#when i mean seriously aggressive it's seriously

[temis-de-leon]

Cuteness aggresion

Characters: Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos (x gn!reader, separately)

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Anon request: Hear me out: reader with cuteness aggression with Lucifer, Dia, and Barbatos!!

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Lucifer

“You’re so cute, I could just… grab your face and eat you whole…”

“I beg your pardon?”

There have been very few times in your relationship where he has encountered himself pinned under your enthusiasm with no way out, and this happens to be one of them.

Sure, he enjoys it whenever he gives you some sense of control every once in a while, but only because he knows he can regain it at any moment. He is, after all, significantly stronger than you.  

So when you show up at his office for no other reason than to see him, the last thing Lucifer expects to happen is for you to hop on top of his desk, grab his face with both hands and stare at his cheekbones with the eyes of a predator.

He can feel your nails deep in his nape and your body radiating heat like a furnace, but it’s the intensity of your gaze what he can’t ignore. The seriousness in your voice matched with the pondering in your eyes.

Are you actually considering doing it…?

He gently brushes you off, but doesn’t make you leave, and tells you with a red face and a furious expression that you should really, really control yourself.

Have some decorum, MC.

Diavolo

“I wish I could absorb you, Dia”

“Absorb me?? I’m afraid I must disappoint you, MC”

And he’s not exaggerating with his words. It really pains him to disappoint you, especially regarding something like this.

Diavolo loves it when you show your affection through more “obvious” means, ignoring what is appropriate and suitable for someone like him. He loves your bone-crushing hugs, the kisses that transform into ruthless bites and, weirdly, the scarce times when you start smelling his cologne only to sniff his entire presence.

You say it’s because his natural smell is more addictive, but that only serves to indulge you more.

However, it proves to be better to carry on with your impulses in more private settings. That way you don’t get any unwanted reprimands or interruptions and he gets to enjoy every part of your ministrations; as bizarre as they may be interpreted from an outside perspective.

That’s how you find yourselves tangled in one of the sofas in his room, your body absolutely wrapped around his in an attempt to be as close as possible. Your joints ache from the strength of the grip and the position is not entirely comfortable, but, somehow, you wish you could be even closer.

And Diavolo, of course, never complains.

Barbatos

“You use so much sugar, I bet you taste just like that”

“There’s just one way to find out, isn’t it?”

Despite his teasing and welcoming comebacks, there will always be an element of surprise in response to your words. You can see it in the way he faintly blushes and stares, eyes open wide for a split second.

There’s a part of him that doesn’t expect your aggressive advances, but don’t be mistaken; he enjoys them very much.

Of course, he’d prefer it if you showed him your affection in strictly private settings. Barbatos is as professional as one could ever be and he has always kept his private life separate from his job, so having you nipping his cheeks and grabbing him hard enough to leave the imprint of your hands on his skin will only happen when it’s just the two of you.

For some reason, the whole situation feels especially intimate when you find yourselves in the castle’s kitchen. The Young Lord is hopefully working and the rest of the service knows not to intrude and disturb the intimate bubble whenever you visit him.

Your obvious need to revel in his presence makes him happier than he’d ever be able to admit; words can’t express how fast his heart beats each time your teeth suddenly sink into his skin with the sole purpose of savouring his being as a whole or when you hug his midsection so hard he can feel a shift in his guts.

You don’t only make him feel wanted; you make him feel needed.

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[purplxbuttxrfly]

Isagi Yoichi: Idiot in Love♡

°•°•Synopsis. Isagi Yoichi is so in love with you

°•°•Note.This is my first story on this site and English is definitely not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

°•°•cw. established relationship

Isagi Yoichi is the epitome of what is called "A fool in love". You only have to observe the way he looks at you to be convinced. He practically has hearts in his eyes whenever it comes to you. This is even more obvious when he is on the field, his face is focused on the ball and his teammates and the opposing team, then his aggressive gaze falls on you. And as if you have cast a spell on him, his gaze instantly softens and the hearts return to his eyes.

Isagi LOVES your thighs. He likes to rest his head on them to take a nap while you read a book or watch television. Once, while he was lying down with his head on them while you were reading your novel of the week, he was watching you. He thought you were so beautiful with those reading glasses on the tip of your nose, your gaze focused on the book. He loved watching your reactions when you read certain passages. He stared at you for so long with those eternal hearts in his eyes, that you ended up noticing.

"You look at me like I'm the eighth wonder of the world"

you said jokingly. But only god knows how right you were at that moment. For Isagi, you are literally the only wonder of the world. Not to mention the fact that you are literally the goddess of his.

Know that each of his "I love you" and compliments he gives you are sincere, never ever did he think otherwise.

Also, since you've been in his life, there's one thing he's discovered about himself: he's a bit of a masochist. He even blames you for it

"Ah but it's your fault, you're the one who made me like this. I can't help it if you're too sexy when you're angry."

Oh, he tells you that often. He doesn't tell you but he loves it when you lecture him or make him angry. Once he didn't do the dishes even though you kindly asked him to. He preferred to sit in front of the television to watch a match. So you got angry with him and after 10 minutes of lecturing, he said

"Do you know that you're terribly and divinely beautiful when you're angry?" With a smile plastered on your lips.

You rolled your eyes before heading to the kitchen to do the task he hadn't done.

"Wait, but you're leaving like that? Without giving me a little blow to the back of the head or anything else?!"

He let slip this sentence, implying that he had done it on purpose to make you angry.

You made him seem extraordinarily naive. He drinks all your words like water, whether they are true or false.

"Yoichi, did you know that it is impossible to touch your elbow with your tongue?"

You told him once.

"Oh really? If you say so, it must surely be true."

That's all!!!?? He didn't even try like 99% of people to check. The fact that he didn't ask any questions alarmed you.... and if you...

"Oh my god!!! Yoichi!!!"

"What the hell!?"

He watched you panic.

"We saw a unicorn walking around attacking people in Shibuya!!"

No, that's too big of a lie, he'll never believe that...

"SERIOUSLY!!!!??? WHAT ARE THEY WAITING FOR TO CATCH HIM?!"

At that moment, you were convinced that he was making fun of you, but his gaze was exactly the same as the one he had when you got sick. His gaze showed worry. No, it's not possible that he believed your lie. This idiot is not that naive.

"Yoichi...you know that's not true, right?"

"Huh?! Uh, I mean, of course I knew it...a unicorn, honestly. Do you take me for a 5-year-old girl??"

He says that but his trembling voice and the drops of sweat on his face lead you to have doubts about his honesty on this one.

Like any human being, Isagi can be in a bad mood, frustrated or angry. But you have found a solution to this problem. Feeling your soft lips on his calms him down and instantly puts him in a good mood. He melts with happiness, sweetness, love and satisfaction every time you kiss him.

You transform him so much by your simple presence that his teammates call you "The magician."

Isagi Yoichi tells you "I love you" Countless times a day.

You are someone warm, caring and smiling. You like to help people, but you don't always dare, because you are someone shy. And it is your smile that Isagi fell in love with first. But sometimes, even you who are so perfect in his eyes, you become a bitch. Despite the fact that he is very much in love with your kindness and caring, when he discovers this side of you, he can only love you even more .

Isagi Yoichi literally loves everything about you.♡♡

do not copy. do not translate.

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “you’ve got me, okay? let your husband help”

୨ৎ pairing: husband!gdragon x wife!fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

୨ৎ summary: jiyong had promised to never leave your side once pregnant with his child and did he stick with that promise? he sure did but there was things that you could do on your own! a independent woman you were but he never lets that happen. to him that’s why men are here to help and care for their women.

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“oh jiyong..” you whispered quietly to yourself seeing him asleep on the hard and cold ground. all of this to paint the baby’s room and of course he had to add in his own artistic ways that you couldn’t quite follow or understand. a hand rested on your large round belly that was ready to pop any day now or at least you thought until the doctor said it could be a few more weeks—oh how painful it was but the excitement to see the baby was much more intense than feeling annoyed by it. doing the best you could to sit on the floor beside him jiyong’s eyes opened and widened the moment he saw you trying to crouch next to him, “what do you think you’re doing!” he yelled. no he wasn’t yelling at you in an aggressive or even mean way but a more.. ‘you must be crazy!’ type of way and you were more than okay with that. jiyong was the most caring man you’ve ever met and he was truly a blessing to you. playfully slapping at his hand when he reached to grab ahold of you he pulled back and shook his head at your complete stubbornness. “jiyong give it a break already! I’m pregnant not paralyzed.” and a sigh left his lips not wanting to argue about this and it was always in a very playful way. “you don’t know what could happen! look at you! you’re carrying our child. you could fall and really hurt you both.” his caring nature was just so attractive, it was something that you fell in love with first about him. he took such good care of you that’s how you ended up in this situation… big and pregnant.

after a few more minutes of talking he helped you up and took the both.. or all three of you to bed. each night he would make sure you had everything by your side in case you got uncomfortable during the night or didn’t feel the best and needed something for nausea. but.. sometimes you found yourself pretending to sleep just so he would finally go to bed and you’d turn to look at him, so handsome even during his deep sleep. gently letting your fingers run across his beautiful face wanting nothing more but to kiss those sweet lips of his. he was the best thing that’s ever happened to you and he was all you ever needed. him and now the little one that you hoped would look just like his father.

“let me get the shower ready for you.” the next morning jiyong was of course up bright and early just to make you something to eat and help get you in the shower. if he didn’t shower with you then he’d sit next to the shower door and wait, not knowing if you’d need help or maybe you just wanted him close to you. this morning wasn’t any different as he sat next to the shower and waited for you. helping you dry and dress right afterwards because he insisted that you didn’t do anything yourself it would be way too dangerous. “gosh jiyong sometimes you’re so.. stubborn yourself. why don’t you go eat, yeah? I’ll take a rest in bed and read a little bit of my book.” it took jiyong the longest to agree with you and take care of himself, eventually yelling at him to do so and he would listen quite quickly. you found it cute how quickly he would listen to you once hearing the seriousness in your soft voice. it was never long and he’d come right back up to the room taking care of you. helping you eat, drink, and even reach for things that you could’ve gotten yourself.

later that day jiyong took you to the studio to give you a sneak peek of his newest album which each time you got to listen it was amazing as always, he was such a musical genius. “do you think this will pass onto the baby? your music talent?” jiyong only laughed at your comment and shrugged his shoulders but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want that to happen—he would love for that to happen. “it’s been a few hours why don’t we go get you something to eat, hm? you also need some water since it’s been about.. thirty minutes! come on let’s go.” even keeping up with your water intake and the exact minutes that’s just how jiyong was. as you both found a cute cafè nearby he needed to make sure that everything you wanted to order would be okay for both you and the baby which you never knew what that meant but he was always so worried about the weirdest things. “I need to take good care of you.” is all he’d say and you rolled your eyes. “are you ever going to let me just do something myself?” although it may have sounded like a rude question full of attitude he knew that’s not how you meant it, you had such a soft spot for him taking good care of you. “you’ve got me, okay? let your husband help.” and with that you simply nodded your head and leaned into his side hooking your arm with his own, turning to press a quick kiss to his cheek before looking away in embarrassment. what you didn’t realize is he absolutely loved seeing that side of you and prayed that it never ever faded away.

[devilish-cherry]

ᨳ♡₊➳ jujutsu kaisen x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack with plot

"You hate your job. The pay is bad, your manager is worse, and customers are somehow both entitled and clueless. Just as you finish contemplating whether unpaid breaks are a human rights violation, weird new people keep showing up to the café. They all seem to know each other. Sometimes they talk in cryptic phrases. What the hell is this domain and why do they want to expand it? One time, a man with stitches on his forehead walked in, made prolonged eye contact with you, and then left without ordering anything. You’re pretty sure he was a serial killer. Another time, the one with white hair and sunglasses indoors mentioned a "higher mission", and you’re 90% sure this is how cult documentaries start. One of your regulars only speaks in weird food-related phrases. You assume he has some kind of medical condition, but no one explains anything to you. But you are not about to ask questions, because ignorance is bliss and also job security. And unfortunately, they are all weird and they seem very interested in coming back."

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The morning rush had ended a while ago, leaving you with a few stragglers tapping away on laptops, a couple on their second hour of an intense whisper-argument, and some guy in the corner who had been staring at a single muffin for a concerning amount of time. Business had been slow after the morning rush as per usual, this meant you’d had plenty of time to reflect on things that didn’t deserve the mental energy you were giving them. Namely, Choso. It had been a few days since your encounter with the world's most socially inept man and his human golden retriever of a brother.

That guy had been… odd. Not in a bad way, necessarily—just in a "probably spent his childhood in a cave and was learning about the modern world in real time" way. The guy had stared at you like you were a cryptid when you asked what kind of coffee he wanted. You had spent way too long trying to figure out if he had just been raised extremely sheltered, or if something was actually wrong with him. Either way, the guy had stared at his latte like it held the meaning of life, and you weren’t sure whether to find it unsettling or endearing.

Because, seriously. That was not a normal interaction.

Most customers came in, ordered their drink, paid, and left. Some lingered. Some had weirdly specific orders that made you question their sanity. Some just sat there typing aggressively on their laptops like they were composing an email that would change the fate of mankind.

None of them, however, had ever been like Choso.

Since then, you’d been left in peace, which was all you could really ask for in life. Life at the café had returned to its usual monotony. The usual entitled customers still came and went, Greg the Manager still did absolutely nothing while pretending to be busy, and the espresso machine still sounded like it was trying to contact the underworld whenever it turned on. In other words, business as usual. Everything was normal.

Which, naturally, meant something was about to ruin it.

The bell above the door jingled. You sighed, plastering on your most convincing Hello valued customer, I sure do love working here! expression before turning around.

The first person to walk in was a tall blond guy in a suit, carrying himself like he had somewhere better to be. He looked exactly like the type of guy who drank his coffee black and silently judged people who put sugar in theirs. He had the air of someone who used Google Calendar religiously and paid for everything with a metal credit card. The second he stepped into the café, he surveyed it with the deeply unimpressed expression of a man who had already decided he hated it here. You immediately got "overworked businessman" vibes. He looked like he hated fun. You respected that.

The second guy, however…

Oh, no.

Oh, this one was going to be a problem.

He was even taller than the blond one. Very tall. Like, shouldn’t be allowed to exist in regular human spaces tall. He had white hair, wore sunglasses indoors, and was dressed like some kind of high-fashion hobo. He had a self-satisfied grin that made you think he had never experienced a single consequence in his entire life. Something about him screamed problem. His whole vibe was just "that one coworker who does absolutely nothing but still gets paid more than you."

"Nanamin!" Tall Guy whined, dramatically throwing an arm around his companion's shoulder. "See? This place is cute! You never wanna go anywhere fun."

The blond man—Nanamin?—exhaled through his nose with the weariness of a man who had dealt with this for far too long. He shrugged the arm off. "I don’t need fun. I need coffee."

"Okay, but coffee can be fun—"

"Coffee is a means to an end."

"See, this is why you have no joy in your life."

You plastered on your most professional smile, already dreading whatever was about to happen. "Welcome! What can I get started for you?"

Nanamin exhaled slowly, the sigh of a man who was one bad decision away from quitting his job, leaving the country, and raising goats in the mountains. "A black coffee. No sugar."

Bless. A simple, no-nonsense order. You liked him already. You punched it into the register. "Sure. What size?"

"Large. The biggest you have."

"Got it."

You turned expectantly to the taller one.

Tall Guy hummed, tapping a finger against his chin like he was making a deeply philosophical decision. "Hmmm. What do I want? What do I need?"

You resisted the urge to check the time.

"Do you have anything sweet?"

You gestured to the massive menu behind you, which had an entire section labeled Sweet & Flavored Drinks. "Yeah."

"Okay, okay. But like, really sweet?"

"Yeah."

Tall Guy nodded, his wide grin never faltering. "Good. I’ll take the sweetest thing you have."

"...You sure?"

He leaned forward, grinning like a child about to cause chaos. "Hit me with your worst."

You stared.

Alright.

You rang up a Death By Sugar—an abomination of a drink loaded with caramel, white chocolate, vanilla syrup, and enough whipped cream to suffocate a small animal. It was the kind of thing you usually only made for children with zero parental supervision.

Tall Guy looked downright delighted when you told him.

"Yay!" Tall Guy beamed. "And make it with love!"

"I am physically incapable of that."

Nanamin gave a single, approving nod. "Good work ethic."

Totaling their order, you glanced at them. "You want your names on the cups?"

Tall Guy nodded adamantly. "Of course! That’s the most important part!"

Nanami exhaled heavily. "Nanami."

Ah, so not 'Nanamin' then.

"Just put 'The Strongest' on mine," Tall Guy added with a wink.

You didn't know what the hell he meant by that exactly, but you did not react.

You took your sweet time making their drinks, mainly because Tall Guy was watching you with the shameless enthusiasm of a child at a magic show.

"You’re really good at that," Tall Guy commented as you poured steamed milk into Nanami’s coffee.

"Yeah, it’s almost like I work here."

Nanami sighed. "Gojo, stop harassing the barista."

"How is that harassment? I’m being nice!"

"You are being a nuisance."

Tall Guy—Gojo, you guess his name is—gasped, utterly scandalized. "I’m adding joy to their day, Nanamin."

You handed Nanami his drink before he could respond. He accepted it with a grateful nod, took a sip, and immediately looked one step closer to inner peace.

You handed Gojo his monstrosity. "Look at all the caramel drizzle!" He took a sip and moaned. "Ohhhh yeah, that’s the good stuff."

Nanami looked like he had just witnessed a public execution.

"Please never do that again," he muttered.

Gojo, of course, did it again, staring directly into Nanami’s soul as he took another dramatic sip.

You were so glad these people weren’t your problem outside of this café.

"Glad you like it," you said dryly.

To your mild horror, they stuck around after getting their drinks, settling into a table near the counter. Nanami was reading a book. Gojo was not reading a book. He was watching you.

Oh no.

"Hey barista," Gojo called. "You ever get bored working here?"

You stared at him.

"Like, when it’s not busy. What do you do for fun?"

You considered telling him you started counting ceiling tiles just to make him go away. Instead, you said, "Mostly, I wait for my shift to end."

Gojo laughed. "You sound like Nanamin!"

Nanami did not look pleased with that comparison. He exhaled through his nose like he was actively restraining himself from committing a felony.

It was at this moment the door opened again.

You glanced up—

And nearly dropped the milk frother you were holding.

Because there, standing like a glitch in reality, was Choso and Yuji.

Yuji, ever the golden retriever, grinned. “Oh, hey! You guys are here too?”

Gojo turned. “Huh?”

Your eyes darted between them.

They all knew each other?

Of course they did.

Choso approached the counter, completely ignoring the other two men. His expression was blank as ever, but the moment his eyes landed on you, something shifted.

“Barista.”

You braced yourself. “Choso."

“I have returned.”

“Yes. I can see that.”

“I would like another latte."

You nodded, trying to ignore Gojo’s eyes burning into the side of your skull and the way he was grinning like he knew something you didn't. “Got it.”

Gojo crept towards Choso with that same knowing grin. “Choso, buddy, pal. This is a big deal.”

Choso frowned. “What is?”

“Oh, you know,” Gojo drawled, “you like the barista.”

Yuji coughed violently. Nanami looked ready to walk into the ocean.

Choso, to your utter confusion, considered this. Like he was running some kind of internal diagnostic.

Then, after a very long pause—

“Yes.”

Silence.

Yuji choked once again. Gojo lost his mind, cackling. Nanami, to his credit, simply closed his eyes as if this entire experience had finally broken him.

You, meanwhile, stood there with Choso’s latte in your hand, processing the fact that a man who seemed to barely understand how cafés worked had just admitted, without hesitation, that he liked you.

Nanami, who had been spectating in exhausted silence, shook his head. “I regret coming here.”

Gojo pouted. “Oh, don’t be like that! It’s fun!”

“Nothing about this is fun.”

"I think it's fun!" Yuji piped in with a wide smile.

Ignoring them, you turned back to Choso. “So. I guess you, uh, really liked the latte, huh?”

Choso nodded, looking far too serious. “It was the best thing I have ever consumed.”

You stared at him. He stared back, intense as ever.

God. This was your life now.

Choso, completely unaware of the sheer weight of his words, took the latte from you with his usual blank expression.

“Thank you, barista.”

And just like that, he took a sip, eyes half-lidding like it was the greatest thing he had ever experienced.

You exhaled. “You’re welcome, Choso.”

Gojo, still wheezing, turned to Yuji. “You have to let me know how this plays out.”

You just stared at Choso, who was still enjoying his latte like nothing had happened, wondering how your life had spiraled into this.

"Alright," Gojo said, standing up and stretching like he’d been working hard at sitting down. "We’ll be back!"

You had never heard a more ominous sentence in your life.

Nanami placed a few bills on the counter—far more than necessary—and gave you a knowing look, like he already pitied your future.

You watched the four of them leave, took a long breath, and checked the time.

Somehow, you still had four hours left on your shift.

Great.

[arkiwii]

I don't agree with you about the state of sarisil in the fandom, but we both like it and it's fun to see how enthusiastic you get over it.

I guess it depends on how you like it! I personally tend to get quite picky unfortunately, but it's how it is. I've seen a lot of content (mostly from the global community) that represented them in a way I don't like (having them be exes, focusing entirely on "divorced" rather than their self trust and how it plays in their relationship, showing Ifrit as just a dumb child who knows nothing of what is going on...). the best representations I have seen so far were in the CN community (not to say everyone in the global is doing wrong! there's really good content! I'm just saying the majority is in CN) and a lot of it made me think about the characters and how to play with them to make them the most interesting possible while staying true to canon. it can sound like my vision is very specific, but I assure it is not, lot of people get it!

also, what I say applies to content (fanfics and fanarts, but also memes, specifically), as they're easily engaged with and spread around. so if it simplifies the characters, or show them different, people who have not looked themselves into them and made their own opinion will let themselves influenced, which leads to wrong beliefs (I already have someone who only looked at their relationship from afar argue to me that "Saria should just explain to Silence that she did not know about the document she signed, and they'll forgive each other", insisting that "they're super dumb for not just talking it out". no, it's not that easy. that Saria signed the document is FAR from being the actual issue.)

once again, it doesn't apply to everyone, and thankfully, most people on Tumblr seem to share a vision similar to me (hence why I enjoy this place). however, on Twitter or Reddit, it's another place. I check many different websites and look about everywhere, I see what the majority thinks and that's why I'm kinda bugged about it. well, of course, it concerns every character and relationships, anyway. can't escape it

but I do hope I'm doing them justice, really! they're seriously important to me (I guess it was obvious that they're huge comfort characters to me), so I wouldn't forgive myself if I mischaracterize them (and I know I did by the past, when I just started to get into Arknights), and I hope other people can enjoy them just as equally

[yoosung-ah]

1. why is it even an option to not try lol. like, yeah, I didn't feel like being awake any longer anyway and would prefer to stress out my already-stressed-out bf. goodnight, Saeran

2. bro.. you can't just get on top of me like that, looking like an actual angel, when I was just gassed and have no idea where I am... gonna make me lose consciousness again looking all pretty like that

3. actual jumpscare. I usually love horror, but V you gotta give us a content warning for that kind of thing. Jesus

4. undoubtedly highly important information that V and his dark web hacker-for-hire can weaponize against us

I bet Rika saw him practicing his villain repertoire and rolled her eyes into the back of her skull. V also said Rika smelled like manure, and she said she's bored by having only him as company. love how these two actually want nothing to do with each other but insist on ruining each other's lives anyway

I might really have to attack this man. not even for the reasons most players would, either, but because if he wants crazy, I am more than happy to oblige given the current circumstances. maybe then he'll realize what's good for him. but since he's a pacifist: it's because you need therapy. there. now go put that secretly-loaded bank account to good use, love yourself, and get out of here before something truly awful happens. like, idk, going to prison

Chairman Han route when. everyone's like "where's the Vanderwood route at" but by the time we get more content, like a reboot, we'll be looking at Jumin's dad a different kinda way. we can fix him if we try hard enough

not a misunderstanding. I am unfortunately in love with you, just as I am with Saeran, which is why this AE pains me more than most. I even - like the unfaithful player that I am - told you that I liked you back in a previous call and didn't tell you off for being weird. let's not play coy now.

there's probably an uncomfortable and confusing tension in the house due to our shamelessness, and we should all - Rika included - just accept it before things get actually uncomfortable and confusing on day 3

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[andromedasummer]

oh christ ive just remembered. my sister's a massive yuki fan. now you may think "oh well liv youre autistic so once she finds out what happened she—" shes a diehard max stan as well. she gets upset whenever i/others bring up his ableism and brushes it off. it does not matter how many times i try to explain to her how this hurts. when i say allistic people choose their comfort over addressing ableism every single time i say it with experience. these next few days are going to be fucking miserable. ive half a mind to go over to my friends this is going to be unbearable i dont want to go through this.

[heavierthanlaila]

allah surely is the most merciful and he truly does listen to your duaas and he indeed answers all of them.

[tatsumi-rin]

Yeah no my family still use my deadname when talking to one another when they think I don't hear

No wonder they struggle so much with getting my name and pronouns right

But don't you know it's so hard to get used to after so many months

And I am so aggressive when correcting them

[uber-gender]

why is "chronosion" or whatever on thin ice? i view it as similar to how system members can have different ages from the body + singlets who are permanently age reg/progressed (or ageless or whatever else). is it the association/branching off of "transage" (and the association of "transage" with pedo/4chan crap or the community it harvested and being buddy-buddy with pedos and all that crap) that makes it uncomfortable? or something else im missing? (i assume its not the experience itself because you guys are 8-10 and 16-ageless but i might be wrong because i have bad theory of mind)

yeah, it's the connection between chronosian and "transage" and how people often use them interchangeably. the creator of chronosian is opposed to "transage" and other "transx/transid" identities, but we still suggest checking the op tags and blog when reblogging chronosian identities because mogai tumblr is infamously bad at research and respect.

additionally, at least to me (rev), the concept of "identifying as a different age than the body" in general is very unsettling when used outside of specific plural settings. the creator of chronosian explains in this post that neurodivergent people may identify as chronosian because of how we mature differently, and while they do provide disclaimers in an attempt to fend off ableists, I believe that the association is still potentially dangerous. the creation of microlabels for different expressions of chronosian identity also seems to me like a trivialization of the material reality of age. as a Claudia, I find it helpful to sometimes identify as an 8-10 year old, since my emotions and personality will never fully mature. however, I also identify as a 26 year old who is fully capable of harming others as an adult and is able to consent to sex with other adults. I think it is important even as a syskid or a regressor to keep a solid grasp on your real physical age, both for the safety and comfort of others and for your own self-concept.

HOWEVER, I do think that the basic terminology of "chronosian" is helpful, and would identify as it. also, ETMK is not as serious as I am about this and does not have any criticism of chronosian other than finding the word itself "sort of dorky". so that's what we mean by "on thin ice".

tl;dr, we are overall ok with chronosian as long as it is divorced from "transage", but one of us has some friendly criticism about it.

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[jimingyue]

Cat Tumblr Dashboard Simulator

🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

🕊️ birdwatching Follow

what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

🪤 m0usetrap01 Follow

as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

🐟 tunafeesh Follow

also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

🐰 evil-tabbystripes Follow

evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

make your own pawst

💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721

umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

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Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

💡 discourse-meows Follow

hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

i know you fuckers are lying

🍭 gaykittens Follow

this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us

[solelifauna]

With Bared Teeth & Prayers (Yandere Batfam X Neglected Reader) (Dark!!! Werewolf AU) (PT. 1)

TW: Mentions/allusions to cannibalism, death, and violence.

Three years had passed since that fateful day and your life had only gotten more miserable. Whatever hopes you had for being a part of a family were thwarted as soon as you stepped foot in the household. Bruce doesn't care about you, Dick was straight up mean, Jason (as the pack protector) was aggressive, Tim found you annoying, and Damien simply loathed your existence and would join Dick with his cruelty.

Both Stephanie and Barbara were civil with you, but neither really cared about what you did. Cassandra was nice, sometimes signing to you and giving you scented clothing, but she still didn't really go out of her way to engage with you. The only person who you felt truly cared about you was Alfred.

The first two years you tried your hardest to fit in and get the others to like you. You did whatever they wanted, made sure to learn their interests so you could talk to them, never complained, and made sure to respect the pack's boundaries.

You hoped that eventually, you’d all move past this hurdle and soon you would get along and be allowed in the pack den and other pack activities. Unfortunately, you realized that you would never be considered part of the family or the pack. Which as heartbreaking as it was, was the least of your worries.

You see, there was an ancient custom in werewolf culture concerning new pack members and pack initiation. When a new werewolf is introduced to a pack and their territory, the new werewolf has a certain amount of time to be accepted into the pack; if they’re not, well, they're killed and eaten. 

Yeah… quite terrifying and barbaric if you think about it, but mostly only the old lineages still continue this practice. Which is why you’re absolutely fucked. See, typically when children come to a pack they get accepted immediately, pups were (usually) considered precious.

In your case, being a half-blood severely reduced your chances and well, you guessed the Wayne family just didn't like you. Which sucks because you only have until your 18th birthday to get them to accept you, and considering your 16th birthday was coming up, your time was coming to a close. 

Or, you could always just run away. Hey! It was an option, one that you weren't sure the Bats would even let happen. Still it was worth a try. Which leads to your current situation in Bruce's office; you were trying to cut your losses a little early.

~~~~~~

“Look, I just feel as though this is the best course of action for your pack’s and my own safety.” Came your exasperated and desperate voice.

“Safety?” Bruce questions, causally flipping through some Wayne Industries documents, as if he doesn't know exactly what you're talking about.

“Considering Damian’s tried to kill me five times, two of his attempts almost being successful, and Jason's pit aggression that has him ready to rip my throat out, you can see why someone would feel unsafe.” You state, voice raising slightly in pitch.

He hummed noncommittally, his eyes still focusing on whatever paperwork he was going over.

“I'll think about it.” He replies, still disinterested.

“There’s nothing to think about! I should be allowed to leave if I want to, and if anything I'll finally be out of your pack's way.” You say, finally letting your frustration show through.

Why couldn't he just let you leave? Did he seriously want to keep you here just to kill– sorry, eat you in another two years?

“Excuse me?” He finally looks up from his work, his blue eyes meeting yours. He was unimpressed, you could tell that much at least, coupled with a dark look of simmering anger.

Okay, so maybe you should tone it down a notch.

“Come on, I'm not an idiot. I know me being here is simply a public formality, good fluff bits for the press y'know. But I'm not part of your family, and I'm certainly not part of your pack. You and the others have made that very clear. So please, allow me to do us both a favor and get out of your way.” You add.

“Where would you go?”

“Huh?” You blink in surprise.

“Where would you go?” Bruce repeats again.

“That–that is honestly none of your concern.”

“None of my concern? Aren't I entitled to know where my kid is?”

“No, you’re not. Sure you're biologically considered my father, but we all know I'm not really considered your kid.”

“Is that what you think?” He questions.

“Am I supposed to think any differently?”

“You carry the Wayne surname do you not?”

“I do.”

“Then you belong to the Waynes. To me. Which means that I decide what happens to you.”

There was the familiar darkness that you saw pooling in Bruce’s eyes, the type that left the Joker a tortured mess, the type that disemboweled Ra’s Al Ghul, the type of darkness that reminded you that Batman doesn’t kill. Oh no, he maims and tortures instead.

You unconsciously take a careful step back. 

Bruce’s stare felt like ice, and his words hung in the air, thick and heavy with an authority that was absolute. You wanted to argue, to say something, but every instinct in your body screamed for caution. There was a darkness in his gaze that you had seen glimpses of before, but never directed at you, and now it was there, unblinking, cutting through any hope you’d harbored for mercy or understanding.

Your heart hammered, yet you forced yourself to stand straighter, swallowing down the instinctive fear. 

“With all due respect,” you began, your voice smaller than you intended but steady, “staying here for another two years just for you all to—to follow through with that—custom, doesn’t seem fair.”

Bruce’s expression didn’t soften, but his posture shifted slightly, his gaze piercing through you like he could see every thought you tried to hide. 

“Belonging is earned. It isn’t granted because of blood,” he stated coldly. “If you truly wish to belong somewhere, you work for it.”

“I’ve tried,” you said, voice thick with frustration. “I’ve tried everything. I’ve followed your rules, I tried with everyone, and stayed out of everyone’s way. But nothing I do is good enough.”

“You assume that acceptance is given on your terms,” he replied, voice as controlled as ever. “Pack structure doesn’t bend to anyone’s whims. Least of all a half-blood who hasn’t proven their loyalty.”

The words stung, tearing open a wound that you thought had scarred over. You clenched your fists, feeling the sharp ache of your own nails digging into your palms. “And what exactly does proving myself look like here? Surviving Damian’s attacks? Letting Jason rip me apart every chance he gets?”

“Watch your tone,” he warned, his voice low, cutting through any retort you’d planned.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to take another step back from his desk. Challenging him wouldn’t help. He’d already decided where you stood, and nothing you said would change that. Maybe it was better to save your energy, conserve your strength for the day you’d finally slip away.

“Understood,” you said, swallowing the bitterness in your throat. “If that’s how it is, then I’ll stay out of everyone’s way.”

 But you’d still leave when the time comes.

Bruce’s gaze hardened, like he knew what you were thinking. “Your place is here until I decide otherwise,” he said, a finality in his tone that told you any further argument would only worsen things.

He dismissed you with a look, returning to his papers as if the conversation were over, as if you were no longer there. Every step you took out of the office felt heavier, like the manor itself was holding you down, binding you to this place that was never truly a home.

As you closed the door behind you, the cold emptiness of the hallway wrapped around you, and you knew then—you were on your own. If you were to survive this, it would be on your own terms.

It's like clockwork when Alfred calls you down for dinner. The same time, the same routine.

You show  up to dinner, hands still shaking and mind still reeling from your disturbingly cryptic conversation with Bruce. But, never mind that you’d just eat quietly and leave like you always do. You moved to your normal seat only to find that all the chairs near the end of the table had disappeared. What the actual fuck. Was this some type of powerplay? Something to imply that you didn’t even have a seat at their table anymore? 

You mean, you wouldn't mind eating in the safety and comfort of your own room. With an exasperated sigh, which had a couple of heads turn their attention to you, you grabbed an empty plate and started loading it up with food. You were about to head back to your room when you heard an outraged growl from behind you.

The kind of growl that had you tensing, ready to submit and roll onto your back.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Jason growled out from behind you.

You freeze.

“To my room?” You responded meekly, curling in on yourself as much as you could.

“And pray tell, why do you think that’d be acceptable?”

“Uh–um, ‘cause my seats’ gone?”

Jason only smirked, the feral kind that almost always promised pain to his enemies.

“Oh, but your chair isn't gone, it's right here.” Jason says pointing to a chair right near the head of the table.

You blanked. That's not right. Only pack was allowed that close to the head of the table, where Bruce sat, where the pack leader sat.

“B-But, I can’t–”

“Did that sound like a suggestion?”

You shook your head no, swallowing down a whimper that almost escaped your lungs.

“Then sit your ass down,” Jason growled.

He didn't have to tell you twice.

Immediately you shakily sat down in your new seat, on the left side of Bruce’s seat at the head of the table with Jason sitting at your left shoulder and Dick across from you. Not good, not good at all. You could feel the acidic, green gaze of Jason burning into the side of your face whilst Dick languidly sipped his wine, a sickeningly sweet smile (with way too many teeth to be considered anything but malicious), plastered on his face as he stared at the new seating chart. You let out a shaky breath, trying to get your heart rate back to normal; you were so gonna die tonight.

Thankfully, Bruce arrived and sat himself in his seat at the head of the table; right next to you. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on getting air in your lungs and slowing your racing heart. Unbeknownst to you, Bruce shot a knowing stare at the rest of the table. As much as you tried to conceal it, they could all hear your rapidly fluttering heartbeat and your poorly hidden breathing. Tim and Jason both watched you amused; you looked so darn pathetic, sitting there trembling like a leaf. 

You glanced down at your plate, picking at the food without really tasting it, hoping that staying silent would help you melt into the background.

Bruce, however, remained still and silent, his presence looming over you, radiating the authority that seemed to keep everyone else in check. But even that felt like a facade; the way his gaze lingered on you for a split second too long told you he was watching closely, assessing.

You forced yourself to take a bite, trying to steady your hands enough to appear somewhat composed. But the sound of your own heartbeat seemed to echo in your ears, loud and unrelenting, as if amplifying the anxiety that twisted in your gut. They could hear it too; you knew that much from the way Jason’s smirk deepened, from the way Tim’s lips twitched with barely-contained laughter.

As the dinner dragged on, every clink of a fork, every quiet murmur, felt like it was directed at you. The food turned to ash in your mouth, each bite only reminding you of the eyes trained on you, dissecting you with every chew and every breath.

The rest of the dinner passed in strained silence, every second an endurance test as you forced yourself to stay seated, to keep your head down. When Bruce finally pushed his chair back and dismissed everyone, the wave of relief was almost enough to make you lightheaded. Quick as a whip, you practically ran up the stairs towards the safety and solace of your room.

When you make it, the locks on your door are immediately fastened (not that it would do much if anyone wanted to actually force their way in). You exhale in relief as you try to collect your thoughts. Fuck, everything was going to shit; the worst part being you had school tomorrow (which thankfully you did not go to Gotham Prep; you'd kill yourself if you did). You groaned at the thought, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes to relieve the ache shooting through them.

Looks like another night of shitty sleep.

Taglist!!: @lostsomewhereinthegarden, @the-rouge-robin, @confused-they

[i-starcreamed]

Hi!, can I get some headcanons of transformers one character being jealous and the reader teases them.

D-16, Orion, Sentinel, Badassatron, and elita.

TF-ONE X READER

I tried to make this silly I'm feeling silly...enjoy

Post includes all of above :3

D-16

Tries to act unaffected by it, but doesn’t make a huge deal

Usually

He’s usually nice about it

Let’s say a bot is being really friendly with you, they’re making you laugh and everything. D sees from the distance, then comes up to you. Placing a servo against the small of your back-frame. “Heyy what’s so funny? I want to hear too :)”

He’s forcing a smile so bad.

He’s harmless, man, he trusts you completely

If another bot is for real flirting with you though, he's going to be so passive-aggressive

It’s more like he wants ur attention lol

If you teased him about it he’s going to deny it so hard

"What? No, no no.. I’m not jealous..pfft"

If you’re extra sweet maybe he’ll admit it

NOO y/n.. I’m funnier than them anyway.. I’m cooler too..

Orion

Don’t get jealous often either

He trusts you, he’s trustful of most bots

He gets jealous when you don't give him enough attention too

You’ll be talking to someone and he’ll just be in the background like,

“I’m..Y/N? Hey I..y/n? Uhm..I'm..right here..”

He’s so awkward, he doesn’t want to be rude to either of you but he’s lonely!!

If you tease him about looking sad when you’re not looking at him all the time, he’ll softly scoff.

"Well...yeah. They were flirting with you.."

sad puppy eyes

"Orion..they were asking me about Sentinels speech yesterday.."

"Oh...sorry."

eughhh

Sentinel

Oh boy

It’s a mix of irritation and jealousy

Why are you looking at someone else! When you can be looking at him!

He might be an attention seeker. He’ll just say things to catch your attention.

“Hey sweetspark, come look at my new paint job!” He calls you over as you're busy talking to someone else, he looks exactly the same btw

If you teased him I feel like he’ll take it way too seriously

“Jealous? What is there to be jealous of?? I’m literally Sentinel??”

But then his insecurity starts

“Wait…do you like talking to them more?”

evil sad puppy eyes

He'll only be content if you feed him compliments. Also erm..never talk to that bot again

#toxic

If he can’t demote the bot he was jealous of, he’ll try to one-up them, otherwise they are FIRED

After he gets over it he’ll be extra affectionate. You also get affectionate when you tease him so maybe it’s not so bad after all

insert makeout session

B-127

Badassatron

He’s definitely a bit attention and touch-starved after being stuck in low levels for who knows how many years

It’s only logical that he’s glued to your side for the rest of your life

If he’s jealous it’s very obvious. He tries to do something to get your attention or awkwardly stands there

Hey y/n look at this! - Does a backflip and falls

Tease him about it and he gets flustered

"Whattt? No, I’m not jealous!" He lets out a cocky laugh

“Ok maybe a little..”

Kiss his faceplate all over and he’s yours

He's definitely the least harmful

If he's jealous about a bot he particularly dislikes or they're flirting with you out and about, he might be more passive-aggressive about it

"Hey don't mean to intrude or anything, but uh, I'm kinda busy with my PARTNER. And by PARTNER I mean we're together. Yeah, uh huh! So, if you don't mind, my PARTNER and I are going to ignore you now. Since we're y'know..busy being together."

Elita

She’s smug about her jealousy, but only you could tell

“No, I’m not jealous. What makes you think that?”

Meanwhile, she’s giving the nastiest glare to the other bot.

“You really need to stop bringing their hopes up. Did you hear the way they were flirting with you?”

“Elita...they were just thanking me."

“Don’t even look at them actually"

If you tease her, she either denies it or is very proud

Like yeah she got a little jealous, she has such an amazing partner and anyone in their right mind would see that too.

Or no..she's definitely not jealous. She's just speaking her mind