#they need some age!! some wrinkle!!
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I miss their chin so much already ;—;
#owen talks#I took their shoes off bc they are not going to bed w armored heels on#they look kinda haunted but I know it’s bc of the crunchy lodestone images#I think I’ll boot up benchmark later and rotate them for exposure therapy#and ngl if I’m really unhappy about the changes there’s someone making pre-DT packs of the faces#so I could just. have them have a sculpt#I’m still praying that it’s not as bad as it looks#yes I have fussed w features#tragically the jaw shape doesn’t change the chin shape#and I can’t change to any of the other faces bc they are not the eyrie vibe#face 1 is closer w the chin and I did mess around with it#but eveything else doesn’t feel right#I’m not like. screaming upset about it#as best it makes eyrie look very young which. is a meh vibe to me#they are 150 they are not going to look 25 right up until they die#they need some age!! some wrinkle!!#maybr I’ll find someone to fuss w their stiuf#at least so I can have their freckles + facial scars + light scars on their face#but that is a long ways off and I will sit w vanilla#they just got a really really nice nap#which like. wouldn’t be unheard of for them#they go on a week long vacation on their island and sleep for like. 4 days
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#submission#baldur's gate 3#bg3#arnell hallowleaf#shadowheart’s father#bg3 smash or pass#smash or pass#poll#baldurs gate 3#baldur’s gate 3#bgiii#baldur's gate iii#marked as submission but he was on my list of characters before delving into the alphabetical#his wife by association but tbh it was him#ILL BE HONEST#I forget entirely but I think he inspired this blog#I saw him on like#a bg3 confessions blog#and I needed to know#I needed to know what the public consensus was#cause like#get that man some shampoo and I think we’re in business#elves get to have an incredibly long dilf period#he’s probably also yknow. aged by the incredible suffering for approximately 40 years#it ages a man. probably why he has more wrinkles than Halsin despite I don’t think being older. I think that information is just unknown#halsin has had the bounty of nature for a while after his trauma. Arnell just got popped out of the supervillain ring arm prison#suffering eternally so his daughter could be more powerful#apparently I have Arnell Hallowleaf takes. I didn’t know I had this in me
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lmao I’m not even 32 yet and someone asked me when I’m going to start coloring my grey hair. never, actually, it’s a condition. it’s called Pretty Boy Disease and it’s terminal. it just gets worse as I get older, I just keep getting more and more grey hairs until I’m so hot people can’t stand to look at me. make sure it’s an open-casket funeral, don’t put me in the ground without getting a good eyeful bc I worked hard for these sultry little grey binches.
#god damn this society hates everything about being human at a base level#I’m not old and grey hairs are just normal#I’ve had a grey patch since I was like 14#but like shut the fuck up also#throw the entire concept of being old out the window until you’re like fucking. 75+ and then get back to me#30 will be peak if you let it#in fact I feel better now than I ever did before#undo that conditioning that the 20s are the only fun times in your life or that you’re old past 25#it’s insane to me to see people hating wrinkles or average facial features and calling them old#when we literally are born with wrinkles and some of us have more dramatic creases even in our teens#American media especially just fetishizes this false idea of youthfulness#but anyway fuck everything and everyone who tells you to change yourself bc of your age#aging gracefully has nothing to do with coloring your hair and everything to do with treating yourself with kindness and loving your body#aging gracefully#thirty is not old#real shitposting hours#y’all need to do some introspection#and some self acceptance while you’re at it
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there’s a lot more nuance to it than just this but I think toxic beauty standards wouldn’t be quite as prevalent in society if people just accepted their mortality.
what I mean is that a lot - but not all! - toxic beauty standards are deeply rooted in the fear of aging and that fear of aging is deeply rooted in the inherent fear of death.
it’s normal to fear death but that’s something that you are better off accepting will happen to you. but the way some people fear aging is truly damaging to people’s self image.
maybe you wouldn’t be so obsessed with beauty if you stopped being cowards about death.
#toxic beauty standards#like I totally understand having a fear of dying because that's normal#but some of you really need to accept that death is something that is going to happen to you and everyone you love#you WILL grow old#you WILL die#and no amount of make up and plastic surgery and anti-wrinkle straws are going to stop that#there is nothing you can do to stop aging. literally NOTHING you can do about it#you WILL get wrinkles and gray hair and organ failure if you live long enough#the only way to not age is to die young#sorry for being mean but that anti-wrinkle straw made me realize just how pathetic some of you really are#again there is more to toxic beauty standards than just anti-aging but that's what I see a lot of#I want to reiterate that this post is about TOXIC beauty standards and is not directed at people who just enjoy make up as self expression
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Little kids: [begging their moms for collagen serums for some fucking reason]
Me, an adult: [praying at my bedside like a little kid in a Michael Landon production] “Dear God, I ask you to please grant me bigger eye bags and get rid of anything cherubic in my face. Amen.”
#I have miniature eye bags and exactly two barely-visible forehead lines and you can pry them from my cold dead hands#I love skincare but fuck the skincare industry for giving these little babies body dysmorphia#Skincare should be about having healthy skin and smelling things; not about looking flawless or de-aging like wtf#YOU HAVE NO WRINKLES#YOU’RE NOT EVEN AT THE PART WHERE YOU GET ACNE#Good god#Get some tutti fruity lip balm some sunscreen and a tube of body butter that smells like strawberries.#Sugar scrub for after washing their hands because it’s fun and smells nice#Boom! Child skincare.#YOU DON’T NEED TONER THERE IS NOTHING TO TONE
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i know we’ve seen stuff about the bsd characters’ childhoods and stuff but what’s happening with the current timeline? it feels like it’s been at least six months since bsd started and yet no one has aged… are they just pulling an ash ketchum? will dazai just be streaming 22 by taylor swift forever?
#correct me if someone has an actual timeline#but i feel like there’s no way all this has happened in like. a week#this would mostly be sad because i would adore some middle aged ada canon content#getting wrinkles realising they actually need to think about their vitamins and diets and spf and all that jazz#and i also need q to have their bratty teenager phase#bsd#bungo stray dogs
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Save me skincare routine. Save me stupidly expensive skincare routine in tiny bottles
#so ya girl turned 28 three days ago and immediately had a midlife crisis#it didn’t even take very long. i opened my eyes at 6:55am on the 8th and immediately started freaking out#okay i want to clarify something. it’s not that i feel a need to perform a certain level of femininity. it’s not even that i care about#my appearance that much. it’s just that for the first time in my life i look older than i feel#and i feel really weird about it actually! that’s never happened for me before. all throughout my childhood i was told how mature and smart#i was; and i always felt like i knew it all. then something flipped when i got into my mid twenties#all of a sudden people started treating me like i knew stuff and was a functioning member of society. meanwhile i’m standing here#with like radio static in my head. i’ve been an adult for 10 years now and i still feel like i’m floundering#but i look at myself in the mirror and i see: dark circles. wrinkles. dry skin. greying hair. horribly chapped lips. matronly body#i mean some of this is just genetic; i’ve had dark circles since i was 15 and my dad went grey at 30#and none of this is actually Bad. (except for the chapped lips). and it’s not that i don’t want to age. i’ve never considered botox#or plastic surgery and i never will. i genuinely want to look my age. i just… i’m having a hard time because during my early to mid twenties#my skin always looked fantastic despite me doing NOTHING with it. i was literally washing it with cold water and then applying moisturiser#that was once a day at MOST. most of the time i didn’t even do this. and mind you my ‘moisturiser’ was a body lotion#i also used to exfoliate with st ives of all things like… can you believe#i’d always get asked for my skincare routine and i’d just be like ‘i just moisturise when it occurs to me 😌’#but now the reckoning has come and i’m 28 and look like i got hit by a bus. haaaaaa#it’s just like. it’s not that i want to look 10 years younger. that would be bizarre. i don’t even really want to get rid of my wrinkles#or all my blemishes. i just want to take better care of my skin so that it doesn’t get inflamed and dry and break out all the time#and water + actual fucking LOTION isn’t cutting it because ya girl is ✨28✨#so i’m going to try cleansing balm; hyaluronic acid; facial moisturiser & spf. i think that seems reasonable#(yes i never wear sunscreen either. feel free to shoot me with a firing squad)#i just hope it works and none of the products make me break out. and also i stick to it#i tried to pick out some gentle products. so let’s just hope for the best i guess. i mean there’s always room to switch things around#personal
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It isn't deranged! I love his crow's feet too. You can see wrinkles, but then when he smiles big you can see exactly where those wrinkles came from. I think we should all be happy to have evidence that we have smiled a lot.
My own deranged take is that I love his adam's apple. His neck and throat do it for me whether its baby Charlie or 90s Charlie and then the adam's apple bobbing around when he talks. Do I usually notice that in men? No. But for some reason with Charlie...
Well, now I've embarrassed myself but I'm still going to hit that ask button!
#this is probably the wrong way to phrase it#but I think Charlie has really beautiful imperfections#most of his wrinkles mark smile lines#a lot of his age spots seem to come from a little too much time in the sun (probably spent with shirley or the stones)#the way the downward curve of his eyebrow kind of faded with age but it just gave them a unique shape instead#not that I could ever imagine him doing it but I’m glad Charlie didn’t do plastic surgery or anything like that#anyway#you don’t need to feel ashamed!#we’re all in the same (deranged) boat here#and at least we can comfort ourselves by saying none of us is quite as bad as some elderly musicians we know#the rolling stones#charlie watts#ask response#anonymous
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just thinking about ulaf and how the imperials told cassian “you’ve been deemed labor worthy so you’re going to narkina 5” and we know it’s a prison labor camp but the same must’ve been said to ulaf. but as we know, by the time we see ulaf, he’s an old man who seems to have joint pain and gets confused a lot and we can certainly argue that the last two points are brought on by the physical and mental stress of narkina 5 but the fact that the imperials saw this old man who (basing it on the actor, christopher fairbank) is nearing 70 years old and still deemed him labor worthy? had ulaf been in there far too long that he simply aged in there or were the imperials desperate for any labor that they saw an elderly man and looked him in his face and called him “labor worthy”? idk but still breaks my heart :/
#i don’t think he was in there that long#bc cassian was locked up for#anti imperial activity which included some stuff i forgot#but pre pord it was originally six months as stated by the judge herself#and it’s most likely ulaf went in there before pord#so he must’ve idk did some Shit to age that much (from a guy who looked ‘labor worthy’ to an elderly man with wrinkles and grey hair)#but idk he was always so fascinating to me but idk knowing the imperials#they probably just gave him some excuse as to why they needed the old man to do heavy labor for 12 hours every day#meta#ashla.txt#andor#ulaf
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I think some users on here tend to decry the incredibly broad genre of YA lit because they've become familiar with the very newest iteration, aka the most declawed, bland, predictable stories that are written specifically to go viral, and see them as representations of the whole genre. Go get your heart broken by Bridge to Terabithia and then come back to me.
#a wrinkle in time or the red-eared ghosts or love stargirl or when you reach me are all#for the teen to ya age group and they still stick in my head as some extremely interesting genre-twisting#philosophical stories that strengthened my creativity and broadened my horizons#barnes & noble / booktok just needs to give books with interesting plotlines like that a platform#rather than the same romantic plotline a million times#not that there's anything wrong with romantic plotlines. but when a book revolves its whole story around one#without introducing anything that makes it interesting or tells us something about people and life#it doesn't offer a ton of substance#but that's not what every ya novel is like by a long shot!!
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Somebody needs to watch the fucking Lion King I guess
scrunching my face real hard rn
#wear and tear is natural as fuck sorry to say#like there is an abyss of difference between taking care of yourself and the anti-aging industry#one option is basic mantainance of a living organism like eating well and sleeping enough having a good time with friends etc the other#is not smiling so that you dont wrinkle#also remember that diabetes medicine that cured aging two weeks ago? turns out if you are jot diabetic all it does is throw your#digestive system off kilter#aging is natural there is not a single fucking thing on this earth that doesn't start to slow down over time#eternal growth is very unlikely and ppl need to face that in this lifetime they'll grow old#even machines eventually stop working properly#and while we are on the topic believing that aging strips you of value is way more nazi than saying you'll die some day#because the first is a basis for eugenics and the second is just how life works
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#tag talk#many fifty year old trans women have the same problem as fifty year old cis women.#namely: you can't wear makeup like you did when you were twenty-five#like. idk I'm in the middle of processing ideas about fashion and appearance and makeup so I'm noticing it more.#and there's a very specific look on women who don't realize that they need to update their fashion as their body ages#because you do not look the same as you used to. your body has different physics than it used to#and you can't just fill wrinkles with foundation.#when the makeup doesn't match the rest of your face it just stands out.#you know those old women who end up with really jagged lipstick and super poorly done eyebrows?#because they just don't have the hand stability to do it neatly like they used to?#it's similar.#anyway thoughts about makeup and lipstick and how you can't just put on red lipstick and assume everyone will call you ma'am.#it's not a magic charm it's not a spell it's not the secret pass to everything.#I wish I could sit down some of the people I meet at work and talk about this shit but best I can do it be polite and kind and wish.
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"Well, this one is not very... good looking..."
Normal people upon seeing Riddler
#riddler brainrot#bakeoffposting#edit to clarify: to me he's some middle-aged guy who isn't conventionally attractive (ie: young smooth-faced twink)#like this man needs some wrinkles#he's really pretty to me but that's because i am obsessed with him. hence the 'normal people'#(i'm not saying wrinkles are ugly i just mean beauty standards and stuff)
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thinking about stripper reader with old man logan.
he came in every week or so — disheveled outfit and hair. he was older, sure — but not in the way most men his age looked. no — the years didn’t wear on him, but whatever he did that day did. his wrinkles weren’t deep, but the bags under his eyes were. his smile lines weren’t permanent, but the distant look in his eyes was. his bones didn’t crack because they were old, but because they were under too much stress. you couldn’t help it — you wanted to take that pain away.
no one wanted to approach him because he seemed to keep to himself — worried he was a creep or something. he was quiet, too — only speaking when he ordered a drink or another after that. he replied in nods or shakes of the head, and his eyes were always on the stage. despite the fact that he tipped well — no one bit.
you were feeling brave that day when you approached him. you kept it simple — black lace teddy, black lace thong, and black heels. hair bouncy with light makeup, hoping to keep the star of the show your eyes and smile. you knew he could see you out of the corner of his eye, and it threatened your confidence — but he had peaked your interest for too long for you to toss and stumble now.
“hey, handsome,” you spoke, keeping your tone light. “need another?”
he didn’t cock his head towards you, keeping his gaze in front. he swirled the small sip of whisky left in his glass, appearing to contemplate your question. after a moment, he responded, “dancers don’t take drink orders, darlin’.”
“no,” you spoke, laughing slightly. you bent at the hips, hoping to be lower than his eye line. “but they don’t when they give private dances — interested?”
“no, thanks.”
his voice was final — and even though you were disappointed, you didn’t want to push it. you stood then, taking a step back. “okay — i’ll send a waitress over.”
after working the room — it was your turn to take one of the side stages. you had your pick of which — but you decided to keep it as far away from the man as possible. if he didn’t want to be bothered, who were you to threaten a good tip? curiosity would not be killing the cat tonight — especially not when there was more money to be made.
a few men had gathered during your set, throwing a few dollar bills here and there as you swung your hips to the music. you had switched into a falls cowboys cheerleader outfit — white shorts, blue top, and white bra. cliche and overdone, but by the look of your tips — you couldn’t care less.
you also couldn’t care less when you noticed a set of eyes on you — the man’s.
he was unashamed in the way he stared at you. he had gotten another round at some point — but wasn’t drinking any of the contents. he simply gripped it tight as he stared at your swaying hips and perfect curves. you bit your lip at the thought of him regretting turning you away, the confidence intoxicating you. before the song ended, you made sure to lock eyes with him — letting you know that this was your stage and your body he was silently and secretly drooling over. when you sent a cheeky wink his way, he shook his head — downing his glass in an instant. you smiled when he stood from his seat, immediately darting for the “vip” lounge in the back that proudly boasted a sign that read “private dances.”
when you made your way into the back room, you were told that a certain someone had specially asked for you. once you made your way back there, you found what you were looking for.
“make me feel young again, darlin’.”
you couldn’t help but smile. he didn’t say it in an insecure way, but in a way that suggested that his day had been too long and too tiring.
“tell me how you like it?”
he didn’t say anything — he just watched you. his eyes never left yours as you flung off your top, exposing your breasts. he drank his entire glass of whisky before you had planted yourself on his thighs. the flesh of your ass was like to pillows, fit for his large hands. he didn’t touch you — but by how hard he gulped, you could tell he wanted to.
“touch me, sugar,” you whispered. “i won’t tell.”
there was hesitation in his eyes, but soon his gaze darkened. restraint had fallen through the cracks, gone and forgotten. was a shame he had already paid for the dance — you would’ve fucked him for free.
now it was time to make it worth his while.
the man beneath you ground your round hips down into his pelvis, groaning at the friction. he hadn’t seen peace or pleasure since never, but it held his facial feature hostage as his nostrils picked up on the scent of your arousal. warm, tangy juices that leaked through the lace in your panties onto the denim of his jeans.
“take off your pants,” you breathed. “i’ll remind you how young you are — if you promise you’ll show me the skill that only comes with age.”
he had you bent over the table, hands behind your back held by his belt. he planted two heavy feet next to each of your ankles, keeping your legs spread and ready for him. his thrusts were hard against the back of your hips as you only had the table’s edge to support you. you felt him repeatedly hit your cervix, wincing at the aggression.
“that’s not the spot, huh, darlin’?” he spat.
you stayed silent — wanting to see how he reacted.
“i can feel it — resistance,” he grunted. “that sweet pussy needs more, doesn’t she?”
his hard, calloused hands rotated your hips so the tip of his cock repeatedly began to smack into the softest and gummiest part of your inner walls. a moan ripped through you like no other — your back arching upwards as your hips desperately tried to meet his thrusts.
“there it is — that’s it, darlin’. come on, fight back.” you could feel the rough skin of his finger tips dig up and into your pelvis, welcoming the pressure. one of his hands moved underneath you — hauling your hips upwards — pressing against your lower abdomen. he could feel the outline of his cock fucking into your womb, stuffing you full. “i can feel how deep you’re takin’ it, darlin’ — pussy so greedy, ain’t she? — always wantin’ more? those young boys just ain’ it? i’ll take care of her, darlin’…”
you were a whining mess beneath him — practically incoherent. he could hear, smell, feel, taste everything you were feeling. he had every part of you in his hands — completely vulnerable to his mercy and touch. and when your hips started to shake — fighting with him and against him — all he could do was force them down as you took his cock. you whined and whine and whinedwhinedwhined for more until the glam makeup began to melt off your face.
the man watched as your body shook for him — him and only him. you found his wrist, holding onto it for dear life as you tired to anchor yourself. the pleasure was too much, causing your head to spin. you could feel the man rub the skin of your ass tenderly, coaxing you into your orgasm. your womb bloomed for him, wanting to suck him dry and never let him go. his groans were animalistic, filling the room as you begged him to fill your pussy. he smacked your ass once, twice, thrice before he pulled out and painted your back with his cum.
once he pulled out, you were still on your stomach on the table as you tried to catch your breath. he bent down to meet your eyes — a youthful glow on his face — before he pressed a kiss to your lips.
“you just ruined men my own age for me.”
“get your things, doll — takin’ you away from here.”
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depravity - L xoxo lmk what u think ;)
#wolverine x you#wolverine x reader#wolverine smut#the wolverine#logan wolverine#wolverine#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#logan x reader#logan howlett
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Beastmen Courting Rituals | TWST
Savanaclaw Dorm X Reader
Leona X Reader, Ruggie X Reader, Jack X Reader,
---- BeastFolk typically have instinctual ways they begin 'courting' or a relationship, some even taught from a young age certain courting rituals. (Non-Human courting rituals part 1/3)
Note: Fun fact, I began making Fae courting first but then I posted the future kid thing and didn't want to post two Diasomnia so close together!
Octavinelle Ver | Diasomnia Ver.
Jack:
It started very small, one day he was there, the next he was there again, and the next he was also there.
He was always there.
Then it got a bit... weird? You noticed that when he would approach you, he was making this grumbling, whining sounds? You don't even think he realized it. You chose to ignore this fact for now, maybe it was just because he was a beast man? You didn't want to be rude by saying anything- or make him feel embarrassed.
After that he began to help you with your hair more as well. Well, your general appearance. He'd help you fix your uniform and brush off any dust or anything you'd may want or need help with. In turn you helped him back, it was only fair after all!
Never mind his flushed face while you did this, moving small hairs back in place and picking any particles off his own uniform.
"There's our dynamic pair! beauty and the beast man." Ace teased, a confident grin on his face while you sat down at the table, Jack not too far behind you.
Jack just rolled his eyes, a small blush on his face as he ignored Ace. Aka, while he did the smart thing to do. You, however, have yet to learn that Despite so many months of friendship and raised an eyebrow at the Card boy. "What are you talking about." You rolled your eyes at the boy.
"You don't know? but it's so obvious!" Ace frowned, Grim nodding beside him in agreement, though you doubted he even knew what the boy was talking about. "His tail is always wagging like a fan when he's talking to ya! He's totally in l-" just as Ace was about to finish speaking Jack piped up, his ears straight on his head in an alert manner and his tail stiff behind him.
"I didn't get anything to drink when we got food." He excused himself, you tried to get a look at his face because he wasn't looking at you but he didn't look back and stood up.
Glancing at his tray, you didn't fail to notice the milk carton on it. Plush, Jack was always the prepared, diligent one. That was so odd... You glanced back at Ace only to find him laughing to himself like the funniest thing just happened. "Whatever, where is Deuce?" You rolled your eyes.
"Why should I know? I'm not his mom."
After that, Ace started calling you dense. Maybe you were because you really didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
After that it was like there was a switch in Jack. He began to be touchier, not that you minded of course! Cuddling with friends is always nice, and you liked to think it was because of his more... animalistic features and instincts he was cuddlier.
But somehow it felt more intimate. He'd nuzzle his face into your neck and hang off of you like he was a coat instead of a large man who was... well jacked.
You'd often wrestle him off of you because he had gotten into the habit of, as you said before, hanging off of you! He'd whine and almost instinctually wrestle you back to stay into his place.
You may not be as strong as him, but you also didn't hate the way he'd run with you at P.E. You knew he could easily run laps around everyone, but instead he stuck with you. Smiling at you exhausted look and cheering you on. "I'm sure Coach Vargas wouldn't mind us taking a break?" He laughs a bit awkwardly after you glared at him for suggesting it when he barely even broke a sweat.
It wasn't till after Leona off Handly mentioned something about you smelling like Jack. Even wrinkling his nose and saying that he "didn't have to lay it on that thick." That you started to think, maybe, just maybe, something else was going on here.
So, you went to the library. Got yourself your very own book (that you had to return in two weeks) on Beastfolk Mating rituals.
Suddenly, it made sense why Ace thought you were dense. Apparently, this was commonish knowledge in this world! And maybe you were ignoring pretty obvious signs now that you thought about it.
So, one afternoon when Jack was hanging off of you, that look in his eyes you hadn't noticed till now. You bit his hand. His ears straightened in surprise and he looked at you for a moment. A thick blush on his face.
"Am I dense or are you courting me?" You finally asked now that you had his attention.
"I have been for a while now..." He sheepishly admitted while not looking you in the eye.
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Ruggie:
He avoided you like the plague, at first.
Even now, sometimes when he's approaching you, you noticed that he might backtrack and hesitate.
Now he is a lot more relaxed, often hanging off of your shoulder. Now that he knows you won't bite his head off. His tail would wag behind him slightly while he interacted with you. A stark contrast to the stiff, alert eared boy he was just a little while ago!
You will say though, it did take some of your lunches to get here. You'd equate this process to that of getting a scared cat to approach you with treats. Now, you didn't even need the treats to get him around! He'd approach you first now too. Still with hesitance, but once he did come up to you he did seem to enjoy himself.
"He loved hanging off of you and cuddling up to you. He was very handsy, (Like most beast men, you'd later learned) His face often nuzzled into the nook of your neck. "He loved hanging off of you and cuddling up to you. He was very handsy, (Like most beast men, you'd later learned) His face often nuzzled into the nook of your neck.
"It's so weird to see a Ruggie-Senpai hang out with you so much." Deuce said off handedly one afternoon. You two were studying together when he thought of this.
"What do you mean?" You couldn't help but ask the card solider. Putting your pen down as you looked at him curiously.
The boy just shrugged, a odd look on his face. "I don't know, I just thought Hyena beast men were more... You know." he added a bit awkwardly. You decided to drop it there.
"Yeah... Anyway, I think I remember-"
The interaction stood out in your head, however. What exactly did Deuce even mean? After that interaction, you noticed a couple things as well. Beast students would look at you and nodded at you in recognition? Leona's nose would scrunch up a bit when you spoke to him (though he never made any comments on it), and when you walked into Savanaclaw a beast guy once mistook you for Ruggie before he looked at you?
What did any of that even mean?! When you asked Jack, he just said you smelt like Ruggie.
That small interaction you had with Deuce quickly began to send you down a hill of thinking about everything Ruggie ever did! How he hung off of you, and how you two hung out. It got even weirder when Ruggie offered you some food. Like he had been for a while.
This was very out of character for the Hyena boy! How did you not realize it before? So, you asked him about it. "How come you always offer me something when we eat together?"
He blushed a bit looking at you with wide eyes for a moment before shaking his head, "I do that don't I?" he laughed awkwardly, "I mean I bring food home for the neighborhood kids too. We all got to eat; you know?" He shrugged it off. You wondered what that meant, because he didn't do it with anyone else, but you failed to push him on the subject.
Your sad to say, you never fully realized what was happening till someone explained it to you.
He knocked on Ramshackle door with a handful of pretty dandelions and asked you on a date. "Perfect, would you like to um... go out with me?" he asked hesitantly, a nervous smile on his face while he put his head down. Like he was trying to protect his neck...
You said yes and it was after that Leona explained how annoying it was watching you two and basically inadvertently explained everything to you...
"That would have been helpful to know sooner." You grumbled to yourself after talking with the lion.
"Eh? Ignore him shyhehe!~ Ruggie just snickered with his usual sly smile.
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Leona:
Leona didn't really have time for games. If he liked, you he'd just come out and say it. At least, that's what you had first thought. Yes, he did use your lap as a pillow and you two did cuddle somewhat regularly. That didn't exactly mean anything. Right?
And yeah, Ruggie did scrunch his nose up and complain that you smelt too much like Leona, but that didn't matter. Leona probably didn't mean to do that; he was probably sleeping.
Did Leona roar at you? Yeah, so what? It was like a yawn; it just came out. No, he wasn't blushing! He couldn't be because you were already looking away in embarrassment.
Leona just didn't like you like that. No matter how many Courting book you read on beast men!
The Lion man in question invited you out to a Spelldrive tournament he had been practicing for. Obviously, you went without a second thought. It would be nice to see the lazy lion not lazing around for once! At least that's how you justified it.
You definitely didn't want to just see your crush play a match.
You couldn't help but notice the whole time, how Leona kept looking at you in your seat. Making sure you had just seen him perform. You'd smile and cheer for him and maybe, just maybe, a sense of pride would build up in his chest.
And maybe it was really nice to hear you cheer, and see you jump up from your seat in excitement. And maybe it was really nice to be able to cheer for him.
So you planned to confess to him after this game. "Leona I really liked you! I have for a while now!" And you did.
"Finally." He yawned and rubbed the back of his neck, you two then went to cuddle in the garden.
Did that mean you two were together now...?
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A/N: I know that some dorms aren't like nonhuman, but I can imagine that like Riddle was taught like courting customs in The Queendom of Roses, (Some queen of heart rule) or like the scalding sands have some costumes? Like the world changes because of beastmen/Fae customs and people adapted to that and added it to their own ways of approaching a relationship? Idk lol
Sorry Leona's part was quite short, I was getting tired and just wanted to get this out! But thank you for reading!
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JAMES POTTER THE MAN THAT HE IS i wholeheartedly believe would spoil you so much and you’d make sugar daddy joke about him CONSTANTLY even if you were the same age
"Why has your aunt just told me I look too young to be your boyfriend?" James leans over to murmur against your ear, throwing a glance at your aunt who's currently indulging in another glass of wine that she doesn't need.
"I dunno," You shrug, "Older ladies are always saying things about the way people look for their ages."
"Your grandma frowned at me when I came in," James recalls with a groan, "Not necessarily angry, I don't think. Just confused."
"She's always confused," You scoff, "Don't worry James; no one else thinks I've robbed the cradle."
"Y/N," It's a cousin of yours this time, elbowing you hard in the shoulder and sitting down beside you like you're not huddled up privately with your boyfriend, "I thought the wallet you snagged was halfway to the grave already. 'This his son?"
"Wallet?" Your eyes narrow, nose crinkling at the accusation, "What are you talking about?"
"You said you had a sugar daddy," Your cousin scoffs, and realization hooks your stomach, dragging it down towards your feet through an ocean of blood, "We all thought you were gonna bring some war veteran tonight, this kid looks like he just graduated high school."
"I'm twenty-two," James rambles, scandalized, "Y/N, you told them I was your sugar daddy?"
"No! No, I told them ages ago - when we started dating, that I had a boyfriend but- I mean, I dunno, I've thrown around the term sugar daddy while showing off some of your more... extravagant purchases."
"Like the cruise," Your cousin helpfully supplies, "And the tennis bracelet, and the summer home."
"That was a rental," You hiss, "Jamie, I swear I've used boyfriend 90% of the time."
"We thought she was just being optimistic," Your cousin admits, a wrinkled grimace on their face as they rush to free themselves from the awkward conversation, "But- uh, good for you two, remember me in the will."
"Oh my god," James buries his face in his hands, "They thought I was ancient. They thought I was some pervert chasing after girls, throwing money at the ones who'd pity me enough to look my way."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Jamie," You croon, taking his face into your hands and shooing his own away. He leans in desperately to the soothing kisses that you stick to his face, looking for all the world like he might die of embarrassment right here right now. For all that he moans and groans, he's tucked himself into your hold like a helpless infant, and you're happy to oblige his neediness.
"No more using the word daddy." James instructs, though he's not in a position to make orders while nestled securely in your protective grip, "Not unless we decide to take a leap of faith in the bedroom. God, no wonder your grandma was so disappointed when she saw me- I don't have enough wrinkles for her."
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