#scared of men tehe

[sn0wwangeel]

ptolemaea everyday in this house

[namjooningera]

Hii can I request any yandere JJK men with a reader whose on a hunger strike or refuses to be handfed by them? Ty ^.^

Yandere JJK react to y/n refusing them/not eating

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, (NEW) Sukuna (king ver of Sukuna)

AN: just reader being a lil bratty (real) also I just added Sukuna as a new character tehe. Tell me how it is 👀 however since he’s a yan I am making him softer towards y/n (but insaner towards other ppl yk?) also he’s a king in this one so

TW: starving, SLIGHT physical violence, threats, force feeding, tiniest bit of infantilization (gojo & Nanami)

Gojo:

No he won’t allow it.

He won’t allow you to act like a child and refuse to eat or drink. At this point he’s worried because you won’t do anything. Like a dead doll standing as still as possible to not be caught moving.

Nothing scares him. But you do.

So he took matters into his own hands and tied you up in a chair, hands to the armrests, legs to the feet of the chair, chest binded and rope littered all around the rest of your body tied to the helpless chair.

You screamed since you couldn’t kick, bit since you couldn’t hit, tried to refuse and refuse and he just didn’t know what to do. Seeing you hurt yourself, not eating as a protest to your involuntary stay, god it was torture to him. Like his own punishment.

At first he let it go. Tried to hand feed you your favorite snacks and placed a cup of cold water at your lips. And everytime you smacked it away from you. He watched your favorite snacks hit the floor and soil the carpet. The water spill and create a wet mess on the floor boards.

Why couldn’t you just be good and eat? Drink? Please stop refusing. At one point he almost started begging you. Hands at his chest, put together, eyes wide and sad, his mouth profusely spitting out begs and whines of how he just wanted you safe and healthy.

You didn’t listen.

You probably should’ve, or at least acknowledged his damn presence, because what he did next what’s unpredictable.

Tying you up in that chair and force feeding you. He made you your comfort food in hopes you’d actually want to eat it on your own. You didn’t. Which is fine. It just means he had to take extra precautions. His hand swirled the spoon of food around in the air, blowing raspberries as he said,

“Here comes the airplane!” As if you were some stupid child not wanting to eat your greens.

The spoon flew to your mouth but you moved your head to the side the only thing you could move, avoiding the spoon and it’s food.

His smile dropped just the tiniest bit but he continued his ministrations.

“Babe! Here comes the airplane Kay? Say ahh!” He announced once again in that awfully positive attitude, nudging the spoon at your lips, which you kept sewn shut.

“Come on babe, just open up~” but you didn’t, and he was getting impatient. “Babe?”

You didn’t look at him, didn’t dare open your mouth or even glance his way.

He snaps, grabbing your jaw and pinching your nose. You gasped, not being able to breathe, and without a second thought, that spoon of food was shoved into your mouth. He let go of your nose, and scooted his chair closer to yours.

“It’s good right? I added extra flavoring just for my girl. I know you like it that way.” He giggled, as if he didnt force the food down your damn throat.

“Here comes the choo choo train!” He whistled, and you realized that he enjoys babying you the way he does, even if it meant going against your will.

Geto:

This man does not play around either.

Coming home to you after a long day with what he calls “monkeys” just to see the untouched food still sitting on the table from when he made breakfast. He had brought take out- just to find out that you haven’t been eating in the first place.

He made that for you, took time out of his day to cook, make breakfast for you, the time where he’s normally busy. But alas, he cleans the dishes and runs up to your room and knocks on your door. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want him in he’ll come in anyway.

“I noticed you didn’t touch your plate. From this morning. It’s night now.”

Your stuffed into the sheets, messy covers over your body and head in your pillows. You don’t answer. You don’t think he deserves one.

“You haven’t eaten all week.”

He shuts the door behind him and storms towards you. It’s obvious that your silence is making him angry. Normally, you ignoring him doesn’t make him upset, he understands how you might feel…uneasy in this kind of situation. But hurting yourself? That’s not something he’ll allow or even tolerate.

He grabs the sheets and tugs them off of you, revealing your drained form. You groan and cover try to tug the sheets back to cover your body but he throws them to the floor and glared at you.

“You know why you’re so drained? It’s cause’ you won’t fucking eat.”

You don’t answer, you don’t want to answer. You just want the bed to swallow you whole, and the ground to open up so that you may fall into the abyss and disappear.

“I don’t want your fucking food.” You say, instead.

“Why not? Is it not to your liking?”

You grumble and glare up at him, finally lifting your face from the pillows.

“You’re not to my liking- Suguru I wanna go home-“ “enough!”

He cuts you off quickly, shutting you down almost immediately, which causes you to stuff your head back into the pillows.

He groans seeing this and slowly shuffled onto the bed with you. His mouth came down to your ear where he whispered

“If you don’t at least try to eat, I’ll make you.”

A shiver ran down your spine, you knew he wasn’t fibbing. You slowly got out of bed but he was quicker then you, pulling you out by your arm and sitting you up against the bed post.

He brought the takeout food and opened the bags of food on the bed, handing you a plate and utensil. You took it hesitantly and kept it on your lap. Not opening the food.

“Well?”

You shook your head. This was your way of protest, against him holding you captive, running a cult, being a damn curse user-

“You’re going to eat.” He demands, and you just shake your head and look to the side of you, away from him. You know he’ll force you- but you can’t help but refuse him anyway.

And without a second thought, he grabs the food then you, hoisting you into his lap without a single chance for you to fight back. One arm caging you in by your chest and arms, stopping any movement from you, the other bringing a spoon to your mouth.

“Eat, darling, or it’ll get worse from here.” A smile adoring his lips and licking the tips of your ear.

You finally take a bite of the food, his arm that basically were bruising your ribs to stop your movement finally unclenched around you and gave you a second to breathe.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. Now open up.”

Toji-

“Yer’ not eating your food.”

You’ve slumped down on the chair in front of him in the dining room, swirling around the water in your glass cup, the food in front of you untouched.

“I’m talking to you, doll.”

But you ignore him, watching the whirlpool or water in your cup, ignoring his very obvious angry presence.

“You haven’t eaten in days. You know what’s’ that gonna do to you? You’re gonna faint.”

You again ignore him and sigh, head resting on your hand that rested against the table.

“I’m talking to you.”

You don’t look up. You know it’s a lousy way to protest this invuluntary stay but you can’t think of anything else. He’s basically taken away any other form of protest you could ever possibly have, he’s controlling and fuck is he actually smart. His protectiveness on the kind of level where he made sure you could never fight back or hurt yourself in the process.

As your dazed, zoned out in your own thoughts, you don’t see him get out of his seat and grab you by your arm, forcing you up and off the seat and the floor.

“Didn’t yeah hear me?”

You wince at the fact your arm is being held above your head and you’re practically hanging from it.

“I heard you okay.. I’m not hungry.”

He huffs and puts you down. “Not hungry? It’s been days, doll. Days.”

You just shrug, rubbing your sore arm from being hanged up by it.

“If you don’t eat, I don’t mind feeding you like a baby bird. I’ll eat it up then force into your mouth with mine.”

“Y-you’re so crude, Toji..” You almost whine, disgusted by the thought.

“I’m not kidding.”

You sit back down at your seat, his eyes watching you pick up the fork and start to stab at your food.

“What did I say?”

“Okay okay.” You whine, finally sticking the fork in your mouth, making eye contact with him as you do, glaring at him.

“Tastes bad.” You whine.

“You little-“

Nanami-

Nanami is quite the patient man. You don’t want to get out of bed? Fine. You don’t want to shower? Fine. You don’t want to touch him? Fine. But you don’t want to eat or drink? That’s fucking pushing it.

When he first took you, he made sure you got all the proper nutrients you need, took care of your hygiene and made sure you were perfectly physically healthy.

He’s been putting down food at your nightstand for every meal, sometimes snacks in the middle of meals as well. He feeds you such a good amount that’s supposed to keep you full for every second of the day. Keep you satisfied. And pantries filled with your favorite snacks (the healthier versions, however), and a mini fridge with your favorite zero-sugar healthy drinks. With water, of course.

But you haven’t touched any.

He notices that every meal he puts down at your nightstand is untouched. You lay still in bed, so still he thinks you might be dead. Well you might be, with the absence of food eating at you.

And the pantry is untouched so is the mini fridge, and all the snacks he left for you in the middle of the days start to pile up.

At first he didn’t mind it. He got it, you might be nauseated or feel sick at the fact your away from home. That’s fine. He’ll give you time.

But then days go by.

And he just gets so worried about your health.

He encouraged you as much as he could but wouldn’t push it, he didn’t wanna scare you away. But at this point, it was just ridiculous. He watched from work, on his phone with the app that connected all his security cameras, watching as you hovered around the kitchen. He knew you were hungry. So why torture yourself?

At this point it was torturing him, not you. Well maybe that was the point to it. But he couldn’t take it anymore. He felt like a terrible caregiver. He was supposed to take care of you and protect you as your lover- that’s the damn reason he took you in, in the first place. So why couldn’t you see that? Why couldn’t he help you?

But Nanami is a good man, with zero bad intentions. So he decides first he can try bribing you. He makes your favorite dishes, the smell wafting in your room and up your nose. He places it at your nightstand, with your favorite cold drink next to it. The perfect combo. He does this for a while. No matter how hard the food is to make, whatever bullshit combination he needed to construct, however simple or complicated, he made it.

And yet you didn’t eat it.

He tried buying you material things, giving you extra little privileges like time in the garden or extra TV time, but you don’t even use them. You don’t even care.

And he can tell that you would, if you had the strength to. But you don’t, you’re weak. Probably because you’ve gotten so weak. But your hoping, your begging, that maybe he’ll see your weak body and finally get you some help. Maybe he’ll realize this is hurting not helping you, and he’ll let you go. You know the Nanami you’ve always known is deep down beneath the insecurity of his yandere self. You just need to find it right?

He got home that night. Late. His mind buzzed with work, eyes tired and body sore from constantly staying in his office chair, clicking the keyboard and staring at a screen. He’s been looking into a job for jujutsu sorcerers- but he thinks that’ll take too much time away from you.

He dragged his body into the house, closing the door behind him and quietly yelling out, “Sweetheart, I’m home.”

He hoped you’d flock to the door and he’d feel your warmth- but obviously that was just a dream to him and you never did so. Staying hidden away in the your room or wherever you were.

He decided to prepare a late dinner for the both of you, hoping some time together could encourage you to eat.

He dragged his body to your room. He just needed you, needed your warmth, your kindness, your loving presence and any kind of physical and emotional attention you could give him.

But as he opens the door to your room, he sees the breakfast he left on your. NIght stand, still left untouched.

“Sweetheart. This has gone too long. I respect all your decisions, and that you might be upset with me, but I need you to eat.”

Your wrapped up in the sheets, ignoring him, face stuffed in your white pillows.

“Honey, dear. Please, look at me.”

You can hear the desperation in his voice, the almost begging in his timid voice that almost makes you choke.

You look up at him, soft dead eyes staring up at his concerned ones.

“I made your favorite meal again. I know you don’t want to eat, but can you at least come sit at the table with me?”

You know this is his soft way of trying to convince you. And you also know that he wants you to sit at the table so he can feel like you two are an actual couple not one from hell.

You get up, which makes him sigh of relief. Thinking that you’re giving him a chance. Obviously, that’s not your idea, but you’ll let him think so.

He gently takes your hand, leading you downstairs to the dining table. You see he decorated, putting candles on the table, brought out the fancy silverware and china, the wine glasses and table cloths that matched the fabric of the silk pillows on the cushioned chairs.

“Sit, my love.” He pulls your chair for you, with a gentle smile. You can see the relief in his eyes when you sit, and he pushes you in.

You’d be flustered by such a gentlemanly move if it wasn’t for the situation you were currently in.

He sits in front of you and pops open the white wine, the insanely expansive white wine, pouring some in both of your glasses, he raised his up to yours, in which you ignored, and he clinked his glass with yours.

“Ready to try? I simply perfected the recipe-“

You place a spoonful of food in your mouth, before spitting it out right at him, shocking him and making yourself laugh for the first time in so long.

You soiled his expensive blouse, the shock of your behavior making him spill his wine, his eyes wide and looking down at his ruined blouse, then to you, then to the spilled wine, then to you.

You just giggle, smirking in victory at his dazed response and how you won’t let yourself be pushed around by him.

But what you don’t expect, is for this extremely caring gentlemanly man to slam down the cloth from on his thighs down at the table, getting up as he unloosed his tie.

“I’m done.”

And your smile drops in a way that makes you realize you won. He’ll let you go, he’s finally done with you he’s gonna let you go-

“If you want to act like a child I will simply treat you like one, until you can behave like an adult.”

Your eyebrow raises at that. What? Wait what?

He throws his tie off his neck, grabbing your hands and tying them up. You try to fight him off you but he’s strong, he didn’t even try.

He leaves, and your relieved, a little scared that he left you tied but at least the mad man is gone. But then he comes back with a toddlers seat. A fucking child booster seat.

Your eyes widen as you realize what he meant. “N-no no way! I’m not sitting in that- I won’t even fit-“

“You know I bought this.. I bought this hoping our first child could use it..” he sighs. “But I guess you can be the test drive..”

“N-no! Your crazy! Your insane! I won’t even fit in it I won’t!”

“You don’t have a choice.” He cuts you off. “I’m tired of watching my love kill themselves off just because you’re upset. You can be upset just don’t hurt yourself.”

He places the child’s booster seat next to you, at the table.

“You either eat, or fucking sit here and I’ll feed you. Well? Do you want a baby bottle too?”

Sukuna:

Catching the eye of someone so murderous and evil is just the most hell filled unfortunate thing that can happen to you.

And it did.

You found yourself being coddled and “loved” by a monster. He’s pure evil, and you’re his. There’s no denying it. You’re the chosen one.

As his maids touch up your hair, give you a manicure, clean your face of the tears and blood from biting your lips, you stare at them with desperation in your eyes.

Save me.

You think, but they won’t. They’re loyal.

Sure, Sukuna hasn’t done anything actually bad to you, but he’s locked you up, like a princess in a tower. You hope that your prince in shining armor will save you, that he’ll come running with his horse and sword, armor and shield in hand.

But he never does. And if he did, you’d never know because Sukuna probably killed him before he even got a chance to get a glimpse of your pearly eyes.

A maid brushes your hair. You think. He’s taken away all your forms of protest.

When you stopped taking care of yourself, that was fine, he ordered his maids to wash your hair and clean your body, do your skincare and paint your nails. Even go as far as to brush your damn teeth.

They’d use expensive amounts of creams and moisturizers, the kind even the bourgeoisie couldn’t afford. Perfumes from across the land and hair oils from different kingdoms.

All these things, just for you.

When you didn’t want to get out of bed, see the sun, he made sure you were made to get that vitamin D every morning, a small stroll before and after breakfast in the garden, with of course, the guards watching you.

He pampered you, without even being there. Made sure you were healthily entertained with your favorite books and games, all your devices you humans use to take up time. He even brought a festival worth of people to greet you when he took- when you came. Circuses, fire crackers, acrobats, all those to welcome you into his palace.

And you took it all with a grain of rice.

You didn’t want to be here, you didn’t mean to pique his interest. But you did. And now your stuck. You even heard the townspeople whisper of how the man who forced everyone on their knees to worship him is now worshiping you. A mere boring human.

So you decided to find your own way to protest, something he can’t force you to do or make other people do for you.

Eat.

You sat at the large dining table, him on the long other side, watching as he ate, watching him with no love or adoration in your eyes. While he would hold the stars for you. He’d bring them down for you if you asked.

“Well? Is it not to your liking?” You hear him slur from his side of the table.

“No.” You know this is dangerous. The cruel king, he could have your head.

“What’s not to your liking? I’ll have it changed.”

You shove the plate away from you. “It’s all bad, I don’t wanna eat.”

Maybe you should’ve used different words, different wording to your protest because Sukuna simply didn’t understand it was a form of protest.

“It’s that terrible? Very well. Servants, carry the chef who decided to cook my woman this rechid food and have him publicly executed.”

Your eyes widen with dismay and shock and you look at him. “What? Executed?”

“What? What did you expect, woman? Anyone who feeds my soon to be queen something not up to par, they shall be ridden with shame. With, or without their head.”

He says it with such a nonchalant attitude, as if he isn’t talking about death.

“I-I no. It’s not bad, actyally. Hah. I just meant.. I wasn’t hungry.” You try to solve this mess you accidentally dragged others into.

“Your dramatic show of disgust was simply because you aren’t… hungry?”

He looks at you almost confused, the big plates of foods surrounding him. He had a surplus of hunger, the kind of hunger only you can satisfy.

“I… I apologize.” You think about giving up on your plan, you don’t want to drag people into this, have them hurt because of you. “I just.. actually prefer your food.” You lie.

“My food?” He smirks. The maids and servants look around in fear, some even annoyance, expecting your head to fly off and blood to soil the floors after you basically asked to share food-his food, with you.

“Very well then. You may sit close and satisfy your belly with my food.”

He pats the seat close to him, different from the seat your sitting at now, far from Sukuna. Everyone stares at you with bewildered shock, that the cruel Sukuna is willingly sharing his meal with you, that he hasn’t offed you or anyone else in his vicinity for your request.

You waddle over to him, sitting next to him, and he watches you try a piece of meat, lamb, off one of his large family plates, as if asking for your approval, to see if you like it.

You hum, the food is actually prepared amazingly well, a lot better then the streets of the poor sides of town you had to buy your meat from.

He nods at you, and continues to finish his meal as well, practically clawing and savagely ripping apart the food at his hands, like some animal.

Everyone’s always been afraid of the way he eats, as if he’s ripping apart someone’s flesh and bones, but to you it’s kind of pathetic. Like a little puppy and its chew toy, slobbering over its bone. Instead of saying this however (which he’d have your head for), you go for taking a small folded table cloth napkin and wipe the blood from the flesh of his food off his cheek, cleaning off the smeared gore that he doesn’t seem to notice.

He looks down at you, huffing as a sign of appreciation at your small sign of affection, and you look back up at him with the same look.

You hate this cruel man, the man who’s killed hundreds and hurt people and hurt you. Who stole you.

But as you look up at him, the folded napkin in your hand still poking at his dirtied cheek, you can’t help but think that perhaps the cruel king and the prince in shining armor are the same person.

And that’s Sukuna for y’all 😈😈🔥 guys why did I accidentally make his fluffy what

[djarinova]

sweetest em !! i hope life and the world and everything in it has been treating u well tehe <33

i am appearing like a little stray cat at your doorstep to ask about a mr mandalorian... please tell the great story of how u and din met + any cute hcs u would like to share ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i wanna know more abt u guys !!

ahhh ada!!! 🫶 thank you much much for the well wishes tehehe i appreciate them very much <3 sending you hugs rn

i am petting your stray cat form and granting your wishes because i very much want to gushhhh about my most beloved husband<3 and i thank you for this opportunity (it's a long one folks so buckle up<3)

okay so, i was working in a small cantina on the outskirts of the town i lived in (i have no specific place names atm bec i have not delved that far into my specific lore yet tehe). it was not the roughest pub in the neighborhood but it was rough enough that when din came in looking to collect a bounty quite a few people looked uncomfortable (almost like they thought it couldve been a bounty for them). the guy din was looking for was sat right up at the counter closest to me and as soon as din got close and disclosed his business and said that he was going to bring the guy in I could tell there was going to be fight. somehow i end up twigging it exactly at the right time and i jumped down onto the floor just a blaster fired toward the shelves behind me. it was a rather intense 10 minutes and then suddenly the two men were gone. which i felt weirdly sad about for some reason... but before i could really figure out why i felt like that my boss was yelling at me to clean up the broken glass, as if it was my fault.... and i said to myself right then that there was just no way i could work there anymore. so i quit haha. and that was how we, well..maybe not "met" as we didnt really say a word to eachother but that was the first time we ever saw eachother.

our entire relationship is very very slow burn though. it was almost 8 weeks after the bar incident until i saw him again and then a further couple of months until we had a steady friendship and even at that point i still hadnt seen the razor crest, let alone live on it...

i can definitely give you some cute hcs tehehe, lets bullet point them real quick

1) he brings me something every single time he comes back from a bounty collection or a trip somewhere (gifts ranging from a rock he thought I'd like to a plant I'd been asking about to a bracelet or necklace to a bunch of flowers)

2) he was the one to confess to me first. I was always scared that I'd misread his feelings or that i was only seeing what i wanted to see, and it wouldve taken me a long long time to finally get the courage to tell him how i felt (although it still took a long long time because HE was also worried about misreading me and making me uncomfortable ahdjdkdk)

3) we sit together every morning that we're together and have breakfast (although breakfast is a bit generous as he usually doesn't eat and im much too tired for food so i just grab a hot drink and sit close to him)

4) we had a lot of very serious conversations fairly early on in our relationship (before he'd even fully taken his helmet off in front of me) because we both wanted to be as clear as we could with our intentions and avoid any miscommunications that might have lead to regret (i especially wanted to make sure he never felt any pressure from me in regards to seeing his face, i wanted him to know that i was happy to wait as long as i needed to)

5) his favourite petname for me (besides beloved of course) is moonlight 🥺 he called me his moonlight one evening when we were laying together and i swear i almost died! it was so cute:(

this was TOO fun 🥺 thank you for letting me talk about my wonderful husband <3

[screampied]

idk if you know the song carnival but like the beginning of the song ("head so good she a honor roll") with the jjk men 🙏

maybe a professor/uni au where you do it for extra credit 🤭 but some of them are brats and don't give it to you ykwim

ofc you don't have to but i think it'd be a fun idea OR if you did the next line ("ride dick like a carnival"), where they're at a carnival yk

sorry my friend is obsessed with the album and this song has been stuck in my head for days

thanks for listening to my req 🫶🤗

-🔵 (i'm still scared of gojos eyes btw)

HI LMAO I JUST POSTED UR REQUEST and i just realized u asked to have them fucking in a carnival but it’s too late and i didn’t see that part of ur ask omg 😭😭😭✋ i hope u enjoy tho tehe thank u for requesting RAAAAH

[kindtobechurlish]

Imagine government saying they want to free all of the prisoners who are in jail, and they are to be given a second chance. In this, there are people who watch over the prison and they make money by means of the prison.. so if people in that prison are let free, they in that prison for work will have to find different work.

Now, I have shown you how the Confederates looked at negroes in slavery. You see the drift for this drift, and negroes are making a life resisting a drifting authority. Negroes are in government making money, negroes are in business, and then there are rappers who are just like that guy on social media making things about pussy and money on Twitter. The end game is getting old, getting more money, and women. So, by that you see people oppress me.

Someone would say I need to smile and flirt, and act like those guys who make things about money and pussy. I’m not supposed to see the stoics, and keep everything at the hip because people can understand a negro being killed by negro police but they can’t understand pharaoh. Why would I want to be pharaoh when I can go out and get a degree and get a job? Now, you see why I don’t talk to these people at the bottom, and now you see why I don’t flirt. I don’t want to “be a little better” and it amounts to me being able to hang in the crowds of Liz Plank as Prince Whipple 2.0. I don’t want that Kike woman, and I don’t want to live in this ecology.

“Smile and flirt.” No. I’m not acting like a “flighty girl”, because when I talk about stoics and fighting - you wouldn’t take me serious. If I acted like a flighty girl, I would be no better than Liz Plank and she is queer. I’m not equal to Liz Plank, and people like her, people around her, because I know a sandy foundation and I am not a beach bum. I don’t want to be around the Liz’s and these people at the bottom, because their solution is smile and flirt. I would be a better father than them, and some asshole oppresses me because he isn’t the dad I would be. Some asshole is president and in 2030 he is done - but this asshole sees my plans, sees my justification, what I can do for this country before I leave, and he is an asshole.

So, now, you see why I don’t like these people at the bottom. Some people giving me signs, every time I see Liz Plank post I remind myself why I don’t like her, and you see the game as the game. I have a means to make country and government like Ptolemy, some presidents oppress me and there are flighty girls just like him. They want me to flirt and be just like them. “Equality” and “tehe.” I would be whimsical among my children, not capricious, and now you see the plain of “flirt.” Flirt is joke, jibe, it amounts to give someone a sharp blow’ and ‘sneer at.’ A flirt is pert young hussey. A hussey is a disrespectful or mischievous woman, an immoral woman. So, when you see practice, and female crimes, you see why I am not acting white. I know about the philosophy of the Greeks, and I have exposed your “dating scene.” A bunch of pert young hussey’s, and the personification of the Greek philosophy is personified. Now, some woman calls for equality and calls fighting a thing of boys. You bitch, go shave your head - you and your no head cover!

You see the picture of flirt, and in the flighty girl you see capricious is capriccioso. I am not going to be “free moving”, like a wanton, it’s exposed in music and grotesque dance, and it does nothing but make me capricious. Now, in a flirt can you see Greek culture and stoics. Capriccioso was head with the hair standing on end, horror, and it became a “sudden start.” You think the dating scene is “scary”, and men are not very good at it? Ha! Marxism, bourgeoisie, separates daughters from their fathers, and ragtime was a custom from the plantation! Some woman would be a flirt, and now all that needs to happen is she gets scared and now some clown is a clown as she is. “No fighting”, and it’s established by flirt. A punk, a coward, he is looking to make me into an animal as he becomes a woman - “feminine”. Some people say, why would a white man do something for me if I am exposing him, and I say that’s why I don’t talk to the crackers I used to talk to.. and I could have done great things with them, but now you see it. Some men who want me to flirt with them, and they flirt, bully is lover! You see a picture of dying 1,000 deaths, and now you see how people stick together just for me to remind you that flirt is give someone a sharp blow’ and ‘sneer at’.

In the personification, you see why I act as I do. A demoralized plant isn’t better than me, a German boor isn’t better than me, I want to do something they make things about being white just to put a woman in my way. I am in New York City around women not my kind, I don’t want to be like negroes resisting a drifting authority, just to get in industry and a kike enables them, I don’t want to go and get the four year degree and when I’m 35 I am around people just like Liz Plank. Nope. This is why I act as I do. In how I do, you see some woman so worried about how I am doing something about Marxism. I can give a fuck about kids, and now you see realpolitik, I did what I did because if I have a kid I would have a house (ecology) and by it, anyone is welcome but I am done with drifting authority as I don’t want to contradict old bed.. he has done more for me than living white men. All these feminine men dating, and my equality is plane when they didn’t date. I would rather have moral of “fresh off the plantation”, verses the moral of some negro who sees money is sticking in pockets and he is resorting back to the foundation that warranted him to be able to “make music.” And now you see they are rapping today, and many couldn’t personify moral of fresh off the plantation, the KKK was, and Albert Pike was proven as right! I can give fuck about your kids, but according to the Marxism I am using women and kids to get the men. Some president oppresses me, I entertain and they think I am for them. I’m not for them, I don’t want to get to know them, and these women who want me to serve them can go shave and see how that dating scene will treat them then. “Flirt.” Nope.

[lipstickbisous]

nosy bout 1 through 5, your theme is fucking cute !

wait omg thank u so much!!!!  🥺 yours is so hot!! 💞💞

1: Age

i’m 21! i turn 22 in august!

2: Shoe size

lmaooo i’m a women’s 10, men’s 9-9.5. it kinda depends on the shoe?

3: Do you smoke?

nope! i’m too scared to but i think it’s hot when chris does it so 

4: Do you drink?

i might’ve...dabbled in drinking at high school parties but a lot of drinks gross me out

5: Do you take drugs?

well...if u mean medicine, yes i take birth control tEHE and i take stuff for my weight (currently at 113, that’s one pound gained!!) but i'm allergic to weed soooo....sad i know

nosy anon asks!

[kyoya-ootori-online]

Hi! This is such a cute little blog. Can you do a reaction post on the hosts reacting to their SO finding out they sleep with a teddy bear because of their traumatised past?

//Thank you! I hope to keep this blog active. I’m still quite new to Tumblr so I’m still getting the hang of it all. But thank you for my first ask! It’s made me so happy! Hopefully I can do all the hosts for you ^^“\ 

 ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ Teddy Bear Imagines ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ 

 Tamaki:  He’d be a little bit like Honey with his own brown bear, Kuma-chan. He uses his Kuma-chan as a comfort thing too so he would be completely understanding. In fact, he’d even start drawing the two teddy bears together instead of just his on his own on any notes etc. Like Honey, he would insist you use Kuma-chan if you ever lost your own teddy. But he would also scour the entire area just to find your teddy! Especially when he found out the reason behind why you are so attached to your teddy bear. "My dear Princess, you have nothing to be afraid of when you’re with me. I will keep away those night terrors. With the power of our teddies combined; we will remain safe throughout the night!” He would cry out majestically! 

Kyoya: He would be a little annoyed at first (especially since Tamaki and Honey do the same thing at the host club) because he expected a more ‘mature’ side from you. However, as you patiently explain to him the importance of the teddy bear, he will begin to understand. He’d even be calmly pissed (yes that’s a thing with Kyoya!) about the thought of such a lovely person having suffered something so horrific if it’s left the need to seek comfort that he can’t obviously give. When you’re lying in bed and he can feel you pat around bed for the teddy, he will quietly reach it and place it in your searching hands. Not saying a word to each other, but the mutual understanding is there. He’d still hold you (and your teddy) against him throughout the night.And yes, if you happen to go on vacation and forget your teddy, he will order the car to be turned around (or one of his service men) to go collect teddy. Naturally, he’d be annoyed. To keep up his appearance. But deep down, he’d understood. 

Honey: Expect Teddy Bear picnics with lots of cake! Honestly, Honey wouldn’t mind one bit. He’d be ecstatic that Usa-chan has a friend to sleep with too! You would all be a big sleeping ball of warm fluffy cuddles! However, Honey would cry when he heard about your traumatic past. How could anyone hurt someone so lovely!? If you ever forgot your teddy, Honey would immediately give you Usa-chan until you both could find yours. 

Mori: He would be more protective of you than you are of your teddy bear! Especially once he found out about your past trauma. Just like he does with Honey, he would always look out for you and your teddy. Making sure your teddy will always be near you and nothing happened to it. If you were ever upset, he would comfort you by wrapping his arms around you and handing your teddy to you; having both of you wrapped in his arms in a quiet, comforting embrace.

Kaoru: He’d tease you (jokingly) at first but once he found out about the seriousness of the situation, he’d understand. He’d find it quite cute and adorable seeing the two of you snuggled together on the couch or the bed. He’d probably never understand the full importance of such a stuffed bear, but he would still be understanding with you. He’d probably even snuggle your teddy if he was ever ill and missing your presence while you were away (at school or something).And on brighter days, he’d play games like 'Come and get Teddy!’ By holding teddy up above your head, slightly out of your reach.

Hikaru:Upon seeing her curl up to your teddy rather than him, he would be annoyed and upset. After all, isn’t here there for you to seek comfort in him rather than competing against a stupid stuffed bear? Despite his obvious annoyance, you open up and tell him the reason behind it. Hikaru becomes quiet as he takes in what you said and tries to understand. He’ll probably never fully understand, but he does try and sympathises with your past trauma. Only, he’s even more annoyed now knowing that there were people out there who have hurt you. 

 Haruhi:Much like Mori, she isn’t fazed by the need of having something to self-comfort with. It really is no different to her having a preferred pen to write with. So she certainly won’t judge. She knows what it’s like to seek comfort in something when you’re scared or lonely. She would listen to you and sympathise with your past, and would take it into consideration in the future (making sure your teddy is always packed if you’re going away on holiday). Being the domesticated woman she is, she would also hand-wash teddy every now and then to help keep him clean and preserve him longer. She could only hazard a guess as to how many nights your teddy has soaked up your tears. 

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･’ BONUS '･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* 

 Kasanoda:Tehe, this bumbling sweetheart wouldn’t mind if you had a teddy bear to cuddle with at night. He’d probably blush more because he thought it was the cutest! Hearing the reason behind the need for the teddy bear, he would have his gang protect you and escort you wherever you went. And he’d not only pledge to protect you, he’d also pledge to protect the teddy bear too.Nekozawa://eep I’m not confident with this character! Forgive me!!!!\He would immediately put Teddy through a welcome/pledge to the darkness kind of ritual. He would also put a curse on Teddy. A curse that is sweet in a way. The curse would be for any of those people who have or going to wrong/harm you in any way, they will be cursed. He will even lurk in the darkness to witness the consequences of the curse; to make sure that they are getting what they deserve for harming his beloved. 

[the-reactionist]

MORE work for you, Teal

i wanna make the most use of you; by following your teachigns and gettig to know the laguage you use to express the truths of present;

pls, look into emanuil, and look into me more too: here is a list of all my tumblr blogs, some fo them are very personl; the most being the erctionist and my crazy self’s notes - the blog about my passion for emo [emanuil]

i want to tell you stories i know and have been through so that you help both em and teh people in them, as well as gain mor eknowledge about today’s humans;

you remind me very much of my neighbor who is a national champion of bularia in hockey; i had sex with him a few times and he ahs helped me immenesely in many different ways;

i have past of sexual abuse and beign in a sexual cult/sect here in  bulgaria; a mindfuck place which seemed as heave back then, ot like your death cult where you received torture - i received brainwashing and scapegoating; and i was sacrificed brutally ‘for the gerater good’ [fuckers!!]

my neighbour is your age - im 30now he is 34; he lost his mother to a car accident when he was 14 and he took care of his young brother, raised him, mad ehim a hockey player and himself into the bulgarian national team, ad even participated in olympic games with the bg hockey team; he is super athletic and sexy, but he can’t care for himself;

he has developed a great motehrhood and femininity about him but he is constantly beign tricked by people because he puts hsi trust onto them unhealthily;

i started havig sex with him because i want to help him; i want to care of him; to cuddle him; to mother him, so that he feels appreciated an dthen goes and attracts a woman to spend the rest of his life with;

in teh same way i wanna exert my passion oto your character, so taht you get all taht i ca offer, and use it for yourself; that said, i am mainly doing this for myself, because i am universal and we are connected and i want for enlightenment and greatness energies to aboud on the earth; selfishness, as i said already -_-

can you help me help my neighbour; i have sexual trauma issues and i cant be passionate enough, as he needs to see himself being sexually adored and made sex to; he is gorgeous - much like yourself; athletic , bautifully and carefully built body, but a lerner’s mid and heart, too; he is a coach and wants to become a fireman, too; so he is a good kid; i want him to believe fully in himself, as do fat babies - babies that are well nourished are usually fat; afterwards they slim down;

i want him, as well as you - in the absolutely sam eway, so feel loved i your body so s to heal your earthly trauma and be a better version of you; and there is no time to waste - let’s work on these things together; i want to hold space of grounded acceptance for you in exchange of you gettig to know my troubles and my mind - i have committed seppukku onto myself to undertsand lust and abuse of sexuality and abuse of te feminine sexual energy - i defiled myself using a marker, scarrig the insides of my vagina; my eighbour and his teammate re the first boys i have had sex with, and that was last year - i was 29;

before that i was sexually abused and attemptedly dominated by a sexs cult leader - i was 21 and he was 50 when we had intercourse; and he was the first person i have been with;

before taht i was very confident in my heart but because of the self-rape i performed, i became virtuoslly shy in appearance around men; yet this was no virtue at all becaus ei started exploring the world of pornography and pleasign myself while i was uanble to open up to boys, especially when they approached me; i like that about myself, though - because it was a demonstartion of the rush of emotions and hormones tyhat went throyugh me every time my dreams came exactly true - as usually happened - tehe men i liked approach me, and my tongue gets tied; but still i learn from that; even though i would have rathered to have had sex and interactions with them when they had approached me, to gain physical confidence in myslef; but that me would have been a perfect woman; in teh sense of being attuned of her sexuality - a woman who owns her sex; as is the boy i love - he owns his sexuality;

my relation to my mentally ill abusive motehr leadme to commit seppukku on myself and i have deep sexual trauma and mindfuck and that leads me to choices that diminish my greatness and i am easier to control;

i am great; i used to be very powerful in my early teenage sexuality, and as a child; but the family i come from is very dark and i eed to work with you on that as well when i have the power to tell teh tale; these historic stuff need to be cleansed

so i need intense mnipura/root chakra healing; this is what i damaged when i fucked myself forcefully with the marker pen; the scaral chakra is now purified -it’s a long story; i dont feel like going into detail right now;

i don’t know how to ask for help with that but it is preventing me from accomplishing my destiny as a human being; and i find strenghts in my choices of action because i desire to stay on top of the game in taht regard; yet i truth i believe it was a mistake to abuse myself this way, and it was scary and crazy; and i did it because my moter hatedme and didn’t want me in hte first place; so here is an extreme form of scapegoatign for you

i desperately need to heal my manipura/root chakra wound[eergetic] and move on; to fully embrace MY scared masculine and bland it with my scared feminine which my person that i love has opened very strongly in him; or he has the sacred maculine maybe, i am not sure because i can’t soemtimes tell fully well stuff with my genitalia, because of the abusive rape onto them, and i get mixed signals and confusion; so sorry; i need much help in that regard;

whenever i contact your energy, i get dreams releasing trauma stored in my clitoris - trauma of sexual abuse both from teh past, and from my waking life - so it’s stored memory in the body, as well as the memory of when i was a youg girl and i stuck that plastik shit into my yoni, bruising her from within;

i need to love-talk with you about sexuality; please, let me book another appointment with you for thatl i thik this is my main problem here; i see quan yin spirit protecting my femininity whe i think of this; when i did it i wasn’t thinking at all, i just acted in response to the signals my spiteful’parents’ were sending to me

i need love and i need to heal my shame for myself for abusing my own self; i am lso angry with myselffor abusig myself; so it’s mixed and taht is a recipy for disater in energy terms

thankyou!