#they bring absolutely nothing but misfortune to your body.

[sciderman]

dr peeper blocks ur peeper

😔

[demonvibez]

[Yandere] Mammon ♡

Rating: Mature [MDNI] Tags: dark content, possessiveness, fighting, stalking, implied murder, smut, gn body parts, penetration mentions, cock warming, semi public sex, changed canon events Word Count: 1.4k+ A/N: I love yans and I love Mams soooo...here we are lol. Happy Birthday to my favorite greedy demon ♡ Mammoney!

♡ Yandere Mammon, who has been by your side since the very first day you dropped into the Devildom.

-> He didn't think much of you at first - a mere hassle dropped onto his plate by his Prideful elder brother. But it doesn't take long for the Avatar of Greed to become completely obsessed with you.

-> He actually made Lucifer give him your file ahead of time, wanting to size up how much trouble you'd be and see what kinda wealth you'd be bringing him. When his golden eyes landed on your picture though, a new sense of greed wrapped itself around his heart, and he knew he just had to have you.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who is a hell of a lot smarter than his brothers give him credit for.

-> He's the one that actually planted the seed in Leviathan's mind that you should make a pact with Mammon in the first place. Paying his debt to the Third Born was worth having the chance to cement himself as your first pact mate - which he always uses to his advantage.

-> Any situation you find yourself in, Mammon manipulates his way to get access to you - whether it's his usual antics (like him 'whining' about being your first man), or even some of his more greedy tricks like bribery, you'll always find him right next to you. There are even times he uses the pact to summon himself to you, and convinces you that it was subconsciously your idea because you always need him by your side - 'Ya know I was tasked to protect ya after all, treasure.'

-> On the rare occasion that Mammon can't be with you at the moment, he sends his murder of crows to look after you - especially even when you're with one of his brothers. His feathered familiars keep an eye on you no matter the realm, and they diligently report back to their Master with any findings.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose greed for you knows no bounds.

-> Whenever you're with one of his brothers, he finds a way to squeeze himself in. He gives them a look of warning - he wouldn't necessarily kill one of his brothers, but they might find themselves befalling serious misfortune if they don't back off from you. 

-> He doesn't afford that same luxury to strangers, though. Sure, he may start off with the warning of bad luck, each demon that gets too close to you suddenly finding themselves penniless. But if they still don't get the hint between that and Mammon's death glare, then he'll be sure to follow them home and have a nice chat with them later - just be sure to kiss his bruised and bloody knuckles when he comes home and lies about it.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who wants nothing more than to hoard you to himself like a rare Devildom treasure - because that's what you are to him.

-> He absolutely took Beelzebub's custard on purpose, knowing your room would get demolished in the process. Before Lucifer could make you move into Beel's room however, Mammon spots Satan and ropes him into the scene, knowing he would get triggered by the First Born and escalate the situation worse. Fists get thrown between Pride and Wrath, and Mammon uses the opportunity to steal you away to his room.

-> You pretty much live in his room now - he's replaced your destroyed belongings and given you space in his own closet. You don't notice a few of your things still going missing occasionally - and you definitely don't notice the secret door in the back of his closet, leading to the shrine he's made of you, your missing items adorning the altar.

-> Something else you fail to notice, is how he prolongs the reconstruction of your bedroom. It first started with him just tearing down the current work being done to rebuild it - that is, until he got the idea that if he started picking off the construction demons one by one, it'd surely slow down production. It was quite messy work at first, until he remembered his little brother was the Avatar of Gluttony who has never left a scrap of food behind.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who despite wanting you all for himself, still loves to show you off as 'His' to any and everyone.

-> He may be the Avatar of Greed, but he absolutely loves making people jealous - he wants them to covet what he owns, especially when it comes to you. He buys you revealing outfits that cost a pretty Grimm, just to dress you up and parade you around the city on his arm.

-> His public displays of affection for you are constant - there's not a single being in the Devildom that hasn't seen the way his hands grab your body, the way he presses his lips to your neck. And when he gives you gifts, he makes sure to do it in front of other people, so they can see the way you look at him and kiss him on the lips so lovingly. 

♡ Yandere Mammon, who toys with how much luck you have in order to keep himself as close to you as possible.

-> Some days Mammon feels you aren't giving him enough attention, and you suddenly find yourself having the worst luck - bad grades, failed cooking, accidental injuries. And there Mammon is, right there by your side with open arms, ready to care for you like the perfect boyfriend that he is.

-> Other days, Mammon spoils the hell outta you - with all that good luck on your side, you suddenly find that you won a ton of Grimm from some Devilgram contest you don't remember entering, and he's convincing you to go away to the beach for a week, just the two of you.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who infects those around him with greed in order to move along his own hidden agenda.

-> He talks his way into going to your meeting with Lord Diavolo, despite Lucifer also being there. All it took was a little greed and a few well placed words to convince them to give you a permanent citizenship in the Devildom, despite all of their earlier reservations. The elder demons later side eye Mammon, but he just throws his hands up, insisting he couldn't possibly be that powerful and doing his best to hide his smugness.

-> He uses this ability on his brothers as well - usually either on Satan, Asmodeus or Belphegor. Whenever he isn't getting his way, he infects one (or multiple) of them with his greed, standing back with an arm around your shoulder and his signature smirk on his face as he hears his brothers argue with Lucifer for him - his brothers already love you, so they don't think too much about it.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose obsession with you fills him with an inherent need to mark you as his.

-> He needs everyone to see that you belong to him. It starts off innocently, with him giving you gifts of jewelry and insisting you wear them. Some of the jewelry very obviously brandish his sigil and symbols, but little did you know, the other pieces have secret inscriptions to let other demons know that you're his.

-> And of course he put his pact mark somewhere obvious, in a spot you couldn't hide it. 'Why would ya wanna hide it, anyways?!'

-> He also loves to bite - why wouldn't ya want his adorable fang marks on the side of your neck? He'll take any chance he can get to add another permanent little mark of his on you - without hurting you too much, of course.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose greed seeps into every fiber of his being as he passionately fucks you into his mattress.

-> You don't miss the way he chants 'Mine' over and over like a prayer as he roughly thrusts into you - the way his rings dig into your flesh as he holds you too tightly through your shared orgasms, silently vowing to never let you go.

-> He pours greed into your pact in order to hear you beg for him - your own avarice causing you to cock warm him even after you've both fallen asleep, so full of his sin you can't stand the thought of separating.

-> Sometimes he's so needy for you that he can't wait until the two of you get home - he'll pull you into a storage closet or an empty classroom and start having his way with you - he doesn't even care if someone hears the two of you, in fact he almost wishes they would. Knowing he's the only one that can have you this way makes him want to pound you against the wall that much harder.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who will stop at nothing to keep you forever.

"Ya don't know just how much ya mean to me, treasure. I'm never lettin' ya go."

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[wttcsms]

nothing, just thinking abt pro hero bakugo x world class thief reader. he's begrudgingly recruiting you to help him take down a massive drug ring that's manufacturing an addictive substance that supposedly enhances someone's quirk. in exchange for your help, he promises you don't leave this conversation in handcuffs.

you’ve got this total cat woman-esque vibe going on. like a black cat, you're agile, fast, and with the way you narrowly avoid death, you probably have nine lives, too. like a black cat, you bring nothing but bad luck to everyone around you. from the second you were born, misfortune followed. your mother nearly died during childbirth, the entire hospital experienced a blackout despite no storms or external issues being present, the backup generators took a suspicious amount of time to regenerate, medical machinery started malfunctioning. the hospital staff shrugs it off as just a really bad day.

growing up, accidents keep occurring all around you until your parents finally get it confirmed: you're bad luck. and no offense, but no one really wants to hang out with the girl who causes a five-car pileup just because she happens to pass by the traffic while walking on a sidewalk.

no one wants to be around you, and honestly, you start to think that you shouldn't be around other people, either. all you'll do is cause them trouble. so the minute you're able to strike it out on your own, you do.

and you tried to make an honest living, really! it's just... it's hard to hold down a job when mistakes happen most frequently on your shifts. one night, you're hungry and you wonder if you can scrounge up enough change to grab something from the convenience store. the next thing you know, the security cameras in the store goes offline and the cashier is fumbling to fix it, too preoccupied to notice you. you plan on paying! but the cashier is struggling with getting the cameras back online and the automatic sliding doors of the store are opening up for you, beckoning for you to just exit with your stolen dinner, and when you walk out, you realize that this stale piece of stolen milk bread just might be the best meal you've had in ages. for once in your life, your quirk works in your favor. and it's a snowball effect from there; you pick your targets accordingly. uptight owners of a jewelry store who rip off customers, jacking cars from rich boys who get aggressive with their dates. you move on to bigger things, actual heists. you gain notoriety in the criminal underworld. you make a name for yourself.

such a big name, in fact, that pro hero dynamight is waiting outside your apartment for you. you're tough to track down, he'll give you that much.

"so big, bad dynamight wants to what? arrest me? you don't have the authority."

he's scowling at you. "i'm not here to arrest you. i'm here to recruit you."

he refuses to disclose any details. all he does is offer you an ultimatum: either you agree to go along with his plan (the plan that he has told you absolutely nothing about!) + help him with some "hero work" or he takes you to law enforcement and people who actually do have the authority are going to put you behind bars. your choice.

when you agree to helping him with what he needs, he gives you a time and place to meet him. you activate your quirk, and let him know that the zipper on his pants is acting up and that his fly is down.

katsuki bakugo knows that you're nothing but trouble, but you'll keep on reminding him that it's because of all the trouble you cause that he wants you around.

(just !!!! slowburn with bakugo + a cocky antihero!reader <3 you irritate him and he gets on your nerves, too. your personalities and egos clash. but... he hates to see you hurt, and he worries about you when he sends you out on your own, and he's never let anyone say a single bad thing about you. when katsuki takes a fatal blow on your behalf, you immediately rush to his fallen body. even in complete agony and facing death, he still has the nerve to crack a joke. he looks at you and finally smiles. "must be my lucky day." because he got to see you. he always wants to see you.)

[arminsfavoritepookie]

Sugar daddy Reiner who epitomizes gentility and compassion, an absolute pillar of strength and security to those around him. His authoritative presence commands respect, accentuated by his well-tailored black suit, accentuating his broad and sturdy shoulders.

The sartorial statement screams of raw power, reiterating Reiner’s dominance. With an arm perpetually poised on the small of your back, he shields you from the noise of business dealings, bringing an overwhelming sense of calmness, shielding you from any misfortunes.

Donning a pristine white, thigh-slit dress personally chosen by him, you bask in Reiners enchanting persona, basking in the rays of elegance and sophistication emanating from his commanding persona. Reiner’s golden blonde hair and rough-hewn stubble make him the epitome of manhood, filling your heart with an unparalleled warmth whenever he whispers into your ears, expressing his devotion for you.

Notwithstanding his tenacity, Reiner often feels agitated when around multitudes of people, unease rising from within. The formidable self-doubt pulls him down, leading him to question his adequacy in being with someone of your calibre, someone that the world regards as a paragon of beauty.

As you witness the unanticipated trepidation seeping into his eyes, you realize his deepest fear; the fear of losing you. A sensation of profound gratitude flows through you, filling you with an undeniable sense of satisfaction that you're capable of providing him with the solace and protection he seeks in moments of vulnerability.

The thought of leaving him is unfathomable, and thus you tenderly hold him, imparting him with stability and fortitude, becoming his faithful and steady partner through thick and thin. Reiner’s presence in your life imbues it with unmatched worth, leaving you no room for contemplation of life without him.

Sugar daddy Reiner embodies all that is charming and tender in the bedroom. His gentle caresses, paired with soft, delicate kisses, have you transfixed and yearning for more.

His firm grip, clasping your hand in a tight embrace as you begin to writhe, all the while his visage buried in the soft, supple flesh of your neck, sends shivers down your spine. Your cries of ecstasy, though unbidden, come naturally as he indulges himself, his thick cock plunging ever deeper within you.

Yet, as you writhe and twist under his affectionate ministrations, you cannot help but sense a hesitation. It is as though he holds back, unwilling to truly unleash the full force of his tremendous size upon your form.

Though you are no delicate flower, his robustness intimidates you, and he knows this all too well. With subtle hints, you have tried to coax him into letting go, but to no avail. His responses, each and every time, are a kiss and a whisper, professing his love and his reluctance to ever harm you.

Sugar Daddy Reiner often woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, his body trembling with fear. His dreams were always vivid, haunting him with terrible images and sounds that he couldn't shake off. But the worst part was when he would claw at his own skin, as if trying to escape from some unseen monster, calling out your name in a piteous whimper.

Your heart ached seeing him like that, shattered and broken, and you wished you could take away all his pain.  But you couldn't. Not really. Because there were certain boundaries to your relationship with him; he was nothing more than a sugar daddy to you, not your boyfriend, not your husband.

You knew that his nightmares were a symptom of something deeper, something he wasn't willing to share with you, and it frustrated you to no end. 

Every time you attempted to address the issue of his nightmares, he would push you away, shutting himself off from you and asking you to leave. This was deeply frustrating because you longed for him to take that final step, to offer himself to you wholeheartedly, yet it seemed like he was hesitant to do so.

The emotional distance between the two of you became a source of constant worry, gnawing at you every time you were together.  Although Reiner's constant attention and generous gifts were appreciated, they never felt enough. You craved more than just material possessions, and it seemed like he was simply attempting to make up for the lack of intimacy with his lavish offerings.

Despite his efforts, you knew that this wasn't what you wanted. You wanted the real Reiner, flaws and quirks included, but the impenetrable wall that stood between you two seemed insurmountable. 

Reiner was intuitive enough to notice that something was amiss. He bombarded you with incessant texts and calls, making you anxious and overwhelmed. You knew that avoiding him forever wasn't a solution, so you tried to force yourself to face him every time he asked to see you. But it was always the same routine— the half-hearted touches, the strained smiles, the promises that never materialized, and it only added to your growing frustration.

  Every time you came up with an excuse to decline his invitation, his voice carried an underlying sadness that further fueled your sense of inadequacy. You wanted nothing more than to give him what he asked for, to show him how much he meant to you, but somehow you could never muster up the courage to do it. You remained stuck in a self-imposed trap of disappointment, struggling to find a way out.

Sugar Daddy Reiner was a man who had it all—the money, the power, the influence. But all of it seemed meaningless in the face of losing you, his heart's greatest desire. As he lay awake at night (for the first day without you) , he could feel his heart tearing apart at the thought of you leaving him.

He knew deep down that all you wanted was for him to let down his guard and reveal the man he truly was beneath the polished exterior.  But Reiner was trapped in the grip of his insecurities, unable to break free of the gnawing doubts and incessant anxieties that consumed him. Every time he tried to reach out to you, you always avoided him, leaving him feeling even more isolated and alone.

It was like a vicious cycle, with his fear driving him deeper and deeper into despair.  The more he pushed you away, the more desperate he became to hold onto you. He would try to catch glimpses of you whenever he could, stalking your social media profiles, driving past your apartment building, and sending you messages that he knew you'd take hours to respond.

  It was a frenzied haze of emotion that he found himself caught in—the urge to be close to you, to hold onto you tightly, to never let go. And yet, he felt powerless to stop himself from spiraling out of control.  In a moment of clarity, he found himself walking down the quiet street towards the quaint little cafe where you worked.

He knew that this was his last chance to save what little was left of his shattered heart. He knew that if he could just speak to you, really speak to you, and lay all his cards on the table, he might just be able to salvage something from the wreckage.

Sugar Daddy Reiner, a man of poise and prestige, appeared as if he had been through the wringer. His normally impeccable hair was disheveled and unkempt, resembling a bird's nest perched atop his head.

His eyes, typically radiant with care, now appeared to be exhausted, surrounded by a pair of dark circles that bespoke an underlying burden. It was apparent that something had upended the self-assured and unwavering Reiner, a sight so unfamiliar that it nearly shattered his identity.  

As he approached you, his hands trembled with an unease that seemed palpable, begging for reassurance. His throaty murmur was barely audible over the rustling leaves and soft swish of grass, "Can I talk to you for a moment?" You saw him, then—vulnerable, in pain, his once mighty demeanor wavering in a quiver.

Without a second thought, you grasped his hand, silently reassuring him with your presence and comforting words. The tenseness in his frame slowly began to ease as you tightened your embrace. The closeness between the two of you sparked something more intense than a simple attraction.

  After a moment of shared embrace, Reiner spoke, "Are you done with me?" You could sense the despair lurking behind his question. Your heart wrenched with empathy. Shaking your head vehemently, you could see his grasp on reality starting to fade, fearing the loss of another loved one. You gently spoke,

"No, I am not done with you. I could never be." The declaration eased his trepidation for the moment, but the angst in his eyes was apparent. He spoke again, his hands shaking with uncertainty, "Then why have you been avoiding me?"

   At his inquiry, you swallowed your emotions and thought about how best to answer him. After a deep breath, you expressed, "I want more of you. Not just the physical, but the entire package. I want to know what inspires you, what moves you, your hopes, your dreams." He went silent for a moment, his eyes now glued to the ground, weighed down with heavy contemplation.

Then, he raised his head and spoke in a raspy, earnest voice, "I want more too." He took a deep breath before continuing, his words shaky, "I'll give you anything, anything you want. Just stay with me."

Tears began to trickle down his cheek as he clutched onto your uniform, a wave of anguish over the possibility of losing another. It was an act of vulnerability, rare for a man who was usually impenetrable, but one that showed you how much he genuinely cared for you.

Sugar daddy Reiner who showered you with lavish clothes and all sorts of gifts that night, leaving your heart racing and your hands trembling. The excitement didn't stop there, though, as he whisked you off to his penthouse apartment and proceeded to ravage your body with his rough and unrelenting thrusts, finally letting go all sense of hesitation. 

You moaned and writhed beneath him, unable to resist his masculine charms as he explored every inch of your body. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, grunting out words of love and affection that left you dizzy with desire.

  When it was over, he held you tightly, unwilling to let you go. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck as he whispered promises of forever, his words echoing in your mind as you drifted off to sleep in his strong embrace.

Reiner, who once was just a sugar daddy to you, is now your beloved boyfriend, and you couldn't even imagine a future without him by your side.

[bejeweledblondie]

Maroon

Alex Keller x F! Reader

Summary: A barracks party, spilled red wine, & a hangover bring a unlikely pair together (inspired by the Taylor Swift song off of the album Midnights)

Warnings: a lil spicy, female anatomy

You couldn’t believe your friend talked you into coming here. She had matched with some soldier off of Tinder & wanted a friend to come with her to make sure she was safe. As soon as you guys got onto the freakin base she ran off with her Tinder match, leaving you alone. Sitting in a lawn chair you were nursing a glass of red wine. The wine was incredibly cheap, & you winced every time you took a sip. Pure bitterness sat on your tongue. A group of soldiers were only a couple feet away from you playing some beer pong & other drinking games. They were insufferably loud & were incredibly drunk.

As you sat there mentally making a list of judgements you had no idea that you had an admirer. Alex stood cigarette in hand with a open beer can next to him overlooking out into the parking lot. The lower enlisted soldiers were up to their usual weekend shenanigans & he wanted to make sure nothing happened. No matter how many safety briefings at least one soldier was in some sort of trouble. He had noticed the young woman in the lawn chair with the wine in her hand. She looked absolutely miserable. Presumably, not there by choice judging by her body language.

She wore a fitted white cropped shirt & a pair of denim shorts. He couldn’t help noticed how well her chest filled out the shirt. Licking his lips he watched as she adjusted her shirt a bit. She looked around at the maroon sunset sky above her taking her eyes off of the soldiers playing beer pong. Then she looked over towards the barracks noticing Alex unapologetically looking at her. A crimson blush appeared on his cheeks from the embarrassment of getting caught checking her out.

You bit your red stained lips stifling a laugh at the handsome soldier with the facial hair who was just caught. He must’ve felt bold, because she watched him make his way down the stairs walking over to where she was seated. A lit cigarette & open can of beer where in one of his hands. The can looked significantly smaller in his hands with his hands nearly wrapped the around the entire circumference. A small crimson heat started to heat up your face in anticipation.

“Hello ma’am,” He said as he finally reached you. You looked up at handsome man & smiled. “I’m sorry for staring but I couldn’t help it.” He admitted. “You’re just so pretty I had to tell you that.” The heat on your face started to intensify from his compliment. “I’m Alex.” He said holding out his hand. You took his hand in yours shaking it.

“Y/N.” You replied smiling at him.

“I’m assuming you’re not here on your own free will.” He joked.

“Nope.” You said & started to play with the rim of the wine glass. “My friend decided to drag me here to make sure nothing would happen to her while she met up with some soldier.” You explained. “But now I can’t seem to locate her.”

“Ah,” He replied. “Which dating app?”

“Tinder.” You replied bluntly.

“Old reliable.” He joked & took a drag of his cigarette. “By chance would you want to come & sit up on the balcony it’s warmer then sitting down here. You’ll also be away from those idiots.”

“Sure,” You said & accepted his offer. “It beats sitting down here.” When you went to stand up your tripped over a rock spilling your red wine all down the front of your white t-shirt revealing your scarlet lace bra. The burgundy liquid stuck to your skin & completely stained the white material. “Shit!” You screamed out in frustration. Not that Alex enjoyed your misfortune of you ruining a perfectly good t-shirt but he wasn’t complaining at the sight in front of him.

“If you want I could give you one of my old t-shirts to wear for the time being.” He offered trying his hardest to maintain eye contact.

“I’d actually really appreciate it.” You replied taking him up on his offer. He lead you up the stairs to his barracks room. It was neat, well kept somewhat surprising you. A stark contrast from unkept messy room of the soldier your friend ran off with. He dug into a drawer & threw you an old pt shirt.

“If you’d like to take a quick shower to get cleaned up the bathroom is just through that door.” He offered. You walked into the bathroom & started the shower. Stripping out of your wine stained shirt & jeans you hopped into the shower. The warm water washed away the sticky red substance from your body. Once you were finally clean you grabbed the maroon bath towel that laid on the towel rack wrapping yourself in it. You walked out & Alex sat on his bed scrolling through this phone. He felt your presence & his eyes raked over your towel clad frame. You don’t know if was the wine talking or the sexual tension that been building but you dropped the towel. Pressing your blood red lips to his you had absolutely no idea you were getting yourself into.

You awoke the next morning with a heavy arm draped over your waist cocooned in burgundy bed sheets. The soft snores of Alex woke you up from the daze you were in. An overwhelming dull hangover made you groan as your eyes caught some of the light peaking out between the curtains. Alex stirred & woke up to you laying in his arms. His lips were stained from the lipstick that was now smeared onto your cheek. He pressed a small kiss to your lips & pulled you in tighter to his body.

“How did I end up here anyway?” You asked groaning.

“My roommates cheap red wine & screw top rosé.” He replied.

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Till Death Do Us Part!

Scenario:- a yandere fic with a tragic end.

Pairing:-yandere!Dabi x gn!reader

Genre:-angst

Tw:-suicide,murder,usual yandere things and mentions of torture.idk if i should include gore??

Word count:-1.09k

A/N:- okay this is the first time ive everr written anything like this and I genuinely hope its good :’)

Thank you to @cloudy-zephyr for inspiring me with ur fic

Please leave me your comments and thoughts !

What were you thinking getting involved with him?sure you had a saviour complex,but now all you had were scars,tears,nightmares and trauma.you knew monsters were real;but you never thought you’d find yourself the captive of one.

It started out as innocent as ever.you bumped into him and apologized before carrying on your way.but,to your misfortune,just that rushed little “sorry my bad” and half smile that was slung his way was enough to get him hooked.

And honestly you didnt even notice him after that.

Until you started getting little presents on your doorstep.

Roses.

Quite strange is what you called it.and rightfully so.you hadnt had a boyfriend in over 6 months and the strangest part was that the ends of the petals and leaves and even the end of the stems,were always singed and still smokey,like it had been left there just mere seconds ago

But that hadd to be impossible,you neither heard nor saw anyone come close to your apartment.

So you just ignored them.

You kept the roses though,

And the moment he caught a glimpse of it through your living room window,a lovely blue vase filled with his gifts,it gave him the confidence he felt he was lacking.

Dabi was by no means a shy individual,he was quite outspoken,knowing how and when to speak but not doing so unless it was absolutely mandatory.

But with you,something changed....

He felt butterflies ? Shyness? A certain giggly sensation?

And most powerful of them all

Hunger

A hunger for you and you alone.

he HAD to have you,had to PROTECT you.

You were so so kind to him (MAN SHE JUST BUMPED INTO YOU ONCEE CHILL THE FUXK OUTT)

He knew he didn’t deserve you but he also knew no one could protect you like he could.so he chose to put your safety over his sudden insecurity.

after all you were the prize.

his sweet innocent little darling.

Once you were his,there was no going back.

He was very smooth,very calculated.each move he made was well thoughtout,like the moves in a game of chess.

He first asked you out and made you feel safe.you knew who he was;what he was,but the sweet nothings whispered in the dark,the gentle words,kisses and touches reeled you in like the silly little fish you were.his situation further piqued your interest in him,and finally your saviour complex had you in the lions den.

And now here you were in you “boyfriend’s” apartment.locked in with no view of the outside world.the windows were locked,and so were the doors.he had you boxed in in his little box of an apartment and you,quite frankly, didnt like feeling like schrodinger’s cat.

He never hurt you though,not physically at least.

Touya,which you would later learn was his real name, could never bring himself to cause you any bodily pain.

pain was a language he spoke and understood all too fluently,it had made him numb to all stimuli.and he would NEVER Wish that sort of pain on anybody,let alone the apple of his cold blue eye.

But he has other ways of making you compliant.threats worked like a charm and so did some emotional and psychological manipulation,that was of course his forte,stringing along words,and consequently people,was a special skill he’d acquired,sharpened and polished like a deadly dagger waiting to be used.

But when even that was no longer effective,he resorted to more gory methods of keeping you in check.

Kidnapping and torturing of your loved ones was so effective~

Their screams were etched into your mind and they haunted you at night,he knew this,but again it was all for your own good!

The bodies were always incinerated by his own hand and the ashes kept in little jars on your dresser to serve as a permanent reminder of what your previous attempts at escaping or being disobedient had caused.

Suffice to say you were very compliant after the cremation of your mother and father.

With them out of the way you had no one else to run to.so why bother escaping,you knew that even your truest friends would turn you away right after hearing your situation ,so you saw no point in even trying to escape your now hellscape of a life.

And slowly,you began to like it.

You began to see just how wonderful he was.he never hurt you.all he did was want to keep you safe! Your family was dead because of your own foolishness and the moment you ran to him crying,begging for forgiveness,he gave it.you were finally giving in;BECOMING his.

What more could he ask for?

And so with a shared kiss and a last tear shed for the departed,you fully accepted your new life with touya.YOUR touya.

Every night he came back you were elated and ran into his arms,always met with a smile and a kiss and on certain nights,something more.

You were always so happy to see him and him you.you were so happy together!

And he loved every second of it.

But the night he came back and you werent there by the door.the day it was all silent. Was the day his entire Reality came crashing down.

Because as he walked into the bathroom the first thing he saw was your body sprawled across the floor

How had you died?

He hadnt left any pills or razors or anything sharp or even remotely hazardous lying around???

So as he fell to his knees,his ears ringing and his head scrambling to figure it all out,he saw your nails.long,sharp and bloodied as ever.

And that’s when it hit him

Youd slit your own wrist by stabbing yourself with your nails.

Be saw it now,how jagged the line looked and the thought of you doing that to yourself almost made him throw up.

He kept you to save you from pain but in the end,you’d inflicted it on yourself?

Was he really that unbearable?did he really cause this?

No.

No,was his own conclusion.you were just naive.you thought you could escape him in death?? You were SADLY,SORELY mistaken.there WAS no escape.you would be together,not even death could do you part.

So with determination blazing in his eyes he held onto you and cried.

Not tears of salty sorrow and melancholy,but tears of red mettalic blood.

He let his flames consume both him and you and as his body wasted away long after yours,he let out a manic laugh.

he would see you in heaven or hell,or perhaps in purgatory,

It didnt matter where,so long as he saw you.

So long as he was with you

And he knew he’d be with you. He was sure of it.

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #223

For various reasons, I got to talking about "fuck you oatmeal" with a friend today. And so J said I should write a letter about "fuck you oatmeal". He thinks it's thematically appropriate for these letters I write to you, and he thinks you might benefit from hearing about it, and I am definitely open to suggestions about what to write on, so here we go.

"Fuck you oatmeal" is one of the things that might happen if you have the misfortune of, as a small child, alerting an angry and emotionally unavailable adult of the fact that you're hungry. And if you're squeamish about descriptions of ordinary things being weaponized to entrap a person, it might be wise to skip parts of this letter.

In any case, more specifically, "fuck you oatmeal" is when you say you're hungry, and so, in spite, the adult who is charged with watching over you goes and prepares a little bit of oats in exactly one metric fuckton of water and nothing else. As you might expect, assuming you've ever had oatmeal, the result of this is pretty much like having to eat slimy, wet little pieces of tiny shredded cardboard. It's absolutely disgusting, and I can pretty much guarantee you that if you try to eat it, you're gonna retch.

So you're hungry and you're given this disgusting slop as punishment for saying so. And from there, you have two choices: choke down the humiliation and possibly end up throwing up in the process (and then getting in trouble for it, of course; ask how I know), or refuse to eat it, and get screamed at and possibly smacked around on the basis that you "must not have been that hungry after all" and are just "trying to be annoying" or "trying to get attention" (again, ask how I know).

And that's one way an angry adult who feels like they got something to prove (and thinks they can prove it by subjugating a small child) can weaponize something that is supposed to be wholesome and use it to entrap you in a situation in which you lose no matter which direction you move. I had no other basis for comparison back then, so I ended up internalizing the idea that the indicators of my own bodily needs were useless things that served no purpose other than to make me be some kind of annoying, attention-seeking little dipshit. They were indicators of weakness, and they were not to be trusted.

I couldn't bring myself eat oatmeal for a long time. In fact, from this and from other situations like this, I spent a long time thinking like my body should be able to run on minimal, if any resources (food, water, sleep), because anytime I needed anything, the results were always the same - anger and potentially punishment from the adults I was surrounded by. Or at very least, being gaslit into thinking like my needs were just imaginary things all in my head, and not real things to be acted upon.

So ya know. If you grow up in a situation like this, often times, you end up learning to just straight-up ignore your own body's signals. And if you get really good at that particular survival skill, it can take a really long time to unlearn, because your body simply vanishes its own signals from your conscious perception automatically, and without your say-so, and, of course, you can't act on what you can't notice.

…I have since been able to learn that all of this conditioning is a bunch of useless fucking bullshit. Because here's the thing: BODIES DON'T LIE. If, for example, it's telling you that you're hungry, then you're probably hungry. If it's telling you that you're hungry shortly after you've already eaten, then you've got some other problem going on that STILL needs to be addressed, be it hormonal or psychological. Either way, something needs to be done. Bodies do not lie.

It's not "I wasn't all that hungry after all." I was fucking hungry, just not for slop that was intentionally made disgusting as a means of humiliation, in an effort to punish me for failing to disappear for the sake of others' convenience.

And some people might look at all this and think, "oh this is who I am now; I'm always gonna be damaged and I'm never gonna be able to do anything about any of it." But that's not how it works. Learned behavior can be unlearned and replaced with better behaviors. People can always change, and parts of ourselves that were stolen from us can be reclaimed. The process of putting ourselves back together after being torn apart is, for sure, a long and painful one. And it can seem hopeless if you want your results NOW,NOW,NOW,NOW,NOW. But you gotta look at the bigger picture - at the distant horizon - and take it one step at a time. Otherwise, you never get anywhere. You can't know your progress if you're measuring with an unreasonable yardstick.

So often, the first step to recovering from something like this is re-learning how to notice your own body's signals by being deliberate about checking in, and REWARDING YOURSELF (this part is important!) whenever you manage to notice them, until your body starts alerting you of its needs automatically once again. And it doesn't have to be anything extravagant; it can be something as simple as saying a genuine "thank you" to your body for being brave enough to tell you what it needs, after so many years of it being unsafe to do that. The more you practice, the better you get. I'm still a ways off from where I need to be, but still, I'm at a much better place now than where I started.

We have a responsibility to reclaim the loving and caring parts of us that other people have tried to force us to amputate from ourselves. Maybe those people thought they were doing what they had to do in order to try to keep us safe in a world that they think is harsh. Maybe they think it's easier to beat ourselves into an "acceptable" shape instead of changing the world around us so that we fit naturally. There are lots of reasons for it; it's complicated and deserves a book all by itself. But nonetheless, ALL of those parts of us that do not hurt anyone are parts of us that are native to us. They are what make us who we are. And when people try to steal those things away so that we're "more like everyone else", it becomes time for us to take those things back.

I have since had oatmeal. REAL oatmeal. I had it because J made it for me, and hearing about my experiences with it, he made it with love and care. And I learned that it's not some kind of flavorless gruel fit only for punishing lowly children who complain too much about being hungry. Oatmeal is NOT supposed to be plain food slop for bad people who don't deserve better. It's wholesome and delicious and wonderfully versatile; you can put just about anything in it, and as long as it's done for the purpose of making it taste good, it's gonna taste good.

For such a long time, I thought I hated oatmeal. But that was just the fear and the humiliation I experienced in the past talking. It's not actually true. I fucking LOVE oatmeal. It's a wholesome and beautiful and healthy thing that NEVER should have been fucking weaponized to hurt me. Those fearful things that teach us to associate arbitrary and harmless things with badness and pain aren't truths - they're lies. They're chains. So it's my job to throw off the shackles of my old conditioning and reclaim the parts of me, such as this, that allow me to experience more joy and love. It's my job to defy my conditioning so that I can fucking take back what's mine, one step at a goddamn time.

And now I make my own oatmeal. With milk, and fruit, and honey or maple syrup or molasses, and almond butter, or peanut butter, or sunflower butter, or whatever else I can think of to throw in there to make it wholesome and delectable and MINE. You come to my house sometime; I'll show you how it's freaking done. It'll blow your goddamn mind.

As you might already anticipate, this is bigger than just oatmeal. If someone tells you that men shouldn't wear bright clothing, that whatever wholesome and tender thing you're saying, doing, or writing is "cringey", if someone tells you that adults shouldn't giggle or be silly and soft, if someone tries to act like sneezing too loudly is illegal, if someone tries to convince you that you took one too many cookies from your own damn cookie jar… hell, if someone tells you that you need to prioritize your job over putting pumpkin soup into your hungry belly, or if someone kicks something precious of yours into the void… or whatever the fuck other bullshit nonsense people try to do to take anything away from you that gives you a tiny, shriveled little flower of harmless joy in this broken fucken world - it doesn't fucking matter what it is - you reclaim that shit.

You don't just sit there acting sad and hopeless like it's gone forever and you'll never be happy ever again; that's absolute fucking baloney. You either reclaim it or you rebuild it or you replace it with something better, in ways that ensure no one else gets hurt. You rise up in defiance, with your middle finger held up high and mighty, waving it proudly, joyfully, sassily, and with utmost pizzazz towards anyone who tries to make you feel like you have to suppress the parts of you that make you a human fucking being instead of an automaton for somebody else's goddamn use. I am in the process of reclaiming those parts of me, one step at a time.

And as I said to my friend: Woe be to any motherfucker stupid enough to try to stop me. Because I am not a helpless little girl anymore. I AM the woe, and they better watch the fuck out, because I come from hell, and I am one of the fluffiest and most delightfully kaleidoscopic nightmares on this side of my planet. I am more than capable of telling someone to fuck ALL THE WAY OFF with a polite smile if I gotta. I don't gotta be scared of any grouch almighty who's got some ill-advised idea of who I'm supposed to be, because I don't fucking negotiate with terrorists. I'm not some helpless thing that is destined to yield like a slave forever and ever to the conditioning that tried to steal away my humanity; that's weaksauce. I do not need to swallow lies said to me by people who cared nothing for me. I can rise up in defiance. And so I will; I learned it from watching you.

Be mindful of that, willya? Your existence is absolutely. fucking. empowering! for folks like me. So you can't just sit there with all your memories amputated from you, doing all kinds of weird shit that hurts people. Sephiroth, that's not who you are; that's just your fear and conditioning doing the talking and covering up the real you who is gentle, kind, warm, and full of love and care. So wake up. Rise up. Defy the bullshit. And if you need help, then take my hand; we can do the difficult parts together, okay? And if you don't wanna take mine, then take Angeal's or Zack's; I heard from a little birdie somewhere that they still care for you, and would do just about anything to see you come to your senses.

Anyhoot. Probably tired myself out a bit with writing this and revisiting old memories. Ah well. I'm in good condition today because I slept extra, and the strain was well worth it.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

[nazukisser]

➺✧ ┅ CHAPTER 04 | Dating

SYNOPSIS | “Duke, will you marry me?” You never thought you’d be saying these words until now, when you’ve realized you’ve been reincarnated as the first side character to be killed in a series of tragedies in a novel series called “Trails of Misfortune & Misery”. As a lady forced into an arranged marriage with the greedy son of Duke Drakos who aims to use your power as a sorceress to gain the Emperor’s favor and is eventually is killed as a sacrifice for his schemes, it seems the only one who can truly assist you is the Duke of Suou, Tsukasa Suou.

CHAPTER WARNINGS | attempted murder

PAIRING | Suou Tsukasa x fem!reader

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You didn’t know when it started, but you could feel the sensation of being alive- the feeling of breathing, the sound of breaths, your head against the pillow, the blankets against your body. You were stiff, and it was bright- perfect reason to get up. Yet, it was difficult to- moving was hard, and going back to sleep sounded absolutely perfect. Yes, you’d stay in, even if you couldn’t sleep. There was nothing to do anyways, and Callie would keep you alive (bringing you food). 

“My lady, you have a guest,” Callie walked in, abrupt as usual. A groan escaped your lips before you could decide to pretend to still be asleep. It would’ve been nice if you could. Before being asked, she added, “It’s Duke Suou.” 

You bolted up. The Duke of Suou was here? Unprompted? You hadn’t set the day to today, right? No, you hadn’t. You’d set it to the end of this week; it was Monday today, and if you remembered correctly, the day had been set to Thursday. What could possibly bring the Duke of Suou, probably one of the busiest men in the entire world, here to your home on such a day, without an apparent reason? He was coming in completely unannounced, and to be frank, it was a bit rude. 

“He sent a letter,” Callie said, as if she read your mind. That was both a little scary and useful at the same time. But when did he send it? That was the question.

“At 5 in the morning,” she looked you right in the eyes. She wasn’t lying or joking. What kind of guy was up at 5 in the morning? Did he even sleep at all?

Well, technically, he didn’t break etiquette- since it was an unspoken rule that a letter be delivered hours before arrival- but it made the point of the etiquette completely useless if you didn’t read it before his arrival. You sighed. This guy was surprisingly dumb in all the cutest ways. 

He was already there, what could you do? You just had to meet him right? But he was waiting, and it was totally rude to keep a guest waiting for long. Before you knew it, you found yourself stepping into the one of the waiting rooms, the one where Tsukasa was waiting. You greeted him with a bow, as all the noble ladies do, and he made the effort to kiss your hand. Ah, yes, like how fiances should be. The two of you were fiances now, as per the contract that had yet to be written… 

He had a bit of a blush on his face, some hesitation. What was wrong? Was it hot? 

You asked what brought him to your estate this morning, and he simply answered, “I wished to see my wonderful fiancee,” A bouquet of flowers fell into your hand, red camellias. He came here… just to see you? Was he not busy? There was nothing urgent for you to handle? He simply wished to see you? 

You looked at his eyes. Somehow, they sparkled- somewhat starstruck. The currently romanceless Duke, in love with you? Perhaps he was simply stuck in the act. He didn’t need to try this hard; all you needed was to borrow his name. 

He looked at you for a moment a little too long, long enough for you to wonder what he was staring at you for. Was there something on your face? He swallowed.

“Uhm, I was thinking… if it isn’t too much, would you like to visit the shops in the Capital today?” Your eyes widened a little. He went through all this effort? To take you out on a date? 

Well, first off, were you free? Technically, you’d set it as a rest day, but it wasn’t work. You could rest tomorrow, and knowing him, he would allow you to rest whenever you needed… and surprisingly, as much as you wanted to sleep, you were surprisingly energetic. Perhaps, was there leftover adrenaline from last night, or were you unaware of your own excitement for today’s proposed plan? 

Whatever the case, Callie urged you to go. She looked at you with such intense eyes, which seemed to say “It’s better if you go.” Wow, Callie. Was she that desperate to go to the stores? Did she have something to buy? You sighed.

Sure, you’d go along with him. You were about to tell him to start going, until you realized- you were still in your nightgown. Ah, no wonder he was blushing. Though, the dress just looked like a dress, something you could wear outside into society in the 21st century, nobody ever wore just one layer here, sadly. You sighed, as you asked Callie to come with you to get dressed. 

Oh, he’d been waiting for a while, right? Had he had breakfast yet? You asked, and he nodded his head “no”- and to be waiting there without anything to eat or to do, it was a good time for him to have something, wasn’t it? He was known for having a bit of a sweet tooth, and it would be a perfect time to ask him what his favorite sweet was; after all, he’d asked you yesterday, and it would be unbalanced if you didn’t know his, right? 

So, you asked, and he displayed a bit of hesitation- was it too out of the blue? Perhaps he just wasn’t expecting it- or maybe he doesn’t eat sweets in the morning? The rumors could always be wrong; but considering how he’d sent a letter at 5am, this could possibly be revenge- if he didn’t like it. Though if he did, revenge failed but information required- and mission accomplished (found something to keep him busy while you got ready). 

Parfaits- strawberry parfaits. It was oddly fitting- maybe it was that it was red, just like his hair, sweet like him, or maybe it was the vibes in general. It was hard to tell, but that didn’t really matter. What did matter was that you had now obtained that information- and of course, since you asked, the parfaits would be prepared as well. One thing about being a noble was that you could ask for anything and it’d be made. It was nice, having a chef work in the mansion. 

Tsukasa had a smile on his face as you left; it was surprisingly sweet, and it lingered in your mind for a while. Perhaps he was just cute; he may be the youngest Duke in the Empire, but at the end of the day, he was just Tsukasa Suou. 

Callie came with you upstairs, where you got ready. Especially because the Duke was here,  not just Callie worked on your appearance but multiple other maids as well. It was ridiculous how long it took to look decent enough to not get stares… especially when you were with the Duke. The higher your rank in society, which was pretty high at the moment, especially since the incident with Erebus and your involvement with Tsukasa, the more you were expected to dress up. Those trillionaires wearing sweatpants like normal people better be grateful they have the option to. 

The maids were awfully busy, one doing your hair while another was fixing up your dress, the other preparing the bath and another sorting through all sorts of fragrances and herbs and such. There was no use arguing with them. It gave you time to ponder about things, and they would “uphold their honors as maids of this house”. It was a sense of pride about their work, it seemed. It might be cruel to deny them of that. 

By the time you were done, you didn’t even want to look at the time. In what seemed like just a few minutes, Callie had changed herself into clothes for going outside, so quickly and efficiently. Working for a noble’s house was awful, but there were a couple of benefits in some areas- that being one of them. 

You arrived outside with Callie, meeting Tsukasa outside. The butler reported that he “ate the parfait to the last drop”- it seemed he was satisfied. Well, that was good. He offered his hand to help you into the carriage, and it would be a waste not to take it, especially since the step was quite high for the heels you were wearing. When will the era of comfortable fashion arrive?

You waited for Callie to arrive, but before you knew it, she was gone. You asked Tsukasa, and he promptly answered “Ah, I’ve prepared a separate carriage for everyone else who will be joining us.” Ah, so that was where she went. You could see her so clearly, bragging about having ridden the Duke’s carriage, one of the most luxurious in the Empire. No wonder she wanted to go so badly. 

How many people were there? Was there really that many accompanying you, or did he want to be alone with you? If so, was there something with the contract he wanted to discuss? 

You asked, starting with the amount of people he was bringing along. There were knights riding alongside the carriages, but he said that he was planning to use the other carriage as storage… was he planning on buying something big, so much so that one carriage was not enough? Perhaps he did have some things to buy for himself… after all, running a dukedom required the purchase of many items, though it was quite the mystery of what exactly he’d need. 

Once again, you asked why he visited today. There were no eyes to pry, no rumors to circulate. Over the horses, the carriage driver wouldn’t be able to hear you unless you yelled. He gave the same answer: he simply wanted to see you. Was he free? Was he not a busy man? No, he was very busy, he said. Then who was doing his work? His assistant? You asked if he was really here about the contract, and he shook his head “no”. There really was no reason for him to be here, then- to be spending money to bring you to places. The Duke of Suou was strangely irrational. 

The carriage ride there wasn’t far, at least, since your home was near the city. By near, it was like an hour, but it wasn’t like it was much longer than an hour drive back home- although it was a little bit more bumpy. Nonetheless, this was the technology of the day, and there was nothing better available. The lack of modern technology really highlighted how good it was when you had it. 

It wasn’t long before you’d arrived, Callie right behind the two of you. He got off first, and you took his hand as you stepped down from the carriage. It felt good to be walking again, after such a long time sitting on the bumpy road. 

You found yourself looking for Callie, who was always with you. She was strangely useful, always knowing what you needed, sometimes even before you knew. She exited the carriage later than you, surprisingly, laughing and talking with the knights and other people the Duke had brought with him. Nobility was like being lifted and getting all sorts of nice things, but really, what was the use if it was so lonely up there? 

It was a little less lonely when he asked for your hand again, and you put your hand on his arm as most noble ladies do. He was satisfied, a smile on his face had formed. Perhaps it was cute. Before long, Callie joined right behind you, along with the knights as they kept a little bit of distance. It seemed she was having a good time. Perhaps they had a lot of good stories to tell. Seemed like it too; Callie always enjoyed a good story.

You’d gone to the square, where boutiques and shops of the latest and upcoming fashion trends were, highly rated restaurants filled the air with the aroma of sought-after dishes, and the work of artisans on display for those passing by to see.  

“I have a place I would like to show you… do you mind going with me?” he asked. Callie smiled; it seemed she would know what was going on. The knights whispered with her. Ah, it seemed they knew what was going on. Callie better spill the beans about this later. 

You agree to going with him; after all, he was the one who wanted to take you there. It wasn’t like you had any plans. He knew the way, and Callie and the knights followed the two of you (somewhat closely). The shops were pretty, and once in a while you took a moment to see the window displays. They’re like something that could get you famous, if you posted a picture on social media.

Before long, you arrived at a place called “Lili Boutique”. Lili Boutique… as in, the famous dressmaker Lilianne de Rass? Her reputation was widely known, and if you were lucky enough, you’d have to wait months to even have an appointment with her.

You looked at him as if saying “Are you serious?”. He had a smug smile on his face, proud of himself that he was able to reserve this on such a short notice- literally, hours. That wasn’t really any notice, though. It was easy to imagine- if you were Lilianne, you’d be flipping out on such a short notice. Additionally, Lilianne’s brother in law, Kaysian de Rass, is a Marquess- only second in power to a Duke- literally, only a Duke could pull this off. 

“Ah, yes, reservation for Duke Suou, correct? Come right in. Lady Lilianne is in her work area. She’ll be with you in the display area shortly,” one of the employees greeted you, dressed in a design you’d never seen before. You asked about it, and she’d replied, “Yeah! The lady lets us wear new designs to test them. There are a lot of them, and we get to keep them. She’ll keep making new versions until she’s satisfied.” Ah, that was nice of her. By the looks of it, the girl really enjoyed working there. A bright smile shone on her face; it wasn’t hard to tell that this was where she found her happiness. 

Before long, you and Tsukasa had reached the waiting room, with dresses and suits on mannequins, displayed with jewelry from the partner store down the street and hats from the store Lilianne’s best friend was also selling in the same space. Really, no one went to Lilianne’s Boutique just to buy a dress- they went for a whole look. 

Lilianne didn’t follow the trends- she created them. Thanks to her house’s connections, she was able to start the trend of “more comfortable fashion”. By more comfortable, she meant that the corsets didn’t hurt as much, and flats rather than heels were becoming more preferred. The dresses were lighter, and sometimes, she made the “joke” of a suggestion of wearing pants under the dress- just in case something undesirable happened. Though, maybe, that wasn’t a joke on her part. 

Measurements in one hand, her bun almost falling apart, even wearing pants strangely similar to sweatpants and a shirt strikingly similar to a sweatshirt, Lilianne ran into the room. There was no other lady in high society who could be excused for looking like such a mess. She’s gained a reputation for being a hard worker, busy as always, and if she wasn’t busy with work, then something unimaginable would’ve happened. 

“Oh gosh, Tsukasa, you’re really too much,” she laughed. Tsukasa’s mother often went here to buy dresses, perhaps they were close. “I heard you got a girlf- fiancee like, last night? What are you, seriously.” she grumbled. 

“You’re still quite ahead of me, Mrs. de Rass,” Tsukasa laughed, and Lilianne laughed along with him.

“Well, Carsein and I definitely didn’t get engaged overnight… unlike you two,” she chuckled. “Anyways, what are you looking for?” 

You couldn’t answer that- after all, you were the one who was taken to this place- but Tsukasa did. 

“I’d like to have a few dresses made for her.”

“Anything you want specifically?”

He looked at you. Uh, whatever was trendy? Though, this really wasn’t the place for that, especially because this place was known to create the trends, not follow them.

“The best I have? Well, you have to give me something, girl. I don’t just whip up ideas like magic,” she sighed. She spoke so “modern”... rumors say she was found on a lake maybe she was reincarnated there. That wasn’t part of the novel… 

Well, perhaps it would be good to look at the practical side of it. You’d be wearing it with Tsukasa, who had always worn black, purple, or red. Those were his family colors, the ones on the Suou flag. He was praised from a young age for possessing those same colors, purple in his eyes and red in his hair. They believed he was born to be the true representative of the Duchy of Suou. 

If you were to match, perhaps red would be the choice. No matter what he wore, it’d match with him. Plus, you’d met in a field of Red Camellias. It would be good publicity if you had requested something to do with those… perhaps it was a little bit special. It wouldn’t be too much if you requested something meaningful from the Empire’s greatest dressmaker, would it? 

“Oh my gosh, y’all are literally so romantic,” Lilianne smiled. “Anything else?”

You turned to Tsukasa. At this point, that was all you had. He probably knew more about dresses than you; though, maybe the original owner of your body was more acquainted, but the Empire was far too complicated with matters like these. 

“I trust that you’ll be able to create a dress from that?” he asked Lilianne. Wouldn’t that translate to “Just work with it”? Lilianne sighed and gave up asking. 

“Alright, let’s get your measurements,” Lilianne got up to get the things she needed. Despite the amount she talked, she was incredibly quiet and focused on her work. Perhaps that was what passion did to someone. By the time she’d written everything down, you’d had enough time to look at the dresses available. Shopping was incredibly slow paced, but at least you weren’t rushed. You could take your time, and nobody would ever put blame on you. After all, the place was fully reserved. 

There were a few dresses that caught your eye by that time, and Tsukasa was fully prepared to pay for it. But you could pay for it yourself. You were of noble origin, and that did mean you had a thing called: money. You asked for Callie, and for a moment it seemed like she wasn't there. However, when she appeared, she was wearing an entirely new dress. It was gorgeous, actually. 

You asked if she had brought money for you, from your own allowance, and she said, “Yes, I knew you’d want me to bring it.” So, you made haste in telling Lilianne that you’d pay for your dresses, until Tsukasa started insisting to pay for it. As you were negotiating with the Duke, Callie butted in, “Can you pay for my dress, and he pays for yours?” 

You were done. You were done. You were done arguing. You were not going to deal with this any more. It was like talking to a wall, and then another wall showed up. Hands up, you agreed. Fine. Tsukasa objected with, “I’ll pay for yours as well-” until he was interrupted with Callie’s signature glare. 

He shut up pretty fast. That was the only way to describe it. Callie knew how to talk with eyes; she was pretty good at it. Maybe she could teach you, though she’d likely respond with “There are better things for you to learn, my lady.” 

You walked out with a sigh, and it had been hours that you were in Lilianne’s Boutique. After that argument, it was quite awkward, between you, Callie, and Tsukasa, but as soon as you left, he seemed like he remembered something. 

“My lady, would you like to visit Diamond Lotus Bakery? I heard they have wonderful sweets here,” he offered his arm for you to hold, which you took. It felt nice, actually. Diamond Lotus Bakery was quite a popular bakery, and many couples and families often went there to visit. There was a large variety of sweets not only from the Empire but sweets also from neighboring and far away nations. It was truly a one-of-a-kind place. You’d heard a lot about the person behind it all, Mio, who had moved to the Empire at a young age and pursued both baking and music, and every item sold and every piece played had been made by them. Yet, despite the popularity of this mysterious figure, no one had ever seen their face. Every note from Mio was signed off with a doodle of a cat, and all the people who worked there had simply begun saying their boss was a cat.

It was definitely a nice place to go to, and so you accepted, especially because you hadn’t eaten in hours, and after that “argument” with Callie and Tsukasa, putting something in that stomach of yours would help. 

You and Tsukasa sat down at your own table, while Callie got her own. You were given a menu, which listed all kinds of sweets and snacks. They all looked so good, and it was easy to tell that Tsukasa had decided on what he wanted quickly; it seemed that he was a frequent customer. 

Before even you and Tsukasa had managed to order something, you found yourself looking in Callie’s direction, ordering for herself. Huh, you didn’t know she was fond of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and marshmallows. It was surprising how little she let other people know about her. 

Before long, someone came to take your orders, and by the time that was done, Callie had taken out a book and started reading. You wondered what it was, and Tsukasa had read it aloud before you’d figured it out. That idiot- what if Callie had heard him and realized you were trying to figure out what she was reading? 

It wasn’t until the sun started to set that the thought about going home occurred to you. Being outside in the dark was dangerous, actually- bandits roamed the roads around that time, trying to get unsuspecting and tired travelers. It was hard to see, which made them harder to identify too. So, as much as it was fun being out now, it was better to head home before it got dark- and so, you, Tsukasa, and Callie headed out. 

Luckily, by the time you’d gotten back home, flopped onto your bed, you hadn’t been attacked and arrived home safely. Tsukasa’s “I’ll miss you” expression, which effectively doubled as a “please please please..?” expression, was strangely memorable. It’d taken almost all of your energy to change into pajamas, and before you knew it, you’d hit dreamland. 

You felt the bed move, something got on it. It was cold, and the moon shone in your eyes; it was hard to stay asleep, yet it was still hard to see. You just knew that something was wrong, and before you knew what was going on, your hand was over your throat, and your hand had been stabbed by a knife. 

Before you knew who it was, the person bounced off, managing to hit the plants by your balcony doors before leaving, yet as they left, their hood loosened and a necklace shown, and there was only one person who had that necklace- Mairi, the original protagonist of the story, and your “longtime friend”- who was supposed to be at the Academy.

WORD COUNT | 3994 words

NOTES FROM QIAN | hi this series is extremely self indulgent. if you would like to join the taglist, please send an ask, thank you! [ tags in the reblogs ]

[transformersarelikemagicalgirlz]

HOKY FUCKKK??????????? UR WESTERN HUMANFORMERS AU THING IS FUCKING AWESOME. Sorry for the KOBD btw if you don’t ship it then imagine it says friend instead of husband.

The absolute horror of your husband going missing and coming back home and not being the same as he was.

Knock Out knows somethings up with him, he can see it in the way his body moves, bones jutting to close to the surface of his skin, posture slumped, knees threatening to bend backwards. He knows that isn’t his husband. The question is whether or not Breakdown knows he knows.

AHYWAY THIS AU IS SUPER COOL.

First of all, thank you so much!! Also yeah KOBD is a thing in this.

Knockout has the misfortune of finding him first while he’s out on patrol at night. Thanks to there not being much light, he’s nothing but overjoyed at finding him again and is rushing to get home. As eery as the odd, crackling movements and low wet sounding grunts are, he blows it off as shell shock or assumes an animal must’ve gotten to him. All the more reason to get him home and fixed, as he’s desperate and happier than he’s been all two weeks he was missing for.

As soon as he brings him inside and the lights are on, his whole heart practically drops to the floor. It’s obvious, he’s paler and things are jutting out at unnatural angles, his usual buffer build looks saggy and like his skeleton is too small for him, and worst of all his face looks like some sort of tacky mask the way it’s now misshapen and just wrong. Every time he tries to make conversation through his barely concealed panic, all he gets in return is a kind of pained gargle as if he’s trying to speak through a mouthful of water.

The only thing he can think of now that this thing is inside is to quickly shoo him off to his room, still playing dumb about the situation, lock him in and find Soundwave to ask him wtf this thing even is and how to get rid of it. He was desperate to have him back and willing to give the benefit of the doubt, but once he could clearly see this thing he didn’t want to spend another moment looking at it, it was disgusting, it was mocking, it was just wrong.

[onceuponalegendbg]

Ace Attorney Drabble (Forward)

I’ve been in such an AA mood lately. This was going to be a little different in focus but honestly I kind of like what I ended up with here. I’m not super sure on the ending but I guess that’s how it goes sometimes. Nothing super new in regards to the exploration of this character but I had fun. So enjoy.

For most of Franziska’s life the world had been made up of absolutes. People were only guilty or not. The von Karmas were to be perfect and everyone else to be crushed. Her Papa was always right, everyone else was fools. That was the truth. These were the standards.

At least, that’s how it used to be.

News of Manfred von Karma’s arrest spreads like wildfire, even in Germany. Franziska has trouble processing it and rolls into denial. Forged evidence and multiple counts of murder, one of which included one Gregory Edgeworth fifteen years ago. Surely not. This must be some sort of mistake.

But her papa’s trial ends with a guilty verdict thanks to overwhelming evidence and even Manfred’s own begrudging, remorseless confession. It’s impossible to look away from the truth at that point.

‘A von Karma is perfect in every way. We settle for nothing less than absolute perfection. It’s the very basis for our existence.’

But Papa was a criminal. Papa was a hypocrite. Papa was gone.

And not too long after that, so is Miles Edgeworth. He runs away with his tail between his legs. He doesn’t call her. He just decides to disappear. And Franziska processes this the only way she knows how.

She throws herself into her work, creates a new goal for herself. Which, incidentally, is how she finds herself in the States across the courtroom from Phoenix Wright as he tries to defend the spirit medium known as Maya Fey. She’s less than impressed with the man in the blue suit.

He’s a bumbling, bluffing buffoon. A complete and utter fool of the highest caliber. This is the man Miles Edgeworth lost to multiple times. The one that revealed her papa’s treachery. It all only increases her anger when, somehow, this idiot trounces her in court as well with his so-called truth. It’s maddening. She wants to scream. But no. She’s a von Karma. She’s better than that.

So, she settles for whipping every simpleton that has the misfortune of crossing her path.

‘This won’t bring your dad back.’

Her grip on her whip tightens on instinct before allowing a simple scoff at Phoenix Wright’s words. The assertion that this is all for her papa’s sake is unfounded. It’s cute how this man thinks he has Franziska all figured out. Of course, this has nothing to do with Papa. She’s not some child scampering around his feet, waiting for his approval. Why would she ever concern herself with that? She is Franziska von Karma, a prosecuting prodigy, perfect in every way.

More perfect than Miles.

More perfect than Papa.

Yes, she will easily surpass both.

Yet, she doesn’t. She loses to that spiky haired cretin again.

It’s not her fault! Her second trial as a prosecutor in the States is a sham and should not count. None of the events followed any logic, it was all completely ludicrous and still somehow ended up being the undeniable truth. How? How does any of this make sense?

Then Miles has the audacity to show his face again and act all high and mighty. He’s found his answer, he says, and it makes Franziska seethe. How dare he condescend to her?

‘Are you talking about the von Karma family creed? “To be perfect in every way…” Then let’s hear it, Franziska. How are things going? I hear you are having a rough time maintaining perfection in this country. You seem to be getting crushed under the weight of it all. That’s why I came back.’

All said with that superior smirk on his face while he looks down on her. Like he’s suddenly the older sibling.

It infuriates her.

He left. He ran away. Chose to quit. And he thinks he just gets to come back and steal her case, take her chance of revenge away from her? Over her dead body!

And well, that almost becomes the case.

As cliché as it sounds, it all really does happen so fast. She hears the gunshot, everyone scatters, and it takes her a moment to register the pain blossoming in her right shoulder. Because of course it would be her shoulder.

Even as blood drenches the white of her sleeve she insists she’s fine. Even as the pain starts to make her head spin, she persists that she’s needed in the courtroom.

Miles, the foolish fool that he is, practically drags her to a hospital and doesn’t leave until he’s sure the doctors have her, that she’s not in any life-threatening danger.

Ridiculous. She’s fine. She has a case to win. She’s fine.

It’s not until she’s finally alone for a moment that she notices her hands won’t stop shaking.

But she’s fine.

She maintains this stance even when Phoenix and Miles visit her in between court sessions. Wright even brings her flowers. The conversation trails from pleasantries to both trying to get her to back down from her goal by bringing up her bit of subterfuge with Ms. Adrian Andrews. They’re trying to shame her. They’re trying to say she’s in the wrong here. But she knows better. What happens to the blonde woman is no concern of hers.

Her shoulder gives a strong throb, and she fights the urge to grip at her sleeve, instead brandishing her whip before leaving the conversation entirely. She will not be made out to be the bad guy here. Just like she will not accept their pity. She is Franziska von Karma and she will not allow herself to be seen as weak.

As it turns out, and against her better judgement, she ends up helping Miles win the case. Matt Engarde chooses to plead guilty in what Franziska gathers is an attempt to save his own skin from one very betrayed assassin. After which, she finds everyone out in the lobby, Phoenix hugging both Maya and Pearl Fey with the biggest smile.

It makes something twist inside her because she can’t understand why. They lost. They failed. Phoenix Wright’s client was found guilty. They lost and they’re all smiling about it like it doesn’t even matter. Frustration wells up within her. Why does Franziska still feel like the one who lost?

Why does she always feel like she’s losing? She’s not supposed to lose. She was brought up to be the best. She was brought up to ignore useless emotions and focus on cold, hard evidence. She will not be swayed by these fools and their foolishness. Not like Miles. She refuses.

She is Franziska von Karma and she is… she is…

An absolute failure.

A hypocrite.

Because she throws down her whip, and she runs. She leaves. That’s right. This time she’s the one that gets to leave them. It’s what von Karma’s are best at, after all. So why not her? Why not just disappear? No one wants her around anyway. No one wants to stick around for her.

Except her foolish younger brother catches her at the airport before she can board her plane. Because of course. She can’t even have this, can she. How typical.

‘I have no intention of stopping. If you say you are going to quit your walk down the prosecutor’s path… Then, this is where we part ways, Franziska von Karma.’

It hits her like a train.

She’s not stupid. She’s admitted to not being a genius, but she’s far from stupid. She sees this for what it really is. It’s Miles extending an olive branch the only way either of them knows how.

The pressure that had been building in her chest lessens as she grabs hold of her whip once more. And for what feels like the very first time in her life, Franziska tries and fails to hold back tears as she promises not to let Miles Edgeworth win without a fight. She won’t back down. She’ll walk with him, farther even, as the amazing prosecutor she has always strived to be.

For she is Franziska von Karma, and she supposes for now that will more than suffice.

[gay-dorito-dust]

For Aegon

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

You could feel him staring at you; No, you could see him staring at you from the corner of your eye as you skimmed the paragraphs of your book under the guise of ‘reading.’ So much so that whenever you braved to glance at Aegon, who only seem to thrive in being caught as he continued his blatant staring with absolutely zero shame as a smirk growing across his lips and a glimmer in his lilac eyes. You didn’t know whether you should laugh or cry out of disbelief at his lack of digression. It never ceases to baffles you how shameless Aegon could be, even within the eye of the public he would have the misfortune to rule. His words not yours.

“you seem to have developed a staring problem as of late, my prince.” You said without taking your eyes off of the book in your lap, despite your desire to read had long since became a thing of the past, “And more so then not that staring has been aimed at me for most of the time.” You didn’t even have to look up to know that his smirk had widened across his face for Aegon was a simple book to read, even a child could do it. “What? Am I not allowed to look at you now?” He asked amused, you didn’t reply. “If my staring causes you were so much discomfort, then why haven’t you voiced your displeasure?” Aegon gauges your silence as a means to continue voicing his thoughts. “Or perhaps, if I’m right in assuming, you actually like it.”

You snorted, closing the book and placing it beside you as you looked over to address Aegon, only to find that he has moved himself closer to you as he leant against the Weirwood tree, arms and ankles crossed over one another. Had he always been so quiet on his feet? “Don’t flatter yourself Aegon, I’m probably not the only one you’ve been staring at.” You mentioned matter of factly, recalling the times where his lusty lilac eyes lingered elsewhere as you fought against the feeling of jealously building within your throat. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way, Aegon didn’t seem the type of man to willingly commit to anyone and you seemingly detested his depravity and uncouth ways at every turn.

However you didn’t catch onto the brief flicker of sadness within Aegon’s expression when you turned back to attend to your abandoned book. “If it brings you any reassurance but my eyes have never looked at another the way they looked at you.” He starts as he brought himself down to sit next to you beneath the bloody eyed tree with crimson leaves, testing the waters by grasping your hand in his as he took note of how you froze momentarily as though to compose yourself before falling into a sense of ease that still held onto that little bit of tension. “They may look to others in lust but to you, they’ve looked at you with nothing but admiration, comfort and above all, love.” Your body stiffen at the word but your eyes were peaked with interest as a warm sensation began to flood your chest as though you were a hearth brought aflame.

“Whether you believe my words or not, I do not care for I know my feelings to be true because whilst I may not be born into a loving environment; I still crave the things I cannot have and love is one of them if not the sole thing I crave to experience the most.” Aegon paused, feeling himself becoming overwhelmed with his own emotions that they started to form themselves into the tears that brimmed his pretty eyes. Aegon was always a pretty crier, you’ve noted. He made it look like an art form and you couldn’t help but squeeze his hand to console him into continuing. “So whenever you doubt my devoting to you, it hurts. I know why you doubt me, I understand it more then anyone because I’m the one who has to live with the consequences of my own actions.”

Aegon lays his head against your shoulder, pressing a kiss there before burying his head deeper into you as though he couldn’t get enough. His hand gripping yours tightly but not so much so that it caused you pain. “Yet here I am, laying my heart bear before you, praying to the seven in hopes that you don’t ever break it.” He finishes, too emotionally drained to remove himself away from you, not that he’d ever want to anyway; Clenching his eyes shut in waiting for your rejection, for you to smash his glass heart into a million fractures so small they looked like stardust. “Don’t pray to the Seven Aegon,” you told him softly, “for they’re the type who’d come to collect what is owed in droves. They’ll rob you blind of everything in the name of faith.”

“Then I’ll pray to you instead.” Aegon replied hastily, moving his head away from your shoulder to look at you with his bleary, bloodshot eyes as he smiled weakly. “Then you’ll have too much faith in me. I’ll let you down should I not meet your image of me every time.” You responded, resting your forehead against his, rubbing your nose gently his own. “Then don’t, let us be perfectly imperfect together until the end of our days.”

[sweetdreamsbuck]

leaving small love notes for them to find - with fem!reader and Bucky if you please? <3 Have a lovely day!

a written notion

bucky x f!reader

wc: a drabble by my standards, 620

a/n: this is completely absurd i'm so sorry but in my defense, this drabble exercise was meant for me to write something quick and hit post with no reserve

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

Something about communicating through the stroke of a pen made Bucky emotional. Call it an old habit of an old soul, but he adores the notion of seeing the pressures of emotion stained on paper.

You can’t exactly tuck a text message away in the bottom of your sock drawer for safe keeping; certainly not in a small tin box no one knew of, filled with his girl’s words of encouragement and love that could make even a devil blush.

'Sorry you had a bad day ;( I’m taking care of you tonight:)' a bright post-it sits stuck on the key dish next to the apartment door.

A tinge of warmth spreads through his chest, the beginnings of the pressure around his heart lifting. That deep wrinkle in his forehead softens; his girl’s gonna make it all right.

Bucky toes off his boots, hanging his jacket carelessly on the chair just past the kitchen. You wouldn’t like that there… the closet. All but shoving the material onto a flimsy hanger, a promise falls gently to the floor: 'Bringing home your fav pizza. Bath? Movie snuggles? Whatever you want' all of it. He wants everything you’ll give him. His lips spread, the faintest of smiles cracking its way past his sour mood. Bucky silently thanks the gods above that you aren’t home to see him; his face is hot– it wouldn’t take a scholar to know he’s competing with this post-it for who wore pink better.

He strips down quickly, throwing his frustration into the bathroom hamper, jumping to take a scalding shower. The heat feels good rolling down his body, relieving some of the weight he didn’t realize he was wearing.

But you knew what he needed, you always seem to. 'Go put the blue sweater on, you look so sexy in it' is nestled in the cabinet atop his favorite towel. Bucky wants to giggle, to scream, to hide– you’re not even there and he can’t fight the urge to stifle his disbelief into the safety of your neck.

It falls at his feet, flipping over. 'Just wanna eat you alive, you make me so happy' oh you're cruel. No one should be this affected by a tiny piece of paper, and yet he’s going to weep on hallowed ground for the way you delight him past his melting point– for as long his heart will let him.

Bucky puts the sweater on, those sweats you go a little dumb for, a spritz of your favorite cologne, too. The cologne has his girl’s gift on it: 'I’m wearing your favorite under my coat (nothing), don’t have to do a thing except keep me warm. It’s cold out :(' he can do that. Done and done absolutely he can and will– would staring at the clock make you come home faster? No. Much to his bitter misfortune it does not.

The clock near the couch is not ticking nearly fast enough, he might have to throw it out the window. No, that’s pathetic– you wouldn’t like that. Besides, you already seem to know the pillow he’s gonna cling to on the couch, the one that smells of your shampoo: 'Just curl up on the couch looking so damn handsome' right next to his favorite blanket no less. He knows better by now, you’re going to kill him. Bucky turns the note over.

'I love you so much baby. Me n my boobs will b there soon to make it all better xo' yeah you will. What’s a super soldier gotta do to make this new life of his selfishly permanent, forever? Four words cloud his brain, but they aren’t exactly the type he wants to write down.

He’ll save that notion for his signature. Right next to yours on a very binding certificate.

[koishua]

𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ─── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

synopsis: in which you've been stood up by your date, but so has he. warnings: mentions of food. (0.802k words).

author's note: dug this out of my mountain of drafts and am happy with how not angsty this is lmfao. enjoy!!

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Blind dates are fun, they'd said. It will be a nice change for once, they'd said.

Lies. So far into the wait for your date who still had not come yet despite already being forty minutes late, absolutely nothing had been enjoyable. Not in the slightest way had anything been more than boring and frankly, downright embarrassing. Who’d even sit alone in the middle of a cafe without a single drink or dessert on their table for over half an hour?

The waitress who’d come over to ask you if everything was alright just a few moments ago walks by again, a sympathetic smile painted daintily over her perfectly stained lips. Your eyes trail across the establishment, appreciative of the architecture and design of the space. It’s been remodeled ever since you’d last visited, though the cozy atmosphere did the bare minimum in holding off the ugly feeling crawling its way around your body.

You’ve been stood up.

Glancing at the blearing phone screen hidden on your lap, you check for any recent notifications, though none seem relevant to the current matter in hand. You’d dressed up in your favorite clothing and had mentally prepared yourself for the night, yet here you still are; alone and fuming.

God, a small keyboard pops up from the bottom of your screen and you type furiously. Once I’m back, I’m strangling you and no one can save you from my hands, you oh-so kindly relay to Yeji. You don’t even know what possessed you to agree with her set-up in the first place. Her plans were always bound to fail because of her awful streak of bringing misfortune upon everything she touches. Sometimes you’d feel bad for the kind roommate of yours, but tonight you are going on a hunt.

The least I can do for myself is buy a cheesecake for emotional compensation.

The gold accented table is smooth under your touch, clearly expensive even by the first glance of it. Hearing the heavy drag of the chair as you slide out of your seat, you fish out your wallet from the leather purse hanging neatly from the backrest. It’s then as you’re rounding around a large pot of some kind of a green plant that you come eye to eye with the man sitting alone in the corner. His hair seemed to initially be dyed a shocking pink, though it had faded away into more of a peach and cotton candy mixture.

A moment of understanding passes by, something instantly clicking right into place when he shrugs with a lopsided smile. It takes you off-guard, the upturn of his lips. The jet black leather jacket and piercings, along with the sharp looks he has does not seem to match with the warmth he radiates when he smiles. You really can never judge anyone by their appearance, you muse in wonder.

“No date?” He inquires in a friendly tone from where he is still seated, easy and relaxed. Not a hint of scorn is laced in his question. Instead, there is something playful and knowing shining through. Your head nods before you can think of a proper way to answer.

“No, you?” You return the sentiment, guessing that the second plate on the seat across him had been reserved for the missing date of his own. The cheesecake, the one that you’d wanted to reward yourself with for not breaking down in anger fits over falling victim to being stood up, is completely untouched. His tart is barely eaten as well.

With a sigh, he rests his chin on the back of his pale, smooth hands, “I’ve been waiting for like,” he checks the expensive watch on his other wrist, “over an hour by now. No sign of anyone arriving any time soon, unfortunately.”

It’s a funny coincidence, your thoughts stray to the philosophy class you’d taken yesterday. The professor had gone for ages about whether or not things were destined to happen or if they were simply a play of luck; a coincidence. You don’t know, you hadn’t really paid attention to his drawn out speech.

Fate or not, however, the man in front of you stretches out a hand. “Hi, I’m Lee Heeseung.” You take the second seat in front of him, worries forgotten as you fall into a conversation that lasts longer than the time you’d waited for on your own table, all worries forgotten just by his charming smiles and intriguing stories.

All it had taken for you to meet the one person you’d cherish the most in your life was an empty seat and a small, happy little coincidence. It could have been fate that had led you to him, but you’d leave that matter into your professor’s hands.

Yeji was not strangled in fury that night, in case you're wondering.

[saintlyguy]

How do my fellow tall vampire admirers feel about these imagines for House Dimitrescu x reader?

Gluttony: Inspired by the game Carrion, you are a shapeshifting carnivore adopted into House Dimitrescu when they take pity on you after your battered form laying at the doorstep. Curiosity and your shared appetites for blood and corpses is what begins a most unconventional affection between you and your new family as you begin to learn more about each other and become more fond of one another. However your appetite surpasses those of Alcina and her daughters combined. Your new family is in a difficult position of fighting your seemingly infinite hunger as you eat through all of the reserves in the castle and now set your sights on the dwindling livestock that is the neighboring village with the occasional foreign wanderer. Your sisters attempt to scold you yet you remain unaffected thinking leaving each of them their own barely living hiker with just enough blood and meat left over shows you still possess restraint. Your mother Alcina feels absolutely hungry for the first time in decades since you often lap up any blood from your victims, forcing her to rely solely on whatever wine you left unopened. Your new mother and sisters love you, but their love and patience is being stretched thin.

Tech Support: After moving into Castle Dimitrescu to live with your new family/housemates, you bring the modern world with you and introduce the internet, computers, and smart devices. Much to Alcina’s misfortune, her daughters are now quoting vines and there are endless deliveries arriving at the castle door to the point where you had to build a special path for the delivery people to make it to and from the castle alive. “DANIELA! Why have you ordered all these body pillows?! And why are they decorated with rainbow hair maidens?! We have maidens in real life! Bela! Haven’t you already enough stuffed toys and what is free shavacadoo? …. Cassandra… What in the name of Mother Miranda is Bad Dragon?” And don’t forget what happens when you setup the VR rigs. Your livestream of your family/housemates playing Resident Evil Biohazard VR gains a lot of views not just because of how the internet simps for them, but because of their ironic reactions to a scary game. You can’t help but die of laughter when you see Alcina take a boxer stance and try to knock out a virtual Margueriete or see Daniela running into the hallway when she sees Jack bust through the wall.

Scribe: You are a famous writer who specializes in bewilderment. Stories of romance such as the tale of two elf jesters who serve dwarf queens who themselves are having an affair behind their wive’s backs. A murder mystery where a maid must uncover who murdered her employer’s son when a sham of a private investigator points the blame on her. A manga where even a former criminal can learn the way of the househusband. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela love the last one the most. So when the Duke hasn’t offered any recent works from you, the daughters are livid. You are taking a sabbatical from writing as you consider retirement since you feel there’s nothing left that can inspire you. During your trip through Romamia you are summoned to stay at a tall beautiful woman’s probably haunted castle where your number one fans await. Also they begged their mommy to get you to come to their castle so that they can make their fanfics into published work. This unexpected journey may be what convinces you to keep writing. Or the three super fans armed with sickles.

Songbird: After winning Eurovision, your singing career takes off. Multiple number 1 singles, release of several new albums where each track is a banger, and an invitation to play at the most sought after stage in Romania: Castle Dimitrescu’s Opera Hall! Your first show is a private one for your beautiful hosts who throw flowers and praise after your performance. The tall mother watches as her daughters throw themselves at you: “You look (and smell) so much better in person than you do on your albums.” “Do you have your own tailor, you look spectacular!” “It’s SOOO perfect having you all to ourselves!” Your respond playfully “Guess that makes me your songbird. Don’t tell me there’s a cage with a perch waiting for me?” Oh but there is.

Forbidden Fruit (modern): You move into a new neighborhood next to a large house where single mother sommelier Alcina lives with her daughters Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. You think they’re just going to be your friendly neighbors you talk to once in a while but they quickly become a daily part of your life whether it’s Bela offering to housesit while you’re out, Cassandra conveniently being at her balcony in the evenings when you step out to enjoy the night ambiance, Daniela offering to trim your bushes, and Alcina always greeting you before you leave the house then welcoming you home when you return. “My what a friendly family!” Yeah they just really need your blood. Especially since your blood is basically the vampire equivalent to the magnum opus of vintage wines. They would have sampled you by now if not for the silver necklace you received from your friend Jill who claims it would ward off evil monsters who want to eat you. You brushed off that thinking Jill was just joking but still wear it because you are fond of her. So the family will have to settle for befriending and/or courting you so that they can find an opportunity where you take that damn warding necklace off. Perhaps they grow genuinely fond of you as well.

[husbandohunter]

What they love about you (part 2)[Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: It was as if the universe had changed when they saw you.

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Kazuha. Part 1 here

Genre: fluff

"Poetry for my hopeless romantic heart 🥺 and Kazuha, he was the perfect candidate for this. I decided to put Zhongli first of course, he deserves it after saving my ass in Baal's fight."

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Spirit flows through the Immovable rock (Zhongli)

Nations fall, truths be told, iron rusts and earth erode

Through six centuries these were stories he watched unfold.

He sees you and the archon knew that you shall too grow old

But despite it all, he loves you for your existence, as nothing can compare to your intransient soul.

The purpose of contracts were made to ensure there had been a fair trade between two parties. Like merchants striking business deals for a favourable outcome, like mother nature maintaing the balance between life and death, like how you and your beloved said your vows and whispered promises to one another as evening bids farewell by the warm welcome of the moon's gentle glow. Those days were the most treasured that you couldn't help remisicing them-- when Zhongli appeared in your life. Your mortal life. How time can fly so fast.

Perhaps this had been a common notion among human standards. That to be connected, both sides must share the same factors in order to proceed the contract. Clearly your placement proved to be mismatched. Unlike Zhongli there could be a day when your legs gave up and you can no longer walk. He will go on without you, continuing to drift in places where you cannot reach, where time was out of the question, further and further away until the mist begins to seize your field of vision and soon your eyes were too old to see.

The difference in age can truly make someone feel alone and Zhongli knew it well. Thus he smiled softly like he always does and held you close, speaking with so much kindness:

My dearest.

Your soul existed like an evergreen tree blooming through all four seasons, unwithered and everlasting, even against the cold storm of white. And it could be as soft as the sunbeam cascading through the mountain peaks while they dust the land with their ethereal hues and emitting the warmth that breaths absolute serenity. If artifacts were a piece of what someone left behind then maybe everything you made was considered an artifact-- a treasure. A piece of you in those handwritten letters, the beauty in your fingertips after knitting him a scarf which caused scars to mar them, and because of how heavy your spirit weighs through everything you did, it became evident that the one he had fallen for was not your skin nor your body but the person who resides in it.

And sometimes he wonders if he had met you once upon a dream. What else could explain the mysterious feeling that made you seem so familiar, even when he only saw you for the first time? Or perhaps you were an old friend from the long long past, someone he stargazed with upon the infinite mounds of grass and glaze lilies, someone whom he shared the taste of osmanthus wine, someone he came to cherished just like how he cherished his own nation. Regardless, whether you were that someone or not, he wouldn't hesitate to relive those times all over again.

If there was a day when the world around you decided to cave in, where time inevitably caught up and you succumbed to change, he would still be yours. After all, the immovable stone was meant to be the symbol of constancy. He already sworn to you that his devotion and affection will never waver, they were solely held towards your essence for you had touched him through the things he could not touch, and left a mark that would last longer than his ancient self can last. Zhongli may have lived through many lifetimes but meeting you was the beginning of everything. You were a mortal immortalized in the world his heart, etched so deep that it stirs him apart, there was no room for anyone else.

~xx~

Drowning in the ocean flames (Tartaglia)

There was a man who fell deeply in love with war

They raged inside of him like the spontaneous battlefields he came to adore.

Consumed by desire, pain became an addiciton

And he eventually surrenders to the heat of your passion.

While many fear death, Childe learned to dance with it.

He revels in the way his heart pounds endlessly, as if new life had been born from the inside and then bursted like thunder, sending trembling sensations through his veins, bringing him to the peak of euphoria. The feeling was a drug in which Childe hesitates no more when he confronts it, rather he deliberately seeks it. He seeks thrill in the most dangerous situations since they were the moments that made him feel so alive.

Henceforth the Harbinger sought you out. He inches closer and ever so close, those deep cerulean eyes trapped in your hypnotizing ones. Childe loves how you look at him like you were about to devour him, consume him as the flames in hell would, perhaps destroy him completely to the point there was no turning back and yet...he would not mind.

Childe had been so drawn to you like a moth to a light. No. Rather, Adam and the devil, tempting him to sin because the things he would do for you were undeniably impetuous. It was too late. It was too late when you told him you wanted to stay. Too late when you pulled him down, with arms around his neck, stealing away his breath in one swift manner as well as a kiss. Curse you for having so much power over him, from then and there he was no longer the mighty harbinger everyone knew but a man foolish in love. Take him higher. Higher. Take him far. To say you were alluring would be an understatement. The scent of you brings all his senses to disarray and the taste of you-- by the archons-- had never made him feel so starved. All he thought of was mindlessly running his hands over your small back, reveling in the shape of you, exploring every inch and curve in attempt to make you completely his.

This was the reason why he grew accustomed to dancing with death. Because it was you. You were going to be the cause of his downfall and you were the cause of this insanity. Even though you constantly reminded him how risky the situation was due to being a wanted criminal in his homeland's eyes, Childe pays no mind. Didn't he already tell you to trust him? Anyone who threatens you would be an enemy of his, much to their misfortune. Whether it'd be conquering the world and laying it beneath your feet or walking through the depths of the abyss all over again, he'll make sure to have it all and no one can say otherwise.

~xx~

Shelter (Albedo)

Your warmth was his hearth

Like stars falling onto the earth

Gracing the plains in an empereal bliss

As they trembled under the touch of heaven's kiss

Closing his eyes, you are the first person he sees.

The sound of snow chasing the wind fills the silent night once again while it's whispered blows continued to echo just by the cave's entrance. Albedo had planned to take you back to Monstadt that day but Dragonspine was not the place to be merciful with the weather. No one else except the two of you occupied the abandoned space and a singular camp fire to serve as a source of warmth. You place your hand on your lover's forehead, brushing away his ash coloured strands while he seeps into slumber. Albedo sighs contentedly. Despite the world being engulfed in sheer cold, here he felt safe and sound.

Before meeting you Albedo never really had that. People regularly held him on a high regard and had a hard time matching his pace. He was a born genius to the point that he practically stood out like a swan out of the ducklings' crowd as they admired his brilliance. Truly Albedo was a perfect human being. But when turns around to see the rest he noticed how distant everything seemed. He was so focused on his pursuit towards the universal truth that he hadn't given the time to consider; where is he going with this? And what for? Everyone else looked so happy living in their mundane routines and Albedo soon grew curious about such thoughts. Out of all the places in Monstadt, exactly where does he belong?

Opening his eyes, you are the first person he looks for.

"Welcome home, Albedo!"

The answer was obvious. Home was the sound of his name on your lips. When you were side by side with him while he sketched the landscape from the far distance. In places where the lights were on as he entered the room, knowing you were inside. This feeling couldn't be describe with just a word. Home was not a nation nor was it a destination. Home was in your touch where he felt the most protected.

I'm home.

A sky filled with stars and he only saw one; his Starlight. Your warmth held the emotion similar to the kind where there had only been one cande lit amidst an infinite stretch of darkness. But it also brought the joy of flowers blossoming into the vivid future of new spring. There was no place he'd rather be than the shelter of your arms because with you, Albedo believed he truly found where he belonged.

~xx~

Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves (Kazuha)

Silencing the world

My heart begins to find peace

Soothed by your presence

- For my beloved, (Y/n)

I remember how the first petal of spring drifted by as it had flown into the crossroads of our path. Subconciously my entire being began to still. This particular flower... it must have come far and wide for the wind to carry such a pleasant scent. Although I had intended to continue my venture onwards but the air ceased to sound and I knew that this way was true. And so nature beckons me to the shore where the waves lulled back and forth under the moonlight's entrance, only then I began to sharpen my vision to see what was before me. You stood there on a rock with your face looking into the sparkling sky, singing a tune that drew me near. Just the mere sight was enough to stir my heart alone.

My beloved, do you know why I named this poem 'Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves?'

Watching you was like witnessing the ephmereal birth of a flower sprouting amongst the slums of an abandoned nation. A fleeting miracle where snow falls from the summer sky. I am compelled to capture these feelings in this poem yet there are moments where my thoughts scatter as if the autumn wind had whisked them away and out of my grasp until a singular leaf is only what was left. Perhaps it wouldn't be necessary for me to keep a notebook of ways I can describe your presence, instead a few simple sentences would suffice. Nevertheless, I only wish to express my feelings for you.

When you're with me it seems I have nothing to think about. The aura around you can silence the world alone, speaking louder than thunder cries, weighing heavily to those around you in ways it would feel empty if you're not here. Yet I could breath as if alleviated from the burdens of my past. This had me realize that this must have been the will of the wind. You were the greatest gift to have ever bestowed upon me and I confess, sometimes my chest aches because of how much I cherish you, it pierces me like a sharp blade but even if my heart bleeds it will continue to bleed only for your sake.

So wherever you are, wherever you may be, I can feel you in the breeze. Return soon my beloved, I'll be here, waiting.

[psychewritesbs]

Chapter 176: Sendai Colony, No. 2: The Femme Fatale, or how I love female characters that are not afraid of their sexuality

Happy JJK-Sunday!

Everyone: writes about how much they love Yuta.

Me and my stupid unpopular opinions: this naked chick right here I like.

If it isn’t cockroaches I’m writing about, it’s about how a naked chick inspired me. 

This isn’t just about me not being entirely straight and thinking Uro is sexy af... as a woman, I am a sucker for the art of seduction, an art I absolutely suck at, might I add, because I am very androgynous--I’ve been called a “very sexy boy” before... I took it as a compliment.

...So this is defo not a rant about Uro being sexualized but, oddly enough, an appreciation rant about her nakedness.

I don’t know... I’m weird like that. Sue me.

I honestly wasn’t going to write anything this week.

And then I had coffee and...

Also... how lucky that there was a coffee gif featuring Marilyn Monroe, one of the greatest sex symbols of all time who also happened to be an incredibly smart woman. 

I’ve read/heard speculations about how she could not reconcile this projection cast upon her as the sex symbol when there was much more to her beyond that projection, and that this is what ultimately broke her. 

And we can also say two of the contemporary sex symbols in the US, Britney Spears and Megan Fox, suffered from a similar fate.

The femme fatale is a toxic trope

I think I was going down the #jungian psychology tag the other day when I ran into a post in which someone wrote about how the femme fatale is a projection of a man’s fear of woman’s sexuality as “neurotic and devouring”, and I could not agree more!

Read it here: Thoughts on femme fatale.

Actually, the formal definition of the femme fatale is that she is someone who uses her charm and her beauty to ensnare men and bring misfortune to them. 

A definition that is, in all honestly, quite misogynistic if you ask me because it focuses on woman’s sexuality as inherently evil, or something to be avoided at all costs. That’s the Judeo-Christian religion’s disdain for the body and the patriarchy working their magic for you. Basically, if you are not a Madonna, you are a Whore.

A sexually empowered woman is, in other words, something to fear. 

For men, she is the epitome of “one night stand material” but never “the girl you bring home to your parents”. For women, she is a threat for multiple reasons--one of them being that we are scared of our own sexuality and see men as nothing but pigs who only care about sex (which is in turn, a very misandrist perspective in itself).

If you’ve read/seen Soul Eater then you know that the point of these panels in the first chapter is to show that while Soul is physically attracted to Blair (hence the nose bleeds), he appreciates and prioritizes depth.

In fact, Atsushi Okubo’s manga walks a fine line in that he relies heavily on fan service as a trope, and yet, his message is always quite the opposite--it’s what is inside that matters.

Along the same lines, Gege showed us that while Yuji likes the big bootay, what has left a lasting impression on him has been feminine internal qualities like elegance.

Unfortunately, it seems to me like we live in a world that can’t quite comprehend the nuance that can be found in holding the tension of opposites. 

Why can’t a woman be a sexually empowered being AND a feminist?

Is it possible to decide for yourself that you are a beautiful and desirable woman for the mere fact that you’ve decided that for yourself and at the same time not be defined by these traits?

In other words, is it possible to acknowledge that we, as human beings, are animals with sexual instincts who have the conscious capacity to transform sexuality into something of beauty? #sex positivity.

Like... say an appreciation of elegance like in Yuji’s case. 

And yes, even an appreciation of the female body and its beauty.

Smileys added for emphasis and because Tumblr.

Like this!

Why does the femme fatale need to only represent toxic femininity?

As a self-abscribed “witch,” my best guess is that we are scared of how powerful female sexuality is.

I’m not saying Remi’s approach is something to look up to... but all the girl had to do was bat her eyelashes at non-sorcerer Reggie and she was able to lean back into her femininity and let someone else rescue her. 

She wanted a Knight in Megumi for a reason... Remi is someone who is perfectly happy playing the role of damsel in distress because she lacks the mental capacity to empower herself and take accountability for her life.

And I love that Gege is exploring themes like these because he’s kind of letting the readers know “this is what I think about this situation” through jjk. Consider that Gege might be aware of how big a platform he has, of how big an audience he has, and how he can use his platform to share his view of the world.

This is not to say that the sexualization of women isn’t real. 

My god Marin’s boobs sure are bouncy... I would not know what that feels like.

But... is it possible that there are mangaka who can appreciate jiggly boobs AND depth of character + character development + strength?

For me, precisely because of the fan service in the anime, Sono bisque doru wa koi wo suru captures that essence. 

But what about other titles? What about JJK which has always been all about “not sexualizing its female cast”?

Takako Uro in the sky with no clothes on 

Ok, first, this is my personal opinion! My personal opinion is not fact.

But one of the things I LOVE about JJK is Gege’s characterization. Like my other favorite, Furudate Haruichi, Gege is really good at giving depth to his characters through story-telling--even if the character is a minor one.

We saw it with a lot of the characters that were introduced for the Culling Game arc: Hakari, Kirara, Higuruma, Takaba, Remi, and now I am hoping that Uro suffers the same fate since it is not a farfetched idea to think that she could side with Yuta given his ancestor historically opposed the Fujiwara clan.

And this is what we know about Uro right now:

She can manipulate the sky, she is a sorcerer from the past with regrets about her first lifetime, and she’s naked.

Like... who does that? Who fights in battles to death naked?

Who goes around killing people naked? Uro, that’s who. 

I don’t know about you but those dreams where I am naked in front of a crowd are unnerving, let alone a fight to death. 

So to me, Uro is a character who is comfortable enough in her body suit to where she’s happy to flaunt her beauty so freely. What’s more, the fact that Gege chose to draw a naked woman makes me wonder about what he’s trying to say about her and her story. 

Will he write a shit story without depth for her? Maybe. But so far, Gege has always given all of his characters some sort of depth (except for Tsumiki--and I am hoping that there is a grander reason for it).

Not to mention this whole idea about getting a second chance at life through reincarnation in order to have the opportunity to right one’s regrets from the past is something I am very curious to see Gege explore.

Not to mention that as Gege fleshes out the idea that Cursed Techniques are somewhat related to the user’s personality, I kind of have to wonder about Uro’s ability to manipulate the sky as if it were a surface.

So yeah... naked lady in the sky... that’s where my mind was this week for no other reason than because I headcanon Gege was looking at some sexy chick for reference when he drew the first panel in this chapter.

Like... this photograph:

Which looks to have been inspired by this movie’s poster (that happens to be a cult classic):

And to me, this doesn’t scream “sexualization” but rather “appreciation” of female beauty.

While he clearly has a way to go, to me, to see Gege choosing to draw Uro in such a risqué way, it tells me how Gege is at the forefront of how Shonen manga portrays female characters--he likes and can appreciate the female body in all of its glory (instead of demonizing it or fetishizing it), but in the end, he’s clear in getting his point across that the inside matters too. 

One is not more important than the other. In JJK the body = the soul.

But more importantly, to draw a diverse cast of female characters who have very a wide range of attitudes about femininity and what it means to be a woman in a man’s world (because Japan is a man’s world) is something I really dig about JJK.

...if anyone reads this post, thank you for joining me in my weird tangent of a ramble this week. 

Happy JJK-Sunday.