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Snow Angel 12

Chapter 12: reverance Series Masterlist

low - medium honor Arthur Morgan x fem. Reader

Arthur has been living by himself, laying low (for real this time) somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. After the whole Pinkerton and Micah debacle, he has been hiding away, waiting for it all to blow over, occasionally getting letters from the people who still know that he’s alive. He’s been alone awhile and at first, he thought he could handle a little loneliness. He has been wrong before. Lucky for him, you look like the perfect thing to break up the monotony.

Warnings: dubious consent, arthur’s mental health is kind of not so good…VERY low honor Arthur, darkish fic, a bit of naive reader. Reader has dated and period typical ideals, not very good ideas about men and marriage… if you want reader to be strong and a fighter… this is not for you sorry. suggestive themes. big smut scene for v day, oral, vaginal, the works. reader sits on arthurs face lol it what she deserves WC: 7383 Hello snow angels : ) chool has been killing me, work has been killing me, life has been killing me, THIS CHAPTER has been killing me... BUT WERE BACK!!! finally, I have this ch in a place i sort of like it, im sorry this took so long. I hope yall like it and happy valentines day from snow angel arthur 🫢🥰💖😊🥹💓😈 Tags: no TB, weird but not that toxic relationship, Arthur being a menace.Arthur being a complete sweetie hes so happy awww - The life you live with Arthur is almost picture perfect.

You wake with a warm hand rubbing your thigh. Slow stroking motions, rough fingertips glancing over your skin. They dip inward towards the center a little. Eyelashes that rim your lids part and you moan softly, it’s warm and dark and you’d love to sleep more.

Arthur’s awake already, petting his hands down your thigh, on your side, the blanket has bunched towards the other side of you. You whine and wiggle away.

He wears down your thin resistance like a whetstone. Drags you, wets you, taking you across the fine surface until you reach a place that he likes. Each of his sweet actions take you there. Like these mornings, something out of a story book. Something that feels too good to be proper. Most of the things that he does here in this bed have that quality.

He pulls you back, pinning your hips to his. It’s become somewhat of a routine with Arthur, he wakes in the morning and observes you awhile. As if it was the first night you had come and that morning, he could hardly believe you weren’t a dream. You suppose loneliness had that effect on him.

Although now, he proves it to himself. Touches your hair or your back, squeezing your hips and if he’s feeling particularly pushy, he’ll wake you by softly squeezing at your breast.

You would like to deny you have a favorite but it most certainly is when he kisses your hair until you wake. Puts soft kisses that pull you right out of your dreams just behind your ear. Today though, his fingers press against the curve of your hip.

“You awake yet?” his own voice rasps with sleep.

“No…” you huff and he chuckles at you. You rub your cheek into the feathered pillow, trying not to ruin your sleeping state by opening your eyes too much. You flinch and try to get farther away but his arm is tight around you, dragging fingers over your belly

“Aw, I’m sorry, princess. Did I wake you?” He huffs between a laugh. He isn’t sorry one bit and you know it.

“Arthur, you’re incorrigible,” you mutter into the pillow. His chest hair and the trailing fuzz down his middle brushes against your back, his strong arm pulls you closer by your hip. You’re swallowed by his heavy presence, the smell of him (all musk and salt, fire and pine sap) , his breath over your ear. You lean into his softness as well, his belly against you feels so warm. Bristles of his beard scratch over your shoulder.

“Can never keep your hands to yourself, can you?” You put your palm over the top of his hand, little hairs tickle your fingers; rigid knuckles and working man’s hands with their veins and knicks, rough spots. Prying them away would not work so you do not bother. Strength isn’t something you have in common with Arthur. Especially not when you sense the power of him, lying in wait.

“My pretty wife in bed, n’ you want me to keep my hands to myself. Shows how much you know about me,” you smile a little, your eyes flutter open slowly, the world is this room for now. Arthur’s bedroom. The smell of cedar, faint smoke, and wintertime sweat that clings to the blankets. There’s thick quilts, plain blue and red, with a hint of decorative elements in the careful stitching. And a thick wool blanket, rumpled and slept in.

His voice is perfect like this in the mornings, rumbled into the delicate pieces of your ear while he holds you in the messy nest of blankets you have, gathered here. Entirely limp for him to touch, like clay to mold. With Arthur, it can be easy to feel that way, his hand clasps over you.

Within the dusty pages of your etiquette books, dull printed letters outlined how a lady should manicure herself each morning so as to please her husband when he woke. How she should fix her coiffure, make sure her appearance measures up to the impeccability required of her. But Arthur doesn’t seem to care about any of that. He kisses you though you haven't cleaned yet, breathes deeply into your scalp. No part of him minds if you wake with tangled hair, or if you wake looking less like a portrait, rubbing sleep out of your eye.

Instead, he lays on his back, sitting up in bed a little, your head on his chest. That’s all before he pats his lap and you clamber over him. He looks at you too softly, marvels; with his eyes, they make blue seem so much warmer. Arthur is easy to indulge, he likes when you touch him anywhere, over the planes of his chest, thick with muscle, over his collar bones. His breath quickens, he’ll grumble these low noises when you scratch a little at all of his fuzz.

Just the fact that you're here brings him a satisfaction you had never seen in a man. As if there isn’t any other want in him that needs to be sated. Nothing you can’t fix. That’s what he tells you anyway. “Don’t need a damn thing but you, angel,”. Like he could do without air, he’d just breathe what you have in your lungs with kisses, could drink the slick you leak between your thighs for water. Could lick the salt from your skin for food. You don’t think you’ve been able to be without Arthur for more than a minute or two before he comes around looking. Perhaps he fears that if he should stop looking at you, you’d disappear. Out of sight, out of mind.

You’ve become accustomed to it. Inclined to it, even. You start to get nervous without him too. Though you talk yourself into being more composed, it doesn’t put sense into you like you want it to.

In the kitchen, you start to cook, while Arthur tends to the fire, then he’ll get more wood if he has to later. You have ice cold butter and flour so you make biscuits, fluffy and tempting, in a cast iron skillet. You fry some thick cut pieces of venison and with its drippings, you stir together a gravy. Arthur likes to watch, wrapping arms around you, dipping lower to observe. He hums deeply in satisfaction. Surrounded by him, you relax slightly.

“Looks good, smells even better,” you turn over your shoulder, accepting a surprise kiss he gives you. He tries to make it last longer. Swishing his tongue past your teeth. You make an errant noise. It turns into a squeak when his hand descends onto your ass. You part with huff.

“If I burn this food…”

“Alright, alright… what needs doin’ ‘round here, you like to leave a mess,” He pokes at you, you roll your eyes. But you do appreciate how he doesn’t sit around like your father does. You told him how you liked it when he helped you, you washed the dishes together. Your hands pruned and so did his. He rubbed your arm and you felt the little ridges. It made you smile. He made a point to try and join you in the things that you do around his home. Your home, the home you maintain together now.

You watch as he eats and hardly leaves a crumb on the plate. Powdery white light shines through the window in the small kitchen, it’s not the sunlight but it’s still nice to have something to float through the glass. Perhaps you’d take some fresh air, Arthur takes the horses out sometimes and you know Lucky can use a bit of a walk around, even if in the cold.

“Could eat your cookin’ for the rest of my life,”

“I’m afraid that’s what you’ve brought upon yourself,” you sigh, “it’s all average fair, I assure you,”

“I ate slop for years. Average fair’s like heaven’s banquet,” you scoff a small laugh.

“Your gunslinging days didn’t feed you well?” You don’t plan on eating anymore so you stand to clear some of the dishes. Arthur starts to do so as well, pouring cold coffee out into the basin.

“Nah, if I had time to eat, it was fresh game or Pearson’s stew,”

“Stew? Stewed what?”

“Half the time…I had no idea,” he’s leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. You find Arthur’s piercing gaze after you settle into an easy laugh. You tilt your head, placing more of your dirty dishes onto the stack. Observing you is a strange passion of Arthur’s. He pretends as if he’s not watching every move you make, his face isn’t tense, he’s rather relaxed.

But he’s sharp. The only thing that consoles you about it is the satisfied and pleased air that he has. You’ve grown used to how much he likes to be at your side. Like he aches for it. And in some ways, you do too. You want him there.

Roving his eyes over you, he has his big rough hands on your hips and waist. Sinking his fingers into you, like he’s always done that, always held you. Too natural then, is your willingness to give him what he wants. He captures you there in his gaze, the same blue as a springtime sky. Gently, you touch him too over the soft cotton of his shirt, the weave of his suspenders. You brace your hands on him.

“Can we take the horses out?” You give him your best pleading pout, digging at his weakness for you. Very rarely does he concede to you. He has firm rules and expectations but you use the way he cares for you to your advantage at times. He gives you his opposition, hopefully only at first. His brows tighten together, and his hands hold your bare shoulders. His fingers play with the delicate strap of the soft simple shift you wear. He stares down at you while you try not to back down.

“We?”

“Arthur, we’ve been out riding before, haven’t we?” You know the answer and so does he. He looks away, out to the window. He removes one of his warm hands to start rubbing over his shoulder. His deliberation creases more of the lines over his face.

“Then why can’t we go? I’ll even help you brush them, muck the stalls—,”

“You don’t need to do all that, won’t have you out there shovelin’ horse shit… jus’,” he nods to himself. Then he locks his eyes on yours, takes a breath to look at you. You blink up at him, anticipating some negative answer. “You can come along once I’m done but only because you’re real cute when you’re beggin’,” your smile makes him do the same, you press close to him where he accepts you in his arms.

You feel flushed, but you still nod eagerly. Arthur lets you dress to go out. You rush to the bedroom to put on some riding pants. All of these clothes, you have Arthur to thank for. You don’t want your mind to linger on why for too long.

You step out into the living room where Arthur gives you a teasing smile. “Ain’t you all excited. Did I agree to take you to the circus or somethin’?” You frown slightly, looking up at him while he shrugs his bear skin coat over his shoulders. He sweeps some of his golden hair away from his eyes, before adjusting his hat over his head. You adjust your boots, the new ones that he bought for you in town. They’re shiny and brown, with pretty tooling at the top, swirling filigree. The nicest boots you’ve ever been given.

“Arthur…”

“I don’t want you wanderin’ off,” his voice drops down from his teasing.

He sits down beside you, adjusting you so he can help tighten the laces that he ties at just under your knee. He pats his knee for you to put your other leg up. His fingers are more efficient and he pulls your laces tighter than you would. When he’s done, there is a gentle tap on your ankle. He stands and one of his hands is extended to you, to help you to your feet. You sigh, preparing yourself to leave the fire that swells in the hearth, just in front of the sofa in the main room.

“I mean it,” somehow his voice drops even lower. “Don’t make me go chasin’ after you,”

“I won’t,” A smirk curls over his face and he looks down, one of his hands coming up to tilt your chin a smidge upwards. Always so gentle when you say what he wants to hear.

“Good girl.”

You step out onto the porch together, some of the snow has been swept into neat lines by the wind, beautifully glazed over. The sky is a solid tone of gray, undisturbed by any blue upsets. It leaves the entirety of the landscape looking a little dreary in startling shades of white, burnt shades of green. Arthur pauses strangely. Stares out at the treeline a moment. He relaxes after a second but he had been wound so tightly, you can tell just how much tension he let go. You look out but can’t see anything.

“Arthur?” he doesn’t respond the first time. It’s a little worrying. The breeze zips past, brushing against your cheeks and nose. You delicately touch his shoulder. He looks down at your mittened hand on the hide of his coat. Saying his name again does snap some awareness in him and he releases an uneven sigh, puffing air from his nose, it turns into vapor. His brow is quick to pull into its well used expression of ‘not quite happy’ and his jaw shifts under all of that brambly hair.

“C’mon,” he says, as if you were the one who paused for a moment on his porch to stare at nothing. Trudging through the snow is much easier when it’s not 2 feet high. In the stable, Lucky is very excited to see you. And you are happy to see him too. He shakes a little, doing a little trot in his stall. Swiping gently over his long snout, patting over his strong neck. You cling to this constant in your life, Lucky.

Arthur lets you help brush their coats. Every once in a while, you look up from your task to catch him looking. And then he makes some crude joke about your horse “shitting twice as much as his does”.

“How I hate to inconvenience you so, Mr. Morgan,” he stands and rests his hands on the handle of the spade he’s using.

“Gettin’ snippy on me, girl?” Your fingers continue their work as you observe him, his lopsided smile and the film of sweat from his hard work.

“I could never,” he shakes his head and goes back to what he was doing. You smile quietly to yourself.

Trotting out in the snow does bring a smile to your face. You watch the wind trail over the surface of the landscape, brushing over the evergreen needles and bare branches like teeth of a comb.

“Who is Pearson?” you ask, gently leading Lucky. For being such a heavy horse to handle, he listens well. The world exists in this strip of wintery landscape. Soft and hard aspects of nature all at once. Bird song and elk calls. “You said a name, someone who made your infamous slop, I think,” You turn to Arthur who has a little nod and something of a tilt to the left side of his mouth. He handles his horse easily too.

“Navy man, turned camp cook. And you could tell he was the cook; portly bastard. He might not have made a particularly appetizing stew but it did the job, feedin’ some twenty people,” He doesn’t talk too much about his old life. You know it brews under the surface. These stories of a life he lived long ago. But those memories are tender still, when you touch some of them, he flinches away like you’ve pressed into a wound, a deep purple bruise. Physical pain is something he hardly minds at all. You remember you had seen him knick himself while shaving, while you had fussed he had watched on, endeared.

You nod. Prying isn't your intention. But you grow curious. “That's quite a few people. I can’t imagine too many of them were women; do outlaws marry?” He takes a moment to think. You give him time to form his answer.

“We wasn’t always in the habit of marryin’. Hosea, he had a wife. Bessie. Dutch had Miss O’Shea, but they wasn’t married. Dutch weren’t exactly the marryin’ kind. He likes… affairs. John wouldn’t know a good woman if she slapped him in the face,” he says so many names, as if you know them but they’re like faded photographs. Maybe they were in a way, those blurred images in his bedroom. The courage to pick them up keeps escaping you. These people must have been close to him.

“Affairs?”

“Dutch kept that girl strung along but when it got bad, he…let her go so to speak. When Bessie died, Hosea never so much as looked at another woman, at least in the same way. Don’t even think he was the same after she passed on,”

“I’m sorry to hear that happened to him,” you don’t want to push. But you do preserve these brief moments where he divulges pieces of his past. You do your best to remember the names so that if he decided to tell you more, you’d recognize these pieces to put together.

“Yeah…” He dips his head low, the brim of his hat covers his eyes. He sighs, low and quiet. The wind whistles by. Some of your hair blows past, your fingers come to adjust it. Currant shakes, the jingles of his reins fill the simple gap between his words. He bows to pay his horse a little bit of attention, telling him how good he’s been. The sight puts a small smile on your features.

He focuses forward, at the horizon out in front of you. The gentle scene of winter’s serenity calms you, riding along with Arthur. He continues and you turn to listen. “Couple other women, too. Livin’ rough is hard for a man, worse for the girls. Miss Grimshaw ran them girls with an iron fist,” he laughs almost, something close to it.

“What did they do?”

“Everybody did their part. Mostly it was washin’ for the girls. Only that O’Driscoll boy could make tendin’ to horses look like a ladies past time.”

“O’Driscoll? I thought you didn’t like them,” you question.

“Only thing O’Driscolls was good for was dyin’. But really, it was Dutch who hated them. They killed his woman. I think he was more mad that they was the ones who killed her; more than that she was gone,” You nod. Lucky continues on, ambling on in the snow, snorting loudly. The snow crunches under his hooves, crossing over a small creek has Arthur telling you to be careful.

“Other than that, we wasn’t too different in the end. Dutch could play at it; wantin’ freedom or some other load of bullshit. But we was alike more than anythin’,” His voice becomes embittered. The grit of his vocal cords denotes it. And so does his hand, which shakes out at his side, before he places it easily at his thigh.

“Do you miss it? Being an outlaw?” He looks at you, slouched over his saddle but he straightens, staring ahead. His face twists. His gloves hand rubs at his jaw before he brings both of his hands together, rubbing them.

“We should head back,” there’s hardly any room for argument in his tone but you try anyway.

“Arthur, it hasn’t been that long,”

“Nah, it’s too goddamn cold anyhow, hate this damn snow,” you do drag your feet, or Lucky’s hooves a little but even that upsets Arthur. He mutters more about the temperature. You pat at Lucky’s neck, giving him your sweet words.

“Aw, you aren’t too cold, are you? No, you’re very brave! Yes, you are,” Arthur gives you an irritated look. You smile up at him. Lucky almost seems to nod at your praise, turning over his shoulder a bit. You’d give him a treat when you got back to the little stable he called home now.

You sigh as you get inside, having tried to knock the snow off your boots outside but some still clings to you. Dressing down takes a lot longer than expected but you’re flattered that Arthur takes his time to help you get out of your boots. You try to tell him you can handle it but he insists that you need it. You quiet down, letting him do as he pleases. Then he kisses you on the crown of your head and sends you off to the bedroom to get out of your clothes. You nod and start to change into the slip you usually wear around the house. You do it more than quick enough to remain unattended by your overly attentive keeper. Or husband.

You check behind you at the open door but you can hear him doing things in the living room. Carefully, you approach the bedside table. There are framed photographs which, although you sleep beside them, have not taken the time to look at with any thought.

Examining the faces, you pick it up, as quiet as a mouse. There are three men and one stands proudly in the center, like a religious picture. The yellowed tinge makes the pigment look almost green, it must be quite old. The figure on the right is slouched over, holding a cigarette and the other two look to be not quite as young as him. You wonder if one of them is this Dutch figure. You aren’t sure, perhaps one of them is John or Pearson? You don’t want to take the photograph from its frame. That would be far too conspicuous. You’re about to set it down but you almost drop it instead.

“Nosy girl, ain’t ya?” You whip to face Arthur, your neck almost aches with the motion. He leans casually against the door frame, hands on his belt. Your heart jumps and your belly aches with panic.

“I was only-” You rush to explain. He pushes off and comes close with a soft sigh, rubbing his hand over the lower half of his face. He holds out that same hand.

“Give it here, honey,” you hand it to him, expecting him to scold you and put it back. Instead he sits on the bed, patting his knee. You sit on him, trying not to put too much of your weight on him in an attempt to seem daintier than you are. Arthur obstinately drags you fully onto him with a soft grunt.

“All those stories made you curious? You wanna know more ‘bout all this… shit?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” His eyes flick to yours. As if in disbelief, like he thought you’d turn him away. Arthur acts as if you should. But you want to know him.

“We were thieves. Deluded thieves at that. Nothin’ worse than a man who has no idea what he is,” You move some of your hair out of your face, so close to Arthur, you watch as he stares at the photograph. It’s like he’s trying to scare you out of wanting to know more. He had told you he was an outlaw. That night that he and he alone ordained you. Two souls joined for eternity. You frown. Perhaps you’re meant to be scared, meant to be horrified by all of the sordid details. “You don’t…”

“I do. Because-because I feel like…I’m a stranger,” you have touched something of his again, some spot that you dig your thumb into. A brown spot over an apples skin which gives way, pushing mush out over the sides. He’s quiet for a while. Chewing on your words like gristle, thinking them over. You’ve given him pause. You see him at war with himself and you can always tell. His brows pinch, his posture closes in a little. You do mean what you say. Everything is always out of order, unconventional with him. The very nature of your relationship is odd, you had never heard of such a thing, except perhaps in your grandmother's book of legends in the Grecian variety. The lord of the underworld had taken the goddess of spring from her mother. Stored her away.

“That there is Hosea,” he sighs eventually. He doesn’t address your words, only aims to correct his actions. “He’s gone now. Died when we was set up in that goddamned cesspit, Lenny died that day too. The rest of us was lucky to get away on a boat, ended up washed up on an island. Wasn’t even there to help bury the ol’ bastard. But you’d never seen a tongue more silver.” you lay on his shoulder, at ease in his warmth, in his presence. You point to the young man on the right.

“And who’s that?”

“Darlin’, do I really look all that different?” You almost don’t believe him, looking between him and the photograph.

“That’s you?” You look again at the smooth face in the photograph. His hair looks a lot darker too. He spreads his legs in the chair; you do see Arthur do that a lot. He has the same sharp eyes. But he hasn’t gotten the bulkiness that is Arthur now. Broad chest and shoulders, strong and sturdy.

“Jesus, girl, you know how to make a man feel young,” you giggle, tilting your head and taking the photograph.

“Arthur Morgan, you’re too foolish. It’s just…maybe the beard?”

“Jus’ the beard, sure,” you absentmindedly rub your ankle down his leg, relaxing further into his lap. Losing yourself in such a close moment, you continue.

“Well, I don’t mind your scruff. I quite like it on you,” a shy smile pushes at your cheeks.

“Mm, do you, now?” His smile is all too smug. You nod, turning away at your own honesty. He rubs his cheek against yours on one long motion, his arm is steady at your back, keeping you steady on his thigh. You huff and wiggle.

“Not so much when you’re trying to give me a burn with it,” You press your fingers into his cheek. He doesn’t pay you any mind, rubbing his beard when he puts kisses all over your neck. It tickles, and you try to bring your cheek to your shoulder. To no avail, though, he quits all on his own. He’s got that look in his eye, he wants something.

“Yeah, the only place you want all scratched up is here, ain’t it?” His right arm holds you close while his left hand inches up your thigh, dragging the hem of your slip up with him. His fingers brush against your inner thigh, petting along the sensitive skin. He takes advantage of how your body is inclined to his touch. Not so quick to let go of your protective instinct, you try to shake your head at his obscenities.

“That’s-that’s not true…”

“Then where else d’you want it?” Your face is surely showing how much he pushes at your modesty again. Dripping down from somewhere is a puddle of heat, gathering in what feels like just behind your belly button, some awful temptation for him to fulfill. You can feel some small whiny thing in you pleading for him to do what he pleases but you have to cling to what little denial you have before he comes to destroy it anyway.

“Must you make me say things all the time?” You’re desperately trying to defend yourself but like he said. There isn’t much use to defying nor denying him.

“I don’t make you say a goddamn thing. Go ahead, darlin’, keep pushin’ me,” His tone borders on irritation. You sigh and look down to where his hands continue to squeeze at your thigh.

“When you put scratches all over… I-I like that too,”

“There’s my girl,” You don’t say anything, letting him lay you down, relaxing for him. His praise sways you so, you bend and break for it. Your body still shivers at the suggestive position he lays you down in, dragging the hem of your slip up to stare at your form. You’ve never exactly seen what he sees. Your nudity in the mirror has never been anything special to you. But Arthur takes in the sight, feeling what he wants to feel.

“Look at you, you’re jus’ perfect, jus’ fine…” his thumbs press into hips. He spreads your legs, fighting the brief closure you have. Arthur’s flattery does help you sink into the mattress, parting your legs. It isn’t unsettling as it was, being immersed in his praise is comforting as it is confusing.

He helps your arms out of the little straps that keep your shift on your shoulders. Laying nude with only your stockings, you can feel the chill in the air. But Arthur does as he said he would. The prickly hairs he shaves into stubs get dragged not too harshly against the sensitive flesh of your underbelly, while you squirm. He lays kiss after kiss against your skin, razing over you, the sweetest burn of his scruff on you. Your fingers rather pointlessly tangle in his hair for some sort of leverage to ground you.

Before you know why, he’s stopped. You expected him to continue into some lewd act of his. Dipping his tongue inside of the little slit between your legs until it gets slick enough for his pleasure. The waves of ecstasy would push you to the edge and he would give you sugary praises, words of your belonging.

Instead, he looks up at you. You’re… disappointed. More than you have any right to be. Any desire to be but it simmers low in you. You had wanted that, had wanted him to do that, swiping his hot tongue over the button at the very top of your slit. Quietly, he denies you. You must be pouting because he chuckles at you.

“I ain’t sure I’m convinced you know what you want outta me. C’mere and show me,”

“Show you? I don’t understand,” you shy away, wishing you knew more about what he meant.

“You’re always so polite; ‘please’ this, ‘thank you’ that. Ask me real pretty, I might just have to say yes,” Arthur props himself up over you, his weight on your hips pins you down. He’s playing with you.

Soot kicked up the broom, your own contentious emotions fill your chest. He wants you to ask him. To beg him to give you pleasure.

“Do wives often beg for their husbands attention?”

“My wife does; least when she wants somethin’ special. Maybe I just like seein’ you all flustered. Tell me what you need, sweetheart, can’t give it to ya if I ain’t got a clue what it is,” You bite your lip. You’re already held under Arthur. You can play your own games.

“Arthur… I need my husband,” you can tell that you’ve hit something special, like a dog who kicks his leg. His eyes sharpen but his smug expression goes slack a little. “You are my husband, aren’t you? That’s what you say,” There’s that look, you’re continuing to push on him, to get his reaction. Even as he bears his weight down on you, as he grips tighter at your thigh.

Arthur is hardly as playful and cocky as he was a moment ago. As if you’ve sobered him with your words from the joy he was getting from your slight humiliation. Now, he falls for your teasing. You say teasing. But you find your own words to be too genuine.

He breathes deeply in the dip of your neck, you don’t flinch at the burn of his cheek against the sensitive skin. Though it tickles you, your raw emotions leave your thoughts popping like soap suds. His huff fans the warmth of him on your throat. His broadness encompasses you, you feel entirely too small but you do so love the feeling of him taking your body as comfort. Cradled naturally by the softness of your body. As if carved for each other.

“I want you to come set yourself on me,” you feel warm with your own excitement, “set this pretty pussy on me, wanna lick it clean,”

He’s helping you up, adjusting you so you can prop your thighs either side of his head, avoiding the weight he insists on putting on himself. What an odd idea, more concepts you wouldn’t dare imagine, lest you tempt the devil in ways you had always been told would end in death. His hands are only determined, all too strong, he handles you with efficiency.

“Are men and women…meant to do this?” You whisper, unsure still but he quiets you with a gentle nip to your inner thigh.

“No, darlin’, jus’ husbands and wives,” It’s a soft murmur. Whatever plan you had to poke at his devotion backfires on you. A strange feeling descends on you instead. A curl of sincerity over his words and you’re faltering. You end up here often, losing your footing and falling in line with him. In his rough hands, playing right into them.

He has his arms dragging you flush against him, your slit pressing plushly against his mouth. You squeak at his wet tongue, slipping over you, your hands holding on to the wood of the headboard and your back arching. Over and over, he licks the same path, the slick sounds are all you can hear. A filthy and relieved sigh passes by your lips, your mouth parted as you tilt your head back. You rock gently without even particularly noticing, diving into your natural instinct. Finding pleasure on the tip of his tongue like you’ve always done so.

And his beard does scratch. It scratches until your inner thighs are raw; you can’t bring yourself to stop. More moaning is pried from you, your body feeling the tightness of arousal and the jerkiness of your rhythmic movements over his tongue. Your own wetness is a sloppy mess, soaking your thigh. Arthur’s fingers dig deeply into them, he presses you roughly against him, dipping his tongue inside of you, licking you like you taste of sugar.

Then his tongue plays with that button, when he touches it, it’s as if it had ached for it all along, you can’t remember a time when it hadn’t been nearly hurting with the need to be rubbed around by his tongue. You let his name slip from your mouth. That action puts you in a trance where all you want is him. Perhaps you had been a clueless little fool playing with matches but you didn’t mind if the result was Arthur fervently proving himself between your legs. But he stops again, depriving you.

He’s pinning you down against the fabric of the sheets, smiling at you while you whine and cry, wiggling against him.

“I know, sweetheart,” he pants, clearly having been too busy doing other things to keep his breathing steady. He takes advantage of how intense you feel, rubbing his thumb in gentle circles around the soft flesh of your entrance. It’s far too gentle to feel as good as his tongue but you move your hips towards it anyway.

“Still too proud to beg, pretty girl?”

You whine, of course Arthur has to get his way. Just as he makes you feel as if you got yours. You whimper when he sinks one of his fingers inside.

“Arthur, please, please…I want— want you, please,”

He’s clumsily shoving his pants and suspenders down, tugging buttons out of their closure. Forceful kisses press into your lips, you wonder briefly what it's like to do what he’s done but it must taste like this, you taste him, bitter like coffee but sweet with liquor and the strange note of your own arousal. You’ve never had anything like it before.

Arthur heaves a sigh in your mouth, propping your legs up, your hands tangled in his hair, scratching at his scalp. He hardly wastes any time trying to push inside.

The rush only makes it ache, your hips try to wiggle away, your thighs tensing up. He hisses a sharp cuss, a startling sound. Satisfaction settles within you. He doesn’t let your wriggling stop him from pushing until he has his balls against you.

“Keep at it, jus’ — shit, jus’ say that again,” he gasps and you indulge. Telling him you want him, need him, isn’t so hard anyway. It isn’t a lie, as much as you want it to be, for your own sake. To say it is to mean it now.

“Need you, Arthur, please,”

“Good girl, my good girl, all f’r me,” he’s dazed, eyes hardly open, put there by your admittances.

It’s almost shameful how much you like the way he stretches you on him. How good it feels for him to take you, but you’re his wife. It’s what he tells you, over and over. He's said it to you all week. Every night when he had pried these intense peaks of pleasure from you, mussing the sheets, staining them with your slick and his spend.

Your mind is plied, limp and hazy, you spread your thighs easily, let him take as he is supposed to. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, practically bouncing you on him, all too hurried.

“I feel like your man yet?” a panted chuckle in your ear, is all you can understand, the wet slap of him at your thighs and the playful pinch of your nipple pulls a yelp from you.

He’s propping your hips up, prodding at something so deep, your knees tighten on him, reflexes overpower you. The tip of him scrapes, scratches at something that loosens your jaw, slack for all of your noises to get past, dripping off your tongue. You’ve no mind for thinking your noises daring or awful, nodding along at his words.

“Yeah, s’what I thought. Goddamn…” he snarls his words. His self assured gaze meets yours, his hands rubbing idly against your skin, no piece of you remains untouched by him.

Though you may not be a string puppet, you do feel a ragdoll, left at his mercy, warm with him pinning you down, damp with his sweat.

“Jesus, darlin’. Drivin’ me mad, so damn pretty’,” he slows, grunting in your ear. A shiver rushes down your whole frame, hips grinding listlessly, searching for more of him. And you find it, utter perfection when you hear him groan, a tight warning begins in your belly.

His shoulders flex, even as he winces past some pain, his fingers are far too rough when they grab at you but all you do is continue, wanting to chase the heat that pushes your thoughts out of your head, you can’t think of anything else but him.

Bright red and flushed with exertion, his hair dark with sweat, all of him is bathed in warmth. “Long as you keep forgettin’...” He bathes you in it too, especially when he pulls you so close. “I’ll be here to remind ya. You’re my woman, always will be. Nothin’ you do is gonna change that,”

His words are close to what you need, just next to it. Good enough to make you nod feverishly, buck against him. Always. That word sticks to you like glue.

He nudges so deep, instinct guides you to press some soft part of yourself against the tip of him over and over. Leaning in, he presses your bodies together, nearly crushing you with his weight. He still pulls your hips into him, but slower. A jolted sigh is all that escapes you now, you shut your eyes.

“Look at me,” You push yourself to meet his gaze, even as he floods all of your senses with pleasure. The smell of you together, the feeling of his damp skin on yours. His smallest hairs on his chest and belly brushing against your skin. The sight of him, his squared features, his ruddy cheeks. Fluttering inside is your sentiment for him. You don’t dare label it.

Then he pulls back, only to rub at your button, lulling strokes that speed up, far more jarring than the paced rutting of him inside of you.

“Arthur- Arthur, I—,” you gasp, fingers squeezing tight at his shoulders, digging your nails. You’re enraptured in his gentle coaxing.

“M’right here, sweetheart,” he has the softest tone, his eyes are focused only on you, watching carefully. You let yourself melt in his hands.

His fingers are rough, sending fire coursing through you. You feel yourself gush on him and you spread more, eyes rolling back before you arch your back and barely stop a scream from ripping through you.

“There ya go; good girl…don’t you look sweet,” he coos. Pathetic keening is all you give, hips jerking a bit, though pinned underneath him.

He holds you down underneath him, “that’s real good, honey,” muttered over you. Sounding very proud of himself. He looks down at you. His eyes trace over your features. The hardened pads of his fingers draw lines over your skin. You have to catch your breath, swallow to wet your throat, dry from the way you let it leak all of the noises he loves to hear.

Eventually, you relax your legs from where they had squeezed tight on him. He starts to work you back up to taking him, sensitive and tender. You feel the soft gathering of all that he is against you. The heaviness of him inside of you, filling you to the brim.

Your lower belly twists at the pleasured sounds he makes, pressing his sweat damp forehead into your ear, lazy kisses at your neck, you turn to allow him to continue. With a shaky groan and a hiss, he pulls away. You hold back your whine when he spills everything he has on your thigh. A small prick of disappointment almost takes away from the satisfied groan you revel in.

“Took it all out of me, pretty girl…”

He lets himself be tugged down to lay on you, smothering you. But you like the way his big frame feels piled onto yours. You can feel his heart nearly. Beating close to yours, like he wants them to be close. You play with his hair and you wait. Wait for him to tell you something you’ve been quietly biding your time for. It hasn’t come all week, yet you wait like a passenger does for a train off schedule. At the boarding station with luggage in hand, eyes on the horizon, the long line of tracks.

He murmurs it into your skin. You can feel his beard rub against you, his sweaty chest dampening your skin. “Ain’t nothin’ in this world that I need ‘cept for you,”

It isn’t what you’re looking for. You’re starting to feel like that train won’t come but you make excuses for him again. At least he doesn’t fill your head with empty hopes. Arthur is a man of his word and he only says things he means. You know he means it. You know it.

Arthur holds you now, you lay tiredly on his chest. He kisses your hair. It would be so easy to pretend that he was just that while you lay and touch the scars he has. Reveries like that though are always quickly shattered. Ruined utterly by Arthur and his possessive words, curling up and over. Clouding your imaginings with his own version of devotion. These words are not sweet, nor are they bitter. They’re like cough syrup, numbing and sticky, putting you in a stupor until you forget all about the tight scratchiness in your throat.

“You belong to me,” you can feel his chest vibrate with such comfort in his voice, you have no choice but to fall asleep on him while he strokes your hair.

sighhhh dont even ask me how long i spent on this, or how much i like it (i dont really but will i ever???) thanks for reading!!! I reallly liked how untruthful arthur is about some of the details and how much he hides from poor reader : ( and of course, him being a sap at the end was sooo cute, couldnt resist!! happy valentines day snow angels 💓💓💓💓💓🥹🥹❄️❄️😇😇😇

#❄️ snow angel #red writes #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan #low honor arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #tw dark content #tw dark fic #tw dubcon #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption #arthur morgan x female reader #low honor arthur morgan

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iren-n-ire · 1 year ago

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𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟏𝟕

If you had a conflict (fight, misunderstanding et.al) with a person who has Lucifer 7h, honey don't expect them to say sorry that fast and if they did (I bet they imagine you doing it like in shows or comics where a character is imagining a moment of supremacy), trust me there's a bitterness to it lol

Juno in the second house is like Taurus in the seventh house, they want their ideal I.T BOY or GIRL to be spoiling them with wealth or material things and don't forget that they must also be good looking.

A person who has Lucifer 7h indeed simps for Lucifer lol, it's a plus to them if their suitors has Lucifer's qualities or vibes. Overall, their type embodies his aura

Is it just me or fire signs (especially Scorpio) has a thing for breaking things or relationship. It satisfies me in some way (for e.g. burning paper, throwing stuffs, deleting people in my life) lol like some sort of refreshment hahaha

Neptune in the third house, siblings have psychic abilities or a member of the occult and so does their neighbors.

Me and my siblings all have it, I feel sorry for our occult community because some imbecile witches who use magick for evil purposes are a disgrace, that includes are neighbors and they are using for income and to feed their jealousy. Witches like them don't deserve to be a part of the community.

Asmodeus in the eight house, the champion of freaks lol but they hide it still. They don't mind exploration in the bedroom, I think if they are in the medical field, they can be a segg therapist, researcher et.al.

Saturn and Pluto dominants really said to them by the Universe to learn it the hard way 💀

People whose chart ruler is Saturn or Pluto is like a neverending test of patience 💀

I can say that as a Native with Saturn in the eighth house, I want my chaos to be in order lol

Meanwhile if your Gemini is also in eight house like mine, I enjoy the Chaos is some way lol. The people who enjoys playing with fire and it's a bonus if your Venus is here too.

Asmodeus Gemini, if you want someone playful in the bedroom then this is it, booster if it's also in the eighth house (also if Eros asteroid here or in the seventh house)

Leo in the big 3, degrees, or stellium, are you like me who loves to play king, queen, empress, emperor or in short, you're a ruler when you were little?

Neptune in the third house natives definitely love playing fantasy in their head, when they were still a little child, their favorite character maybe also Ariel xD cause I do (Sleeping Beauty too xD)

#astrology #astro observations #astrology observations #iren #astro placements #iren n ire #astro community

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locketsvault · 9 months ago

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「 KUNIKIDA WITH A CUDDLY S/O 」

pairing: kunikida doppo x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, cuddling headcanon, very fluffy

warnings: none!

request: I know you made a post already so only if you have ideas and feel like writing it can you write moreeee about snuggles with kunikida? 🤭 only if you want to :) it doesn't have to be a lot. maybe specifically with a reader who loves cuddles and physical touch and is always hugging him at work and giving him lots of kisses, and also loves plushes 🤭🤭 (original request found here.) (cuddling headcanon post).

word count: 1k

a/n: upon looking for photos for his header I have realized his eyebrows are almost always furrowed lol my poor stressed man. btw, I love stuffies, so I relate a lot to this request.

Man I hate to say it but, you definitely do not fit his ideal type. You were not what he wrote down in his book of ideals. And he couldn’t have asked for anything better. It took him a bit to warm up to the idea of dating you, but once he realized how much he’d fallen for you, and how well you two pair together, he decided to screw the damn book and officially ask you out.

To be honest, he spoils you rotten. As I said in my cuddling headcanon post, if he’s in a relationship with you it’s serious. In my opinion, you ground him. Your happiness is his happiness. He wants you loved and cared for. So, even if physical affection is not his thing (it’s not) he’ll do it for you, he’d do anything for you simp.

When it comes to affection, it goes from quality time, acts of service, gift giving, words of affirmation, and then physical affection. Listen, I know words of affirmation is ranked lowly, but I’m sorry this man with his words sometimes is a mess. He’s not the best at verbally comforting someone.

Now what exactly is it like being a cuddle bug in a relationship with an idealist? Let me bullet that for you.

Cuddles are always initiated by you. Even if you’re not feeling well, you always stretch your arms out for him before he can even blink.

On the off chance it’s initiated by him, it comes out of no where.

I mentioned this in the headcanon but I’ll say it again, after a rough day or mission he craves your touch and comfort. I’m going to assume physical affection is your main love language, so it becomes second nature to him to seek out your touch for affection. He’s the type to bury himself into your arms in that case. He’s vulnerable and sensitive, and while I see him as being only dominant in a relationship, sometimes he just needs to be held and cared for.

Sometimes though he will insist on holding you, and that’s a key indicator that something happened where he felt threatened losing you. If that’s the case, let him holding you and baby you for a bit, he needs to reassurance you’re safe in his arms and not going anywhere.

Wow that got angsty haha, my bad. Let’s move onto something more… fluffy. Literally.

He knew about your love of plushies due to you carrying a couple of small ones in your bags, or having plush keychains. He had to admit at first he didn’t understand the appeal, but it made you happy and, you were quite cute with them. He won’t cuddle them though, I’m sorry.

The first time he saw your plushie collection was when you invited him to your house and allowed him to look around.

He knew you loved plushies but seeing just how many you had, he couldn’t fathom how you afforded them all. Or how you manage to give them all attention, but you do.

He actually sits on your bed and listens intently as you introduce every single stuffie to you. He genuinely cares.

And you better believe he wrote all their names in his notebook. Just please don’t let Dazai see.

He will buy you more plushies for your collection. He keeps tabs on your favorite plushies too. Say you love squish mallows and there’s a rare one coming out, he’ll make sure you get it.

He does sometimes get jealous of your plushies though. There’s been a few times he’s come home to you asleep with your favorite plush in your arms, when it should be him. Eh, it’s his fault for being gone late at work no?

It takes a while for him to let you move in, but he doesn’t stop you from taking over his apartment. There’s always special plushies that stay there. Gifts from him and ones you think resemble him. Whether that’s physical appearance or personality. He found himself comforted by their presence when you aren’t there. The fact they smell like you being a bonus. He will never tell you this though. He will die before admitting it.

The most common cuddle positions involve spooning or laying against his chest. If it’s sitting, then you’re somehow in his lap, or laying your head in it if possible.

It’s become a ritual for you to lay on top of him and tell him all about your day, while he plays with your hair and listens intently. It’s fun listening to his heartbeat pick up as he tells you about the stupid thing Dazai had done today.

It’s also the most convenient if either of you feel like reading a book. He does it a lot, he reads through his book or writes in them to prepare for things.

He’s not the best with you being cuddly and affectionate at work, not at first. It didn’t help that a certain suicidal maniac was his partner and would never leave him alone about it. But after rejecting your affections and see how sad it made you, he learned his lesson and will always allow you to be affectionate with him in public. Not too much though.

Actually now that I think about it Dazai has probably playfully flirted with you (in the dumbest ways) as you sit in Kunikidas lap, asking you to commit double suicide with him, etc. Just to drive his partner insane. You both know that, Kunikida still tries to kill him though. Dazai waits for you to be in his lap since he knows you don’t like to be disturbed and Kunikida can’t get up to hit him.

Funnily enough Ranpo helps ease Kunikidas mind about the affection in the office. You two are great friends by the way. He helped you bully Kunikida into being affectionate with you in the office once. It was great.

I’m sorry though, it doesn’t happen much that you’re affectionate in the office. Cuddles are one thing, which is stretching him enough, but kisses are another. And that’s usually a no. It’s not appropriate in the work place. Sometimes some pecks here and there are okay, but he wouldn’t make out with you.

Behind closed doors or at home though he loves kissing you. I hope you know that. He’s addicted. But that’s a story for another time.

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#kunikida headcanons #kunikida doppo x reader #kunikida x reader #kunikida x gender neutral reader #kunikida x gn reader #bsd headcanons #bsd x gn reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs x gn reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #headcanons #x reader

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canmom · 7 months ago

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Hello! I absolutely love your blog, everything from your festival recounts to animation analysis and programming (one of tumblr's recommended posts was the one where you made your own rasteriser, and I liked your attitude in what I've read so much that I'm gonna attempt to conquer my 3-year-long grudge against using opengl during college and do something similar now that I'm a bit older and have no deadlines :D).

But anyway, I have 2 questions (sorry if there's easily accessible answers, tumblr search is not helping): 1. During your animation nights, does the screen stay black while everyone watches their own video while you provide commentary? I haven't caught any yet but maybe someday! And 2. do you have any youtube channels or just one-off video essays that you like that also cover animation/directors? Or, even programming lol.

Sorry for the long ask have a nice day!

hiii! i'm very touched that you like my dorky eclectic blog <3

For the Animation Nights, I just stream the video over Twitch from local sources on my computer, typically by playing the video in mpv and recording it in OBS. This is obviously not ideal from a video quality perspective, but it's the easiest way to watch video in sync without making everyone download files in advance. Then we all chat in the Twitch chat box (in large part to crack stupid jokes, it's not that highbrow lmao). I've gotten away with it so far!

As for youtube channels, I can recommend...

anime production/history (i.e. sakuga fandom)

SteveM is likely the most sakuga-fan affiliated anituber. He makes long, well-researched and in-depth videos on anime history, usually themed around a particular director or studio.

Pyramid Inu might be my fave anituber - very thoughtful analysis of Gundam, obscure mecha anime and oldschool BL and similar topics. tremendously soothing voice too.

The Canipa Effect does excellent deep dives into the production of specific shows, both western and anime. I appreciate the respect he gives to the Korean animators of shows like AtlA in particular!

Sean Bires's 2013 presentation on sakuga is pretty foundational to this whole subcultural niche, and a great place to get an introduction to the major animator names to know and significant points in the history of anime. unfortunately a couple of the segments got slapped down by copyright but the rest holds up!

animation theory (for animators and aspirants)

I'm going to focus here on resources that are relevant to animation in general, and 2D animation. if I was going to list every Blender channel we'd be here all week :p

New Frame Plus is one of the best channels out there for game animation, describing in tightly edited videos how animation principles work in a game context and analysing the animation of various games. highly recommend

Videogame Animation Study is similar, examining the animation of specific games in detail

the 'twelve principles of animation' (defined by Disney's Ollie Johnston and Frank Thomas) remain the standard approach to animation pedagogy; there are various videos on them, but Alan Becker (of Animator vs Animation) has quite a popular series. I haven't actually watched these but many people swear by them! Dermot O'Connor expands the list to 21. Note that some of the terminology can be a little inconsistent between different animators - c.f. 'secondary motion'...

Dong Chang is an animator at Studio NUT, who produces a lot of fantastic, succinct videos on standard techniques in the anime industry, timesheet notations, etc. etc. Studio Bulldog, a small anime studio, are a good complement; they focus more on douga than genga and are generally a bit more traditional.

programming

big topic here, I'm going to focus on game dev and tech art since that's my field. but also some general compsci stuff that's neat

SimonDev - graphics programmer with a bunch of AAA experience, fantastic explanations of advanced optimisations and some of the more counterintuitive aspects of rendering

Acerola - graphics programmer who makes very detailed guides to a variety of effects with a very rapid and funny 'guy that has seen monogatari' editing style. When he's good, he's really good. His video on water is probably the best one I've seen (though I can recommend a couple of others).

TodePond - the most charming, musical videos about recursion and cellular automata you've ever seen. less programming tutorial and more art in themselves.

Ben Eater - known for his breadboard computer series, a fantastic demonstration of how to go from logic gates up to the 6502 with actual hardware. worth watching just for how clean he puts the wires on his breadboards like goddamn man

Sebastian Lague, Useless Game Dev - both do 'coding adventure' style videos where they spend a few weeks on some project and then document it on Youtube, resulting in a huge library of videos about all sorts of fascinating techniques. great to dive into

Freya Holmér - creator of the 'shapes' library, makes videos on mathematical programming, with gorgeously animated vector graphics. Her video on splines is a particular treat.

There are definitely many more channels I can recommend on these subjects, but I'll need to dig into my history a bit - unfortunately I need to rush out right now, but hopefully that should be good to be getting going with!

#animation #programming #anime #3dcg #computer graphics

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waechan · 1 year ago

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how i think nct dream's hyung line would dress their gf (their ideal type)

just a cute little idea! sorry that the qualities a bit blurry (i made these on canva w/pinterest photos lol)

maknae line coming soon

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mark lee

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renjun huang

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jeno lee

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haechan lee

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this was genuinely so fun to make! took me a while though so please show lots of love<3 lmk if you want a maknae line or have any other requests!

#nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #nct fluff #nct dream #nct fashion #mark lee #huang renjun #lee jeno #lee haechan #mark lee x reader #renjun x reader #jeno x reader #haechan x reader

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amomentsescape · 1 year ago

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Thank you for replying to my question! In that case could I request a Bruce Wayne imagine. One where the reader graduated college, bought a car & is now working a lot at her job. She’s been a bit stressed bec she hasn’t taken a break. Bruce surprises her at her job once her shift ends to take her on a date. & her coworkers & friends start teasing her. Basically Bruce wants her to destress and have fun. Then he expresses how proud he is of her. Just him being a supportive and loving boyfriend.

Also if you could throw in the reader’s friends asking if Bruce bought the car & if she’s gonna quit working bec he’s rich. But she says no to both bec she wants to make her own money & work hard. (Bruce ends up hearing this & it just confirms to him how she loves him for himself and not the money)

Sorry if it’s long lol!

More Than Riches

Gotham! Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Even with Bruce as their partner, Reader still aims to do what they want with their life and love Bruce earnestly at the same time.

Warnings: Overall fluff with maybe one or two bad words

Word Count: 849

A/N: Thank you so much! Based on your request, I wrote it as more of a drabble since my version of an imagine usually only comes with about a paragraph of writing like this. But if you'd like a condensed version that's made into an imagine, let me know!

The past few months have become all blurred together in your mind. To be honest, you were certain that you've spent more time at work than you have at your own home.

Adulthood wasn't quite what you had expected it to be. Graduating college and jumping straight into the workforce seemed like everyone's ideal, but this meant that you hadn't gotten an opportunity to take a breather.

But you supposed this is what you signed up for. A car loan wasn't going to pay itself. But even then, there was something fulfilling about what you did. Being able to be independent on your own terms gave you a sense of security you never knew you desired.

With that being said, you still wished you had a little more time for yourself and your boyfriend.

The thought of him almost made you a little emotional. You two haven't had much quality time together recently and yet, Bruce had been nothing but supportive towards your ambitions.

He told you time and time again that if you ever needed help with anything, all you had to do was ask. It truly felt nice to have someone on your team for a change.

You looked up at the time and realized that your shift was finally over.

You sighed and wandered back to clock out and grab your things when you heard hushed whispers and giggles.

Your coworkers were all huddled together, talking to each other like they were sharing a secret.

"I can't believe- oh! (Y/N), get over here! The Bruce Wayne just walked in. I can't believe it!"

Your eyebrows furrowed together. "I thought I was supposed to see him tomorrow..." you said under your breath.

When you looked up, all eyes were on you.

"You know him?" one of your coworkers asked eagerly.

You gulped. "Well, yeah. He's my boyfriend..."

You suddenly felt hot.

Your coworkers were absolutely stunned at this.

"You're kidding. You're in a relationship with the city's rich boy?!"

You just nodded, not sure how to respond.

"Oh my God. Then why the hell are you working here? He could literally pay all of your bills and then some! I bet your car is already paid off because of him, huh?" they giggled.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at this. You were your own person. You didn't need saving, and you didn't need the man you love paying for everything that you could have earned yourself. It just didn't feel right to you, but to each their own you supposed.

"I'm actually paying off the car myself. And why would I not want to work? I enjoy putting in this effort to support myself and see the impact I'm making. He can do what he wants with his money, and I'll do what I want with mine. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to clock out."

With that, you grabbed your bag and jacket and walked over to the entrance, finally seeing that familiar face you love so much.

The moment he caught sight of you, his eyes lit up, a soft smile spreading across his lips.

"There you are. I was starting to wonder if I came at a bad time."

He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, taking your hand in his as you both exited the building.

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you today," you answered honestly.

His smile widened. "I wanted to surprise you. I know things have been busy and stressful for you recently, and I was hoping a date night would alleviate some of that."

You stopped walking and looked at him, your stomach doing a couple flips.

You just kept staring at him, taking in just how perfect he was for you. He knew how to make any bad moment better in an instant. It's like he always understood what you needed even when you didn't know it yourself.

"What is it?" he chuckled nervously, a little bit shy from your gaze.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," you responded softly.

This made his cheeks go all rosy, causing your heart to speed up. He was perfect.

"I could say the same for you," he reasoned.

His hold on your hand tightened as he pulled you into him, holding your body close to his.

"I overheard what you said back there, about me."

Now it was your turn to blush.

"Yeah?" was all you could produce.

"Yeah." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'm so lucky to have found someone like you. You're one of the only people I know that makes me feel seen as me, not just by my last name."

Your eyes met his at this. "Bruce, I'd love you even if you were just an average person like me."

He leaned his face a little bit closer to yours.

"You're not average, (Y/N). Not to me."

He then pressed in a little further and joined his lips with yours, kissing you like it was the first time all over again.

#bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne x reader #gotham bruce wayne #gotham fandom #gotham x reader #gotham #batman x reader

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numberoneredriotfan · 1 month ago

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Soo I made a tier list based on how I think some of the mha characters would fare as parents (not all of them either because I don't know too much about them or I just don't care about them lol. I also didn't rank any of the adults or the little kids). Sorry for the bad quality :(

A brief explanation of each of the tiers:

The IDEAL parent: Basically the parents every child deserves and needs. They don't just do the bare minimum, they go above and beyond to make their kids are safe, loved, and happy.

A great parent!!: Not perfect, but still great. They'll do their best and might make a few mistakes, but in the end they always make up for them. They just want the best for their kid.

A good parent: Not a terrible parent, but they'll probably make a lot of mistakes that will effect their kids. Not to say they don't try their best, but it will take some time for them.

Lmao they don't want kids: Exactly how it sounds. They never found the idea of having kids appealing and they sure as hell ain't having them.

Fun aunt/uncle: Whether or not they'd actually be a good parent, they're really fun to have as an aunt or uncle! They enjoy being around kids, but the parent life may not be for them. They're the first person to call for a babysitter though.

The poor kid: On some poor circumstance they might end up having a child and I pray for that child's wellbeing and mental state.

#i was gonna do an explanation for each character but... i don't have the motivation #if you're curious about a characters placing you can just ask me #rody would be such a good dad I AM TELLING YALL #mha #my hero academia #bnha #rody soul #rody #deku #izuku midoriya #kirishima #eijiro kirishima #do i have to tag all of them #i ain't doing all that

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aayakashii · 5 months ago

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Hey hey!! I really like yanderes and tokyo debunker - the yandere archetype has actually been my special interest since about third grade ! The reason I mention this is because I just found your account and I absolutely adore your yandere headcanons,, and I see them as that too !! So I want to see your thoughts on some things.

I was curious about your thoughts on yandere Towa x MC (or a self insert character or - just anyone that isn't Haru.) Do you think his love for his partner would outweigh the platonic love/familial love for Haru? Personally I think it would be both a slow and fast progression. Towa acknowledging his romantic feelings and being jealous? That would happen very quickly. But Towa putting MC or romantic interest above Haru? That would take a bit more time, just because the two know each other for a long time. But how long would it take for Towa to value his love interest more than Haru? But I'm curious what Towa would do if Haru starts to like his romantic interest, or gets too close.. would Towa be okay with it? Or does his trust for Haru outweigh that?

sdkljfh aaa I'm really sorry I just really like yandere characters and Towa especially.

I'M SO SORRY I TOOK SO SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS

When I received it, I found it such an interesting idea but I kept delaying it because I wanted to be in the "correct" headspace to give it a good answer, but it turns out that if I keep waiting I'll never do anything so I'll just give it a shot now!! Again, I'm so sorry this took so long, I hope you'll see this 😭

Firstly, I do think Towa already is a yandere character! Probably due to his whimsical nature and inhuman qualities tbh, but he does act like one (he tries to kill Ren just so it can be only him and Haru again ffs 😭). And with his obsession towards romance, I think he genuinely would be a VERY dangerous love interest...

But despite all that, I imagine that Towa kind of compartmentalizes his feelings. Like, his familial love for Haru is in a completely different box than romantic love (or what he idealizes romantic love to be). There would be no such thing as someone being more important than Haru, because Haru and his s/o are important in very different ways. I think he would be able to kinda separate them in that way.

And like you said, with his s/o, things would move very quickly. As soon as he realized (or decided) he had romantic feelings for them, it'd turn intense right away. He still does his own thing and lets Haru fulfill his duties while he's frolicking on the fields lol but with his s/o? He'd be stuck on them like glue. Jealous, possessive, clingy, he's the whole package.

NOW REGARDING YOUR LAST QUESTION... THAT'S SO HARD!!!!! I really want to say his trust in Haru would outweigh everything, but I'm not 100% sure on that. I don't think Towa's idea of romance would be very healthy, so if he saw Haru being too close or having a crush on what he considers HIS, I think that would have....... really bad consequences. And probably not to Haru, but to his s/o. Maybe he'd act like his s/o was betraying him by "making" Haru fall for them, since he thinks romance is magical and all that 💀

But at the same time, I don't believe Haru would DO any of that either, you know? He's so attuned to Towa's behavior, I think he'd steer clear of anyone that Towa ends up falling for.

That's such a tough question though!!! I really like thinking about Towa too, he's such an interesting character aaaaaahhhhh

Again, I'm so so sorry I took so long to answer and I'm sorry if this was an underwhelming answer 😭 I hope you're still around, anon!! I hope you read this! And thank you for entrusting your idea with me :') <3

#ask #tokyo debunker #yandere headcanons #yandere tokyo debunker

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ryuichirou · 4 months ago

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What do you think about Lilia and Idia's chats? I know you ship them but did they affect you in any way?

Sorry for the late reply, Anon!

This is one of those asks that I really went “oh no I have to think about this one properly, this is a very important topic” lol But it’s probably for the best because today is kind of a perfect day for me to write about this particular topic.

As always, I ended up talking a whole lot, so I hope you enjoy reading it. I’ll try not to digress too much!

Short answer would be yes of course it affected me: I’m pretty sure it was one of the main reasons why I started shipping them in the first place.

As someone who crawled out of Homestuck’s cradle (and will stay there forever at least in some capacity), I really love it when characters chat. I think all of us act a bit differently when we’re on the internet, even if we’re trying to be 100% honest, or at least we are perceived a bit differently. And when you have two characters who know each other irl, but also know each other online as different people, and one of them is crushing hard, it creates such an interesting dynamic… so beautiful.

It’s very interesting to see Idia swooning so hard. He doesn’t act that way around anybody else, even people he is kind of close with (Azul is the only example but), which contrasts nicely to his usual snarky antisocial self. I love it a lot when this type of character gets very into someone and ends up being a bit tormented by his own inner demons: he craves to be closer to that person, he wants to spend more time together, but he is scared that the moment he accepts his feeling he’s going to get hurt. He is terrified of being vulnerable, but Muscle Crimson makes him so happy that he just can’t help himself. Idia is so cynical and pessimistic, he already accepted the fact that he’ll stay lonely forever, and yet whenever Lilia appears, he gets hopeful, romantic and longing. Very Megara of you, Idia lol

What doesn’t help is that no matter what Muscle Crimson does, somehow it only makes him more perfect in Idia’s eyes…

For starters, in ch6 Idia said that one of the things he loves most about Muscle Crimson is that he never oversteps and is very understanding of him, and how he is very natural in a way he expresses things. What I’m trying to say is that Idia never feels like he has to explain himself or push himself, like MC always gets it and never pries into his affairs. This is the thing that Idia usually struggles with the most: social expectations, the pacing of a conversation, the arbitrary rules of how two people should communicate; and he doesn’t have those issues with MC whatsoever. It’s very easy for him to talk with MC because the moment this usual obstacle isn’t present, Idia is suddenly very eager to connect with another person. MC is chill, MC is nice, MC is mature and MC isn’t needy. We see it so much with their online conversations, it’s incredible.

I also really love their chats because they very nicely show what exactly Idia wants from a relationship. Whenever I talk about Idia’s ideal type, Idia’s love language, Idia’s anything, I always end up talking about it: Idia loves quality time and sharing things that he loves with others, so the fact that he can play videogames with Lilia is massively important for him, but this isn’t the only thing. In Idia’s dorm uniform vignette (god that vignette is such a feast for a multishipper), Idia gets so excited because MC not only agreed to listen to his favourite band, but also was engaged enough to express that he wants to listen to them! On his own volition! Azul-shi who didn’t even bother to listen to their music that Idia kindly brought to him should take notes!

I’m sorry but let’s take a look at this dialogue (official translation from wiki but I just want to make a point okay):

Ah, I see. My apologies for not being well-informed on the topic.

NP! sorry for rambling about something you don't care about lol

Imagine ranting to someone about your oshiis, and instead of being annoyed or politely agreeing with you, the person goes “oh I’m sorry that I haven’t heard about them”. Of course, Idia’s instinct is to pull back a little and to apologise for his rambling and to joke about MC not being interested – not as a jab at Lilia, but as a jab at himself instead for bothering him with unnecessary information.

And instead of just letting the conversation go to some other lane (which would’ve been a bit sad, but ultimately not that bad because Lilia’s initial response wasn’t an annoyed one), for some reason, MC does this of all things:

Actually, after seeing how passionate you are about them...

My interest in this Premo group has been thoroughly piqued.

you're already interested just from hearing me drone on and on?

you're like the nicest guy. i'd give you 100 rare drops if i could

Would you recommend a particular song for a first-time listener?

Not only he didn’t get a “ehhh yeah cool”, but he also got a “send me their songs” instead. It’s like Lilia is actively trying to lure this poor otaku boy into his embrace lol But the best thing is that it is so casual and genuine, even Idia-the-biggest-cynic doesn’t feel like he is just trying to be nice about it. And as I always say, despite being a hikikomori, Idia is good at reading people, and someone as insecure as he is would’ve definitely thought that MC was just being nice. But he didn’t, instead he got super excited about it. The boy is so smitten he’s melting as we speak...

And not only that! When in that exact vignette some shenanigans happen with the website of the band, and Idia gets upset about it, MC is so quick to cheer him up and comfort him. It’s interesting with Lilia because he really is wise and mature, but sometimes he doesn’t quite know what to say to comfort someone?? There are some areas in which he is a bit clumsy, I guess, but it seems like when it comes to Gloomy Samurai, it feels like he knows him super well. How his mind and emotion operates, what makes him upset. It’s sweet that he is very eager to support him and feels genuinely bad for him; we’re even shown Lilia himself in his own room being troubled that his online buddy might get depressed over what happened. It’s just so… sweet?? I don’t think Idia had anyone other than Ortho support him like that before. I’ll talk about Lilia in general in a moment though.

One last thing about this vignette is that I wanted to talk about is this little exchange:

it'd be so cool if we could meet up IRL...

Oh? Well, if you wish to meet offline, I'd gladly visit whenever you like.

oh nonononono, i live in a super remote place rn!

i'd have to take planes, trains, buses, and boats to go p. much anywhere

meeting up would be a whole THING...

Imagine Idia fucking Shroud not only having a gaming buddy he is excited to talk to, and not only entertaining the idea of meeting said buddy irl, but also EXPRESSING THIS IDEA OUTLOUD? And once again, he is met with enthusiasm, because OF COURSE MC wouldn’t mind hanging out irl! And the moment he gets that response, he pulls back once again, keeping his distance, being anxious and overwhelmed by the possibility of meeting up with MC. It’s incredibly interesting to see Idia acting this way, and once again it shows just how much he doesn’t want to ruin what they have right now. Let’s be honest, it’s not just the fact that he is in NRC; he would’ve easily traveled somewhere if he needed to, they have portals, for fuck’s sake, although not for personal usage. In this convo Idia does what Idia does all the time in their chats: he dares to express interest in MC’s irl affairs, and then gets terrified that MC won’t like it, or MC will answer and somehow this newfound knowledge will ruin something, or that things will get weird: Idia just doesn’t want to risk breaking this balance between them that is super fragile in his eyes.

I love him being so unsure and anxious. I love him being invested and infatuated, but also being so afraid to get hurt. It’s like Lilia is taming him little by little… which isn’t intentional on Lilia’s part lol He’s just hanging out with the guy he likes to hang out with! And the guy is out there falling in love deeper and deeper with every single one of their chat.

But the thing is, this is still not completely one-sided. It’s just that we tend to focus on Idia during these chats, and Idia is really crushing hard on Lilia, but when we’re shown Lilia’s side in his Suitor Suit vignette, we have a little more info on how he feels.

I find it interesting that after Idia’s little rant about how marriage in-game is a stupid mechanic and that it’s such a pain, Lilia changes his mind about asking Idia if he wanted to get married in-game… for unlocking an achievement of course. Which is SUCH A SHAME because Idia would’ve gone full 180 on this topic and would’ve accepted his proposal so fucking hard lol After learning just how much Idia pulls back and rambles, the whole thing really feels like Idia thinking that someone like MC would never ask him for something like this, and how suggesting it himself would’ve been stupid: what if MC thinks that he’s weird or clingy or cringe? So he threw the ball to Lilia’s side of the court so aggressively, that Lilia just figured that Idia hated the idea in general and didn’t want to play with him at all… SUCH A SHAAAME.

But still, it shows that Lilia also doesn’t want to make Gloomy Samurai uncomfortable. Not from the place of extreme shyness, but from the place of loving hanging out with him and not wanting things to become too complicated.

But also!! It’s so interesting to compare the way they act and type. Lilia is so proper with his lack of emoticons, but he is still playful with his comments from time to time. So reliable, so mature, of course Idia’s mental portrait of Muscle Crimson is “older man who may or may not have a family and may or may not be a proper businessmen” lol The boy is talking to someone else’s husband and dad in his head… I also love moments during which Lilia just goes “oh yeah I used to wear armour for work” and Idia just assumes that he’s joking around. I want to see more of their chats ahhh! And I want the big reveal!!

On a personal note (you don’t have to read that part lol), I have my own sentimental reasons to be so into this whole thing. It feels very nostalgic because the whole dynamic, the situations, even the typing style to some degree, it all feels very similar to what we went through ages ago. I won’t point at Lilia and say “he’s just like me for real” because I definitely wasn’t as slick as him at the stupid age of 16, but I did try to have this mature image back then lol But also, just like Lilia, seriously underestimated just how much that antisocial sweetheart I enjoy talking to a lot is into me.

Those early stages of the growing and blossoming relationship, moments of pulling back, showing initiative, trying and being insecure about all those things: I can see it in them, especially in Idia. Since I was technically the Lilia of the situation, I feel such warmth witnessing those early steps in Idia, his crush and his doubts about the whole thing. It’s like… flirting, but not quite? Some other style of flirting that isn’t really noticeable until you really look at it. Since I myself was quite dense back then and, once again, didn’t notice a crush (that I was told about btw) for quite some time, I feel especially sorry for Idia and his pains LOL But also, especially hopeful~

It’s precious. I could’ve written something edgier or sexier but ultimately I feel like it’s very precious, at least to me lol I really love these two. And this is why I’m writing this post today of all days. Very sneaky of me.

Anyways, thank you so much for your question, Anon <3 I love these two a lot.

#replies #about characters #lilidia

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nyc3 · 4 months ago

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hello I recently and after going through it I would like to ask some questions if that’s ok of course and sorry if you perhaps got one of theses questions before

1.what is your general opinion on Shigaraki cause I’m curious as a shiggy fan and just curious in general what other people who don’t like him as much or just in general don’t like him think of him

2. How would you write/rewrite shigaraki just in general or if nine was the main villian and Shigaraki was like a secondary villian and or maybe him joining up with nine

3. What do you think would have happened if nine found tenko

sorry if this ask comes off as annoying or rude I’m just general curious hope you having a good/night

Hello!

It's ok, I would try to answer the question the best I can as english isn't my first lenguage so sorry if you find errors here and there. So let's go:

1_ This may sound strange as my constant comments and critiques about Shigaraki may make look like I hate him, but isn't really the case.

I think is more he's a frustrating character to me because while on paper his concept is fine, I feel his presence ends up being detrimental to the quality of the story because the mangaka didn't know how kept Shigaraki relevant and his solution was artificially increase his status sacrificing other more interesting characters with potential just to elevate Shigaraki, especially Nine and Overhaul.

2_ Honestly I never thought on an in deep rewrite of Shigaraki overall character.

But If I have to say something he did works as a early antagonist considering the initial states of MHA and while I'm not fan of having a singular main villain (because in my ideal story multiple major villains should fight for the power) I think Shigaraki and Nine surely can coexist in the same story. They can even influence each other in fact.

After all an important part of Shigaraki as a character is how he develops a sense camaraderie and tries to became a better leader (even if there's a lot of problems with the execution if that idea in canon).

But Nine already had those qualities since the beginning, he's a good leader who always cared about his teamates and tried his best to protect them. He was a hero for them basically.

So why not make Nine a figure which inspires Shigaraki rather than his rival and Tomura attemps to became a better version of himself while looking what makes Nine a beloved leader, while at the same it time creates a contrast with AFO who was the only prominent figure on his life before.

It would also be funny if AFO didn't see coming how his two attempts of "successors" would became closer allies rather than rivals and join forces, eventually opposing him. Nine would never follow AFO selfish ideals, and he probably will fight to free Shigaraki from his control.

3_ This one is interesting, because I don't think Nine and Shigaraki have a big age difference in the first place.

Despite Nine got a more adult vibe he probably is at best middle 20s, which would make him 4-5 years older than Shigaraki in terms of canon age.

So in a scenario where Nine found Tenko after what happened to his family that day they both will still be kids.

But despite Nine seem to only care about people with stronger quirks and you can think "why he would care about a random kid in the streets?" I actually think Nine has this unconsious instict to protect others in a vulnerable situation regardless of their actual power. After all how he could guess people like Slice and Mummy were strong but he helped them anyway?

That being said I think Nine would do exactly the same for Tenko if he found him that day, extending a hand to him (metaphorically at least lol) and both would escape together while trying to survive on the cruel world of the streets as two orphans without any place to go.

Think about it as Nine being the big bro who tries to protect Tenko the best he can, because he knows Tenko can be a really strong person and both could take on the world someday. Of course Nine won't try to fuel Tenko's trauma unlike AFO, perhaps he will attempt to heal him and Tenko will recover a bit of his own selfless and sweet self with time.

While they grown together as a found family they eventually will meet Chimera, Slice and Mummy like Nine did in canon.

Idk how their lives should continue from there, but pretty sure all them will still fight for create the ideal world Nine always wanted for all of them.

So that's it, I tried my best to answer each question but probably I could've added a lot more but didn't want to make this too long either.

Perhaps one day I will do more post with ideas about how I would like the story to be. It's very fun write about Nine and Shigaraki actually.

Thank you for ask and read!

#mha critical #bnha critical #nine #shigaraki #afo #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #mha nine #shigaraki tomura #mha rewrite #bnha rewrite #all for one #Create this scenario was really fun #All these characters have a lot of untaped potential #i hope this makes sense #At least in my head it does lol

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shakingparadigm · 9 months ago

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ok you know that post that described till vs luka as purebred pedigree dog vs stray mystery mutt found in the garbage. what dog breed do you think luka would be. im thinking something strange and fucked up like a borzoi lol. also sorry i didnt know who else to send this to ur like the one big alnst blog that keeps popping up haha

Stray mystery mutt found in the garbage 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 canon and painfully accurate. Technically Ivan is the stray mystery mutt found in the slums except they managed to clean and domesticate him

Anyways I'm no expert on dog breeds, but to me Luka would be one of those dogs known for aesthetics or show, like a poodle! A borzoi fits his looks too, but I feel they're too active and agile for someone frail and delicate like Luka.

It's kinda funny, but. I mean. The vision is there, right? Puppy poodle.

Luka's unique... conception and upbringing also reminds me of the way teacup dogs are bred. Teacups and other breeds of dog suffer from extreme health issues due to the unnatural way they are bred. Certain breeders prioritize specific qualities and go through unethical means in order to produce their ideal type of dog, regardless of it's future wellbeing or health. Luka's case is quite similar in this way.

I honestly feel like there are other breeds that might suit Luka more, maybe ones with a more ethereal or unique look. Preferably more fucked up too, a Borzoi was a pretty nice choice. This is just how I see him, though!

Thanks for the ask! This was really fun!

#to me ivan is one of those big black dogs who are originally born with floppy/down ears #when he was adopted and groomed for show they clipped his ears and made them stand up straight (like that of a great dane)#i feel sua would be a small lapdog since the original purpose for her owner adopting her is to show her off #dress her in dainty little clothes and have her be a pretty accessory. even when shes capable of so much more than that #anyway ill stop now #alnst #alien stage #alien stage luka #alnst luka #asks

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theerurishipper · 1 year ago

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Honestly... Why does Chat Noir love Ladybug? Even to the end of season 5 I'm just sat here wondering because what qualities is he seeing in her that just made him fall so hard when the things she's pulled in the show would just I don't know make me dislike her lol is that why he fell for her alter ego Marinette even though they barely know each other because she's everyday Ladybug ? I don't like to hate but it sucks that like they really don't know shit about each other when it comes to their personal lives.

To me if I were to be blunt. I don't have any psychology background just guessing I think people look for a partner that heavily is inspired by their homelife and parents relationship. Maybe Adrien or whatever wants Gabriel approval and is just projecting what he goes through on her and that why he caters because she's validates him. Or maybe he just unconsciously seeks a toxic relationship because he's never had a proper dad at home. Marinette basically became a second GABRIEL. Whenever Adrien DARES to be emotional (often as Chat Noir) she cannot handle it, but when he's a submissive people pleaser who pushes down his own needs for hers, he becomes the ideal partner that she would rather keep.

It's why I'm weird about their love story because I don't count it as one. I think they aren't fit to be together even when the whole show tries to shove it down my throat.

As far as the first few seasons are concerned, Adrien loves Ladybug because she is someone who values and supports him unconditionally. When he goes out as Chat Noir, he is playing a character made of everything he is not allowed to express in his daily life because of his father. And Ladybug accepts these less than perfect traits, she encourages and uplifts him and she cares for him unconditionally. And yeah, he does project his relationship with his father onto their relationship as well, but Ladynoir is largely about breaking his misconception about needing to earn others' love and is about Adrien realizing that he deserves unconditional love. Ladybug's role is essentially to be the antithesis of Gabriel, and that's largely how it was portrayed in Seasons 1-3.

The whole problem started in Season 4, when Ladybug started to behave like Gabriel, by lying, keeping secrets, and manipulating Adrien, essentially pushing him away and not considering him before making decisions that affect him. Honestly, you've said it so well yourself here:

Marinette basically became a second GABRIEL. Whenever Adrien DARES to be emotional (often as Chat Noir) she cannot handle it, but when he's a submissive people pleaser who pushes down his own needs for hers, he becomes the ideal partner that she would rather keep.

And despite this, they keep trying to tell us that Adrien and Marinette are so perfect for each other. Sorry, I don't see it anymore.

Thank you for your ask!

#ML Salt #ML Writing Salt #ML Writers Salt #Marinette Salt #Meta #My meta #Asks #Ladynoir conflict

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mangionebabymama · 6 days ago

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AYYYYY i saw your comment on my ask to vershuacte (i am typing that from memory bc I’m on my phone so I’m sorry to my girl if I misspelled her url 😭) bro sometimes I feel soooo alone and behind because I’m 23 and have never had a bf. but also i know that having a bf is not necessary to a good life and i am very happy with all my platonic loves!!!! also i was a latchkey kid lmfao so I’m highly independent and just so used to being on my own and doing things on my own. So much so that it has lead to me being overly picky in romance bc if I don’t like everything about a man then I see no need for him in my life bc I’ve obviously been fine alone until now and I know I’ll continue to be fine. Anyways just sharing this in case you have any similar sentiments <3 or to see what your experience is (if you want to talk about it, that is, no pressure!) because sometimes it’s hard to find someone who understands the struggle

Hey twin!!!!

I'd love to talk about my experience here, and fair warning, I'm going to expand on a lot here, as I usually express myself in greater detail. However, if it helps someone who struggles to find others who also understand the struggle, it's all right here for you. Maybe even learn a brand new perspective from someone who has an entirely different experience than you. I'll add the "Keep reading" break so I don't clog up the timeline as people scroll through.

So yeah, I am also 23, soon to turn 24 in July, and like you, I have never had a boyfriend. I've never even been kissed, so all of the other "firsts" stipulations? Totally nonexistent and out the window for me, lol, and believe me, for years, I've always received the same shocked reactions and responses from people.

"omg you've never dated anybody??????"

"But you're so hot/gorgeous/beautiful/pretty!!!!!"

"What do you mean it just hasn't happened to you??????"

I understand that this is coming out of a place of good intentions, as people who tell me this mean generally well in saying that it is surprising for them, at least that I have no dating and romantic experiences because I have qualities in their opinions, that would be suitable and redeemable for someone looking for that in a potential partner, and there would I be there, waiting for them.

Yet, I have thought about posing this question: if you were to come across people that, perhaps, don't align with your idea of beauty standards and ideal of attractability and standards of personality and character, and they tell you that they have had dating experience, would you say it to their face that you wouldn't believe it's happened to them, because how your perception of them does not align with their actual experiences?

You probably wouldn't, because one, it's rude, lol. Second, we always focus on the things that haven't happened and seem lackluster and more important to achieve instead of the things that have actually happened, filled the gaps between, and more often than not, matter more and are the most important to ourselves over anything else.

Growing up, I never had actual instances of crushes on people - not "little innocent ones" on my friends in class, not even celebrities then. My first experience of a crush, to define one in my experience, was when I became a fangirl at the age of 12, and my first celebrity crush/infatuation was Eminem; looking back, I still find it funny how the first person I would ever feel such feelings would be someone who was entirely out of my age range and was the age of a parent (it's the foreshadowing of the daddy issues, but we'll get there).

Even in middle school, I didn't have crushes on people, which also went into high school. Nonetheless, it also probably didn't help when I was the only biracial girl in my grade and, therefore, one of the few only Black girls out of my predominantly small white rural school. I have also been overweight/plus-size/thicker/bigger/more muscular in size and built the majority of my life, and that also didn't help my case when the rest of my friend group were conventionally smaller and thinner than me. Even if my half-Whiteness brings me closer to proximity to white desirability, I am not the prime example of what some people think of what they think of mixed people, you know, the "exotic" fetishized look, but also, if you have a bit of any Black in you among a sea of European beauty standards? Nobody, especially little white boys, and teenagers is gonna look my way; to tell the truth, they didn't. Despite being a star athlete, an honor student, and a commonly well-known person in my community, I was the only one in my social group who went without having my first kiss, crush, boyfriend, and all during my high school experience. If I had a date to a school dance, it was either me going with a group of girlfriends, me going without a date among a group of friends that did, or going with my gay guy best friends as my date. It's also quite funny because, throughout my time at my high school, I was notoriously known to make the dances fun because I loved to dance and could dance well and was the life of the party—so, honestly, who wouldn't want me as their date? Y'all mfs missed out.

Now, do I wish I had that, looking back years later? God, no, because the guys at my high school? I'm good, luv, LOL. I remember then, my family would remind me, "You're intimidating, you're headstrong, boys don't know how to handle that." I get that, but what about people's point about how guys supposedly like confident, not-so-shy girls? Also, looking back, telling how a mixed Black girl is intimidating, assumingly strong, and too tough for guys to handle, specifically white guys? That's kind of a putdown, in a way, because it feeds into the "strong Black woman" trope, where it masculates Black girls and women, making them unapproachable to the opposite sex and defiant of the opposite gender. But typically, isn't it mostly during high school when those experiences start happening to you, as that's how it happens to everyone else in your life, in the movies and shows and in music? But with that, it taught me to live a life without male attention of any form, that I don't need it, and therefore don't want it. I learned how life can be a fulfilling time without garnering an iota of attention and affection from guys - and this is something that I am proud of obtaining because the process of unlearning the importance of male attention is psychologically tricky, especially in the realm of societal expectations and if, during your formative years, you had a bad experience with men of any kind.

So, college rolls around. I am still in college now, as I am going for my second Bachelor's, but this is when I was going for my first one, so this was my actual four-year college experience. I graduated high school in 2019, but I decided to take a gap year after graduating, as I became very ill with mononucleosis and battled the virus all my senior year. I officially started college in 2020; however, it wasn't much of a college experience since it was the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic, and college was all online, depriving me of meeting new people and gathering new experiences in real life.

But that next year, when I moved to Arizona, 1400 miles away from home, being the one in my graduating class who went to school the farthest away from our hometown and attended one of the biggest college institutions in the nation by enrollment? I thrived. I made many friends and lifelong connections and found many social spaces and communities that I considered a new sense of home. I even joined multicultural Greek life and thrived even more on a greater level than before, which was more incredible than I could have imagined, in short.

And I did all that, along with other outstanding accomplishments and adventures, without ever meeting someone, having a crush, falling in love, or messing around with someone; meanwhile, this happened to mostly everyone else surrounding me unless these experiences had already happened to them.

So, is it just me that I don't prioritize romantic love, or could I be possibly aromantic or asexual—which I have been questioning for some time every so often since I graduated high school. I didn't know that there were such identities and that they existed on the LGBTQ+ spectrum until I started researching about them and reading about how a person may identify as such. I'll never forget the confirmation and the visibility I felt reading about how others felt not, hardly ever experiencing romantic attraction, let alone thinking and having the propensity to want to be in love and be desired by others and finding themselves crushing on people. Yet, I do experience attraction to people; I love admiring people, not solely for their looks, but for their aura and spirit. My beauty standards, I guess you could call them, are expansive and broad. I find beauty and the aesthetic in a lot of things. I do fantasize and think about sex, so this is where I often wonder if I am on the ace/aro spectrum or not. But also, this is where I still wonder: I may not regularly crush on people in real life, but I have my roster of dream men—my celebrity crushes, and you'll find me simping over them for the life of me, and how I'd do anything and everything to have them put me through a headboard. You get it. But also, if these celebrity crushes were actual people in real life that were attainable for me to talk to and pursue? I honestly doubt that I would even try and shoot my shot with them LMAO.

But in the same breath, I believe it's fuck men and fuck the patriarchy. I don't want male attention and validation. I know that, for a fact, that doesn't define me, and even if I captured it, it still harms me. I don't exist for the male gaze. In the last few years, I have learned to become more confident in myself and my body. I am not afraid to show love for myself - I'm not scared to post my body on my social media, and I like to express my confidence in any kind of clothing and be proud of my assets to encourage others to feel the same way. And when I do this, I do it for the girls, gays, they, and bad bitches—not men in any way. I hope that they don't come across me. And if I do, I'm heading the fuck out the other way.

Here, I think this is where it confuses people the most with how I mention that I've never dated because I possess enough evident sexual confidence and energy about myself as a woman that you would think that someone else would love that about me and that it would entice someone enough to pursue me. I would allow them to do that. But that doesn't always mean something automatically.

Like you, I am also very independent and self-sufficient. I am ambitious and fearless. I love being around people, but I also value my alone time, and I know how to keep myself occupied and entertained. I spend most of my time alone, and I do things alone, too, and I enjoy solitude. As I write this, let this be clear: I love the life I have created myself, the life that I imagine for myself, and I love what I have done in my life and cannot wait for more—all of this without ever being in love. I wish someone would tell me I haven't lived a life worth living because I haven't experienced romance yet. After all, that's far from the truth. And, of course, I have been gratified by many other fantastic forms of love that aren't romantic, and I love the feelings associated with those kinds of love. I am a Cancer, and I am passionate about the many things in my life that I care most about. If I love something, I will show you how hard I love it.

I'll be completely okay If I don't ever experience romance in my lifetime. I joke a lot about how I'll die as the Black Virgin Mary (but absolutely no kids for me, either!) For as long as I can remember, I haven't ever wanted to get married. I don't know if this partially stems from my parents not ever being married, having a problematic relationship, and not having a healthy relationship with my own dad. Still, it also doesn't seem like the prize for me. There are other things at the top of my list. It's not the end of the world if I never have romantic love because, at this rate if I keep living the life I have had so far without an ounce of it? I only hope that it continues for me. Let this fun live on. Yet, it's nagging how society keeps nagging me in my ear about being in love as typical and expected, and that because I haven't shown much interest or pursuit into it, I'm weird for not reaching there. It's alienating and gaslighting to tell me to live the life I want to live but also tell me I haven't lived it yet by doing certain things deemed the most important.

As you said, it can feel lonely and lacking. I don't mind being alone or going my own way. I wish I was not the only one living my truth in solitude and individuality, where it's frowned upon and shameful when it shouldn't be. Living a life reserved for yourself should be celebrated.

This was written in honor of this anon, so if you come across this, I hope this gave you the hug and assurance you deserved to know and feel. For me, this was honestly liberating and therapeutic to write. And anybody who reads all of this, thank you, you're welcome; you know all a big part of my personal life on the Internet LMAOOO (including the feds if they come across this and point to me for supporting an alleged ~terr0rist~).

But all in all, you're not as alone as you think you are. It's okay. Ultimately, it's about you, yourself, and all of you. That's the only person who matters the most. Love that person the most, above all.

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