frown and just followed him as Yoriichi gestured to another hall. One you admittedly hadn't been down before the last time you were here two years ago. It might've been the bedrooms for the royal family because he was excited to lead you to the very tail end of the long hallway and slide the door open. You only looked inside with a deadpanned face, despite the lavishment and luxuries that filled up the room. You only took note that the room in choice had no windows other than a thin one near the ceiling. Too thin to squeeze through and too high to reach. No chance to escape that way. 

"There's everything that you'd need here, but if you need anything else then you can ask me and I'll get you a maid."

You turned to him in question. "Ask you?"

He nodded. "Yes... I'll be guarding your door tonight."

"Why does that not surprise me? Next you'll be telling me I need a chain on my ankle." He finally frowned hurt as you stepped in and looked at him again hand on the door. *Rest assured I'll need or want anything from the Tsugikunis. You have my word on that. Be awake tomorrow. I'll be more talkative then."

The door slammed back shut in his face. Sending a kicked feeling to his heart.

TAISHO SECRETS:

*Tanjiro and Nezuko are alright without their sister there. Currently they're being taken cared for by Jigoro and currently working in their little shop to raise the money needed in order to repay the debts Y/n made to the Tsugikunis.

*Michikatsu thinks throwing lavish gifts at Y/n will help appease her but Y/n refuses to wear the purple checkered kimono that matches his tossing it out the window. 

*There's a maid in the palace that thinks Y/n is very pretty and may or may not have gotten a slight crush when she thought she was a man. 

[agust28]

love in the grocery store 2

pairing jaehyun x reader WC ? tags fluff Notes Sorry for the parts I didn't want to but Tumblr had a limit :( Also I literally rewrote the plot like 5 times and have at least 7 drafts In my notes. I wasn’t sure how to link part 2 on the part 1 post sorry again :(

Not even 2 weeks later you find yourself going back. Okay, to be fair, prices were getting outrageously high! You couldn’t keep convincing yourself that splurging on the groceries was better than going back to the forbidden store. Your mind constantly being reminded of the cute employee might have also played a part in the decision, but you’ll never admit that. You had to prep yourself in the car for about 20 minutes before actually entering the store. It sadly didn’t work because as soon as you walk in you wanted to walk out. Think about the prices, think about the prices, think about— “Excuse me,” an annoyed customer shoves you aside. “Sorry,” you squeak out, already embarrassing yourself, and you haven’t walked 5 feet into the store! You exhale before grabbing a cart, which did not fight this time, and head in. You look around trying to spot the cute employee from last time but no luck. You don’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Shaking your head, you remember why you’re here, and that’s to get groceries and head out. No detours! Most of your list has been crossed off except for the milk. It was a bit difficult to navigate since you were so used to your old grocery store. You're about to turn the aisle when you accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry! I—” you look up, and it’s like déjà vu. Before your mind can melt into a puddle, he speaks. “Oh hey! You’re the girl who fell into the carts!” His face of surprise morphs into concern. “Are you okay now? You didn’t look too good last time.” Speak, woman, speak! “Yes! I’m okay!” You say a bit loudly, startling him from your enthusiasm. Please universe, just let me shop in peace! “Ah, that’s good! You ran out before I could get a good look.” You look away from embarrassment, hoping this interaction would just end. “Yeah, uh, sorry, it was kind of embarrassing.” He smiles, watching your cheeks blush. “No worries, I totally understand! Well, I’ll let you get back to shopping.” He turns to walk away when you suddenly remember that you still need milk. “Wait! Where can I find the milk?” He turns around and tells you which aisle it’s in. “Or I could just show you? If you’d like.” He rushes the last sentence as if he expects you to turn him down. You nod your head yes, and he smiles widely at that. “Ok, follow me!” You follow next to him as he leads you both to the dairy section. You’re walking side by side when he takes a look into your cart. “You’ve got a cat? I love cats!” You smile brightly at that. Cute and an animal lover? You could melt. “Yeah, one cat and one dog,” you say, pointing to the dog shirt that’s also in your cart. You both continue to share your love for animals before he stops. “Well, this is the milk,” he points towards the wall of milk. You thank him and grab a gallon. From the corner of your eye, you still see the cute clerk standing near you, looking as if he has something to say. As you contemplate whether you should ask if something was wrong, he taps you on your shoulder. “Hi, I probably shouldn’t be doing this but um—” he stops to look around a little uneasy “sorry, I thought I saw my manager.” He breathes out and continues, “I was just wondering if I could have your number?” You’re taken aback because this is the last thing you imagined coming out of his mouth. He takes your surprise as disgust and immediately starts to backtrack. “Sorry! I just thought you were cute! And wanted to have your number to check up on you!” Now you're laughing. “Check up on me?” He sees your smile and visibly relaxes. “Yeah, you know that fall looked really hard. It'd be good to have my number just in case.” You smirk. “In case of what? I fall on your very dangerous carts again?” “Exactly!” He pulls out his phone and hands it over to you, hoping you'd agree to exchanging numbers. And of course, you do! You'd be crazy not to. The two of you exchange numbers and names and bid farewell. You step out with groceries that will no longer cost a leg and a new contact that you'll hopefully keep in touch with.

[dansconcepts]

Genshinronpa - HCs 1

As a segway into me flip-flopping through my various drabbles and fandoms, consider some Genshin Impact characters in the Danganronpa Killing Game (I'm so sorry to do this to you beloved characters). Will say anything past Inazuma-lore I'm completely lost in and I'm just pulling from my archives.

Barbara is so 100% dead I can't see her surviving a killing game. She would be targetted. She's also the Ultimate Idol. Now, to subvert expectations, consider a Barbara who is so overwhelmed by the prospect of a Killing Game and learning about a Jean who's been captured as a motive and thinking "Jean would do anything to save me, wouldn't she? But she'd never hurt anybody... But how can I sit here when she's in danger? I don't want to let her down!" And that facilitates her to work with others in trying to end the Killing Game but after exhausting all options she's thinking about the only viable way to get out so far. It'd be very rough :'>.

Similarly if Jean was in the situation she would swear never to kill but she probably would to protect someone. Someone would attempt to go after her sister and she would fight with her all to protect her. She would be the Ultimate!Knight.

May be biased but Xingqiu seems like he'd be a great detective, at least in terms of helping out with the case than actually being a detective. He strikes me as the Ultimate Writer. Also I can totally see him annoying "Monokuma" by reading during his lectures of how everything works. Xingqiu is also heavily inclined to maintain fighting for the weak and being a hero.

Following the Dangan trend of killing off bulky characters (which Itto s h o u l d be, character model why!!!!!) Itto would be a victim, but there would be a whole impactful scene. He is the Ultimate Deliquent. He's a loveable guy (despite being easy to rag on) and he'd be good at keeping up morale and holding on to a firm stance of preventing deaths and finding an alternative way out.

I love Xiangling but for some reason I think she'd probably be a blackened. She's very creative, it'd definitely be in her wheelhouse to successfully pull it off and win a trial. I can also see her being framed. Of course, she'd be the Ultimate!Chef.

...In my notes, I wrote down "Bennett's like the less unhinged Nagito" which is a CRAZY concept and 100% only in referral to the whole luck thing rather than sharing the same ideals or intelligence as Nagito (not to say Bennett's not smart, but Nagito thinks on a diff level that I also cannot comprehend). It would be ironic for Bennett to be the Ultimate Luck, although he's usually met with misfortune so... Ultimate Bad Luck? Just from that title, most would avoid him even though his luck mostly impacts himself. He'd face alienation but try his best to be welcoming and attentive whenever anyone talks to him. He'd get disheartened, but in the killing game he'd totally get friends. I think he'd make a great survivor with a character arc related to struggles in trusting others.

If any of the archons (and adepti + Yae + fully powered Traveller twins) were involved, the whole Game is doomed like Zhongli would just say "I WILL HAVE ORDER!" and the whole game-stage is crushed, like, don't know what to tell you. Being trapped? All Zhongli's got to do is break through everything ez. Venti may have a harder time admittedly, but being the wind I'm sure he can slip out although whether he intervenes or not is yet to be seen (he would). Ei would be having NONE of it like she'd totally go after the mastermind purely out of spite for wasting her time. To be fair, forcing the archons into such a game would probably never happen whatsoever but if they WERE, it'd be really funny.

[mosneakers]

Erwin: Robin... no. We're going to have to call this mission off. I've been doing conspiracy work for a long time, and there's a delicate process to it. There's protocol... safety measures! Tonight, you didn't follow any of them and you ended up in jail. Robin: Well I'm out, aren't I? Erwin: Yes, because your parents are loaded. None of us are that fortunate. I wouldn't be that lucky. Plus... it could've been worse. You put yourself in serious danger to participate in the kinds of things I do. If something happened to you... [Grimaces] Well, I don't know what I would do. Robin: Nothing would happen to me, Erwin. Worst case scenario, I can be resurrected. I have nothing to be afraid of! [Smiles proudly]

Erwin's expression glosses over as his stare fixates on the linoleum in front of him. Erwin: Of course you can. Robin: I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this, Erwin. I thought you'd be happy to have someone so much like you.

Erwin: I am, Robs. I am.

Robin: Then why does it sound like...

Erwin: I... I'm so sorry, Robs. This whole conspiracy stuff... my life... it's not good for you. It'd just suck you right in.

Robin closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Robin: So... you're breaking up with me? Erwin: I guess? I've never done this before. It seems crazy, since I was so lucky to find you in the first place. But I think it's for the best.

Robin drops her head into her hands and begins to sob. She cries so hard that her little bucket hat falls right off her head. Erwin feels his heart drop. He tries to console her, but she pushes him away.

Erwin: Hey, Robin... I'll always love you though, okay? Robin: I'm going to go. [Rubs tears from eyes.] I'll call you. Good luck with everything Erwin. Erwin: [Whispers, hoping he didn't make a huge mistake] Okay. Thank you.

Later that night, Erwin doesn't feel like doing much of anything, but taking Astro for a walk is an obligation he must always fulfill. He decides, since it's in the neighborhood anyway... he might as well swing by the dresser and take a look. Robin did pay quite a lot for that flash drive, after all.

He not only searches the top drawer, but the rest of them too. And all of the surrounding area. Still, the flash drive is nowhere to be found.

Erwin: That piece of shit scammed her, boy. [Angrily kicks dumpster] That's what happens when you don't know how to investigate conspiracies properly!! Come on Astro, let's get home quick, maybe we can avoid seeing Tycho ogling Coraleye for once.

[imagine-silk]

I got diagnosed with a tic disorder today and I think it'd be interesting to explore how tics could affect a spider person. Like my right hand tics a lot so I imagine properly shooting webs out of it would be extra challenging, and being stealth would be hard because of my vocal tics. I love the idea of platonic yanderes Peter B Parker, Miguel, Hobie, Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr all being willing to beat the crap out of somebody giving me crap for my tics lol

It's good you got a diagnosis, it's very helpful and I hope the best.

Stealth is not going to be your friend. You would go on missions focused on run in run out, shock troops and such. Those also have their troubles but you blurring something doesn't matter and your slip ups will be dealt with immediately because of how fast paced it is.

As for everyone, they help you out, but adding yandere to them changes things.

Miguel will put you in situations you'll mess up in to save you and say you should stay with him. Sometimes it does risk the mission but it's worth it to get you on desk duty where he can be certain you're safe and selfishly indulging in your company. It's so unfortunate you slipped up with your shooter. He'd hate for you to feel embarrassed. So stay in. And you don’t need to know about the camera feed on the bottom of screens.

Miles is known for pushing his luck so when he goes out, for any reason, he will do his best to take you, especially when he's not supposed to. He's pretty good at getting around so sneaking you to and from is not that difficult, climbing and swinging if need be. You might think it is difficult but your tics don't matter, he's fast to adapt so he'll always catch you if you even move an inch. He's also very catty out on the street; every passing comment he'll step on their shoe or something. It was an accident, he promises. His foot slipped, just like their mouth.

Hobie is known for not following rules and for you that is in no doubt. You're not supposed to go on his missions but that might as well have been a rule that said, "Take [Name] with you everywhere." He has very strange ways to deal with your tics and they work most of the time. He's manipulative in the sense he's always a few steps ahead in a race no one knows is really happening. You have a solid sense of comfort with him that the others are going to have to catch up to. His lack of reservations and nonchalant attitude is so desirable he makes you feel normal.

Gwen is very much a person to keep distance but for a darling she will be very close and find reasons to, but for you it’s pretty easy; she’s just helping you out. And then she just happens to be there. Then the thing you went to go do she’s also doing, what a coincidence. She won’t use your tics against you, she just deals with them on the spot and reassures you it’s fine. Out of everyone she’s the most out and about on the street to be a full blown civilian so being in public is routine and she’s very confrontational with people who make their unwanted opinions known. Honestly, you will witness her beating the shit out of someone once you’ve known each other long enough, because that’s the point she’s done hiding it. It’s just, she wants you to feel comfortable walking the streets, and those people need to be out of the way for that.

Pavitr has a very basic understanding of tics in general but he’s also a star student so it’s not that way for long. His practices are mostly clinical in nature because it comes from books but the effort is fully there. As a Spider he takes it in strides. Mumbattan is dense and alive, running around on the street or in the air he always says he’ll save you. He makes good on it too. Every slip up he catches, every unwanted blurt is met with loving reassurance, and if you ask for him to wait he stops completely for you. When he tells you he’s at your disposal he means it. He’s also the one most comfortable with killing away from you. He wants you to be happy and for that to happen some trash needs to be taken out.

And then there’s Peter. He is so blatant with his habits you can’t see them. He’ll mention your tics just enough to make it obvious he is helping you but not bringing so much attention that you feel any way about it. Mayday is going to be dropped on you a lot and due to her unique abilities you really can’t hurt her in any way. If you spasm she will not tumble and if she does she’s happy to hang off of you. Blurt out something you’re not supposed to she doesn’t know English yet, no harm done. It’s a very good way to ground you while also keeping you to himself for a good chunk of time.

[bellagrimfox]

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Headcanons/Ideas for Epic Mickey

Headcanons

Oswald often gloats about how he got an appearance in Disneyland/world. Until he remembers some of the kids mistaking him for Mickey.

He hates being called old despite being made years before Mickey. (thanks @jakeneutron and your awesome interpretation of Oswald)

Oswald was responsible for naming all of their rabbit kids, but he'd always forget who's who since there's 420 of them. (I feel like this one is obvious but I thought it'd be nice to say it)

Oswald gets paranoid about his foot being stolen or cut off, to a point where he puts an extra blanket around his lucky left foot.

Oswald never rubs his right foot since it's cursed with bad luck, though his misfortune isn't often the foot's fault and if it is, it's usually someone mistaking it for his lucky foot or by complete accident.

Oswald has a huge stigma against wolves and foxes. As for dogs, he hates rabbit hunting breeds but is overall ok with them. Fortunately for Mickey, Pluto is one of the few dogs he likes.

Oswald originally was terrified of having kids (Reference to Poor Papa short), though he very quickly got over that fear once he saw his first child.

Oswald has a small interest in lost media, mostly preserving and finding cartoons long forgotten.

Fanny was Oswald's first wife and the one he had children with. She left him around the time the Bunny Children were born. Oswald remembers the reason, though he won't share that with anyone other than Ortensia.

Ideas

Let's start with mechanic ideas before we get into rewrite territories.

His remote weapon could function differently but in a way that perfectly mirrors Mickey's paintbrush. To do this, let's look back at what Mickey can do.

The paint allows Mickey to create and reform enemies, thinner is pretty much the opposite. Using this fact and the original remote mechanic in the sequel, let's see if we can combine them together.

Electricity

His original attacks are still the same with being able to stun enemies and effect technology. However, in the rewrite, this moveset is basically the Paint counterpart.

Now this is where the new stuff happens. His Thinner attacks are based off plasma.

Consider this image as a reference for how his remote would look like when in Thinner/Plasma mode.

Anyways, Plasma mode can kill Blotlings and similar enemies and damage technology. For example, when you use Plasma on fireworks, instead of just igniting them, they explode into a ball of fire that can destroy walls and anything else nearby.

Corruption

Consider this a part 2 of the Plasma mode idea. Reprogramming works differently when using Plasma. Whenever you fire a beam of Plasma on an unarmored Beetleworx, you will end up corrupting them which will turn them into violent drones. As for switches, they will malfunction and break, making them unstable throughout the entire playthrough.

Bonus Mechanic

When Oswald is on very low health, you can use his lucky rabbit foot to get a random beneficial effect such as healing or extra damage. Just note that you can only use one rabbit foot per level and it doesn't work on bosses.

SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT!! IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED OR SEEN THE GAME, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS PART!!!

Epic Mickey Story Rewrites

Note: I haven't played the original game yet so this is going to be based off what I've seen and read from the wikies.

In my rewrite, events in the game change in content and story based on if you've used the Paint or Thinner as the main weapon. That's just the summary but the worldbuilding post will go deep into it so please remember this for future posts.

First, the neutral path, Oswald follows the same personality and attitude towards Mickey like in the game. Though I'd add some moments of character development with extra cutscenes. These scenes would be slightly altered depending on the Paint and Thinner path but would be pretty much the same regardless of which path you take.

For example, I came up with a scene where Oswald wakes up in the middle of the night and he goes to where Mickey is sleeping. In this moment, Oswald is able to snatch the paintbrush and is about to use it on Mickey to steal his heart, only for him to not go through with it since Mickey has done so much to help him save Wasteland and stop the Storm Blot. (This is the canon name of the main villain blot. This video best clears up the confusion)

Now for the Thinner path Oswald, he's a lot more aggressive towards you and while he sees it's effective in wiping out the blotlings, he also sees that it's affecting the civilians of Wasteland and calls Mickey out on it often.

Paint path Oswald becomes more friendly and positive to Mickey, regaining the hope that he and Mick can really become brothers and forgetting about stealing his heart.

Now for the big spoilers, the last moments of the game.

I'm very happy to write this part finally.

In the beginning of the second part of the final boss, Gus says this-

In the rewrite, there is an actual time limit for the final boss where you actually have to recover the heart before Oswald gets absorbed. However, this time limit is long on purpose, giving you enough time to defeat the Storm Blot. Of course, both the neutral and thinner path endings don't change much from the original game.

Though, if you did go pass the time limit, you would get a secret pin and a secret non canon end where it's a mirror of the regular ending but Oswald isn't there.

But on the Hero path, a different scene plays out.....

After Mickey frees his heart, it lands into the hands of Oswald who, after some consideration, hands it over to Mickey. Only.....this time, before it could leave, Oswald keeps holding it. When Mickey tries to get closer, a transformation occurs.

Oswald's body becomes an unstable mass of ink and thinner, his mouth replaced with a mess of teeth, his hands replaced with sharp claws.

As for Mickey's heart, it became fused to his chest, covered in an armor of pure thinner, making it sickly green with pulsing veins. In hero mode, the Storm Blot has brought one more trick. The last resort. The final challenge.

The Forgotten (Oz-Blot)