#my goal is to clear them out as much as possible between now and Fret’s birthday

[regallibellbright]

I’ve got some PT exercises and such to finish first, but then:

My drafts are full of TWEWY posts.

It’s Neku’s birthday this week, and Fret’s next week.

This is ths warning to anyone who will want to filter those tags this week, I’m just gonna try and clear EVERYTHING.

[feeling-weirdy]

A fluffy prompt, as a break from all the angst! Wanda has a nosebleed? Bc fretting/anxious Vision is really quite endearing, and I can imagine him being the sort of partner who would be catastrophising and wanting to do anything possible to stop it, even if it was actually caused by something quite minor?

TW; mention of blood?  I guess?  nosebleeds?

“Wanda, I-”  Vision turned the corner, walking in through the door to her bedroom to find her hovered over a strange machine next to her bed.  Purified air shot up from the nozzle, spreading a thin mist throughout the rest of the room.  Wanda had herself hovered over it, allowing the air to envelop her face.  “Are you alright?” 

“Huh?”  Wanda sat up, a dazed look on her face as she sniffled.  “Oh, I’m fine.  Sorry, I thought I had closed the door...I just had a nosebleed.” 

“Your nose bled?”  Vision crossed the room with large steps, lifting her face gently with his fingers as he inspected the area.  Her face seemed to be in order, nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at him other than the small red liquid trailing down her nose.

“Yeah...It’s the humidity and the air and the-”  Wanda sighed, knowing her explanation was nowhere going to be good enough.  “I’m sorry, it’s just really gross.  It happens, rarely, but...I just have to sit with the humidifier for a few minutes and hope it goes away.” 

“Allow me.”  After learning the intensity of human sickness and the many varieties of it, Vision had quickly spent a good deal of time on how to properly care for those who fell ill.  While this wasn’t exactly a sickness, Vision knew how to help her take care of it. 

Vision knelt in front of her, gently pulling her face in his direction.  Despite the awkwardness of their meeting, it was hard to ignore how warm her cheeks turned as he held her there for a moment.  He forced her to lean forward slightly, tilting her head even more so. 

“W-what are you-”  Her eyes widened as he pulled her forward, her lips parting as she watched him.

“Just trust me,” Vision retorted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he focused on his actions.  Placing his thumb and index fingers on opposite sides of her nose, Vision pinched carefully forcing Wanda to open her mouth to continue breathing.  He chuckled softly, pushing the soft part of her nose towards her face slightly.  “I have to stay like this for a few minutes, but it should help stop the bleeding.”

“And where exactly did you learn this?”  Wanda smirked, trying to keep herself still.  Clearly a difficult act with how fast he could hear her heart beating.

“The internet is a curious place.  I hadn’t expected there to be so much useful information.”  Vision said quietly, situating himself in a more comfortable position.  “Though...I think I prefer books.”

“You’re not the only one,” she snorted.  A hush settled between them as Vision kept his fingers around her nose.  The red hint never left her cheeks as the two sat dangerously close to one another.  His eyes trailed down to her lips, two pink puffs sitting delicately just below the place he held.  This hardly seemed the time to kiss her, but he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked even with the small streak still falling from her nose.  The thought had certainly entered his mind before, but the tension that seemed to develop between the two of them always gave him pause.  Their relationship had undoubtedly deepened since their first meeting, but to push it to that next step...

Vision cleared his throat.  “Just so you were aware...”  He started, desperate to find something different to talk about besides where his mind had been heading.  “Your humidifier helps prevent nosebleeds, not cure them.  You should probably be turning it on before you fall asleep if you suffer from these regularly.”

“Ah...well, I guess that’s why it never really worked, huh?” 

“I’d say so,” he chuckled softly.  His attempt at moving the conversation along faded, inviting the calm quiet to fall back over them.  

Wanda’s eyes fell, her blush fading from her cheeks the longer they sat like this.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t exactly expect you to do all this.”  Her words were quiet, barely a whisper as she peeked over at the still open door.  She must have really wished she had closed it behind her.  Not that a closed door would have stopped him.

“Wanda, I am here for whatever you need.”  Catching her attention, Vision smiled at her.  “I’m not human and therefore cannot be nauseated if that is what troubles you.  You have nothing to worry about.”

Wanda’s face fell, pushing her lips together pensively as she remained silent for several moments.  “I wish you’d stop talking about yourself like that.”

“I speak only the truth.  I don’t see why it shouldn’t be said.”  Vision spoke plainly, curiosity surging within him.  Her face always contorted in such a fashion whenever he breached the subject of what he was.  He never could quite understand why it seemed to trouble her.  The fact remained true no matter how upset she became so worried about it seemed like a waste of time.  Yet here she was. 

Wanda paused, reaching a hand out to trace the lines in his face with a delicate touch.  Her warm fingers ran along the coolness of his cheeks, sending a strange sensation to well up in his cheeks.

“Because you’re more than that and you know it.  I’ve told you that before.”  Her fingers dropped from his face, gripping onto her arms as she forced herself to remain still.  

Vision sucked in a breath, stopping himself before the question breached his lips.  His interest in her answer got the better of him, however, pushing the query forward.  “Does my being not being human bother you?”

“Absolutely not,” she stated without hesitation.  The hitch in her voice caught her by surprise, but the concern that shown on her face remained constant.  “You’re Vision.  That’s all that matters.”

His head cocked to the side.  “Then why does the revelation bring you so much concern?  Wanda...”  Using his free hand, Vision placed it on top of the tight grip she had formed around her elbow.  “I am a synthezoid.  I can try to be human until my systems shut down, but I could never obtain that goal.  I’m curious as to why that truth upsets you.”

“There’s more to being human than what you think."

“Please elaborate,” Vision requested.  Wanda remained silent, chewing on her bottom lip as she scanned the ground for answers and came up empty.  Once it was clear he wasn’t getting an answer, Vision let go of her nose.  Inspecting it one last time, he smiled once more before pulling his hand back.  “I believe enough time has passed.  Your nose should be fine now.  How do you feel?” 

“Much better.  Thanks...”  She trailed off, gripping her hands.  Without meaning, he had upset her.  Guilt settled within his chest as she struggled with the answer to his question that never seemed to come.

“Wanda, I-”  Vision started, immediately getting cut off by her sudden hop off the bed.

“I should probably clean this up.  Could you hold on just a second?”  She trotted off to the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind her.  Even from the bedside, Vision could hear the sink turn on, water running down the drain, and splashing against her nose and face.  Pushing himself to his feet, he walked over to the humidifier to turn the knob causing the mist to fizzle out.  

After a few moments, the water shut off and Wanda walked back into the room.  The look on her face told him she wanted to continue their conversation, but no words came to help her flesh out her thoughts.  

“I should probably get going,” Vision finally said, making his way back to the door.

“Vision.  Wait.”  Wanda grabbed onto his arm, stopping him mid-step.  He turned, forcing them face to face once again. 

The distance between them closed in, leaving them with nothing else to do but gaze into the other’s eyes.  Despite the countless amount of research he conducted as he spent time with her, Vision discovered he still had many difficulties in trying to understand her.  He had hoped with time that those instances would be made clear, but the complications only became...complicated.

The fact that Wanda saw him as something more gave him a great sense of pride.  Their companions saw him as a tool to be used, but Wanda...somehow saw him as an equal.  Almost human.  An intriguing notion that never really crossed his mind outside of her outbursts.

Vision watched her carefully, only being met with her cerulean gaze.  The disappointment in herself for not having the answer he wanted was evident.  Perhaps he had overstepped his boundaries upon asking for more information.  Yet, he couldn’t help but want to prod her mind.  She was the most intriguing human he had come into contact with and he absolutely wanted to know more. 

Finally breaking eye contact, Wanda looked down, fiddling with the edge of her shirt.

“T-thank you,” her quiet voice filled the space between them creating a tension that the pair had become all too familiar with.  The corner of his lips tugged upward as he nodded.

“Of course.”  His chest tightened as he walked out of the room; his curiosity only growing with each moment.

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[whet-ones-write]

Fixing Kai -  a Overhaul x Fem!Reader

First posted on my AO3 and forgot to post here- lmao Whoops! Anyway Enjoy! Warnings: 18+ NSFW / Surgery mention / Binding - Being Tied down.

Word Count: 3446

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“You know that’s not very nice.” You said as you looked up at the masked villain above you. “I fix your arms time and time again, and this is how you treat me?” You sigh, shaking your head. “Glad to know i’m appreciated around here.” Rolling your eyes up at the figure above you as he got up with a grunt. 

 “Now Kai, you need to sit and get your rest. I know that’s something you don’t want to do but you tore yourself up pretty badly.” And as much as you knew it, he probably would not listen to you again, which is why you used your quirk to make sure he stayed in the bed he had already stained crimson with blood. “If you keep moving you could re-open the wounds I've stitched up and don’t even get me started on your bones.” You growled quietly as you shifted your stance. “Still, there’s no need for these bindings eh Angel?”

 “You could be a good boy and stay put.”  Even with the scolding it did not change the fact that you did not budge or remove the bindings. “I know you better than that.” He smirked as you took a seat at your desk, hunching over and looking over his charts. “The moment I let go, you’ll go for your knives and try and hurt me for tying you up like this, even if I am your precious Angel.” You mused, clearly unimpressed with his attempts of flattery. 

 “And such a special Angel you are.” He sighed happily as he lay back watching you. “You don’t break like anyone else and you’re oh so useful to me. You take care of me like no one else does.” He offered charmingly.

 “Yeah and no one fixes your messes like I do eh?” Rolling your eyes you leaned back in your chair. “If it weren’t for me you could be bleeding out right now. Not only that, getting you out was hard enough; having you imprisoned like you were. Still, you need to take at least a week's rest rather than getting into fights.” You started to explain much to his dismay. 

 “Your arms are rather fucked up, but I'm getting close to making a break though.” You informed him. Glacing to you, it was clear you had his interest. This meant you could let the bindings go and like the good boy was going to be, he could remain as you explained. 

“I’m close to getting your new arms compatible with your quirk. We know that you had to touch someone for you to use it, so naturally even though mentally you wanted to use them you couldn’t, something was missing.. With your blood samples I have been able to determine that not only mentally do you need to be willing to activate it but it also lies within your nervous system. Although you have robotic arms which you can use, we know from practice that you can’t use your quirk just yet and because of the lack of connections.” Scratching your head you flipped the page as he continued to listen to you clearly excited for the possibility to be back to normal. 

 “So I’m going to need you to be in top physical condition so I can perform the surgery needed to make sure you can use your arms and quirk to its fullest again. I can’t give you any anesthetic at the time of the surgery because if I did, I can’t be sure if your arms will be connected to your nervous system as well as your brain realising you have your limbs back. They’re just a few days away so when your bones are healed we can give it a go, you should be able to help cure the world again should it all go according to my plan.” 

 “I knew I could count on you, my Angel. I thought I had lost all hope when I was trapped in that God forsaken prison.” He stated as he glanced over at you. “It was so bright and so lonely there by myself. I couldn’t even feed myself at the time. They forced me to have a pump to my stomach for it to be filled with food, I had almost missed chewing and tasting food.” He admitted thinking back on the several months he spent there. “Then again I suppose it was also my own fault over the fact that I trusted the bastard Shigraki but still, he will get what’s coming to him for double crossing me.” He smiled at the thought shutting his eyes as he relaxed back. “He will be one of the first ones I cure. He’s such a sick little boy isn’t it? Always scratching, so dry and flaky. Yes, he shall be the first to be cured once I am able to. Give him some moisturizer at that.” He mused as he opened his eyes to you.

 He wasn’t one for feelings too much, he didn’t have time for them unless he was trying to get others to help him, he could pull at other’s feelings but rather not show that particular weakness himself but there was something about you that just made him sick.  Love sick that is, and he knew there was no cure of this illness but he did not mind. Sometimes you have to be sick in order to get stronger, and that’s how he viewed this situation. It was not often you were in trouble but when you were he would always be there to help. His sickness made it so your protection and safety was more important than his own. On top of that you believed in him which is why you gathered other’s to help him break free. 

 Even though all that though you never gave up on him, and what was his dream soon became the both of yours. You were the one that built his very first arms, and something that he would always treasure before he was able to get into contact with some people that could really make a difference for him. After all in this day and age, a loss of a limb should not keep a sick human down, so why should someone like him that doesn’t suffer, be handicapped.

 “Well it still won’t be for some time yet.” You explained as you rubbed your temple. “You still have to heal as much as you can while we wait for your arms to come in. I will have to make some adjustments to your shoulders, neck and head and it will be risky but the pay off? It’ll be life changing that’s for sure.” You mused before leaning back and looking at him. “You’ll have cybernetic arms, that has your blood flowing through them and on top of that you’ll be able to use your power to cure again.” Smiling at that statement, you got up to turn off the lights. “So rest well sir, the sooner you heal up, the sooner we can get you all better.” Smiling as you left him alone in the room so he could think it over.

 Yes you were so beautiful in your working uniform. A plague mask much like his own but pure in white, to symbolise your cleanliness, the light in the darkness of his goal, as well as matching your white lab coat, announcing to others you were his own private doctor and he’ll be damned if the black trousers you wore got him all hot and bothered. Still a temporary cure will come to him soon enough for his love sickness. He can and will show you just how much you mean to him and how damn sexy you look in your uniform. 

 ~ ~

 When the time came for the surgery you were more nervous than anything. What if something went wrong?. What if you were not quick enough and ended up having him bleed out? You did not have anyone to assist you if something went wrong, because anyone else would just get in the way of what you were trying to do. It seemed simple on paper what you had to do but working on an actual body was different. On top of that you had done some test runs on some animals to try and help them get back to what society saw as normal and after a few attempts, things looked up for the better but the failures still weighed heavy on you and even Chisaki could see that.

 You were stuck scrubbing your arms as you mutter to yourself about the process, what you had to do to an obsessive extent before your trance was snapped, bringing you back down to earth and looking at him. 

 Having placed a kiss on your cheek gently, he looked over you with a small sigh. “Do not fret. I do not die so easily.” He smiled at that, leaning in and kissing your forehead. “I am all healed and ready for this. I know the risks. I know what might happen but Angel, I trust you like no one else.” He explained as he took a seat on the operating table “You’ve been there with me right from the start. Through thick and thin and you have been there healing those in need. The children I've brought to you as well as my fellow colleagues that needed treatment. You are the best that I trust and you have the best equipment we can afford. You’ve looked over your plans obsessively to the point I'm sure you’re speaking them in your sleep. You’ve got plans for every eventuality, there’s no one I love and trust more to do this then you. You have this, just stay calm, relaxed and I’ll be happy to talk the entire time. After, if I stop talking I might just be brain dead, and I’m sure you don’t want that now hmm?” Teasing, you sighed in response, shaking your head. He was always like this in tense situations between you both, just trying to find the light side of life with smiles and laughs. 

 “Even so, if you’re ready I am, and we can begin.” You stated, waiting for his go ahead. Letting him remain sat up, it meant you could work around his back and shoulder completely so you can get to exactly where you need to be. 

 “Of course Angel, lets begin.” He smiled, keeping his eyes open as he watched the door behind you as you began your long and painful work.

“Okay Kai, I’m going to go collect the shopping that we need but I want you to remain in bed.” You tell him as you step around the room; laid on the soft and clean bed, Kai was still resting post-op some time ago.

 “I ain’t going anywhere any time soon.” He replied, letting out a low sigh as he shifted in the bed. Even though no anaesthetic could be used during the operation, you had given him some after; he needed time to recover and relax after all.

 However you knew what he was like, you knew what would happen if you left him alone for more than a handful of minutes. With a slight tap of your chin with your gloved finger, you made your way over and gently placed his new wrists into the restrains.

 You had all of them fastened before Kai realised what was going on, quickly fastening the last restraint over his chest and tightening it enough that he could not move more than he needed to.

 “Hey! What’s the problem! Unfasten me! I said I won’t move okay!”

 “I know that Kai and I trust you but, you know what you’re like. Plus if you move more than you need to it could cause damage to your new limbs; irreparable damage. I would be negligent if I let that happen. I’ll only be gone for about half an hour at most. Just… Sit tight okay?”

 With a soft sigh, Kai looked away; pouting like a child as he grumbled a “Fine” under his breath.

 “Don’t worry. I won’t be long. I tell you what, I’ll bring you something nice.” Winking your grinned as you shut the door behind you letting him get the rest he would need still. 

 ~ ~

 You ran back as fast as you could, how could today have been so… so… He was going to kill you! You knew it!

 You just could not get away, every time you were due to get away from someone you were once again dragged away; you couldn’t exactly tell them that you had one of the biggest criminals tied down in one of your off the books surgeries could you?

 Busting in through the door and dropping the bags you were carrying, your eyes landed on the empty bed and the removed restrains. “Oh no…”

 “Oh no indeed.” A voice spoke from behind you and quickly spinning on your heel you were face to face with Kai.

 “Oh thank goodness Kai, I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened and-” Your words were quickly cut off when you were pushed back onto the bed.

 “Oh yes, you will be sorry. Five hours, FIVE FUCKING HOURS I was left on the bed!” He turned his head slightly and gritted his teeth under his mask.

 “Please Kai, I’m sorry. I tried to get away and they kept…” You began but could not finish as you were pushed back again. As you fell back on the bed, Kai gripped your wrist and began to strap the restraint over it.

 “Oh you’ll be sorry. We’ll see what you can do to make it up to me for this.” He grinned under his mask and walked around the other side of the bed, quickly grabbing your other wrist. In a panic you kicked and yelled but he was much stronger than you, even with his new arms and post op recovery.

 “Kai… Kai… What are you doing? Untie me. Please.” You begged but he just towered over you at the foot of the bed.

 “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you Doc, I’m just going to make you regret keeping me tied up for five hours.” He leaned forward and tapped your foot. “Just sit tight okay?”

 The breath in your chest hung as you thought what he could do, the punishments a villain like him could put upon someone; you had seen him seriously hurt many people. He wouldn’t do that to you would he?

 Closing your eyes tight as he leaned over, you were surprised by what he did first.

 Laughter burst out of your lungs as he began to tickle your feet, under arms and under your kneecaps. Why did he know exactly where to tickle you! Stretching up and pulling at the restraints you laughed hard, coughing and choking as you tried to breath. Finally begging to stop worked as he stepped back. Circling the bed like a vulture in the desert with its prey in sight, Kai stopped behind your head, leaning over he looked at you and pulled his mask away slightly before removing your own for you.

 “Don’t worry Angel, I’m not going to kill you, or hurt you. Why would I? I’m just going to make you wish you’d never locked me up.” He grinned and gave your forehead a soft peck.

 Staring up at Kai, you were speechless, a hot flush running along your cheeks at the kiss off your forehead.

 “Look at you, all red and flustered, you’d think that you had a crush on me.” Kai grinned as he towered over you. Your eyes quickly turned away as he mentioned it.

 “Yeah… that would be silly.” You mumble and Kai let out a loud laugh.

 “I’m not stupid you know Angel, I know you like me; I mean…” He reached out and flicked his finger; a loud gasp left your lips and you looked down at your body to see you flushes stained cheeks. “You really like being tied up don’t you Angel? Have you ever tried it?”

 Nervously you nod. “A few times… but…”

 “But what? You’ve never been with anyone for long?”

 You nod slowly and bite your lip.

 “Me too.” Kai replied and sighed. “Look Angel… I… I might be a bit of an arsehole but… I appreciate everything you do… and… I… I kinda… like you too.”

 The two of you were silent as you stared up at him and he stared down at you. “Well… you… You have me here…” You mumble and then could not believe you said it. With a surprised smile Kai looked down at you.

 “Oh really now? For such an innocent doctor you really are needy aren't you?.” He laughed and grinned, slowly one hand went out of view and your vision went dark as something slapped you on the face. Warm, musky and… and… Wide eyed you stared up at Kai as you realised what was on your face.

 “So… if I was to put my dick here, what would you do?” Kai asked and you breathed slowly, nervously, you turned your head and opened your mind. The grin on Kai’s face as he stepped back slightly and thumbed his tip to your lips.

 “Good doc…” He purred and slowly began to slide inside your own lips. You’d never done this before in this position but already you wanted more. You were pretty skilled at this without your gag reflex and as Kai grunted, he reached out and put his hand on your bulging throat. With several slaps of your face with his balls, you could feel him tensing and getting faster.

 The warmth and suddenness of the act left you coughing and for once; gagging as your airways were filled. Stepping back and accidental slapping and dribbling over your face, Kai panted as he held himself up by the nearby wall.

 “Damn Angel… you… you’re…” He panted and after managing to cough and swallow as much as you can, you whimpered the words quietly. “Please… fuck me…”

 Kai stared over at you as the grin on his face began to grow. “As you prescribe doctor~.”

 Now laying on your front, the slap against your rear stung but… felt so good. You had dreamt of this in the dark nights and late work hours when you were alone, now it was going to happen and here you were; tied to a medical bed. This was not exactly the romantic night you expected; no dinner and no dancing, no long cuddling and foreplay; unless you classed the teasing as foreplay.

 ‘Oh god, that had been foreplay.’ You thought as you tried to look back at Kai, the way you were restrained meant you couldn’t turn your head very far. You saw his shoulder and his arms moving, grabbing something from the cupboard before turning back to you. A soft splurge noise and then a cold feeling down the crack of your rear. A soft gasp left your lips as you shuddered at the feeling.

 “Oh don’t be such a wuss Doctor, it’s only a bit of lubrication; unless you want me to go without?” Kai asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

 In a soft squeak you found your voice whimpering out. “N… no…”

 “Alright then.” Kai whispered and let his hand drop his cock down onto your waiting hole. You felt the heavy weight on your cheeks, the warmth passing through the cold lube and to your now chilled rear. The air in your lungs hung deep and you had to think hard to remember to breathe.

 “Ready Angel?” He asked in a soft tone and you nodded, letting out a soft whimper as you did so.

 The first bit of pressure began and you closed your eyes, soft breaths and relaxing thoughts as you tried to loosen your body. The only issue was it did not stop, you tried to relax but the pressure built and built; when would that damn head pass!

 When it did, the feeling of the pop through your body and the sudden half-thrust brought a loud gasp from your lips.

 “You sound so cute there Angel, you enjoying it?”

 “Hmm hmm.” You manage to reply.

 “Well let's let you relax and get used to this, because I’m going to give you this and then I’m going to wreck you. You want that?”

 “Hmm hmm.” You manage to reply again. Kai let out a soft chuckle and began to buck his hips.

 The night could not last long enough.

[fandom-monium]

In Your Eyes - Episode 1

Soulmates - Heterochromatic Eyes AU: In which the soulmate system isn’t everything it seems and Shouto could be the only one who sees it.

Tags/Warnings: soulmate AU, friends to enemies to friends to lovers trope, Shouto Todoroki x GenderNeutral!Reader

AN: Fuck you, Tumblr, for glitching out my entire masterlist and every piece of work I’ve made over the years. Here’s the reupload. I hope the new gen enjoys this, and if you’re an old reader who liked my works in the past, I hope you enjoy the nostalgia?

A soulmate is a person who is ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. Your other half, the person that completed you, made you better, and understood you like no one else. It’s rare to find your soulmate. There’s billions of people in this world, so what’s the possibility you’d find yours?

The chances are you won’t. Although, it’s not impossible. There’s people who have had significant others even without finding their fated other half, but the yearning to find their soulmate has never faded.

Centuries ago, the gods were fed up by the pain put on mankind often caused by futile searches. One god and/or goddess (because we don’t discriminate) in particular decided to deal with the problem.

Thus, heterochromatic eyes became the solution. At birth, people receive two different colored eyes, the right yours and the other your soulmate’s. Upon meeting your soulmate’s eyes for the first time, your soulmate eye will return so that your eyes will match. The god made this system to assist mankind with finding their soulmate. To find true love. To find happiness.

However, that was a matter of opinion.

Todoroki Shouto doesn’t know about soulmates till he is 5. His mother is in the midst of comforting him again after a rather intense training session with his father. His small, beaten body curls at his mother’s lap. He sobs in pain and fear, tears staining her pants. She doesn’t mind. She’s more focused on trying to comfort her youngest son. Shouto’s mother presses her lips together, trying to contain her own tears, trying to be strong for him.

“I hate him, Mommy,” Shouto hiccups. It wracks his whole body. “I don’t want to be like him.”

It’s not unusual for his mother and him to end up like this, Shouto at his mother’s lap and her comforting him. It’s become a routine since he started training. But this time seems to last longer than most. The same comfort routine doesn’t work. He still cries and he hugs his mother close, burying his face into her stomach.

Shouto’s mother doesn’t know what to do but tries to stay calm. She pats his back softly, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. How else can she comfort her child?

Then she gets an idea.

“Shouto, have I ever told you about soulmates?” Shouto’s mother asks gently. She’s afraid a single word might shatter the boy.

For a second, Shouto pauses, his arms still wrapped around her waist. She takes it as a sign to continue.

“Do you know what soulmates are?”

He shakes his head into her stomach.

“Well, come out and I’ll tell you.”

And it works. Miraculously, Shouto stops crying and the tears are left forgotten. Instead he watches his mother, mesmerized as she tells him how their world works, of soulmates and how they would bring each other happiness, and fairy tales involving searches for soulmates, fights about soulmates, and other interesting tales.

The idea of happiness gives Shouto hope. He doesn’t notice as his mother gives him a strained smile.

After all, they are just fairy tales, and only fairy tales have a happy ending.

……..

Todoroki Shouto is 6 when he realizes he might not have a soulmate. It happens late at night when he wakes up to go to the bathroom. Once he finishes washing his hands, Shouto stares into his eyes on the bathroom mirror. He smiles tiredly. He’s still hopeful that he’ll one day meet his soulmate. Then he remembers his mother’s words.

“People are born with heterochromatic eyes, that means different colored eyes. The right eye’s their own eye color and the other their soulmate’s. And when they meet their soulmate’s eyes for the first time, their soulmate eyes will switch so that they become the same color.” His eyes widen in shock and his smile drops.

Between training with his father and being with his mother, he never took the time to notice his eyes. They aren’t different colors. They are the same.

At this, he rushes out of the bathroom to search for his mother. Why are his eyes the same color? Did he meet his soulmate already? Or did his mother make a mistake?

Shouto finds his mother in the kitchen. She’s talking on the phone, and he waits at the door to see if she’ll end the call. Her voice trembles as she speaks, “Mom, I know it’s not right, but I can’t do it anymore. They’re like him more and more everyday. And Shouto,” This catches his attention. “His left side, sometimes I look at him and hate what I see.”

What?

His mother’s figure shakes, closer to her breaking point. “I can’t raise him anymore. I shouldn’t raise him.”

“Mommy?” Shouto calls out.

His mother jolts in surprise before turning to him, her eyes dilated.

She’s not the same is his last thought, and he realizes his mistake.

Then everything burns, and Shouto doesn’t get the chance to ask about his eyes.

……..

Todoroki Shouto is forced to grow up when he concludes that soulmates are a hindrance. A pain. Up till the young age of 6, he only knew that soulmates were supposed to make each other happy. That’s what his mother tells him. He believes her.

Shouto was so focused on imagining his soulmate that he never thought to ask. If Father was her soulmate, why wasn’t she happy with him?

It isn’t until his mother is taken away when he realizes how broken the soulmate system is. Shouto despises it. Loathes it. He hates it almost as much as he hates his father. He remembers his mother every time he reminds himself why. He thinks about people like his mother who are stuck with people like his father, thinks about people who don’t want their soulmate, and people who choose someone else over their soulmate.

Shouto thinks about how there’s no choice. How happiness is not guaranteed.

Shouto knows that it doesn’t apply to everyone. There are many people who happily live with their soulmate. But he can’t help feeling jealous for those who are lucky enough to be matched with good people. People who can make each other happy.

……..

Todoroki Shouto is 10 when he accepts that he doesn’t have a soulmate. Since his mother was taken, he doesn’t think about soulmates a lot. He’s endured 4-5 years of training with his father. Forgotten what it feels like to be comforted by a mother. His brothers and especially his sister, Fuyumi, do what they can for him, but it’s not the same. Because of his father, Shouto is mostly separated from them. His father went so far as to put him in a different, more prestigious school in order to achieve his goal.

In his darkest times when only silence is there for him, Shouto tries to distract himself. Whether with training or something else productive to keep his mind occupied. He doesn’t care. He can’t stand doing nothing. He dislikes when he daydreams. He’s afraid it might give him false hope. But sometimes he stares in the mirror and finds himself wondering about his soulmate. What would it be like to meet them? Would they think his scar is ugly? Maybe-

Then Shouto looks at his eyes and remembers. They’re not heterochromatic. Not like his brothers’ or sister’s or everyone else in the world. They’re the same color. But strangely, his eyes aren’t the same color as his parents. Not a warm gray like his mother’s or a cold blue like his father’s. That part leaves him curious. None of his closest relatives have (eye color) eyes either as far as he knows.

When his brothers are out (if they’re around, they’ll tease him till he freezes them) and it’s only his sister at home, Shouto finally asks about his eyes and what they mean.

“Why are they the same color?”

Fuyumi’s eyes widen and she nearly drops the dish she’s washing. “What?”

“Why are my eyes the same color? Shouto asks again, a bit impatiently. He’s wanted a reasonable answer since he was younger. Fuyumi is smart. He figures she could at least give him one.

“I didn’t think you even cared about soulmates,” Fuyumi stops what she’s doing, turning to give him her full attention. “Why the sudden interest?”

“It’s clear that I haven’t met my soulmate, yet my eyes are both (eye color). M-” Shouto catches himself before he continues. “-I was told that everyone is born with heterochromatic eyes till they meet their soulmate. So… why?”

For a moment, Fuyumi stares at him in surprise. She’s never seen Shouto show interest in anything else except maybe training or studying. She asks, “Shouto, what do you know about soulmates?”

Shouto blinks, more impatient now that she’s answered his question with a question. “I know that everyone is born with heterochromatic eyes till they meet their soulmate, and when you meet them your eye color switches so they become the same,” he states robotically. He doesn’t add that they supposedly bring each other happiness.

He knows that’s not true.

“Well, not exactly. Not everyone is born with heterochromatic eyes,” Fuyumi answers. “It’s true that most are born with them, but there are the rare few who aren’t. I don’t know much, but I’ve heard that those who aren’t born with heterochromatic eyes don’t have soulmates. In my opinion, I think it’s a sign. A sign that they aren’t tied down by the soulmate system, by the gods, or the universe. A sign they’re free to make their own choice.”

Shouto says nothing. Then he thanks his older sister for her answer and leaves silently, contemplating.

Shouto doesn’t worry about his eyes after that. He used to when he was younger. He would fret about not having a soulmate. Now he feels slightly relieved.

He isn’t tied down to someone he might not even like.

……..

Todoroki Shouto is now 16 and has long forgotten about soulmates. Well, not entirely. He knows they exist and knows the soulmate system is broken, but he stops caring. Enduring 10-11 years of training with his father, Shouto is completely focused on rebelling against him and surpassing All Might. Nothing more, nothing less.

When he first becomes acquainted with his classmates, one of the first questions he gets is, why are your eyes the same color? Or, you met your soulmate already? His classmates aren’t the first to ask this personal question. Many others have asked. He gives the same answer every time.

“I don’t have one.”

The reaction varies depending on the person, but he’s used to it. People like Yaoyorozu Momo and Kirishima Eijiro politely apologize for prying. People like Uraraka Ochako and Midoriya Izuku nod in understanding, minding their own business. Then people like Bakugou Katsuki and Minoru Mineta have the audacity to laugh in his face because even they have soulmates.

(Shouto pities whoever’s stuck with them. He wonders how their soulmates could tolerate those two.)

Shouto isn’t mad or anything. His expression remains neutral, unfazed. None of that bothers him. Not anymore. Most are naturally curious and polite about it. He shouldn’t be angry at them. But when he sees the pity in their eyes, it makes him want to give frostbite and third degree burns as a reply instead.

He doesn’t need pity. He doesn’t need a soulmate. He’s done just fine on his own.

However, the topic of soulmates is popular. Unavoidable. Other Yuuei students, mostly girls for some reason, come up and ask him if he’s met his soulmate because of his eyes. He gives them the same answer.

“I don’t have one,” he replies.

“I don’t have one,” he clenches his fist.

“I don’t have one,” he says through gritted teeth.

Shouto gets tired of it and eventually stops answering the question. He hopes someone would spread a rumor or something for him.

Shouto sits at the lunch table eating his cold Soba with his friends. The word soulmate pops up again and he sighs, blocking out the conversation. Why is everyone so obsessed with soulmates? Can’t they see that the soulmate system wasn’t everything to life? He glances at his friends. They chatter amongst themselves as they talk about their soulmates and such. Then he looks away and focuses on eating his Soba.

They don’t mean to exclude him from the conversation. He knows that. They’re just trying to spare his feelings.

Shouto is surrounded by his friends and classmates, but he can’t help feel lonely.

……..

Todoroki Shouto is still 16 when he finally encounters his soulmate. He doesn’t know it but he does. It’s just before the Hero License Acquisition Exam. Class 1-A arrives at the national stadium in Takoba where they’ll be taking the exam, the atmosphere thick with teenage anxiety. It’s clear the students are nervous, but it fades into resolve as Aizawa finishes giving them a pep talk.

“Awesome. c'mon everybody, let’s go hatch into chicks!” Kirishima cheers, “Let’s hit out of the park like always!”

His loud, ecstatic voice catches the attention of others.

“Say it with me now, Plus…” No one notices the broad figure coming up behind him. “Ultra!”

“ULTRA!”

Everyone flinches in surprise before they turn to see a tall boy with a buzz cut standing behind Kirishima. The boy grins widely, adorning a school uniform and a signature cap.

Seeing his face, Shouto feels a spark of recognition but doesn’t react. He assumes he’ll remember him at some point.

“Don’t go crashing the circles of outsiders without invitation, Inasa,” a boy behind Inasa scolds.

“Ah, you’re right, please accept-” Inasa leans back “-my sincerest-” and throws himself forward. His skulls meets the ground with a crack. “-apologies!”

This guy is doing the lowest bow Shouto has ever seen. He doesn’t like it. It reminds him of Iida and Kirishima combined.

The chatter among the surrounding students increase as they realize that the students before Yuuei are Shiketsu Academy freshman.

“I’ve always wanted to say it at least once! ‘Plus Ultra’! I love Yuuei Academy! ” Inasa exclaims politely, standing again. “It’s such a pleasure, the highest honor, to be able to compete against Yuuei!”

“Ah, you’re bleeding,” a Shiketsu girl notes as the scrapes on his forehead well with blood, trickling down his face.

“Let’s go,” The boy who scolded Inasa begins walking to the stadium entrance. They follow without complaint.

Shouto hears from Midoriya that Inasa had the top qualification for the recommended spots, but he stops listening. Instead, he watches Inasa, his back turned to them now. Why does his face seem so familiar? He can’t remember and it annoys him.

Then someone walks up to Inasa in the same uniform as the rest of Shiketsu Academy.

Something about you pulls at Shouto’s heartstrings almost painfully. His eyes widen, pupils dilating.

Walking up to Inasa, your voice is calm as you begin to scold him. “Inasa, you should be more careful. I get you’re hot-blooded and all, but you need to chill. You get hurt over the littlest things.” You sigh, pulling out bandages and antiseptic from your bag. You begin to tend to his wounds before reaching the stadium.

“Sorry, (Last Name)-san. I’ll try to be more careful,” Inasa promises. He pats your head, grinning wider.

You swat his hand away and frown. “Don’t try. You will be more careful and stop being so extra all the time. Seriously, I can’t keep patching you up for dumb things like bowing.”

Your eyes don’t meet. Hell, you didn’t even look at him, but the way his heart pounds like a drum says it all.  Heat creeps up his neck slowly. His heartstrings feel like they’re being pulled and he almost groans as his chest aches, but it’s unlike any time he’s been injured. It’s more urgent.

Shouto decides he doesn’t like you.

So, I decided to try my hand at the downside of the soulmate system (because I’m tired of the bright side). Hope you enjoy the first episode of my soulmate au.

Splitting it into a few parts, not gonna be long though. May become a mini series? 

Episode 2 available in Masterlist

Got any requests or suggestions? Ask box is open.

[browniefox]

Above Drinking Age Isekai

Isekai - usually referring to Japanese stories (anime, manga, light novels or web novels) which involve the main character being transported into another world.

Phoenix, Miles, and Larry went to the magical world of Kesaii for six months when they were 9. Now, they're 24, and apparetly it isn't done with them just yet.

A series of scattered throughts and plot moments for this au.

1/?

oOo

There are some days when Phoenix doesn’t want to leave his apartment.

He’s familiar with everything in his apartment. He knows where all the items are, he knows how the light streams in through the windows, and which doors are a little squeaky, and he knows what to expect.

Outside his door? Back out on the streets? Who knew what he was going to see.

But Larry is wanted for murder, and Phoenix isn’t going to let his oldest friend get arrested for a crime he didn’t commit. He gets out of bed again, and puts on his blue suit, and bikes to the courthouse.

He almost hits a tree when he sees someone he knows.

He screeches to a halt, staring at the person. Their hair is longer than he remembers, and they’re dressed in casual clothes instead of the yukatas that were more popular in Mitama. They’re talking to a friend, and smiling, and he remembers that this voice sounded like a crisp autumn breeze and had brought the same chill physically, as if they were a slice of the season itself in mortal form. They had run their hands through Phoenix’s hair and smiled sweetly and told him to be careful, to remember that the leaves change color as they die but the tree isn’t dead, not yet, please remember that the tree hasn’t died.

Phoenix bites the inside of his mouth and starts peddling again.

It’s rude to stare, and he reminds himself that he’s never met that person before in his life.

oOo

There’s a lot of things adults don’t tell kids about magical fantasy worlds.

The first is that they exist.

The second is that settling back into home won’t ever feel quite the same.

Phoenix remembers stumbling out of the park with Larry right next to them. It wasn’t clear who was leaning on who, but they were both so terribly terribly tired. All of the rips and tears that had been magically mended over the past few months are all back at once. Phoenix lost one of his sandals at one point, and it makes his already-limping gait even more pronounced. One of his hands keeps going up and grabbing at his collarbone where his catalyst is supposed to be. It should be there, it’s always there, but now it’s suddenly and jarring gone.

“A-any sign of M-miles?” Phoenix stutters, looking around. His head is pounding. Thinking hurts. The light hurts. Every part of him feels sore and tired. Some part of him recognizes where they are, recognizes the so so familiar city, but the rest of him hasn’t entirely caught on yet. He has only one thought in mind, one goal.

“Not yet.” Larry grunts.

There’s a gasp from somewhere to their right and they both spin around. A surge of adrenaline rushes through Phoenix, enough to stand on his own for a moment. He reaches for the magatama - and again, his hand closes on empty air. Larry is running his fingers through the hair on the side of his head, as if the paintbrush that was supposed to be tucked behind his ear had somehow gotten lost in the short strands.

“Oh my god,” An adult is looking at them, hand to her mouth, “Oh. my. God! You’re those-those-those kids! From the tv!” She rambles. Phoenix looks over at Larry and Larry shrugs. She’s clearly human, not one of the noxious.

“E-excuse me, ma’am,” Phoenix says, taking a step forward. Larry clearly picks up on the fact that his legs are shaking and quickly resumes his position helping him stay standing, “M-ma’am, have you seen a-a-another kid, our age, gray ha-air?”

The woman isn’t listening to them. She’s pulled out a phone and has it held up to her ear.

“I don’t think she’s going to be much help.” Larry says and Phoenix nods.

“Maybe we left him, uh, left him in the park?” Phoenix considers. Larry shrugs, but they start to turn around and head back the way they came from.

“Wait! Stop! No, it’s okay, I’m going to help you, alright? The police are on their way, and I’ll, I’ll,” The woman digs around in her purse and then pulls out a black cylinder, “I’ll hurt anybody who tries to hurt you again, okay? I promise, you’re going to be safe!” The woman assures them. Phoenix looks over at Larry once more. Larry seems as confused as he is.

“No, that’s okay, we just need to find Edgey.” Larry tells her. There’s a loud and piercing whine and it’s not helping at all. Phoenix screws up his face and shakes his head as if it’ll help with the headache. It doesn’t. It’s only getting worse, and he sits down on the ground, holding his head in his hands, “Whoa, Nicky, you okay?”

“Y-yeah, just… just tired. You know how I am after, after…” Phoenix’s voice drifts off as he loses focus. His heart is beating in his chest and it hurts like a deep set longing. The world seems to shut down around him until all he can hear is that beating. His eyes are shut, but he swears if he opened them he’d see the Heart of Kesaii before him, still and silent.

That’s the last thing Phoenix remembers of that first night back on Earth.

oOo

Phoenix makes some rules for himself.

They help keep him going, especially in the very early days, when he half expects to find himself in the magical land of Kesaii at any second but he’s still trying to be normal around everybody else.

The first rule is not to mention Kesaii. It’s an unsaid rule between himself and Larry. Phoenix had tried, only once, to his mom when he first saw her again after the six months away. He’d said ‘I know you probably didn’t go to Kesaii, but does everybody go to a magical world?’ She’d worried and fretted over him, checking his temperature and completely baffled by the yukata he was wearing. She’d never answered, but she’d given him a very worried look, and then Phoenix had remembered seeing her on the other side of a raging river, trying to shout to her, and never being heard, never being understood, and he has his answer all the same.

The second rule is to ignore all of his memories. They can’t be trusted anymore, because he’s never shouted to his mom while standing on the other side of a raging river, the spray of it almost soaking him, chilling him to the bone as he tries to tell her, trying to get her to understand him. It never happened, and yet the memory is nestled in his head just like the rest of them. So he tries to make sure to reintroduce himself to everybody and make as few references to past events as possible.

The third rule is the first rule, but again, because he can’t be too careful.

The fourth rule is that he needs to find Miles.

He doesn’t know where Miles lives anymore. Miles never told them. He’d said that maybe, once they go the Heart beating again, he’d tell them what had happened to them. That moment never came, though, so Phoenix is left to try and find him.

He starts wearing a necklace. It’s not his magatama, not his catalyst, but it’s a weight around his neck and it’s like a safety blanket, a comfort. He notices how often Larry has pencils behind his ear after that, tucked where his own catalyst used to go.

They rarely talk about Kesaii, even to each other. Phoenix wonders if Larry keeps waking up and expecting to be back there, if everytime he closes his eyes he can hear the silence of the Heart, how his own heartbeat sounds mocking, a laughter in his own chest as it mocks their own failure.

Probably not. That’s probably just another ‘him’ thing.

oOo

“I can’t go back.”

It’s almost a whisper, but Phoenix chokes it out of his throat anyway. The young girl who had been kneeling next to Mia (her dead dead dead dead body) has woken back up and she blinks at him with sad and confused eyes.

“Huh?”

“I can’t go back, not right now,” Phoenix repeats himself with more force. He’d recognize those robes anywhere. Everyone in Mitama had own them. Phoenix himself had worn a version of them for the duration of his stay in that other world, “My boss - friend - Chief - is, is, is dead, and I need to, to do something about that, and I’m so close now, so close to actually really finding Miles, and-and-and I can’t go back right now, okay?” Phoenix flings the words out there and he realizes that he’s crying. His heart beat sounds too loud and erratic. His face is wet.

“You’re… Phoenix, right?” The girl says, slowly.

“Phoenix Wright.” Phoenix agrees and gives a strangled half-laugh half-sob. He’s shaking. Mia’s death feels like it’s only just becoming solid to him. God, he’d felt her body grow cold.

“I’m Maya. Maya Fey,” The girl says, “I’m Mia’s sister.”

“Mia’s… sister? Mia was from Kesaii?” Phoenix asks. Something isn’t adding up here.

“We’re from Kurain. I don’t know what Kesaii is.” She tells him. Phoenix nods numbly at that. It doesn’t make sense, because she’s dressed like she’s from the Mitama kingdom, and yet she’s here on Earth and Mia Fey’s sister and nothing makes sense anymore, nothing. “M-my sister, she’s-”

She doesn’t get through the rest of the sentence before Phoenix has surged forward and wrapped his arms around her. She’s warm, unlike Mia’s dead corpse in the other room, and her arms secure themselves around him. She’s sobbing into his shoulder now, both of them trembling like leaves in a storm.

Maybe nothing makes sense, but Phoenix knows that this girl is that little sister Mia was always talking about, and this girl just lost her sister, and holding her right now is all he can do for her.

“Police! Open up!”

There’s the sound of a door trying to slam open and Phoenix looks over to the front door to the office. It’s rattling to be opened, trying so hard to swing inwards, but there’s cold metal chain criss-crossing it and keeping it from opening up.

Phoenix shuts his eyes and shakes his head. He must be seeing things.

When he opens them again, the chains are gone, the door swings open, and the police flood into the room.

oOo

There’s never a good chance to talk to Miles during the case, and Phoenix wonders if at some point over the last fifteen years he missed his chance of actually really finding Miles Edgeworth. The man before him is a mockering of the boy Phoenix once knew, and it hurts him to his core.

The morning after the case is done, Phoenix wakes up and goes through his usual routine. His alarm clock blares at him and he sits up, sleep and dreams making his brain all foggy. He grabs his magatama off his desk, slipping it around his neck, and stumbling into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He sways on his feet and thinks about all the clean up that still needs to be done to the office. He doesn’t know how to get blood out of carpet, but he’s going to find out today. There’s also all the glass shards, and he hopes they’ll be big enough to easily pick out of the carpet. Maybe he should just see about getting an entirely new carpet. Oh, but that’s going to be so much money, and he’s only had two clients, one who never paid him and one who he took on pro bono. Hm, maybe-

Wait.

Wait.

Wait a fucking second.

Phoenix eyes, which had drifted closed as he scrubbed at his molars, snap open and star at his chest in the mirror. Specifically, they lock onto the green stone that is hanging from his neck. Chains come off of either side of it, fading completely and seamlessly into the gem where they meet it, and then the two chains cross over each other behind his neck. The rest of the chains wave through the air like streamers in a gentle breeze, simply turning their noses up at gravity.

Phoenix almost chokes on his toothpaste. He coughs and spits it into his sink. He reaches up and grabs his magatama, and his hand really does close around the smooth surface. It’s just barely warm enough to be unnatural.

“What,” Phoenix whispers under his breath, “The fuck.”

[we-always-hit-our-ass]

I just read your fluffy headcannons with Toye and they are p e r f e c t. Made me realise how much I needed this and I was hoping if you could do one with Ron Speirs. 😔✊

anon, im incredibly happy that you think my Toye hcs were perfect- i also totally get you, anon. we all need some soft speirs hcs in our lives and i will do exactly that! 😩👌💞💕

btw im incredibly sorry that i took so long to write these hcs but hopefully you enjoy them!

Taglist: @floydtab, @deldontplay, @thatsonefishyboi, @noneofurbusinez, @meteora-fc, @hufflepuffpancakes​, @hihosilvers​, @rayleighshughes

shoutout to my wifey @floydtab for helping me on these hcs, this probably wouldn’t have existed without you- you gave me so much inspo i love you ma’am 💞💕

Fluffy/General Ronald Speirs HCs

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Let’s get one thing clear here- Ron is a cold bitch but is ACTUALLY a big softie.

Only for you anyway, but no one else except you two need to know that-

Like Ron will subtly do things to impress you, and you’re just like, 'You dont have to do that I love you too fucking much already, stop tryna make me fall for you again-'

But you always appreciate it anyways because you know that this boy just wants the best for you-

Ron is straightforward and makes it his daily goal to make you happy-

If you’ve had a bad day, Ron will literally go and get your favorite food/drink/thing to immediately make you feel better, and it works 100% of the time.

Aaah- This man lowkey cares a lot in the relationship and he’s just but a bit worried and is self conscious.

But you just tell him that he's enough and that you'll love him no matter what.

After that he'll just immediately hug you and you would press kisses on his jawline while softly rubbing his back to reassure him that you’re there.

Soft declarations of love are always said and done between the two of you and you knew that you couldn’t live without it.

It was practically essential at this point and you’d never ever get tired of Ron saying ‘I love you’.

Ron is also very protective of you but he’s embarrassed to admit it.

The amount of times he almost yeeted someone because they either made you mad/uncomfortable have been endless.

Like they better HOPE that Speirs doesn’t find their address-

Ron isn’t really big on PDA but he will not hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist, and even sometimes he’ll sit you on his lap while he nuzzles his face on the side of your neck.

It’s just a personal preference of Ron’s and he just doesn’t want people to exactly see something that is intimate, you feel?

Even though he prefers to keep your relationship private, he would always softly call you endearing terms in your ear in public.

He prefers to love you in private, and he thinks that it feels more special that way.

Ron acts the complete opposite when you two are alone or behind closed doors. He’s extremely passionate and every single touch light yet intense.

Ron cannot keep his hands off you and he cherishes every moment he shares with you. 

He just loves the fact that you feel so right in his hold, like you two were always meant to be.

He loves everything about you and wouldn’t change a single thing about yourself, I promise you that.

Ron is also a MAJOR worrywart, like if he even heard you whisper ‘ow’, you better bet that he’s going to ZOOM his ass to you.

He also doesn’t express his worries verbally- oh no- his actions speak for him. He’ll hold you in his arms and will ACTUALLY kiss the area where you hurt yourself.

Ron just wants you to be alright and will fret over you even if it’s just a papercut.

Ron is also very discreet about your relationship and God forbid anyone from seeing him being soft towards you. (And God help them even more if they decide to bring it up.)

Ron constantly thinks how amazing you are while you’re right next to him with your hands in his.

He’s always extremely happy around you and he absolutely loves playing with your hair and it’s so cute.

Soft forehead kisses for this man are a must and he can’t help but smile when you press your lips softly against his skin.

Ron is definitely an athletic man and he adores swimming.

There have been countless times where Ron would take you to a lake just so he can swim with you.

When you’re done changing Ron will scoop you up and just straight up jump into the water.

Cue the WHOLESOME AS FUCK experience, thank you very much.

It’s always serene and the air is always filled with laughs as you and Ron splash each other endlessly.

Kisses are always pressed against your wet cheek whenever you two go swimming 

You’d also cradle his face in your hands as you’d stare lovingly into his eyes.

But you’d always finish swimming before him though and you’d admire him as he’d do laps.

Like Ron’s so beautiful, look at that man, he’s so fucking out of this world- 

He might or might not have been trying to impress you by doing laps, but that's a secret we'll never know-

When you’re finally dry, Ron comes up behind you as he just got out of the water and hugs you, causing you to be wet all over again.

Ron also has a special spot in his heart that is reserved for playgrounds. Like when he’s walking with you and he spots one his eyes LIGHT up and you don’t need words to tell what he was thinking.

Ron loves pushing you on the swings and your laugh and smile just keep him GOIN-

He’ll also wrap his arms around your waist as he’s behind you when you’re sliding on the slides-

The childlike wonder in Ron comes out whenever he sees a playground and that’s one of Ron’s many quirks that you loved-

Like literally the main reason he likes going to playgrounds more now is so he can just see your joyful expressions and sweet laugh-

Okokok, Ron Speirs might seem like a cat, but please believe me when I say that he adores dogs!

You could see the absolute love in his eyes when he sees Trigger and you just had the most perfect idea on what to get him for Christmas.

You fell in love with a little Bernese Mountain Dog puppy (please, please, please search them up- they’re adorable) and your plan was set in motion.

You immediately knew that Ron would love him too.

The lil pup was a pure fluffball of sunshine and this boy was bound to bring lots of joy during the holidays-

BUT HOLY SHIT YOU DID NOT EXPECT YOUR BOYFRIEND’S REACTION TO BE SO CUTE WTF-

When you presented the tiny bundle of fluff to Ron, you could see waves of euphoria emitting off of him-

You knew that Ron was already a man of a few words but he was just rendered speechless (in a good way, of course) when his eyes laid upon the Bernese puppy.

“Milo.”

“Ron- What?”

“His name is going to be Milo.”

You have caught Ron multiple times with Milo on his lap and it’s fucking adorable.

Ron would also fall asleep with Milo in his arms and you swore you were going to take a picture of that and frame it-

Milo’s energetic and bouncy personality somehow complimented Ron’s steady and calm one.

 It’s a beautiful dynamic and it just works in the best way possible.

Okokok I’ve rambled enough, but have I mentioned how caring and amazing Ron is? Yeah? Well screw it, here’s more-

Ron is a little spoon half of the time but he’ll never admit it like the stubborn cutie that he is-

You love holding him in your arms and he loves it all the same too!

But Ron is such a good fucking boyfriend, it’s making me ascend-

When you’d fall asleep in your desk while doing work, Ron would ALWAYS carry you back to your shared bedroom and lay you down gently on the bed.

Ron will get on the bed and he’d be the big spoon as he’d crawl into bed with you. 

But then you’d turn to face him in your sleep and you’d instinctively pull him closer and your cheek would be resting on chest 

Oml- I can’t the scene is too goddamn wholesome-

Buuuut if you fall asleep on the couch, Ron would bring a nice fluffy blanket to cover you and he’d sit next to you and he’d fall asleep while making sure you were ok-

You never liked waking up or mornings before, but mornings with Ron? Oh yeah, you were DOWN for that-

Ron’s fluffy tousled hair in the morning is GOLDEN and when you’d push it back to reveal his sleepy but hella handsome face, it’s fucking over I swear-

Ron also feels the same when he wakes up next to you and he genuinely thinks that it’s like waking up to an angel-

But Ron’s husky voice when he wakes up is 😩👌💕, is there anymore to say???

You’d two would just stay in bed cuddling with Milo by your side during the few hours of the morning and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Ron was known and cemented as a hardened, scary, and stern soldier, but you didn’t mind one bit. 

Because to you... Ron was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to your life, and you couldn’t care less as to what other people thought of him. 💞

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oooooh i’m probably deceased by now, so boo- but the afterlife can wait im proud of writing these hcs!

i hope you enjoyed these hcs lovely anon and i also hope that it was good enough!

but thank you for reading, everybody, i appreciate it so much- 💞💞😩

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Protea (Part 2)

It hurts. It hurts terribly. Agonizingly. She sinks deeper and deeper and the water around her seems to bubble and boil. She sees a face and then several of them and then many more. They all watch her.

They are all around her but her gaze is still fixed on the first one. It is quite lovely. Lovely and terrifying in synchrony. Like an erupting volcano it is intense, splendid, and promising of demise. That face fades into the background and the others circle around her.

For a moment her vision is obscured by a thick cloud of bubbles. They flit and flick about like moth-wasps. She thinks that she can hear them buzzing. When they clear the faces are all scowling at her. They are twisted and ugly. Evil.

They want something.

They all swarm closer. Closer… Closer…

She bolts upright and shakes her head. It doesn’t matter how much or how hard she shakes it, the dream never leaves her head. It is always there replaying in different variations and tones. But those faces, they are always there. Always watching. Sometimes she feels them watching her well into waking. She shudders. It is still dark out, she ought to roll on over and get back to sleep. Especially now that she has a new job. She smiles to herself, Mohi will be proud if she can make this one work. Especially since she hasn’t really been able to hold a job; if it wasn’t tardiness it was getting mouthy with her employer. If it wasn’t snark and wits it was brawling on the job. And sometimes that wasn’t even her fault, sometimes they just came to her. She thinks that this is why Mohi moved from Hira’a to the Capital. Something about a fresh start and no enemies.

She sits still for some time, staring at the moonrays that spill through the cracked window. The draft that comes through it is cool on her face, refreshingly so after so many sweltering Fire Nation nights.

She stretches her arms and pulls herself out of bed. Ultimately she has no desire to plunge back into the waters of her nightmare. Slipping out of the house isn’t so difficult, Mohi and her sons sleep heavy. She wishes that she could do the same but she supposes that being up so early has its perks. Namely she can slink about the city and swipe a few goods from mostly unmonitored food carts and trinket stalls. And when she isn’t in a swiping sort of mood she can jump from roof to roof, swing from railing to balcony, leap over walls and on top of stacks of crates. It is a hobby but it keeps her both fit and entertained. It gives her something to feel special about when Zenyul and Kaz overzealously dance around with their flames.

She takes a step into the cracked city streets. They are littered with trash, mostly discarded posters, broken glass, and piles of excess coal that the factories were too lazy to carry out of the city. Apparently the outskirts worked just as well, out of sight out of mind; really there was no harm, the outskirts of Capital City are already dirty.

The wind carries the scent of sulfur and factory waste as it smacks against her face. She bunches her nose and gives a little cough, she hates windy days. This doesn’t really matter either, she will be in the inner city soon enough and the offensive odors will transition into more pleasurable scents like sizzling skewers, poignant spices, and upper class perfumes.

She finds herself a building to scale. Find might not be the best way to put it, she has found this building quite some time ago and it had quickly become her favorite with its rickety and rusty ladder and its crumbling smoke stacks. On the first week it had been something of a playground to her and she is still discovering little quirks and treasures within; new places to climb up or crawl into. Height, or lack there of gives her the ability to slip into all of those tight places. All the while it makes it harder for her to reach certain places, she has yet to reach the top of the tallest smoke stack. She has climbed it from the inside but it had eventually grown too tight even for her. From the outside, she can never quite stretch her arm far enough to reach a possible handhold. She promises herself that she will make it up there one day. For now she settles for climbing as high as she can.

From her new vantage point, she feels free. Free and above people she otherwise never would be. The inner city skyline glistens like gold or sunshine or something pretty and poetic, she never really has the right words for it. But it is splendid, a goal even higher and less reachable than getting to the top of the smokestack. Most opulantly of all is the palace palace. She spies it’s gleaming multi-tiered roof. Even without the sunlight to cast it in the most flattering light, it still sparkles and glints and outshines the rest of the city.

By the time she shimmies her way down the smokestack her hands and clothes are as dirty and smudged as the palace is pristine. Her feet meet the floor with a dust-kicking thud. She wipes her hands on her pants and climbs back over the fence. She ought to make her way into the inner city before the sun can rise and spoil her fun.

She makes it there with the ease and quickness that only familiarity and routine can provide. It still takes a good hour or so, but she has leaned the quick routes and the ones that take her past the street gangs and their drug trades.

This is the trip that finally wears a hole in her shoe, just one more tatter among many. She guesses that that’s what her new job will get her first. The vendors almost never leave shoes, clothes, and jewelry unsurveyed.

She ought not with her shoes growing battered, but she can’t resist scrambling up a pile of crates and discarded boards. She balances upon a beam that has yet to be thrown out. With luck, they will drop it off at the old industrial factory so that she can have more discarded war machines and parts to enjoy. She leaps from the beam to a balcony. It is always a risk to use the inner city balconies, sometimes they spot her. Granted she is too quick for them to catch her so she doesn’t fret it too much.

She worries over other things. And she can’t seem to outpace them no matter how many buildings she weaves in and out of. The thoughts follow her and the more she thinks on it, the less she feels she is suited for this new job. It had been such an impulse volunteering. She’s no good for it and the woman running the shop didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic to have an assistant. She can’t imagine that she’d be particularly hurt if she didn’t show.

.oOo.

Mai inhales deeply. She shouldn’t be surprised that the woman hasn’t shown up. It was a joke or an attempt to blend in until whoever had it out for her had come to pass. Mai thinks that it is mostly her own fault for humoring the woman and then getting her hopes up. For putting her faith in someone who clearly takes few things seriously. But she has quite stupidly brought an excess of flowers under the impression that she’d be having help.

She turns around and lifts the first few flower pots to be arranged and scoffs when she finds that one of them has broken, spilling dirt everywhere. She hears the shuffle of feet on cobblestone. “I’m not open yet.” She grumbles without averting her gaze from the mess.

“‘S fine, I’m not here to buy anything. But I can clean that up for you, my hands are already dirty.”

“I didn’t think that you were going to show up.”

“Me neither.” She shrugs. She stoops down and begins pushing the dirt into a neat pile.

“I have a broom.”

“And I have hands that work just fine.”

Mai rolls her eyes, “If that’s how you want to do it.” She shrugs.

“It’s already done.” The woman declares.

Mai looks at the woman’s dirty hands and sighs. “You’re going to have to clean them…”

The woman quirks a brow, rubs her hands on her pants, and lifts them up.

“Close enough.” Mai grumbles. “Help me set this up.” She gestures to the flower pots.

The woman nods. “I’m pretty good at arranging things.”

“I usually put the poppy and violets in the front and…”

The woman is already arranging them in her own way. “I think that these yellow ones look nice by these orange ones. Pinks also go nice with them. Like a sunset, ya know? And we should put the bright ones in front because they’ll draw more attention.” She moves a few deeply colored violets and poppy and switches them out for the dahlia, marigold, and fire lily.

“Ugg, the bright ones make me nauseous.”

“But they make your customers notice the stall. See.” She points to a couple wandering near.

“I guess.” Mai shrugs before turning to her customers. For some time they mutter between themselves occasionally pointing at one flower or another. The woman seems to watch them with much more intensity than she ought.

“I don’t know…” Says the man as he strokes his chin. His companion shuffles on her feet and shrugs. “Well what do you think she’d like?” He asks.

His companion gives another shrug. “She’s your sister.”

Mai drums her fingers upon the counter, she wishes that people would decide what flowers to get before they approach her stall.

“What are the flower for?” The woman asks.

“My sister just had a baby.”

“Lilies!” The woman declares and picks up a potful of white lily.

“Why lily?” Asks the man’s companion.

“They’re soft and pretty like babies.”  The woman declares quite boldly. Mai rolls her eyes, much too boldly for something that sounds like improvisation. “Lilies are supposed to represent innocence.”

“Really?” The man asks.

The woman nods. “Back in Hira’a I knew a woman who had a garden. She always said that lilies are pure, especially the white ones.”

“What do you think?” The man’s companion asks.

Mai shrugs. “Yeah, lilies are soft and pure.”

“Sounds good to me.” The man passes her a few coins as the woman hands his partner the flowerpot.

Mai watches them wander back into the crowd. Truthfully, she doesn’t think that she has ever gotten a customer so soon after opening. “Maybe you’re right about putting the bright flowers in front.” She admits. She also finds herself admitting that the woman reminds her of her aunt in a way, prattling about what characteristics each flower represents.

“It’s all about presentation!” She declares. “You arrange them all nice and pretty and then you talk about what each one is supposed to mean, draws people right in.”

“Have you sold flowers before?”

She shakes her head. “I sold other things though. Rocks and trinkets, stuff I found laying around, and fireworks. Lots of fireworks.”  

So the woman is a scavenger. “I swear to Agni, if you’re one of those people who gets all crazy over shiny things, I’m gonna puke.”

“Want me to get you an empty flowerpot?”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I got lots of shiny things, see.” She pulls her necklace out from under her shirt. Each charm--though she uses charm quite loosely--is fixed on a thick rope cord. She sees a bent and slightly rusty spoon, a key, a few beads, a dull razor blade, and small shards of metal. The woman tucks it back under her shirt before she can pick out any more knick knacks.

“Interesting.”

“Thanks, I made it myself.”

Mai nods and folds her arms across her chest. “So you really don’t have a name?”

“That’s right.” The woman nods.

“Then what am I supposed to call you?”

“Most people just say, ‘hey, you!’ or ‘streetrat!’ Mohi and her sons usually just tap me on the shoulder or something.”

“Do you actually answer to streetrat?”

“Sure. I don’t really care what people call me.” She gives a dismissive hand gesture.

“I’m not going to call you that…” Mai trails off. Something in her stirs with discomfort or maybe bitterness on behalf of the woman. She’s much too energetic, disorganized, and somewhat grubby but she’s got determination and diligence. Truth be told, Mai thinks that she has an intelligence about her, one that might be lost on even she. “I don’t think that you’re a streetrat.”

She gives a hum. “Not entirely, no. Coulda been though.” She pauses. “You can name me if you want.”

Mai blinks, “you want me...to name you?”

“Sure, if that makes things easier.”

“I can’t just come up with a name for you on the spot.”

“Sure you can, people do it all the time.”

“Well I want to call you something that fits you.”

“How are you gonna decide what fits?”

“I guess it’ll come to me when I get to know you better.”

Her eyes seem to light up. “I can take you to the industrial park after you close the shop.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I don’t have much going on and Mohi doesn’t mind me going there as long as I come home first, ya know, so she knows that I’m not dead or something. She gets worried that the Iwaken are gonna get me.” She pauses. “So I’ll say hello to Mohi and then we can go to the industrial park.”

Mai very nearly groans; she hadn’t meant to talk her way into a spontaneous outing with a bizarre character, and at an probably dirty and shady industrial park of all places. She opens her mouth to decline but the woman is looking at her with such delight…

“I haven’t been able to make many friends since coming to Capital City, everyone is so uptight here.”

This time Mai does groan. “Alright, fine. We can go to the industrial park.” She very well could suggest a trip to a restaurant or to a nature path or something of a more mundane variety. But Agni if she hasn’t been longing for a break from the monotony. Things have been rather drab without any national catastrophes and with TyLee having off with the Kyoshi warriors again.

The woman flashes her a grin and Mai thinks that she might have just made the right decision. “We can always close early and…”

“Nice try. You have a full day of work ahead of you.”

[skvaderarts]

Hiraeth Chapter 42: Malignancy

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Chapter Forty-Two: Malignancy

Note: This chapter is late, but ironically because I decided to add 2.6K more words to it at the last minute. It was done. I just had no self-control and simply had to show you a glimpse of what’s to come! No point in saving it until next week! I’m inspired NOW!

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Softly, in the distance, there was a subtle thumping, so light and indistinguishable that it was perceivably a dream. Some barely lucid receptor in the innermost recesses of his mind had managed to pick up on the faint whisper of a sound, and now he found himself gradually approaching consciousness, resentful, but otherwise unable to deny the fact that there was indeed a knocking sound. Slowly but surely, it became more prominent, and then it was followed by an even stranger sound. A barely audible creaking that he struggled to identify the source of. It seemed that in this state, thinking was beyond him.

Clicking followed after it, at first miles away, and then very near. It was rhythmic and steady, unhurried in its pace. In fact, it was just that: there was a pace at all. Perhaps the sound of a heel upon hardwood? Regardless, it was accompanied by two more sets of similar sounds, one too soft to clearly hear, and another thudding heavily with not a single care shown towards the possibility of causing a disturbance.

But just before he could get a clearer idea of what might be going on with his surroundings, it occurred to him that he wasn’t entirely sure why he couldn’t see anything. After all, in order to see, all he needed to do was open his eyes, right? So why wouldn’t his body cooperate with him and allow him to do just that? Perhaps there was something more at play here. And as if the universe itself had heard his thoughts, a voice suddenly spoke.

“Hey Magnolia… is he… you know...?”

There was a shuffle as though someone had either stood or adjusted their stance. And then a second voice spoke, this one much more recognizably feminine than the last. Well, at least from what he could tell. He wasn’t entirely sure that he could trust his senses to help him form an accurate opinion of anything right now. 

“Fret not love, he’s simply asleep. Said he was having a hard time doing that as of late, so I fixed him a tonic and mixed a little into some tea. He’s, um… been like this ever since. I’m sure he’s fine, though. Never met anyone tougher.”

“Oh, he’s “sleeping”? That’s what he’s doing. Yea. Got it. Glad we cleared that up.”

Entirely sure that he recognized that first voice, he finally managed to get at least one muscle in his body to respond to his attempts to move. And then slowly each ligament and joint in his body released itself from the vice-like hold that he had been under and he was able to move what he thought was his right foot. And then his leg. But to be honest, he wasn’t even sure that it was the same leg that the foot he was able to move to was attached to. What a sorry state he was in.

“Well, I think it might have worked a bit too well for my tastes. But it’s gonna take quite a bit more than that to put him in the grave. We both know that. But I don’t think it matters much now. I think he’s finally waking up.”

“You’ve got a point… Bottle some of that for me? I might need it for something in the future. You never know when it comes to my dear big brother.”

Now he recognized both of those voices clearly. It was Magnolia and Dante. Yes, how could he ever forget his brother’s voice. He must have been completely out of it. Opening his eyes, he was only slightly alarmed when he realized that Lucia was in the room with them as well. That did explain the third set of shoes he’d heard, and it made sense that she would still be accompanying Dante. She was his guest, after all, and they were well acquainted. He still hadn’t quite gotten used to how much of a departure she was from his other companions. Much too intellectual and skilled to be one of his brother’s companions. She was quite the outlier indeed. But he appreciated a change in personality, especially one that he might actually be willing to tolerate speaking to.

“Welcome back to the waking world, sunshine,” Magnolia said with a bright smile, her messy hair hanging in her face as she bent over and purposefully got in his personal space. He moved back slightly after she pulled away, realizing several seconds after that that his reaction had been quite delayed. It seemed that his brain and his muscles were catching up, but had not quite met in the middle just yet.

“Never give me that again. I have no idea what you put in that tea, but it is entirely too potent.” Vergil seemed genuinely disheveled, not at all his normally well-put-together self. She stood up shakily and adjusted his shoulders, apparently slightly stiff from lying halfway on the floor in a kneeling position with his face down on the bed. Understandable. 

As soon as he collected himself, he pointed towards Dante, a slightly shaky but otherwise serious look on his face. He clearly disapproved of his younger twin’s statement. Under absolutely no circumstances was he going to allow Dante’s request to come to fruition. “And do not give him any of it, either. He will absolutely abuse that power. I should know.” 

“Like you wouldn’t? I haven't forgotten what you just did earlier this year. We grew up in the same house, Vergil. We're twins. I know you better than you think I do.” Dante chuckled slightly, shrugging and allowing his arms to fall against his sides with an audible flop. If Vergil meant to imply that either of them should be trusted with something like that concoction that Magnolia had, then he was sorely mistaken. But at least Dante wasn’t in denial about it. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter right now. We have bigger problems. Much bigger problems.”

Magnolia nodded and went to sit in the chair next to the door. She didn’t exactly feel the need to keep standing in the middle of the room uselessly or too close up under Vergil. Invading his personal space for extended periods of time was a fantastically bad idea. It was like punching a snake in the mouth, except even more likely to end with you dead. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. But either way, he’s right. You need to get up. There’s kind of a… situation. If you wanna call it that.”

Vergil looked at both of them for a moment, unsure of what could be going on. After all, he was relatively certain that the Ludwig estate was one of the safer places that they could be. Nothing was going to get in here that they didn’t want in here, especially demons. No demon in its right mind would even bother with attacking a place like this. There were simply far too many powerful witches that could end their lives to contend with. A quick glance at Lucia revealed that she seemed uncomfortable, perhaps worried. He was unaccustomed to seeing such a look on her face. That by itself told him that something more substantial was going on. 

Wait a moment. Where was everyone else? Magnolia had been here already, but Dante and Lucia were alone. Where were… 

And then he felt it. The sinking sensation that he had felt on several occasions as of late when something simply wasn’t right. He had felt it when his two intrepid sons had ventured to Fortuna castle, when they had gone into the wilderness and falling right into the hands of the very people they had been trying to avoid, and most recently, when V had disappeared with Sirrus a few days ago and nearly bled to death on the front walk of that grocery store. More had happened while he was unconscious than he realized, and he needed to know what was going on. Now. 

“Where are they?” The hostility in that statement was apparent. He wasn’t even going to attempt to dismiss or conceal how obviously alarmed he was. Vergil didn’t care. For once, he would love for his younger brother to tell him that his assumption was incorrect, but he knew deep down that he was right. It was just something that he felt deep within himself. While he had been indisposed, something had changed drastically. And this time, he couldn’t tell which one of them it was. He had to know where they were right now, and no one in this building who wanted to live was going to stand between him and that goal if they had any self-preservation instincts.

Lucia, Magnolia, and Dante exchanged looks before Lucia pointed towards the door, unsure of what else to really do in a situation like this. She was certain that his eyes had just turned red for a moment, and he seemed like he was in quite the hurry. She was more than smart enough to know not to get in his way. If she wasn’t, she probably wouldn’t still be here. “From what we know, in the tower upstairs. It’s around the-.”

Before she could say anything further, a gust of air blew through the room, and the door slammed shut. Vergil was nowhere to be seen. Lucia blinked, still processing the fact that he could move that quickly. She’d seen him fight, so it wasn’t new information in that regard, but the idea that he could just rocket out of a room like that if he wanted to, and that he could then teleport on top of that and possessed a sword that could open portals to new locations… just how did anyone get the drop on someone like that? Had anyone ever actually managed to do it before?

A glance over at Magnolia and Dante told her that this wasn’t the kind of reaction that he normally had to something like this. The plucky botanist seemed visibly worried, and Dante seemed to be considering something. Quietly. Yes, something wasn’t right about this. “What are you thinking, Dante?”

He turned slightly towards the door and then looked over his shoulder at her. His expression was hard to read, but his brow was furrowed slightly, and he had folded his arms over his chest. He nodded at Magnolia who then jogged out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. Lucia didn’t have the slightest idea where she was going, but one could only wonder. Dante then turned back towards her and gestured towards the door with a tilt of his head. “I’m thinking I need to figure out where this tower is before Vergil reduces this entire building to a pile of rubble and stylish bricks. We need to get going. At least we know where he’s going.”

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The barrier of darkness that had once obscured his gaze had parted slowly, nearly suffocating him as he attempted to press forward. For a moment, he considered turning back, genuinely unable to tell if he was making any progress or just slowly killing himself in an attempt to reach a destination with dubious beneficial applications to his overall situation. His lungs strained for the oxygen that this seemingly never-ending doorway couldn’t provide, and just as he was going to start quietly panicking and trying to figure out which direction he had just come from, he tumbled forward into an open space.

V panted heavily as his lungs took in too much air in far too small of a window of time, his chest burning and his muscled strained. He was aware of the fact that he was just laying on the floor in a strange room in front of god knew who, but he honestly didn’t care. The discomfort was all-encompassing. All he could concentrate on at that moment was making the extraordinary amount of tension and pain he felt go away.

“Hey pall, you alright? You seem pretty messed up. Wanna take it easy for a second? I’m pretty sure you almost passed out.” Griffon asked, seemingly alarmed from within the deeper confines of his subconscious. He clearly wasn’t in a good way, and the wiley demonic bird had a front-row seat to his predicament. He imagined that Shadow would voice her concerns as well if she were capable of speaking.

It made perfect sense to him that he should respond to Griffon, but in truth, he just couldn’t. His brain couldn’t string together that many vowels and syllables in the state that he was in. He would get back to his familiar the moment that he was able to think clearly enough to actually communicate with him. For now, he was just grateful that the wave of discomfort he wrote was starting to let up enough for him to breathe better. For a short stint of time, he was certain that it never would.

A hand suddenly touched him, rested upon his shoulder before shaking him gently. He hadn’t noticed until that moment that his eyes were closed. He’d probably shut them instinctively when he’d hit the floor in pain a few moments ago. Well, he hoped that was the case. The alternative was too frightening for him to fathom, and he had no way of properly quantifying the negative effect that considering that outcome made him feel. He wasn’t sure what he would do in a situation like that. It scared him beyond words.

Upon opening his eyes, he realized that he was in a mostly dark room with no visible windows. Black curtains hung along the walls, and a wide array of candles in different shapes and sizes covered just about every available surface. They were all dark in color, ranging from purples and blues, to grays and blacks, something that he would actually probably find aesthetically pleasing if not for the fact that he was still in a measurable amount of discomfort. But at least he was sitting up now and would be able to stand in a moment. He just needed to get his bearings. 

Nero looked at his brother for a moment, concern evident on his face. The young summoner had slumped over on him and was breathing heavily, but at least some of the color had returned to his face and he didn’t have that dim, half-there look in his eyes anymore. V was going to be just fine. That much he was sure of. Unfortunately, he’d been through much worse before. He then turned his attention to Aluta, admittedly quite miffed by the entire situation. What on earth had just happened?

“Look… I know you're trying to help us out, but what the hell was that all about?! He looked like he was going to pass out! What’s up with that door?!”

Aluta stared at Nero blankly for a moment before sitting down and shrugging slightly, an expression somewhere between a cringe and an uncomfortable sneer on her face. She twirled her fingers around in her hair for a tense moment, looking towards the window that she couldn’t see out of. One could only imagine that she was trying to avoid this topic of conversation. It seemed that she was still reeling from his reaction.

Seemingly realizing how that statement might have come off, Nero sighed and, standing up so that he could help steady V and get him to his feet. As soon as he was on his feet again, Nero turned his attention back to Aluta, realizing that he probably could have phrased that better even if that was what he had actually meant.

“Hey um… Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I get that you're just trying to help.”

“Please. Don’t. Your point is valid.” She stood up and nodded in recognition before walking over to them and ushering V towards the table. Nero followed closely behind, eager to keep an eye on his older sibling. “Now then, the problem at hand.”

Gesturing towards the chair that sat in front of the table, she sat, allowing V to do so just across from her. She then took his arm and looked it over, a troubled look on her face that sent chills down his spine. That was the kind of expression he expected to see on the face of a doctor who was diagnosing someone with cancer or informing someone that their loved one had just passed away. No good could come of this.

“That spell is a safeguard. It keeps malevolent forces at bay. It was a test to prove my initial assumption, and unfortunately, I am correct. I do so hate it when that happens.” She ran her finger down the vein in V’s arm, causing him to jerk away as he felt a sort of cold burn race down his arm. His appendage went numb for a moment before the feeling returned, leaving him concerned. He looked at her quietly, waiting for her to elaborate further. “I recognize Belial’s taint anywhere. Your brother is infested with it. And by the looks of it, he’s been exposed multiple times directly through blood. That strengthens the Devil Prince’s hold on him considerably. I may be able to slow it down but… ”

V paled slightly and went rigid. He remembered being wounded by Belial just a few days ago. In truth, he was still ever so slightly sore from it, and had yet to regain the energy his body had spent on putting him back together afterward. He combed this recesses of his mind, trying to think of another occasion where he had come in contact with some remnant of Belial’s corruption, but he couldn’t think of anything. His only other run-in with something he had to do with was the cult and whatever they had been trying to accomplish with that knife…

And then it hit him like a freight train full of led. The conduit. 

He’d fallen into the liquid corruption that had enveloped it. Some of that had to have contained a part of Belial’s essence, and it had. Had he been exposed to it for this long without knowing it? Was that why he had felt so drained for so very long? And if that was the case, why had the Prince of Darkness decided to play his cards now? V felt as though knowing might actually make it worse.

I’m to assume that’s bad, am I not?” V said softly, barely at an audible volume. Yes. It was. He knew that much without being answered. Whatever Belial had done to him was spreading like a virus with intentions both beyond his control and his understanding. He was almost afraid to ask what his reasons could be for doing something like this. Something told him that death was the better option.

While he pondered this, suddenly the door to the room slammed open and into the wall, nearly shattering it and snapping it off of the hinges. The room quivered from the sheer kinetic energy that had passed from the now heavily damaged door to the wall behind it, the windows on the opposite side of the room rattling slightly. There surely had to be a hole in the wall from that, even if the tower was made from brick. Needless to say that no one was surprised when the dust in the room that had shaken loose settled and Vergil stood before them, absolutely blistering with chaotic, enraging energy. He looked as though he were only a few short seconds away from ending the life of some poor unfortunate soul. Probably because he actually was.

“Aluta Ludwig.” He said, the fringes of his demonic power echoing from the depths of his voice, adding a furious edge to his introduction. His eyes were glowing bright red, and his hand was brushing against the edge of Yamato’s handle, ready to draw it if necessary. “What. Are. You. Doing?”

She looked at him quietly for a moment, seemingly pondering her next move. She then stood up and put her hands on her hips, clearly unmoved by his display of unadulterated fury. Nero looked at both of them and then down at V, clearly concerned as to where this was going. Neither of them wanted to break up this fight… 

“You’ve got some nerve, don’t you? I could ask you the very same. You’ve ruined a perfectly good door, is what you’ve done! Now I’ll have to call a mason.” She said, shaking her head in disapproval before sitting back down in a huff. “I suspect I don’t need to repeat myself. You probably heard most of that before you invited yourself in?”

Vergil removed his hand from Yamato’s hilt before tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes. When he slowly opened them again, he stared at her blankly, the furry having dissipated slightly, but the intent to murder at a moment’s notice if necessary clearly still at the forefront of his consciousness. “I did.”

Clearing her throat, she turned her attention back towards V and away from Vergil, content with her odds of not garnering any further negative attention from him. He could see her now, and that meant that he could see what she was doing. If she was willing to guess, the dark magic she had used to secure the doorway for her little assessment of V’s status had probably set him off. It was understandable even if his reaction had been questionable.

“Fortunately, that depends, child. It feeds on negative thoughts and despair, much like Belial himself. The more you dwell on it, the worse it becomes. Though that is admittedly difficult to counteract when you think about it. Not trying to dwell on the fact that you are infested with malignant, malevolent magic doesn’t tend to help your mental state.” She leaned over, looking V in the face with a distant but sympathetic look as she took his hands into hers, shaking them gently as if to add emphasis to what she planned to say. He was too revolted by his predicament to really register his almost instinctual negative reaction to being touched. “As for his reasons for doing so… I can only imagine that he is trying to weaken you. To wear you down until he can offer you an ultimatum of some sort. He enjoys his games. He is an eternal being. The time it would take to win a war of attrition with you would be but the span of a blink in his domain. And no deal that he has ever offered would do you any good. My guess is that he wishes to possess you. To add you to his collection of fascinations. For what purpose, I cannot say. But that is more than likely the fate he has in mind for you.”

Nero looked over at V, subconsciously approaching the back of his chair and standing next to him. He allowed his hand to rest on his shoulder, giving him a subtle but sympathetic look as his eyes softened slightly. V peered up at him for a moment, seemingly fine with the contact. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, clearly needing the reasurment. Unfortunately, they were both sure that they got where she was going with this… 

“You can’t stop this, can you?” V asked quietly, unsure of what else to say. He knew that he couldn’t, especially alone. He’d faced him before and barely escaped with his life. What hope did he have of getting away with something like that a second time, especially if he was growing weaker and weaker by the moment? Stopping someone that powerful would probably end his life, and he wasn’t eager to do that again. But if he did nothing, then he was damned regardless. There was no winning, was there?

“Sirrus was wounded as well. Why isn’t he showing any of the same symptoms?” Vergil asked, clearly somewhat intrigued but more displeased than anything else. It wasn’t so much that he wished this fate upon the Adjudicator in place of his son, but it didn’t make sense to him how V could be so ensnared by Belial’s trap, but Sirrus could remain largely unaffected. What was this foolishness?

“Because he’s a-” She paused, catching herself before she could say more than she needed to. “Forgive me. I cannot speak on this. His kind do not succumb to these sorts of things. He has a natural deterrent. His blood rejects such corruption as a part of his biology. He is fortunate, indeed. Did you catch all of that, Vergil, or are your ears still ringing from what you did to my door?”

Vergil narrowed his eyes, unamused. “I did.”

“Good. You need to take your sons somewhere outside of his realm of influence. Much like this manner is. That will slow the speed of his corruptive power significantly.” She gestured towards V, giving him a firm but caring look. “And you need to rest. There is no way to cure this aside from the death of the Devil Prince himself, so there is little I can offer of use aside from attempting to slow things down in your favor and obscuring his gaze upon you. But aside from that…”

Vergil nodded, turning away from them and towards the door. He stopped for a moment, looking back over his shoulder at both of his sons. He then placed his hand on the doorknob and opened the door in a manner so slow and deliberate that it seemed as though it took him actual effort to not damage it. Not that he could do much worse to it or the wall attached to it than he already did. had. The wood was split and the bricks were noticeably cracked. There was no changing that outside of some spell they probably had that could maybe reverse the damage.

“Then he will have to die.”

Realizing that the door was a lost cause, he unsheathed Yamato slashed the air with it, forming a cross shape that then parted and allowed him to step through into the unknown. It then closed, leaving the trio staring at the spot where he had previously been. None of them had the slightest idea where he was now, but they hoped that it wasn’t where they thought he had gone.

Moments later the half-closed door slammed open again, noticeably softer this time. It did little to halt the damage done, however, as the door hit the food with a thud, taking part of the door frame and a good number of bricks with it as it slammed uselessly into the floor. Lucia stood just behind Dante, looking at the damage with more than a slight bit of horror as Dante stepped over it and into the room, seemingly noting it but realizing that he hadn’t done the majority of it. His entrance had simply been the last straw. Vergil had definitely been here.

“Hey, um… sorry about the door. What’s going on? Where’s Vergil?” He asked almost sheepishly. Something told the youngest Son of Sparda that he had come at an extremely bad time. Lucia simply closed her eyes and shook her head at the sight of the damage. Dante was a walking small claims court case if she had ever seen one.

Aluta leaned her face into both of her outstretched hands, rubbing her eyes as she shook her head. How had she managed to get herself into this predicament? Things had been so simple just a half-hour ago. “... You have some serious catching up to do.”

(-~-)

I don’t know why, but Aluta implying that Vergil might have given himself Tinnitus sent me. This was a longer chapter, which was why it was late. I started writing the last 1200 words today, and then I just kept going. Hopefully, it felt more substantial, and it answered some of your burning questions. Remember when I said I loved what I was setting up with this ark? This is what I meant! Finally, I get to reveal some of the things I set in motion over fifty chapters ago! Nothing but exciting times ahead, let me tell you!

 Let me know what you think in the comments, and have a wonderful weekend!

[saidelia-draconis]

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

  The waning light of the torch was slowly losing ground to the onslaught of shadows creeping in from the corners of the room as Saidelia laid in bed. The young girl had previously finished what little work she had for that day. Settling into a new routine was of little consequence. She was just grateful to be somewhere new.

  The quiet monastery was undoubtedly a change of pace. Much of the work was similar. Menial tasks, fit for children. There was less coercion from those around her. She didn’t seem to fret as much. The priests, paladins, and other gentle types seemed genuine, if not a little disconcerting. There was an air of naivete about them that even the child could sense. Though perhaps they were adapting to their audience. She was hardly ten, and yet one of the oldest there. She was inarguably one of the more disillusioned subjects.

  Try as she might, sleep would not find her. She stared vacantly at the ceiling. Perhaps it was the flickering of the torch, perhaps it was something else. Eventually, she opted for a walk. It was the most she had hazarded since arriving. Redressing, she stepped out into the darkened halls of the monastery. Her leather moccasins kept her silent in her journey. Every so often, she’d spot a passing guard, dipping behind a pillar, or underneath a rail. She wasn’t sure if her walk was allowed; she’d rather not find out.

  Her jaunt took her through the gardens. At night, they held an ethereal beauty. Without all the traffic and clamor of others, Saidelia wandered through, brushing her hand among the petals. It felt oddly serene. There were no expectations of her, no looks of pity, no silent appraisal. The feeling didn’t last. The clank of a steel boot on the stone path sent the young girl scurrying from her little retreat.

  Wandering the halls for so short a time, Saidelia was already lost. She glanced up and down the corridors. Each one looked the same as the last. She began to wonder how anyone was able to navigate through them as easily as the priests could. As she wandered past a door, she could hear voices through the window just out of reach. She paused, making sure the coast was clear before trying to eavesdrop.

“Pull your head out your ass, Morland. She’s a good kid.”

“Sir Dominicus, while her behavior isn’t in question, I would appreciate it if you were to watch your tone with me. I am not your adversary here.”

  Saidelia perked up immediately. The voices were instantly recognizable to her, even without faces. She listened intently, eyes on the small partition that the noise was coming from. She tried the door. To her surprised, the latch clicked. A booming echo that punctuated the silence between conversation. She could only hope it had gone unnoticed.

“I am simply suggesting that perhaps we try and find an alternative to your plan. If you would just hear me out.”

“I’ll be damned if you want to send her packing back to that shithole I pulled her out of. She’ll die there, Morland. You weren’t there, you didn’t--”

  With a resigned sigh, the man sitting behind the desk had already disengaged from the accusations being thrown at him. He reached back for the staff he so often carried. In the midst of the knight’s tirade, he brought the haft down, striking it into the floor several times. The man standing over him was shocked, stopping his accusations.

“It appears I have your attention, Syler. Very good. Now, if you would be so kind as to listen to what I have to say, hmm? Nobody is suggesting that we send your ward back to live with her father. The notion that you think me capable of doing so is frankly insulting. I have already dealt with the fallout of your alleged kidnapping, and we need not worry anyone seeking her returned. The notion you had gotten that I didn’t have the child’s best interest at heart feels in bad faith, at best. If you were listening to me, I was suggesting that perhaps we find her a role in our organization other than knighthood, yes? The poor girl has already been through quite a lot in her short life, and I hardly think she’ll take to a profession where she is being barked at by those with a temperament not unlike yours. Perhaps you would be willing to consider other avenues for her?”

  Sinking back into the chair opposite the desk, the raven-haired man sighed. With his righteous anger suddenly robbed, he chewed on his lip. He stared over at the priest with only a vague sense of wrong. He sat up straight once again, arms folded over the desk. An uncomfortable position as he watched the priest. Isaiah’s soft and unassuming eyes watched Syler impassively.

“Look, Morland. I get that she’s a little quiet. But give her a break, she’s a kid. All she wants is to be a knight, and you want to take that from her?”

“Sir Dominicus. While I applaud you seeking to fulfill the wishes of the child, please keep in mind she is just that; a child. She hardly knows what being a knight entails. I’m sure that when you were a boy, you used to play knights with the other children. I did as well. If you will notice, only one of us is a knight. I’m not suggesting we jump straight to finding the girl a path. She’s only just gotten here a few days ago. What I am asking of you is for you to please keep an open mind, and for you to at least consider the possibility of her taking a less active role. Not  everyone helps with a sword in hand. I promise you it is not my goal to rob her of purpose. I simply have to consider practicality in addition to her desires.”

  The Syler’s face was sullen and  ill-tempered as he regarded the priest. He gripped a paperweight at the edge of the desk as he spoke. His diction conveyed a restrained anger that did not escape the priest’s notice.

“We’ll have this conversation with her in the room. I want you to be the one to tell her that you don’t think she’ll be a knight.”

  Isaiah heaved a weighted sigh. Despite the vitriol being levied against him, he remained remarkably calm. After a few silent moments, he waved a hand towards the door where Saidelia was eavesdropping. She quickly removed her lurking eye from the crack.

“Bitterness is not a flattering shade on you, Sir Dominicus. However, if you wish to include her in our conversation, I believe she’s standing outside. Saidelia? Would you mind making yourself known?”

  The girl froze. With her back to the door, she could feel her heartbeat in her throat. Her eyes were wide and full of fear. The hair on the back of her neck raised. She glanced down the corridor, briefly considering making a break for it until the voice called again. It was calm, measured, lacking any irritation. In a way, it was reassuring.

“Miss Draconis? Please come in. You’re not in trouble.”

  Despite every inclination to flee consequences, Saidelia slowly swung the door open enough to slip inside, standing with her hand on the knob. The two who had been conversing privately eyed her. The black-haired knight gazed at her with irritation. Either from wandering about at night or leftover resentment from the argument on hold.

“Kid, what the fuck are you--”

  A piercing scowl from Isaiah quickly quieted the knight. So rare was the exchange that it had caught Syler off guard, silencing him immediately. The priest slowly stood from his chair, crouching and beckoning the girl over to the desk. His expression was warm, placid, and inviting.

“Saidelia. It’s nice to see you again. I believe we spoke briefly. I’m Father Isaiah Morland. I’m a friend of our fair knight here. Please, come here.”

  Saidelia stood at the door still. Her expression was fraught with uncertainty. She gazed between the two. By now, Syler’s expression had calmed slightly. He seemed resigned to the notion that Saidelia was to be a part of the discussion. Her gaze turned back to the priest who stared back at her. A small beckoning motion had her silently approaching with trepidation.

  Standing in front of Isaiah, she was pulled to his chest, arms encircling her as her vision was overtaken by the robe on his shoulder. The man was warm. His hands were soft. There was a faint scent of cedar and cardamom that clung to them. A scent she could still recall. As he pulled back, he urged her into his desk chair. She sat, peering over the various papers and relics on the desk. Isaiah stood aside her ward, the two watching her. Isaiah finally spoke first, a hand on Syler’s shoulder in an attempt to keep him calm.

“Saidelia. I don’t know how much of our discussion you listened to. Sir Dominicus and I were considering the role you intend to play in our order. At the moment, we are considering what is best for you, and we aren’t entirely sure soldier is plausible.”

  Saidelia’s heart sank as she heard the words. She glanced frantically between the two. Syler gave her a solemn look. Isaiah seemed to understand her dismay, looking on with sympathy.

“I understand that this might be upsetting. We’re prepared to offer you--”

“Morland, can the speech. Kid, do you want to be a knight, or not?”

  She gazed up at the knight, looking confused. He stared back at her, repeating himself.

“Don’t give me the doe eyes. Do you want to be a knight?”

“I... Yes, sir.”

“Don’t look at me, look at him. It’s not about the fancy armor, it’s about holding your own. Show him you can put up with his shit.”

  She paused for a moment. Even sitting behind the desk, the two that towered over her were intimidating. No matter how prepared she was, there was a theme of nervousness that plagued her as she spoke.

“I-- Mister Morland, I want to be a knight.”

  Isaiah sighed softly, casting a sidelong glance at Syler. His insistence was proving tiresome. He did not relish his role as the villain in Saidelia’s story. Syler’s gaze remained fixed on Saidelia, hoping to keep her as bullheaded as he was.

“As I have mentioned, we will do what we can to support you. I am just worried about what is in your best interest.”

“No.”

  It was the most decisive and flat the girl had been since her arrival. With the silent support from her benefactor, she felt emboldened. She stared Isaiah down from the chair behind his own desk, propping herself up to stare him down.

“Mister Morland, I need to be a knight. I’ll do anything. I promise I won’t let you down.”

  A soft, resigned sigh. He gazed down at the impetuous child, then to the equally rash man beside him. Finally, he nodded, unwilling to put his foot down.

“I suppose you are at least... Willful. I suppose we have Sir Dominicus to thank. Very well. If it’s something I can’t sway you on, I suppose that’s it, then? If we are to indulge this, Sir Dominicus and I will begin discussions in enrolling you into a squireship. We’ll try it for a few weeks and see how it goes, yes?”

(Thanks for the ask, @asharinhun!)

[delicatefacedeer]

affirmation for kids

positive affirmation for women

We use affirmations all the time, but usually we're not even conscious of it - they seem to operate under the radar of our awareness, repetitively running in the background and producing the same old results, dictating what we can and can't experience. Repetition of a thought is one way in which we form beliefs, and once they're in place, our mind will run them on auto pilot so that we can focus our attention elsewhere. Learning to drive a car is a good example of this - when first learning, our attention goes on high alert as our mind has to process all the components that go into driving a car safely. After several months of practicing, we start to feel comfortable driving and as we enjoy more success, our confidence is bolstered and we start to believe that we are indeed a competent driver. Soon the thoughts and actions required to drive are habitual, and our mind is now free to drive and think of other things. This is same way in which affirmations create results in our behavior, emotions and actions, both positively and negatively.

The task before us then is to become aware of the background beliefs and affirmations we're running, challenge their validity for us today and if they no longer serve our well-being, eliminate and replace them with positive thought patterns that will help us make our goals. Many of the goals women have in today's society are still a challenge to achieve - even thought the women's liberation movement is now several decades along, women still face the pressures of discrimination, balancing home and career, and a workplace environment still skewed to favor our complimentary sex. So, to give ourselves the best possible advantage on our paths to accomplishment, we must take the time to tailor our mental/emotional/spiritual disciplines to suit our needs and not the perceptions of society - the difference between practicing generalized positive affirmations from a list you find on the internet and customized, positive affirmations for women designed by yourself for your unique situation, is that by customizing your affirmations you are actively taking responsibility for the results you get and addressing the issues that have created scarcity or pain of some nature - you are reclaiming your power from what you decided had authority over you.

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If at first your affirmations feel awkward, forced or phony - that's good! Any feelings of discomfort means that you're stepping out of your comfort zone (fear), you're creating inner change and ruffling the feathers of your ego self, who wants to keep you safe. Safety to the ego self is maintaining the status quo - no changes allowed. So please appreciate what's really happening and use it as fuel to gain momentum; you can use the feelings and thoughts about your discomfort to create a new, empowering affirmation for yourself! The discomfort will dissolve once you get into a daily rhythm and develop some confidence.

2. Do it anyways. At the beginning of your exercises, don't worry about whether you believe your affirmations or not, the effectiveness is in the repetition. Belief in your statements will develop as a result of the repetition and meaning you give your affirmations, so choose wisely. Any resistance that you experience, including thoughts about what nonsense all this new age stuff is, are excuses to keep you safe and free from change. Resistance is also an opportunity for you to break out of the conditioned responses of the past - try being open and see the opportunity in learning something new about yourself; you may be pleasantly surprised at what you discover inside!

3. Get clear and get motivated. The clearer your visions and the greater the motivation, the better your chances will be of success in achieving your goals. Get all the components of your ideal life down on paper and be bold in your dreams - amass a mountain of reasons about why you must accomplish your goals; write down all of what it will cost you if you don't pursue your vision and all the joy that will result from their achievement. Put your goals and reasons in point form on a 3" x 5" recipe card and read it often; before bed, upon waking and throughout the day. Create affirmations that show these goals and capture the zest of your motivations, and move yourself towards your goals with a plan to realize it. Take any and all action that you think will take you a step closer to what you desire.

And let go of "how" it's going to happen; that's out of your jurisdiction so don't waste any time fretting, worrying or stewing about "how" or "what if" - your Higher Power has your back so learn to trust, go with the flow and enjoy the ride!

4. Challenge old beliefs. A great deal of the beliefs we have that cause our issues of low self-esteem, lack of self-confidence and helplessness are the results of our early childhood interactions with our parents - beliefs we developed as a five-year old may have been effective at keeping us safe and secure as small children, but that same belief held by an adult can result in a lack of confidence or responsibility for our own happiness, to ask for what we want or be able to say no to others. Unattended, out-worn beliefs that hang around long after their expiry date are responsible for enormous pain and regret; learn to identify them and weed them out of your mind to make room for new, empowering one.

For women, challenging some of the old cultural/tribal beliefs is particularly revealing and empowering as it affects change not only within ourselves, but also has a trickle down effect for new generations. As we challenge, release and replace old limiting beliefs about the roles women were historically assigned to play, we live and teach the new beliefs to those that come after us. For example, a tribal belief within my family and heritage was that the men were the breadwinners and the women were the housekeepers... for a woman to be happy, she had to find and marry "a good man" who would provide her with security, a nice home and a certain level of comfort; and in exchange, she would raise the kids, cook, clean and manage the household. This formula is great if that's what you want; however, in this family, a lesbian career woman with no interest in raising children would experience a certain amount of conflict between the traditional family beliefs and her personal desires.

The payoff in challenging old beliefs is that we discover that it is our power of decision that liberates us from the restrictions of the past and it is our power of decision now that creates a new future to our liking. And limiting beliefs about traditional feminine roles contain great material for creating positive affirmations for women to work with in manifesting the results they desire - usually, what we desire is pretty much the opposite of the belief we want to drop, so use the old belief and reword it for the positive outcome you desire.

Once we've established that certain customs and beliefs are no longer valid, we can release them and all of the influence they have on our thoughts, feelings and behaviors and consciously choose what we believe to be true for us now. Once released, we can now also give the events of the past a new meaning and choose to see any and all conditions as being for our benefit, including the added dimension of defining new roles for women in the 21st century.

More Information : https://affirmationsfresh.com/

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book Four: War (Gladiolus x Reader) Chapter Six

With the Regalia now back in their possession, the royal retinue and the Horseman rode back to Lestallum. It'd been a couple of weeks since the incident with the Archaean and they wanted to check on Iris, Talcott, and Jared.

The moment they arrived back in Lestallum, the gloomy atmosphere hanging over the town didn't go unnoticed. Wondering what was causing such an aura, they headed to the Leville. There, they found Iris who took them up to one of the rooms to talk about what transpired during their absence. She told them about how the empire showed up demanding them to hand over Noctis. The innocent Jared was struck down by the imperials.

During the conversation, a devastated Talcott entered the room. (Y/n)'s eyes widen when she heard the little boy sniffle with tears streaming down his cheeks. Although she was looking at Talcott, all she could see was herself at the young age of twelve crying by her father's bedside as he passed away in his sleep. However, she knew that pain wasn't compared to what Talcott was feeling. The poor boy saw his grandfather be slaughtered by another.

Halfway through the conversation, (Y/n) had to excuse herself. She left the hotel and headed to the outlook. She slumped against the stone railing, becoming lost in thought as her painful memories from the past resurfaced once again. She grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it with gritted teeth. "Dammit. Why won't they go away...?" Ever since resurrecting as one of the Four Horsemen, this was the first time her past memories came back to haunt her over and over again in such a short amount of time. "C'mon, (Y/n), get over them already," she hissed at herself.

Slapping her cheeks a couple of times, War groaned in defeat. "This isn't going to work..."

"What's not going to work?"

The redhead didn't have to look at the owner of the voice to know who it was. "It's nothing, Gladio. Just...talking to myself."

"And slapping yourself?" The shield remarked.

"Yes, and slapping myself," she mumbled sassily. "It's completely normal."

"No, it's not," he argued.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it's-ugh!" She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Did you need something or not?"

"We were planning on restin' for a bit before heading out on a hunt to clear our heads. You wanna join us?" He offered.

"May as well," she replied. "I still haven't found a lead on the bunyips or the dullahan. Maybe this hunt will give me just what I need."

"Then meet us back at the car in a few hours. If you're not there, I know just how to get you there."

She pushed herself off the stone railing and shoved him lightly. "Shut up and go get some rest. If that nightmare comes back, well...I'm not sure what to do. Maybe punching you hard enough and knocking you unconscious would work."

Gladio guffawed at her words. "You're a real charmer, you know that? Not many women can casually talk about punching someone's lights out."

"Oh, I can talk about more gruesome things," she grinned. "There was this one time I-"

"I was kidding," he promptly interrupted her.

It was War's time to laugh. "So was I."

Gladio patted the top of her head. "Look at you, firecracker. You've learned how to loosen up."

Her grin was replaced with a scowl as she swatted at his hand. "I'm not a tight-ass. I can have fun whenever I want." She gazed into his amber eyes with a raised brow. "Now, you going to go back to the hotel willingly or am I really gonna have to knock you out?"

"I'd rather get some rest in a comfy bed than on the ground," he huffed out a faint chuckle. "See ya, (Y/n)."

Her eyes were glued to the shield as he left the outlook. Once he was gone, she turned to gaze out at the scenery. Her mind soon brimmed with the memories she made with the royal retinue. Although she's only known them for a little over a month, she found joy in the memories she's made so far. It's been years since she felt a semblance of joy. She hoped to create more memories with the group before she has to return to the Inner Sanctum.

Lost in thought, War hadn't realized someone was standing behind her until they spoke up. "Look at you being kind to mortals."

The Horseman spun around, eyes wide as saucers. She blinked in shock when coming face to face with the daemon king, Aeshema.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" She shouted angrily.

"Can't I enjoy a leisurely stroll?" He innocently asked.

"No, you can't," she growled. "You know how dangerous it is to leave Hell unattended. Why're you really here?"

"I received a message from Death and some of what she shared with me caught my attention. Are you really traveling with a group of mortals and they know of your past life?"

(Y/n) was silent for a few seconds before answering honestly. "Yeah, I am, but they only know some details of my past."

A joyous smile slowly crept onto King Aeshema's face. "Oh, I'm so proud of you! You're finally giving mortals a chance! I should've sent you to Eos sooner!"

"Oh, drop it! Get back to Hell!" She yelled.

"Now, now, War. I can spend a few more minutes away from Hell. Allow me to enjoy the fresh air before being forced to smell nothing but brimstone for another millennia."

"Fine," she grumbled, crossing her arms.

The two fell silent for a few seconds before the daemon king sparked up another conversation. "How goes the hunt?"

"Frustrating," the Horseman replied. "I've yet to see the dullahan, but I've encountered the bunyips. However, they've escaped me at every turn."

"They are slippery creatures, but fret not. You will accomplish your goal soon enough. Then you may return to the Inner Sanctum, unless something or someone were to keep you here."

Her brows furrowed together in confusion. "What're you getting at, Your Majesty?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied in a sing-song tone. "Well then, I shall be off. Take care of yourself, War."

"You as well, King Aeshema."

The daemon king waved farewell to the redhead before returning to Hell. (Y/n) threw herself onto a nearby bench with a huff. She craned her head backwards and stared up at the sky. She thought back to what King Aeshema said, wondering what or who could possibly keep her from returning to the Inner Sanctum. When nothing or no one came to mind, she scoffed, "He's probably teasing me like usual."

After a few minutes, the (e/c)-eyed girl decided to walk around Lestallum to waste away the time she had until she would need to meet up with the boys. She spent most of her time browsing the marketplace and eavesdropping on people's conversations to learn if anyone had seen her targets. However, none of the conversations mentioned them.

By the time she finished walking around the entirety of Lestallum, (Y/n) checked the time and realized she should head to the parking lot. Arriving at the car, she saw the others were waiting for her.

"Glad you could join us," Gladio said.

"So, what hunt did you choose?" She asked.

"There's been reports of a naga in the area," Ignis stated.

The Horseman's eyes widen a fraction before returning to normal. "A daemon, huh...?"

Gladio noticed her sudden change in mood. "Something wrong?"

"A naga is a powerful daemon. I might have to sit this one out."

"Why's that?" Prompto pried.

"Daemons fear the Four Horsemen and often flee. But there are some powerful daemons out their who do not fear me and my sisters."

"You're still gonna tag along though, right?" Noctis questioned.

"Yeah. I know you four need the money. I'll watch from a distance and will only intervene if necessary," War explained. "Just try not to do anything stupid. Nagas are quite smart compared to other daemons."

"Someone's being nicer than usual," the blonde whispered under his breath.

The Horseman's head snapped in his direction, a sharp glare now being focused on him. "What did you say?"

Prompto swallowed in fright. "N-Nothing!"

The group departed from Lestallum. They traveled a few miles down the road, the sun slowly beginning to set. Arriving at their destination, they exited the vehicle and wandered into the woods in search of the naga. Noctis spotted the daemon the moment it materialized in a clearing as the sun vanished beyond the horizon. "There it is..."

"You've a supply of maiden kisses, right?" (Y/n) inquired.

"I think we restocked them after we fought that naga during Ramuh's trial."

Ignis checked their inventory and sighed. "We've only a couple left."

"Didn't restock like I told you, did you?" Gladio sneered.

"We'll be fine," the prince sighed. "And it's a little too late to stock up..."

"How nonchalant you are about this..." (Y/n) mumbled. "Well then, better get going, boys. I'll keep my distance for now."

Prompto worriedly eyed the daemon. "W-We can do this...right?"

"We handled one before, didn't we?" Noctis retorts as he, Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis head straight for the naga.

War watched from the tree line as the group engaged the daemon. They were able to stand their own against the naga, but this one was much stronger than the one they faced against in Fociaugh Hollow. She winced when Noctis was smacked away by the daemon's tail. Gladio and Ignis covered the raven-haired boy so he could get back on his feet. However, the naga turned the two into frogs.

(Y/n) sighed in disbelief. She continued to watch as Noctis rushed over and used the last two maiden kisses on his advisor and shield.

The naga hissed, slithering towards the trio. Prompto kept his distance, firing his pistol at the daemon to grab its attanetion. When that didn't work, he shouted out his friends' names to warn them about the approaching daemon. His eyes widen in horror when it turned all three of them into frogs. Stumbling backwards, he tried to put some distance between him and the naga. When seeing it was slithering towards him, he yelled out the Horseman's name. "(Y/n), a little help!"

War begrudgingly emerged from the wood work. She placed herself in between the daemon and the blonde. The naga recognized the girl, but it was unafraid. It lunged at her, bearing its sharp fangs. Deciding to not waste any of her time, the Horseman opted to use her special ability-inferno corruption. Her (e/c) eyes turned black as she locked gazes with the naga. Its body ceased moving, a painful gurgle emitting from its throat. Gradually, the daemon's body turned into igneous stone. Small cracks formed along the stone, molten lava seeping from them. In the next instance, the naga's stone body crumpled into a pile of ash.

(Y/n) presses her hand against the side of her head with an exhausted sigh. "Damn... Forgot how much that takes out of me."

Prompto blinked in astonishment at seeing the mighty daemon that was now a pile of ash. "Wh-What did you do?"

"It doesn't matter." She scooped up two of the frogs that she believed were Gladio and Ignis. "C'mon, blondie. Grab the prince."

He nodded, grabbing the third frog. He followed the Horseman back to the Regalia. They sat the three frogs down, watching them hop around. After a few minutes, Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis reverted back to normal.

A faint croak came from the prince as he recovered from his transformation. "Where'd the daemon go?"

"Dead," War monotonously replied.

"You should've seen her!" Prompto cheered. "(Y/n) didn't even have to touch it!"

"What'd you do?" Gladio questioned.

"It's dead, that's all that matters," she remarked.

"You still holdin' back on us, huh? Well, guess it is better to leave some secrets to the imagination."

She scoffed, "Don't let your imagination run too rampant." Pushing herself off the car, she opened the back door. "Let's head back to Lestallum. You all still need some rest. Your fighting was sloppier than usual."

"Indeed," Ignis confessed.

"Yeah," Prompto yawned. "I need more time to recuperate."

"Then let's go," Gladio said. They hopped into the car and headed back to Lestallum to rest.

Back at the hotel, the boys headed to their room. (Y/n) wandered aimlessly around the lobby, wishing she had a bed to relax on. Her wish, however, didn't go unanswered as Iris walked downstairs and offered the Horseman to use her room after seeing how exhausted she was. Of course, War didn't pass up the opportunity and accepted the younger girl's offer. She followed her up to her room and immediately made herself comfortable on the spare bed. In minutes, she fell asleep.

<-------------<<<<<

The following morning, Gladio was the first to awaken. It was unusual since Ignis was usually the one to be the early riser. However, he was only up so early due to the nightmare. With each passing day, the images were becoming clearer and more details were being unveiled.

Leaving the room, Gladio headed to the lobby where he and the others left (Y/n) the night before. When he couldn't find her, he decided to search the town. He wandered around Lestallum, looking down every street and alleyway to find the girl. His last destination was the outlook, but she wasn't there.

Returning to the Leville, he headed upstairs to his sister's room. Knocking on the door, he waited for Iris to answer. When she did, he asked her about the Horseman. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where (Y/n) went, do you?"

"I invited her to my room last night." Iris opened the door more, allowing her brother to enter. "She's still asleep."

Gladio looked past his sister and saw the redhead curled up on the bed. He was taken aback at seeing her fast asleep. In the time she'd been traveling with them, not once did she sleep. He figured because of her immortality, she didn't require any sleep.

Quietly, he approached the sleeping girl while Iris headed into the bathroom to freshen up. Images of (Y/n)'s bloodied corpse overlaid with her sleeping form as he gazed at her. Shaking his head, he eliminated the images and hesitantly reached out to touch her. He combed a few crimson locks out of her face. As he did so, he saw her chest rise and fall with every deep and even breath. Seeing she was breathing brought him relief from the images that now haunted his mind.

"What're you doing?" A groggy voice demanded.

Gladio realized the Horseman was now awake and retracted his hand. "Never expected to find you snoozing away."

"I was exhausted after taking care of that naga." She pushed herself up into a sitting position. "What're you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"Well, you found me. What do you want?"

"Damn. It's only eight in the morning and you're already in a bad mood," he remarked.

"Oh, that's right. I'm trying to be nicer..." (Y/n) thought for a few seconds before rewording her question. "Did you need something?"

"Thought I'd invite you out for breakfast. I know you don't eat, but you could eat a little somethin'."

Her eyes narrowed. "What're you planning, Gladio?"

"What?" He retorts innocently. "Can't a guy get to know a girl better over a delicious meal without having an ulterior motive?"

"They can, but you do have an ulterior motive," she quipped. "Is this about the nightmare?"

The brute nodded. "Yeah, it is. Things're becoming clearer and I wanted to ask you about them."

War threw out her arm, gesturing to the room. "Why not ask me now?"

"Because I'm starvin'."

"Fine..." She groaned, hopping off the bed. "Lead the way."

He crossed his arms with an amused smile. "I thought you'd complain more. Guess you really are changing."

"Hey, I'm trying here," (Y/n) snapped.

"And you're doing a pretty damn good job so far. Still, you have those moments where there's a stick up your ass."

She rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. "I'm pretty sure everyone has those moments where there's a stick up their ass. Everybody's an asshole on some occasions."

"Touché."

She then jabbed a finger towards the door. "Are we leaving or are you just gonna continue calling out my shitty behavior?"

"Right, breakfast. Let's get going, firecracker. I know the perfect place."

[flrtips]

Oral Pleasures

FLR Tips is the sister site to FLR Info, where you’ll find introductory information about Female-Led Relationships. If you’re new to this, you should head over there. This site is about the practical, day-to-day aspects of FLRs. It is much more explicit and quite sex/femdom-oriented. Consider yourself warned.

Cunnilingus is pretty much a staple of FLRs. Our men love to perform it on us for hours on end, and we just lie back to receive orgasm after orgasm, night after night. Right?

For lots of FLR couples, this is indeed the case. Most men who are drawn to FLRs and properly starved of orgasms, are extremely happy campers when they get to put their head between their woman’s legs. And there’s no doubt that many women thoroughly enjoy it, too. Properly done, many of us will agree that it feels wonderful and can be extremely satisfying, both physically and mentally.

For others, it isn’t quite so simple. Some women enjoy it as foreplay, but not as the “main course”, at least not night after night. Others enjoy it when they are able to relax, but have certain issues preventing that from happening most of the time. Finally, there are those who feel plenty relaxed, but just get nothing out of it. 

The premise of the rest of this article is that you’d like to enjoy oral sex more, since it is a very practical and natural expression of the power dynamics in an FLR relationship. If you’re happy about not caring about oral sex, that’s perfectly fine - go read another article.

Let’s say that you generally enjoy oral sex, but you don’t find it particularly interesting, and you’d get bored pretty quickly if it was the main ingredient in your sex life. In my experience, this is the most common attitude among women who are new to FLRs, and it’s a perfectly reasonable attitude to have! Here are my tips for you:

Revel in the power your pussy holds over your man. Even if you don’t find it particularly sexually stimulating, you might find it very satisfying as a ritual. Speaking for myself, I feel that being on the receiving end of very frequent and utterly one-sided oral sex is the symbol of feminine rule in our household. And I know my husband feels the same way.

Think of it more as pampering than sex. It certainly doesn’t have to be the main ingredient of your sex life, even if you do it on a daily basis. It can be something you do as a ritual, because you find it pleasant, because you feel it is befitting your type of relationship, because it makes your man happier etc. Whenever you feel like having a different kind of sex, just do so.

Having an orgasm is not necessarily the goal. There are countless things your man can do while he is between your legs, and licking you to orgasm is just one of them. This applies to you as well - you don’t have to stop what you’re doing just because he is down there performing his duties. In fact, it probably has a stronger “FLR ritual effect” if you both treat it as nothing our of the ordinary. So continue reading your book, play with your phone, or even do a little bed-side work. If it becomes pleasurable enough that you want to just lie back and enjoy an orgasm, then you should of course do that, but only if that’s what you feel like.

If you do have an orgasm, you certainly don’t have to end things. You’ll probably be extra sensitive right after you orgasm, so he should learn to ease back to gently kissing you or whatever for a while, but feel free to go for another orgasm or a nice, long period of post-orgasm oral pampering.

Don’t worry about his comfort - at all. If you feel more comfortable being covered in sheets or a duvet, have him crawl under it and stay there for as long as you want, nevermind if he gets hot. If you want to lie on your side or your stomach, go right ahead, nevermind if it forces him to maintain an awkward position to reach you properly. Not only does this free you to be as comfortable as you can, but he will absolutely love you for being selfish and demanding like this. Trust me.

Make the oral sex about power play. Sit on his face, rub your juices all over it, restrict his air flow, have him lick your ass instead. Many women, myself included, enjoy this part at least as much as the actual licking. Using your pussy and ass as “weapons” can be an immensely powerful and enjoyable feeling.

If you don’t actively dislike it, use oral access to your pussy as a reward for your man. Conversely, if you do enjoy it frequently, take it away for a period as punishment.

Focus on other aspects of it. Surely, there’s a certain psychological pleasure to be had from knowing that you have a man who would love nothing more than to go down on you every single night, when your vanilla girlfriends are lucky to get it once a year?

Understand that for a lot of men it’s not mainly about the licking, it’s about having their faces close to the “holyest” of anatomical places. The smell, the wetness, the warmth, the opening up of your legs, serving your needs, the mere symbolicm of it.

Don’t feel obligated to learn to love it. If you do, great - your man will be pleased. If you don’t, there are plenty of other things to enjoy in a FLR, and you can still get it whenever you feel like it.

To me, it’s all about seeing the possibilities rather than fretting about whether you find oral sex satisfying enough.

OK, let’s turn now to those who enjoy (or think they would enjoy) oral sex when everything is just right, but who can’t ever seem to relax enough for it to be just right. This is also quite common, I believe, and can be caused by a multitude of reasons, mostly psychological. I don’t want to trivialise the issues these women are experiencing, but here are some general tips:

Explain the issues to your man and try to resolve them together. He will be more than happy to take it slow if it means there’s a chance he can get more “facetime” in the future.

If you worry about how you smell or look, consider taking your man’s enthusiasm at face value. He most likely doesn’t care, or positively loves how you look and smell.

If the intimacy bothers you for some other reason, try taking your mind off it by doing something else while he is occupying himself. Read a book, browse Facebook or Instagram, play a game, watch TV.

If you feel like you always have to be fresh out of the shower when enjoying oral sex, please don’t. Our type of men generally enjoy quite a bit of muskiness, just don’t overdo it unless you’re sure your man is into that.

See a doctor if you think you have some issue that really does makes your vagina unpleasant to be around. It may be easy to fix.

Beyond these simple tips, I don’t have much to offer. The types of issues that cause some women to find oral sex difficult can be complex, and I am not a professional counselor. Just remember that your man is your partner in this, and he can be a big help if you let him.

Finally, let’s turn to those who find oral sex just plain boring or downright painful. Again, it’s fine if you don’t feel the need to start liking it, this is for those who see the appeal in frequent, enjoyable oral sex, and would like to get there.

If you find oral sex painful, give your man clearer instructions. Have him steer clear of your clitoris, have him gently kiss instead of lick etc.

If the issue is a lack of physical stimulation (not enough friction, a preference for rougher sensations etc.), try giving your man clear instructions. He can use his tongue more forcefully, he can expose your clitoris more fully, he can move his head more vigorously, he can rub his beard against your most sensitive areas and so on. Also see the point about vibrators and toys.

If you need to be filled to feel any enjoyment, have him bring a dildo of your liking on his excursions. He doesn‘t need to move it a lot, it could just be used to get you in the mood.

Make it more interesting. Have him bring a vibrator, a butt plug or whatever else you enjoy, and tell him how to use what he brings.

I believe most women can find enjoyment in oral sex, it’s mostly a matter of finding ways to do it that suit their preferences and temperaments.

Personally, I find oral sex the most fitting expression of my husband’s deferrence to me as a woman. I also find it highly pleasing sexually, so we do a lot of it.

[axther]

[1/3]Hi! i'd like a BNHA matchup? I'm a INFJ-T, female, virgo. I'm 5'11 and very insecure about my height, because of that I'm very awkward around people even people I'm comfortable with. I'm very shy and reserved, frankly judgmental with people I don't know. it’s something I'm trying to work on. those who I feel are trusting enough or even really worth of me as a friend, I cherish completely. I'd do anything to protect the people I care about.

BJFSABFNJAS I COULDN’T DECIDE SO YOU GET FOUR INSTEAD OF THREE 

#1 is...Todoroki!

Oh my GOD

Y’all judge each other, on the spot 

It wasn’t even intentional, of course

But you see him and it’s an immediate ‘oh god an emotionally constipated rich boy’ 

And he sees you and thinks that you just straight-up hate everyone 

So y’all don’t talk. 

At all. 

There’s a strange tension between you two 

It’s not hate, but you two aren’t friends 

Until the sports festival 

And he becomes more social 

It makes him become more aware 

He thinks about how he had prejudices about people

So rather than dance around it 

He just walks up to you and asks if you hate him

You panic!! Naturally!!

And you clear it up, fast 

He’s relieved, of course

But now he feels bad, and you feel bad 

So he starts sticking to you

You guys haven’t talked much, but he still hangs around you 

It’s a weird symbiotic relationship

Your friends become his friends 

And little by little, he starts realising that you’re really pretty when you’re open 

And he’s not talking the sort of pretty that makes heads turn

But it’s a soft comfort

You fret over everyone in your friend circle and it makes his heart flutter, just a bit 

And you’re so tall!! 

In my humble opinion, todo would absolutely DIE of joy if his s/o was tall 

(actually, i think all the lads n gals would die of joy but eye-) 

Not only do most of the fangirls not fuck wit you!! 

But big spoon big spoon big spoon!!!

Take some of the responsibility to protect everyone off his shoulders

Because as soon as y’all are on the bed, your arms wrapped around him, 

He’s out like a light 

The boy even dreams about you omg 

You wake up in the middle of the night to hear him murmuring something about your hair 

And then turns and nuzzles into that shit and oh my god 

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#2 is...Josuke! 

Now listen

Josuke’s the same height as you 

And considering that the average Japanese woman’s height is 5’2

As SOON as he sees you, he’s that one gif from parks and rec where they zoom in on Chris pratt

He’s THRILLED 

Like he can and will stop you in the street and strike up a conversation 

Because holy shit!! This Jupiter of a woman can look him in the eye!! 

When I say it’s love at first sight I mean it’s on sight 

He sees you and he’s enraptured 

And as soon as he realises you’re so sweet, albeit a bit closed off

He makes it his personal goal to be close friends with you, if not more 

Can and will flaunt you around 

There are several repercussions 

One, Okuyasu is jealous as fuck because his type is motherly and soft 

Two, Koichi is even more dwarfed 

Three, Jotaro is surprised but pleasantly so! 

Let’s talk about one of my favourite aspects of dating a JJBA Part 3 and forward character

Stands 

And here we’re going to assume you have a stand (something i feel that would be kinda omnipotent and not physical, like having a third eye that can see into the future or smth) 

Crazy Diamond: Crazy 

Like CD will hang around you as soon as you’re in range 

Somehow, CD will find a load of little gifts, even if they’re a bit unconventional 

What’re you going to do with a tonne of shiny rocks?? 

I don’t know but it will break CD’s heart if you throw them out 

(guess it’s time for a rock collection) 

It comes to a point that if you and Josuke have an argument, Josuke’ll be stubborn 

But CD will wail and cling to you like glue 

It’s certainly nice because CD shows how Josuke’s feeling

So arguments and unspoken problems are resolved a lot faster

Josuke’s not embarrassed by CD’s clinginess!! 

He’s like ‘fuck yeah my gf knows just how much I love her!!!’

#3 (tied with #4) is…Jotaro (Pt 3)! 

Tsundere boye 

Will refuse for FOREVER to tell anyone he has a crush

But you make him super soft 

You aren’t fangirl-y so it’s certainly a breath of fresh air for him 

You’re calm and quiet and not too short 

(remember he’s like 6’2 so you don’t have to worry about being too tall!!!) 

He won’t admit it until you’re actually in a relationship, but he’s super confused about why you’re insecure about your tallness. 

He thinks it’s incredible 

You were literally born to run faster, fight better, be stronger 

It’s the same way with him, so it does make him sort of wonder if his height is bad 

He gets over it relatively quickly 

As much as he’s big and mean, he’s also VERY VERY SOFT.

Smiling gently when you’re not looking? Being super proud of your work? 

Soft kisses on the shoulder and watching you sleep next to him once he confesses? 

Yes’m!! 

Once camera phones come out you bet your ass that the only pictures on his phone are candids of you 

He loves you so, so much 

While he feels that he’s a bit unwieldy in the romance department, he’s always there for you!! 

And it absolutely makes his heart swell with love if you tell him how much you love him and what you adore about him 

And don’t get me started on Star Platinum 

S-Plat adores you on a whole ‘nother level 

Rather than rocks like Josuke, S-Plat will give you actual stuff like magazines and drinks

You so much as glance for half a second too long at a set of paintbrushes, or a trinket?? 

S-Plat is there with it in hand, and Joot’s got his hat tilted down with a furious blush 

S-Plat loves hugging you!!! 

He’s a cuddle monster, even though Jotaro won’t act like it for a long, long time 

He will hang off your shoulders and refuse to disappear unless you tell him to, something that bothers Jotaro a lot, actually 

Does that mean you’re okay if he did it? Are Stands technically sentient, but just obey out of obligation? 

S-Plat’s super protective of you, too

While Jotaro is scared shitless something will happen to you, he respects your space and lets you do your own thing 

But oh lord

If there’s a Stand attack and you get hurt, S-Plat can and will go apeshit. 

I mean this in the most literal sense possible 

Everyone will be howling for S-Plat not to kill the Stand user, not to hurt him anymore 

But Jotaro glances at you out of the corner of his eye and sees your limp body 

There’s a furious, cold steel gleam in his eye

He’s purely emotionless

But Star Platinum is screaming, sobbing, torn between taking care of you and ripping the Stand user to shreds. 

Everyone can see that it’s impacting Jotaro on an incredibly deep level

And that’s probably how most of the Stardust Crusaders found out, honestly 

Because when someone is ready to kill for you (and almost does), doesn’t that say more than enough? 

#4 (Tied with #3) is...Jonathan! 

a GENTLEMAN 

This king would treat you so well 

Folks call him a simp but they’re fools 

He would treat you so gently 

It’s almost like he thinks you’re delicate

Of course, you’re not, but it’s an incredibly cushy lifestyle 

Being pampered by your rich boyfriend who wouldn’t so much as glance at any other girls if you even vaguely mentioned it??? 

Yes’m!!!

You paint him something?? 

The next time you visit, it will be front and centre by the staircase 

You write something for him? 

He has it in his pocket, constantly, and reads it when he needs a breather. 

He adores you endlessly and wants to marry you, 100%

He’s here for the long run!! 

After the first fight with Dio, he’s stressing to you how much he just wants to live well with you 

(personally, i write within the Eyes Of Heaven AU, and Jonathan lives, goddamnit) 

After the second and third fights, he drops as much of the fighting life as he can 

The last thing he wants is to die on you and leave you a widow 

You tease him on how big-hearted he is at times, but takes it all with an open mind 

He thinks that when you get upset, it’s adorable 

You’re much shorter than him, so he just wraps you up in a big ‘ol hug 

But if you’re angry at him, he won’t 

He feels like it invalidates your anger, and the last thing he wants is to make you feel bad 

The kind of arguments you guys would have would be like ‘You got me the best present!’ v ‘No, you got me the best present!!’ 

Seriously

The amount of softness...its tangible 

[journeysintowebcomics]

Girl Genius #219

UPDATE 219: Corbettite Crypt

Last time Gil informed Tarvek of the situation, and people kept trying to reach Tarvek to kidnap or kill him. Unfortunately, someone seems to have been successful, so now it’s time to try to stop that from happening. Let’s continue.

Ah, right, Bangladesh is in the way. Good luck to whoever tried to reach him.

As expected, Bangladesh has added a few people more to her counter of people killed, and was about to add one more when Gil arrives to stop her. Right now what he’s interested in is getting information from this person, so he starts interrogating. At the first sign of defiance he gets Oglavia Spudna to take over the interrogation.

I think I like this new character the Foglios decided to add. She seems fun. Just like Bangladesh is into killing, Spudna is very into spying and gathering info. That’s fun. I’m sure she’s destined to be no more than a rather minor character, but I intend to enjoy her time in the story anyway.

I’m not entirely sure, but it seems like it’s implied those people from the Forbidden Library succeeded at kidnapping Tarvek, because Gil is furious with them, so much he wants to capture and get rid of them. Okay! This doesn’t have to be a bad thing, if the library took Tarvek, there’s a good chance he’ll be in the library and therefore stumble upon Agatha. I hope so, at least!

Speaking of Agatha in the library, there she is, sitting around in the Hermitorium and giving some thought to the situation. How did she know what to do? She theorizes the knowledge came from Lucrezia, and that when she was done, she felt a surge of triumph. Hm. That’d mean Lucrezia wanted to set free that Muse of Time clank, no? Why’d she want such a thing, I wonder...none of Lucrezia’s plans seem to involve the Muse of Time, as far as I know. Will it turn out that muse was actually she in Anevka’s body, somehow? Because that’s the only possibility I can think with what I know so far. It’s likely the Muse of Time being in cahoots with Lucrezia has to do with events yet to come, not with events that already happened.

Althoooough...hm, okay, this is a theory. What if the reason Lucrezia set the Muse of Time free is so the entirety of Girl Genius would happen? The Muse of Time, well, can travel through time. Maybe in its personal timeline, it hasn’t appeared in front of Agatha in this very, very early moment:

So Lucrezia had to set the clank free so someday it could open that portal and point at Agatha ominously, and therefore this webcomic would begin. It’s possible, no?

While Agatha was mulling her place in this big ol’ series of events, the rest were looking around for information, and may have found the reason why Van Rijn was getting visited so often by the Muse of Time. It involves the Heterodynes. Naturally! What doesn’t involve the Heterodynes?

Is he suggesting there’s some sort of link between Van Rijn and the Corbettites, then? Because if the device ended here, in the Hermitorium, then there must have been some sort of relation. But hey, this is good! This would be one step closer to solving the Mechanisburg problem. That device may be somewhere in here, in the Hermitorium.

There’s the link. Not only this place used to be a Corbettite stronghold, Van Rijn also worked with them. There may be crypts around here that hold the object Margarelotta of the Confusing Name sought. Hey, weren’t the librarians here waiting for her? She had the book and the key to enter the Hermitorium, clearly she was looking for the device, and seeing how that thing may be what they need to solve the time bubble in Mechanisburg...I have a feeling it was all to get Tarvek out of there. After all, Margarelotta was on Tarvek’s side. Now the librarians have Tarvek, so even though Margarelotta died, her role was fulfilled.

Later, they’re resting and all. You know, people in this story need to stop taking baths while they’re in plain sight from each other, it’s silly.

Today’s goal is to follow the steps of Professor Zardeliv, who went to some crypts. Oh boy, the crypts of Paris! I know there are catacombs underneath Paris, so of course there must be a Girl Genius equivalent, and I’m sure this equivalent is a nightmare to go through. This should be interesting!

Since Agatha has Van Rijn’s book, she has a good advantage when it’s about staying clear from the myriad of traps inside. She and the rest of her crew should be fine, how hard can this be?

I’ll say, the plot is progressing at quite a nice pace. The story isn’t staying on one single place for long. I mean, yeah, they’re in Paris, but they have been in many places inside the city. It truly feels like the story is moving forward! That was the big problem with the seventy million volumes the Castle of Mechanisburg story needed, it was all the same building. I’m so glad my problems with Girl Genius are gone.

You know, that train has settled rather well in his role as her little companion clank, alongside the Castle. Kind of hard to believe he was fighting her so hard just a few days ago, in-story.

That wasn’t what Agatha intended to say at all, instead she tries to tell them to not feel like they have to come along. Except that everyone with her, like true troopers, already were getting ready to follow along. Going with Agatha until the very end! Well, except the librarian guy. He’s the only one who isn’t looking forward to doing this, because he didn’t ask to be an honorary member of Agatha’s crew. He has to stick along because his superiors said so. Hey, don’t fret so much, researcher Aldin, you’re generally safe as long as you stay close to them.

Apparently Hoffman daydreams so often about Colette marrying him even this researcher guy from the Forbidden Library knows about it.

I guess the students that take Ixibod’s PoliSci course tend to get into political marriages.

Hm, since the Foglios saw fit to put an unrelated image right here, I suppose this is a good time as any to stop for the time being. I’ll continue next time!

Next time: seven updates

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“Trump’s calls with foreign leaders have long worried aides, leaving some ‘genuinely horrified’

By Carol D. Leonnig, Shane Harris and Josh Dawsey October 4, 2019 at 7:19 PM EDT nytimes.com

“In one of his first calls with a head of state, President Trump fawned over Russian President Vladimir Putin, telling the man who ordered interference in America’s 2016 election that he was a great leader and apologizing profusely for not calling him sooner.”

He pledged to Saudi officials in another call that he would help the monarchy enter the elite Group of Seven, an alliance of the world’s leading democratic economies.”

“He promised the president of Peru that he would deliver to his country a C-130 military cargo plane overnight, a logistical nightmare that set off a herculean scramble in the West Wing and Pentagon.”

“And in a later call with Putin, Trump asked the former KGB officer for his guidance in forging a friendship with North Korea’s Kim Jong Un — a fellow authoritarian hostile to the United States.”

“Starting long before revelations about Trump’s interactions with Ukraine’s president rocked Washington, Trump’s phone calls with foreign leaders were an anxiety-ridden set of events for his aides and members of the administration, according to former and current officials. They worried that Trump would make promises he shouldn’t keep, endorse policies the United States long opposed, commit a diplomatic blunder that jeopardized a critical alliance or simply pressure a counterpart for a personal favor.”

“There was a constant undercurrent in the Trump administration of [senior staff] who were genuinely horrified by the things they saw that were happening on these calls,” said one former White House official, who spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss the private conversations. “Phone calls that were embarrassing, huge mistakes he made, months and months of work that were upended by one impulsive tweet.”

“But Trump’s July 25 call with Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky went beyond whether the leader of the free world had committed a faux pas, and into grave concerns, he had engaged in a possible crime or impeachable offense. The release last week of a whistleblower complaint alleging Trump pressured Ukraine to investigate his political rivals as well as the release of a rough transcript of the July call led to House Democrats launching an impeachment inquiry against Trump.”

“The Ukraine controversy has put a renewed focus on Trump’s un­or­tho­dox way of interacting with fellow world leaders in diplomatic calls. Critics, including some former administration officials, contend that Trump’s behavior on calls with foreign leaders has at times created unneeded tensions with allies and sent troubling signals to adversaries or authoritarians that the United States supports or at least does not care about human rights or their aggressive behavior elsewhere in the world.”

“Joel Willett, a former intelligence officer who worked at the National Security Council from 2014 to 2015, said he was concerned both by the descriptions of a president winging it, and the realization that the president’s behavior disturbs and frightens career civil servants.”

“What a burden it must be to be stuck between your position of trust in the White House and another obligation you may feel to the American people to say something,” he said. The White House did not respond to a request for comment Thursday or Friday.”

“Sen. Lindsey O. Graham (R-S.C.), a Trump ally, said the president speaks his mind and diverges from other presidents who follow protocol. Graham said he saw nothing distressing in the president’s July 25 call with Zelensky and said he expected it to be worse, partially given his own experience with Trump on the phone.”

“If you take half of my phone calls with him, it wouldn’t read as cleanly and nicely,” he said, adding that the president sounded like a “normal person.”

“This story is based on interviews with 12 former or current officials with knowledge of the president’s foreign calls. These officials had direct involvement in the calls, were briefed on them or read the transcripts afterward. All spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss the president’s private conversations with world leaders.”

“The first call Trump made that set off alarm bells came less than two weeks after his inauguration. On Jan. 28, Trump called Putin for what should have been a routine formality: accepting a foreign leader’s congratulations. Former White House officials described Trump as “obsequious” and “fawning,” but said he also rambled off into different topics without any clear point, while Putin appeared to stick to formal talking points for a first official exchange.”

“He was like, ‘Oh my gosh, my people didn’t tell me you wanted to talk to me,’ ” said one person with direct knowledge of the call.”

“Trump has been consistently cozy with authoritarian leaders, sparking anxiety among aides about the solicitous tones he struck with Chinese President Xi Jinping, Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan and Putin.”

“We couldn’t figure out early on why he was being so nice to Russia,” one former senior administration official said. H.R. McMaster, the president’s then-national security adviser, launched an internal campaign to get Trump to be more skeptical of the Russians. Officials expressed surprise in both of his early Putin calls at why he was so friendly.”

  “In another call, in April 2017, Trump told Philippine President Rodrigo Duterte, who had overseen a brutal campaign that has resulted in the extrajudicial killings of thousands of suspected drug dealers, that he was doing an “unbelievable job on the drug problem.”

“Trump’s personal goals seeped into calls. He pestered Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe for help in recommending him for a Nobel Prize, according to an official familiar with the call. “People who could do things for him — he was nice too,” said one former security official. “Leaders with trade deficits, strong female leaders, members of NATO — those tended to go badly.”

“Aides bristled at the dismissive way he sometimes addressed longtime U.S. allies, especially women. In a summer 2018 call with Prime Minister Theresa May, Trump harangued the British leader about her country’s contribution to NATO. He then disputed her intelligence community’s conclusion that Putin’s government had orchestrated the attempted murder and poisoning of a former Russian spy on British soil.”

“Trump was totally bought into the idea there was credible doubt about the poisoning,” said one person briefed on the call. “A solid 10 minutes of the conversation is spent with May saying it’s highly likely and him saying he’s not sure.”

“Trump would sometimes make commitments to foreign leaders that flew in the face of U.S. policy and international agreements, as when he told a Saudi royal that he would support their country’s entry into the G-7.”

“The G-7 is supposed to be the allies with whom we share the most common values and the deepest commitment to upholding the rules-based order,” the former official said.”

“Russia was kicked out of the group in 2014 for violating international law when it invaded Ukraine and annexed Crimea. Trump has publicly advocated for Russia to be allowed back in. Saudi Arabia, which oppresses women and has a record of human rights abuses, wasn’t a fit candidate for membership, the former official said.”

“Saudi Arabia was not admitted to the group. Calls with foreign leaders have often been highly orchestrated events in past administrations.”

“When I was at the White House, there was a very deliberative process of the president absorbing information from people who had deep substantive knowledge of the countries and relationships with these leaders. Preparation for these calls was taken very seriously,” Willett said. “It appears to be freestyle and ad-libbed now.”

“Trump has rejected much of the protocol and preparation associated with foreign calls, even as his national security team tried to establish goals for each conversation.”

“Instead, Trump often sought to use calls as a way to befriend whoever he was talking to, one current senior administration official said, defending the president. “So he might say something that sounds terrible to the outside, but in his mind, he’s trying to build a relationship with that person and sees flattery as the way to do it.”

“The president resisted long briefings before calls or reading in preparation, several former officials said. McMaster, who preferred providing the president with the information he could use to make decisions, resigned himself to giving Trump small notecards with bulleted highlights and talking points.”

“You had two to three minutes max,” said one former senior administration official. “And then he was still usually going to say whatever he wanted to say.”

“As a result, staff fretted that Trump came across ill-informed in some calls, and even oafish. In a conversation with China’s Xi, Trump repeated numerous times how much he liked a kind of chocolate cake, one former official said. The president publicly described the dessert the two had in April 2017 when Trump and Xi met at the president’s Mar-a-Lago resort as “the most beautiful piece of chocolate cake you have ever seen.”

“Trump preferred to make calls from the residence, which frustrated some NSC staff and West Wing aides who wanted to be on hand to give the president real-time advice. If he held the call in the Oval Office, aides would gather around the desk and pass him notes to try to keep the calls on point. On a few occasions, then-Chief of Staff John F. Kelly muted the call to try to get the president back on track, two officials said.”

“Tim O’Brien, a Trump biographer, and critic, said the calls fit Trump’s style as a business leader. “When he had to get on calls with investors on a publicly-traded company, they had to worry that he would break securities laws and lie about the company’s profits,” O’Brien said. “When he would go and meet with regulators with the casino control commission, his lawyers were always worried under oath, in a public setting, that he would say something that would be legally damaging.”

“Though calls with foreign leaders are routinely planned in advance, Trump a few times called Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and French President Emmanuel Macron unannounced as if they were friends, a former administration official said.”

“After some early summaries of Trump calls with the leaders of Mexico and Australia leaked to the press in 2017, the White House tightened restrictions on who could access the transcripts and kept better track of who had custody of copies. For example, Vice President Pence still received a courtesy copy of any foreign-leader call, but his staff now had to sign off when they transported it to his office and also sign off when they returned or destroyed the document.”

“Some former officials said that over time staff became used to the oddity of some calls even if they still found them troubling.”

“People had gotten really numb to him blurting out something he shouldn’t have,” one former national security staffer remarked.”

“But officials who had served in the White House through the end of 2018 were still shocked by the whistleblower complaint about the effort to “lockdown” records of Trump’s July 25 call. The complaint said White House officials ordered the transcript moved into a highly secure computer system, known as NICE, which is normally reserved only for information about the most sensitive code-word-level intelligence programs.”

“Unheard of,” said one former official who handled foreign calls. “That just blew me away.”

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I had a request for this, but mobile fucked me over and deleted it when I opened it soo... *insert shrug emoji here*

I had some troubles with this just because I made Todoroki sound so stale and boring so I tried not to.

But also, hey, this is my take on what he would be like, so :P

Shouto Todoroki A-Z Fluff

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Shouto likes cute dates.

He loves taking you out to dinners, movies, walks in a beautiful park.

He wants to be a cliche posh couple

Besides dates, Shouto just loves being around you in comfortable silence.

He can and will just sit next to you and watch you read a book silently to yourself.

He just loves being in your presence.

He loves doing homework with you.

Even if you two are on different intellectual levels, he doesn’t mind.

If he ends up spending most of study time helping you understand a subject/topic better, he is happy just because you’ll do better in class now.

He also likes to go shopping with you because he has daddy’s credit card and doesn’t give a fuck.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

The one thing he loves the most about you is your acceptance of him.

He also loves your support of his dreams and goals.

Absolutely in love with your smile and will feel the butterflies go wild if he’s the one who can make you smile/laugh

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Shouto might be a little slow at understanding your quirks/triggers, so if anything he’s going to do more damage control than preventative help.

If you can really hide your emotions well, or don’t tell him what’s wrong, he’s not going to catch on right away.

He’s also going to be really guilty and disappointed with himself because he’s going to think it’s his fault you’re sad or anxious because you apparently don’t trust him enough to go to him for help. He’ll think it’s all his fault you’re in trouble.

But if you do reach out to him, he’s going to use every resource possible to help you.

If you’re chronically depressed, Shouto will offer to help you get professional help.

Not because he doesn’t want to help you personally, he just thinks it’s better that you get professional help because they’ll do a way better job than him.

If you don’t need/want professional advice or care. Shouto will let you vent to him all you need to, or make you feel better.

Shouto will mentally freak out with your first few anxiety attacks, just because he doesn’t know how to fix it and he doesn’t understand them.

He will then ask for advice from your friends and family on how to help you or how to look for signs that an attack will or can happen.

He’ll also read up on anxiety disorders and tips because he needs to be as knowledgeable as possible to help you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Shouto is a bit hesitant about hoping for/imagining a future with you just because he doesn’t want to get let down if you leave him.

He thinks you could do way better than him and will realize that yourself eventually.

But he does want to take care of you and make you happy.

If you want to be a house spouse, he’ll happily let you never work a day again in your life.

If you want to a big lavish house, or want to move literally anywhere in the world, Shouto is on that.

He is scared of having children with you because he is so scared that he’s going to let you and the kids down.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Shouto is passive.

He’ll be happy if you want to take full control of the relationship because he doesn’t care what happens as long as you’re both content with the relationship.

If you let Shouto be the complete dom of the relationship, he’s going panic a bit because he doesn’t know how to boyfriend and he’s not sure if he’s boyfriend-ing right.

But he’ll eventually get the hang of it and stop fretting so much

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Shouto will forgive you almost every time no matter what.

It’ll take a lot to really make him angry at you.

I mean, it doesn’t, but why would you purposely try to do that?

If you two somehow find yourselves arguing and cannot come to an agreement, or someone refuses to apologize or admit fault:

Shouto will still talk to you and be around you, he’ll pretend you two aren’t kinda annoyed with each other, but he’s going be a bit tense and stoic.

Shouto will usually be the first to apologize or try to come up with a resolution because he misses you and he usually always puts the fault on himself no matter what.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Shouto was grateful the moment he started falling for you and you weren’t even weren’t together yet.

He just thought you were so beautiful and he was so thankful he was able to live in the same timeline as you, and witness such perfection.

Shouto will constant be aware of what you do for him.

He’s a polite boy who says thank you and is constantly wanting to repay you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Shouto hides his insecurities from you.

He may eventually share these problems with you.

But if you voice that you feel sad or are worried for him because of his self doubt/self esteem, he may keep his struggles to himself to keep the burden off of you.

Shouto is a suffer in silence type and you will have to break him of that.

He most likely won’t know that you want him to come to you for help.

He’ll act as if you just invented therapy right there when you ask him to vent to you.

“What is this “talk my feelings with you” thing you’re suggesting? I can do that? Genius.”

But when he shares his feelings with you and he sees how understanding you are, he’ll feel way better, and he’ll start doing it more often.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You will help him with his daddy/mommy issues.

You’ll make him see that his fire is beautiful and his own.

I mean, sure, Midoriya was the first, but you’ll really hammer it in better and make Shouto stop feeling like he’s just doing what his father wants.

You will introduce him to so many different places.

Sports, music, art, foods, date ideas, activities.

He’ll have so much fun trying out so many new things with you.

He’ll trust people better.

He’ll start opening up to his friends more.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Shouto is really level headed, and trusts you to make your own decisions and judgements.

Shouto only steps into something if you’re getting uncomfortable with the person hitting on you, or they’re getting too handsy.

Shouto will come over and hold your hand, pulling you closer to him and away from the threat.

He might also kiss your hand to show that you’re his.

Shouto will do what he has to, to keep you safe and scare off people.

But this doesn’t mean he doesn’t get jealous.

He tries his best not to let him get to him.

He also doesn’t want to bother you with his jealousy because he doesn’t want to sound controlling or insecure.

You’ll know if Shouto is jealous because he doesn’t hide it well.

Shouto will watch someone closely if he feels like they’re trying to come between you and Shouto or what Shouto thinks “better than him and will take you away.”

If Shouto has to interact with said person, he’s very reserved and short.

When Shout is jealous, and you two are alone, he acts different.

He’s more clingy; Showering you in affection and compliments.

He’ll bring up who is bothering him and he’ll ask you what you think of that person, to see if he can get any clues from your answer to see if this person really is a potential threat.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Shouto is a shy kisser.

His kisses are soft and start off hesitant.

But they will get more rough, or intense when Shouto gets really into it.

Shouto’s first kiss with you was cautious and quick.

He didn’t want to overwhelm you or push boundaries.

He’ll gain confidence with his kisses when he gets more comfortable and experienced.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Shouto may not understand that what he feels for you is something more than friendship.

Some outside force will have to intervene and show him that he’s into you.

Once he figures this out, he still might not confess to you.

He’ll try to leave you hints. Either it be small gifts, favors, or just spending time with you.

He’s hoping that this woos you and you confess to him first instead.

If you’re not getting his clues he’ll have to eventually tell you.

He’ll want to take you out and give you a good time, and then confess.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Shouto is a bit intimidated by marriage, because of how his parents ended up.

But nonetheless, Shouto wants to spend forever with you.

Shouto wants to go all out in his style.

A lavish date, at an expensive restaurant, maybe go to some big fancy event or show, a walk in the park under a bright, clear starry night. Maybe ask you during a fireworks show, or maybe some fountain light show.

He wants everything to be perfect.

Marrying Shouto is just like dating him, except living with him and sleeping in the same bed.

He’s still going to be himself except more happier because he’s just so grateful.

His gifts may get even more expensive or extravagant.

He wants to spoil the hell out of you.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Shouto calls you by your name.

Might even be so bold as to refer to you by your first name *gasp*

You might be able to get him to call you some names you like.

But he’ll feel ridiculous if they’re too cliche and embarrassing.

But on the brightside, he’ll let you call him whatever you like.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Shouto is far more happier.

He is on cloud nine.

If Shouto is still a stoic boy when you two start dating, no one will really see much of a difference in him unless they really really pay attention.

Shouto likes to express himself with material items or just focusing on you.

He’s willing to do anything to make you happy.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Unless someone asks specifically about your relationship, no one will know you and Shouto are dating.

Shouto likes to keep his private life secret.

He also isn’t the bragging type.

Shouto doesn’t like pda.

If you show him affection in public, he’ll get too embarrassed to reciprocate.

He’s okay with hand holding.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Shouto is a great listener.

He’ll stay silent and let you talk and talk all day and night.

He’d nod along and reply when appropriate.

He’s just so focused on you and he loves your voice.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Shouto is textbook, cliche, rom-com romantic.

He’s the perfect gentleman, getting you beautiful bouquets of roses or flower arrangements.

He’s getting you something every anniversary, and he never forgets a special date.

Shouto doesn’t know how to boyfriend so he learned from the media on what a perfect boyfriend is and he is trying his best.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Shouto is your biggest fan/supporter.

Whatever you wanna do, he’s there cheering you on or helping you reach that goal.

He believes in you, 100% because he knows you’re smart and absolutely amazing.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

If Shouto thinks there’s something wrong with the relationship, or he thinks you’re losing interest in him, he’s doing everything he can think of to fix things.

Outlandish date ideas

Expensive vacations

Lavish gifts

He’s asking for advice from everyone as to what he should do.

He’s even asking Bakugou for help.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Shouto is the world’s best listener

He remembers every little detail you tell him even if you forget you told him.

He knows things you didn’t know because he’s just paying that much attention to you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is everything to him.

You’re the one person in this entire world he trusts the most.

You’ve brought him out of his shell

You’ve built up his self worth

You’re his biggest fan

Without you, he feels like the world’s loneliest person.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Everyone knows this headcanon about Shouto’s hot and cold side.

During the winter, you cuddle up on his left side for warmth, and in the summer, the right side for coolness.

And Shouto finds it very amusing.

But also, when you’re cold and seek his warmth, he gets so happy that his left side can make you happy.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Shouto can be very affectionate in private.

When you two are alone, he has his arms around you the majority of the time.

He loves to kiss your hands and all over your face.

He thinks it’s so cute how flustered you get over such little sentiments

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Shouto is far more reserved from his friends

He’s also constantly lost in thought, thinking of you.

Shouto isn’t big on technology, but when you’re gone, he is glued to his phone waiting for any responses from you.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Shouto will go the extra mile for you.

You are the love of his life.

But when comes to how far he’s willing to go to keep you, it really depends on how far in the relationship you two are, or what point in his hero career he is.