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crimson-kisses · 3 months ago

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Hi hello good evening!! I have been lurking about for quite some time and i honestly love your writing!!

If it's not too much, could you give us a crumb of yandere romano?? 👀 some general headcanons or whatever you're in the mood for??

Have a lovely day!!

Piccolo regalo

Characters/Fandoms/Pairings: Yandere! Lovino Vargas || Romano [Hetalia] x Fem!reader

Warning: This story will contain xplicit yandere themes, proceed with caution [includes non consensual acts, toxic relationship, the like]

Author's notes: Lovino has definitely been in my mind lately, so have this little snippet I wrote up in a hurry. This was inspired by this piece by @yanderehetaliadrabbles 🌻🐝~~~♡

Also, remember that lot has been going around the world lately, try to educate yourself and contribute as much as you can.

The kitchen was infused with the enticing aroma of sizzling eggplant as you carefully fried the golden slices in a pan, observing as they reached the perfect balance of tenderness and crispiness.

On any other day, you would have joyfully taken a few bites, turned on the radio to sway to some tunes, and effortlessly navigated the kitchen to gather ingredients and clean up. However, today, sombre thoughts preoccupied your mind, leaving you focused solely on the task at hand.

A slight frown took on your lips as you adjusted the ribbon, holding back your hair. Yeah, you weren't really in the mood for swaying around and being carefree.

An almost alarming smell caught your attention as you instinctively set the fried eggplant slices aside on a plate lined with paper towels to drain. Slightly burnt but not too much to be concerned about.

Mistakes happen, and nothing is too perfect. It was the bitter truth, and one you accepted as you continued with the preparation of the dish.

Nothing is too perfect. Mistakes were human. You almost vividly recalled the countless times you'd watched your nonna prepare this beloved dish. She seemed to be so perfectly superior in her skills, but you remember her laughing about her own mistakes in her childhood when it was your time to take on the kitchen.

People weren't perfect, and no matter how superior or skilled they seemed, they were bound to slip up. That was being human. Humans weren't perfect, and neither were relationships.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you turned your attention to the tomato sauce, a crucial component that would add depth and richness to the dish. You tried not to think, think, and think. But you were always such a feisty smart ass for your own good.

Perhaps that extended to everything else as well. Ah, were you so blindsided by love that you couldn't see the signs any sooner? The cracks in your lover until it was too late? Maybe it was because he seemed so perfect. Someone who could love you despite the edges you had and cherish all your faults. He was too perfect to be human.

Trying to suppress the shaking of your hand, you sautéed onions and garlic in a seperate pot until translucent, then added canned tomatoes, letting the mixture simmer and thicken to perfection.

But he wasn't even human, and neither was he perfect. Nothing can be too perfect for everyone.

You tightened the apron around your waist, opening the curtains wider, allowing a strong beam of sunlight to flood the kitchen. The golden rays illuminated the room, casting a warm glow on the countertops and appliances. Outside, the gentle rustling of olive trees could be heard and seen, their branches heavy with ripe olives ready for harvest.

To Romano though, you were perfect. Too perfect maybe, your confident suave nature resonated well with him, balancing his fiery intense attitude. Mostly what pulled you both together though was pure passion for things you both loved. Both of you were so supportive and protective of each other, even embracing the faults.

With the eggplant fried and the tomato sauce ready, it was time to assemble the layers. You reached for a baking dish and spooned a layer of the tomato sauce onto the bottom, spreading it evenly to coat the surface.

You still loved him, despite all his issues, insecurities, and stubbornness. Your sly antics countered his flirty attempts, coolly challenging him and keeping him on his toes. The tango you initiated with him was a dance of passion and tension, French kisses after deep arguments were common, a way to your love amidst the conflicts. To you, he was perfect, but maybe that love still wasn't enough for him.

Next came a layer of the fried eggplant slices, their golden-brown hue a testament to their perfect crispiness. You sprinkled a generous amount of grated Parmesan cheese over the eggplant, the sharpness of the cheese promising to balance the sweetness of the tomatoes.

Your thoughts raced as you continued with the cooking. Memories of family gatherings, moments with your nonna, and times with friends seemed distant, almost as if they belonged to another lifetime. Ever since you were told, forced to stay in this secluded house in the Southern countryside, those memories felt even more remote.

The layering process continued, each addition of eggplant, tomato sauce, and cheese building upon the last, creating a beautiful and delicious mosaic of flavors and textures. You added the final layer of tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese to your favorite traditional dish.

The setting was undeniably idyllic, the kind that would make your mamma gush over its charm, and your zie would nod approvingly, pleased that you had finally settled down. Despite its beauty, you couldn't shake off the feeling of complete isolation, the sense of being disconnected from the world you once knew.

With the assembled dish in the oven, the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of baked cheese and tomatoes. As you waited, your thoughts drifted once again to Lovino. He was the kind of man who would eat anything if you made it. Not that you would not threaten to poison his food if he didn't learn to appreciate what you cooked.

Nonetheless, you prepared some Caponata as a side dish knowing that's what Lovino preferred. Perhaps the sweet and sour taste resonated well with his personality.

You snorted in amusement. Asshole.

Setting the dining table, you poured some homemade Limoncello into a chilled glass. Placing it on a tray, you carefully set it on the dining table, beside the plated Caponata. Moments later, you retrieved the fragrant Melanzane alla Parmigiana from the oven, its baked cheese and tomato aroma filling the kitchen.

With oven mitts protecting your hands, you placed the hot dish on a trivet and proudly set it on the table, completing the meal for you and Lovino.

Placing your hands on your waist, you apprehensively glanced at the clock. He had said he would be coming home early today during the phone call, and judging by his tone, you assumed his mood was sour. Lately, this had become quite common, and it always made you tense when he seemed to be brimming with anger. The anticipation of his arrival weighed on you, adding an underlying tension to the otherwise peaceful atmosphere in the house.

There was a reason, you were trapped in the house he had bought for the both of you. Could you escape? Quite easily, but only physically for a short amount of time. Being a family woman, with close ties with other people, it put everything and everyone you loved at a dangerous risk.

You loved too deep, too passionately, too traditionally, and that love of yours kept you in shackles. That love which Lovino was possessive of. Lovino would easily find you, and he had already proved that your family and friends would pay the price if you stepped out of line. Heavily, and you couldn't bear that.

After all, how could you escape the grasps of a man who had been here for centuries? He knew every nook and corner, had legal and illegal ties which would be fatal.

The door opens with a thud, causing you to rise on your toes in startlement. You see your lover stumble in, clearly heavily intoxicated. His unsteady gait and slurred speech confirm your suspicions. Soon after, the sound of a car starting up can be heard, gradually fading as it drives away from the house, leaving behind an uneasy silence.

You wished you were in that car, far away from this isolated place. Perhaps, you could ask Lovino to take you out, once he is stable enough of course.

Nonetheless, pulling up your dress slightly to hasten your steps, you briskly walk towards him in concern. Your hands instinctively reach out to steady the stumbling man as he gives you a lopsided smirk, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

Lovino places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his intoxicated form. His shirt is disheveled, and you tug on it to help balance him properly, feeling the warmth of his breath and the weight of his body leaning against you.

Both of you stumble awkwardly after hastily closing the door. Before you can react further, Lovino pushes you up against the counter, causing your breath to hitch in surprise. You give him a level-headed stare, trying to convey your concern and irritation. However, he places a finger on your lips as you attempt to speak, effectively silencing you and adding to the tension between you two.

"Lovi, this—" your tone biting, you gesture sharply with your hands, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt, "is enough. Dinner is ready, and you are beyond drunk." Your eyes dart around, searching his face for answers.

All you find is overflowing love and a sense of lust swimming around his eyes. "Where have you been? Didn't you have some work today?" You finish with a sigh, placing a hand on his arm, furrowing your brows in concern.

God, you cared for this man so deeply. How could you not? You doubted you could ever stop caring for him, but sometimes you just didn't know what to do with him.

A flinch escapes you when you feel his fingers trace your jawline, skimming through the strands of your hair. His touch lingers for a moment, a slight frown forming on his lips. You wondered what was he thinking of.

"What's the matter, darling? Didn't you miss me, huh?" he mumbles incoherently, the furrows between his brows deepening along with his frown.

His eyes narrow as he bends closer to your neck, taking in your scent slowly. His hands, initially tentative, find their place around your shoulders, gripping slightly as he breathes deeply for a moment. He seems to be seeking comfort, trying to find solace in your presence.

But you can't seem to give him that, something in you doesn't know where to even start. Your fingers start to grip his shoulders as you let out a shudder, your lips almost ghost over his, hesitant and unsure.

"Mio amore, you have no idea how much I wanted to be with you today," Lovino starts, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. He grimaces disdainfully as he recalls his day, "After such a long day with a room full of idiotic bastards."

You couldn't help but grow more concerned, but chose to remain silent about it. As Lovino, had never liked you defending them, even if it was fair enough, given his attitude. There was always some drama at his workplace, especially regarding his personal relationships.

Pausing for a moment, he takes a deep breath, his eyes softening as they meet yours. "All the time, I was thinking of you," he confesses, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

His hands, with an urgency you haven't felt in a while, snake around your waist with firm grip, drawing you irresistibly close to him. "Tesoro," he murmurs softly, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue, filled with affection. The weight of his desire is palpable, and you find yourself pressed tightly against his chest.

He breathes heavily, his warm breath brushing against your skin as he leans down, capturing your lips with an intensity that leaves you breathless. "Amore mio," he whispers against your lips, his voice husky with emotion. The world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this passionate moment.

A startled noise escapes you, surprised by the suddenness and strength of his grip. As he deepens the kiss, his arms tighten around you, lifting you slightly off your feet. "Bella," he murmurs, pulling you even closer, the intensity of his emotions leaving you breathless. You could taste the alcohol on his lips.

"Wait, dinner is--", you start to say, your voice trailing off as Lovino emits an annoyed grunt. He pulls back slightly, his eyes narrowing as they lock onto yours, covered in a haze.

His hands grip yours, which remain on his chest, bringing them to his lips. He messily pecks every inch of your delicate skin, affectionately raw.

"Dinner can wait, I cannot," he declares firmly, his voice laced with urgency and unmistakable desire. The atmosphere between you two thickens, the dim light casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting the longing in his eyes. His fingers gently trace your jawline, a silent plea for you to stay in this intimate moment just a little longer.

He had always been drawn to your argumentative nature; he liked his women confident, assertive, yet elegant and romantic. The intoxicating affection between you was often mixed with passionate disputes and petty fights. That was just how he liked it. He wanted to see you angry with him, and then to have you care for him, let him take care of you, picking up the pieces both of you had scarred and kiss it right.

But now. He didn't have the patience for that, he had always been selfish, possessive when it came to you. He needed your love, a reminder marked onto his skin.

He needed to feel your unwavering love, even with all his flaws, trusting that you wouldn't forsake him, like everyone else always had, just as he would never dream of leaving you behind. He sought to drown his insecurities in the depths of your love and trust. By loving you, he hoped to discover his worth and find a place of significance in your heart. He wanted to be everything you would ever need. To be enough.

And never be cast aside once again.

Lovino needed you. Right at this moment, dinner left at the table to be eaten later right after both of you have devoured each other and Lovino had forgotten the outside world.

Instead, curses erupted from his lips as a kick was aimed at his shin, causing him to stumble back from the force of your push. He hissed and gripped the place where you had hit him, rubbing it and breathing harshly through gritted teeth. You took the opportunity to slip past him, your steps hurried and uneven as you moved toward the staircase.

For a moment, he stood there, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, the anger in his eyes simmering just below the surface. But it didn’t take him long to regain his momentum. His gaze followed you, and his expression darkened as he saw you with your back pressed against the wall near the staircase, your eyes peering at him through your lashes—a look filled with defiance and a hint of fear.

It made his chest ache, a sharp pang that twisted deep within him. You weren't supposed to look at him like that. You were supposed to be different. His lady. His treasure. His will to live. And yet, here you were, pushing him away when he needed you most. His frustration grew, an unspoken plea in his eyes, silently begging you to come back, to understand.

For a moment, he went blank, his hazy stare fixed on your disheveled form. Your hair was tousled, a wild halo framing your flushed face, a blush creeping across your skin. Even in your attempt at a glare, there was something undeniably alluring about you—the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, the fire in your eyes still burning. He found himself lost in the sight, his thoughts wandering back to the bar he had just left.

The memories were blurred, clouded by the haze of alcohol, but one thing was certain: he had been thinking of you the entire time. He thought of the faces around him, of meaningless conversations and laughter that left him hollow. None of it mattered, not when the only thing he wanted was to be here, with you, where every emotion, every moment felt real and raw.

But there was more to it, always more. The familiar feeling of being lost crept in, like a dark shadow lurking in the corner of his mind. He felt empty, hollow, as if his own sense of self was slipping away. Insecurity crawled under his skin, a sickly sensation, and tension coiled around his veins like barbed wire, cutting deeper with every thought. Fear gripped him—a fear that seemed to grow stronger every day. Fear of losing himself, of losing you.

He was terrified, the idea of being abandoned haunting him like a specter. Today, Antonio had managed to piss him off more than usual. The bastard had somehow found out about your existence. His former mentor, acting as if he had the right to give advice. But all Lovino felt was cold anger simmering in his veins, a rage he could barely contain. No one should know about you. No one had the right. What if someone tried to steal you away? What if he lost you because he wasn’t good enough?

The thought tormented him. Antonio could easily sweep you away with his charm. Francis could woo you with his words, his elegance. Even Gilbert, with his reckless charm and sharp wit, could draw you away. The fear felt like a hand tightening around his throat, suffocating him with the sheer terror of losing you. You, his only solace, his anchor in a world that always seemed to be against him. Forgot him.

You were his rose, prickled with thorns but ever blooming and vibrant. No other person could ever compare to the way you made him feel. Unlike the others, you didn’t irritate him or make him feel small; you didn’t belittle him with words or make him feel unimportant, discardable. With you, he felt seen, understood, cherished.

You were the one who didn't mock his insecurities or laugh at his temper. Instead, you stood by him, firm but gentle, seeing past his rough edges to the man beneath. With you, he could breathe, truly breathe, without the constant fear of being judged or cast aside. Every smile you gave him was a balm to his soul, every touch a reassurance that he wasn't alone, that he was worth something more.

But now, those very thoughts—the ones that lifted him from his darkest moments—were twisting into knots of doubt and fear. The possibility of losing you was tearing at him, the mere idea of it ripping open old wounds that never seemed to heal. And that thought, the cold reality of it, terrified him more than anything else in the world.

Because he wasn’t—and never would be—enough. For anyone. He was filled with faults, weighed down by his mistakes, and always fell short. Never just enough, always the second choice. Always.

That gnawing fear haunted him, creeping into the corners of his mind like a shadow that wouldn't dissipate. It told him he wasn't worth loving, that he could never hold on to anything good, that even you—his precious rose—would eventually see through him and slip away. The fear clawed at his insides, twisting his heart with every breath he took.

His hands clenched into fists, his jaw set tight as he fought against the growing panic. He couldn't lose you, not when you were the only one who made him feel alive, who made the world seem a little less empty. Not when you were the only person who saw something in him worth saving.

“Lovino—” you began, your voice wavering as you pressed yourself further against the wall, your hands searching for something—anything—to steady your trembling form. His name escaped your lips like a fragile whisper.

He took a step forward, unsteady but determined. His gaze never wavered from you, eyes dark with frustration, longing, and something more—something deeper and more unsettling. His breath was ragged, the scent of alcohol lingering in the air as he closed the distance between you, each step causing your heartbeat to quicken, your chest tightening with fear and something else you couldn’t quite place.

"Don't... don't come any closer," you managed to choke out, but your words seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued, his stare locking you in place, making you feel both trapped and exposed.

He gives off an unsettling grin, mostly lopsided, as he inches even closer. "What's the matter, bella? Don’t I make you feel so good?" His voice is low and mocking, dripping with a twisted sort of affection. Sultry, enough to make you melt.

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the memories his words conjure, flashes of nights filled with soft murmurs and tangled sheets, moments when his touch was all-consuming and left you breathless. Lovino knew how to please his women. But now, that same touch feels different—possessive and heavy, like a storm cloud hanging overhead.

Fear still rests cold and lumpy in your stomach, winding tighter with each of his steps. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure, but the grin on his face only widens, sensing the effect he has on you. His eyes trail over your flushed skin, every flicker of emotion you can’t hide.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as his hand presses firmly beside your head, trapping you against the wall. His eyes are locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion like a predator stalking its prey. As you try to inch away, he matches your movement, trailing you step for step, making escape up the stairs impossible.

His other hand slowly moves to the hem of your dress near your neck, fingers brushing the fabric with an infuriating slowness, savouring each nervous gulp and the way your thighs shift uneasily He seems to drink in your reaction, his grin widening with every twitch and squirm. There’s a knowing look in his eyes, one that seems to say he understands you more than you understand yourself. Your expressions are open to him, revealing every thought, every emotion like a movie playing out just for his viewing.

Soon enough, you gasp as his hands curl around your thighs, lifting you slightly, pressing his body firmly between them. His lips trail along your neck, planting fervent kisses, each one more desperate than the last. Your head tilts back instinctively, exposing the soft skin to his hungry mouth. Soft, vulnerable moans escape your lips, betraying the conflicted feelings simmering within you, while your hands find his shoulders, gripping tightly as if to anchor yourself amidst the whirlwind of sensations.

"Tell me, mia cara," he murmurs, voice thick with need, his breath hot against your skin, "tell me how good I make you feel." His words are almost a growl, laced with a desperate need to settle down his hunger.

"Lovi— I can't ri—" you begin, but your words are abruptly cut off as a sharp cry escapes your lips. Lovino bites down on the exposed skin of your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt through your body. A low groan rumbles from his chest as he pulls back slightly, his breaths heavy, and his hand creeps toward the neckline of your dress, fingers tracing along the fabric with a deliberate slowness. His face inches back, frustration evident in the furrow of his brows.

"Why… why aren't you wearing the dress I gave you, huh?" he mutters, his voice tinged with irritation, his eyes searching yours for an answer. His hand tightens its grip on your waist as he leans in to kiss you, but you turn your head to the side, denying him.

A flicker of hurt flashes across his face, quickly replaced by a deeper frown. "Che diavolo, why won't you look at me?" His voice trembles with a mix of anger and insecurity, his hands trembling slightly as they hover near your cheek, longing to pull you back in, to have you only for himself.

You can't.

You feel him pull away, only to grab your hands again, a rough grip as he drags you up the stairs, His grip tightens around your wrist, knuckles white, dragging you up the winding stairs, each step echoing like the drumbeat of your heart as you stumble, half-carried, half-pulled into the darkness of the bedroom.

Your heart pounds in your chest, a storm of conflicting emotions. You love him — desperately, hopelessly — but you can't.

You can't keep on giving, not when he's already taken so much from you, threatening to consume your very soul with his burning need for love, for your love. How much more could you give? How much until you weren't enough for him anymore?

He yanks you into the bedroom, his movements hurried, almost frantic, as he begins to tug at the fabric of your dress. His eyes are wild, his lips twisted into a scowl. "You know... I never liked that damn cousin of yours," he mutters darkly, voice dripping with disdain. "The color doesn’t even suit your beauty."

You flinch at the venom in his tone, your glare meeting his. "It was given with love, Lovi," you retort, voice firmer than you feel. "He’s like a brother to me."

The word "brother" seems to pierce him like a knife. You see his expression darken, his jaw clenching tightly. You know he despises that word, especially after the disastrous encounter you had with his own brother, holding nothing but a deep-seated disdain for him. His grip tightens on the fabric of your dress, and you can feel the anger radiating from him, a hot, intense wave that seems to make the room feel smaller, the air heavier.

Lovino's breath is ragged as he looms over you, his hand curling around your waist possessively. "Don’t speak of him," he hisses, eyes narrowing into slits. "He won't love you like I do. No one does. And I won’t let anyone think they can even think of you that way."

Confusion grips you as Lovino's slurred words tumble out, his meaning obscured by the fog of alcohol. What is he talking about?The realization hits you suddenly — he’s drunk, and his mind is weaving together unrelated memories. it's clear he's thinking of his brother or that former mentor you've never even met.

He starts tugging at your dress, his movements frantic and almost clumsy. The fabric slips from your shoulders, pooling around your feet. A flash of panic surges through you — your heart pounds as you instinctively cross your arms over your chest, trying to cover yourself. But Lovino’s hands are quick, his fingers hot against your skin as they grip your waist, yanking you back toward him.

“Non farlo,” he growls, voice taut with frustration. “Don’t. I’m just trying to love you... Why do you keep pulling away?” There’s a raw edge to his tone, a strain that makes you shiver. His grip tightens on your sides, and you feel trapped by his intensity, his overwhelming need.

You try to back away, but your knees give out, and you stumble to the floor. The carpet cushions your fall, but Lovino is already there, closing in with a feverish look in his eyes. His breath fans against your face, and you see the desperation — a wild, almost feral determination that makes your stomach clench in fear. His presence feels suffocating, his gaze locked onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

"Mi sei mancata così tanto," he whispers, a slight tremor in his voice, his fingers digging into your skin like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. "Every minute I'm away from you, I feel like I'm losing my mind." His hands move, fingers tracing the thin straps of your bra. You flinch, trying to twist away, but he catches your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Guardami,” he orders, his voice thick with emotion. “Look at me, amore mio. Why won’t you just let me love you? Why do you keep running away?” His lips are close, so close, and you can feel his breath against your skin, warm and insistent.

Your chest tightens with anxiety. You feel tears sting at the corners of your eyes, your mind a whirl of conflicted emotions. You should push him away, should scream or shove him back — but your body is frozen, caught in the intensity of his desire, the raw, unfiltered need in his eyes.

Lovino’s fingers are trembling, tugging at your bra with an urgency that feels like it might break you. “Why can’t you see that no one will love you like I do?” he mutters, his voice cracking. “Nessuno... not Antonio, not Francis. No one.”

He surges forward, capturing your lips with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs, his kiss rough and demanding. His body presses against yours, almost crushing, as if he’s trying to merge with you, to ensure you can never escape.

You gasp against his mouth, your hands bracing against his chest, and for a moment, all you feel is the racing of his heart against your palm, the heavy beat of it matching your own. His hands are everywhere, pulling at you, holding you close, and there's a desperate edge to his touch, a frantic, aching need that makes your head spin.

And beneath him, you feel the weight of his obsession, his unrelenting desire. You're left trembling, torn between the instinct to fight and the growing realization that nothing will make him let go.

Your back arches as his knee presses against your core, forcing a soft, broken whimper from your lips, "Lovi~" The sound slips out despite the creeping dread that tightens like a vice around your ribs. You feel his pleased hum vibrate against your skin, resonating deep in your bones.

His grip tightens on your neck, and he gasps, a low, needy growl, "Sì, say my name again, bella, please... Tell me how good I make you feel."

Tears spill down your cheeks, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric as if it could save you from the intensity of his gaze. You can’t meet his eyes — those dark, wild eyes where hunger and desperation mix, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every ragged breath. You remain silent, unwilling to feed the fever burning in his chest. His hands move, cupping your breasts with a possessive tenderness, as if holding the fragile pieces of your heart, ready to tear them from your chest and devour them, bit by agonizing bit, until he’s full — or until you’re emptied.

You would give and give and give... because even now, a twisted, agonizing love still clings to your heart, beating for him.

His fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt, urgency trembling in his movements as he presses himself further between your legs, trapping you beneath the weight of his need. "Oh, mia farfalla," he murmurs, a dark promise coating his words, "I’m going to make your wings flutter tonight."

He would take and take and take, driven by the insatiable hunger he couldn’t stifle, the self-loathing he couldn’t escape. His breath hitches, and his eyes bore into yours with a maddening obsession.

"No other man could ever be perfect for you. You are too perfect to belong to anyone else."

And maybe, just maybe, when your chest has been carved open, your ribs stretched to their breaking point, and your heart ruthlessly torn apart and devoured, when every piece of you has been laid bare and consumed, maybe then,

Perhaps, in that moment of ultimate surrender, you might finally be perfectly enough for your precious amore— your Lovino.

When you open your eyes with a flutter, it feels as if the events of last night were nothing more than a fleeting dream. Yet, the ache in your body betrays the truth. You find yourself dressed in a satin yellow nightgown, your hair brushed and your skin clean — all clearly the work of Lovino's careful hands.

Groggy and disoriented, you stumble down the stairs. The house may be vast, but thankfully, Lovino's impatience meant the bedroom was close to the main areas. He couldn’t wait for you to be within arm’s reach.

In the kitchen, you see Lovino meticulously reheating last night's dinner and adding a touch of his own culinary flair. His back is turned to you, but you sense his awareness in the subtle, deliberate movements of his hands.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice cuts through the silence, thick with an unexpected vulnerability that catches you off guard. You watch him for a moment, your fingers absently running through your hair, trying to steady yourself.

"No, amore mio," you whisper, your voice steady, but your chest tightens with each word. You see the flicker of doubt in his eyes, the hesitation, and you know he can sense the lie—he always does. Yet, you keep repeating it, hoping maybe this time, it will be true.

You gaze out the window, observing how summer's golden warmth will soon yield to the crisp embrace of autumn. As the leaves fall and the world prepares for winter's silent stillness, the cycle of seasons will continue its eternal dance, ever turning, ever renewing.

Perfectly.

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waterdeepwife · 8 days ago

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Hii :) I loved your Age gap Tav x Gale headcanons. Could you write a little nsfw Drabble/ more headcanons for this?

Pretty Girl

Pairing: Gale x Fem! Reader

Warnings: AGE GAP relationship, NSFW, SMUT, Reader/Tav is early to mid 20s and Gale is 35, everything is consensual, Gale is a tease, Top! Gale, sub! Reader/Tav, p in v, unprotected sex, grinding, Gale is handsy, doggy style, light spanking, Gale calls sweet/pretty girl, takes place after the events of the game, smut with no plot, Tav/Reader and Gale are married, I think that’s all?

Summary: You admitted to your lover that you think your age gap is sexy, so Gale decides to tease you about it.

A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH, YES I CAN. Be mindful of the warnings and proceed with caution! This one delves more into the age gap, Gale brings it up more and (kindly) teases the reader about it. If you are uncomfortable with this topic please scroll or block me.

“You know what I love most about our age gap, my love?”

Gale purred from behind you, one of his hands trailing up your side before coming to squeeze your breast gently. You gasped softly, letting your head fall causing your hair to curtain your face. You had mentioned to your husband that the age gap between you two was, in some strange way, rather sexy. So he took it upon himself to add that little detail into your sex life, and you were loving it so far.

You felt his beard lightly scratch along your back as he pressed kisses down your spine, then moving to kiss back up it. Gale reached forward to move your hair out of the way, nuzzling into the side of your face, his chin resting on your shoulder. The mage leaned forward, bracing himself one of his arms as he purred into your ear, a smirk in his lips.

“How I get to take care of you. How much you depend on me, my beautiful wife.”

His eyes half lidded as he watched your face, making sure you were comfortable with this. Gale kissed your cheek as he began to grind his hard cock into the curve of your ass, he was already leaking with precum. His free hand squeeze your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. He watched as you bit your lip, trying to muffle those sweet, pretty moans that were just for him.

Gale went to kiss your cheek, but you quickly turned your head and stole a real kiss, earning a chuckle from him. He let his eyes close, focusing on the kisses he had come to crave like a drug. For a moment you both stayed in this position, exchanging a heated kiss as he was grinding your ass, his hand switching to between breasts.

Eventually he pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as he straightened up again. Both hands coming to your ass for a moment, squeezing and massaging the supple flesh. Letting out a hum of approval you pushed your ass towards him, feeling the tip of Gale’s cock brush against your slit, but you needed more.

“Do you like this, pretty girl? Do you like being dominated by an older man?”

One of Gale’s hands came to hold onto your hip, the other guided his cock to your soaking pussy. Rubbing the tip across your slit, teasing your entrance as he made sure he didn’t penetrate yet. He needed to hear you admit it, yet he only got head nod from you, making him huff and give your ass a small smack. It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to get your attention.

“Tell me.”

Your husband corrected, his hand now rubbing the flesh he just struck. Gale hated hurting you, even the light spankings made him nervous. So he was quick to soothe the barely redden flesh. You let your head and arms rest completely against the bed, whining in desperation.

“I love it. I love an older man taking control of me… I love you.”

You whispered just loud enough for him to hear, but it seemed to please him. Gale sighed blissfully as he slowly eased his cock into your core. He held your hip a bit tighter, moaning as he felt your walls squeeze him. The wizard thrusted in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, his head thrown back and eyes closed. He was a savoring this, savoring you. Gale knew you wre growing impatient, her could hear the whines and how you tried to push back against his cock to meet his thrusts. But his grip on your hip stayed firm.

“Gale, please!”

You started to whine, but Gale cut you off by suddenly slamming his hips into yours. He picked up a faster pace, his hands holding onto your hips tightly as his moans grew louder. The sound of his balls clapped against your skin echoed the bedroom, you moaned louder as well. Moaning incoherent pleas as your husband did his best to fulfill each one. The sounds of your love making was so sinful, yet so delicious.

Gale leaned forward and peppered kisses across your back, tongue darting out the lick the sweat forming on your skin. He put one hand on the bed to steady himself, the other arm wrapping sound your waist to hold you still. The older man pressed kisses up your back, to your shoulder blade until he got to your ear. His breath hot against your skin, his tounge darted out to trace the shell of your ear. Teeth gentle grazing and pulling, moans rumbling through his throat.

“I don’t deserve you… such a young, beautiful woman like you… absolutely perfect.”

You hated when Gale talked down on himself, but you were too drunk off his cock to say anything. His haps snapping against your ass as he fucked you as hard as possible, grinning as he too felt drunk of your wetness.

“And you’re all mine, aren’t you?… all mine forever, my sweet girl.”

#READ WARNINGS #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale x tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 gale dekarios #bg3 gale x reader #gale dekarios x reader #gale x tav #bg3 gale dekarios x reader #gale x reader

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vampyre-nights · 10 days ago

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Headcanons for Leon after his relationship/situationship/weird sexual and romantic tension with Krauser and a spiritual part 2 to my Metaltango thoughts post.

@desired-misery your headcanons inspired a few of mine that pertain to Chreon 🤭

Lots of talk about very toxic and abusive relationship dynamics, transphobia, self-hatred and self-destructive behaviors, very light exploration of the after affects of dub-con/non-con, mentions of manipulative behavior. This is headcanons and explorations about the aftermath of a very very bad relationship so please proceed with caution

• Leon is already probably pretty insecure about his appearance. There are a lot of people who dismiss him for not "looking military/macho enough" canonically, and he is very, for lack of better words, feminine looking. Especially in the re2 remake. However, when he meets Krauser and the guy keeps on making weird, semi-sexual degrading comments about his looks (is going on about how pretty he is, how nice his eyes are, and about how weak/slow he is) that would be exacerbated tenfold. His body dysmorphia and potentially gender dysphoria would definitely get worse, and he would probably doubt and question other people's perception of him constantly. Especially after those fears seem to keep getting confirmed with people doubting him often

• alongside that, he definitely questions whether or not people only want him for sexual reasons or combat reasons. The government treats him as a weapon. Krauser kind of treated him like a doll of sorts? Like when a kid has feelings they can't really express so they take it out on their toys. Knowing Krauser and the way he was all up in Leon's business, shoving his legs in Leon's crotch, and being very (sexually) aggressive with him during the fight in re4, I wouldn't be surprised if he forced Leon into some incredibly sexual situations during training. If not full blown sexual assault, but idk how I feel about that personally. The trauma from that would definitely add onto Leon's self-hatred as he already feels like he has lost his humanity (survivor's guilt and guilt from having to kill so many infected people) and that, to a degree, he's unclean.

• he probably did have some actual feelings for Krauser as well and probably hates himself for it. A lot of abuse survivors often end up berating themselves for loving/staying with their abuser. I feel like Leon would struggle with that very intensely, especially because he killed Krauser and felt/feels horrible for it.

• terrified to get into another relationship. Especially one with Chris. From what I've seen for Leon's backstory, he's, well, not very experienced in relationships, so his relationship with Krauser definitely informed the way he thinks about them and other people loving him. He genuinely really loves Chris (or whoever you're shipping him with), and he knows Chris is a very good guy. However, that doesn't stop him from thinking that people change when relationships start and that means, no matter who it's with, he will end up being treated like shit. He doesn't want his perception of Chris to change, and he's also just terrified of ruining their friendship/that Chris doesn't feel the same way, so he just never says anything. Honestly I think that Chris would confess first.

• really hates it when people call him pretty or use compliments usually used for fem people. For me this plays into both the really weird, emasculating shit Krauser called him and the fact that I headcanon him as trans. I don't think he would necessarily lash out unless he was already very upset. I think this one is self explanatory.

• is generally uncomfortable with being pinned unless he really trusts the person and he feels like/knows he can tap out if it becomes overwhelming. This is both a mix of trauma from being grabbed and pinned by bioweapons and by Krauser (who also was a bioweapon during the events of re4).

• he already drinks to numb/forget but sometimes it's more because of his previous relationship with Krauser than it is the combat trauma/racoon city trauma

• I personally think he would be weirdly into gun/knife play and choking as a trauma response/way to cope. Like they're guilty kinks he has, but he has them.

#that's pretty much all of it #will add more later if I come up with any more #major krauser #jack krauser #leon kennedy #metaltango #chreon #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #resident evil

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blackjackkent · 2 months ago

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Quick long rest (which, annoyingly for my immersion, yeets us back out to the Rivington barn camp) and then it's time to proceed into the depths of the Wyrmway.

Rakha, of course, lets Wyll once again take the lead on this, to claim the destiny that his father assigned to him.

With courage does the hero march. Fettered by the taxing chains of fear, A stalwart soul must ever persevere.

With insight does the hero choose Guidance born of ancient wisdom proven, Peace, not strive - the undenied conclusion.

With justice does the hero rule. Lead not the guiltless lamb to bloody slaughter, Nor cleanse the lion's sins in sacred water.

With strategy does the hero scheme. A cunning mind, a hundred steps ahead, Your allies close, your rivals stunned in dread.

Worthy you are found. Go forth, hero - seize your fate, And rise, great wyrm, Heart of the Gate!

(A/N: This really is, like, Not Good. And I still stand by the headcanon that Balduran wrote it himself and was super proud of it and the fact that no one in the party seems to appreciate it only adds to Empy's irritation about the situation.

On that note - I'm pretty sure the Emperor has given up on trying to stop Rakha from going in here, and it's also starting to make plans for the inevitable explosion that is to follow. And boy howdy is it an explosion.)

Rakha's considered a lot of possible ways this destiny of Wyll's might play out - some sort of ceremony, or the beast flying off to battle the elder brain, or perhaps even battling them to prove Wyll's worthiness at last. What she doesn't really expect is the pile of bones they find instead:

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Part of me is very tempted to let Rakha get the cutscene here, because of her, shall we say, TENSE relationship with the Emperor right now. However... I just can't do it. This is Wyll's quest, and he needs to be in the thick of things to be able to announce his purpose to Ansur.

However - I kind of wrote the whole conversation as mostly happening inside Wyll's head the last time around, so this time we will say more distinctly that it is all happening fully out loud and in reality for Rakha and co. to witness.

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For a long time, Wyll just stands there in front of the dragon's giant fallen head. Rakha cannot guess at what he might be thinking, but it can't be good. He has held onto the hope for weeks that he would be able to fulfill his father's final request, his duty to the city that bore him, by bringing Ansur to the surface to fight for the Gate. But the creature is dead - long dead, by the look of it.

Slowly he kneels, reaches a hand out to rest on Ansur's nose.

Rakha sees the shift when it happens - the sudden ripple of the Weave, the burst of power coruscating through the desiccated bones, the tunnel that she has learned means the transmission of a soul from beyond this plane - but there is no time to react or even to cry out. She simply watches, helpless, frozen, as a lightning blast erupts outwards from the skull, knocking Wyll back off his feet.

The animated skeleton, dripping with rot and moss and swirling with power, heaves itself onto its feet, staring down at him like a lion toying with a mouse. The very air around them seems to tremble, going thick and rigid with the tension of unreleased static electricity.

Narrator: The dragon's spirit floods your mind and memory in a great torrent of power. He is with you, he is within you, he *is* you.

A tongue of lightning reaches out from within the dragon's mouth and strikes Wyll. His body goes rigid, his back arching as he is lifted into the air. His single eye floods with the pale blue light, and it pours out of his mouth along with strange, strangled words.

Narrator: The next words that spill from your mouth are not yours, but the wyrm's.

"I AM ANSUR, HEART OF THE GATE - BUTCHERED IN FLESH, RISEN IN SPIRIT."

Rakha watches with a mixture of fascination and terror as Wyll writhes in the dragon's grip. The Weave is swirling more violently than she has ever seen it, mixed with violent slashing bolts of lighting crashing blindingly across her vision. Perhaps she could wrest Wyll free with enough power... but she doesn't even know where to begin. Its power seems to be everywhere at once - and at least for now, it is trying to communicate.

But it is horrifying on a level she would not have anticipated, to hear words not his own pour out of Wyll's mouth.

Try to scream.

Wyll's mouth opens, desperately struggling against the force controlling him - and failing.

Narrator: Your lips resist - then yield. Ansur's thoughts flow out of you as if they were your own. The spirit pauses, and you feel the Astral Prism stir. Ansur senses the Emperor's presence within it.

Another burst of language - not from Wyll but from the wyrm. "ANSWER ME, FAESSI-- WHY HAVE YOU COME?"

(A/N: Annoying thing! There is a line Wyll can have here, which he did have on Hector's run, referencing him being here on his father's orders. This line appears based on the presence of a variable, GLO_Wyll_Event_RavengardWyrmwayQuest, which apparently is only set if you specifically talk to Ulder himself about Ansur; getting the info from Florrick and discussing that Ulder wanted Wyll to investigate apparently isn't enough.

However, because I have access to the dialogue files and have long since decided that game canon is flexible at best, I'm going to use the line anyway, by reason of "Wyll is the best" and "I said so.")

Through the worm, Rakha can hear Wyll's desperate cry in response, inside his mind, unable to take control of his mouth. My father sent me - Duke Ulder Ravengard. We need your help.

The moment seems to hang for an eternity... and then Rakha sees the frenetic thrashing of the Weave begin to settle. The dragon does not release Wyll - but his muscles ease from their painfully-held tension.

Narrator: A deep sigh resonates within you. The torrent stills, only disturbed by the dragon's next words.

"VRAK..." the dragon hisses in Wyll's throat. "MY WORDS AREN'T MEANT FOR YOU. THEY'RE MEANT FOR HIM."

The Prism gives a sudden sharp jerk against Rakha's hip, then rips itself free of her pack, flying upward to rest against Wyll's chest, as if facing down the staring, blank eyes of the ghostly dragon.

Narrator: The Emperor stirs in the Astral Prism, then in you - calm, curious, and detached.

Then, below, the fabric of the Weave splits, a portal opening to reveal the Emperor as it once emerged into reality before - but this time undisguised. Ansur's head draws back, and then Wyll howls the dragon's words like a curse.

"BALDURAN!" it cries from Wyll's mouth. "YOUR PRESENCE HAS STIRRED ME, AS IT EVER DID. I AM AWAKENED."

Rakha blinks. Balduran? The dragon is clearly talking to the Emperor - but Rakha knows about Balduran. Wyll has told her stories about the hero that founded Baldur's Gate. They have seen the statues of him outside. He was a hero, someone Wyll reveres. A man who followed countless trails of adventure, treasure, and discovery...

...and then disappeared.

Oh.

"Ansur," the Emperor responds, its placidity standing out in weird contrast to the thrashing of the storm energy around them. "It's been too long."

"He called you Balduran?" Wyll manages to gasp out weakly, regaining control of his tongue for a moment.

"A name I once answered to. A name I did not expect to hear again," the Emperor answers coldly. "Least of all from the mouth of an old friend."

Wyll's body spasms, and the dragon's words pour forth again, bitter, caustic. "FRIEND, YES - AND MORE. UNTIL YOU KILLED ME. HAVE YOU COME TO DANCE ON MY BONES, BALDURAN? WAS SLAYING ME NOT SATISFACTION ENOUGH?"

"Satisfaction? No. You left me no choice," the Emperor rumbles - but is cut off sharply by another burst of Wyll's voice resonant with the wyrm's anger.

"YOU HAD EVERY CHOICE! YOU WERE BECOMING ILLITHID! I OFFERED YOU MERCIFUL DEATH; YOU CHOSE TO FIGHT!" The dragon's head jerks, wresting Wyll a little sideways, so its eyes can take in Rakha and the others standing and observing the strange tableau. "AND NOW YOU BRING YOUR THRALL BEFORE ME," it sneers. "HOW FAR HAS THE GREAT BALDURAN FALLEN?"

Anger - all her own, pure and clean and with no trace of the beast - floods Rakha's skull. Thrall? Yes - that is what the Emperor has tried to make her, isn't it? What he has tried to make all of them. A puppet, just like he called her in their last clash in the Astral Plane.

Wyll's head jerks to one side as he struggles for control enough to speak. "Answer the question... mind flayer..." he hisses, with every ounce of energy remaining to him. "You owe it... to both of us..."

Narrator: Stillness. Ansur's consciousness hovers just above yours, searching, seeing.

"Dear Ansur..." the Emperor begins, in a tone that even through its monotone is blatantly insincere.

"ENOUGH!" Ansur roars before it can continue. This time it is not through Wyll's mouth, but its own voice, shattering the air like thunder. It arcs its head back, then slams downward, slapping Wyll's body into the stone.

"I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, BALDURAN!" the dragon screams, and Rakha is familiar enough with heartbreak and grief and rage to hear all three in that brutal voice. It resonates through the air and rattles the Weave, sending it stinging along her skin in endless sparking waves. "AND YOU REPAID ME IN SLAUGHTER! IT IS TIME I RETURN THE FAVOR!"

Its bones begin to shift, its skeletal wings arching twenty feet above their heads. "I AM THE HEART OF THE GATE!" it booms. "I AM THE ONE WHO ROARS! LET MY BONES RISE AND THE STORMS GATHER. WITNESS, BALDURAN - THE FINAL TEMPEST HAS COME."

"THIS TIME YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE IT!"

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #whewwwwwww #this is still honestly one of the - if not *the* - most bonkers set piece in the whole game #and that's saying something #this quest has a lot that could be better about it but visually A fucking plus #also not to brag but i'm kinda killing it on the screenshots tonight XD #pretty pleased haha

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tangyangie · 2 years ago

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if u know anything abt personality types, could you please write headcanons of karma with a fem! ENTP s/o? (karma is documented as an ENTP but that's a mistype, he's actually an ESTP from my analysis!!) she's very argumentative, sly, teasing and comical but also an awkward and shy mess when teased and secretly likes being thrown around despite keeping up an untouchable front! basically an angry short smartass who can talk up a storm and also become flustered just as quick lmao

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character: karma

description: headcanons about karma's relationship with his ENTP gf + how they came to be!!

notes: this is such a unique request!! i've tried my best studying personality types and i also did some research for this, but it's always been a little hard for me to grasp.. so sorry if it's not as accurate as you'd expect!!

karma instantly notices your confidence in your speaking as soon as he meets you.

he's honestly a little surprised at how quickly you get comfortable and are able to tease everyone.

he honestly thinks he's met his twin flame!!

then he gives you the same energy.

your mischievous aura suddenly flies out the window as you struggle to respond.

he's definitely going to have fun with you.

the next day, you're boasting about how easily you're going to ace this quiz, or take someone down.

he simply smirks at you and comes up with a response to get you to crumble like you did the day before.

you feel your face getting flushed, but push through the feeling so that you can keep your confident front.

he's very entertained by you, and continues to tease you until you give up and begin to wail and cover your face.

otherwise, though, you two became good friends and began to tease everyone else in the vicinity. partners in crime!!

eventually you grow extremely close and develop a crush on each other. which only led to more flirting and teasing. which lead to more blushing on your end and karma being an asshole on his end.

karma probably makes the first move, but after a lot of teasing, so that you're already on the edge, and just a single kiss would be enough to push you over..

and although you feel as red as his hair, you do your best not to show it and you kiss him back.

although your face did not visually show it, karma could feel the warmth dusting your cheeks.

he chuckles and kisses you until you're so overwhelmed that your face is scrunched and you're out of breath.

further on into your relationship, he likes to hear you act all high and mighty!! he thinks it's so funny how he can just slip some random words together and add a slight rasp to his voice and you'll tumble down onto the floor.

he constantly tries to get you to compete with him. you're both very intense when it comes to these, even if it's something as simple as "who can jump the highest" or "who can stack the most chips".

eventually he'd probably try and kiss you to mess you up, or say something each time before you try it to get you flustered enough you can't do anything.

but together, you guys are unstoppable!! you keep each other's backs and are always there for each other.

he makes sure nobody teases you enough that you crumble for someone other than him <3

as for dates, you both probably do something risky and fun, like riding around in shopping carts in the store while in the vicinity of police officers.

or, maybe screaming the most random things in public and then running off.

he knows how to treat you well, though, so he will reward you sometimes with a fancy dinner date. don't assume he'll stop teasing you, though. he's got you so flushed, you faceplant straight into your pasta.

as for your alone time together.. he totally likes to pick you up and spin around with you in his arms. he teases you as much as possible and likes to kiss every square inch of your face.

when you're cuddling, he will throw you onto the bed, couch, or wherever it is you've decided to. he will then proceed to trap you under him as he collapses down onto you.

he may then slip a few playful sentences to get you shy and all cute, he loves that he can do it so easily.

he also likes to feed you. he knows it will also embarrass you, so it's a win-win for him!! he gets to feed you and you're redder then you usually are!!

but, all in all, he loves every aspect of your personality. and he will use your weaknesses to his advantage, so he can see every aspect of your personality.

notes: again, i'm sorry this took so long </3 but, spring break is finally here for me!! so, hopefully, i'll be writing some more over the next few days :)

anyways, tysm for the request!! it was so cute and i love writing headcanons ab characters without much restriction.. maybe i should just make a general dating hc for karma!!

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #ass class #assassination classroom #hee hee #fluff #karma #karma akabane #karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #mbti personalities #mbti #entp #entp reader #reader fic

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iceclew · 8 months ago

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OK so - this was such a delight people. <3

I had this on my "to-be-read-and-I'm-very-much-looking-forward-to-it"-stack and I was glad to not forget about it! There's not much fanfiction for KN8 rn (at least not much I know about), so i looked forward to it and like a quarter in the fic I started taking notes on what to comment because OMG THERE'S SO MUCH ABOUT THIS I HAVE TO SAY!! so...*adjusts non existing glasses* shall we proceed then?

First and f*kcking foremost. "a LITTLE KAFHOSHI" ?? DUDE. I EXPECTED LIKE *HINTS*. TINY HIDDEN HINTS AND YOU GIVE ME THIS BEAUTIFUL WORDS OF YOURS?!?! How do I deserve, I asked you gifting me this much of my OTP!?!! T_T yess. just yess ok? I'll take them as a canon ship in your FFs ANYTIME like that!!

*clears throat* ANYWAY. Kafka being undoubtly a fkcing menace to this world of his but like - in the MOST adorable way possible. I so much live for this chaotic dipshit. Now add a neck breaking pink-haired-but-no-brains dipship and you got dipshit duo promising to make the night a blast! o_o/

Also only Kafka: now that I'm finally a troop member, who needs them anyway, let's eat up that squid-shit-kaiju, i just casually strung down just because I CAN. Real dad-move there - providing for the family-might I say everyone. AND HE WASN'T EVEN FULL ON DRUNK AT THIS POINT, THIS IS HILARIOUS!! And despite all of that, PLUS kinky Kafka PLUS Kafka the broken mess as he is PLUS Kafka the bis bear friend with the warm grin - it all gives me the feels, I'm head over heels for him thank you. sdasahfdkfhdjsklf he bought Iharu stuff for his bf, guys. That's how parenting's done right. (i'd love to see Kafka havin a supportive dad-pep-talk with Reno after that honestly :D)

Also FLUFF Iharu has now won a special place in my heart, thank you. He's like a tiny bebe kitteh ready to scratch if you don't give attention, Reno you better be taking ur kitteh with u next time u go kill kaiju, I say! c:

ALSO - food driven Aoi is my spirit animal from now on . <3 Also I'd like this do be headcanon, that the four of them are now spiritually connected by cowboy hats. Might I add being FAB in them!! *~+*~*

At the point of grabbing Aois ass I broke character entierly and simply laughed through the rest of the show <3 My neighbours probably think I'm the weird lady of the block now - thank you, worth it :D Grinned way too hard and maliciously at this point.

And then you treat me AGAIN, friend! Deadass pissed Hoshina is all I literally needed. ALL I SAY!! I was so looking forward to their return, the second Kafka swooped out of the office. Fully aware hell's gonna rise the second he returns. Was not dissapointed. Not one bit :D Also another way too loud crack up from me about the "NO OFFICE SEX FOR YOU SIR!!!" like ldkjgjfdogjilIsadsdasd I love my blorbo-basically-already-married-hot-dads having a fight over how to care fore the bebes. <3 all the feels for that idea honestly.

I also had an idea for a comic where Narumi taking the number-user out for a drunk night after a training session, getting Kikoru and Reno shit ass drunk and posting about it on social media, only to get the chaos-duo(TM) Iharu and Kafka, but also Mr. Where-are-my-kids VCpt. Hoshina to crash the party and pick them up (and beat the shit out of Narumi, only to end up at a McDonalds parking lot doing stupid drunk gang squad stuff) but I'm not one for a writer myself, (also english is not my first language, if thats not obvious) so there's that idea of mine spilled out very poorly onto the world, ur welcome xD

ANYWAY - this was such a delight to read - it was fun it was very well written. I AM REPEATING MYSELF, WHO CARES. I loved how you ...describe stuff/surroundings/happenings? XD It didn't get boring and you had a well done red thread around everything. Only thing a bit out of character was Kafkas carelessness for his employment, although that's very clearly just something you need to implement, to get the rest of the plot the way you need it to turn out, so nothing done wrong there as well :)

I AM SO MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO MORE OF YOUR WORK NOW, THANK YOU FOR THIS ! <3

last but not least - two tiny typos found :3 "F*l*ight Kafka 690" "it was just passed on*e* (no e)"

Iharu's Day Out IS OUT OF DRAFTS!!!

@bluevelvetea BLUUUUUEEEEE!!!! GUESS WHAT!

ITS DONE! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ *passes out* I request a treat for my troubles *whimpers*

@renard-dartigue I know we only interacted, like, twice; maybe that, But it's got a little Kafhoshi in it, soooo.... there's that if you're interested.

and finally @sanjipussyindulgence We have NEVER interacted, but I follow you and I see your reblog tags under practically every Kn8 post so I just thought I'd cut out the middle man and give you the option to read this at your own peril. You do you.

I'm going to put this down for a while, not post or reblog (maybe) and catch up on the story ideas that I have in my back drafts. Fair warning, eventually I might make some Kafhoshi fics in the future... maybe.

I'mma go to sleep now. ┻━┻︵└(´_｀└)

#kaiju no. 8 #story idea #baby's first fic #kafka hibino #iharu furuhashi #Iharu tries to have fun but pinning gets in the way.#my very hard and serious critics about it #and by that I mean take all my love and graditute for your work #kafhoshi dads-of-division-three supporter approves this #I see Mina sitting in her office sighing over her gay-ass dumbsquad team like - there deadly #they're deadly #but also deadly stoopid #kn8 #read this folks

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years ago

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1000th Post Special!

Back by popular demand...

Dad/Dilf!Katsuki Bakugou Headcanons

₰ pairing: Dad!Dilf!Katsuki Bakugou x f!Reader

₰ wc: fuck, idek

₰ cw/an: my 1000th post (yay)!, katsuki is aged up (as per usual), dad/sfw section first, dilf/nsfw section last, mdni, tbh i'm so fucking exhausted rn so kindly let me know if you see something that i should include here and i'll be happy to do so, hold onto your ovaries my fellow bakuhoes!

₰ Dad!Katsuki (sfw)…

…chuckles when his kids wrap their tiny arms around his thick ones yelling “lift us up, Daddy!” He proceeds to do bicep curls with a kid hanging off each arm while they laugh and squeal. Lifting kids is a great workout for his arms, back, and chest.

…whose baby daughter’s first laugh was at him yelling at you to please help him because she’d had a blowout and baby shit was leaking out the legs of her diaper onto his arms and chest. “Oh my fucking god, baby! Fucking help me!” he cried with his face twisted in disgust. You gingerly took her in your outstretched arms, giggling along with her as he slowly got up to go clean himself up, bitching the whole way up the stairs about how fucking gross babies can be. “Jesus fucking Christ what the fuck are you feeding her?!”

…loves your body even more after having his babies.

...sees your cellulite and stretch marks as reminders of what you and your body went through to carry and deliver the lives he helped to create. Literally all he had to do was cum. You bore the full brunt of the trauma a mother’s body naturally takes on then fucking smiled and cried tears of joy after being literally ripped apart (in one of the most awful places he might add).

...tried and failed to choke back the tears when you thanked him while breastfeeding for the first time.

...shook his head and pushed your hair back before planting a long kiss to your forehead, his wet cheeks pressed against your glowing face. You’d never looked more beautiful and he couldn’t stop telling you he loved you. And all those little imperfections on your body still remind him of the things you’ve put yourself through because you love him so much.

…LOVES grilling out. Has a really nice built-in grill on your large backyard patio with a sink on one side and a mini fridge on the other.

…had a large, detached shed built in the backyard for all his tools and work-related gear.

...keeps it under lock and key to keep the kids out when he’s not in there to make sure they don’t hurt themselves.

…also had a custom safe added onto the back of your master closet in which to store his “battle suits” (refuses to call it a costume. “It’s not a fuckin costume! Do I look like a goddamn clown to you?! Tch, this isn’t ‘dress-up’! It’s purely functional and just so happens to also look fuckin cool as shit!”) The safe is huge too, like an additional closet with a combination lock. Gotta keep his brats away from his grenades, gauntlets, and grenadier bracers.

…has the Dad Look™️ when the kids start getting out of line.

...usually doesn’t even have to say anything because they know all too well how loud he can get when they don’t listen.

...just has to clear his throat a certain way and they’ll stop whatever they’re doing to find him staring at them with his crimson eyes narrowed at them. Most of the time they get the message that Daddy is gettin’ real tired of their shit and is not in the mood to be trifled with.

…had never laid a finger on any of his kids until his teenage son bowed up to him ONCE, thinking he was man enough to challenge his father’s authority. The teenager had broken his curfew one night so Katsuki told him to give him his car keys. “Nah, fuck that, I’m out! I’m not a kid anymore, old man,” your son said and started towards the door with his keys in hand.

…moved faster than it took you to register what was happening.

…got right up in his son’s face, so close that the breath coming out of his flaring nostrils made the boy’s hair flutter. “Give me the keys,” the older Bakugou growled. “Now!” Your son, who got his build from his dad, put his hands up and tried to shove him out of the way. You gasped, knowing things were about to get really bad really fast. Sure enough you saw the anger flash in your husband’s eyes and the fear in your son’s, but he didn’t back down. “Katsuki!” you cried, afraid he was about to rage.

...grabbed his son by the collar and shoved him against the wall so hard it knocked the breath out of the boy as his keys hit the floor with a clamor. “You think you’re a man now, hah? Is that it? You think you’re man enough to throw hands with me? Well then let’s step the fuck outside, boy, cuz I’d love to see you try!” Katsuki said with that vicious grin of his. Your son surrendered, his open hands up by his head, his heart trying to pound its way out of his heaving chest and run to safety. “Katsu. Baby, let him go!” With a wild look in his eyes Katsuki harshly released his son. “Get out of my sight,” he hissed. “��Fore i fuckin hurt you…BOY.” That was the first and last time your son tried his father.

…wow, that last one got away from me a bit. 😬

…made his son the proudest kid in the school when he showed up for his 4th grade class’s Parent Career Day. The other kids gawked and exchanged words of excitement when the cool and famous Dynamight walked through their classroom door. They were all so engaged with him as he talked, and asked him loads of questions. They all got his autograph and took a class photo with him that they later all got signed copies of. Your son beamed brighter than the Sun that day, and his friends went on and on about how cool it was that the pro hero was his dad.

…whose daughter is a card-carrying daddy’s girl. She clings to him and went through a terrible separation anxiety phase when she was a toddler. Almost inconsolable every time he had to leave. It didn’t matter how many times he kissed her forehead and promised he’d come back as soon as he could, after he walked out the door she would cry for what seemed like an eternity saying “Daddy” over and over as if chanting his name would make him reappear. It was AWFUL. Whenever he had to be gone for days at a time on missions, he would talk to her on the phone or FaceTime with her whenever he could, which helped immensely. And when he finally did come home? Oh watch the fuck out because she would barrel through the house, running as fast as her little legs would carry her to fling herself into her daddy’s arms. For the next couple of days she would cling to him every chance she got. It was comical sometimes the way your husband would walk around with a toddler glued to his hip. And the times he couldn’t hold her bc he was cooking or taking a piss, she’d stay as close to him as he’d let her.

...would look down to see her little fingers slide underneath the bathroom door saying “Daddy go peepee?”

...just shook his head and groaned. “Not a moment’s peace, huh sparkler?” What really took the cake though was the jealous phase she went through with you! The first time she pushed you away when your husband leaned in to kiss you, it hurt your feelings so bad you had to go cry in your bedroom.

...scolded her and put her down, refusing to pick her up again until she stopped wailing and reaching for him. “I love Mommy very much and wanna hold her too, sparkler,” he told her. “I don’t want you to ever push her away like that again. That hurt her feelins. And mine too.” Oh her little carmine eyes went wide at that. She never wanted to feel her father’s disappointment ever again. “M’sowwy, Daddy. I don’wanna huwt feewings anymore,” she said while shaking her cute little head.

...picked her up and hugged her saying “That’s my girl. Let’s go apologize to Mommy now, okay?” With her head tucked neatly against his neck, she nodded, sniffling. “‘Kay.”

...carried her to your shared bedroom and slowly opened the door. When she saw your tear-streaked face she made grabby hands at you. Katsuki put her down on the bed and she crawled into your arms to hug you. “M’sowwy, Mommy. I won’t make you cwy again,” she said, which made you smile against her hair. “Thank you, baby,” you cooed before looking up at Katsuki.

...sat down on the bed next you and said, “Now, I’m gettin that kiss” before pressing his lips to yours, smiling. “Love you, babe.”

…(while we’re on the subject of kisses) was mortified the first time his little girl kissed him on the lips. It was just a quick peck, but Katsuki.exe stopped working for 20 whole seconds.

...had no idea how to react, just sat there with his eyes as big as saucers. You started giggling at his dumbfounded expression.

...was so confused. “I-is that…even legal?” he whispered to you. “Wh-what do I do, (Y/n)?” You shrugged. “I legitimately don’t know?” you mouthed. Both of you were trying not to react the wrong way. “Fucking Google it!” he whisper-yelled.

...sat her down and told her to keep playing while you and he went to talk for a few minutes. After a little bit of research and a quick conversation about it, y’all went back into the living room and sat down with her.

...never dreamed he’d be having a talk with his 3-year-old daughter about kissing. This is gonna be interesting if not entertaining, you thought to yourself. You’d both agreed that Katsuki should be the one to talk to her. It was ultimately his decision after all, and it wouldn’t be right for you to set his boundaries with her. “Hey, sparkler, c’mere a minute.” He patted his thigh and she happily crawled into his lap. “I wanna talk to ya about that kiss ya gave me.” She looked up at him with those sweet doe eyes and nodded. “Why’d ya do that?” “S’cuz I love you, Daddy.”

...gave her a crooked smile and said, “I love you too, baby girl. More than you’ll ever know…but…” He looked over at you with a nervous look in his eye. You grimaced a little, not envying his precarious position one bit. Since high school, he’d gotten much better at having delicate conversations, especially after you two started dating. But this was uncharted territory for both of you and would put his communication skills to their most challenging test yet. “…but I uhh-let’s just stick with cheek and head kisses, alright?” “But why?” she whined. Oh boy. “Well, because that’s what I like more.” “But Mommy kisses you on the lips all the time!” “Yeah, but…she’s my spouse. When people get married they’re the only ones allowed to kiss each other on the lips.” “I wanna marry you too, Daddy!”

...shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry, sparkler, but parents aren’t allowed to marry their kids.” “But why?” This hole just kept getting deeper. You rubbed Katsuki’s arm, silently communicating to him that he was doing great, encouraging him to keep going as he looked at you with desperation in his eyes. This was by far the most painfully uncomfortable conversation he’d ever had. “It’s a little hard to explain and it’ll make a lot more sense when you’re older, so for now all I can say is that it’s wrong. Do you trust me enough to believe me for now until you’re a little older?” “Yes, I twust you, Daddy. I bewieve you,” she said with a sad, downcast face.

...hugged her tight and kissed her on the top of her head. “I love you so much, baby doll. Thank you for understandin.” With her arms still wrapped around her daddy’s neck she looked at you and said, “You awe so wucky, Mommy.” You covered your mouth, trying not to cry as you nodded. “I know, baby. I love your daddy more than any other man in the whole world and I’m very lucky to be married to him.”

...smirked at you, the love that exploded in his warm chest spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

₰ Dilf!Katsuki (nsfw)…

…is still buff as fuck well into his 40s. Like, his scowl smile lines are deeper, and you catch the occasional silver hair when it glints in the light just so. But he’s always taken great care of his body and it shows. The padding over his thick muscles has grown fleshier, and maybe he's got a 6-pack now instead of an 8-pack, but he’s stronger than he’s ever been and just as easy on the eyes.

…has always had a high sex drive and that didn’t change one bit after your first child was born. As soon as you were cleared to start having sex again, Katsuki sighed in relief and you both eased back into it. So once your first infant became a toddler who could turn doorknobs, you and Katsuki learned the hard way that you had to start locking doors during sexy time.

…was balls deep in your pussy, wet hips clapping against your ass as he pounded into you while holding onto the headboard. Your desperate whimper turned into a shriek when you heard a familiar little voice behind you. “Daddy? Is Mommy okay?” your son cried out as he hugged his favorite plushie before sticking his thumb back in his mouth.

...let out a string of curses as he threw the covers over your naked bodies before pulling out. You kept your face buried in the pillow, mortified that your innocent little boy just caught an eyeful of his dad’s bare ass popping and flexing and ksnbxjsjjdnn you didn’t even want to think about what else he probably saw. “Yeah haha, Mommy’s fine! Right, Mommy?”

...put his mouth right up next to your ear and hissed, “Help me the fuck out here! It doesn’t look like you’re okay when you’re suffocatin yourself with the damn pillow!” You turned over and pulled the sheet up to your chin. “Yes, sweetie, I’m perfectly okay!” you promised with something between a cringe and a big smile on your face. My gods, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. “We were just…uhh-umm…” “…playing a game!” Katsuki chimed in. “Wif no clothes on?”

...sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Grownups play some really weird ass games sometimes.” Your little boy just stood there, staring at both of you while sucking his thumb, almost like he wasn’t buying it. “Sweetheart?” you sang, “Why don’t you go wake up your other plushies so Mommy and Daddy can get dressed and make breakfast, okay?” “Okay, Mommy.” He gave his father one more suspicious look before slowly walking out of your bedroom.

...looked over at you and lost it, falling back against the headboard while roaring with laughter. “Katsu, stop it!” You slapped his arm. “This is not fucking funny!” But your husband was in literal tears, his loud ass cackle echoing off the bedroom walls. “Ah fuck!” he wiped his eyes. “I ain’t even mad that I’m gonna have blue balls after this!” he howled before sobbing with laughter again. It took you a few days, but eventually you were able to laugh about it too. You're just grateful that your sweet little boy was too young to have formed any long-term memory of that horrifying event.

…smiles and swings his squealing daughter up around after scooping her up in his arms when he comes home from a long mission.

...takes one look at you though and immediately his loins begin to stir.

...props his little girl on his hip and watches as you prance towards him, telling him how happy you are that he's finally home before yanking you up against his side and laying a long, wet kiss on your mouth.

...drags his teeth over his pouty bottom lip while heat spreads across your pretty face.

...kisses and hugs and squeezes and cherishes his daughter before setting her down, explaining that he’s gotta go to the bathroom. And no, it can’t wait. Not if he doesn’t wanna have to explain the long, hardening bulge in his pants.

...winks at you with a daring smirk as he heads back toward the bedroom. You sit your daughter back down at the table to continue coloring, explaining that you've gotta go use the bathroom too before padding after Katsuki.

...is waiting for you behind the door, shutting (and locking!) it before backing you up against the nearest wall and consuming your lips with his. Hands groping at body parts, fingers squeezing flesh, clothes flying every which way. "Mmfuck, missed you so fuckin much, baby," he growls against your neck before sucking your skin between his teeth. You try to keep your whines and moans to a minimum while reaching between his legs for his hot erection. "Missed you too, Katsu," you say before biting his bottom lip. "Need your cock so bad, baby." "Fuck," he hisses when you squeeze the swollen head of his thick cock.

...practically smacks your hand away, grabs the back of your thighs and picks you up. Your arms wrap securely around the back of his thick neck, tongues plunging into each other's mouths as he pushes you up the wall.

...frantically reaches under you to bring the tip of his drooling cock to your entrance and pushes past your tight ring of moist flesh with a soft pop. Your fingernails dig into his back, and you bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as he slowly buries his hard length deep inside you. A quiet whimper escapes Katsuki's lips when he bottoms out, stilling to keep from cumming prematurely as your walls flutter around him.

...slowly pulls out until just the angry red tip is all that's left inside you. His breath is hot against the side of your face when he thrusts his shaft back inside you, faster this time. Harder. With your ankles locked around his butt you meet his movements, rutting your clit against the tight, glistening honey-colored curls around the base of his cock.

...whose heavy balls draw up closer to his body with every deep thrust, so full of cum he can already feel the beginning of his orgasm pooling, burning up the base of his spine. Time and again he slowly pulls out just to spear you with his aching cock. Over and over. "Shit, (Y/n)," he breathes into your mouth. "I'm gettin so fuckin close already. Want you ta cum on my cock, sweetheart." "Faster, Katsu...oh god!"

...whose blunt fingernails create red crescent moons in the plush flesh of your hips as he pulls you down into his thrusts at a bruising pace. "Yeah baby, keep fucking me just like thahhhh god! Gonna cum, Katsuki! Please!" "That's it, pretty girl, cum for me," he groans, teeth raking over your exposed throat. Your fists pull at his ash blond hair as ecstasy sets every nerve ending in your body on fire. "Oh fuck, baby yeah. Milk my cock with that sweet pussy...mmfffuuuck." With a loud grunt, your husband's legs tremble and his hips slam into yours one last time before coming to a dead stop, unloading almost a week's worth of his sticky hot semen into your throbbing cunt.

...is still cumming when it starts to leak out and drip out of you, his full length still nestled all the way inside you as his nut drips into a small, white puddle on the hardwood floor beneath you.

sorry, that's all i have time to write atm. i'm super sleepy and gotta eat something before getting ready for bed so gotta quickly stick this in the queue. i'll write more dilf!katsuki content soon! my pretty little head is so empty from all the katsuki brainrot today. i'm grinning like an idiot tho. this was fun.

more dilf!katsuki hcs here

reblogs always appreciated! ❤️

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pjsk-writin · 2 years ago

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hiii

how has your day/night been?

i was wondering if you could write a one shot (or headcanons if you aren’t feeling up for it) for poly rui and tsukasa- if not then separate works as well.

anyways i was thinking since it’s getting colder out where i live and how nice it would be to dance and play in the snow during winter. just offering another a coat and holding hands to keep the other warm UGHHHH

like surprising them at their show and walking back with them and it starts to snow and then boom…i love winter fluffiness it’s so <33

whatever you want to add/do with this topic is fine by me! thank you so much!

its been good, I hope yours is too!! and ohh yea, it's getting cold where I am too- but I hope you like this!! <3

♡ WINTER - (Poly) Rui Kamishiro and Tsukasa Tenma x Reader

No matter how many times you've surprised them after their shows, Rui and Tsukasa somehow never seem to expect it

"Boo!" "GAAH-" Tsukasa would latch onto Rui before looking at you and quickly releasing him with a grin. "Our lovely co-star has managed to surprise me yet again! I swear that I will get you back!" Rui would laugh, shaking his head before smiling at you. "Hello dearest, what a surprise! Shall we walk home together?"

The three of you would hold hands, beginning the walk to Tsukasa's house. In the middle of the walk though, a snowflake fell. Then another, and then the three of you were stuck in a snowstorm

Tsukasa would gasp, quickly letting go of you and Rui's hand to spin in the snow. He laughs, reaching his hands up to try and catch snowflakes on his fingertips. "My co-stars, come here!! It's snowing!!"

Rui gives you a grin before releasing your hand as well, taking casual steps toward Tsukasa as he looks up at the sky. "It sure is, dearest. I think it's about time we played in the snow together, hm?"

With that said, the three of you immediately began to play in the snow. Tsukasa was dancing and spinning around while Rui was carefully scooping snow up in his hands to throw back into the air

It was a ton of fun, until you were suddenly struck with how cold you were. Shivering, you walked up to both of them and grabbed their hands

"Hm? My lovely co-star, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'm just...Cold-" "Oh, that simply won't do." Rui shrugs off his coat and hands it to you, ignoring the bewildered stare you give him. "Take it, dearest, I don't need you getting sick now."

"Ah, you're as genius as ever, Rui!" Tsukasa proceeds to also take his coat off, wrapping it around Rui's coat. The two then grab your hand, and you all huddle together as you hurry to get back home

When you finally reached your destination, you were all covered in snow. Tsukasa had rushed inside to make some hot cocoa for all of you, and you spent the rest of the evening cuddled together for warmth <3

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader

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bronte-deserves-better · 7 months ago

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@winterfireice thank you for your enthusiasm in the tags I will now proceed to be extremely normal about trans keeper.

Anyone who has read the Ancillary series knows that I'm insane about Bronte-Tiergan-Sophie parallels, and anyone who has followed this blog for more than 30 seconds knows that I'm generally insane about Bronte, so buckle up.

I think in a lot of ways even in the canon series, Bronte sees Sophie as sort of a younger version of himself. He thinks that Sophie could be a Councillor someday, and they share the same ability. Sophie being trans (especially transmasc which is how I headcanon Bronte) would really serve to further this.

(Before embarking on the rest of this ramble, I think I should clarify that I generally see the Lost Cites as being fairly homophobic and transphobic, as evidenced by the fairly western gender roles seen in the series and the inherent homophobia of the matchmaking system. Also, I'll be initially referring to Sophie with she/her for parts that are canon to the books, and then as them in later parts of this ramble which focus more on how their trans identity could be narratively interesting.)

Anyways as is very evident in the latest installment in the Ancillary series, I've put a lot of focus into transgender parallels and cycles of trauma. To a great degree, I see Sophie and Bronte's dynamic as representative of cycles of abuse, even without factoring in the transgender part of their relationship. Bronte's ability was intensely traumatic for him as a teenager, and then he enacts a lot of trauma onto Sophie when she first manifests and he's forced to mentor her. He has a lot of unresolved anger and grief over his ability and the way he was treated by his own mentor, which leads him to reproduce that trauma with Sophie. It's only when he has his full breakdown in book 3 (3? I havent read the series in too long) and Sophie doesn't condemn him for what she sees in his mind- that pain that he's been carrying for so long- that he starts to consider that he was wrong.

How does being transgender come into this? We're getting there! Essentially, I think that Sophie and Bronte both being transgender actually fits really well into the existing themes of trauma and cycles of abuse embodied by their story. Being transgender in an transphobic world is inherently a traumatic experience (I should know lol). Similar to the themes in Chiral, I think the dynamic of Bronte, who's struggled a lot with his own gender growing up into the transphobic elven society, wanting to be a good mentor to Sophie and support them through gender struggles but also struggling with his own internalized transphobia really interesting. He sees himself in them a lot, and that isn't always a good thing, because Bronte has been deeply hurt just by existing as himself in this world. At the same time, he wants to support them and make sure that they have it a little bit easier than he did growing up.

So basically, from a narrative standpoint, them both being transgender furthers the Sophie-Bronte narrative parallels and the narrative of cycles of abuse and trauma that I think is very prevalent even in canon keeper. I also just find the Sophie-Bronte mentorship dynamic really interesting overall, and I think them both being transgender adds a lot of interesting layers to it. Additionally, we get the angst of Bronte wanting to protect them from some of what he lived through while not entirely being able to, and Sophie seeing what their future might be like in Bronte, who is old and scarred and tired. Maybe Sophie coming out even inspires Bronte to start trying to slowly change the Council's policy on trans elves and make a better world. Anyways, I love them.

sophie should be a little transgender. as a treat.

#sophie foster #councillor bronte #kotlc #kotlc headcanons #queer headcanons

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merakiui · 4 years ago

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Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Childe Finding out That You’re Being Abused HCs

cw: mentions/descriptions of (physical and emotional) abuse, injuries, depressive mood/thoughts, implied violence **please proceed with caution and do not read if this is triggering! note - submissions are confusing for me, so I wrote it in this format. I hope that was okay!

@tuestika said: Hi! Sorry that I send my request through submission, tumblr has sometimes eaten my asks either wholly or have omnomned whole ask xD Usually my requests sent through submissions arrive intact so…. I saw that you had done Scaramouche reacting finding out their s/o is being abused headcanons, may I request headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao and Childe finding out their their s/o is being abused? Keep up good job! <3

🔥 Diluc 🔥

Diluc might not be the most vocal person in the world, but he’s definitely observant. He’s gotten rather skilled at picking apart your social cues because he’s spent a lot of time with you.

So when you barge into his tavern one evening, looking absolutely disheveled and asking for one of the Knights, he’s feeling two emotions: confusion and irritation.

For one, you shouldn’t even entrust your issue to those inadequate Knights. Nevertheless, you are his friend and he isn’t going to kick you out just because you mentioned them.

He waves you over to the bar and is thoroughly shocked when you beg him to let you hide behind it. Then he notices your split lip and the fresh injuries on your face and forearms, and he wastes no time in getting to the point.

“Why were you out so late fighting hilichurls? I hope you haven’t led any here. We don’t need that sort of trouble right now.”

“Sorry. No, that’s not it. I just—you’re the only one...” You’re struggling to piece a coherent statement together, too busy looking over your shoulder to keep track of your thoughts. “I didn’t know where I could go. I mean, I thought of you and—“

“Please slow down. Start at the beginning.”

More concerned over your safety than professionalism, Diluc allows you to slip behind the bar counter, where you cower on the ground to avoid being seen.

You gesture for him to come down to your height and he sighs, silently complying when he finds there aren’t any new customers to serve. Bending down to your level, he holds onto the countertop to keep his balance and then he locks eyes with you.

“What exactly happened?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, wrapping your sore arms around yourself for comfort. Tears are gathering in your eyes as you recall the event. Your abuser had found you after you’d left to get some fresh air, they’d cornered you in a secluded alley, and—you can’t finish the rest of the story.

Diluc doesn’t expect you to continue. He nods as he lets the information sink in, already harboring a deep resentment for this despicable individual.

“Wait here. I’ll close the tavern early. In the meantime, we should see to your injuries and then we’ll look for that person.”

“I really think we should tell the Knights...” you mumble, knowing he’ll disapprove. “They’re more suited to these types of cases.”

“The Knights are incompetent. The investigation will take days, if not weeks. What happens if your abuser knows they’ll be coming for them? They’ll try to escape and then there’ll be no telling where they’ve gone.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t hurt to—“

“I’ll take care of it.”

You try to object because it’s dangerous and you don’t want him to get injured on your behalf. But he’s insistent in his decision, claiming that if the Knights can’t help you no one can. And you really wouldn’t feel safe if your abuser was still roaming free, so you have no other choice but to allow him to carry out the investigation himself.

And Diluc can be quite clever at times. It won’t be hard to traverse the interior of Mondstadt at night, where his identity melts away into that of the sneaky Darknight Hero.

He’s going to protect you no matter what. Your abuser won’t receive an ounce of sympathy from Diluc. All he feels is cold hatred when he catches them. Someone as precious as you does not deserve to be put through such torment, and he’ll see to it that your abuser pays a hefty price to make up for all of the damage they’ve caused.

🧊 Kaeya 🧊

Kaeya can’t understand why you’ve started isolating yourself from everyone. In the past, you were always such great friends with the Knights, always catching up to talk to one of them.

He’d spent a lot of time with you and has since gotten to know you through lighthearted conversations and gossip from the people of Mondstadt.

For someone so appreciated and well-known, he can’t wrap his head around why you might want to suddenly disappear, hiding yourself away as if you didn’t exist.

And then he happens to catch you in town one day while you’re out running some errands. It’s so like him to pop in with a few flirty lines, but the words stick in his throat when he notices the bandages stuck to your arms and legs.

“That can’t be good,” he says as he approaches you, leaning ever so gracefully against a wooden support beam. “Why don’t we find Barbara? I’m sure she’ll have you patched up in no time, my dear friend.”

You don’t think you’re worth it so you shake your head, nervously hoping he’ll take the hint and go away.

“I hope you’re not accepting those dangerous commissions again,” he adds, half teasing and half serious. You can’t tell whether he’s trying to sound chiding or not.

“Please just...leave me be. I’m a little busy right now.” You try to leave the stall you’re at, walking stiffly to avoid limping in front of him. “I’m not feeling well, so if you’ll excuse me—“

Kaeya pushes off from the beam, standing in front of you with a posture that appears immovable. “By order of the Calvary Captain,” he’s saying, a playful glint in his eyes, “you aren’t allowed to move from that spot until you tell me what’s bothering you and why you’re covered head to toe in bandages.”

You can easily object to such an order, but you figure it’s better to answer instead of arguing over your physical condition. So you explain a modified version of the story, telling him that you simply got into a disagreement and it ended in bruises on both sides.

Kaeya hears the tremble in your voice when you say it; you’re lying. His expression softens at once and he steps away, indicating that you’re free to leave. But you don’t; you’re looking at him with such a helpless, pleading look. It breaks his heart.

You break before him, lips quivering as you beg for his help. You’re so scared and alone, and you’re not sure how long you can suffer through this before it seriously hurts you.

“This is the first time I’ve gotten out in weeks.” So that explains your sudden isolation. “Please... I don’t want to go back home anymore. I’ll do anything. Just don’t let them hurt me again.”

Kaeya’s absolutely stunned to hear the silent revelation in your words. You’re awkwardly reaching to undo one of the bandage wrappings to prove your point, but he stops you short. That’s all the proof he needs.

You’ll be brought back to the Knights of Favonius’ Headquarters to be tended to while he gathers a team to search for your abuser. Since you gave him a solid description, it shouldn’t be too hard to find them.

And once they’re apprehended, Kaeya will subject them to a grueling interrogation. There will be no gentle punishment; it’s going to be as unforgiving as the abuse you had to suffer through.

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You’ve never really been keen on physical touch and Xiao understands that completely. He usually avoids any sort of interaction to begin with, unless it’s absolutely necessary, so it’s not a surprise whenever you shy away from large crowds.

He has grown rather fond of you, which has lead to the two of you meeting at Wangshu Inn for some Almond Tofu and relaxed chit-chat.

During one of your many conversations, you bring up a few alarming statements. They’re just personal points you’d like to change, such as your weak fighting spirit or the way your joints brokenly click when you stretch.

Xiao wonders why you’d want to change yourself. You’re not usually this doubtful of yourself. In the past, you would always play the role of his smiling friend, putting on a positive face even when he was in a disagreeable mood.

Xiao is examining your movements as you awkwardly explain yourself and when your arms move he catches the sight of a rope burn etched into your wrist.

“What happened?” He gestures to your sleeve, to which you react in a nervous manner, shyly pulling your sleeve down to hide it. Xiao frowns a bit. “Did you get into an accident?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine. It’s just a result of my clumsiness.”

It really doesn’t look like that to Xiao and when he truly looks at you again he finds that you appear abnormally tired and exhausted. He isn’t going to sugarcoat anything and he could be making a giant assumption, but he still asks.

“Is someone hurting you?”

Your eyes widen for a split second and Xiao catches that movement like a cat drawn to a laser pointer. He won’t force you to explain unless you feel comfortable doing so. The last thing he wants is upsetting you or pressuring you into something you don’t want to talk about.

Eventually, though, the story will come to light and he’ll hear all about the horrors you’ve gone through. That rope burn was just one of many punishments you’ve had to endure, and Xiao’s just about ready to snap. How dare someone lay their filthy hands upon you in such a violent way?

Xiao will calmly tell you to stay at Wangshu Inn or anywhere else in Liyue where you’ll be safe. He’ll watch over you while you take time to recuperate and heal. He’s going to make sure you’ll never have to go through something like that ever again.

Having Xiao by your side makes the healing process all the more comforting.

And when you fall asleep in a soft, warm bed, Xiao slips out into the night to search for your abuser. It won’t be a pretty sight once he gets his hands on the human trash who dared to hurt you.

💧 Childe 💧

He’s very perceptive when it comes to your health and overall well-being. After all, he’s got brothers and sisters to care for; perception is absolutely necessary in order to keep them happy and healthy.

So it doesn’t take long for him to realize your behavior is uncharacteristic. You’re jumpier than usual, always apologizing for the littlest of things, and you’ll look over your shoulder whenever you sense something.

It’s almost as if you expect someone to suddenly come at you, which isn’t all that odd. Childe has been known to keep you on your toes when he’s looking for a fight.

But on one particular day he manages to give you a spook when he comes up beside you, grinning and showing up in your peripheral so suddenly that it nearly gives you a heart attack.

You’re so frightened as you back away, practically folding in on yourself in an effort to protect yourself from an imaginary blow. Childe pauses, that silly grin fading when he realizes you’re shaking.

“Hey, it wasn’t that scary. Come on, comrade!” He’s approaching you warily, not entirely sure why you’re acting the way you are. He’s always been spontaneous; you should be used to this by now.

But you refuse to let him come any closer, having to distance yourself so that you can ease your racing heart and hyperventilating lungs. Once you’ve calmed down, embarrassment floods through you at the fact that Childe just witnessed all of that.

Childe will ask if you’re okay with him stepping closer and if you nod he’ll be on you like a hawk, pulling up your sleeves before you can stop him.

For once, you catch an expression you normally don’t find on Childe: surprise. He’s genuinely shocked at what he sees: dark bruises and shallow lacerations from something sharp.

Either you got these in your many sparring matches or there’s another factor at play here, and Childe is almost certain it’s the latter.

His voice is gentle as he asks you to explain what’s going on and once you do he’s already set on finding the one who did this. He seems to forget all about his Fatui work, wanting to capture your abuser and give them a piece of his mind—and subject them to more than a few pieces of his strength, too.

He’ll have you protected in no time, offering to take you to the best healer. You’ll be treated wonderfully and he’ll even lay off on your sparring matches for a while.

In the meantime, once he gets his hands on your abuser, everything becomes fair game. After all, someone has to handle the brunt of his anger and pent-up bloodlust from the lack of a fight. And your abuser is the perfect match to pummel into the ground. Childe shows absolutely no mercy for them.

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kassandras-one-braincell · 3 years ago

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Hi it is roadtrip hc anon! i hope the hcs have indeed been a balm, or that you’re feeling better ✨

if not, i wanted to share another hc i had about how the buff ladies would bake, bc who doesn’t love bread and also bc i have too much baking knowledge in my head. I included Soma bc she’s a cutie:

Eivor appreciates the indulgence and honest simplicity of quick breads. Think buttermilk pancakes, banana breads, flaky biscuits, scones. For Eivor the allure is in the tenderness of the crumb and the versatility of the recipes, each pillowy bite a love letter to the art of home baking. She could try her hand at whipping up something fancy for you, but she chooses to prioritize bringing these sweet morsels over to you as soon as she can, so she can feed them to you in between soft kisses.

Blessed with the stamina of the gods, Kassandra relishes the rough, repetitive slap-and-folds that give structure to gradually tightening sourdough. An early riser, she puts on coffee and proceeds to proof the dough, humming as she dusts the top of the delicate mounds ready to be scored and baked bien cuit. When she craves novelty – which is often – she’ll alternate her slow fermentation work with the finest sablée and lavish confections designed to make you moan into the very first bite.

Only Soma has both the patience and the mastery for the most intricate of viennoisserie. Intense, silent focus writ large on her handsome face, she measures out each sheet of butter-laden pastry, bent almost flat on her expansive wooden workspace, one eye shut for precision. To her the reward of such exacting work is in the mere anticipation of watching your eyes close with unadulterated pleasure as your teeth shatter the immaculate flaky folds of her pain au chocolat.

Dani Rojas is not a baker by nature, but she will never pass up the opportunity to get her hands dirty with you. Typically accustomed to tasting the salt of the sweat streaming down her face, she finds the toothsome satisfaction of savory pastries a welcome change. Dani revels in the tactile process of using her fingertips to blend fat into a pie dough, or dolloping the filling onto a pastelito – more so if she gets a chance to add her warm tattooed hands to yours inside the mixing bowl, stealing a steamy kiss as you both laugh and make a powdery mess of the place. When left to her own devices, she loves to surprise you with gently sloping jam-filled layer cakes almost as sweet as Dani herself.

Uhm my dearly beloved anon, this actually might be the most beautiful set of headcanons I've ever read? Your mind is nothing short of masterful I swear down 🥺

Please accept all the love and thank you for this absolute treat!! Every part of my being wants to dub thee "Picasso Anon" because you are a pure creative genius

(I am now very, very hungry)

#brain balm headcanons #kassandra #kassandra of sparta #eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #soma jarlskona #dani rojas fc6 #dani rojas

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fnfxreader · 4 years ago

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request by @gingerinsect: “if you're taking requests, would you mind doing Selever x introverted and chubby reader who is a cuddle bug headcanons? Thank you!”

selever with an chubby, introverted & cuddle bug s/o

selever is obsessed with cuddles just as much as you are. he’ll squish your thighs, lay his head on your stomach, or even use your thighs as a pillow while watching tv.

he’s a cuddles guy! what can i say? he adores your chub and doesn’t think any less of you because of it. why should he? it makes no difference.

his arms wrap around you with ease. he’s often a small spoon unless you want to switch. he loves how warm and cuddly you are! triple the cuddles during winter. he gets cold easily.

he loves to see you in his signature sweater. no doubt that selever would make a smug comment when you’re wearing it.

he’ll then proceed to tease you about how flustered you are

selever is genuinely confused when you’re feeling insecure. he hates that you can’t see the beauty he does and will often smack the back of your head for thinking such way.

he will place you on his lap and hold onto your hips, tracing every curve while angrily mumbling about how lucky he is.

selever proceeds to deny he did such thing when you bring it up. him? soft? pfff..... he’s hiding his face.

his height and horns attract unwanted attention. when you’re out together, he can and will glare at anyone who dares to comment on your body. drag him away before he can lash out at them like an angry dog.

selever takes you out shopping to find stuff that suit you. you ask him if a swimsuit looks good on you? he’s head over heels for you all over again.

suits, skirts, croptops... oh dear. prepare to be bombarded with countless of clothes that will no longer fit in your closet. add some thigh-highs, too.

if you don’t want to go out with him, he can do it online or when he’s away from you. he will get you those clothes.

he raises your confidence and selever will continue to do so whenever it starts to chip away. you’re beautiful and ya better know it!

he doesn’t mind your introvertedness; he’ll grow to understand your limits and respect them. dates at home? he can make it worthwhile.

selever sometimes manages to convince you to go out with him; he’s an ambivert who leans more towards extrovert.

he doesn’t understand the “social recharge” thing. you’ll have to be blunt with him when you want to be alone; he’ll happily respect that after a few questions.

he gets grumpy when he’s away from you for too long, so don’t be surprised if he barges in and just sits somewhere near you in silence.

sorry if this is ooc. i haven’t written for him in so long but it was fun 😭 hope you enjoyed!

#fnf_shot writes #fnf_headcanons #selever #selever x reader #fnf selever x reader #friday night funkin selever x reader #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader

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izusun · 3 years ago

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Headcanon: Izuku is into DIY.

Hot Take: Izuku would create a long furby. He has a collection of various eldritch creepy long furbies. Katsuki absolutely refuses to go into his room because of them. He would've exploded them by now but that would make Izuku cry.

Other CursedTM Things that Izuku does that makes Katsuki die inside and that Katsuki tries to hide from the rest of Class 1-A:

He's a part of the Vulture Culture community and collects roadkill and dead animals to turn into bones.

He has a collection of shitty All Might hawaiian shirts.

He has a collection of stuffed animals. They all have names ripped from Lovecraft such as "Yawgsathoth" and "Mother of Pus"

He writes fanfiction of the heroes.

He has a giant worm on a string plush, and his room is also decorated with Worms on Strings (you have no idea how much Katsuki had to bribe him not to add worms on strings to his uniform blazer)

He does have a plague doctor mask and will regularly just go out in a cloak and his mask

He cosplays exclusively female heroes, and crossdresses the worst dresses

He basically does art makeup, on his face and the face of Katsuki

"Hey what are you reading?" "Oh, this book on how to cook frogs."

He will eat anything. Including stuff that is on the ground. He has an iron stomach.

The actual reason Izuku hangs up All Might everywhere (it used to be a mix of all heroes) is because once in middle school Katsuki accused him of being straight, so he put him up everywhere and continued the habit, Katsuki hates his room now

- Goblin Anon (otherwise known as Goblin anon projects everything she does or wants to do onto her fav)

HI GOBLIN!!! GENUINELY SCREAMED AT THIS AU BECAUSE WTF

even i would not want to enter the beloved’s (izuku’s) room because of his shit.

i’ve searched up long furbys and i am, simply put, traumatized. i had a collection of furbys when i was a kid but we had to give them away because there’s too much of them. but long furbys? i am very much scared.

there’d be a picture of a long furby under the cut, and i’m genuinely terrified of the fucker.

also, can i just say that izuku writing fanfictions is the least cursed thing that he does? because like, reading the rest is like looking at that picture where you can’t decipher a single thing because, again, wtf izuku.

but they’re also funnier? creepier? because i can genuinely see izuku doing those dhekdoowks

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this shit would probably be snaking around the frames of izuku’s door. or he probably has one at the corner of his wall, the one that meets with the ceiling, and when a visitor looks up, they’re greeted by the sight of this centipede looking furby that has additional four eyes that izuku lovingly and carefully sewn on. it’s so nightmarish :’)

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the vulture culture part started when they were young. his interest started when he saw a documentary on how to pin butterflies and he was like, “you know what? thats actually something i want to do!” but! BUT!! he cannot catch a butterfly, thus he settled for mounting dragonflies which he collected in the nearby stream (where katsuki fell).

fun fact about mounting dragonflies: they lose colours when they’re dead. you can use acetone to not only help preserve its colours, but also to stop its decay. they decay so quickly, it’s terrible.

anyways, izuku does not know that and instead followed a youtube video of how to mount dragonflies, using an old picture frame as the case.

inko comes home, sees his son doing his stuff and is just happy that izuku’s not rewatching that loud all might video. she helps him pin the other wings and they are fascinated at how pretty they look. well, the next day, the wings are now transparent and the belly side of the dragonflies are black. it also stinks so they had to throw the whole thing plus the case.

izuku’s fascination grows from there.

a failed experiment, after all, instigates the desire to right them.

so that’s where he starts: butterflies, moths, beetles, another dragonfly case.

katsuki is fascinated and disgusted because, “why would you want dead insects in your room, deku?”

the rest began when the bakugou’s and the midoriya’s have road trips. inko doesn’t have a car so the bakugou’s drive along with them, and it’s a good day. the kids are having fun and getting along, and the parents are chilling and enjoying their vacation. life is good.

then on their drive home, izuku, who is sitting sandwiched between katsuki and inko, lets out this blood-curdling scream. it wakes katsuki up and almost had masaru swerving the car out of the highway.

“maru-san (because my boy izuku cannot say masaru) can you please stop the car! i wanna get that!” he screams, pointing at something indecipherable by the side of the roads.

masaru does anyways because it’s so rare for izuku to request something, but also his heart’s still pumping so fast after izuku’s scream.

masaru wasn’t even done stopping the engine when the car doors are opening, and katsuki and izuku are tumbling out, hand-in-hand. masaru and inko follow them closely, while mitsuki stayed to watch over the car.

katsuki’s excited for an adventure, but then izuku just. stops them. in front of a skull.

masaru chokes from behind them and katsuki lets go of izuku’s hand so fast, running back to his dad because, again, “deku what the shit?”

izuku ignores him and gestures at the deer skull, one that has moss growing by the teeth and around the jaw, turning to inko to ask, “mama? can we bring that home?”

masaru feels very faint, but doesn’t say anything when inko easily agrees, laughing at her boy and patting his untameable hair as if your child asking you for a carcass’s skull is normal.

inko picks it up and they go back to the car. mitsuki does a double-take on what inko’s holding, but shushes up when she saw izuku bouncing happily. katsuki hesitantly sits beside izuku, but when izuku began yammering about all might, he forgets about the skull and nerds out with izuku.

inko explains to mitsuki and masaru about her son’s newfound interest, telling them that it’d go away in two years, don’t worry.

it didn’t. instead, his interest and his collection grew. so for his subsequent birthdays, along with hero merch, he has vulture culture collections gifted to him.

when he moved to the dorms, they’re more packaged than his hero merch and katsuki wants to get angry because he’s been looking for those limited hero merch and yet there they are, chilling beside izuku’s many many skulls and bones.

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IZUKU STARTED COLLECTING THE ALL MIGHT HAWAIIAN SHIRTS WHEN HE WAS TWELVE

he ransacked for the very first edition, often saving his allowance just so he can buy the retro versions of the all might hawaiian shirts. sometimes he’d barter, but that’s only when he’s really desperate for the shirts. usually he’d just be in an auction site and buy just those.

he’d take katsuki with him and katsuki is very careful in what to buy, often researching the things and having a very long pros and cons list to narrow down what he’d buy, then his best bud izuku just out there buying all might hawaiian shirts.

funniest thing too is that those are the first to go because they? don’t value much? and they’re ugly, tbh, and yet izuku’s slurping them all up.

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the first time class 1a were talking about plushies, izuku dropped the names and they’re confused because-

“bro did you name your plushies with lovecraft names?” OR “bro? do you perhaps have personalized lovecraft toys?”

it’s the earlier one but izuku would want to buy personalized lovecraft monster toys.

ok but? he names them as per the appropriate lovecraft characters? like:

a purple octopus plushie is called azathoth.

a green gecko plushie is called bokrug.

a fish plushie (literally nemo) is called dagon instead of nemo.

a pink jellyfish plushie is mother of pus.

he has other plushies that have normal names (well, as normal as naming a plushie “cheese grater”), but he has a collection of specific plushies that align with lovecraft beings.

he writes all might x reader fanfictions, i’m sorry ;v;

he only writes them because he doesn’t want other heroes with all might, but also the reader pairing gets more views than all might with other heroes.

katsuki caught him writing a slowburn, enemies to lovers all might x reader fanfic and proceeded to proofread it for him.

synopsis of the fanfiction: reader is a villain with a sound quirk (tailored to present mic’s quirk) and all might met them in a hero gala where the reader pretended to be a worker so that they could infiltrate the gala’s holder’s office for a specific banking access that is linked to the world’s bank. all might manages to sniff them out and proceeds to fight them, but when a beam is about to hit the reader, all might swoops in and saves them. cue the reader developing unwanted feelings for their greatest foe, all might.

aND THEN!!! all might knows the reader outside of their villain persona and is actually very much taken by them. so it’s a painful surprise that the reader is a villain. but he is willing to save them.

it is still incomplete despite having 102 chapters. by chapter 78, katsuki asked for payment because shit was too long and too angsty.

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HEISOSL IZUKU HAS A WORM ON A STRING DOOR CURTAIN

he genuinely likes them but creating the door curtain kind of extinguished that interest because that’s just too much worms and too much strings for a single curtain, and it was very much tiring.

he has a tiny one stitched on his blazer and inko heaved this really big sigh when she saw that her son’s crisp UA uniform got a worm by the chest pocket.

aizawa eyed it once and was so close to expelling izuku just because of that.

shouto, when they became friends, sends a box of them to izuku because he thought that those are izuku’s favourite. katsuki had not stopped cackling when he saw the huge box of them.

to punish katsuki, he made a furby with worm hair and left it by katsuki’s door. katsuki’s scream woke everyone up.

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the moment he walked out with a plague mask, tokoyami was exiting his dorm room too and they made a long eye contact.

tokoyami does not know if he is amazed by izuku’s plague mask or he is terrified because why does it look authentic.

for halloween, he was a plague doctor.

he stowed them away after saving eri.

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his first women hero cosplay was in third grade when they had a play about different heroes. the girl who was playing ragdoll got sick and everyone’s already strapped in as their hero and unwilling to change. izuku, himself, is present mic (katsuki’s all might).

the girls don’t want to give up their heroes and izuku, the bestest boy, goes and says he will become ragdoll.

their teacher agrees and helps him strap in as ragdoll and you know what, izuku loves it.

from then on, he tries to cosplay as much women heroes that he can afford. inko loves helping him and katsuki thinks he is adorable but! dont tell deku!!!

OK BUT he wore the dress that broke the internet once and katsuki almost exploded the dress off him. almost because izuku dodged and warned him that if he ever breaks that dress, katsuki will have to pay (either monetary or revenge, katsuki doesn’t know so he behaved).

FOR HALLOWEEN, HE WORE THIS AND KATSUKI HATES IT

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izuku painting star freckles on his face!!!! or heart freckles!!!! or flowers!!!!

izuku in fairy makeup, pleaseee!

he also loves giving katsuki his own freckles because something about blonde hair and red eyes with pale cheeks kissed by freckles is making izuku gay panic.

izuku putting concealer on his own freckles once and his classmates are looking at him weirdly, wondering why he looks off?

like he still looks amazing, but something’s missing. it’s fucking them up and katsuki isn’t helping them so they’re trying to piece what’s up.

it takes monoma sneering at izuku and asking where his eight freckles are that 1a realizes why he looks different.

ok but denki asking monoma why he knows how much freckles izuku has and monoma spluttering, bright red and embarrassed, until he just walks away.

(answer: he’s crushing on green bean).

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IZUKU HAVING A COLLECTION OF LIKE ARCHAIC? BREWING? STUFF? BOOKS.

i dont know how to explain it but my friend has this specific book about poisons, detailing recipes and ingredients.

it also talks about the use of frogs, lizards, snakes. the benefits of different flowers (ones with toxins) and how to use them during tea time.

it’s bizarre but the book looks pretty so i think izuku would have a handful of those in his room.

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izuku eating grass? flowers? trying dandelions and complaining that it’s furry

izuku wandering what a twig tastes like so he just sucks on it like a lollipop.

inko gave up on stopping him because her son would just eat anything but his broccolis, and she’s very much tired of thinking if izuku would have an upset stomach. he never had.

first time mitsuki saw izuku do that, she forced him to drink cola and eat candy to cleanse his palette.

katsuki goads him on eating more.

izuku’s favourite is chewing on maple leaves. he’s just a weird boy.

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OK BUT THE FINAL ONE ABOUT HIS ALL MIGHT POSTERS?? I HAVENT STOPPED LAUGHINGF

izuku wanting more all might figurines than posters. he only has some chemistry stuff (periodic table) on his wall, a little tapestry that matches inko’s, a canvas of monet’s water lilies (again, matching inko), and some cosmic facts that he bought online.

and yk katsuki sees those and thinks that it’s so weird that izuku has those posters but not all might?

his first thought was, “he doesn’t like all might as much as i do.”

the following one is, “he’s straight so he doesn’t want a guy’s face on his wall.”

katsuki’s mouth so happens to say the second one and the next week he visited izuku’s room again, each surface of the wall that is not taken by pinned insects and his frog-book stuff, plus his other existing non-hero posters, is covered in just all might posters.

he belatedly realizes that his own face is also on izuku’s wall, but that’s for later musings because for now he’s jealous that izuku managed to scourge the limited all might posters, but also is disgusted a bit because that’s too much all might.

katsuki walks out before his interest in all might plummets.

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ps to my beloved: ﹤୨♡୧﹥

GOBLIN I LOVE YOUR AUS ALL THE TIME AND IM SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE! YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME SMILE AND I LOVE U!!!! you’re genuinely so precious pls dont stop your ramblings!!!!

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army-of-mai-lovers · 4 years ago

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in which I get progressively angrier at the various tropes of atla fandom misogyny

tbh I think it would serve all of us to have a larger conversation about the specific ways misogyny manifests in this fandom, because I’ve seen a lot of people who characterize themselves as feminists, many of whom are women themselves, discuss the female characters of atla/lok in misogynistic ways, and people don’t talk about it enough.

disclaimer before I start: I’m not a woman, I’m an afab nonbinary person who is semi-closeted and thus often read as a woman. I’m speaking to things that I’ve seen that have made me uncomfy, but if any women (esp women existing along other axes of oppression, e.g. trans women, women of color, disabled women, etc) want to add onto this post, please do!

“This female character is a total badass but I’m not even a little bit interested in exploring her as a human being.”

I’ve seen a lot of people say of various female characters in atla/lok, “I love her! She’s such a badass!” now, this statement on its own isn’t misogynistic, but it represents a pretty pervasive form of misogyny that I’ve seen leveled in large part toward the canon female love interests of one or both of the members of a popular gay ship (*cough* zukka *cough*) I’m going to use Suki as an example of this because I see it with her most often, but it can honestly be applied to nearly every female character in atla/lok. Basically, people will say that they stan Suki, but when it comes time to engage with her as an actual character, they refuse to do it. I’ve seen meta after meta about Zuko’s redemption arc, but I so rarely see people engage with Suki on any level beyond “look at this cool fight scene!” and yeah, I love a cool Suki fight scene as much as anybody else, but I’m also interested in meta and headcanons and fics about who she is as a person, when she isn’t an accessory to Sokka’s development or doing something cool. of course, the material for this kind of engagement with Suki is scant considering she doesn’t have a canon backstory (yet) (don’t let me down Faith Erin Hicks counting on you girl) but with the way I’ve seen people in this fandom expand upon canon to flesh out male characters, I know y’all have it in you to do more with Suki, and with all the female characters, than you currently do. frankly, the most engagement I’ve seen with Suki in mainstream fandom is justifying either zukki (which again, is characterizing her in relation to male characters, one of whom she barely interacts with in canon) or one of the Suki wlw pairings. which brings me to--

“I conveniently ship this female character whose canon love interest is one of the members of my favorite non-canon ship with another female character! gay rights!”

now, I will admit, two of my favorite atla ships are yueki and mailee, and so I totally understand being interested in these characters’ dynamics, even if, as is the case with yueki, they’ve never interacted canonically. however, it becomes a problem for me when these ships are always in the background of a zukka fic. at some point, it becomes obvious that you like this ship because it gets either Zuko or Sokka’s female love interests out of the way, not because you actually think the characters would mesh well together. It’s bad form to dislike a female character because she gets in the way of your gay ship, so instead, you find another girl to pair her off with and call it a day. to be clear, I’m not saying that everybody who ships either mailee or yueki (or tysuki or maisuki or yumai or whatever other wlw rarepair involving Zuko or Sokka’s canon love interests) is nefariously trying to sideline a female character while acting publicly as if she’s is one of their faves--far from it--but it is noteworthy to me how difficult it is to find content that centers wlw ships, while it’s incredibly easy to find content that centers zukka in which mailee and/or yueki plays a background role.

also, notice how little traction wlw Katara ships gain in this fandom. when’s the last time you saw yuetara on your dash? there’s no reason for wlw Katara ships to gain traction in a fandom that is so focused on Zuko and Sokka getting together, bc she doesn’t present an immediate obstacle to that goal (at least, not an obstacle that can be overcome by pairing her up with a woman). if you are primarily interested in Zuko and Sokka’s relationship, and your queer readings of other female characters are motivated by a desire to get them out of the way for zukka, then Katara’s canon m/f relationship isn’t a threat to you, and thus, there’s no reason to read her as potentially queer. Or even, really, to think about her at all.

“Katara’s here but she’s not actually going to do anything, because deep down, I’m not interested in her as a person.”

the show has an enormous amount of textual evidence to support the claim that Sokka and Katara are integral parts of each other’s lives. so, she typically makes some kind of appearance in zukka content. sometimes, her presence in the story is as an actual character with layers and nuance, someone whom Sokka cares about and who cares about Sokka in return, but also has her own life and goals outside of her brother (or other male characters, for that matter.) sometimes, however, she’s just there because halfway through writing the author remembered that Sokka actually has a sister who’s a huge part of the show they’re writing fanfiction for, and then they proceed to show her having a meetcute with Aang or helping Sokka through an emotional problem, without expressing wants or desires outside of those characters. I’m honestly really surprised that I haven’t seen more people calling out the fact that so much of Katara’s personality in fanon revolves around her connections to men? she’s Aang’s girlfriend, she’s Sokka’s sister, she’s Zuko’s bestie. never mind that in canon she spends an enormous amount of time fighting against (anachronistic, Westernized) sexism to establish herself as a person in her own right, outside of these connections. and that in canon she has such interesting complex relationships with other female characters (e.g. Toph, Kanna, Hama, Korra if you want to write lok content) or that there are a plethora of characters with whom she could have interesting relationships with in fanon (Mai, Suki, Ty Lee, Yue, Smellerbee, and if you want to write lok content, Kya II, Lin, Asami, Senna, etc). to me, the lack of fandom material exploring Katara’s relationships with other women or with herself speak to a profound indifference to Katara as a character. I’m not saying you have to like Katara or include her in everything you write, but I am asking you to consider why you don’t find her interesting outside of her relationships with men.

“I hate Katara because she talks about her mother dying too often.”

this is something I’ve seen addressed by people far more qualified than I to address it, but I want to mention it here in part because when I asked people which fandom tropes they wanted me to talk about, this came up often, but also because I find it really disgusting that this is a thing that needs to be addressed at all. Y’all see a little girl who watched her mother be killed by the forces of an imperialist nation and say that she talks about it too much??? That is a formational, foundational event in a child’s life. Of course she’s going to talk about it. I’ve seen people say that she doesn’t talk about it that often, or that she only talks about it to connect with other victims of fn imperialism e.g. Jet and Haru, but frankly, she could speak about it every episode for no plot-significant reason whatsoever and I would still be angry to see people say she talks about it too much. And before you even bring up the Sokka comparison, people deal with grief in different ways. Sokka repressed a lot of his grief/channeled it into being the “man” of his village because he knew that they would come for Katara next if he gave them the opportunity. he probably would talk about his mother more if a) he didn’t feel massive guilt at not being able to remember what she looked like, and b) he was allowed to be a child processing the loss of his mother instead of having to become a tiny adult when Hakoda had to leave to help fight the fn. And this gets into an intersection with fandom racism, in that white fans (esp white American fans) are incapable of relating to the structural trauma that both Sokka and Katara experience and thus can’t see the ways in which structural trauma colors every single aspect of both of their characters, leading them to flatten nuance and to have some really bad takes. And you know what, speaking of bad fandom takes--

“Shitting on Mai because she gets in the way of my favorite Zuko ship is actually totally okay because she’s ~abusive~”

y’all WHAT.

ok listen, I get not liking maiko. I didn’t like it when I first got into fandom, and later I realized that while bryke cannot write romance to save their lives, fans who like maiko sure can, so I changed my tune. but if you still don’t like it, that’s fine. no skin off my back.

what IS skin off my back is taking instances in which Mai had justified anger toward Zuko, and turning it into “Mai abused Zuko.” do you not realize how ridiculous you sound? this is another thing where I get so angry about it that I don’t know how useful my analysis is actually going to be, but I’ll do my best. numerous people have noted how analysis of Mai and Zuko’s breakup in “The Beach” or Mai being justifiably angry with him at Boiling Rock or her asking for FUCKING FRUIT in “Nightmares and Daydreams” that says that all of these events were her trying to gain control over him is....ahhh...lacking in reading comprehension, but I’d like to go a step further and talk about why y’all are so intent on taking down a girl who doesn’t show emotion in normative ways. obviously, there’s a “Zuko can do no wrong” aspect to Mai criticism (which is super weird considering how his whole arc is about how he can do lots of wrong and he has to atone for the wrong that he’s done--but that’s a separate post.) But I also see slandering Mai for not expressing her emotions normatively and not putting up with Zuko’s shit and slandering Katara for “talking about her mother too often” as two sides of the same coin. In both cases, a female character expresses emotions that make you, the viewer, uncomfortable, and so instead of attempting to understand where those emotions may have come from and why they might be manifesting the way they are, y’all just throw the whole character away. this is another instance of people in the fandom being fundamentally disinterested in engaging with the female characters of atla in a real way, except instead of shallowly “stanning” Mai, y’all hate her. so we get to this point where female characters are flattened into one of two things: perfect queens who can do no wrong, or bitches. and that’s not who they are. that’s not who anyone is. but while we as a fandom are pretty good at understanding b1 Zuko’s actions as layered and multifaceted even though he’s essentially an asshole then, few are willing to lend the same grace to any female character, least of all Mai.

and what’s funny is sometimes this trope will intersect with “I conveniently ship this female character whose canon love interest is one of the members of my favorite non-canon ship with another female character! gay rights!”, so you’ll have someone actively calling Mai toxic/problematic/abusive, and at the same time ship her with Ty Lee? make it make sense! but then again, maybe that’s happening because y’all are fundamentally disinterested in Ty Lee as a character too.

“I love Ty Lee so much that I’m going to treat her like an infantilized hypersexual airhead!”

there are so many things happening in y’alls characterization of Ty Lee that I struggled to synthesize it into one quippy section header. on one hand, you have the hypersexualization, and on the other hand, you have the infantilization, which just makes the hypersexualization that much worse.

(of course, sexualizing or hypersexualizing ANY atla character is really not the move, considering that these are child characters in a children’s show, but then again, that’s a separate post.)

now, I understand how, from a very, very surface reading of the text, you could come to the conclusion that Ty Lee is an uncomplicated bimbo. if you grew up on Western media the way I did, you’ll know that Ty Lee has a lot of the character traits we associate with bimbos: the form-fitting pink crop top, the general conventional attractiveness, the ditzy dialogue. but if you think about it for more than three seconds, you’ll understand that Ty Lee has spent her whole life walking a tightrope, trying to please Azula and the rest of the royal family while also staying true to herself. Ty Lee and Azula’s relationship is a really complex and interesting topic that I don’t really have time to explore at the moment given how long this post is, but I’d argue that Ty Lee’s constant, vocal adulation is at least partially a product of learning to survive at court at an early age. Like Mai, she has been forced to regulate her emotions as a member of fn nobility, but unlike Mai, she also has six sisters who look exactly like her, so she has a motivation to be more peppy and more affectionate to stand out.

fandom does not do the work to understand Ty Lee. as is a theme with this post, fandom is actively disinterested in investigating female characters beyond a very surface level reading of them. Thus, fandom takes Ty Lee’s surface level qualities--her love of the color pink, her revealing standard outfit, and the fact that once she found a boy attractive and also once a lot of boys found her attractive--and they stretch this into “Ty Lee is basically Karen Smith from Mean Girls.” thus, Ty Lee is painted as a bimbo, or more specifically, as not smart, uncritically adoring of Azula (did y’all forget all the non-zukka bits of Boiling Rock?), and attractive to the point of hypersexualization. I saw somebody make a post that was like “I wish mailee was more popular but I’m also glad it isn’t because otherwise people would write it as Mai having to put up with her dumb gf” and honestly I have to agree!! this is one instance in which I’m glad that fandom doesn’t discuss one of my favorite characters that often because I hate the fanon interpretation of Ty Lee, I think it’s rooted in misogyny (particularly misogyny against East Asian women, which often takes the form of fetishizing them and viewing them only through a Western white male gaze)

(side note: here at army-of-mai-lovers, we stan bimbos. bimbos are fucking awesome. I personally don’t read Ty Lee as a bimbo, but if that’s you, that’s fucking awesome. keep doing what you’re doing, queen <3 or king or monarch, it’s 2021, anyone can be a bimbo, bitches <3)

“Toph can and will destroy everyone here with her bare hands because she’s a meathead who likes to murder people and that’s it!”

Toph is, and always has been, one of my favorite ATLA characters. My very first fic in fandom was about her, and she appears prominently in a lot of my other work as well. One thing that I am always struck by with Toph is how big a heart she has. She’s independent, yes, snarky, yes, but she cares about people--even the family that forced her to make herself smaller because they didn’t believe that their blind daughter could be powerful and strong. Her storyline is powerful and emotionally resonant, her bending is cool precisely because it’s based in a “wait and listen” approach instead of just smashing things indiscriminately, she’s great disabled rep, and overall one of the best characters in the show.

And in fandom, she gets flattened into “snarky murder child.”

So where does this come from? Well, as we all know, Toph was originally conceived of as a male character, and retained a lot of androgyny (or as the kids call it, Gender) when she was rewritten as a female character. There are a lot of cultural ideas about androgynous/butch women being violent, and people in fandom seem to connect that larger cultural narrative with some of Toph’s more violent moments in the show to create the meathead murder child trope, erasing her canon emotionality, softness, heart, and femininity in the process.

This is not to say that you shouldn’t write or characterize Toph as being violent or snarky at all ever, because yeah, Toph definitely did do Earth Rumbles a lot before joining the gaang, and yeah, Toph is definitely a sarcastic person who makes fun of her friends a lot. What I am saying is that people take these traits, sans the emotional logic, marry them to their conception of androgynous/butch women as violent/unemotional/uncaring, and thus create a caricature of Toph that is not at all up to snuff. When I see Toph as a side character in a fic (because yeah, Toph never gets to be a main character, because why would a fandom obsessed with one male character in particular ever make Toph a protagonist in her own right?) she’s making fun of people, killing people, pranking people, etc, etc. She’s never talking to people about her emotions, or palling around with her found family, or showing that she cares about her friends. Everything about her relationship with her parents, her disability, her relationship to Gender, and her love of her friends is shoved aside to focus on a version of Toph that is mean and uncaring because people have gotten it into their heads that androgynous/butch women are mean and uncaring.

again, we see a female character who does not emote normatively or in a way that makes you, the viewer, comfortable, and so you warp her character until she’s completely unrecognizable and flat. and for what?

Azula

no, I didn’t come up with a snappy name for this section, mainly because fanon interpretations of Azula and my own feelings toward the character are...complicated. I know there were some people who wanted me to write about Azula and the intersection of misogyny and ableism in fanon interpretations of her character, but I don’t think I can deliver on that because I personally am in a period of transition with how I see Azula. that is to say, while I still like her and believe that she can be redeemed, there is a lot of merit to disliking her. the whole point of this post is that the female characters of ATLA are complex people whom the fandom flattens into stereotypes that don’t hold up to scrutiny, or dislike for reasons that don’t make sense. Azula, however, is a different case. the rise of Azula defenders and Azula stans has led to this sentiment that Azula is a 14 y/o abuse victim who shouldn’t be held accountable for her actions. it seems to me that people are reacting to a long, horrible legacy of male ATLA fans armchair diagnosing Azula with various personality disorders (and suggesting that people with those personality disorders are inherently monstrous and unlovable which ahhhh....yikes) and then saying that those personality disorders make her unlovable, which is quite obviously bad. and hey, I get loving a character that everyone else hates and maybe getting so swept up in that love that you forget that your fave is complicated and has made some unsavory choices. it sucks that fanon takes these well-written, complex villains/antiheroes and turns them into monsters with no critical thought whatsoever. but the attitude among Azula stans that her redemption shouldn’t be hard, that her being a child excuses all of the bad things that she’s done, that she is owed redemption....all of that rubs me the wrong way. I might make another post about this in the future that discusses this in more depth, but as it stands now: while I understand that there is a legacy of misogynistic, ableist, unnuanced takes on Azula, the backlash to that does not take into account the people she hurt or the fact that in ATLA she does not make the choice to pursue redemption. and yes, Zuko had help in making that choice that Azula didn’t, and yes, Azula is a victim of abuse, but in a show about children who have gone through untold horrors and still work to better the lives of the people around them, that is not enough for me to uncritically stan her.

Conclusion

misogyny in this fandom runs rampant. while there are some tropes of fandom misogyny that are well-documented and have been debunked numerous times, there are other, subtler forms of misogyny that as far as I know have gone completely unchecked.

what I find so interesting about misogyny in atla fandom is that it’s clear that it’s perpetrated by people who are aware of fandom misogyny who are actively trying not to be misogynistic. when I first joined atla fandom last summer, memes about how zukka fandom was better than every other fandom because they didn’t hate the female characters who got in the way of their gay ship were extremely prevalent, and there was this sense that *this* fandom was going to model respectful, fun, feminist online fandom. not all of the topes I’ve outlined are exclusive to or even largely utilized in zukka fandom, but a lot of them are. I’ve been in and out of fandom since I was eleven years old, and most of the fandom spaces I’ve been in have been majority-female, and all of them have been incredibly misogynistic. and I always want to know why. why, in these communities created in large part by women, in large part for women, does misogyny run wild? what I realize now is that there’s never going to be a one-size fits all answer to that question. what’s true for 1D fandom on Wattpad in 2012 is absolutely not true for atla fandom on tumblr in 2021. the answers that I’ve cobbled together for previous fandoms don’t work here.

so, why is atla fandom like this? why did the dream of a feminist fandom almost entirely focused on the romantic relationship between two male characters fall apart? honestly, I think the notion that zukka fandom ever was this way was horrifically ignorant to begin with. from my very first moment in the fandom, I was seeing racism, widespread sexualization of minors, and yes, misogyny. these aspects of the fandom weren’t talked about as much as the crocverse or other, much more fun aspects. further, atla (specifically zukka) fandom misogyny often doesn’t look like the fandom misogyny we’ve become familiar with from like, Sherlock fandom or what have you. for the most part, people don’t actively hate Suki, they just “stan” without actually caring about her. they hate Mai because they believe in treating male victims of abuse equally. they’re not characterizing Toph poorly, they’re writing her as a “strong woman.” in short, people are misogynistic, and then invoke a shallow, incomplete interpretation of feminist theory to shield themselves from accusations of misogyny. it’s not unlike the way some people will invoke a shallow, incomplete interpretation of critical race theory to shield themselves from accusations of racism, or how they’ll talk about “freedom of speech” and “the suppression of women’s sexuality” to justify sexualizing minors. the performance of feminism and antiracism is what’s important, not the actual practice.

if you’ve made it this far, first off, hi, thanks so much for reading, I know this was a lot. second, I would seriously encourage you to be aware of these fandom tropes and to call them out when you see them. elevate the voices of fans who do the work of bringing the female characters of atla to life. invest in the wlw ships in this fandom. drop a kudos and a comment on a rangshi fic (please, drop a kudos and a comment on a rangshi fic). read some yuetara. let’s all be honest about where we are now, and try to do better in the future. I believe in us.

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