#who would notice all the little changes that i dont. who would worship me as i get bigger and bigger without realizing

[pigfriends]

which would you prefer, a transformation that has you rapidly swelling up out of nowhere until you can hardly stand but doesn't go any further, or a slow but steady transformation that given enough time will leave you so big you can't do anything but lie on the ground and watch yourself swell even further?

rapid is good fun but im such a sucker for slow and steady... noticing after a few weeks maybe that my baggy clothes arent as loose as they used to be, brushing it off as bloating. a month or two and people are commenting that ive gained a little weight, but just laughing and saying it must just be the winter months and i'll work it off come summer. but no matter what i do it keeps coming, just a pound or so a day, juuust enough to know that it's happening but slow enough that i dont realize how big ive gotten. sure, it's a bit odd how often i'm buying new clothes, but i'm sure its just part of getting older. it's a lot harder to take the walk to the bus stop, and i sure am sweating so much more recently, but i'm sure its just a diet thing, or this new job thats keeping me behind a desk all day, and it'll even out soon. A pound a day doesn't sound that bad, does it? until one day i see a picture from two years ago and dont even recognize myself, slim and fit while now i'm creeping closer to 400lbs with every passing day. would i recognize my face without the round cheeks and extra chins that've grown in? would i be horrified at what had happened and panic, struggling against the inevitable as the pounds kept piling on, or would i embrace it, letting myself get bigger and bigger, just a little bit every day. how long before i can't reach the steering wheel in my car? before fitting through doorways is a nearly impossible task? before getting out of bed becomes a nightmare? before standing at all is impossible? how big can i even get? a pound a day is more than 250 a year, after all...

[msnameless]

I dont know if u write dubcon but can you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a reader who’s self esteem is so low that she decides to break up with gojo only for gojo to aggressively ruin her insides + body worship hehe

I'm not sure if I captured the vibe but i tried lol.

feel free to send asks as alw

❍ ࣪⁎⁺Insecurity⁎⁺˳ .

Gojo Satoru x Reader

You try to break up with Gojo Satoru due to your insecurity but he's having none of that.

(1.5k words, oneshot)

"I can't do this anymore."

"Do what anymore, sweetheart?" Gojo cocked his head and grinned at you mischievously.

"Us, I don't...I just can't. I'm sorry," you stood up and began leaving much to Gojo's alarm.

"Woah woah, hold your horses, little missy," your wrist was tugged back by your boyfriend-turned-ex. Gojo was upon you in a flash.

"Where do you think you're running off to?"

A pair of electric blue eyes burned into yourself as Gojo peered at you intensely. His gaze scanned over you as if trying to uncover a conceivable reason why you'd want to end the relationship. You felt your hairs prick up and shoved him away, mortified.

The silence that hung between the both of you stretched into forever, though in reality, it lasted for merely 3 seconds. Gojo looked astounded, all traces of playfulness now gone.

"What do you mean?" he asked concerned.

"Look, if this is about your leftovers that I-"

"Gojo, please just leave me alone," you begged earnestly, hoping your voice wouldn't break and lead to a meltdown.

You wanted to leave before it could happen, stumbling out the door, heading straight home.

The truth was you had always noticed the sheer gap between you and Gojo in all aspects possible, whether it be in terms of physical attractiveness or power. Everyone knew Gojo Satoru, the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer in the world, the only one to have been born with the Six-Eyes and limitless technique in the last 400 years. He drew eyes whenever he walked into a room, that confident stride promising an easygoingness that came from knowing you would always be far above everyone else.

You knew what people must've thought when they saw you as his girlfriend. You were a mere wallflower, not even deserving of a second glance. You hated it whenever people stared at you for a second longer than you thought necessary, imagined their withering judgement as they took you in with disdain. You felt your clothes tighten, and every flaw on your body became more noticeable than ever.

You compared yourself with just about anyone. Gojo was surrounded by plenty of attractive people such as Shoko Ieiri, and you felt like an ugly duckling amongst them. But you had to hide it. After all, you were Gojo Satoru's girlfriend.

Thus, you began trying to change yourself in a desperate hope that you'd be happier with yourself, going on diets, and working out rigorously.

Nothing ever lasted. You would always go back to your normal self. Disgusting self, was what you thought. The mirror was a dreadful reminder of what you were when you glanced into it every day, and soon that got covered up, too, like your body. All the while, you acted your usual on the outside, keeping up the mask that served to hide your self-loathing.

Things escalated when you feared physical contact with Gojo, thinking that whenever he hugged you from behind, all your rolls of fat could be felt. The insecurity became so crippling that you were utterly miserable until you finally decided to end your relationship with him.

For the next 2 days, you kept to yourself at home, ignoring the incessant texts from Gojo before you blocked him. You thought things were finally over until your door got broken down, blasted open on its hinges by Gojo.

"Oops, didn't mean to be so rough," he shrugged as he strode in.

"Now then. Enough is enough."

The next second, you were lifted up and set in front of Gojo.

"What's your problem, lady? You thought you could just break up with me without a reasonable explanation?" he scoffed.

"Tell me why or I'm not leaving," he demanded.

You tried to speak, but a lump in your throat left you mute. How would you begin to explain the inferiority you felt compared to him? Gojo waited for you patiently, but your voice had vanished.

"If this is about thinking you're not good enough, you'd better stop now," Gojo warned.

He snickered at your questioning look.

"I'm more observant than people give me credit for. Did you think I wouldn't see the way you shy away from my hugs?" he pouted before sighing dramatically.

"This is an emergency, I can't have my sweetheart hating herself, now can I?" he mumbled, hand holding his chin in thought.

"Got it! I guess I'll just have to drill it into you then," he smirked, eyes darkening as he pressed feather kisses from your forehead to your eyes, cheeks, lips, neck, making his way down slowly. Compared to his kisses, his rough hands caressed your body urgently, kneading and stroking all the places where you used to allow him to do so before growing insecure.

"I love you here, here, here..." he whispered sensually, starting to life your shirt over your head but you stopped him, afraid of being bared.

"Don't-"

Gojo silenced you with a kiss, biting harshly on your lips.

"Uh-uh, let me work my magic and make you feel real good, kay?" Gojo grinned maniacally.

You didn't dare to speak under his feral gaze and he took it as a sign to continue.

The air hummed with electricity. You felt your body flush as the room turned stuffy, becoming indescribably hot. Gojo's touches burned your skin and you could feel a raw desire pooling in your stomach as his fingers danced all over the curves and dips of your body.

You were helpless under Gojo's ministrations and soon laid under him in all your glory.

It had been too long for Gojo since he was allowed to admire you. After all, you had distanced yourself from him and it was now time to make up for what he missed out on. Gojo paused his teasing and looked down at you before opening his mouth.

"Buckle up, sweetheart."

All you remembered of the next few hours was pure bliss as well as you and Gojo chanting each other's names like a mantra. He slammed into you over and over again, never faltering, all while whispering sweet nothings into your hair. Your body was stretched to its limits and the sensations made you see stars in your vision. It was too much yet never enough at the same time.

His long and slender fingers constantly prodded in and out of you, swiping and circling where he knew it felt irresistible. Impossibly quick, tantalizingly slow; over and over again in a vicious cycle, to the point where it had you begging for his sadistic torture to end, granting you release. Gojo knew your body better than yourself, and could rely on his deft fingers alone to strip you of your defenses.

Gojo worked himself to the bone, playing you like an instrument expertly as you tried but failed to stifle noises that would make a sailor blush.

You almost came multiple times, just for Gojo to stop after driving you to the edge and pulling you back again. He frowned at you in mock disappointment.

"I don't like it when you cover yourself," he taunted derisively. From then on, Gojo made sure your mouth was free to make any noise he wanted you to, unless of course he chose to fill it up himself personally.

The taste of salt and passion permeated your senses, prompting you to understand exactly what it meant to be claimed by Gojo.

Ruffling your hair, Gojo kept praising you, coaxing climaxes out from your body time after time. It was almost too much and you trembled from the insistent stimulation.

"Just like that, one more time? You're doing so well," he cooed. Even if you couldn't, you had to. Gojo never halted his actions to let you catch your breath. In and out, in and out, Gojo moved at a speed that was more beast than man. You howled his name, unsure if you were pleading for him to cease and desist or continue.

As the moon shone and sparkled in its obsidian tapestry that was the peaceful night, you and Gojo danced the devil's tango, with Gojo leading. Bodies colliding, breaths mixing, hands entangling, your eyes never dared to leave Gojo's as he demonstrated personally his affections towards you.

He had you enchanted with the way he looked, groaning at the sight of you and kissing anywhere he could on your body. Saliva and sweat pooled together, glimmering on your skins.

Gojo's eyes sparkled brighter than the stars as he stared down at your body ardently, raking over everything. Bodies still connected, he clasped your hand and linked your fingers together, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never leaving yours, Gojo kissed every single one of your knuckles.

"You're so pretty, y'know that?" he sighed.

"I never want to stop loving your body."

The next morning, your body was littered with black and purple marks, a reminder of what went down the night before. You stumbled getting out from bed and was caught in Gojo's embrace. He chuckled amusedly, hair tousled from slumber.

"Woah there, looks like someone had too much fun last night. Your legs still working or nah?" he teased.

You shrieked and whacked him in response.

"Seriously, I love you just the way you are. You're gorgeous in my eyes and that's all that matters," Gojo mumbled, head lying above yours.

Gojo's voice then took on a more lethal edge.

"Or do we have to start this ritual of worshipping you every night?"

[silenttrxxs]

D&G - choi san - 산

Y/N was known to give an amazing show, her modelling agency had called her in to give her the best news she could have asked for. Walking for Dolce And Gabanna, it was a dream.

It was time, standing behind the scenes waiting for the celebrities and guests to arrive and take their seats. Y/N nerves were creeping in. It would have been a breeze if they hadnt have mentioned that her favourite person had been invited to attend the show. Youre wondering who this is, well its Choi San. Known for being one of the best and kindest souls to ever walk this planet, with looks that could kill a person.

The music starts, cueing the models all to get into place, last minute touchups being made and the doors swinging open. All nerves long forgotten for the time being as Y/N focused her soul into her work. It was all running smoothly until the moment she had finished, she thought to herself that she would get out of this show unscathed. Oh she thought wrong.

San was admiring the clothes, really intreguied by the pieces as everyone walked past him, but Y/N had really caught his eye. The piece that she wore was beautiful, really exentuating Y/N figure in all the right ways. But he couldnt take his eyes from Y/N face. The natural makeup highlighting key points of her face and this drawing in Sans attention not to mention the winks and little smiles that Y/N gave as she walked past, hoping not to get caught.

Everyone managed to get the show done it was time to get out there and greet people, the infamous afterparty. Y/N had changed a nice dress given to her for this event, she made sure to highlight it and showcase it off to everyone.

Taking a glass of wine from the tables lining the entrance Y/N took a sip looking around, before choking a little as her eyes land on san.

Dressed handsomely in a white suit from last years collection, he really looked something out of a royal movie. He was glancing around clearly trying to figure out if he wanted to be at the afterparty. Feeling somewhat the same and wanting to just rest herself, Y/N took a gulp of the wine and walked towards san.

"you look like you want to be here" Y/N said laughing a little.

"My names Y/N, You?" Y/N said trying to play it cool infront of him something striking a confidence she didnt know she had.

"Well hello to you too, my names san" san said laughing a little.

"Well i must say you look handsome today" Y/N remarked a slight blush creeping up her face as she locked eyes with San.

"You did amazing up there Y/N, True beauty doesnt often land infront of me like this" San said being the first to slyly grasp Y/N hand bringing it up and placing a chaste kiss to her hand.

"A princess like you should be worshipped" San said not stopping the rare flirtatiousness come out of him like a tap.

"Well arent you something huh san" Y/N said giggling and trying to turn away to hide the blush on her cheeks.

San laughed noticing the blush but not wanting to probe into Y/N and ruin this chance before he even got it.

"You wanna come back to my hotel its not far and you and me both dont exactly fit the afterparty type huh?" San said laughing as he felt his own blush creeping up his neck into his cheeks.

"Y-Yeah sure why not" Y/N agreed grabbing sans hand and following him as he lead them out of the hustle and bustle of the afterparty.

Getting back to the hotel he turnt to Y/N, any other thoughts leaving his head as he leant into Y/N slowly gaging a nod from Y/N he leant in kissing her deeply, tongues dancing together and breathes getting caught together.

San was going insane slowly, the way she felt in his grasp was something he could have dreamed about. "God youre incredible" San spoke as they pulled away only to notice that Y/N eyes were blown wide and full of a lust that was powerful, he looked into her eyes before leaning in and whispering into her ear.

"Bedroom now, i want you naked and on all fours at the end of the bed by the time i get there" San said leaving a bite on her earlobe.

Y/N was done for the way the words left his mouth left her almost drooling, getting up quickly and moving to the bedroom stripping down to nothing and getting in position she felt helpless in the best way he had her wrapped around his finger.

"Good girl" San spoke as he walked into the room taking the belt off and tapping it in his hands.

"Do you think you deserve anything princess, i saw the way you was flirting with me, this is what you wanted from me isnt it, you knew excatly who i was from the start" San spoke a breathy laugh leaving his mouth as he cracked the belt watching the way Y/N body flinched and the wetness buliding up in between her legs clear and eviddent to san.

San couldnt hold back much longer he needed her just as bad as she needed him before he could even get a response he let his fingers trail down her folds, collecting the wetness onto his fingers and feeling the way she would clench around nothing. Begging silently for him.

"Look at you being so needy for me, just want me cock dont you doll" San said lowly before taking himself out of his clothes, lining himself up and thrusting into her harshly.

"Made for this arent you, such a cockslut... thats obvious to see" San said grabbing a handful of Y/N hair and letting out a breathy laugh. his hand gripping onto her hip with every thrust. sure to leave a bruise in its wake.

The way Y/N clenched around him with every word he said was mindblowing he didnt know if he could hold back much longer. Thrusting harder he let his head roll back as he felt the warm familar feeling collecting inside him. The noises tou made were guiding him to reach his high too. "gonna make me cum baby, gonna make you mine, no one can make you cum the way i do, youll only remember my cock now" san growled slamming into Y/N mercilessly.

San couldnt hold back anymore, he flipped Y/N over gripping onto himself and stroking himself more, "Open wide baby" San said watching the way Y/N Let her tongue hang loosely from her mouth. "F-Fuck" was all san could breathe out before releasing all ober her tongue, some of it falling and landing on her cheeks and even runnig down onto her breasts.

"Fuck youre made for me" San said before catching his breath and moving slowly, laying next to Y/N and pulling her into cuddle placing a chaste kiss to her forehead before she dosed off.

[teyamloving12]

Sub neteyam pleaseeeeee 🙏

Mighty Warrior has gone soft

Warning: NSFW content, bondage, oral ( f receiving), sub!Neteyam(19), dom!reader (21), tit worship, inexperienced!Neteyam

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Many thought you were fierce, a challenge, some even said you were like your late uncle, Tsu'tey, that passed a few years back. You submitted to no one or showed them mercy, for a challenge is a challenge.

Even though you were 2 years older than Neteyam, he always found you attractive in everything you do. Unlike girls his age, you were tough and dangerous while they are begging for his attention like whores.

"Neteyam get your act together!", you shouted from your ikran above him. "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry!", he responded. You smirked. Young boys were always so fun to tease and Neteyam might act like he was tough but deep down inside you knew if you told him to kneel before you, he would.

For a so called mighty warrior, he was easy to persuade or maybe he would just do anything for you.

You finally finished patrolling the sky with Neteyam who has been shamelessly looking at you on the way back. Tuk ran you to Neteyam and hugged him. You couldn't help but smile, after all she is a cutie. She jumped in your arms, you spins her around causing her to Tuk. " Well hello there, Angel. Could wait to see me, huh?", you said chuckling. "How was the patrol? Was it fun? Can I come with you guys tomorrow?", you smiled at the little girl and placed her on her feet. " One day I will when you are old enough.", you ruffle her braids which immediately caused her to pout and ran to her mother who was calling her.

You quickly turned to Neteyam and changed your demeanor. "What the fuck was that out there, huh? ", you shouted as you pulled into your tent to patch him up. He looked at the ground, ashamed of himself. He never wanted to disappoint you. You were the perfect definition of how he wanted to be but your beauty distracts him. Your harshness towards him made him horny. He would jerk off thinking of you dominating him and give him many praises of what a good boy he was. He knew it was wrong because you were probably not into young boys and you were older than him by 2 years.

He was envious of the older guys and how they always surround you. He was jealous of that fact you allowed them to touch anywhere they please while if he inhaled around you, he would be scolded. He was Neteyam, son of Toruk Makto and yet, you still pushed him away.

He watched as you mixed an ointment made of leaves, grinding it aggressively. "I do not wish for you to feel like nothing, Neteyam.", you said breaking the silence. He sat beside you in salience. "I dont wish for the sky people to take another person's life, especially the ones I care about.", his ears perked up immediately. You cared about him. That made his poor little heart flutter. He glanced at you lovingly.

"The Sky people killed my uncle, he was the definition of a mighty warrior made by Eywa.", you continued. " Tsu'tey, my father never stop talking about him.", Neteyam said. You smiled mournfully at him looking at the paste you finally finished. You sighed loudly, staring at Neteyam for a while.

" Lay in my lap so I can apply the ointment.", you say plainly. His eyes widened instantly. "W-wait I should what? No it is f-fine I can do it myself!", he rambled on and on and stop after seeing you glaring at him. He immediately dropped to his knees and laid your head on your thighs. Your breasts blocked his view out of your stoic yet beautiful face. They were so full and were begging to be praised and sucked on. He stop staring after hearing you chuckle.

"What's wrong?", he asked as if he wasn't started at you inappropriately. " You've been staring at them all day, Neteyam.", you said suggestively while the Sully boy still in your lap. Neteyam froze. You noticed, you probably were going to tell his entire family and the village, he would be exiled, Toruk Makto's son or not.

"Is this blocking your view, sweet boy?", you asked fiddling with your top. Neteyam nods shyly. You smiled as pull your top revealing your breasts.

Neteyam immediately attacks at them suckling on them like a hungry newborn. He licked your sensitive nipple causing you to moan. "Good boy Neteyam! I love it when you actually listen.", you praised him causing him to suck it harder than before.

"Mama your breasts are so beautiful, wanna suck on them forever!", he said. You pulled your nipple out of his mouth, causing him whine. You got up to grab some rope. Neteyam looked confused. What were you going to do with the rope?

" Don't cum until mama tells you so, okay baby?", he nods his head trying to suppress the moans from you stroking his cock roughly. His dick was twitching. He thrusted his hips into your hands as you rub the sensitive tip. And then you suddenly remember, Neteyam was pure. He was a virgin. For an inexperienced boy, he sure knew how to please a woman.

You sit on his lap, grinding on his hard-on as you tied his arms to your bedpost while he comfortably laid on the bed. "What is this for? Did I do something? I've been a good boy, right?", he questioned. "Don't question mama. And no! You have NOT been a good boy. You almost got yourself killed today so I punish you.", he looks afraid and pitiful. He sat on his face, he buried his tongue inside you and gave your puffy clit kitten licks. You grabbed your aching cock making him flinch.

"Mama please make me cum, I beg You!", you laughed hearing the mighty warrior begging. "Mommy please stroke it harder! I am so sensitive! Please Mama, let me cum!", he continued to beg. "Go on. Cum for Me .", as you said so, his jizz squirted all over your hand and your back. "Did I do good Mama?I am better than the other guys, right?

"Yes that is right. But I can't tell them the mighty warrior has gotten soft, now can I?", you replied. Neteyam shakes his head. You crawled down to his cock and give the tip a kiss.

"Be a good boy and Mama will reward you well."

[youremyheaven]

I think youre right about Jennie(BP) being a Ashlesha native because Meghan Markle is also Ashlesha and she gets crazy amounts of hate all the time for little to no reason. People also for the longest time hated on Megan Fox, another ashlesha and Megan Thee Stallion(Ashlesha Chart Ruler/lagnesh) gets a crap ton of unwarranted hate as well.

Why do people hate Ashleshas so much?

i've lowkey changed my mind about her being Ashlesha Rising

Ashlesha, Vishaka, Bharani and Shravana are all Outcaste naks and people hate on them a lot and they do not have it easy, but Ashlesha is a unique case in many other ways. She's already Vishaka Moon and it explains why people thrash her so much but i don't think she has 2 outcaste naks in her big 3 tbh

the reason i dont think Jennie is Ashlesha Rising anymore is because I've noticed that it girls and icons ALWAYS have Venusian influence. Jennie has no Venus naks in her chart so the only way it would make sense is if she had a Venusian nak as her rising sign. People imitate her, buy everything she endorses/uses/makes, copy her looks, she literally set plastic surgery trends even lol, none of that would happen in the absence of Venus influence, so I have to conclude that Jennie has Venus Rising

my best bet is that she's Purvaphalguni Rising,, something about her being a tropical Virgo Rising just makes sense to me,, she's a perfectionist and very meticulous

I wouldn't be surprised if she had Purvashada Rising either tbh, it kind of fits but i am 100% certain she is not Bharani Rising

people hate Ashleshas because Ashleshas have a tendency to thrive in negativity. it goes back to its mythology.

The deity of Ashlesha is the Nagas (serpent god)

There are the three main Nagas: Shesha (the world rests on him), Vasuki, and Takshak (Tribal chief of Snakes). In the month of Shravan Nagas are worshiped on a period called Naga Panchami. There was a time when Nagas were growing in the population becoming a threat to humans, therefore they were instructed by Brahma to live deep underwater. They are considered to live under the ocean in a place called the Patal. Nagas are condemned to live in the underground. Some of the Nagas are demons who can hurt others, Whereas, some Nagas are worshipped as gods. Therefore, Ashlesha individuals come with this duality in them where they can either hurt others or they can heal and help others.

the thing is that the mythologies of some nakshatras are very heavy and dark. Ashlesha is one of them. to be condemned to live away from society is part of its myth. being an outcaste nak increases this tendency. this means even if they want to belong, they are shunned by or not accepted into society, which we can see with all these celebs who get hated on for no reason. Others feel their serpentine energy and it makes them feel uncomfortable. some people just have an energy or presence that invites condemnation without reason.

i think these experiences can no doubt make Ashleshas feel bitter and grow fully into their destructive powers. The shakti of this nakshatra, as mentioned in the puranas is "vish ashleshan" which means "burning poison", this is a very powerful shakti to have (every nak has a shakti, you can google yours) but to be able to "burn poison" you have to be unaffected by it, snakes are immune to their own venom. the healing that Ashleshas are capable of is also of a more aggressive kind. its like chemotherapy where you have to kill the bad cells to be healthy again. its not like sunshine and rainbows type of healing.

this is why I said Ashleshas thrive in negativity, they may or may not intentionally create negativity although the themes of the nak suggest that they have a penchant to dwell in or stir things towards darkness. Its that no matter how bad things get, Ashleshas will thrive?? something that would emotionally destroy another person will not do anything to an Ashlesha. this can be scary because they will stay in toxic relationships simply because they have the ability to withstand toxicity. think about megan fox and MGK's toxic relationship, he apparently called her threatening to kill himself and she had a breakdown?? and she wrote a poetry collection chronicling how fcked up their relationship is. in my post about ashleshas and toxic relationships i have cited numerous examples. Ashleshas often have difficult childhoods and these early experiences also contribute to them entering into toxic relationships as adults. a child weaned on poison considers harm to be comfort.

i feel like the whole taurus, gemini & cancer rashi naks deal with heavyyyy themes ,, the later naks suffer in more existential or emotional ways i feel, these ones straight up be fighting for their life with others

[alatismeni-theitsa]

I have some questions abt hellenic polytheism and how its practiced. I myself have been practicing it for a while, but something I noticed while researching about it is a distinct lack of actual greek people in online social media spaces. It was first brought to my attention after seeing a reddit post and youtube video explaining how using “hellenismos” is considered cultural appropriation. After that, Ive noticed how the main sources Ive used about hellenic polytheism isnt really from the people whos culture were trying to practice. AKA non greeks.

I would like to know your explanations on the basics of hellenic polytheism like altars/shrines, khernips, prayers, devotees, tarot/oracle cards, pendulums, kharis, and offerings. There might be some knowledge that I got wrong and need to change, like maybe the way I give offerings needs fixing and I need to give more perishable offerings like food than handmade crafts like art for apollo. And maybe theres a spicic way to do it and not just place it on the altar. Other than websites like hellenicfaith.com, r/hellenism is usually my main source with a grain of salt because of the strange lack of greeks in discussions, and although my friend who is also practicing hellenic polytheism gives me a lot of advice, their main sources are tiktok and. Well, I dont think I need to explain why thats a bad source. (Their main justification is “of course tiktok isnt that serious” and “it comes from the pagans themselves”)

Also, Im also curious on your thoughts about people who practice in secret.

I hope this isnt too long, I just wanna make sure Im using a better source than reddit because, well, its reddit. Not the most reliable source.

Hello! If you don't mind I will also address two more questions I got on the matter, since I feel they are related to yours. They are the following:

Hello all! You did very well to seek Greek sources because you are essentially dealing with a foreign culture and it's not right to assume it looks just like your local one. I will guide you as much as I can but I am very open to being corrected by knowledgeable Greeks and xenoi alike because I am not an infallible scholar. As always, my posts are open to additions in case I missed something.

Let me start by saying I believe it's important to focus on the living Greeks as well, in parallel to your studies of ancient religious texts. Not only were our ancient people diverse with various opinions but... they are also dead and cannot speak anymore. So, it's the alive Greeks who now handle and pass down the culture. If something gives the ick to modern Greeks, it probably goes against what the culture considers appropriate or strange.

Greeks will get "the ick" even if they are not well-read on ancient Greek customs, because the Greek culture largely holds its philosophy when it comes to worship. Disclaimer: This is not an unbroken rule, as some of our cultural elements have shifted or changed, as it happens to all cultures around the globe, and also because a Greek does not know everything. But it's good to keep that general statement in mind.

An example of a practice not seen favorably by Greeks nowadays is some Western women practitioners covering their heads because of Hellenic Polytheism. The ancient faith may demand it but the veil was forced a lot on Greek women and collectively we believe it doesn't make any sense to wear it, even in scenarios of faith tied to our culture. Now, that doesn't mean that it's any of our business if a Hellenic Polytheist wants to veil but it'd be good for this person to have knowledge of the history and rights of Greek women, and really evaluate why they want to veil beyond "the ancients did it", since Greek culture is largely disagreeable to that practice now. Find a larger discussion on veiling here.

Also please capitalize the first letter of Apollo's name because this shows proper respect ;)

Let's dive into specifics a little bit. Our culture was and is practical and anthropocentric. It takes into account reality and environment, as well as human nature.

For the anthropocentric aspect: Yes, there are general guidelines because we are talking about a tradition here but no one will take your head if you do it a bit differently. As for the practical aspect: if you give non-perishable items to the gods by putting them on their altar, in 10 years you won't have a space in your house to stand. If they are non-perishable you have no reason to remove them. Because if you remove them is like taking back offerings that were meant for the deity.

The offerings of Greeks in Polytheism and Christianity included perishable items such as food, candles/oil lamps, flowers, incense, libations, etc. And since they go bad you have a reason to remove them. But you also don't want any waste on the streets or in your house. Even the sacrificed animals were meant to be eaten, and the Greek communities believed that the smell of roasted meat made the gods rejoice. In some cases, offerings that were left outside were meant to be consumed by the homeless and travelers. Everything has a purpose and a reason within that specific community. (Flowers not so much, they are just ornamental)

It's not that you cannot or should not offer non-perishable items to the gods. I'm sure a few don't hurt anyone. Just keep in mind that if the offering is a non-perishable item it is/was usually offered to the temple, so the priests can sustain themselves and continue doing their religious service on behalf of the community. We are talking about coins, clothing, jugs, animals, or whatever else.

Continuing on the matter of offerings. A small rant on how clueless some people seem to be about offerings. It would be weird to knit a winter scarf for a god and then wear it yourself because that's not how dedication/devotion works in the Greek context. Also, leaving that winter scarf on the altar doesn't make sense either because it's just… impractical in the Greek sense. You are wasting a scarf, to put it plainly. But if you make something for one deity then give it to the deity, don't wear it yourself.

I'll tackle a few more specifics now. I think you already know what they mean so I will give my opinion on them rather than explaining them. I think my opinion is shared by many Greeks.

hellenismos -> I am not sure if it's appropriation but it's surely inaccurate. Here is why, for those who wonder, with some suggestions on how to call yourself. (hint: Hellenic Polytheist is fine)

on how to be respectful and accurate: I always recommend reading as many ancient Greek texts as possible the view of the gods directly from the ancient worshipers themselves. You can read whatever texts interest you, including plays. Plays are my favourite source, to be honest. Understand on your own what the text says. The Hymn to Demeter is focused on the pain of a mother, which is pretty obvious, you are under no obligation to hear Kate the TikToker who insists on something different. You don't have to hear YouTubers who tell you Zeus is an asshole when ancient texts show us the opposite, and give a good context on why he does what he does.

altars/shrines -> The altars I've seen are usually fine, so I think western polytheists have this down. The ancient ones would be more homogenous but in our era the religion is unorganized so it's up to the individual to create an altar. Greeks still have altars in their homes as a continuation of our polytheist practices and they also have some variation. Generally, all good here.

khernips -> χέρνιψ literally translates to "washer of hands". It's a Greek practice to have clean hands before touching any sacred objects, either in Dodekatheism or in Christianity. We do not always follow it but it's important. Our old custom is also to wash hands, face, and feet before entering our Christian temples (that's why there are κρήνες outside many of them) but that's not practiced anymore because our hygiene is overall better and we already visit the temple while clean.

The cleansing part will feel natural for most Greeks and not unfit for the whole procedure. You can also cleanse items with water if the purification ritual says so. Don't lose sleep over it. Remember practicality. Khernips is just water with which you wash your hands and you can do it before a meal, like we do today. It is meant to keep you clean but doesn't bear any spiritual force - it's not like the holy water of Christians which is imbued with divine power. It's just water included in a practice that helps the religious person get ready for spiritual time.

Also! Khernips doesn't mean that you wash the whole body! It's second part, νήβω / nivo = rub is connected to cleaning body parts. For the cleanliness of the whole body we used/use "λούω / λούζω". Fun fact, on of the greatest christian temples Hagia Sofia, had a reminder outside the gate with the same verb, and it was an anagram. "ΝΙΨΟΝ ΑΝΟΜΗΜΑΤΑ ΜΗ ΜΟΝΑΝ ΟΨΙΝ", meaning "wash your sins, too, not just your face". This anagram is found in other Christian sites, as well.

prayers -> Any prayer is good. There are only a few ways a prayer can go "wrong", since there's not a subscription for that. For example a prayer has to usually praise the magnanimity of the deity, even if you are just doing it to ask something, but words from the heart are also fine. Zeus won't smite you if you include him in a phrase without praising him first.

devotees -> Afaik this was a rare phenomenon in antiquity and it's only nowadays that Westerners decided that everyone is a devotee, which looks weird to Greeks because being a devotee doesn't work exactly like Westerners do it. You don't get to pick one god, talk 99% of the time about that god, or worship just them and not recognize the whole pantheon, or just give little attention to them.

Ancient Greek towns and people had gods they were closer to, for sure, but from what I know they didn't have the same concept as modern foreign worshipers today. They were not "αφιερωμένοι"/devoted, unless they devoted their life to a deity by serving in their temple. The devoted/devotees were not everyday people.

The everyday people felt closer to some gods in the way someone can have a saint or a prophet that they align themselves with, that they feel like they can see themselves on them, or that these gods see them, or that they are related to their struggles, or have given them some sort of protection. A cultivator of vineyards will probably feel closer to Dionysus, while a fisherman to Poseidon, and a warrior to Ares. It's the same for Christian Greeks, since each of the saints has one domain and we call on them depending on our needs.

I mean, it's okay if modern people want to make new things, but we should also be clear on the nature of the ancient practice.

tarot/oracle cards, pendulums -> They are unrelated to the practice. They are just recent elements of western spiritual fascination, and the ancient Greek religion is already complete without them. If Apollo chooses to reveal himself through tarot he may as well reveal himself on a toaster xD A toaster is as related to the ancient Greek religion as much as tarot cards.

kharis -> Some Westerners overhype foreign words that are, in reality, very simple terms. Kharis is just "the grace of god" and the concept is similar to the grace spoken in Christianity, Islam and Hinduism. Kharis is not lost if you forget to wash your hands once, or if you are afraid that the item you placed on the altar is not good enough. You don't have to tiptoe around it, it's not something incomprehensible and mystical.

miasma -> Nobody asked for it but I am delivering it anyways because I see many new people to the religion treat miasma like they are 5th-century Greeks who will be punished by the plague if they menstruate too close to the altar. I've seen endless discussions online about what miasma is and all the detailed ways that you can avoid it, and how to cleanse everything and... as a 21st-century practitioner you are not supposed to be that fearful. In the Πλυντήρια festival, the statue of Athena goddess was washed clean but also cleansed metaphorically by people's sins. And you can cleanse your statues as well of course but not with the mindset of considering yourself unclean. Do not follow every advice from ancient people who thought women unclean when menstruating. Ironically, this post and this post from r/hellenism have a good approach to this. As one user says:

people who practice in secret -> I don't have particular thoughts for them. If they must hide their spirituality for reasons beyond their control, it's natural for them to do so. I wish them the best in their spiritual journey.

Take a look at my F.A.Q. page, and more specifically on these questions:

Can I worship the Greek gods as a xenos (non-Greek)?

What do Greeks think of people outside of Greece worshiping the Greek gods?

Reading List / Book recommendations on Greek Mythology

Are the Greek gods assholes? // What’s up with gods coupling with mortal women?

Also, when it comes to the practices of the ancient Greek religion, Google Scholar is your friend. Read a variety of scholars and please include Greek ones on your reading list. Western academia focuses a lot on what the myth means to The West today, while Greek academia focuses on what the myths meant in their time. Some classical students report that studying classics in Greece VS in the US can be night and day, and they got a more authentic feeling from the knowledge they gained from the Greek classes.

For gods, festivals, and rituals in Greece, I have some recommendations below, if you’d like to take a look! (The links open directly to them so you can read them for free)

Let it rain’, or ‘rain, conceive’: Rituals of magical rain-making in Ancient Greece, a comparative approach. In Roca, Z. et al. (eds.): European Landscapes and Lifestyles: The Mediterranean and Beyond. Lisboa: Edições Universitárias Lusófonas 2007: 285-304.

Cosmos 17 (2001), 197-251 Rituals of Magical Rain-Making in Modern and Ancient Greece: A Comparative Approach by Evy Johanne Håland

http://en.arch.uoa.gr/fileadmin/arch.uoa.gr/uploads/images/evy_johanne_haland/cosmos_17-2_haland.pdf

p.s., I call Christian temples "temples" because that's how we call them. We use ναός very frequently for our religious buildings.

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[mahomadjicks]

Im not gonna lie this is the nail in the coffin for me with clash…

So uh, nahhh. Im good

Between being not too fond of the manager worship in the fandom and the clash team lobotomizing their own game, in my eyes im just done.

Rather than becoming bitter or anything like that, I’m putting this blog on ice indefinitely. if you like me or my art in general, regardless of toontown, look at these;

Main Blog (Random stuff I like/reblog)

https://www.tumblr.com/softpopdrink

Squirrel and Hedgehog related blog (current fandom/art I draw)

https://www.tumblr.com/weaselfactoryex

I still like the idea of Toontown. I may like a few posts here and there going forward. I may or may not finish Greening Sideshow. We’ll see. I’m a small blog, so me leaving wont make a huge difference.

See yall later.

(Below is a rant section, so please ignore if you dont care for that.)

Is it just me, or does it seem like the clash team is bending their own backs to cater to the more ravenous, clash manager obsessed sides of the fandom? Being a fan of normal cogs, or TOONS for that matter sucks. Godspeed if you like anything besides Clash in general. Rewritten fans are just that, written off and not as noticed as their clash counterparts. You can see the interaction disparity just by looking on the tumblr tags. It literally took a ‘manager-like’ update with the new department heads for the game to get any sort of traction.

If you’re a fan of a server like ODS/Realms/literally any smaller server then god…I dont know what to say. I’m so sorry. What little attention you get for that hard work, and the small teams that are still holding on despite being brushed aside CONSTANTLY. You all are certainly strong. It must be absolute HELL to constantly be told to use your talents for clash or rewritten. Or to be told that your work would be great (as a feature for a larger server)…

Corporate Clash itself seems to be buckling under the swaths of new fans only arriving for the manager cogs. A lot of the updates and lore changes post 1.3 just seem to further weaken and break the game. Mechanics wise, the clash team seems to think that making manager fights hellish or straight up impossible to beat unless you do very specific character builds or strategies is a good thing. SPOILERS!!! Its not. Sure, you pat the back to anyone who unhealthily studies the game or looks at the wiki, but to new players who just wanna casually go through the story? They get chewed up and spit right back out by some out of nowhere cheat for the umpteenth time—

Looking at lore is a shaky subject in Corporate clash, so i understand wanting to tweak things. Alas, the clash team seems to want their cake and to eat it too…by wiping away 90% of Pre-1.3 updates without acknowledging the massive gaps in lore that opens up. Its not like they can’t look back and reference lore either. If a lowly fan like myself can piece things together then why cant the staff of literal game? They claim that old lore is confusing, when it literally takes a couple google searches to find what they’re looking for! The clash managers LITERALLY are the results of actions and events in Break the Law, aka, pre- 1.3 lore. To remove that removes their point of existence. Removing The CJ’s prior existence in the game, as well as him quitting, LITERALLY removes the reason why the CLO, and the Litigation Team exist in the overall story. Absolute nonsense.

Okay. Something slightly more positive.

I can understand why they wanna distance theirselves from Coach Z. Having a character associated to a homophobic old man sucks. I’m not too mad about that.

I understand why the Clash team thinks their choices are beneficial. Regardless of how much I stomp and whine, going forward, the clash manager cogs are the ‘blueprints’ of success for Toontown servers going forward. All of them are great challenges (when not constantly buffed) and breathe life into a 20+ year old game. Each of the managers are great characters in their own right, i just wish the fans didn’t treat them as the center of the universe.

At the end of the day, the clash team isn’t getting paid for all they do. They do all this stuff, updates for free, and that’s amazing. It’s just not for me anymore.

(Rant section over)

[little-nugget-writes-stufff]

I wish we couldve spend more time together, our beloved creator

You stare at your own statue in awe. I mean who would not? All was good until you heard a voice. The voice of a person that you knew too well. "Well hello scaramouche~ I didn't expect to see you here at the statue of our creator" he said with a smirk. Until he noticed you. "Oh? Whats up with the hood and mask huh?" He said in a teasing way.

Scara was quick to try and change the subject. "What do you want" Childe faked a shocked expression. "Well purple idiot, the tsaritsa asked me to look around here for the imposter" he said with a proud smile on his face. To him this seemed like an achievement. Eh didnt matter.

They kept talking about the tsaritsa and the divine creator. If you were honest you were suprised that they were not trying to end eachother. Everything seemed to be going good. Until childe's eyes fell on you again. "Who's this" he asked in a playfull tone. "None of your business Tartaglia" you could swear you felt electro spark in the air. "Oh so you wouldnt mind me doing this- he took off your mask.

He couldnt breathe. The divine one was infront of him, or was it the imposter? "Y-you" he managed to Mutter. Would it help if you would speak? "Hi Tartaglia" you said trying to be as quiet as possible. "Hey i know this may be confusing but how about you call me Y/n, and how about i explain it a bit huh?" The man was too stunned to speak. He could only bring out a small nod.

Scara looked at you like you were crazy. "Oh dont look at me like that. Would you rather be exposed?" Ah yes your Sass seems to have returned. "Anyways yes Hello nice to meet you, im Y/n" you said with a smile. He had always been one of your comfort characters. Four months ago you would've laughed at the thought of being a god and the people of tevyat worshipping you.

"Dont get idea's in your head child" scaramouche spat out. "Its 'childe' not child" he bit back. "Okay both of you cut it out" they turned to you within an instant.

"Dont tell me you want this idiot bothering us now do you!" Scara asked. "Ey im not an idiot and i think the creator would not mind having this 'idiot' joining them" he answered with a wide grin. Wtf were you meant to answer. Well you didn't know if Tartaglia had the intention of helping. So you decided to do the most logical option in ur little brain. "Childe i-. Before you could even FINISH ur sentence an all too familiar voice got spoke up.

Haha cliffhanger :)

Idk if you guys still like the story tho

So perhaps its gonna be dramatic :)

Perhaps.

[iwadori]

Why you break up with the haikyu boys part 2 (Osamu, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ushijima.)

Part 1 (Atsumu, Oikawa, Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Genre: angst

masterlist

Osamu: “For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know that you...”

You and Osamu were basically arranged to be together, you were best friends from when you were little and your parents thought you were a match made in heaven.

Did you love Osamu? Of course, you pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on.

But there was always a strange look he gave you whenever he mentioned his brother. You never really focused on it, but that was something you took note of.

When you came back home, after a long day of work. You see Osamu sitting in the kitchen alone, with some paper in front of him and a drink in his hand.

“‘Samu Babe!” You exclaim sauntering over to him “How are yo-“

“Don’t.” He said simply, taking a sipping some of his drink (to which you could only assume was some form of hard liquor.)

“Why ‘Samu, what’s wro-“

“You bought tickets to his game.”

“Who’s game?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, you bought tickets to my idiot of a brothers game in an attempt to slut around under my nose..”

“Samu, that’s not what it was I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Y/N!” He yelled slamming his drink down making you flinch.

“Gosh Samu whats wrong with you. I know that I had a teeny crush on Atsumu when we were kids but it was just a childhood crush. An innocent childhood crush.”

“For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know yo-“

“You know what? That I’ve spent majority of my life, trying to ease your own insecurities and jealousy of your own goddamn brother. How childish can you be Osamu ?”

Osamu eyes opened a bit in realisation, and his lips slightly parted. “But Y/N, you-“

“I what? Brought us tickets to your TWIN brothers final volleyball game, because I wanted him to see the support from his family and friends.”

“I’m sorry Y/N I really a-“

“Don’t.” you say picking up the tickets and turning around “I just thought maybe, just maybe for at least a day you could put your weird feelings towards your brother aside... but I guess you can’t.”

You left the apartment, and got your stuff another day (one where you knew Osamu was at work.)

No you did not end up dating Atsumu, you were most certainly friends and only friends. You did end up going to the game on your own, to cheer on Atsumu who most definitely appreciated it.

You thought you saw a certain Miya twins sitting in the stands at of the game, hiding his face with a baseball cap. Which made you smile a bit...

Well at least he ended up coming to the game.

Iwaizumi: “I just don’t want you Y/N, I never did”

In your second year of Seijoh Highschool, you were approached by a rough looking boy who had a ‘resting bitch face,’ and looked like they were coming to pick a fight with you.

But no, it was just “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

He was very popular throughout your school, as he was vice captain of the schools volleyball team and he was Oikawa Toorus best friend.

So when he approached you that Friday afternoon at your locker, you definitely didn’t know why.

“Y/N..” he said nervously scratching the back of his neck “umm this is for you..”

In his hands was a bar of chocolate and a scrunched up note that read

AN: DID I WRITE THAT NOTE MYSELF, yes yes I did anyways...

You were very surprised at this sudden confession as you and Iwaizumi weren’t in the same social circles and you were definitely not the type of girl that would be on his ‘radar.’

You had a quite unsettling feeling, which made you subconsciously squint your eyes at him. But they soon soften as you saw the nervousness that Iwaizumi was showcasing to you as you were contemplating on you answer.

You got out a pen, shaking the unsettling feeling you had out of your head. And ticked the box “Yes” giving it back to Iwaizumi.

He smiled widely and rushed towards you in an attempts in giving you a hug which went awkwardly wrong leaving you both laughing.

Dating Hajime, wasn’t bad nor good... it’s just what you wouldn’t expect it to be.

There wasn’t much of a change to what your usual school routine was which consisted of: going to lessons and spending break and lunch on your own reading a book.

And technically you were still doing that, but you were now just always with Hajime. Wether it was at lunch or at practice (which he always insisted you go to, also hinting that he would like for you to bring him bentos to practice.) which you did end up doing.

One day, whilst doing your daily “bento delivery,” to your boyfriend, you overhear him talking to his friends; Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

“God I can’t stand her, always running behind me like a lost puppy giving me bentos that I didn’t even fucking as for” he complained, making you gasp.

“Really?” Exclaimed Hanamaki “I know you said she confessed to you one time, but I didn’t know it was that bad?”

“Yeah she’s a stalking bitch, it’s getting annoying.”

“Gosh it’s seems someones getting a taste of the ‘Oikawa Experience’” Matsun said making them all laugh.

You entered the room, furious. “What the fuck Hajime?”

“Woah woah woah, it’s seems your stalkers about iwa, we’ll leave you too it” said Hanamaki, with Matsun following behind him as they leave.

“What do they mean I’m a stalker?”

“Well aren’t you?” He responded with a smirk

“Gosh y/n you’ve been following me about for a while now, dont you think it’s time to stop”

“Bu-But you confessed, with your note and w-“

“Are you sure about that Y/N, cause I don’t really recall ...?”

“Hajime don’t lie, we were dating.. we ARE DATING.”

“Okay Y/N let me fill you in on a little secret,” he said leaning down next to your ear “I don’t want you Y/N, I never did.”

“ but why m-“

“Why you? Because nobody knows Y/N L/N and nobody cares, I can tarnish your name and nobody will give a shit.. and that’s why your an easy target” he said still smiling “ I just wanted to rub it into Shittykawas face that I had my own little “fan club”

You were stunned, frozen in shock as Iwaizumi walks past you to leave the gym, making sure to grab the bento you made him.

“Thanks again for the help, I’m definitely going to miss these bentos!”

You should have listened to your gut feeling from before.

Daichi: “you’re just not marriage material”

Daichi was “the perfect guy,” he was nice to strangers and was helpful to the community and just an all round great guy.

So it was a massive question as to why he went for you, since you were definitely not the girl for Daichi.

“I don’t care what anyone says, your the perfect girl for me” was what he always said.

Even though those statements went out the window whenever his mother got involved.

Daichi’s mum was a strict traditional woman, who believed in family values that went back thousands of years ago.

And she most certainly didn’t like you.

She wanted you to be Daichi’s doting wife, who cooked and cleaned for him. Whilst he works and was the breadwinner of the house.

Although you found no problem with the women that did do this, but this was not for you.

When it comes to meet ups with you, Daichi and his mother. He never told her to stop when it came to the rude comments she made about you, or the times she suggested Daichi go for a more “prim and proper” girl named “Misaki Ayuzawa.”

After the meetings, when his mother was gone, he always tried to reassure that she was wrong and her words didn’t matter.

But you knew they did, that daichi was actually considering some of the things she said about you wether they were true or not.

The tension in your household was strong, since you barely talked to each other anymore. But you had hope for better things...

Until one day, you get a message from Daichi’s mother saying. “It seems Daichi made the right choice, as we all know ‘Mother Knows best.’” With a video attached of Daichi proposing to the one and only “Mikasa Ayuzawa” surrounded by all their high class business friends.

When Daichi got home he yelled, “Y/N, where are you I was at this business party at this fancy restaurant and I got some nice things for you to try!”

“Business party?” You say rolling your eyes “Or Engagement party.”

The shocked look on his face made you smile, as you both knew now that he was caught.

“Fuck you daichi! Why would you do this without even tell me !” You yelled, tearing up a bit.

“Y/N, it wasn’t meant to go down like that it was just I was talking to my mu-“

“Fuck your mum! And you!”

“I’m sorry Y/N you’re just not marriage material an-“

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say, you’ve done it and it’s over with”you said leaving.

“I’ll come back to get my stuff later,” you say “oh and congratulations on the engagement Sawamura-San”

After you said that, Daichi’s heart broke.

He did end up marrying her, and he regretted every day of it. Since she was great and all, but she just wasn’t you...

But he knows now you’re long gone, definitely not going to forgive him for marrying another girl whilst being with him.

Ushijima : stop being so emotional

You and Ushijima were very much opposite In every aspect, and at first it wasn’t really a problem.

Especially since you always excused it as “opposite attracts.”

But recently all you and Ushijima do is argue, left and right always arguing.

You complained about Ushijimas lack of emotion when it came to you, you don’t think he cared about you or about anything.

Whenever you brought up something that was wrong he would reply with “Y/N this is something you need to be acting all upset about.”

And that would definitely upset you even more, you just wanted him to notice you or shout “Y/N I care about you and I love you.”

But Of course he didn’t.

One night he came back late (again) after promising to be home early to have a meal together.

“What’s taken you so long Ushi?” You asked

“I was at practice. I told you this.” He said simply, remaining as stoic as ever.

“But you said- you promised that we can have dinner together.” You said

“ oh well I’m sorry. We can have dinner now if you like.”

“I’m not hungry anymore” you mumbled past him, going to your bedroom.

“Y/N, what’s your problem” he said following after you.

“It’s nothing...”you said tears filling your eyes.

“Okay I’m going to go eat now.” He said leaving you alone in the room going to the kitchen, making you sigh.

After you calm yourself and collect your faults, you go into the kitchen where Ushijima is at the table eating.

“Ushijima, we need to talk.” You said taking a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“We should break up.”

“Okay.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You say tearing up again.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking that for a while now.” He said bluntly “since Y/N, you’re just too emotional.”

“Oh I see.” You say now full on crying.

Ushijima looks up to see you all teared-eye, and he is kind of suprised because ‘why were you upset.’ He got up and tried to console you, but you flinched away and said “Don’t, just don’t Ushijima.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...”

“Why are you sorry? Do you even know what you’re apologising for?”

“No.”

“Well then, just seems to prove my point further...” you go to leave before saying “thanks for the wonderful time... I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”

AN: can someone appreciate what I did with Iwaizumis....no? Okay 😃 I feel this one way way more angsty then part one but oh well. What did you think.

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[shiggyscumrag]

MHA characters with a Trans (ftm/mtf, nonbinary, genderfluid, demigirl/demiboy) s/o [SFW]

B A K U G O U (ftm)

1000% kiss your scars when you're feeling down.

Would call you his pretty boy, handsome boyfriend, and baby boy.

Would cut your hair for you if you sont feel comfortable going to a salon.

If you're earlier in your transition and you dont have many masculine clothes he would let you steal some of his old and current clothes to wear.

If you start/do t and start seeing progress he would immediately notice and if you got happy and excited by it he would be just as excited for you.

Would definetely help you with your t shots if you needed it.

Def makes comments about how you're getting taller, or the hair your growing, or how your gaining muscle blah blah blah. A lot of compliments or your progress<3

Would wait to do any activity👀 with you till you felt completely comfortable and would do anything to keep you comfortable during said activities.

Once you start to be intimate he asks if you have any triggers and everything you like and are comfortable with

If you wore a binder he would make sure you weren't wearing it during training, or after a certain amount of time

K I R I S H I M A (mtf)

Omg he would love every part off you-

If you ever felt insecure or dysphoric he would bombarde you with compliments and praise- BODY WORSHIP

"God you're gorgeous." He'd groan "You are perfect in every way angel!" "Their is no one more perfect for me then you!" "I love you for the way you are and nothing will change that love!" "Who's my pretty girl? That's right, you're my pretty girl."

Just like bakugou, would wait till your comfortable to become intimate and wouldnt put any pressure on you what so ever. I feel he would wait for you to make the first move for the this reason exactly.

If you started estrogen he would help you if you needed it. Would be there for every step of your transition. He would brag to everyone about how strong and womanly👀 you are.

He changes manly to womanly for you so that you dont feel dysphoric

M I D O R I Y A (nonbinary)

When you come out to him he immediately apologizes for misgendering you and asks your preferred pronouns

Calls you by gender neutral pet names and nicknames to try and make you more comfortable

Corrects anyone who misgenders you, as long as you are comfortable with him doing so in public

If your parents dont accept mama inko will immediatly welcome you in with open arms

Has a little nonbinary flag pin on his bag and when people ask if he is nonbinary he proudly states how he has a nonbinary s/o and wants to support them hehe

If you wanted a binder but couldn't afford one or couldn't buy one because of your parents he would buy you one

If you wanted some more masculine clothes he would let you borrow some of his clothes and if you wanted more feminine stuff he would steal some of his mother's old clothes

T A M A K I (genderfluid)

Okay look bro tamaki loves you no matter your gender identity 'kay?

He obviously respects your preferred pronouns even if you dont really present as your preferred pronouns you know?

He would try to find a lot of gender neutral pet names to call you so that you feel most comfortable

Would let you borrow his clothes all the time and would love seeing you wear them

Mirio would also let you borrow hi clothes and so would Nejire

God Tamaki would talk about you all the time to them and they would always listen. Him and his squad beat up homophobes😎

He would correct people who miss gender you or people who are just blatantly transphobic. Would he stutter and get really red? Yes. But he would still do it.

O J I R O (demigirl)

I feel like Ojiro would be demisexual so he woukdnt care if your cis or not

He truly fell in love with you for your personality and of course loves you physically after getting to know

Talks about you all the time to Shouji and Tokoyami

100% educates people in LGBTQIA+ topics

Would ask you what nicknames and masc/fem compliments your perfer and like.

Would kinda let you take charge in the bedroom in a way to make you most comfortable but also because hes more submissive almfbrnslsl-

M I N A (demiboy)

Man I headcanon as Mina as pan/bi

She wouldnt care about your gender identity when deciding if she wanted to date you or not. She would only care about whether you are a good person or not.

Of course she cares about respecting your identity and would respect your preferred pronouns and such

Defienrely flaunt your around to everyone and especially they squad

Woukd incorporate gender fluid options in bed- like if you were female presenting but wanted to take a more masculine role she would 100% let you peg her, or the opposite😏

Would fight ANYONE who misgenders you, and I mean ANYONE even your shitty parents if they dont except you.

I just wanted to let anyone who is reading this who is uncomfortable in their body and or identity that you are valid and loved. And if there is no one in your real life who that loves you or tells you that they love you, I do. I love you and you are doing amazing sweety/darling/dude/bro/pal!

[joestarwhore]

Yandere melone imagine please.

Yandere Melone Imagine (NSFW; willing darling, consensual touching, confinement)

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Submission - Yandere!Melone x Fem!Reader

It’s been a month since you married Melone, & honestly, your life isn’t that bad. Yes, Melone was insane, keeping you in his giant house & confining you here, but he took care of you. Kept the pantry and kitchen stocked, spent time with you, kept your closet stocked with clothes; it was peaceful here.

When Melone captured you, you were simply an intern from Morioh, coming to Italy to find a new way of life. After having everything you loved ripped away by a serial killer, you said goodbye to your pals at home & bought a one way ticket to Napoli; & it was soon after that you noticed a tall, attractive purple haired man seemed to be everywhere you were. Besides, what could he possibly do to you? You had your stand, Iron Maiden, for a reason. You’d be okay.. right?

That night after checking into a hotel, you noticed your room was already unlocked. You walked in assuming that it was just house keeping. As soon as you crossed the threshold, a cloth smothered your mouth and face, fumes quickly going up your nose.

“Oh good girl, amore, you’re not even struggling!!”

You weren’t for some reason.. why?

You passed out before you could answer.

When you woke up, you were in a giant bed with your hands and feet tied together. & that’s also when you realized that you were being held by two tan muscular arms.

“You didn’t put up a fight when I chloroformed you, amore! Such a willing girl for me, arent you??”

His voice felt like silk in your ears. God, why did you secretly enjoy this?? This man literally fucking kidnapped you, drugged you, bound you in ropes & is holding you in his arms in a giant bed. Some people would be flipping their shit; not you, though.

You both sat in silence, Melone’s gentle rocking providing you with a sense of comfort as you figured out how to approach this situation. Should you say something? Should you scream? Why are you just letting yourself be kidnapped without a fight, & why did this feel so right?

“My name is Melone. I saw you when you left the airport and-“ He let out a needy sigh as his hands slowly crept towards your breasts. “-theres just something about you that i HAD to have. And here you are, my darling!!”

You slowly look up at Melone, his beautiful face structure staring down at you with the most love you’ve ever seen in a person.

“Darling, I know it must be a shock & I know it must be a change, but I promise to worship the ground you walk on, be your provider,” His face nuzzled into your hair, his hand massaging your breast, making tingles shoot down to your core. “I know you probably hate me but i promise, amore, im-“

“I don’t.” you whispered to him, not looking him in the eye. Melones frame froze, careful to not breathe or move to ruin the moment. “W-what did you say, amore?”

You looked up at Melone, gently repositioning yourself to have a better view of his face. You wondered why you didn’t hate him, & the answer was in his eyes- whatever type of love he had for you, you felt. You wanted it. You could tell he did too, & after what you witnessed in Morioh, maybe this was your next challenge. You didn’t know Melone very well, but from the look of the little humanoid computer that keeps manifesting behind him, you knew he was a stand user. After all, stand users attract each other, dont they?

“I-I don’t hate you, sir.” Melone’s eyes seemed to swell with even more love as he looked into your eyes, drinking in every word you said. “I know I should be scared of you, but I think after the last few years of my life, I don’t have much left. You’re the first person t-to look at me with..” You met his eyes once more and smiled a little bit. “With love.”

Melone bit his lips & laid you on your back, working on your bindings. “Oh amore, you have no idea how much i do indeed love you. There’s something about you that i desperately love, & I want that forever, cara.” Melone took off the rest of your bindings, letting you simply sit on the plush bed. He opened his night stand and fished out a small black box, no bigger than his palm.

You already knew it was a ring, to pin point it better- an engagement ring. Melone kneeled in front of you, taking your left hand to his lips, kissing every finger as he gently slid on the ring that somehow fit you perfectly.

“I know we’ve just met, and we don’t have to do this right away, but I want you to wear this ring so anyone who looks at you knows that you’re mine!” Melone took his hands and touched all of you, his hands gracing your chest & thighs, gently squeezing you as he inhaled your scent. “Oh cara, you’re going to be such a good wife to me, i’ll fill you up with our sweet children!!” You gently smiled as he ran his hands over you, secretly enjoying the feeling of being touched like this. If this is what your life was to be like from now on- this would be okay.

Three months later, you had a beautiful wedding in Venezia, followed by your honeymoon spent in his newly refurbished three story home. Your virginity didn’t last the first week you had even arrived, & by the time your honeymoon came around, Melone knew just how he liked you, & how you liked to be touched. It was incredibly mutual, this odd arrangement. Some might call it stockholm syndrome, but you both knew better. Whatever bad intentions or vibes were present in the beginning, was gone. All that’s left was the true, obsessive love he had for you, and the gentle, understanding love you had for him.

You heard the door click open and Melone waltzed through the front door, immediately seeing you in his vision. His eyes lit up as he briskly walked towards you taking you in his arms. He’s so sweet to you. “Amore, I missed you so much”, he’d say as he tangle his hands in your hair.

You smiled & rubbed his temples with your palms. “I missed you even more, honey! Did you have a good day at work?”

Melone smiled & kissed your forehead. “Work is work- but nothing beats being here with my sweet little darling, my sweet obsession!”

Melone kissed your nose and cheeks, making you giggle & scrunch your nose. You married Melone a month ago- and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[bonny-kookoo]

Bunny Boy (JJK x Reader)☁️⚠️🔪(💜)🔞 Part 3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere!AU, Stalker!AU, questionable romance, smut, Oneshot

Warnings: (oh boy) Stalking, Obsession, Yandere themes, cute Koo but aggressive, he ready to fight, graphic description of violence, blood, very twisted JK, oblivious! Reader, kinda Stockholm-syndrome Reader?, soft romantic lovemaking, body worship, Dom! Jungkook, Sub! Reader, Handjob (fem. receiving), oral (fem. receiving), protected sex because even with your mind scrambled up in a frying pan we still wrap it before tapping it y’all hear me STDs ain’t cute Susan

Summary: It all started with a hello kitty charm.

A/N:(IMPORTANT) I’d like to note here that I do not condone nor romanticize any of the things depicted in this. This is purely fictional, and only to be seen as a work of art, not as a depiction of real life relationships. For short: if he a creep, kick his balls, don’t kiss. Thank you.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

His eyes had seen the words written in neat lettering time and time again, yet he still read it again, trying to calm himself down.

They were trying to take you away.

Your parents were basically not as financially stable as you thought, basically having the audacity to ask you for money.

He was trying not to snap.

He'd known that your mother was a whore, already trying to safe your situation by digging up information he'd rather delete from his mind, forever scarred with the blasphemic image of her showing herself off to strangers on the web like a cheap commercial before a video starts, desperation being an understatement to describe her actions. Or maybe she did it only for the thrill.

She was a vile and distusting woman after all.

It was quite confusing to think of her as the woman who'd been responsible for bringing you into this world. He had a hard time believing it as he thought about your gentle and sweet nature, pure and caring while this sorry excuse of a human being did everything to play with karma it seemed.

Well, maybe he'd change his name for a day and play that role for her.

After all, she was an impatient woman he'd noticed from her constant reminding to buy obscene photos and short videos of her truly underwhelming body for an amount of money he'd rather spend on a coffee and a small breakfast to share with you, if he was being honest.

Why someone would genuinely pay for content like that was beyond him.

"I dont.. understand-" The female voice quivered on the other side of the line, making the corners of his lips turn upwards a bit as he listened to it, gaining some sort of satisfaction in knowing he'd gotten under her skin.

"Oh but I think you do." He said, voice smooth like velvet as he watched her pace back and forth in front of her admittedly bad webcam of her opened laptop. Living off of her husbands money couldn't be so luxurious he thought, if she couldn't even afford a decent laptop for the things she did whenever no one was looking.

It was truly making his saliva taste bitter merely thinking about it.

"If you think deleting your account will safe you, you're even more stupid than I initially thought." He mumbled into his phone as he saw her eyes widen, hands stalling as her gaze locked with the tiny device on top of her screen. She probably paled, yet the quality was too bad to tell for sure. "Everything has already been saved and will remain in my possession for as long as I have need of it." He stated, and clicked his tongue as she seemed to think of something to get herself out of it. "And remember; calling the police or informing any other authority will only result in you having to admit to your crimes as well. And I believe that isn't truly what you want." She snapped, hitting her table as she watched the camera, unknowing how Jungkook didn't even pay attention anymore, knowing he'd finally caught her head inside his noose.

"How much do you want?" She gritted out, and he chuckled, before clearing his throat.

"Your mindset truly disgusts me." He said, before sighing. "I don't want your fucking money."

He sat down properly again as he looked at his screen again.

"But I want you to do something for me.."

"It's nice to know that she finally found someone who can look after her." Your father stated, smiling at Jungkook who sat next to you at the table,taking your hand in his as he mirrored the gesture, spotting the way your mother tensed up in the corner of his vision, making him chuckle a bit.

"No, really, I am happy I've found her." He said, rubbing the back of his neck a bit shyly, making you giggle at his antics. Initially, you'd been a little worried when your parents wanted to meet Jungkook, not even knowing how they got to know about your relationship- your mother, however, had cleared things up for you, explaining that he'd updated them on your condition when you were in hospital. Maybe she did care, after all. "Right, angel?" He said, and you nodded, smiling with a bit of redness on your cheeks.

Absolutely divine.

"Alright, let me clean this up, You guys can head to bed, its already late." Your father said as he stood up, everyone else following after, when you'd suddenly grabbed Jungkooks plate and empty glass, smiling. Out of the corner of his he could see your mother empty her glass greedily, making him smile even wider.

Greed was a sin to be punished, after all.

"I'll do that, don't worry." You smiled, and he cooed at the sight. You were so absolutely sweet, he was always astounded at it, even though he should be getting used to it by now. He'd never get used to you, however. He nodded, giving you a kiss to your cheek as your father called for your mother, who'd been about to leave the table.

"Can you show Jungkook here where the guest room is? Help him set the bed, will you." He spoke, warmth as fake as her eyelashes as she smiled tensely, nodding towards Jungkook as he followed, comfortable with leaving you and your father alone for the moment. He wasn't a threat at all.

Your mother however, was a different story.

If she'd thought he wouldn't pick up on her dark gazes and blunt lies she truly was brainless. But then again, considering what she did with her freetime, he wouldn't be surprised to find her entirely empty.

Opening the door of the guest room, your mother closed the door behind him, slowly walking towards his back which was turned towards her, hands running over his shoulderblades as he shuddered.

But not with pleasure.

"I bet a young boy like you has stamina, heh?" She said, trying to form a seducing tone with her voice, yet failed as his eyes continued to stare forward, cold as ever as he stood unmoving, even when she came even closer. "Why would you get yourself someone like her anyways? There's nothing about her.." She chatted away, before stopping. "Wha-" She breathed out as she felt something poke her hip.

She was dead inside already, so why was she still up and walking like a zombie?

"You truly are disgusting." He murmured, turning around to hold his hand against her throat, backing her up until she could feel the wooden door against her back, chin pushing itself upwards as she looked at him with wide eyes. "To imagine that your rotten womb gave birth to an angel like her.." He said, eyes still trained on hers as he pushed a bit more, feeling and hearing her struggle, before moving away from her, snapping the knife he'd in his other hand shut to put it back inside his pocket as he opened the drawers, searching for fresh sheets. "I advise you to not ever touch me again if you want to keep your skin intact. It's nauseating enough that I have to share the same roof with someone like you tonight." He said, as he finally found what he was looking for, not caring as she swallowed hard, leaving the room and him alone, but not before running into you.

"Oh, sorry, I.. Uh, Jungkookie?" You asked, peeking into the room as his entire demeanor made a full 180 in front of your mothers eyes, body language suddenly speaking a different dialect it seemed, as he smiled, walking up to you, and leading you inside the room, closing the door with a last warning look thrown at her.

"Please angel.." He hummed against your skin, as you shyly touched his skin, making him sigh in bliss. He'd showered after his encounter with your witch of a mother, yet he couldn't help but not feel clean enough- he needed your touch, your salvation, to finally feel good again, to exorcise the demonic memories of her gut wrenching hands on his back, or her obscene words towards him. He needed your purity to cleanse him again, to give him back his wings you'd granted him.

"They won't hear." He promised, but in reality he wanted them to, craving deep down inside his being to drench the walls in your heavenly sounds, to clean this room of her presence with the help of the pleasure he was giving you. He felt you give into him with ease, smile warm and happy as his fingers entered you, knowing that he could not nestle himself inside you without sacrificing safety. And getting you pregnant was far from his mind.

No, the only thing ever being inside you would be him, and no one else.

You breathed out in sweet euphoria as he worked you with his hand, before dipping down, taking the covers with him as his tongue got in contact with your pearl, mouth feasting on you like a starving man enjoying his first meal, humming in pleasure as your hand found its way into his hair, gently tugging, never hurting.

He highly doubted you could ever hurt a fly.

And you'd never have to, with Jungkook at your side ready to soak his hands in the blood of anyone you wanted to have killed in cold murder, all of it with a smile on his face. He was ready to flood the streets in his own guts just to make more room for your praise and affection inside of him, he'd do it all for you in a time shorter than his heart could ever beat.

Your sighs turned into mewls.

He pushed your legs apart gently, hands reminiscing in the feel of your skin underneath his palms as he put even more effort into his actions, making you squirm in pleasure as your back arched like a feline stretching itself after a well deserved rest as you came undone with his touch, mouth finally parting from you, crawling upwards to your face as he kissed you, uncaring of your own residue on his lips.

You loved him.

He suddenly let out a short moan as he felt your delicate hands touch his bulge, eyes questioning as you silently asked for his permission.

Who was he to deny you anything?

As you pulled him out of his underwear he sighed at the view, your entire body showing off how lost you were with the task you'd taken on, making him smile as he began to help you, placing your hands around him in a proper way and showing you how to please him.

You learned quick.

Slowly growing more confident, you started to grip him with a bit more confidence, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you suddenly dipped down, making his eyes as wide as the moon before he huffed out a breath, head falling back as he could only stare at the white ceiling when your tongue touched his tip. Your soft lips took him in, inviting him inside the warmth of your mouth as you gently sucked before releasing him again, using your saliva and his own precum as lubrication for easier motions.

He was in heaven.

Of course he'd though about it, yet it seemed almost embarrassing how he fell apart so quickly under your touch, cum suddenly spurting out as he came violently, not prepared to last under such circumstances. He caught his breath, smiling apologetically as he stood up on slightly unsteady legs, reaching for some tissues inside his backpack near the bed before crawling back to you, cleaning up your face and neck with the outmost care as you suddenly spoke. "So, was that.. good?" You asked, and he scoffed, kissing you deeply before he rested his forehead against yours.

"Angel, you just sent me to heaven." He said, making you giggle as he made you lie down, cleaning between your thighs as to not make too much of a mess of the sheets.

His cum stained tissues however, he'd leave as a present for the witch to find.

If she was to wake again, that is.

"I'm so sorry, she isn't feeling well-" Your father apologized, yet Jungkook simply waved him off with a sympathizing smile. You nodded next to him, agreeing with Jungkook that this was simply a bad day for her. Everyone got sick once in a while. "I hope you have a safe trip home, and thank you for the wine Jungkook, you really have taste." He said, pale skin showing to him that he'd seemingly been affected as well. "We'll stay in touch." He told Jungkook, hugging him in a friendly manner as a form of goodbye.

He was collateral damage.

He actually liked the man a bit, noticing how calm and collected he was, even though he had to share his life with a woman such as your mother. He admired him really, for spending his time with her every day, for simply coexisting with her, without feeling the need to end his own life.

But maybe this man had exactly those thoughts he wondered, as he though about the wine bottle inside his car, evidence he'd taken with him to discard of in safe distance.

And as you both waved one last time, driving off, Jungkook only had one sentence running around inside his head as he thought of the witch that was your mother.

"This time, please just stay dead."

“I don’t have much space-“ he said, sitting on the engine hood of his car, patting his thighs as an invitation for you. “But it’s gonna be okay. I like having you close anyways.” He mused, voice low and drawled as if exhausted. You sat on his lap, legs hanging off on one side, head leaning on his chest, craving his warmth like a newborn kitten. He snaked his arms around your form, bathing in your presence in pure feelings of bliss as you sighed. He looked down on you, hand running over the top of your head. “What is it angel?” He said, worry a present undertone in his voice. You played with the buttons of his coat as he watched the sun set in front of you both, twilight slowly setting in.

“They.. won’t take me away from you, right?” You asked timidly, unknowing why this option scared you so much. Those were your parents; you shouldn’t be scared of them, should you? Yet Jungkook had told you to be wary of them, and you knew he was to be trusted- when has he ever been wrong? He only wanted your best, just like he said; he only wanted you safe and protected, and it made you feel oh so special. The pure option that you could be forced to live without him now seemed utterly terrifying, like a phobia you didn’t know you had.

“No, no angel.” He said, smile ever so present as if he’d just been gifted the thing he’d always wanted. You seemed so upset with the mere possibility of being away from him, it showed him that you had finally accepted him fully; you finally were his and his alone. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” He growled possessively, eyes growing cold as you leaned even closer to him, making him take a deep breath in fondness. “I’d rather die.” He whispered, and your head shot up, delicate hands on his chest, and an absolutely divine and desperate look on your face.

“Then I’ll die with you! You can’t leave me behind-“ you said, wide eyes looking at him in pure horror of the simple mention of his death, and he chuckled, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear with gentle hands, as he answered you lowly.

“Don’t worry angel-“ he said, his hand resting on your cheek, eyes watching you like a piece of art. “I’ll take you with me wherever I go.” He said, leaning in for a kiss you eagerly accepted, uncaring of how his hands gripped your waist tightly. Dangerously. And you were just as uncaring of his next words that left his lips between heated kisses.

“Even if I’d have to kill you myself.” he mumbled into you as you smiled.

You felt like Romeo and Juliet.

Or bonny and clyde for that matter.

The news should've hit you hard, yet it only left you with questions. You by now had your suspicions on what had happened, yet instead of igniting fear, it only left you with more things to wonder about. Why would he do these things?

Was he this scared to loose you that he even killed in his desperation to keep you close?

Would you one day be his victim as well?

"Angel?" He asked, standing behind you as his eyes scanned your form, noticing how you'd stopped packing your stuff, simply sitting in your old bedroom, on the floor, on your knees, in the middle of the room. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Well.. were you?

And if you were-

For how long?

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[sunsinrinn]

Do you love her? Part 3

Angst, (some) fluff, language

Bakugo x reader (past), setsuna x bakugo, Kaminari x reader

Word count- 1,756

You look at Denki shock at his sudden boldness unable to speak. Taking your silence as rejection Denki, losing his boldness, begins to stammer,

“I- I shit, I’m sorry I said that I just needed to get that off of my chest. I totally get it if you don’t want to be my friend anymore. Oh crap i messed up. I mean I cant loose you as a friend. I know you’re still getting over Bakugo but I- I should have kept quiet. I just didn’t want to keep this from you but damn i should’ve just lied about what I needed-“

You cut him off, “Denki shut your mouth and let me speak,” He immediately stops rambling and listens, “I like you too. You make me feel complete again. You manage to make me smile even when I don’t feel like smiling. I cant imagine my life without you. I want to have a relationship with you. But if we do this we need to go slow. I know you wont hurt me but I still need time.” As you finish speaking you see his eyes slowly begin to widen along with his smile.

“Oh god- I thought you’re silence meant you didn’t feel the same way oh my god I cant believe it you like me back!” He says excitedly as he wraps his arms around you. You begin to blush and hug him back. When you hug him back he whispers in your ear “I promise I will never break your heart. I will protect it with all my power and make sure you never get hurt.” You smile softly at that and say “I know, and I trust you.”

As you guys hug, outside Bakugo looks like his entire world was shattered. He had not expected you to return Denki’s feelings. In fact he expected you to have closed off your emotions. He knew now he has to try harder to steal you from Denki. He could not allow Kaminari to swoop you in. Bakugo storms away forgetting about apologizing for the moment.

Later in the day, you and Denki are found in the common area really close,laughing at each other’s jokes

“Wow Denki did you finally ask her out?” Uraraka asks jokingly, not knowing it was true.

You look over at him to see him blushing like crazy, “Yeah, my phone charger finally confessed his feelings” You say laughing softly. He looks at you blushing even more.

You Look at him like he hung the stars and Uraraka could see how much you cared for him. “So when are you taking her on a date then, lover boy?”

“I- i we are taking it slow” he manages to say, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Ah, I see well. I hope you treat her better! Or else me and you will have some problems mister.” His eyes widen at Uraraka while you just smile. “Don’t worry about that Uraraka, I trust him” you say to her but look at him. He looks speechless at you, still not completely believing you are trusting him with your heart and love. “I promise I will protect her and never cause her harm” he finally manages to say. Uraraka just smiles believing him.

In the background, Izuku tells Shoto, “I’m glad they are together, he will really help her heal and I know he won’t hurt her.” Shoto nods before responding, “I am glad he confessed his feelings for her. I was about to do it for him.” Izuku just laughs at his response.

*A little time skip- A couple of months*

Bakugo has spent these last few months avoided the new couple disgusted at your low standard. He likes to think Denki is a rebound, someone who will keep you company until you get bored and want bakugo back. Although he is currently with Setsuna he has been close to breaking things off with her but he never does. He keeps thinking of ways to talk to you, reach out, but you have him blocked and avoid him when you’re alone.

“I will get you back y/n” he says to himself.

For you these past months have been wonderful with Denki you knew he loved you and he showed it to you. He would buy you flowers and your favorite snacks and even go shopping with you. You unconsciously compared your relationship with the one you had with Bakugo. Comparing them made you realize that bakugo never cared. He only cared in the beginning but after he stopped. He never even attempted to get to know you personally. He was only with you because you were head over heals in love with him. He was with you, not because he loved you, but he loved the idea of you being in love with him. Essentially, he only loved you because your love fed his ego.

You were foolish to think he actually cared, but Denki shows you how caring he is. Hell, he isn’t afraid to show you off or to give you affection in public. He wants you to know you are loved and that you deserve the world. He knows you are still healing but he will do everything he can to help you so you’re finally free from Bakugo.

Everyone can see how much he cares and how much he adores you. He worships the ground you walk. They also see that you are visibly happier than with Bakugo. Everyone knows that bakugo hates the relationship and they know that he hates that you can’t even look at him without being disgusted. He has somehow become colder.

Bakugo finally decides that instead of coming up with a plan he is just going to confront you. He decides to do it sooner rather than later so he no longer has to see you in Kaminari’s arms.

Days go by as you continue spending your time with Denki and others. Even now, Kirishima, mina, and Sero are cautious to talk to you. It hurts knowing you lost three friends, now they are just acquaintances. It hurts them too but they know its for the best, just in case bakugo wants to show up while you hang out with them. They are thinking they are sparing you from more pain.

Bakugo believes that full on confronting you is the way to go so he begins to avoid Setsuna. And oh boy, she pitches a fit so he reluctantly continues talking to her.

As you finish getting ready for your date with Kaminari you walk outside to wait for him. As you wait, Bakugo sees you alone and takes his chance to finally talk to you. He begins to walk out and stands behind you.

You sense someone’s presence behind you so you turn around smiling thinking its Denki. Your smile falls as you realize who it is, turning around quickly to avoid looking at him any longer.

“Y/n...” you hear him say softly but choose to ignore him so he continues, “Please y/n, I want to speak with you.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder causing you to flinch from his touch, “Don’t touch me Bakugo” you say coldly. He retracts his hand but continues, “Please, please forgive. You dont realize how much I miss you. How much I regret saying those cruel things to you.” His voice breaking as he speaks. His vulnerability almost, almost, changes your mind about him.

“Bakugo stop. We haven’t been together for months. Can’t you see I’m happier now? Can’t you understand that what you did and said really hurt me? I can’t be with you anymore.”

“Please y/n, please I still love you so much!”

You laugh at that, “You don’t love me. Do you love her?” You ask him that question for the last time.

“I don’t love her! I’m sorry I ever doubted my love for you! Please give me another chance!”

“Bakugo you don’t love me. I know you don’t. If you did, you would have never fallen for Lizard bitch Setsuna. You would have never stuck your tongue down her throat. If you love me like you claim you do, you would have fought harder for me to stay with you, not insult and degrade me and the love I HAD for you.”

He stays silent for a while, but soon speaks up, “I am so sorry for saying those things to you I was just so angry with myself for falling how Setsuna, and because I hated that you accused me of cheating. I want to make it up to you please just let me. I want a future with you by my side! I cant stand to see you happy with someone like Denki”

“You did cheat, bastard! What kind of game are you playing at Bakugo? You don’t want me unless I’m someone else’s. You don’t even know you’re being selfish right now! I am happy now but all you fucking care about is your fucking happiness! Leave me alone for fucks sake, Understand I don’t love you anymore, I love Denki and I am glad to have him in my life. He sees me as an equal and cares for my feelings.” You look back towards the door, where the hell is Denki when you need him? As you think that you seem him come outside hurriedly.

“I’m sorry I’m late- what’s going on?” Denki looks at you and bakugo. He notices your mad and bakugo looks broken.

“What happened?” He asks. You look at him and speak, “Oh nothing bakugo just came her to try and win me back.” He internally panics because deep down he’s afraid you’ll give Bakugo another chance.

“Don’t worry though. I already told him I have someone who not only sees me as an equal but also cares for me. Something he’s never done.” You smile softly at him and with that Denki’s worries are gone. He feels proud of what you said.

“Okay, well lets go y/n, we don’t want to be late for our date” and with that you hold his hand and walk off leaving bakugo behind.

Bakugo watches as the love of his life walks off happily. He knows he won’t love anyone as much as he loves you. He knows he’s going to have to live with the regret of losing someone who cared about him even when he was insufferable. That one question you always asked him will always stay on his mind, haunting him,

“Do you love her?”

The end.

Here is Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

A/N- with that “Do you love her?” comes to an end. I hope the ending is okay? I felt like I may have rushed it but oh well i guess...

What other characters should I write for? Any requests?

Taglist: @tspice283 , @random-fandom-girl-24

[tokyoghoose]

Tsukishima and Kyotani with a self-conscious chubby s/o

bear with me please this is purely self indulgent and written with an empty, no thought but negative thought head lmao

Tw: mentions body dysmorphia and has brief suggestive content :)

Tsukishima

so first off I'd like to begin by saying, i feel like he'd be one of the characters who have been in your shoes before when it comes to feeling bad about his body...

And i say that because from personal experience, a lot of tall, skinny guys i know often feel a little dejected and self-conscious of their body and from what ive been told they feel weak, too skinny, bont, etc. Right. So although it may not be the exact same thing you are feeling, i think he'd understand and relate to it on another, physical level. He would try not to make a big deal about it, often not one to speak about his own problems unless he brings it up himself so he's not going to try and force you to tell him anything but his keen observation skills tell him all he needs to know. From the way you frown looking in the mirror after getting ready for a daye night, the way your hand lingers over your hips and stomach to the way you pick at your food or simply forgo eating a full meal in general. He doesn't want to make a scene, he knows you'll tell him about it when you're ready so he does more subtle actions instead. He'll buy your favorite snack from the vending machine and shove it in your hand with a passive aggressive mumble that he accidentally put a 2 instead of a 3 like he meant to or he'll pass over the rest of his lunch because 'i can't eat it all and i cant take it to practice of hinata will froth at the mouth.' Or if you aren't eating anything he'll 'offer' (more like tell you you're going on a date last minute) to your favorite cafe to order strawberry shortcake and split it (probably one of the most romantic things he'll do, so please 🥺 hes really trying here).

And if you happen to get upset ans have a breakdown over the fact you're bloated or you have more rolls than last week or that your thighs touch and you cant fit into your favorite jeans, he won't hesitate to actually show you how beautiful he thinks you are. Like my boy will not HESITATE. He's the type to like swing an arm around you and pull you into a side hug before shifting to pull you into his chest, sighing lightly through hia nose and rubbing soothing circles into your back for a moment. You two would probably just stand there until you calm down a bit before he starts talking to you in a low voice. It doesnt really sound sweet or anything, it's just kind of comforting in it's own way. He's not much of a praiser, in fact he says it in a very matter-of-fact way like he's stating the obvious about your body and how stunning you are. If you're feeling like he could leave for someone better he's quick to shut that down, flicking you lightly with a tsk as a way to shut you up before stating that if he could've done better he would've but you're the best. Top tier 🥺 he makes more of a conscious effort after that to let you know, probably hugging you from behind with his arms wrapped around you and kissing your thighs when he's laying his head in your lap and kisses to your shoulders. It's not much, but his efforts go a long way 🥺

kyotani

baby boy 🥺 he may not be self conscious about his body (i dont imagine he would be, more so his personality probably) but he'd be so supportive in the most passive aggressive way lol

Honestly, he'll probably be a little uoset at first, almost angry because why would you think bad things about yourself? Like its not that he's never been there or anything, but he just doesn't understand it on your level because he genuinely thinks you're like everything right in the universe. When this boy sees you, his eyes really do light uo even if his smile doesn't. So that being said he'll probably tell you off a bit begrudgingly and you might mistake it for him brushing it off but that's not his intentions, in fact everytime you mention something about your body he stores it in his memory. When he starts to notice a pattern he's one of the few hq guys i can see outright calling it out without a second thought. Straight up just being like 'why aren't you eating?' Or 'You keep changing clothes, they all fit the same. What's up with you?' He may not be as observant as Tsukishima but he's not stupid, he catches on eventually. He's not the typw to sugar coat it either, by the way. He'll be like 'yeah you don't have a thigh-gap, so what?' And 'everyone has rolls in their stomach, I like them so who cares?' Like he's not going to lie to you or anything, he doesn't do the whole noo you're not chubby thing. He tells you straight up and then he tells you how much he loves it and you anyways.

And if you were to breakdown in front of him or he were to walk into your room when you're getting ready and sees clothes strewn everywhere, it clicks instantly for him. He'll probably catch a shirt you throw to the side or pick up one hanging haphazardly off your bed— probably one he knows is new because you're probably excited to wear it out, which means it's probably your first choice if he had to guess. He tosses it to you before settling himself beside you on the bed or floor or counter. He doesn't make a move to hug you and he gives you a minute to tell him what's up before he finallt caves and just says it himself. He'll let you cry it out before placing a hand on your thigh and making a move to actually hold you. You know the whole thing where someone like kisses different places and says something, well he does that and it's actually really endearing even if he thinks it's absolutely cheesy later on when he thinks about it. But he'll kiss your cheeks, then your neck, your chest and stomach ans you know how it goes, caressing your thighs before finally kissing your lips probably changing it up from 'this is beautiful, and this is...' to like 'and you're all mine' or something before picking you up 🤪 you guys know what's next from there but it's complete body worship. LIKE literally the king of body worship now, i don't make the rules i judt reinforce them

[celestial-gold]

Hello, I saw that you know a lot about the nordic gods, I wanted to know if you could help me to start having some contact with them

This is a complicated issue, but I’ll do my best! 

Firstly I would introduce yourself. You can just pray/talk to them, or you can do something more ritualistic like leaving an offering- it can be simple, like lighting a candle you think they’d like the scent of, or leaving a cup of coffee or some other treat. Tell them who you are, what you feel about them. Ask for a sign that they’ve heard you. And while you wait to notice that sign, keep researching. Read the myths, read the sagas, talk to other norse pagans. You could learn to read runes or participate in other kinds of divination- having a divination method youre comfortable and practiced with can be helpful in contacting the gods.

This is where things get tricky. Some people have what’s referred to as a “godphone,” which means that they can communicate easily with the gods- they easily receive signs, feelings, information, and sometimes even have direct telepathic communication with the gods. However, not everybody has a highly tuned godphone, and some people don’t have that capability at all. It may be that if youre asking for signs and feel youre getting nothing back that you have to train your senses and divination skills to pick up on them. Aside from practicing divination types, you could try trancework, meditation, or astral work to ‘tune’ your senses and strengthen your godphone.

For people who don’t have a godphone at all, things can feel isolating and disheartening. Why am i not hearing anything back? Am i not good enough? Am i not worth responding to? Do the gods not like me? All i can give for advice here is don’t give up. Dont compare yourself to others who you feel have a stronger or better or more desirable connection to the gods. Everyone’s journey is different, and comparing yourself to other worshippers will only hold back your own growth. Sometimes you just arent going to be able to pick up on responses, and that’s okay. It doesnt make you less worthwhile or mean your worship is not appreciated. The gods are gods- there’s no way they aren’t noticing you. They notice a lot. It may be that you simply don’t have (or don’t yet have) the ability to notice them back in your day to day life. Don’t give up on them, or yourself.

Also keep in mind that things change over time. You may start out with a lot of contact and remarkable things happening, then over time it decreases. Or the opposite- you start out with little contact, and over time, it grows. It might go up and down. Sometimes you and the gods part ways, and come back together. Sometimes you miss each other- maybe it’s not the right time for them to enter your life, and they know that. Maybe that time comes later. These aren’t things we as humans can know, but don’t give up. If you love and admire the gods, if you want to learn from what they have to teach, keep trying. You’re not alone in it.

[momenacesage]

the things that we don't see

okey kokey, heres another jina x jooik fic for the uni au. i've never posted on tumblr before so ignore if i do this terribly!!

warnings : he eats her out at a party in the tiny bathroom under the stairs. things dont get too too explicit though.

this hasn't been spellchecked so if you see anything incorrect, look away!!

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the door creeks open a second later, the tall, dark haired male crowding the remaining space in the tiny crevice in the wall. momentarily, she feels a moment of terror when she takes a step back; only to feel the cold of the sink pressing into her back. but that doesn't last too long, because he's hauling her into a seated position, hands carefully handling her like she's some rare piece of art. cautiously, they appraise each other, and the sultry voice of some singer crawls out of the speakers in the other room. the rushing noises of the party that rages around them suddenly switch off when Jooik thumbs the gloss that has collected on her lower lip. she's captivated. Not before long, he'll slide that hand back to hold her face as he leans in. He feels like hes cupping the whole world when both hands come to rest against her cheeks. "Do you want me?" His voice rumbles out of his chest in the darkness of the room. The only thing that has heated her up in what feels like centuries. She doesn't feel deterred by the way that her thighs grow moist solely by the sound, and instead, tugs one of his hands to feel her too. It's obvious due to the little black dress she decided to don. These days it seemed like his colour. And she's fine with admitting that ever since that kiss in the rain, she's been trying to capture his attention again. She knows that he's only doing this because he pities her, and maybe this was selfish of her. But even if she had to stand in a dark room to simply feel him - she'll take it. She's pulled out of her thoughts when she feels the bare air and a pressure against her nub. In correlation, he finally kisses her. If it was to filter out the needy whine that crawled out of her lips at that time, who knows. She simply realises that he doesn't want anyone at this event to know that the two of them were in there. He kisses her gently at first. Until he tilts her head back, cradling her jaw with one palm whilst the other explores. He groans as he sinks a finger into her. Her tight heat clutching at him, waiting for him. He feels safe. She has always sent him into a frenzy, and now he can finally feel his patience fraying; wearing thin. Her arms reach to rest against his neck, legs widen so that he can find a place amongst them. They fit like a puzzle piece, and even in the dark, they work in tandem. He familiarises the way she moves against him, whining for another finger as she remains greedy for more. His fingers are reaching farther than anything she's experienced before. She's always been aware of this particular phenomena. It was the first thing she thought of when they shook hands for the first time, it fluttered up in her - some sort of desire when his fingers fully overtook her own. She still hadn't fully realised that they were here today, doing what they were doing. He had refused to turn the light on, refused to look at her in this particular dance. Which had been fine with her, she was scared that if he saw her face in such an intimate moment. He'd finally notice how her eyes change around him - how she grew softer, more thoughtful than her usual manner. She didn't want to let him see her eyes fill with adoration when she looks at him. He pities her. Their friendship would be ruined if this was to come out. He doesn't love her. They were both liars. It starts again, his kisses getting deeper, and slower this time. It blocks out any noises that she could make, but sometimes he wonders what would happen if he allowed a few to slip forth. He doesn't like the way other people look at her when he's not around, but knows that he has no right to be possessive over her. They aren't together. He feels like a preteen boy with his erection straining at his pants. Jooik refuses to acknowledge the development, curling his fingers to the rhythm of the song outside, this is the sweetest form of torture that he could think of for her. Playing catch with the little sounds she made, pulling her body taught against his own so that he would have better reach to her mouth. He can feel her tightening

like a coil underneath him, and that's when he extracts himself from the woman - or at least, as best as he can in this tiny room. It doesn't fare well with her.

He's never heard the noise that escapes from her mouth ( and neither has she) when they lose contact. "You're so impatient", he'll murmur, rolling his eyes as he situates a smooth leg against his shoulder. "You're too cruel". She'll respond, finding her balance in this precarious position. Before she realises what she's doing, she's reading out for him, hands grasping for something, anything, she needs to feel that he's there. And someone grabs back. He pulls her hands to his head, clenching her fingers around his hair for him, and purrs when she pulls it just right. Jooik has to squirm in his seated position; he knows that this moment was supposed to be about her, but she's making it very hard for him. The burning in his lungs are back as he smooths a hand over her thigh, simply pulling the nearly not there thing that she has covering her. Hand guiding his way through the dark before kissing her squarely where he had just departed. She jolts in her position, head slamming against the arched ceiling to the bathroom below the stairs, and a groan of pain elicits from her mouth this time. In turn, he'll roll his eyes. He can figure out what she's done. He'll sigh when he clasps a second hand over her legs, pulling the woman tightly to his mouth before continuing his exploration. Jina will cry out when she feels his mouth against her, working reverently against her - her hand tightening on the side of the sink, grip white as she tries not to make a sound. Her hands are forming a fist in his hair, body tightening once again as she's reduced to a series of mewling noises. Coaxing him to give her more - he's found an angel in the noises she makes for him.   Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. And a shove, someone's trying to get in. "C'mon! When are you going to be done?" Obviously she freaks out. The woman knows that the other doesn't want their escapades being circulated round the department. But when she goes to reply, the male worshipping at her feet continues. It's almost as if it all gets a bit too much to bare as he works his finger alongside his tongue, working in tandem. "Aren't you going to answer them?” He'll say, before he bows again. The man takes great satisfaction as she starts to stutter - attempting to form words together, sound almost normal. But she's struggling. And he can feel the anger that he felt towards her dissipate. This woman was always poised, now she was here, falling apart due to him. Her head is swimming as she attempts to respond. She knows that words are coming out, but Jina feels a little like she's about to burst apart - her destruction and saviour at her feet. It's the quiet before the storm. Apparently she had made some sense, because she can feel the vibrations of someone walking away from the door. Instead, she'll focus on the way that he grins against her. Satisfied in her tormented moment. Although, there is some sort of sick satisfaction apparent now that he knows that he's the only one who makes her fall apart like this. Soon enough, she's riding his face. And he simply let's her take her pleasure. That leg around his shoulder tightening - so he knows that it's going to happen soon. His tongue will stiffen into a point, thrusting; not for too long, because that change has her writhing in pleasure. Like a fireball exploding, she finds the final form of their coupling. She knows exactly how explosive she was when he rises again to drag her into a kiss. Jooik's mouth is slick with her desire for him. It's good that the lights were off. Her taste on his lips have just proven how he makes her feel. But instead of addressing it, he wipes down his face. Pushing the now discarded underwear into his pocket as he nonchalantly leaves her sat in the sink. Once again, confused and alone The next morning, she’ll wake up to dreams of a dark haired figure meeting her on the street, in order to give her a piggy back ride as she drunkenly stumbles home from said party. The woman plays it off as a dream until she turns in the covers and notices the bottled hangover medicine that

had been left on her bedside table.