#this isn��t all of them but i just picked which ones I liked the most lol

[my-pjo-stuff]

Hi, so I saw your post asking about whether or not one could identify with the female characters written by Rick Riordan, and I wanted to share my thoughts, but for personal reasons I would rather do so anonymously. I hope you don´t mind. (I will say that I don´t currently identify as female, but I was raised under the expectations of someone who does/is and am continuously pressured into said gender role. I do partly identify as genderfluid but that is very complex and not important here. I hope even if I don’t currently identify as female, you will still read and consider this opinion as valid.)

I personally can very much identify with the female characters Rick writes. Both when I was younger and now. Having started re-reading the HoO series recently I very much for example feel a connection to how Piper is and grows as a character. I can also very much relate to the more prominent female characters in PJO (Annabeth, Rachel, Thalia) in one way or another and am quite fond of them. I do have to say that I also relate and connect with the male characters as well. I don´t personally think the female characters were written in a way that makes them any less relatable than the male characters. Issues with underlying sexist societal expectations that might be visible in RR writing are very much not exclusive to the female characters he writes (it can be found in the way he writes his male characters as well) or exclusive to RRs writing. These issues are found in a huge number of different books, by a multitude of writers and are problems that are hard to avoid if you haven´t done deep unpacking of gender roles and societal expectations, which sadly most perisex, cis people and some trans and intersex people just haven´t done.

I wanted to say something specifically to this part of your post here:

“Like the inherent feeling of living in a world stacked against you? Being forced to pick up the slack of others and do huge amounts of normal aswell as emotional labor? Not being listened to? Feeling abandoned by those around you???? Those are all feelings and issues that women tend to relate to. And Luke honestly does that great IMO. Yet I can't help but notice that this sort of reliability is completely missing from everyone else.”

I just wanted to let you know that this experience is very much not an exclusive experience to women and more maybe comparable to a general experience of marginalised people. I hope I am not bothering you with mentioning that. And I do not mean any negativity by it. Just a little info to keep in mind. (If that was unnecessary as you were already aware of it, I apologise for bringing it up)

To end this in my personal opinion Rick has definitely improved in regard to this in his newer writing and considering these issues are more of a broader societal issue than an individual issue I don´t see it as problematic as someone else might. I will also say that whether or not someone can relate to a character isn´t and very much should not be an indicator of how well the character is written in regard to their gender. The great thing about gender is that there is no “one correct way” for it. This also means that not being able to relate to female/male character even though you are the gender, does not mean it´s badly written in regard to that.

Just in case it is not clear. I do not intend to argue. I just wanted to share my thoughts anonymously.

I mean I'm certainly not really bothered by it, though I do think this is a case of agree to disagree. I mean relatability is always subjective at the end of the day, and I was really just wondering if others felt the same more than wanting to make any statement. I think that Rick's work genuinely doesn't hold up much after PJO and maybe a few smaller side stories. I do think your opinion is valid, though I think you interpreted a few things into my post that weren't there, and I'd like to clarify that.

“Like the inherent feeling of living in a world stacked against you? Being forced to pick up the slack of others and do huge amounts of normal aswell as emotional labor? Not being listened to? Feeling abandoned by those around you???? Those are all feelings and issues that women tend to relate to. And Luke honestly does that great IMO. Yet I can't help but notice that this sort of reliability is completely missing from everyone else.” "I just wanted to let you know that this experience is very much not an exclusive experience to women and more maybe comparable to a general experience of marginalised people. I hope I am not bothering you with mentioning that. And I do not mean any negativity by it. Just a little info to keep in mind"

I do not mean this bad...but I don't really get why you mentioned that? I'm not disagreeing or anything! I do genuinely agree, but I genuinely don't really know why that was brought up? I didn't really say that is was JUST women who relate to that, just that they tend to relate to it. Which was said based on my own experiences and those shared by other girls. The post is about female reliability, and me saying why I personally relate to Luke. I'm not really sure what other minorities also having to deal with that has to do with anything I said.... This is by no means an attack on you! You are completely valid in your opinion, identity and in your statement. But I'd love if you could clarify the correlation between those two topics 😅

I will also say that whether or not someone can relate to a character isn´t and very much should not be an indicator of how well the character is written in regard to their gender. The great thing about gender is that there is no “one correct way” for it. This also means that not being able to relate to female/male character even though you are the gender, does not mean it´s badly written in regard to that.

Again idk I never really wanted to imply that??? Like if it came off as me saying relatability of the characters decides whether the writing is good or not is not what I meant. I was merely expressing my own subjective opinion and asking if others felt the same. Overall I think that this doesn't have that much to do with the OG post???? And like I said I do disagree with a good chunk of it, as I do think that the female characters have much more sexism in their writing as the men. And that it doesn't really matter how society is built, as other authors like Rick who grew up and live in the same society consistently do much better. All I can offer you is for you to keep your opinion, me to keep mine and us to respect each other. I should warn you that you might not like my blog, as our opinions do seem to vary wildly. Thank you for sharing your opinion though! It's always interesting to see other POVs and counterpoints ^^ I'm happy you felt safe enough to do that with me.

[yandere-daze]

ooo!! can I ask 🍱 , 🍚 , and 🍡? if we can only send one per ask then just pick whichever u feel most comfortable responding to !! ^o^

Ask game

Thank you for sending in an ask! I´ll do all of them ^^

🍱 Do you read your own fics?

Funnily enough I do actually! I mean obviously I read over them before I post them but later too! I don´t know if it´s a blessing or a curse but I can almost never fully remember what I wrote for a post from a few weeks ago so sometimes when I see a post get some traction again for example, I reread what I wrote.

Sometimes I´m actually a bit impressed with what I wrote but other times I just start noticing all the tiny mistakes I made or think of a better way to phrase things. I guess that´s just what happens though, you´re always your own worst critic!

Also when I´m trying to find some yandere writing online and there aren´t too many posts about it, I also stumble upon my own posts in the searches and then just read them because I need something so scratch that itch knfslfn

Is that an uncommon thing? I have no idea

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?

Hm, I´d say the toughest genre for me to write is comedy, simply because it´s very different to what I usually post on here. It´s absolutely possible to combine horror and comedy but I don´t think it really fits with yandere fics that much (aside from making fun of the yanderes lmao).

Humor is also really subjective and so what I find funny might not be funny to other people. A lot of my own "humor" also fits into the dad-joke, wordplay, and exagerated tone of voice camp and those aren´t really easy to do in my writing. My native language obviously isn´t english so I have a harder time making a play on words than I have in german and it´s almost impossible to properly display a tone of voice without tone indicators, which don´t really fit in like an actual fic or something like that

🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?

Hm, emotionally difficult? That´s actually a hard one to answer because I´m usually cackling evily behind my screen as I type out my stories knfdsnkf

I don´t think I´ve ever written something I would really consider "angsty", which is what I would usually accociate with "emotionally difficult"? Like sure, I obviously cover heavy topics but I don´t think that horror is quite the same as angst.

So yes, nothing really comes to mind for this one, sorry!

[snsech]

｡˚₍ ✉️ ₎ ; REN !! ━━━━━ ━━

• he’ s got a collection of locks. it’ s gotten quite big over the years, and when he’ s feeling stressed or restless, he’ ll take a couple and start picking them. it helps him relax.

• vivian was the one to teach ren most of his tricks !! she wanted to make sure he could handle himself. and, yes, that includes lockpicking.

• it took him a long time to figure out he was gay (and a man, incidentally). this - along with his difficulty making meaningful connexions meant he had a lot of loveless relationships. eventually, he realized that it wasn’ t normal and he stopped soon before graduating. ren hasn’ t been with anyone since then, as he wants to take it seriously.

• i’ d say the closest thing to a type he has is ‘ interesting people ’ - ren would say that being able to transform into a cryptid is very, very interesting.

• his love language isn’ t ‘ words of affection ’ as one might think, but ‘ quality time ’ - just… existing in the same, safe bubble as his loved ones, away from it all.

• studying psychology, baby ! ren’ s got issues of his own, but he’ s also rather introspective, so combining this with his knowledge means that he’ s actually quite well-adjusted.

• he’ s a florida man. that’ s it. i think that says a lot.

• ren is written 蓮, and it means lotus. it’ s a flower associated with rebirths, symbolizing that his birth was the beginning of his mother' s new life.

• absolutely tone-deaf. he tries to act like it’ s only fair because he' s already this handsome, but it bothers him deep inside.

｡˚₍ ✉️ ₎ ; CALLIOPE !! ━━━━━ ━━

• she recently dropped out of college because her major wasn’ t interesting her, but she doesn’ t know what to do with herself yet.

• callie showed she was capable of seeing spirits and talking to animals when she was young, which obviously worried vivian. eventually, she realized there was nothing ‘ wrong ’ with her, and that callie just had… gifts.

• she lost her eye when she was young, and it’ s still a touchy subject for her.

• callie’ s currently the proud owner of a cat named truck. initially, truck belonged to her roommate, and she ended up keeping him with her when they moved out. since callie’s often giving them updates on how truck is doing, she likes to think they are ‘ co-parenting ’ him.

• she' s a kaneekamancer, and she absolutely loves fawning over her - it seems like she never runs out of compliments and praises for her girlfriend.

• calliope means ‘ beautiful voice ’ in greek. hers is quite soft and airy, and she’ s also musically inclined : callie knows how to sing, but also how to play the piano and the violin ! she’ s been contemplating writing her own songs…

• outside from stella and kaneeka, callie’ s very close to avery ! they share two passions together : music, and plants. most - if not all - of their conversations revolve around those two subjects.

• her sense of orientation is abysmal, i’ m not even kidding. she also happens to be airheaded and easily distracted, which are not good combo for anyone to have. if you’ re hanging out with callie… keep an eye on her or you’ ll never see her again.

• a five years old draws better than her. callie’ s very bad at it but don’ t tell her or she’ s going to cry.

[ancha-aus]

@spotaus HEy! Hey! It took me a while because i was away but I am back! (and I got my laptop so i can acutally type type and make good speed wiht typing lmao)

haha it is okay. I love these sillies and I LOVE talking about them and think a lot about powers and what fits and what vibes right but i can't always let them know these things because how would they know? So it is nice to just. Info dump :D and talk about LORE with people! So I am happy you are happy to read because i LOVE these type of interactions and so also always am hyped about asks and comments in general. I just wanne talk about the sillies and my story wiht people <3

Yes! How do monsters normally become acolytes? Generally. Being near gods and having like performing services for said god, helping them suporting them stuff like that. Let the god depend on them, than the god can give them powers as thanks and to make it more permanent. a bit like being given a boon. The gang and Nightmare have this situation to the extreme now and a direct soulbond. They are all made of magic and so that can change them and form them, which it did!

hihii I really like your conclusion! and it fits them rather well as well. But the most part what i did? how i started looking at it? I looked at what they could do, and what would fit that 'job'. Maybe a bit vague but it is the best way i can explain it hihi.

Horror you called spot on. Horror was stable, he ahs always been stable. His original job was to be the stability. be the foundation that stuff can be build on and count on. And that fitted with this. Earth bending was because it can both be very stablising. (as horror is for the group) but also VERY destructive. (which horror can be to others.) But it is something he needs to be very aware of to use. Just like he has to be aware of his own strength. (and yes. Killer would 100% have made a giant hole right away.)

Killer!! Killer my boy! His pick was easiest and hardest. I first wanted something more attacking for him but eventually I decided that he didn't need it. After all, his past trauma was that he was just Chara's weapon. That he HAD to hurt others. Giving him the ability to use his charming skills? To use those sweet talking skills he has gained over time? Stuff he has probably learned from following nightmare around FIRST and seeing Nightmare twist and turns his words and other poeples words to fit their needs? Never even needing to lie to make it work? And that works for him! Also, no one else is social anymore. Cross is an anxious boy. Dust jsut DOESN'T care enough to bother. Nightmare is a shy and terrified bean because he lost his powers and means to defend himself. Horror while nice to them ISN;T nice to others. if he doesn't care about you he isn't nice. Which leaves one person who LOVES to talk :D So he has the silver tongue.

Cross you got close with but were a biiiiit off. Because it isn't as much as him trying to hide. More like... become part of everything. Be one with everything. Cross was after all the ONLY thing left of his AU. Nothing was left over. He didn't have anything he belonged to anymore. This make shte universe truly accept him and kinda like. Make part of it. It is also a reference to the way that Nightmae would melt into shadows and hide like that. Why did i pick invisiblity? I wanted to give Cross something that he could utilise. Not just more raw power because cross just doesn't need it and it wouldnt be a thing that cross would even know how to fully use and master, he may not even want it. This? this is something that he can play and work with. He can make himself invisible, and over time also make others invisible. and that gives him option! Just a matter of Cross getting creative with his new ability <3

Dust was easy. I know that if ANYONE could handle more power it was him. He already has too much power than normal mosnters cna handle and he manages. This? This is just the logical next step for him. Emotionally it also helps. because his magic is part of his soul. and the only reason he hurt those he cared about before is because there WAS no other option. Now? Dust is stronger and has more options than ever. he will never have to make that choice ever again. which is why his very magic didn't and won't EVER hurt Nightmare. Because he doens't want to. Hsi very soul and magic both refuse to hurt the baby because that is HIS baby. The guys still get zapped but aside from like a little static shock it doens't hurt. Again, dust doesn't want to hurt them so his magic just doesn't. But this is also him getting annyoed with them still sometimes so you like nudge people to get them to stop. it is pretty much the nudge version of his new power. (which is why Killer likes to tease Dust and call them love taps (also Killer is still desperately trying to flirt with them now he realises his feelings but he always flirted already so no one bats and eye)) And yeah!! THe power is Electricity. (kinda like just energy but electricity is how it easiest takes shape) it just happens in storm because real world stuff reacting to the charge dust now carries.

I started rambling again. As i said!! I can write ESSAYS! <3 I love these sillies so much and they mean so much to me. <3

You may be spoiled but i am just as spoiled! I love your notes and messages and tags because they are so much fun and often help me better shape my ideas <3 never stop

RealAgeAU Drabble - The Tavern

*kicks in the door* HELLO! :D Guess three times who had an idea?! IT is me! Your homie!

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I am so excited because I finally got an idea on how I wanted to mention a few things! And It fits together! :D

Also, The mentioned OC is from @spotaus Who made a lovely drabble that I personally also consider canon for this AU <3 Give it some love and look at it okay? They are very talented!

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Dust looks up at the building as he tilts his skull. It looks nice enough and doesn't look like the general Grillby's building. It looks grander and like it has been expended a bunch. Dust can see some newer repairs around the fench and the walls and can only assume those had to be repaired.

Cross shuffles somewhere near him "Are we sure about this?"

Killer hums as he looks at the building himself "I mean. Dusty got that cash reward for that repair thing at the last market..." and he shrugs.

Dust nods "WAs a lot." and that is an understatement. When the mayor had said they would send a thank you for Dust repairing the generator and fridges he had figrued it would just be like some flowers.

That was usually with political people did. Send some weird present and a card about how good of a free service yoou did and all that crap.

Instead she just send a cash package that none of them had expected. As thank you for saving their market. Aparently it was the normal amount they payed for a emergancy service of this big with a nice tiny bonus. As a welcome to the community present!

It had been welcome mostly because it would help get them started after the winter and made sure they didn't need to keep getting by with tiny jobs here and there.

Horror nods in agreement "Crop said this would be a good way to get more friendly. Be seen less as hermits." Dust blinks back into the conversation and actually pays attention as he is suposed to be part of it.

Cross sounds deeply unhappy "I like being hermits..."

Dust hums as he keeps holding Nightmare. Nightmare stares slightly enchanted at the building before shaking his skull to snap himself out of it. Dust thinks they are doing a good job with helping him unlearn the bad and unhealthy habits he had from being forced into his guardian position.

But it will take more time, Nightmare still feels awkward and weird for being a child and childlike sometimes. They will eventually get that mindset out of his little skull.

More shuffles and Dust glances over. Yup. No Cross in sight. Dust doesn't point it out and just thrusts his elbow out into the general direction he last heard Cross. A groan and Cross sends him a glare as the weird invisibility starts to shift off of him.

That is another thing all four of them had silently decided to just... not talk about. Much like how he tended to now be more charged with actual electricity instead of just mana. How Killer's silver tongue has gone to the extreme and even the most stupid lies seem to be believed if he says it with enough confidence. How the very layout of their own farm shiftly slightly when Horror had been staring and nudging the area.

They just...

It is probably fine. Ngihtmare hadn't seemed alarmed by it and they just figure it is because of the apple situation. Nightmare is still slowly losing that old magic and they are nearby a lot. It would make sense they took it over slightly.

They hadn't been actively bothered by it yet and while annoying and something to keep in mind it didn't seem dangerous.

Dust nods to the door "Lets go." and he walks forwards wiht Ngihtmae in his arms.

The inside is nicely lit and warm. People are all around and Dust recognises quite a few people from all of his trips to town to repair things. he also sees some of the people who came to help them with their new house. Dust still doesnt'quite know the names of them all as he never was the best with names. That is more of a Killer and Cross thing.

Dust looks around and spots a table which is empty and marches over there. By this point easily ignoring the curious glances. He also knows that Killer is shadowing him with most likely that same stupid challenging and charming grin on his stupid charming face.

Dust takes a seat and looks at the chairs around him. He ends up pulling one near and putting Nightmare in it. Nightmare manages to look over the edge but it is a near thing. Dust tilts his skull "That good?"

Nightmare thinks it over before nodding. Then he looks to the side as he takes in someone playing the guitar and singing live music. huh. Dust wonders if that is a regular thing.

The others join them and they all take a moment to really familiarise themselves with the area. It is different but small details are the same. The shade of the lighting. The colour of the shelves. Tiny things that make the scene more familiar.

Dust used to get disbalanced and well, fucked in the head by seeing things that reminded him of his own universe. He still gets missed up if it is too much alike but he likes to think he got a bit better at handling it all.

They look up when Light walks over to them. Their flames bright as they carry menu's in their multitude of arms. They greet them and gives everyone a menu before getting a small notepad out "Any ideas for drinks?"

Dust shrugs as he lokos at Ngihtmare. Nightmare reads the drink part of the menu wiht a serious and thoughtful look before looking up at the fire elemental. he pauses for a moment before speaking "Can I have a root beer float?"

Light's flames flicker happily as they note it down "One root beer float for the very polite skeleton." they looks at them and wait.

Dust hums and mutters "Same." Light nods nad notes it down.

Killer looks at the different drinks and settles for some latte coffee which he will probably put an unholy amount of sugar into. DUst would be worried about the caffeine if he didn't already know that caffeine just didn't affect Killer.

Horror ends up asking for some fresh mint tea and Cross just asks for sparkling water.

With those orders out of the way Light lets them be to look at the menu. Some items hit the guilt filled part of his soul as it reminds him of things of the past but he shakes it off. Those are normal menu items. Even so Dust decides to take the chicken and egg dish. Mostly because it seems like a this universe thing.

Horror ends up picking the same as Killer ends up going for an unholy amount of fries. Nightmare ends up picking pumpkin soup and Cross joins Nightmare with his order.

Light brings them their drinks, which honestly? Rather brave of the fire elemental to bring them liquids. They take their order and leave for a short while to get everything ready.

Nightmare goes back to listening to the live music as Dust and the other three make light conversation. They keep their conversation vague as they talk abotu old missions and stupid stuff that happened. They share chuckles and it is honestly nice to relax.

Their food is brought over and Light looks at them nervously "So... How is the flower doing?"

Horror looks up before answering "It is well. It stands in the window near the fire place."

They had ended up moving the burning flower there as it served as a nice night light for Nightmare. Nightmare denied being uncomfortable in the dark but Dust thinks the darkness still freaks him out a bit now that he lost his nightvision after becoming little again.

Dust can only imagine the panic he feels if he thinks he was left alone agian. Abandoned again.

It is also why Cross invested some of the hard earned cash into fairy lights and strung those up all along and above the nest. Light it up better.

Nightmare slept much more soundly and woke up less int he middle of the night now and for them it hardly mattered if it was dark out or not.

Light, heh, lights up as they say they are happy to hear that before happily skipping off.

Dust snorts and shoots Cross an amused grin "they are enchanted by you." and he snorts again when Cross sputters.

"Hardly!" Cross glares as he blushes and his arm disappears out of view again. Luckily Killer sees and nudges where the arm used to be, bringing it back into view.

Cross crosses his arms and huffs.

Killer grins and winks at Cross "I can see why. soldier boy is so strong and reliable and a true knight in shining armour." and he winks again.

Cross sputters and his blush grows even darker as he looks away from Killer "Stop being weird..." Killer laughs and hugs Cross.

Horror watches them with a fond look before turning his focus on Ngihtmare and getting him to eat his soup. Something about little babybones needing energy to heal and grow.

Dust gets to work on his own meal as he watches the others. Soul feeling warm and content to see them all here. He really likes not being alone anymore.

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[laceymorganwrites]

Relationship hcs: chausseurs

Roland:

okay we all know this man has too much energy

prepare for spontaneous dates

sometimes he just picks you up and runs to a new cafe that opened because he just remembered where it was

surprise: you get lost

Roland is the type of person who forgets all your important dates (like birthdays and anniversaries, that man doesn´t even remember his own birthday so don´t hold it against him)

he´s actually super romantic but his gestures are always a bit too grand, a room full of flowers sounds nice but at the same time: where are u gonna sleep now?

out of the three he definitely takes you on the best dates though

mostly because he always finds the best spots 

not even on purpose, he just loves walking through the city with you and will stop and literally every shop that peaks his interest

he´s actually not that dense when it comes to confessions, probably the one who confessed first too

since he doesn´t have a problem in expressing his own feelings he loves pda as well, he just loves showing you off (which pisses the others off sometimes but as if he cares, sometimes he does it just because of that)

he will make you feel like a royal at all times

worships the ground you walk on

he loves picking you up the most

also tickling you

loves hearing you laugh

he gets lost in your eyes so much and loses his track of thought every single time, just stops talking all of a sudden

his favorite date activity is probably stargazing because he loves walking around nature anyways and is a fan of romantic gestures and such so those cheesy dates are the best for him

Astolfo:

this bitch

he´s team: I´ll never fall in love (partly cause he´s petty that he´s the only single one and partly cause he knows he´s a lot and doesn´t want to do that to his partner)

cue you entering his life

that guy´s brain suddenly doesn´t work anymore

seriously, he can´t focus anymore, it´s a problem

it takes so long for you two to actually get together

which is all his fault because he´s too intimidating

you wanted to confess three times and he always brushed you off saying he had no time etc. 

mostly he did that cause he literally doesn´t know how to act around you and therefore pushes you away like everyone else

you literally have to get Roland´s help to finally get him to listen

Roland and Olivier always teased him about him being dense, they told him a bunch of times you liked him but he never believed them

you´re way too good for him

he will test your patience, so much so that in the end you just yell at him that you want to go out with him 

everyone hears

up to this point you didn´t even know he was capable of blushing but yup he is

he´s stuttering as well, it´s really cute

just yells back at you trying to confirm that it isn´t just a joke 

Olivier is muttering in the background ´how can anyone be this hopeless?´

you look at him dumbfounded and just drag him with you to the city into some cafe

once he calms down it´s actually a really nice date

he´s a great listener and makes you laugh

gets super possessive of you but nobody will dare to even look at you

Olivier:

he loves to dance with you

not too romantic in gestures but he sometimes will say the sweetest things to you out of nowhere

not a fan of pda at all but he is so fucking clingy in private

he´ll even let you do his hair

he loves playing with your hands for some reason

getting alone time with him is so hard because of his work

but he actually misses you a lot, especially when he has to go on a mission with Roland

he´s a good cook and his favorite dates with you are either a home cooked dinner or a picnic where no one can disturb you

he can only sleep if he has you in his arms and yes he has an iron grip, he won´t let you go

he will avoid letting you meet his colleagues because he´s lowkey scared you´re gonna leave him (he doesn´t want you to think he´s incompetent because the other two are such idiots)

however you annoy him so much that he just can´t refuse you anymore after a certain point

the first hand embarrassment he feels when Roland just hugs you out of nowhere and won´t let you go all like: yayyy you´re part of the family now!

he will tell you all the embarrassing things that Olivier has ever done and latter isn´t having any fun because you didn´t need to know any of that

you actually get al0ng quite well with Roland and Astolfo 

so in the end when you get home with Olivier you´re kind of sad he never talks about work

because you´re actually super impressed about his strength and praise him for it which he is surprised by since he feared you´d be bored by work talk

now he´s way more relieved though and tells you everything much to your delight

[random-yandere-fandom]

Any headcannons of yandere Sebastian from Black butler you wanna write about? Btw i loved that affectionate reader one you made ♥️

Thank you a lot! I`m happy you requested that because recently some videos rekindled my love for him.

Yandere Sebastian headcanons

As I have mentioned just about any time I`ve written for him, he`ll find some kind of excuse to get some cats. There are many advantages to them after all! You won`t be lonely when he has to work, they don`t require as much work as other animals - he`ll mention dogs as a negative example - they are easy to get along with if you know how to treat them and if you don`t, Sebastian is always happy to show you the ropes. They are elegant and cute, and did you know that their purring is designed to calm others? They come with all kinds of personalities, shy or affectionate, calm or playful, quiet or loud, so certainly there will be one that you`d like. He`ll be ecstatic if you are willing to get some of these wonderful creatures but if you`re hesitant or downright against it he has no problem convincing you, writing essays on why they`d be beneficial if needed.

Sebastian has built an entire manor in, like, a few hours, so it is in no way unreasonable to say that he`d build you a home you can feel comfortable in. Do you want it near a lake? No problem. A private library? What kind of books do you want in what systematic order? There are barely any limits, though there are a few rules. Nothing to endanger you, for example. As such, your home is at a certain longer distance to the Phantomhive manor as to not get you caught up in one of the multiple assassination attempts. It shouldn`t be close to any civilisation for a fact, your demon is generous to you alone and possessive to a fault, a dangerous mix to anyone who`d think his kindness is an inherit trait and not the privilege only you possess. It is still close enough that he can visit you throughout the day though.

Should you be less accepting of your new partner despite his attempts to charm you he`ll resort to other methods. That most likely happens before he kidnaps you move in together and if you are suspicious of his motives. Such methods are but are not limited to: endangering you to save you, isolating you through manipulation or making himself a bigger part of your life than he already is. Another attempt might be to kind of reward or punish you for certain behaviour. When you`re nice, listen and treat him kindly he`ll make sure your day is absolutely fantastic. Your favourite stuff is on sale, you found some money on the road, no one bothers you. On the other hand if you`re cold, indifferent and ignore him you will wish your day would just be over. Your clothes somehow get caught up everywhere and rip, there seem to be more insects than normal that just seem to target only you and somehow whatever you start never gets finished because stuff keeps happening needing your immediate attention. You`ll end up gravitating towards him sooner or later.

His main languages of affection are acts of service and words of affirmation. As a butler he is used to performing all kinds of tasks and it just seems natural to do stuff for you. Even better if he manages to impress you, he`s a proud demon and hearing your praise makes him incredibly happy. He`s also extremely vocal, feeling no shame when complimenting you, sometimes out of the blue. Sebastian flirts with you a lot and whether you get flustered, which he finds endearing, or flirt back, in which case he will want to test how far he can go before you are left blushing, it makes his day.

If you`re interested in history or demons you`re welcome to ask him all kinds of questions. There might be some parts that Sebastian leaves out, finding them too dreadful to tell you, but he loves recounting stories, teaching facts and especially, your attention focused solely on him. He is well versed in other areas, too, and if he found your interest in a subject he had no need to learn beforehand, know that he will be an expert in no time.

To add on to that, he puts effort into capturing your attention. I headcanon him to be a good singer so he will sing for you. He`s an amazing cook and if you want you can try make something together with him. The demon will find all kinds of activities that you can do together and that make you pay attention to him. Ignoring him for something else like a book might inspire him for more... drastic measures. He`ll begin calling out for you, poking your sides before flat out laying down on you. He isn`t human and while he prefers to lay down in ways that obey the laws of science as to not disturb you, he might change his mind should you still not show any reactions. If you even ignore that, just to spite him and amuse you, he`ll try to take away whatever has you focused. Now you can only flat out ignore him, at which point he`ll sigh before standing up. Picking you up he`ll hold you across from him engaging you in a staring contest. You will crack at some point and as a kind of punishment he`ll carry you around, refusing to set you down with the explanation that you might focus on something else again if he does.

[nighttimewrighter]

Oh, Mary

Summary: A short John Shelby x Reader one shot, in which their youngest daughter may or may not have tried their talent as a hairdresser

Warnings: None, just remember english isn´t my native language (maybe not prrof read I´ve wrote this around roughly 2-3am).

Have fun and stay safe darling😙🥰

MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST

It had been a normal morning in the Shelby Household.

It had actually been quiet the beautiful morning.

But it HAD been.

Because as (Y/N) Shelby had finally finished getting all the Shelby kids out of bed and ready for breakfast she wasn´t able to find Mary. 

The youngest daughter. She had only turned four a couple of weeks ago and was only to be described as Johns apple of the eye. The little girl had a truly stunning smile and beautiful hair, framing her face that resembled her mothers so much, it could have been a copy. John always had said that she looked like an angel… but had the personality of the devil himself.  After all, she was a clever little wicked Shelby.

And exactly that had been the reason for (Y/N)s worry when she wasn´t able to find the little girl.

Asking Marys sisters first, they all didn´t know where she had gone either, neither did her brothers. So desperate, (Y/N) asked one of the nannies, who immediately freaked out as well, so they didn´t know either! Like mad women the three raided the house, already having bad thoughts and anxiety climbing up her spine, (Y/N) finally found something.

On the bathroom floor, right in front of the mirror laid her sowing scissors, almost gleaming mockingly at her. Perfectly placed at the edge of the countertop in front of which stood a little chair. All around lay, what (Y/N) could only prescribe as a battlefield like scene, a dozen of little Marys beautiful locks. Scattered around and torn to shreds. (Y/N) looked around in shock finally spotting her youngest daughter, who stood in the midst of all, smiling at herself being completely proud of her handiwork. Finally noticing her mother, the little girl turned around. “Mommy Mommy!” She beamed up at her, throwing her arms around in the air, all excited. “Look look what if done!”

John would literally have a heart attack once he´d see this! “Oh, Mary!” Not yet able to decide whether she should scold the little girl, or laugh at the situation, she had to slightly snicker and picked up most of the hair.

As she picked up most of it, she went out into the hallway again, telling the nannies that she found out what had happened. So they wouldn´t worry anymore.

Mary followed her mother curiously and (Y/N) was finally able to examine the work of her daughter in the daylight.

It looked hideous!

One side was completely shaved off, while the hair at the back of her head had almost stayed the original length and the one on the left was only half cut off.

It was truly a shame what happened to Mary's hair, but (Y/N) couldn´t stop herself from slightly grinning. She could very vividly remember the day she had done exactly the same thing to herself...and her little sister as well. Her parents had been furious but it was one of her core memories of joy. Nearly every girl goes through something like that after all.

Carrying the little girl on her hips, she walked past the two nannies, who immediately gasped in shock! They definitely had expected something bad… but this? They silently stared in shock for a couple of minutes, before they were able to look at their mistress...would she be angry with them? But when they saw her slightly smiling, they had to snicker themselves. It definitely was funny!

Especially the way Mary herself was so absolutely obvious to what she had actually done.

“What’s so funny here? Do you mind sharing the joke?”  Suddenly a voice beamed behind them and /Y/N) turned around. “John!”  She exclaimed and smiled at him. “Dada! Look look!”  Little Mary began to struggle in her mother’s arms, who finally let her down.

John, not expecting what would come, held out his arms, lifting her back up. But then it hit him. “What the fuck!?”  He immediately looked at his wife, who was silently scolding him for the swearwords.

“What happened here!?”

“I cut my hair daddy! I look beautiful now! Just like Momma says when you cut yours!”  

Mary happily ruffled her hair and smiled at her Father lovingly, who in return couldn´t stay angry at a sight like that.

“Don´t worry John...every father of a little girl has to go through this...and oh so much more!”

(Y/N) had to grin again, as she ruffled his own hair. “And besides….we will always love our little Mary. Whatever haircut she chooses next… right love?”

“Next!? Why would there be a next time! I´ll ban all these scissors out of this god damn house meself if I have to!”

Only laughing (Y/N) nodded her head, returning to setting the table so they could finally have breakfast. Sure he would. But they all knew how well keeping a Shelby from what they want works. And their kids definitely were Shelbys.

[capitainelevi]

Thank you!! ❤ ❤

I wrote a whole fic outline instead of headcanons, but I hope you`ll still enjoy it!!

Petra`s mom had an affair with Rod Reiss. Upon discovering she was pregnant, she worried for her child`s future, and she went into hiding with the help of one of the men working for Rod, who had a soft spot for her. He helped her get settled inside Wall Rose and got her a job at an inn. She and Petra remained there, and Petra took up a job serving tables at the inn`s dining place.

Erwin uncovered the truth about the real royal family from one of Rod`s men, who told him about Petra`s existence as well, worried that Rod himself was close to finding her. Seeing an opportunity in being the first to discover this, Erwin took Levi, and they went to see Petra and her mom.

Erwin wanted to observe Petra first before letting Levi in on his plan. They had dinner at the inn, and Petra served their food. Erwin tried to make small talk with her, but Petra kept throwing looks at Levi, whom she found more interesting. Levi was quiet, and when Erwin asked him what he thought of Petra, he just brushed it off, as he would never admit that he found her beautiful. When she brought their note, Petra smiled at Levi and wished him a good night, and he just nodded at her.

When they got to their room, Erwin told Levi about the truth of Petra`s identity. It took Levi all the self-control he had not to hit Erwin across the face when he told him he needed him to marry Petra. Erwin planned to overthrow the current rule, and he thought it would be in his interest to have someone on the throne that he could control. He told Levi that by doing this, he would also keep Petra safe from her father, so Levi agreed to the fake marriage if Petra was in on it.

They both went to talk to Petra and her mom in the morning. Petra was shocked upon learning the truth about her identity, and she strolled out on the meeting. Erwin told them to keep an eye out for Rod`s men and get back to him when they made a decision. Levi went out to look for Petra, and he found her sitting on a bench in the square. He didn`t tell her anything at first, waiting for her to talk to him if that`s what she wanted. Petra thanked him for checking up on her, and she told him about her mom and how her life had been so far. Levi told her again that she didn`t have to do this if this isn`t what she wanted and assured her that he would never do something to harm her if she chose to marry him.

They both went back to the inn, and Petra told Erwin that she needs some time to think about it and that she would get back to them when she made up her mind.

A week later, Erwin got a letter with Petra`s answer. A few days later, along with a few other scouts, they waited for Petra to walk down the aisle. For her wedding day, she wore a simple white dress and had a small lily bouquet in her hands. Levi was dressed in his military attire. After she got next to Levi, he told her she looked decent enough, and Erwin smiled, knowing that this was Levi`s equivalent of telling her she was gorgeous. Petra was nervous throughout the ceremony, and Levi took her hand in his and squeezed it. They skipped their vows, and when the kissing part came, Petra got flustered. Levi got nervous as well, but he tried to hide it. He raised her veil and gave her a chaste kiss, which to their surprise, they both deepened and prolonged. The sound of the guests clapping make them break it off, and they made their way back to the barrack for their wedding night. Petra changed into a casual dress while Levi prepared tea for the two of them. They had dinner and tea in his room and spent the whole night talking about each other. Levi was surprised at how comfortable he felt in her presence, and Petra felt the same way about him. She was happy Levi was opening up to her, as she first saw him as a very private man. When Petra fell asleep, he carried her to his bed, and he went to sleep in a chair.

Petra moved in with him in the separate building that the Special Ops squad used, and everyone in the Corps was curious to learn more about Levi`s beautiful wife and how he got someone like her. Most of them were too scared of Levi to try to talk to her, except for Levi`s squad, who bombarded Petra with questions at breakfast the next day. They all hit it off right away, and Petra became close to them, especially to Eld. They fell in love with Petra instantly, especially when she started baking sweets for them.

Petra found a job at another inn near the barracks, and Levi came to pick her up from work every evening. After having dinner with the guys, they retired to their bedroom, where Levi continued writing his paperwork, and Petra usually read. She prepared tea for them every time, and after seeing how much Levi is struggling with paperwork, she told him to teach her how to help him. They spent the free extra time talking, and sometimes Levi took her up to the roof for stargazing. They both developed feelings for the other over time, but neither of them was ready to make a move.

Petra took the bed, and Levi assured her every night that he didn`t need one to sleep, that he was better off in his chair. Eventually, she convinced him that they could share it, and even though they had some distance between them, Levi found himself falling asleep from time to time.

Petra came to the gate to see them off for every expedition, and she spent the whole day thinking about Levi`s safety. On one mission, Levi got hurt, and Petra ran home from work when she got the news. He didn`t want to go to the medical ward, so Petra stitched up his wounds in their bedroom. Petra sat on his lap, and she kissed him, putting all of her love into it. Levi reciprocated the kiss, and when they broke it off, Petra told him how she feels about him. Levi told her he liked her as well, and their marriage turned into a real one from that point.

Erwin was expecting this, and Gunther, Eld, and Oluo were surprised that it took them this long to get together. Hange lifted Levi in their arms and asked them how long until there`s a baby with his scowl running around the barracks. Petra feared for their life at that moment.

When Levi lost his squad, he had Petra by his side, and they mourned together. He tried to keep her safe and left her at the inn while he went to guard Eren. Petra wasn`t happy to be separated from Levi, but she understood he wanted to keep her safe.

When Rod found out about Petra being his daughter, he had her kidnapped along with Eren. She tried to fight his men off and hoped Levi would get news of it in time. When Hange told him Petra went missing, he swore to kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on her.

Rod tried to get close to Petra at first, but she didn`t fall for his act. He tried to convince her that eating Eren was her duty, but she refused. Petra heard Levi fighting Kenny and tried to make a run for it. Rod overpowered her, and Levi entered the room only to witness as Rod injected Petra with the titan serum in her neck. He froze, conflicted between saving his wife or saving Eren. To their surprise, Petra never transformed, and Rod tried to inject her again. Petra kicked him, and the last syringe broke, and Rod consumed the remaining serum in her place.

Levi hurried and took Petra in his arms and apologized for not taking better care of her. She kissed him to shut up his ranting and told him to go after her father. Even though he never voiced it out, Petra knew losing Kenny hurt Levi, and she stayed by his side to mourn together when it happened.

After defeating Rod, Levi took Petra to Hange, so they could figure out why the serum didn`t work on her. They discovered that Petra was pregnant, and her carrying a child with Ackerman blood made her immune to the serum.

Levi was ecstatic about them having a child together, and he swore he would never let her or their child get hurt again. He and Petra cried when they heard the news. Levi threatened Hange that if the words about this ever leave their mouth, it would also be their last.

Petra was crowned queen, and she and Levi promised that they would try to make Paradise a better place for the people. Levi threatened Petra`s new council from the first meeting, saying that he would not hesitate to kill anyone who ever tries to transform his wife into a shifter.

After Shiganshina, Levi was devastated by Erwin`s death. Petra gave him all the time and space he needed, letting him know that she is there for him should he need her comfort. Hearing the truth about the world didn`t make them regret having a child, and it only made Levi more motivated to fight for what he loved.

Levi and Petra waited for the world to make its next move, determined to set a better future for their son.

[goldie90]

The ideal pet for each Sawyer

Bubba: A Cat 🐈

A cute fluffy kitten would be just perfect for Bubba. He would absolutely adore it and cuddle and play with it at any chance he get.🤗 Most likely he met his furry little friend when one day it just showed up at the Sawyer´s property. It was love at first sight and he wanted to keep it. At first Drayton wasn´t very fond of the idea, but in the end he begrugingly allowed Bubba to keep the cat, with the justification that it could be useful, because it hunts mouses and rats. (Secretly Drayton loves the cat, but being the grumpy old man he is, he would never admit it. But when no one´s looking he pets the cat and gently tickles it behind it´s ears 😊)

Nubbins: A Dog🐕

Nubbins likes to spend a great amount of time outside, so a dog would be ideal for him. He would probably take it with him anywhere he goes, so when he hitch a ride, the people who pick him up would not only have to deal with the crazy guy who tries to sell his pictures to them,📸 but also with the dog who´s meanwhile chewing on their bags.🙄 Also, he would take the dog to the graveyard with him, so it can keep watch while he´s busy robbing some graves. Then he would share the bones he found with the dog,🦴 giving every piece he don´t need for his art projects to it. He would also try to train the dog to hunt escaping victims down, cause why not? The dog seems just perfect for the job and it´s a nice thing to do together. Drayton most likely hates the dog, because it always steals his shoes and chews on them, already destroyed more than one pair in the process. Also, one time he even caught it chewing on his broom, which is the worst thing the dog could ever do to him. He only allows Nubbins to keep it, cause he thinks it could be useful to have a dog, but he don´t want to have it in the house, so the dog stays outside, or so he thinks. Nubbins will often sneaks it inside when Drayton is at work or asleep. 

Chop Top: A Parrot🦜

Look at this colourful bird - isn´t it groovy? That´s what Chop thought when he first laid eyes on his feathered buddy. Also an animal that is able to talk? Really groovy. Chop will try to teach it singing all his favorite songs🎵 and damn, will he be proud if it actually works! The parrot will live in a cage in his room, but will barely ever be in it, cause most of the time it will either sit on Chop´s shoulder or just freely flying around the house. And of course, it not only sings songs, but also talks and one of the things it can often be heard saying is “Music is my life” Also, it might called Drayton a “dog dick “ a few times and told him to “Lick my plate” much to the amusement of everyone in the household, except Drayton. He don´t like the bird and demands that Chop keeps it in his room, but of course Chop doesn´t listen and so the parrot still flies freely and happily though the house.

Drayton: A Fish🐟

I don´t think that Drayton would even want a pet in the first place. What is it good for? He already got his broom🧹and that´s the only friend he needs. But if he´d decide to get a pet it would be a fish. A nice looking fish in an aquarium that he would put in his room. It´s the ideal pet for him, because it´s quiet, it doesn´t need much attention and watching it swim around can be really relaxing. So after a long day with lots of work, Drayton will sit in his room and just watching the fish, thinking about how easy life must be if you living in an aquarium and have nothing to worry about. No work, no taxes, no brothers who´s driving you insane.... Yeah, being a fish would be really nice. If he thinks about it for too long, he might even get jealous of the fish, to the point that he almost wants to beat it with the broom, but of course, he would never do this. He don´t want his broom getting wet, also he spended a good amount of money on the aquarium. (That´s just what he tells himself, but the truth is that Drayton really loves his fish, but of course, he would never admit it) 🙄

Grandpa: Well, due to his health state, he isn´t even able to take care of himself, so he definitely can´t take care of a pet. And because of that I think the best thing for him would be....

A stuffed cow

[aliceaddellheidde]

Birthday boy

A/N: I tried. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY BARNES!!! ❤️💜💙💚💕

WORDS: 1838

WARNINGS: swearing, smut (graphic, 18+)

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader {A/B/O AU}

DISCLAIMERS: English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

I stole pic from ig of man who looks just like Bucky!!! 😱🤣

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You woke when Sun rays tickled your face. Space next to you was empty and cold which meant that Bucky, your Alpha and husband, went to check borders with his friends. Today was his birthday and you had plans for you both. Nice yummy breakfast, you as a dessert, small party with your big family and then hopefully special evening for you present. You checked if it´s still under pile of your t-shirts and then went down to make breakfast.

Bucky walked in the kitchen twenty minutes later, sweaty. „Good morning beautiful.” he kissed top of your head. „Morning handsome.” He wanted to hug you, but you pushed him away, laughing. „Have a shower first.” „When I´ll be done with you, we both will need another one! Do I really have to go?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. „I dare you to sit to the table dirty and sweaty! Now, shoo.” „Damn you, you feisty Omega.” He groaned but left.

You have been together for six years, four of it as married couple. When you were younger, you were sure you don’t wanna tie down to someone in very young age. But Fate had other plans and one day you literally fell down the stairs right into arms of the most beautiful Alpha in the college. Since that day you couldn’t get his smell from your head. Few weeks later you went on your first date and years later you were married. He worked as auto mechanic and because you didn't have kids yet, you still had your work too.

You heard when he stopped the shower and put bacon and eggs on pan. „All clean and fresh wifey!” Bucky walked to you and kissed you. You smelled cypress and sandalwood from his warm body and deepened kiss a little bit. But sizzling sound ruined everything. „I think our food is ready my little Omega.” he smirked at your pouty face. „Quicker we will be done with this, quicker we can have fun.”

He seated you on kitchen counter, your legs open. Your hands were everywhere, his on your hips as you were stealing air from each other in heated kisses. „Bedroom.” he breathed and picked you up. You were on third step when Steve and Sam walked into your house. „Sorry Y/N, but we need Bucky.” Your husband growled and you apologetically smiled at him. „Again? I was with you in the morning guys.” „We know Buck, but as Alphas we have duties. Even on your birthday.” said Steve. „We will wait outside.” He nudged Sam. „Yeah and girls are waiting for you in the Dome Y/N.” They both left and he finally put you down. „Sometimes I hate being an Alpha. Too much work.” He buried his face into crook of your neck where your connection mark was and then kissed his way to your lips. „I´ll see you later, my sweet Omega.” You kissed his cheek and went to change your pyjama for something more appropriate.

You loved your small family. As you walked to Dome you saw younglings playing with youngest Alpha of your pack, Peter. You all lived in cabin camp encircled by forest and you couldn’t imagine better life.

„Y/N! You are finally here.” „Hi Wan. I heard you need me?” „Yes. You know one Alpha eats for three and we need more food because of guests. Pepper, Sharon and Laura are in the kitchen.” „Yes boss!” Laughing, you walked in the kitchen and were surprised that there was still space to walk. „Are you ok?” you asked your friends, who looked like they were hit by heat wave. „It´s not funny Y/N. It so hot here and windows are not very helpful.” „Sorry Pepper. I´m here to help.” You end up baking cakes and bread and gossiping about your Alphas.

Bucky found you hours later, dressed nicely in jeans and flannel shirt. „Why is your hair wet?” you asked him and yanked croissant from his hand. „Hey! I´m hungry.” „You will have plenty of time later. Now lets go home. I can´t show up on your birthday party covered up in flour.” He laughed with you, easily picking you up and carrying you to your cabin.

You were in shower and he sat on the toilet. „Boys took me to cliff. You know we love jumping in water. Thus wet hair.” „You are like small puppies in adult bodies, I swear.” „Yet you married me.” His eyes were scanning your naked body with dilated pupils and his tongue wetted his lips. „I'm the happiest Alpha on this planet.” His mouth crushed into yours and somehow you ended up lying on your bed underneath him. „I wanted you all morning doll.” He nipped at your neck, clavicles and you gasped when his tongue touched your hardened nipples. You could feel him getting hard as he was rubbing against your wet core. His kisses travelled down your ribs, belly and hips. And finally when he was ready to taste his finest dessert, noise from outside stopped him. You both sighted, defeated. „Damn it! Why they have to cock-blocking me on my birthday?!” You stood up with a huff and put on Bucky´s favourite dress with over-the-knee socks and you chuckled when you heard his breath hitched. „You like it?” You turned to him. „Fuck Omega. You are killing me! Once we are done at the party I´m putting a baby in you.” You moaned at the idea of it. „That´s what you want?” You nodded vigorously. „Words, my sweet Omega.” His fingers traced your face and shoulders. „Yes Alpha. I want your pups.” He smiled wildly. „Great. I love you doll.” He kissed you gently. „Time to go.” He took your hand and together you went to welcome your friends from other packs.

Bucky was happy. He was having great time eating, drinking, singing, playing games and telling stories with other members yet he was checking you from time to time. Once you were with other Omegas, then eating and talking to young Betas. But his heart fluttered when he saw you playing with kids. You were laughing and tickling them and you glowed under warm light in the Dome. He felt his Alpha stirring deep inside of him and your smell overpowered the others. It was feral feel he couldn’t fight any more. He had to have you.

You instinctively felt his eyes on you and when you looked his way he was already standing and walking your way. He was few metres away from you but you smelled his cypress and sandalwood immediately. It made you all warm and your heart sped up. „Sorry kids. I need some fresh air.” They all protested but you were already walking away.

„Fuck you and fuck all my friends.” he growled once he had you pinned against barn wall in the dark. He wasn't angry, just frustrated. And his voice was making you wetter with every word he said. „I will make you feel better.” Your small hand was fumbling with his belt but he stopped you. „No. There is no time. I have to be in you. Now.” You quickly took off your panties and seconds late you were lifted by his strong arms. His cock was warm at your entrance and his breath shallow. „Please Bucky. Keep your promise my big, strong Alpha. Put a baby in me.” He snarled and pushed himself inside of you in one movement. Your loud moans for sure heard guests at the party even over the music. But neither of you cared. „Please move Bucky.” He smirked and started shifting in and out in fast strokes. His thumb was playing with your clit and in mere minutes you felt him growing inside of you and you revealed your neck for him more. His knot swelled and his teeth sank in your soft flesh. Your body was built for this but it was still like someone threw you under hot water. Your body was burning, you were hardly breathing and your head was numb from all that pleasure. Bucky was slowly licking drops of blood from your neck and then he kissed you. „You are the best my sweet, sweet Omega.” He pushed damp hair from your face. „You think it worked?” You were trying for baby for over two months now. You cheekily smirked at him. „It worked three weeks ago.” He was shocked. „What?! And you didn't tell me?” „Happy birthday daddy.” He kissed you again, this time tenderly. „I can´t believe it! All those role plays and other things we did, worked.” You smiled at him lovingly. „It did.” For moment you were quiet. „We should go back.” he sighted. „But damn girl your triggered my Rut again.” He pull out off you slowly and helped you to clean yourself with his shirt. „And you my Heat, so we are even.” He crouched down, his face in front of your belly. „Hello baby.” he said softly. „I love you. And your momma.” You caressed his head and started to cry. „Oh baby, we made her teary. Don’t worry. I´m gonna fix it.” He stood up and took your face in his hands. „You are not going on the party again. Go home. I will be there soon.” He kissed your nose and was watching as you walked to your cabin.

He went the other direction. Some unmated Omegas were glancing at him but he didn't care. He stood up in the middle of small stage and tapped on microphone. Everyone looked at him. „I wanna thank you all for coming to my birthday party and for the presents. But now I have to leave you and take care of my pregnant wife.” His smile was wide when he looked over the surprised faces. „I'm gonna be a father!” he shouted and room erupted in happy screams and congratulations. „Ok, ok. Yeah, it´s amazing. Thank you all again and good night.” He almost ran away from there as he felt another hot wave rush through his body.

You were waiting for him in your bed with wooden box and card on top of it. „Is it for me?” You nodded and watched him as he opened the card and started to cry over black and white photo. „It´s so tiny.” he choked. „I know.” Now you were crying too. „Our baby Barnes.” „And what´s in the box?” „Open it.” He did and took out small pair of trainers. One had 'girl' on it and the other one had 'boy'. „I don’t know which one we are having so I took both.” you whispered. He reached in box again and found soft bodysuits in different colours and a dummy. After few moments when he was just staring at it and silently crying, he smiled at you. „It´s best birthday present ever. Thank you doll.” You put everything away and climbed on top of him. „Ready for round two, birthday boy?”

[mariamermaid]

Opposites attract

Mandalorian/ Din Djarin x fem Reader

Summary: When seeing you actually fighting for the first, he realizes you couldn´t be more different. Living together on the Razor Crest, he observes your demanding work you put into your skills, aka. your yoga morning routine.

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none

A deep breath escaped his mouth, the air building a small cloud in the freezing cold of the razor crest. His muscles felt sore and he massaged his neck, which was revealed for a change. The child slept peacefully, it wasn´t even 6am. yet.

He enjoyed the silence, everything felt at still. No time, just floating through the massless galaxy, which extended eternally.

Suddenly, he heard soft steps on the metal floor. His first instinct was to grab his helmet, but he awaited at the ladder, listening to your movements across the ship. Din wasn´t a person that slept a lot, but after two weeks of traveling with you, he realized, that you were up even earlier than him. He was curious; what were you doing up at this still nightly time?

Just like he had guessed, you weren´t aware of his presence that day.

In the back of the ship, where most space was offered for some kind of cargo, you found your place. Din followed you at a safe distance, you didn´t turn on any light on the way, clearly knowing where to step. How had he always missed your routine? He lurked across the corner, luckily you didn´t even face his direction.

You grabbed a mat, rolled it out on the floor and then started simply stretching. The Mandalorian watched in fascination; while the first exercises seemed easy and loosely, you started increasing the severity. He was amazed how you could move at ease into difficult and demanding poses, from handstand, bridges and splits into compound moves. It was no surprise to Din anymore, as to why you were such a skilled combat fighter. He remembered vividly meeting you for the first time.

“Take Y/n with you, me and Greef will cover you.”

“Fine”, he grunted as Cara offered him an apologetic smile.

Just when he thought he was getting a break, someone showed up and tried to take his dearly child away and, in all honesty, Din grew tired of it. He had come to realize that being a parent of some sorts, was harder than expected. It was no surprise, that he found himself yet again surrounded by bounty hunters that followed their greedy instincts to take the prize money.

“Trust me, she´s one of the best”, Cara continued and Greef nodded agreeing. Mando wasn´t fond of the idea of a stranger, but he did what was best for the child.

“Y/N!” Mando´s eyes travelled across the room, following Cara´s as he spotted a figure through the crowd. You wore a leather attire with minimal pieces of metal to protect you, only on your knees, elbows and forearms.

The barrack was filled with bounty hunters and the locals, who didn´t want them there. But across the room, you started sprinting on top of the tables right into his direction.

Mando realized you were quick, much faster than anyone else in the room and he saw the determination in your eyes, even from afar. A scarf was hiding your face beneath your eyes and your hair was braided. You dodged from shots and as you came closer to the small group of attacked, you jumped off the last table. Most of the hunters and with them the shots that were fired, came from the opposite direction. Mando, Kara and Greef hid behind tables, while locals tried to keep the intruders out. You jumped over the locals and he noticed the rope dangling from the ceiling.

Taken back, he watched as you swung right over his head, landing in front of the table, where he was hiding behind. In your landing, you backflipped and two shots hit the closest of your opponents.

The grin on Cara´s lips was well earned and she gave him a last nod. “Go with her.”

He jumped over the table and together you made your way out.

It was how you met.

When Din thought back to that day, he remembered his astonishment, as well as his respect. But now, almost two weeks later, he came to realize that your skills were made out of hard work and discipline. But he was used to discipline and work, much more to his wonder, he was admiring your differences from himself. In his armor he was strong and almost invulnerable, but his fighting technique suddenly seemed rigid and slow. You moved so smoothly, almost dancing and yet there was strength hidden in your motion. He had seen how quickly you could suddenly lunge forward, just to perform a perfect jump to knock down any opponents.

Comparing himself, you appeared young and much more agile. Full of wanderlust and adventure, but never overhasty. Even more so, you were absolutely beautiful and enjoyed the art of seduction to pursue your goals.

He couldn´t but wonder; the whole galaxy lied at your feet and yet you choose to travel with him, a man in cold, metal armor.

Small.

He felt small compared to you and it scared him. You were capable on your own, you didn´t need him, but what if he needed you more than he could admit? Being a single parent was hard and the child was growingly fond of you.

“It´s rude to stare.”

Mando flinched, jerking his head back behind the corner to put on his helmet, before painfully slowly returning. He felt the heat in his cheeks and his heart suddenly beating faster. Grateful more than ever that you couldn´t see his face.

“I didn´t mean to interrupt.”

You didn´t face him, but you had felt his presence and you smiled softly as he finally approached. Since your arrival in the razor crest, he had avoided all touch with you, almost as if he was afraid you´d break. Clearly, you couldn´t break, only bend.

“Don´t worry.”

He cleared his throat while you continued balancing on your hands.

“Have you always been up this early?”

“Yes, trying to start the day on the right foot.”

He nodded understanding. “Who did teach you all of this?”

You shrugged finally coming up again, feeling as blood rushed through your veins. “At home I always had dance lessons, but-“, you paused. You were leaning over, your forehead touching your legs. The topic wasn´t something you had discussed with the Mandalorian before.

“But when I ran away, I started picking up things here and there.”

He felt like overstepping a boundary, but something in him to pushed going.

“Sorry, I didn´t know.”

“You couldn´t, I guess we all had hard childhoods. Kara told me you were a foundling?”

He nodded and yet again, silence settled between the two of you. More minutes passed and you both calmed in each other’s company. You found that his calm and steady presence centered you, offering a feeling of peace, that you often lost in adventures and travelling. You felt safe with him, but also incredibly small. Especially when simply standing next to each other and his broad, armored shoulders gave you a shield.

“I´m gonna make some breakfast, before the little one wakes up as well”, Mando explained and lifted himself off the box, where he had previously sat. You nodded.

“I´ll join you in a few seconds.”

“No rush.”

 When you entered the small kitchen area, which was basically just a table to flap down, the child was already up as well. The small green creature starred hungrily at Mando heating up some food. “Good morning”, you greeted him cheerful, while picking him up. At least it kept him away from trying to steal food.

When Mando was finished, the three of you sat down on a box, each one facing a different direction. Back-to-back with Din, his helmet off to eat, and the child lurking up between the two of you. You could almost feel his broad shoulder brushing against yours.

“He likes you a lot.” Din spoke up, starring down at the child, which cooed in response. It was weird hearing his voice without the helmet, but it was a pleasant sound. Just like his nature; calm and steady.

“I like him too.” A small green smile grinned back at you.

“I like you both.”

Din flinched at your statement, almost spitting out the porridge. Again he felt his heart beating faster, but in a cozy and warming matter.

“You´re the first person, I actually enjoy travelling with, who isn´t in for the money or trying to overthrow or take advantage of me.”

“Oahhhh.” A gibberish sound echoed from beneath you.

“Sorry, persons.”

Din chuckled, a sound you heard for the first time.

“It´s nice having someone at your side, to give you cover and help with little things, like cleaning up after green children.” He admitted as well.

“We´ll make an unlikely family.” You laughed and he joined you in with his deep voice, that send shivers down your spine.

“I guess opposites attract.”

[octupus-on-the-moon]

A table

~It's been done *laughs in Dr. Frankenstein*. After a lot of sweat, cursing and repeatedly flipping of my laptop and tablet. A new part of a nightmare is ready. It's a bit longer because of my absence and I hope I can keep my motivation up~

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Ninth part of nightmare

Word count: 1,814

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Warning: Non I guess. Just some fluff and a burned gratine.

Bucky opened the door, awaiting the cold, baldness of the walls. To end up being surprised by the green he saw everywhere.

He totally forgot the little plants, y/n bought for him. They really made a difference. A welcome one. His clenched jaw and frowned eyebrows disappeared.

After taking of his jacket, he took an empty glass and went around pouring some water in all the colorful pots. He cursed under his breath, after he spilled some water for the second time. Mentally making a note to buy a watering can. Without noticing that his dark thoughts lifted and the silence around him was a welcome one, rather than a threatening menace.

Barnes looked at his wristwatch. It was still over an hour, till y/n would come back from college. He felt a sting of joy in his stomach.

That was new, Bucky wondered. It was probably just the excitement of finally having something to look forward to, instead of enduring one day after the other with the same maddening routine.

In the meanwhile, he could be useful and cook lunch. Y/n would be hungry after college and he had promised to cook the next time. Bucky looked in the fridge and cupboards. Potatoes, cheese and bacon. Exactly what he needed

Y/n had 30 minutes of lecture left, till she was free. She really wanted to go back to her little room in James’s apartment after the first class, but Monday was full of important courses, so she somehow managed to convince herself to stay.

The short call with James lifted her spirits considerably. It was his stoic way of talking, as soon as she showed a bit of interest in him, that made her feel warm inside. Her thoughts wandered off. To him. To the unpleasant night and how she finally saw the scared child he was. But then they went off to his blue eyes and the little crinkles around them when he frowned.

He must have been quite a look back in the forties.

Of course she had seen the photos in the Smithsonian, but she pictured him in a classier way. With a fitted suit and a fedora hat, walking down the street stealing hearts. Maybe a girl at his side and his eyes constantly lingering around her, as if she were the whole world and more. At the thought of it, y/n caught herself picturing a girl just like her, beside his tall figure.

That made her stop and turn back to reality. It was not a good sign. Or maybe it was. It felt like forever, since she let someone into her life and James was pretty much the last person she would have thought of. But she also did not expect her father being a criminal and her whole existence a facade.

Life was full of twists and turns lately. Some good, some bad. Maybe it was time to let something good happen.

“Ms. y/l/n, could you resume the discussed topic?” The professors sharp tone ripped y/n out of her train of thought. This will be the longest 30 minutes of my life, she thought.

A quite knock on the door distracted Barnes from intensely starring at the oven. He decided himself for a simple potato gratin, that would hopefully suite y/n’s taste. With is heart beating a bit too fast he neared himself the door.

And there she was. Her hair a little mess. A bag casually hanging around her shoulder and a beam as bright as the sun itself.

“Will you let me in or just keep starring?” Her playful greeting made Bucky’s heart stumble and without wasting words he stepped aside. He made another mental note. His gaze is not to be trusted. “How was therapy?” she asked letting her bag slide to the floor entering the kitchen in on smooth motion “Who of you two bit off the other one´s head first?” It took Bucky moment to get out of his trance.

“I….. We…. It went good” Barnes cleared his throat closing the door behind him “But she got a little suspicious about me deciding to cooperate” Y/n was drinking a glass of water leaning against the counter and once again Bucky could not get his eyes off of her.

“I did not think about that. We should have done one thing at a time. But I guess it´s too late now. Oh! And it smells amazing” she replied signing over to the oven. The quick hand move, the way her voice floated in the air, that one fuzzy hair in her face, everything captured him. “I…” A sharp smell tingling his nose interrupted Barnes. It came from the hot oven in the middle of the kitchen. His concentration fully gathered again, let him act quickly, reaching over for a rug and rescuing his gratin in the last moment. The crust was now a bit darker than needed but it was still acceptable.

“It´s a burned potato gratin” Barnes darkly commented, placing the form in the center of the already ‘set up table’.

“Hey, don´t be so hard on yourself. It still looks amazing”

“I´m not being hard with myself, I´m blaming you. It wouldn´t have burned if you wouldn´t have distracted me” Bucky’s eyes were glimmering amused.

She gasped overly dramatic, laying one hand on her chest “Me?”

“Yes. You” He broke out into a smile, without wasting another thought he reached over to her, brushing that fuzzy string of hair out of her face. Y/n’s giggle stopped for a moment at the closeness between both, making place for a shy smile, her eyes searching the floor. Barnes retreaded himself, feeling a heavy stone inside his stomach, as he realized how intimate the gesture was.

She did not expect him coming so close, her heart was already fluttering and was about to explode at his touch. Then he moved away causing an emptiness inside her. The same emptiness she always felt since the day of the notification. It was the last time she felt truly fulfilled and at ease, she had dreams and goals. Then everything changed. Life suddenly was a landscape of grey. Every task dull and meaningless. Time passed. She soon enough noticed that the emptiness would stay and the grey would only flourish.

Then the nightmare happened. And the already grey landscape had now even dark shadows to be afraid of.

James moved away to cut and serve the gratin. Giving her a little time to calm down her heart beat and ‘take a seat’ on the kitchen counter. After another heartbeat of discreetly observing Bucky serve the plates, y/n decided to break the silence “James”

He looked up with a shy grin “Yes?”

“We really need to get you a table”

….

“Is it really necessary?” Bucky and y/n were standing in front of the furniture store. Bucky incredulously, Y/n exited.

“Well at least I am not going to keep eating on the floor and, or the counter. My back is literally hurting from eating the gratin”

“Yes, it’s true. But. I…” Barnes closed and opened his fists a few times weighting his options “Okey. I guess we can take a look around” She nodded enthusiastically leading the way into the shop, James sighted heavily and followed.

The store was more or less deserted, which relieved Barnes. He didn´t like being in a already overwhelmingly filled hall with an ever more overwhelming count of people in it. The exit routs were explicitly signed which calmed his anxiety a bit more.

The most urgent thing for y/n was definitely the table, which led them to the dinning room section.

“I feel like a mafia boss” Y/n declared sitting down on the front side of a heavy wooden table. The chair, throne-like, up-holstered in a red velvet.

“Yes. A very scary mafia boss” Bucky jeered from the other side of the aisle.

“Hey! I can be scary if I want to”

“Jupp, as scary as a teddy”

She got up from the huge seat and walked over to him “Have you ever started into the cold dead eyes of a teddy bear?”

Bucky thought for an overly long moment “No, I haven´t. What about this one?”

“James. That’s a plastic table and it isn´t even a good quality one. In half a year, you will need to buy a new one” grabbing his arm she dragged him away “Come on these place is gigantic, we can find something better”

Yet, they didn´t. Every table y/n suggested was rejected by Bucky and vice versa. It was mostly to big, to small, to pompous, to dull, to much seats, to little seats and so on.

Both had almost reached the end of the section, when y/n suddenly dragged Bucky over to another exemplar. It´s design was simple, a glass top and a blond wooden frame with matching metal legs. Four chairs coated in a clear fabric rounded the dining set.

“This one. It´s the perfect size and I think I saw stools that would match, for the counter” Y/n sounded near desperate. Bucky took his time to look around the table. He was searching for something specific on it.

The price tag.

Y/n had picked out the most beautiful and practical tables, but the price was often more then exorbitantly high, which led Bucky to refuse all her suggestions. And the same happened with this one, it was by far the best table she had found today. It would look amazing between the plants, near the window, the chairs comfortable to sit on, in the early mornings to drink coffee and read the paper. It was a shame the table was out of Bucky`s scarce budget.

“I don´t know” Barnes commented “The chairs will get dirty pretty fast” Y/n´s face dropped.

She really didn´t expect it being so hard to satisfy Bucky´s furniture taste. Y/n thought that given Bucky´s cloth taste, he would have somewhat the same taste for furniture. Modern, comfy and in style with the room. Yet, every piece he had found acceptable was old styled, plastic or just straight out in a horrible color “You really liked that plastic table didn´t you?” She sighted.

For the break of a second Bucky frowned disgusted, then he nodded convincingly. But it was enough for her to know, what was keeping them from agreeing for a piece of furniture.

Cheap.

Every single table he elected was not because of its design, colour or material, it was because it was cheap. For a moment y/n felt bad. It was selfish of her not thinking that way, even though she truly believed that she didn´t have a rich complex, sometimes she did forget that not everyone had unlimited resources.

“Maybe it´s time for a little break. I think I saw a popcorn stand outside” Bucky’s conflicted face lit up a bit at her words.

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[yandere-daze]

I have a question? From emsemble stars and twst, which character (as a yandere) do you think is the most possessive? (I'm genuinely curious)

Hi cupid, it´s good to see you :D

Hm, I always have difficulties deciding when it comes to what character is the most *insert thing* but here are what came to mind when I read this ask ^^

For twst, I think Malleus, Leona and Jamil would be some of the most possessive yanderes. All of them actually for kind of similar reasons

Malleus has the "benefit" of being a dragon fae and dragons are known to be possessive creatures when it comes to their treasures so that´s one thing that would point me towards yandere Malleus being possessive. Then there´s also the fact that he´s probably very lonely. Because of who he is and what he looks like, most everyone at NRC is scared of him and that´s why Malleus has a lot of trouble making any friends at all, which probably makes him very sad.

And then you come along and suddenly there is someone that doesn´t fear him and cares about him. It´s no surprise that he wouldn´t be willing to ever let you go after all this time of being alone, right?

Leona for as long as he can remember has always been the second choice, his brother always getting all of the praise simply because he was born earlier. This by no doubt made Leona bitter and caused him to not want to give anything his best efforts, as it would still amount to nothing in his mind.

But then suddenly you come along and somehow manage to worm your way into his heart. And suddenly being second place in your heart is something that doesn´t satisfy Leona anymore. Just this once, he wants to be first. He wants to be the only person that gets to hold and touch you and he´s willing to fight dirty to achieve that. He´s not going to leave things up to chance and risk that someone else might sweep you away

Jamil, similar to Leona actually, always had to stay in the shadows his entire life. He was supposed to serve Kalim and raise him up while making sure that he himself was always inferior.

From book 4 we know how much this hurts Jamil so when his darling finally comes along and cares about him and not Kalim, his possessive side begins to show. He´s never had that kind of attention before and he fears that it isn´t going to last. What if you actually start to like Kalim more than him and leave him behind once more? He can´t let that happen.

Jamil decides that just this once, he wants to have something for himself

As for enstars, hoo boy there are so many characters that I´m probably going to forget someone that is shown to be really possessive in canon but for now some of my picks are:

Ritsu. I think you all saw this coming. Ritsu is the clingiest character I know ( “You know other clingy characters??”) and he´s shown to be very jealous and demanding when it comes to the people he loves. He doesn´t want to be separated from his darling for even a second and gets jealous when they´re spending time with someone else. Absolutely is the type to bite you just so others can see that you have been claimed by him.

This all stems from his abandonment issues that he developed due to Rei and the war so know you know who to thank for having this possessive vampire boy breathing down your neck 24/7

Another one I see as being very possessive as a yandere would be Natsume. I actually don´t really have like a very good reason for this but he just strikes me as the type? He definitely also is the type of boyfriend to get really jealous and agitated if someone else spends too much time with his darling.

Actually remember that time in Wonder Game where he was upset and scared because he thought Tsumugi was going to leave him so he like blackmailed a teacher so they would show him Tsumugi´s files where he wrote down what he wished to do after he was done with school? Normal behaviour

Shu I feel would get possessive once you´ve actually mentioned to break down his barriers and got to know him better. He´s not one to be open about his feelings and his rather.... harsh way of speaking to people that are “bothering” him don´t make it very easy to talk to him in the first place so it would take a lot of effort on your end to get closer to him.

But once you do manage to achieve that somehow? He gets very attached very easily and you probably don´t even notice the subtle changes to the way he treats you. Starts to try and drive off other people with his sharp tongue so they won´t take you away. Demands you to stay around while he sews because he likes your company.

Korka showed a screenshot of this before but literally the type of guy that gets offended when you say you have a life outside of him???

He would have been way worse if we were talking about past Shu and he has gotten way better by now but I still think some of that would remain if he really does love you. It moreso stems from a fear of being left behind than of a need to control you, though they do overlap at times

[arthurflecksgirl]

Hello, darling ^-^ a kind of embarrassing thing to request, could you write a short fic about Arthur having a really hard day at work and his s/o helps him release some tension through sex? I could see him having a praise kink or loving bad talk. Either love making or erotica, it's however you wanna write it, it's your fic. Poor Artie really needs physical touch and to let off some steam T-T

My sweet friend,thank you for your lovely request. I came up with this. It`s short but somehow it felt right. I really hope you like it :)

I don`t even need to get the keys. She already knows I`m home.  It`s ike she has this radar implated  in her heart, which tells her when I`m near. It beeps with every step I`m coming closer. Beep beep, beep. Step, step, step. Thats`s how seen I am. How felt. Which is even better. Being felt. If someone else sees you, you could still be nothing but an hallucination. Who knows if hallucinations think they are real themselves? Maybe they are not aware of tha fact that someone elses mind made them up. Maybe that`s all I am. An hallucination of someone elses twisted mind. A mind even more fucked up than my own. Maybe that`s why I always wondered if I even exist in this world. Maybe it´s all a big joke. But I felt something is changing lately. Everything became more...clear to me. Like the fog is finally lifting and I  actually am for once. That`s because she does not only see me but feel me and that makes me feel myself. More than ever. All the thoughts I`m having. Good or bad. They`re all mine now and mine alone. Maybe hers. But we are one so it`s the same. Right? Isn`t it?

Being felt. God how much I wanted to be felt all my life. I wanted someone to feel my body as something beautiful underneath their hands. Something precious that must being touched. I want someone to take their hand and let it travel all over my skin and bones and being in love with it. Being in love with the parts that has been bruised and ruined. Being in love with the matter lingering between my ribs. They`re sticking out, wanting to see teh sunlight. Like a flower cracking through the ground. Rising up. Towards the light.  I am light when she is touching me.

"Welcome home, Arthur!" he warm voice does things to me. You can tell by the way my name sounds escaping her lips how much she loves me. My name never sounded like that before. My name was never melody.

I can smell she made me dinner. But I`m not hungry. I never am. More ribs sticking out, wating to see the light.

There is a different kind of hunger growing inside. The hunger to own her body. Or being owned. Sometimes I am not sure. If one owns another you become equal and I really wanna become eqal because it means being one and I want that kind of intimacy. No boundaries between the two of us. I want her to let me in as if I am part of her body. I want her to let me slip inside so naturally its like breathing. In and out and in and out. Like her life is depending on it.

"I made you dinner, darling. I hope you`re...."

I am sweetheart, but only for you.

I don`t even let her finish her sentence. I slam the door behind me. So loud the neighbors complain, even though they are used to slamming doors. My hands grab her face and I kiss her with all thats within me. And it`s a lot. There is so much inside. Too much to handle. So I share it with her and let it flow right into her mouth. I don`t have to bear it all on my own anymore. She can take it and she will. And she is begging for more. Swallowing the taste of my mouth. I´m her favourite flavour.  Cigarettes, sorrow and light.

Her tongue dances with mine and I can acually hear the music ofher rythm. In my head, always in my head and its getting louder as her fingers travel down to open the botton of my pants. I am still in my clown costume. Half of my make up is gone  from sweating so much. It`s a hot summers day  and it was getting pretty hot under my green wig.

She grabs the wig with her free hand and throws it on the floor. My greasy hair sticking to my forehead. I should have taken a shower first. But I can`t wait.

"How....how was your day?" she`s breathing into my opened mouth. Breathless from me kisssing her so hard. I stop for a second, looking down at her hands pulling the pants down my bony knees. "Was having a hard day. I couldnt wait to....be with you again. I was thinking about fucking you all day".

I finally get rid of my pants. Her hand reaches inside my underwear. "Poor Arthur, le me help you. Soon you`ll be feeling better."

"You thought about me too?"

She starts stroking up and down between my legs "All the time"

She`s looking right at me and I wonder what she sees. My painted on smirk is still visible. The drak circles around my eyes show through the smeared grease paint. My hair is a mess. Am I beautiful to her?

"Do you think i´m beautiful?" I aske her, while I rip down my underwear all by myself. She looks surprised about how unpatient I am today.

"You are the most beautiful man my eyes have ever seen, Arthur. "

Her hand lead my fingers to her waistband. Letting me know she wants me to undress her. I don`t hesitate to do so. "You must be so exhausted" she whispers in my ear.

"Yeah...." I mumble "Not only that...my workmates gave me a hard time again today."

I grab her  and push her against the wall. Not because I want to be rude but because I need to feel . Feel that there is someone who wants me.

For a short moment she gaspes for air.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, Arthur. I`m fine. You`re here with me now. They cannot hurt you anymore. Okay? I´m here and I´m all yours. Take me. Just....please just take me. You`ve got too much supressed emotions inside of you. I can see it in your eyes. I know you though and through remember? Just let it all out and love me"

I do. I do remember.

I remember as I gently bury myself into her, all the way inside. She moans my name and it´s an even prettier song now.  I feel her body vibrating like an instrument. I`m her song, her song her song. Her favourite song.

And the music plays while my body is leaving hers for a moment, just to lead her to the couch and pin her down to get back inside and let the record in my head play. "Can you hear the music?" I`m asking her, shaking from lust and she nodds. Asuring me she feels it through my bones. "It`s as beautiful as you, Arthur".

She touches me. All the rboken parts and the parts that shine for her.

The orchestra is getting so loud I can`t hear anything else anymore. Not the voices in my head or the memories of the past, not my workmastes picking on me. It´s all just....passion and my flesh on her flesh. My mind blurring into hers. And I can let it blurr into hers because she doesn`t think I´m crazy. She knows. She understands. And I`m getting deeper and deeper. As deep as human possible and she tells me what a wonderful man I am and how much she yearns for me to fuck her and that´s the magic of it all.

I`m wearing that smile but it´s not a mask anymore.

[laceymorganwrites]

Dämmerlicht - Choso´s part

Word count: 5, 212

Pairing: Choso x reader

Warnings: swearing, happy what if scenario, description of a panic attack

A/N: okay so. Choso is my second fave. I am MAD AS HELL at Mappa for animating him the way they did. But alas, I still wanted to get this out since it is his first anime appearance. So, have this as a celebration <33

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Choso didn´t know what to expect when he read the text message from one of his brothers.

“A really nice person prevented us from getting killed and now we´re having drinks with them and the attackers. You should come over”

What the hell was that even supposed to mean? His day was already stressful enough and now he was beyond worried for his brothers. If anything were to happen to them the people responsible wouldn´t be able to think about taking their next breath as it would be their last one.

On the way to the described area his head was full of questions about their well being, what had happened, had he failed as an older brother?

It was quite the long way and he wondered what kind of bar would be situated this far up a hill, hidden in the woods nonetheless.

But then again, it wasn´t just any bar as he would learn later.

You were a teacher at jujutsu high in Tokyo, arriving just in time to stop Yuuji and Nobara from killing innocent curses.

Everyone else was occupied and at first you thought the kids would finish the mission without any problems. But as always it got more dangerous than anyone had bargained for.

Since you were the only one available right now you were dispatched to the location.

When you arrived you saw that Megumi was fast asleep, he probably exerted himself, that was a first. You wondered what motivated him that much. You would ask him tomorrow when he was awake again.

For now you had to search for the other kids, so you followed the great amount of cursed energy you could feel.

Luckily you were in time.

“They´re being manipulated! Back off, you guys” you announced your presence and got ready to defend the kids since you could still feel a bit of violence from the curses, albeit forced.

Sensing cursed energy was your specialty, you could tell the intentions clearly which is why you realized sooner than others that not all curses were bad, most were just as bad off as you were.

You have been part of the movement for a long time, the Dämmerlicht was like your second home.

It seemed like you would introduce the kids to it too, not that you minded. Gojo and you talked about this a lot, when the right timing would be, whether or not they´d understand.

But you trusted those kids, you believed in them, they were good people.

You were glad you could talk to the curses and help them defy Mahito and his group.

It was a relief, but also so much more than that. It meant peace, even if it was just for a moment.

Trusting didn´t come easy for you, growing up in such a corrupt and cold system you weren´t surprised in the least.

Though you found comfort in the fact that you weren´t alone. It was nice teaching the way you wanted to, the right way, teaching the children everything you have learned, exposing the elders as much as you could get away with.

“Alright, is everything else here done?” you asked, looking at your watch since you didn´t want to leave Megumi unguarded for long.

“Uuuh I think so…” Yuuji replied, he still didn´t quite grasp the situation. Megumi should have exorcised the curse that was plaguing his sister and so many others, so that didn´t leave any other tasks.

After some time the kids got used to the curses being just like them, meaning no harm. It felt like going home with friends as you squeezed them all inside your car, honestly it was quite the miracle they all fit in there.

“Someone wake Megumi. I need to talk to you” your voice got serious, you reckoned now would be a good time.

Megumi yawned and was kind of confused as to how he got in the car and why there were curses around him. Mostly he was just a tad bit annoyed that he was woken up.

“Listen, I know you must be confused right now. But you have to listen carefully to what I will say next. And keep this a secret. If this gets out of the car we and all my friends are going to be dead.” you started, the kids were focused now and nodded along with you.

“Forget everything you´ve learned, about this world, about curses. Most of it isn´t true. Yeah, there are vengeful spirits out there, but there are just as many sorcerers that are as bad as them if not worse. Don´t trust anyone, learn to trust your gut. You need to learn how to read cursed energy better. That way you always know what the intentions are. I will show you a very special place now. A safe space for people like me, people like us. I´m showing you this now and not later because I want you to know the truth, I want you to do better than any of us ever could. You should realize it before it´s too late. Maki´s already in on it” you explained, going into further detail about the history of the bar and the movement and how Gojo is part of it as well.

The last part seemed to fully convince them luckily, after all Gojo spent even more time with them than you. You just taught them basic things like combat, when it came to missions and such Gojo was the one to do that.

When you arrived you immediately relaxed, the familiar veil had you at ease, feeling a bit of peace.

“Come on now, guys, if we stand around too much we´re risking being seen” you warned them and hurried inside with them.

“Damn, that´s a strong veil…” Megumi said out loud, looking around and as suspected taking a defensive stance as soon as he saw the customers in the bar.

Though he relaxed when he couldn´t feel any malice from them.

You guided them to the backroom where the meetings were held and introduced them to the owner.

“Oh, recruiting already, I see how it is” they grinned at you and explained everything in more detail to the kids and the curses.

After the initial shock they accepted it and were more calm about it than you had thought. It brought a smile to your face.

You decided to hang out a bit more and get to know each other, it should be fine since Gojo would let them sleep in either way, he had the first lessons tomorrow.

He even volunteered to pick them up, after all he still needed to pay his daily visit to the bar.

Nobara and Eso got along quite well, already making plans to hang out more. She promised to go shopping with him once or at least get him one of those tops with an open back.

She was good at encouraging him to show it more and be proud of it, he appreciated it, though was far from being as confident as her.

He envied her a bit, but not in a vengeful way, it was more of an admiration for a new friend.

Eso would like it if they would hang out more, maybe he would get over his insecurities that way.

Megumi also wasn´t that much on edge as he usually was, you saw that as a massive win and were in a good mood.

“I think Choso would like it here, do you think we should invite him?” Kechizu asked his brother who nodded. “Choso´s our old brother, he´s the eldest. You can trust him”  Eso assured you, usually you´d be distrustful towards such statements but since you didn´t feel any bit of lying intentions you agreed to it.

You wondered what their brother would be like and listened to the other´s fond words of him while you waited for his arrival.

Choso arrived at the destination and looked around, no one followed him. Good.

His brothers told him that he should be extra careful, so he was.

He had to admit he was quite curious about this place, so he entered through the curtain, it was very strong and only let people with good intentions in.

As soon as he saw his brothers laughing with you and your students he felt at ease and approached your table, greeting you politely and sitting down next to his brothers, checking for injuries just in case.

“You must be Choso, it´s nice to meet you” you smiled and reached out your hand he reluctantly shook.

Choso was naturally rather on guard, especially around sorcerers like you. Though he couldn´t sense any malice from you.

But that didn´t mean anything.

The last time he met someone like you it got him and his brothers sealed. It was his fault and his brothers had to pay for it, it wasn´t fair. If only he paid more attention.

But that was about a hundred years ago already, he couldn´t remember.

He didn´t know what to feel when he was unsealed. All his life he spent protecting his brothers and spending time with them, he didn´t know anything else to do.

And now they were supposed to follow some newbie? Not with him. Nobody gave him and his brothers orders, they were free after all.

And, even though he hated playing that card, more experienced and older than the new curse.

He didn´t know anything about the world yet while they had experienced it all. Though really, what did he experience? It wasn´t much.

It would be sad if he cared. He couldn´t know what he missed if he didn´t even know how to.

Choso decided to shake your hand, what did he have to lose? Maybe not all sorcerers were lying and manipulative scum.

If anyone could convince him it would be you.

He was looking at you as if to find evidence that would prove him wrong, anything, signs that this was a trap and not just a dream too good to be true.

In his life he learned not to trust things, feelings and people that were too good to be true. Cause they never were.

Sighing he relaxed in his seat and took part in the conversation, though he didn´t talk much. He never did, not really seeing the point in it. He never liked being the center of attention, preferring hearing others talk.

Yuuji reminded him of his brothers, he was full of hope, so optimistic still.

Maybe it was because of this place though, he didn´t seem like someone the elders could control like a puppet, telling him to kill every curse in his way.

No, he actually thought he could be a dear friend.

“Before I forget, I still need to cut your ties to Mahito” you told them, you didn´t like the thought of him finding this place.

“You can do that?” Eso asked curiously, so jujutsu had also improved since back then.

“Yeah, I just have to concentrate, but it´ll be over quickly” you remarked, focusing your cursed energy in your hand, forming it to a sharp blade. Then you turned your attention back to their energy, making out the ties that bound them to Mahito clearly, you held your breath as you carefully cut them. Though you were quick about it, not wanting to hurt them any more than they already have been.

Choso was very defendant as always, wanting to be the first one to be freed so that he could see if your technique was harmful or not.

He was more than surprised when he realized that it wasn´t. Why would someone like you help them?

Though maybe it was because of you, you really were special, huh?

“So now that we´re free again we should get a place to stay again. Do you have any recommendations, (Y/N)?” Eso asked you, they previously talked about how they would support you in defeating Mahito to free the curses from his chains.

It was strange to think that they would be able to have a life now. It´s been so long that theirs was taken away from them.

Eso wished he never went into the human village to make friends…

Though Choso never held it against him. No one did.

“Hmm, you could try it in the outskirts, most of the costumers live there, they have a little community there, it´s protected by a veil too. Everyone´s nice and would love to welcome you there” you smiled.

Your smile irritated Choso, why did you smile like that? As if everything was fine even though it clearly wasn´t? What were you trying to hide? Or were you just pretending? And for what? What use did it have?

He didn´t like people he couldn´t read, it made him uneasy.

“That sounds great, thank you so much. For everything” Eso said.

“I could show you around tomorrow actually! I´m only teaching the later lessons then” you offered.

So you were the friendly type, huh. Or were you? It could all still be a trap.

What even was that? A place where curses could live in peace? Yeah, right…

You´d have to be stupid to actually believe that.

Only later would he learn that you and the organization worked that hard so that it wouldn´t be a dream anymore.

“Well, it´s getting late. The kids should get back to the school. It was nice meeting you, I´ll see you tomorrow then” you announced, standing up with the students and being joined by Gojo who said goodbye to the owner.

Before leaving you were smiling at Choso again, was he just a joke to you? You did that on purpose, didn´t you? You really were an irritating individual.

“Thanks for joining us, Choso. It was nice to meet you” you said and sounded so genuine he almost believed it.

He just nodded until Eso nudged his side a bit to which he rolled his eyes.

“You´re not so bad either…” he gave in and once again was thankful for his brothers to get him out of his head.

Overthinking was easy, especially with a past such as unfortunate as theirs. But this wasn´t the past. Things changed. People changed.

“Man I never thought I´d be friends with a curse…” Yuuji laughed, his hands behind his head.

“See, I told you they´re not as bad as you think they are. Oh, Gojo, I´ll show them to the veil tomorrow, you go ahead and start teaching the reading technique” you reminded him and he nodded.

“Hmm I still think it´s too early for that, but alright. Who knows, maybe they´ll surprise us.” he answered, usually they would only learn this in their second year but why not? After all those kids had a lot of potential, he was sure they could do it.

Nobara exchanged contact information with Eso and made it her mission to spare some nail polish for him, maybe she would get to do his nails for him, it was nice to have someone with the same interests as her.

They went to sleep immediately after arriving since they were still drained from the mission while you and Gojo talked about everything that happened that day.

“If they manage they´ll be able to free other curses as well, we would get so much closer to our goal” you reminisced, a hopeful undertone in your voice.

“Don´t rush them. They´ll learn it in their own time” Gojo reminded you, he didn´t let it on oftentimes but he really did care about the children.

“Of course, I´ll see you tomorrow then” you waved goodbye and then went to your room.

Yeah, the kids would have it rough, there was no avoiding that. But you would try your best that they would only have it rough, not traumatizing and horrible.

It was the least you could do.

You thought back to Choso and his brothers, they were such a nice bunch and you couldn´t wait to meet them again tomorrow.

You were so happy that the students liked them too.

Sleep came easy to you that night, you just wished every day could be as peaceful as that.

Maybe you were living in a fantasy world that was so bright it made you lose any connection to reality, but you didn´t care. You would make it into a reality.

The next dame came quick, you were refreshed and ready for your mission.

Hurriedly getting ready and saying goodbye to Gojo and the students you made your way to the Dämmerlicht once again.

“Are you guys ready to go?” you asked, smiling the same way you did yesterday but somehow even more energetic.

The three brothers nodded, two more enthusiastically than the other. Choso still was on guard. And who could blame him? He didn´t want to trust you, didn´t want to repeat the same mistakes he made.

You were very adamant on changing that though, without meaning to that thought made him smile a bit.

Perhaps a little trust wasn´t all that bad.

On the way he looked around carefully, it was so loud and crowded, he didn´t like it one bit.

Choso was on edge until they arrived at the veil.

Everything had changed so much, there were so many new impressions that he couldn´t yet place.

It was just like back then, maybe even worse.

He could hear them whispering, he wasn´t wanted here, his brothers neither, at least he looked a bit human, it was so cruel… hurt so much.

Air.

He couldn´t breathe. Not that he needed to but still, it was so familiar, the breath in his lungs that was one of the few things left of his human side, he desperately clung to it.

It was his responsibility to provide for his brothers, to take care of them and he failed. He failed oh so miserably.

He always would… he wasn´t good for anything, why did he even exist? Nobody wanted him anyway.

No, quite the contrary, they wanted him and his brothers gone. They didn´t belong here, they never did. They were an anomaly, only born into this world to be killed.

If only it was enough that he died… his brothers were innocent, they would live in the shadows, not bothering anyone, they promised. Only spare them. Please.

I´m sorry, I´m so sorry. I´ll be good, I promise, I won´t cause any trouble, just please… don´t hurt us.

Choso was frozen in place, unable to move, unable to get out of his thoughts, his eyes were wide but he was looking through everything, his hands were shaking and his mouth was dry.

Help…

Somebody help him, anyone, he would do anything. Please just make it go away.

“Alright! There we are!” your chipper voice was like a hand reaching out to him, he desperately took it.

Thank you. Thank you so much. I owe you my life.

You didn´t notice that Choso was having a panic attack since you walked ahead, but you definitely saw the tension leave his body and his face relax as you turned around to them to show them inside.

Choso didn´t know what to expect of this place.

He had thought it would be dirty and horrible, like a ghetto for curses, but it wasn´t anything like that.

After entering the veil he saw a quieter version of what had happened outside. It was like a hidden town within the city.

Suddenly he felt at ease.

Looking around he saw houses just like he knew from back then, but also modern ones. There were all sorts of shops and a park, even a cinema.

It felt like a dream.

“There are a few empty houses near the woods, but we also have an apartment building is you prefer that. Just make yourselves at home” you smiled and for once Choso was grateful for it, if you smiled it meant everything was alright.

Everything would be fine. They were safe.

You showed them around and talked about everything, told them who they should ask about the living situation and such.

“Can we really live freely like this?” Choso asked, he wanted to wish they could, wanted to be hopeful but he knew where that led.

“Well, I wish you could live with us, but that´s way in the future. For now we´re all working together so that you can at least have peace and quiet here. You shouldn´t have to hide, but anything else is impossible right now. People fear what they don´t understand. And vengeful spirits are born from that fear, they could destroy everything we have worked so hard for” you sighed. It just wasn´t fair. You hated how you practically contained them, that it was the only solution you could come up with.

You had failed.

It was hard for you to see this place in a positive way.

Sure, the curses that lived here were happy and free, they built an own community, stood together and it was beautiful. But there was so much more out there that they couldn´t enjoy and it made you mad.

You smiled and waved to some curses you knew.

“Thank you for showing us here, it´s nice to know that we can have a place to live in peace” Eso smiled.

“No problem at all! At least it´s a beginning…” you shrugged, hoping you would be able to make it even better for them.

The three bothers talked among themselves a bit, deciding that Eso and Kechizu would go ahead and talk to the curse in charge already to get a place to stay.

Choso told them to be careful and then turned to you.

“Why are you even doing all of this? Didn´t your people tell you we´re monsters and dangerous?” he asked, this has been on his mind from the beginning and quite frankly irritated him.

“Yes, they did. They tried to make you out to be the bad guys. But I always asked myself: if the monster is under my bed, isn´t it scared too? Doesn´t the monster feel just the same as I do? What makes us different? If it´s already near me why shouldn´t I make friends with it? Besides, my teachers really didn´t do a good job at the whole hate speech against you. I mean they tell you that every curse is evil and then teach you how to read cursed energy” you laughed and shook your head. Yeah, the elders and leaders of the clans were stupid. So was the whole clan system. It was so old already and yet nobody dared defy them. Because they were wiser than them apparently.

You always hated the hierarchy of old people sticking to what´s been taught to them. After all things changed. You had to adapt to and accept it, not just keep going with your old traditions and teachings.

“You know that way of thinking gets you killed, right? You can´t just say that every curse is good. Why do you so desperately want to believe in the good in people? Especially when they´re moved by fear and greed?” Choso questioned. Sure you seemed convinced enough and did the right thing, but still, was it worth dying for?

“Because I´ve seen so many people suffer from my kind, sure some curses are bad, but only some. My whole world is corrupt and based on lies. How can you expect me to stand by idly?”

Choso smirked at your words.

“Keep that attitude. If people like you existed back then…” he started, almost trailing off.

“Never mind. You do now, that´s all that matters” he stated, seeming lost in thought.

You didn´t want to pry so you stayed quiet.

“Thank you. For trusting me. I know how weird this all must be for you, thank you for giving it a chance” you smiled, though this time it was more soft and gentle.

“Well, if you´re taking a step towards us, I might as well take one towards you” he said, he no longer was on edge.

Now you understood what his brothers meant when they said he was kind.

“I have to get to work, but I´ll drop by later to see how everything´s going!” you waved goodbye and went back to the school.

In the following weeks you spent a lot of time with the brothers, helping them move in with your students. Nobara brought a lot of decoration that she didn´t need anymore and also the promised nail polish. Eso and her would spend the day shopping in the small clothing shops on the main marketplace while Megumi, Yuuji and Kechizu carried the moving boxes and furniture.

Choso and you did the rest of the organizational things.

During those weeks you learned more about him and grew closer, he had a calm presence that you liked being in.

He didn´t talk much, but when he did it was heartfelt, you really appreciated that about him.

And he told you about his past, about the human village they wanted to visit. His little brothers wanted to make friends there even though he had warned them about it. But instead of going after them, he left them alone. They returned home heavily injured. They were lucky that there was no sorcerer in town back then.

Since then they were moving a lot, never being able to stay in one place, too scared of being cast out or even worse. Sorcerers were omnipresent to them.

And even though Choso was being more careful than ever, he made one big mistake.

He trusted someone he really shouldn´t have, being invited to the village where the citizens even talked to his brothers before sealing them, giving them false hope and betraying their trust.

Sorcerers were the worst.

But you convinced him otherwise, showed him that there were others like you, who wanted to live with them, who not only tolerated them, but actually liked them.

You really were special, weren´t you?

At first he didn´t think anything about it, it was normal to spend that much time with a person, wasn´t it?

Still his brothers wouldn´t stop teasing him about his apparent crush on you. He didn´t know how to react, after all he never had a crush before, love and relationships were the last thing on his mind.

How did you even notice these things? Even Nobara teased him about it whenever she came over, but also told him that you were in the same boat.

He was glad that Yuuji was there too, he at least understood him and didn´t make him only more confused than he already was.

So what if he enjoyed your presence a tad bit more than he did everyone else´s? That didn´t have to mean anything.

Though now that the thought was inside his head, he just became hyper aware of it.

Nobara told Eso about a new ice cream place that would open inside the veil soon and how they needed to go there with everyone.

“Choso you should really ask (Y/N) out already, that´s the perfect place to go!” she encouraged him, but he just sighed.

“I never had ice cream before” he admitted, though it was more of a neutral statement, shocking Nobara and Yuuji.

“No way! You need to change that immediately!” Yuuji said.

“Yeah, that´s a crime!” Nobara added in the instance you walked in.

You were used to the commotion already, if you were being honest you liked it. If the kids were so at ease and comfortable everything would be fine.

“What is?” you questioned after joining them.

“Choso never had ice cream before, can you believe that?” Nobara told you, still in shock.

“Really? We need to change that” you said determined.

“If you say so, how about now? I could use some fresh air” he smiled, he would take any chance to be alone with you, especially after such an embarrassing conversation. Maybe they were right after all. But what should he do about that?

“Is it really that weird that I never had ice cream?” he asked, not understanding why everyone made such a big deal out of it.

“Hmm not really actually. I mean it´s so usual for us since we´ve grown up with it, but you´re from a different world, so it´s not surprising. But I have a feeling you´ll like it” you smiled.

“Everyone just talked about a new shop that opened… do you maybe wanna go there?” he said, thinking a bit and then taking a deep breath of courage before uttering his next word: “As a date?”.

You blinked twice, looking at him questioning, did he really just say that? It wasn´t just your imagination? It was so sudden but you couldn´t say you minded that in the least.

On the contrary, it excited you. “I´d really like that” you said, smiling the same way you only did when you were around him.

So he didn´t just imagine that, maybe his siblings were right, they were definitely more perceptive than he was when it came to such things.

“Heh, my first date. Just a warning though, I´m not good when it comes to those things, so please don´t be too disappointed with me” he told you, after all he didn´t know how he was supposed to behave now, was there anything he should do different?

“Don´t worry about that, you can´t disappoint me. I´m just really glad to be able to spend time with you. I… I like you a lot, Choso” you admitted to which he smiled. Usually he didn´t smile so openly, but with you he just couldn´t stop.

You made him do things he normally wouldn´t and somehow he enjoyed that way more than he thought he should.

It wasn´t a long walk to the ice cream place and it was almost empty too, which was nice.

“There are a bunch of different flavors, you can choose whatever you want” you smiled, telling him about your favorite flavors.

“I think I´ll try vanilla first” he said after looking at the menu.

You nodded and ordered for both of you, you decided to walk around the park a bit, the weather was really nice today.

Choso was a bit hesitant to try it, it was so cold… but then again it probably was supposed to be. He watched you eat your ice cream and wondered if your teeth didn´t hurt from all the cold.

Before it could melt though, you had warned him about that, he tried it.

It was something he never experienced before, yes, it was cold, but somehow that didn´t make his mouth numb like he feared.

Instead it melted in his mouth, the flavor was so simple yet immaculate.

“And? How is it?” you asked curiously. “I think I like it. It´s a weird texture but… it´s fun to eat” he chuckled slightly, imagining how stupid he must sound to you right now.

But he didn´t care.

It was you after all, you would never hold it against him.

No, you were excited and happy that he was having fun. You two decided that you would try a lot of new things together.

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the nature of folklore

today, i want to talk about the nature of folklore.

we're not divorced from it in the modern day by any means: the nature of folklore is that it is always there.

after all, how many times have you heard that if your roommate dies, you get an a? or listened eagerly to someone's tale of an impossible encounter with an impossible stranger?

folklore is omnipresent. it is woven into us.

that said, we don't have a ton of folklore via stories, oral history, and songs anymore. if i could singlehandedly change that, i would. i grew up telling stories, keeping the history of my family in vignettes i taught to my brother, making up comforting fables for my younger cousins when they couldn't sleep.

my mother sang me lullabies, amazing grace, you are my sunshine, tula tula, melodies i can no longer name but would recognize in a heartbeat.

i went to a summer camp where you were never too old for a bedtime story, where the greatest reward, even for a pack of sixteen year olds, desperately vieing for independence, was to hear another story. i can still tell you the story of the invisible prince, of how such and such and so and so met and married, recount the little prince or hatchet or my side of the mountain in impeccable detail.

unfortunately, i am but one voice, and i don't think i really want to change us back. let culture progress, it is the way of the world.

but i have so many stories for cats. trust me, i have about 20 drafts sitting of stories for these murder cats. but i want to take a moment to talk about how folklore works, what it does, and why it's important.

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oral history: a written explanation

i'm feeling a bit punny.

anyway, i'm not qualified to talk about oral history. what i am qualfied to do is talk about the broadest sense of it.

oral history is not an accurate way of keeping records. stories change, people forget things, the tales become exaggerated and tweaked.

but...it's not the worst way. it's a real, sincere, history.

for example, in my full moon, it's unlikely that one individual really mastermined this plan. especially not the same individual who sorted out some other important part of skyclan business, which in it of itself is a tall-tale.

realistically, the clans realized they had an error, decided on when they would meet, and just went with it.

but briarleap is one of skyclan's heroes. she's not the only one: rushfoot and dovestar are also important heroes. she fills a particular type of archetype: she's the young hero, who sees the world more clearly than those around her and comes up with a solution.

so it makes sense to assign her to the problems which are clever and had no obvious solution. she's not really a trickster archetype, but she is clever, young, and has no real power within the clan.

in other words, she's a ya novel protagonist.

likewise, the yet-unwritten story of briarleap and swallowpaw definitely didn't happen as it's told. that's just a nice box to put it in, a nice cover for an important lesson: mark unstable branches.

all the clans probably have a similar version of briarleap's story. i can't tell you for sure who the equivalent is, because i don't know, but it's worth remembering that almost none of these cats existed.

i think riverclan's will be a cat named briarstream.

you see what i mean, they're both named briar- because briarleap belongs to no cat. they just have a suffix that corresponds with common clan names.

now, i can't speak for anyone else, but in come back to you one by one, by solacefruit, there's a cautionary tale about catching koi. we get this line:

The koi were left alone because the tall folk loved them. That was the truth of the story. The real truth, not Linnetleaf’s version.

that confirms it, the story is a warning that's been polished into something kinder and more forgiving. (i highly recommend come back to you one by one btw.)

that's how oral history works.

it's not good for having a factual understanding of historical events, but...that's not really the point.

shared stories

another thing is, a lot of clans share the same stories.

i already talked about briarleap/stream/??? for the other clans, but it's more than just that.

every clan is going to claim that they have the right, correct story, that the other clans don't tell it well, etc., but with the exception of clan specific stories, that's not generally true.

okay this is hard to explain bc i'm still drafting/editing a lot of what i'm talking about right now and full moon is kind of a boring story for this. so i'm going to use the story of the long night, because that's the closest to finished and most likely to have been published by the time i finish this.

cw: the long night is a story that involves infanticide and cannibalism. i'm not graphic about it, but it's featured very heavily. we move into discussion at "STORY COMPLETE," and i move on entirely at "SAFE"

okay, so to summarize very briefly, the long night is a story about the seasons and about queen madness. it's one piece of clan creation mythos.

basically, before there were seasons, the night and day just took turns. during the night, everyone slept, but during the day, everything woke. one night, the night doesn't end. i'm telling the thunderclan version, because that's the version i'm working on, but this is a tale from before there were clans, so while every clan says their version is universal, it's definitely not.

there's a queen, slateflower, who has six kits (pigeonkit, harekit, fallowkit, dewkit, ripplekit, and muddykit), who are very young. her mate, silvershadow, has been hunting for her, because there was no clan to provide.

he's able to catch a small amount of prey, but as the night goes on, slateflower just doesn't have enough milk. she knows her kits are going to starve, so she picks the weakest one, kills it, and eats it. when silvershadow returns and asks what happens, she says that muddykit died and she buried her. this repeats itself until only pigeonkit and harekit are left.

silvershadow fails to catch anything, so he comes back, and sees slateflower try to decide who's weaker. he realizes what's happening, takes harekit from slateflower so she doesn't have to decide, and brings the kit into a clearing. he begs the moon to end the night so he can feed his family again.

it takes him a couple times, and he also is searching for another nursing queen. he finds a queen named flamepuddle, who also had a litter of six kits (silentkit, webkit, wildkit, dustykit, beetlekit, and talonkit), as well as taking in the kits of her sister, echofur, (heatherkit, redkit, goldkit, leafkit, cricketkit, and graykit), and right now, only redkit, leafkit, talonkit, goldkit, and cricketkit had survived. (the rest, and her sister, died of starvation.)

flamepuddle agrees to take in harekit, and the night eventually ends.

silvershadow decides that he, flamepuddle, and slateflower will live together. this isn't a thunderclan origin story, mind, just the beginning of collective cat behavior. but one of the reasons it is a distinctly thunderclan edition is because the implication is that later on, the other clans are all splinter groups.

there's also an implication that such large litters used to be more common, à la how in the bible, people used to be more fertile.

so anyway, because all cats are said to be descendents of these nine cats (silvershadow, flamepuddle, slateflower, redkit, talonkit, goldkit, cricketkit, harekit, and pigeonkit — leafkit dies later on), it's said they all carry the trauma of the long night and queens, feeling unsafe, will choose the strongest of their litter.

STORY COMPLETE

so.

in thunderclan's telling, flamepuddle and silvershadow are made to be the heroes, and slateflower is the villain. notice that slate is a windclan name, and the kits who die don't have very thunderclan prefixes. the implication is that this is because the other clans are weaker.

in a riverclan telling, instead of flamepuddle and slateflower, we might have puddlefeather and tallsong, and the kits who survive might be fallowkit and dewkit.

in skyclan, we might have mothpetal and nightstep, with surviving kits echokit and maplekit.

and so on. silvershadow usually keeps his name, tho. or at least half of it.

the 10th cat who dies is also variable. in thunderclan, it's another kit. slateflower is understood to not have intended her actions. in shadowclan, it's the slateflower analogy who dies. in riverclan, silvershadow dies and puddlefeather and tallsong have to work together.

so we always have the same story, but the details of it change, and there's a lot about the clan in that.

it might even be that the reason puddlefeather is able to keep five out of twelve kits alive is because she can fish for herself. tallsong can't.

and this is a story that's supposed to be universal, before the time of clans.

imagine how differnt briarleap and briarstream are. no, seriously, i don't have it in me to do five versions of every folk tale i write, so y'all have to live with one.

anyway, i could go on here, but wow, this section is...much longer than i meant as it is whoops.

SAFE

morals, protagonists, and antagonists

i'm not going to lie, i'm somewhat exhausted from the last section.

basically, the "protagonists" are often the ones who make mistakes. this is because that's a common theme for parables. you want the protagonist, who listeners relate to, to understand the mistakes and learn from them.

there's almost always a moral in these stories. they're not told just to entertain. they're ritualistic, nigh religious, tied in deeply with their culture.

finally, when an opposing clan is needed, (a) the clan telling the story is nearly always in the right, and (b) it tends to shift to whoever the clan is most antagonistic with.

a lot of my stories are shadowclan v skyclan because they have the strongest story-telling development and i don't have any aus planned for shadowclan and (old) skyclan, but i really like what i've developed for them.

in the case a friendly clan is needed, that also tends to shift, but it's less likely to change. it's significantly more likely to change if they're fighting with the clan in the tale.

for this reason, clans tend to be allies with cross territory clans in stories. you're just less likely to fight with someone who's territory you're across from, and you get fun flanking if you gang up on someone in the middle.

characters and archetypes

so i mentioned how briarleap is a certain kind of archetype, and that's pretty common in folklore. you've got your tricksters, witches, wise elders, w/e. i could do a bunch of research into folklore and find a canonized list but i'm approximately 90% sure it's going to tell me it varies by culture so. instead of doing that, i'm going to talk through some of the character archetypes i've been using.

please keep in mind that this is highly suspect to change. also, i'm referring to a lot of cats in my lore posts, so i'm sorry, because if you don't keep up with that, you might be a little bit lost. if you want to check out my folklore, it's here. maybe one day i'll make a kit simulation list that gives them to you in the order a kit would be told them.

the young warrior — characters like briarleap. smart, creative, and willing to speak up when something is wrong. they're who young kits should aspire to be. they're the most common protagonist in stories for young kits, and they're one of the only protagonists for stories with a "good" lead.

cassandra — prophetic characters who struggle to act on their prophecies. goosefeather types. they're cautionary tales, warnings about who not to be, because these are true seers who failed. sometimes, it is framed as the clan being wrong (e.g., berrymoon's main story is about this), but usually it's because the character said too much/too little, at the wrong time, etc.

impulsive apprentice — another warning. characters like swallowpaw. their actions are usually not actually wrong, but they end up being wrong with hindsight. they're tragic characters, and their warnings are usually about the rules established because of them, rather than not being like them.

wise leader/deputy — it's exactly what it sounds like lmao. usually, this is going to be the deputy more than the leader, because the deputy is a far more relatable position than the leader. these are your rushfoots and lilytails, deputies who make quick decisions on the behalf of their clan.

foolish/selfish warrior — warriors who take actions selfishly, which wrap back around to hurt themselves. these are the "protagonists" of the tales about feeding elders and kits first, and so on. they're actually the most common protagonist in stories over all. it's kind of a wide category, including everything from slateflower from "the long night" to lightningcall from "full moon." you know, a queen who only escaped the dark forest because it didn't exist, and a tom whose "mistake" was not showing up to a deputy meeting he was physically unable to attend.

there are, naturally, many more archetypes. there are archetypes for every role in the clan, often many. there's probably some amount of symbolism in the names — perhaps "-leap" is a skyclan indicator of a young warrior, etc., but at least right now, i'm not interested in that. i have more fun naming characters than worrying about the symbolism behind it, because i'm trying to also provide an understanding of clanlife, and that requires bending the rules.

(i mean, for what it's worth, this is true of many things. "the long night" as thrushpelt tells it is not the full version. usually, you wouldn't separate it from "the four seasons," but also, he glazes over the infanticide and cannibalism because he's talking to, like, four-year-olds, explaining how their mother had inherited a trait from slateflower.)

overall, though, i think these five are enough to give you an idea of what the archetypes look like.

interestingly, i also want to call attention to the fact that there's no specific trickster archetype. i mean, there is, because it's (a) one of the most common, and (b) it needs to exist for what i'm about to say, but it doesn't properly count.

see, cats are good at being sneaky and smart and clever. you know this if you have a cat.

clan cats also have to be good at following rules.

so basically every protagonist and antagonist in a story is some permutation of the trickster. the young warrior is the trickster but with less pointless trickery. the impulsive apprentice is probably the closest to straight-up trickster, but there's usually no associated deception. etc.

but in general, all cats should be clever and smart and finding new solutions, so there isn't a specific trickster.

names and times

on a related note, one that's significantly harder to demonstrate, the names of cats get repeated a lot.

in the real world, this is because the names are approximately 75% generated and 25% tweaked, and i have a bias towards certain names.

in the context of lore and worldbuilding, and why i'm not doublechecking against my database of every cat i've ever mentioned, this is because, well, it should make sense for certain elders to tell multiple stories, or, logically, for a kit to grow into a warrior grow into an elder and tell a story.

i mean, dovestar's nine lives are a huge part of skyclan, because each life is supposed to demonstrate some fundamental principle, and they're told over the nine moons of a kit's life (again, cats count kits' lives from the season before they're born for the purpose of holy nine, and from their actual birth for every other purpose, which is how brokenstar got around the warrior code fun fact), so yeah, i'll probably have some repetition in there.

likewise, there's no timeline for these. we don't know what happens when at all, except that the cats telling a story are younger than the cats in the story, and any "book cats" are younger than any other mentioned cat.

(that last point is because exactly one story is told by thrushpelt.)

so anyway, really hazy times and names because...that's how things go m8.

impact of the great journey

so as you can imagine, the great journey is a pretty big deal.

first of all, we're running out of cats who can remember the forest. in thunderclan, according to moonkitti, who i trust in this, birchfall is the youngest cat who can remember it. so considering birchfall could have great grandchildren in the next book or two, i'd say that we're pretty much done with cats who lived there.

even among the other cats, squirrelflight was an apprentice, and she went on the first journey, so there's that. cloudtail and brightheart won't be around for much longer, and graystripe might be immortal, but if he isn't, he'll be gone soon too.

i mean, i know there are non-thunderclan cats, but do you know their names? do you?

yeah. that's what i thought.

anyway, my point is, right now, in canon time, all of the stories are set in the forest. but like, that's kind of not helpful.

who knows, there's probably a story about sunningrocks that just doesn't make sense anymore.

i don't know for sure how the great journey impacts the folklore. this is because there's not an easy way for me to write it. my elders' den stuff is specifically set before tbp, so i don't have to think about adding in the villains of tbp.

why only tbp? because we have 3 wonderful, fantastic, folklore worthy villains. in tnp, we have the journey, in po3, we have interpersonal drama, in oots, we have rehashings of old villains, in dotc nothing matters, in avos, we have weird fuzziness i don't really remember what happened after darktail tbh, and tbc is ongoing. but wait! i hear you saying, what about hawkfrost? and darktail himself? and... no. shut up. they don't matter. just. they're not. they don't. they're not lore villains is what i'm saying very poorly. they're not the kind of villains who inspire lore. maaaaybe darktail? but he was far too recent for folklore.

anyway.

i'm sure in all of the po3 stuff i have on the horizon, i'll explore this more. dovefeather lore is in the awkward middle ground — everything is from the perspective of cats who never knew the old forest, but pretty much everyone older than them does, so it's unlikely anything substantive has changed.

but i have a lot of po3 extended universe plans that might dip in to this?

but for spitballing purposes, what probably happens is that most stories are just reskinned.

things like stories about sunningrocks are going to be repurposed. maybe about that weird strip of territory that they fought over? i'm not sure.

some stories will get to stay in the old forest, like the battle with bloodclan. and some stories will fade out, just as they always do. but for the most part, once the elders didn't live in the forest, they're just going to start plopping stories in the lake.

also, the great journey itself is 100% already folklore. i don't have to do that part, canon actually does it for me. kits are constantly being told about the great journey, or apprentices are telling us they were told about it, or someone is having a weird dream sequence that involves it.

the great journey is a major part of folklore, and that's cool. maybe if i run out of old stories, i'll do some post-canon elders' den stuff. we'll see, i'm definitely not feeling it right now, but that could change.

speaking of great...

this is a minor thing, but like, what's up with all the greats?

the great journey, okay, yeah, sure, makes sense.

and then we have the great battle.

also legit. it had been a while.

and then...the great storm?

look, i understand the storm in bramblestar's storm was a big deal. i have a lot of thoughts about bramblestar's storm as a book and this isn't that. but...

can we compare how many cats died in the great journey and the great battle? and we lost, like, three cats in the great storm

don't get me wrong, i sobbed like a baby when briarlight died.

oh hold on i lied that wasn't this book. never mind never mind.

i just, like, it's very strange IMO to have this great being a thing. or at least, i don't now, i guess it's evolution of culutre?

bluh okay i'm hungry and i do not focus well so i'm going to finish up but just. great. interesting.

conclusion

folklore is a topic i'm really interested in, and i try really hard to think through the consequences of, well, everything i can.

i'm definitely missing a lot of details — specifically, i scratched out my plans for a specific creation myth — but i like the general shape of the lore i'm building up.