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obae-me · 4 years

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Hi! It said requests were open so here is one. So pretty much how the brothers would react to an MC who says "I love you" after they had helped them with something. Thats something I do regularly, like someone helps them and they respond with "Oh my gosh I love you, thank you so much!" Cause. Affection. Idk, i just found the idea to be cute.

This is such a cute idea! I hope I pulled it off okay, for some reason Belphie’s is a bit angsty because I like pain I guess, but most of it is fluff! Thank you for your suggestion! 💜

Lucifer

He openly admitted it caught him off guard at first. What he will never admit is how harshly the air escaped from his lungs. Or how quickly his mind went blank at the words.

He had simply brought MC some tea, noticing how hard they had been studying. Working day and night to try to catch up and understand topics demons themselves had spent decades learning. He was proud of them for working so hard. He settled the tea down by them, watching them beam with appreciation.

“Is that for me?”

Their question elicited an amused hum from him. “Is there anyone else in here?”

They wrapped their fingers around it excitedly, entirely grateful. “Ugh, thank you, I love you, I needed this.”

He had been lucky he settled the teacup down before they spoke. Had it remained in his hands, he most assuredly would’ve dropped it, or spilt the contents at the very least. He was not prepared at all. They hadn’t been down here nearly long enough to fall in love with him, right? Was he that alluring? He must’ve done something wrong, he was sure he had been focused solely on being intimidating. He didn’t remember doing anything in particular to elicit such a response. He was flattered, but...maybe--surely-- he had heard incorrectly.

“You…” He blinked a few times as he shoved his emotions into the back of his mind, the silent screaming in his head muffled by his usual calm exterior. “..love me?”

MC covered their mouth with their hands, recognizing his confusion no matter how hard he tried to hide it. “No, no!”

Well now he was a bit irritated, and secretly disappointed even. Were they playing a joke on him?

They stammered and turned more in their seat to look at him. “What I mean is, I just kinda use the term ‘I love you’ as a general term, not an…” They blushed, “..intimate one. I say it all the time to people, I’m really sorry for confusing you. I’ll try not to say it as casually.”

It was a bit unusual to hear something like that thrown around so often, it reminded him of his days in the Celestial Realm, love thrown around at the drop of a hat. The Devildom was a lot less...affectionate. He shook his head, any sign of his surprise now completely gone from view. “Don’t change a harmless habit like that for me, I just wasn’t expecting it. I’ll know now for the future.”

It takes him quite a while to get used to it, taking every ounce of concentration not to blush whenever MC says that they love him. Once he does get used to it, he’s fond of it and may or may not continually go out of his way to perform some simple gesture to encourage them to say it to him more often. It takes even longer after that for him to finally respond with “I love you too” making them stop dead in their tracks, heart fluttering, mouth ajar, much like he did that first day when he brought them a simple cup of tea. He relished the look on their face.

How such a human stirred up these feelings within him is beyond his understanding.

Mammon

He was an open mess when MC first expressed it to him. He’d done what? Just find a pretty rock on the ground? It was shiny and smooth, surely worth a fortune, but when he went to see how much it was worth, it was declared utterly worthless. So he gave it to MC--but only because it was useless okay?! It’s not like he likes MC or anything, that’s not what this is about. Obviously.

He handed it over, acting casual, like it was nothing. Their eyes lit up at it, watching it glint mesmerizing colors in the moonlight, reacting like it might as well have been a diamond. “Whaaat, it’s so cool, I love you, thank you!”

“Don’t say I never do anything for-” It had taken a few seconds to process, but once he realized the words that had come out of their mouth, he went frozen. Rigid. His other brothers might’ve called it a miracle. His jaw was open, his glasses had somehow slipped to the end of his nose, threatening to fall off. He didn’t even blink.

“I’m sorry, I guess demons aren’t quite used to that huh? I use it as a friendly term, I used to say it to my friends all the time back home.”

He was still as stone for a good long time, gradually building up the concern in MC’s chest the more he was reactionless. Had they broken him? Once he finally gathered his one erratic brain cell in order, it was like someone hit a sudden unpause. He quickly puffed out his chest with both his hands on his hips. The explanation they gave him went in through one ear and out the other, as he was still focused on the ‘I love you’.

“Don’t freak me out like that, human, but of- of course if you were to love someone, it’d be me, eh? I don’t blame you, it would be hard to resist the Great Mammon.”

He’ll get a big head about it, strutting around, bragging to anyone who would listen--not that he gave them a say on the matter--that MC expressed they loved him. Doesn’t matter if there were romantic intentions or not, MC loved him, and he wouldn’t let it go. He’ll ignore the fact that MC will say that to most anyone.

“Yeah, well, when they say that about me, it’s different!” Or he’ll put on an act. “Yeah? Not like I care about some dumb human!”

The more he takes time to know MC, the more possessive he acts, and he gets a little bent out of shape anytime MC says ‘I love you’ so casually to anyone other than him. Mostly because he’s greedy for it, he wants those words to be his and his alone. He wants MC to be his...and his alone.

“Oi, MC, you can’t just go saying that to anyone...It’s our thing...you know?” He’ll get endlessly teased about it by everyone in the household, but no matter how much he gets pestered about it, he still wants to hear MC say it.

Only if things get romantic between them, will he be vulnerable with MC. Whenever they’re alone, he’ll get in close, melting against MC’s touch. With MC he can feel these strange and addicting feelings. With his hidden insecurities coming to light, he’ll ask MC the same question every night. “You love me, right? Like...love love me?...I...love love you too.”

Levi

MC had been convinced they gave the poor boy an actual heart attack. Although, to be perfectly fair, almost anything MC does puts Levi in a tizzy. It’s not their fault, he’s just sensitive.

They had been playing games together, nothing too unusual. Together, MC and Levi, the Best Friend Duo, battled an intense match against other real players. It had been close, but with both of their talents combined (admittedly Levi doing a lot of impressive carrying) they managed to strike victorious.

MC felt a rush, their head tingling a bit. They had been on the edge of their seat the whole time, positively exhilarated when they won. “Whoo! That was all thanks to you, Levi! I love you!”

First, MC heard the controller clatter out of his hands. They turned to look at him, his face went completely red, his eyes flicking back and forth out of control, not focusing on anything in particular. He had a hand clutching over his chest. Then to add on top of that, he completely collapsed.

“Levi!” MC’s shout was loud enough to bring some of his other brothers to check the commotion. After a short examination, they declared that Levi was fine, just dazed and lightheaded, although the color in his face refused to go away for quite some time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I meant it in a friendly way.”

He’ll end up locking himself in his room for days on end after the event, trying to wrap his head around how ‘I love you’ and ‘friendly’ could ever be even remotely the same. That’s not how it’s supposed to go! It’s supposed to be like...like in fiction where both of the love interests are alone, finally having the chance to meet up under a pretty sky, possibly under strenuous circumstances beyond their control, inevitably forcing them to admit their feelings!

He’ll get over it, he always does, but when he comes back he finds out MC now deliberately avoids saying ‘I love you’ to him. They meant it for his own safety, truly, but his Envy is now rubbing away at his normal shy personality.

It'll get to the point where he can’t hold back anymore. “How come you tell everyone else you love them but me!”

“Because last time...you collapsed, and then went MIA for almost a week! I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. Is this not what you wanted?”

He ends up using his arm to cover his burning face. “I...I...I...I…” After several more consecutive ‘I’s, Levi finally tells MC that he didn’t want to be treated differently, he wanted MC to tell him that they loved him too. “Because I...lo..lo...lov...I appreciate you, MC!”

MC will chuckle a little, giving him one of his favorite headpats. “I love you too, Levi.” He doesn’t collapse this time, but feels his knees get a little weak. He refuses to remove his arm from his face because now there are fresh tears flooding from his eyes that he doesn’t want MC to see. He loves them too, so much his physical body can’t handle it. Even if he doesn’t have the courage yet to say it, he’ll tell them one day.

Satan

He’s quite angry with himself for how he reacted, which isn’t a huge surprise. He does wish he would’ve handled it better, but he had no idea those three words would be sprung on him so suddenly.

He’s usually quite down to earth, but not even the many romance novels he’s read--and if you tell anyone that he reads gushy romance novels, he will kill you--had prepared him for this. Where was the buildup, the slow rising passion before the eventual confession? Despite occasional temper tantrums and pranking tendencies, he’s truly an old soul. He’s a ‘my dearest, shall we take a stroll, and perhaps, should our shoulders brush, would you permit me a show of boldness, of passion, I dream for the day our fingers intertwine’ kinda guy. So MC’s ‘I love you’ was many chapters early for him.

He’d crossed paths with MC near the front door to the House of Lamentation. MC had just gotten back from RAD, being kept by Diavolo himself. Every one and a while, after classes, Diavolo personally checks up on them to discuss the program. Meanwhile, the demon of wrath was just on his way out, a full stack of books in his arms.

“Hey, Satan, where’re you off to?” MC attempted to catch his gaze behind the many tomes stacked against his chest.

“Ah, off to return these books back to the Library.” Some hair fell before his face, but with the absence of free hands, he utilized a puff of air from his mouth to blow the strands away.

“I see, be safe then, love you!”

The words caught him off guard, and with his focus distracted, his foot caught against an unfortunate crack in the pathway. He tumbled, the books in his arms scattering themselves all over the front yard. MC turned and attempted to help, but with Satan’s panicked scramble, he ended up smacking his head against MC’s.

“My-uh-apologies-I-” He stuttered while he frantically tried picking up the books, only to have some continue to slip from his arms.

“Here, use my bag,” MC opened the backpack that had been around their shoulders. It was already full of some textbooks and assignments, but it was enough to lessen some of the struggle. He gave them a small thank you as he slung the bag over his shoulder, the remaining stragglers tucked under his arm. He waited till MC went back into the house, and then he angrily tore the front gate off its hinges. He looked like such an idiot just now.

He knows MC means not much of it other than general affection, once he thinks about it. Alongside Lucifer, anytime MC now says it, he’ll act unaffected by it. The truth is, the never ending rage burning beside him magically subsides anytime those words fall from their lips.

If he works softly and intelligently enough, perhaps he’ll have forged a tight enough bond where MC can say it for real, and the fire in his soul can find some peace.

Asmo

Honestly, despite his over dramatizations and flamboyant nature, he’s the least affected out of all the brothers. Trust him, he’s had plenty of demons try to crawl their way back to him after a night of fun, insisting that they’re in love with him. So, he’s heard it a lot, and it’s not his favorite. That being said, he discovered that MC is probably the only one he’ll tolerate the dreaded L word with.

He’d sat there, working on MC’s nails, giving them one of his—as he calls it—Asmo-tastic manicures. MC appreciates the pampering, even if Asmo uses it mostly as an excuse to hold hands and get close to the human.

When Asmo was complete, MC looked down at their newly soft hands with beautifully decorated nails, feeling a bit closer to the demons now that they had matching manicures. “It’s beautiful, Asmo, I love you, thanks!”

His chest did flutter a bit, and he let out a stream of giddy giggles as he pressed MC into him for a hug. “MC, you’re so cute, I can’t take it!”

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t use the words ‘I love you’ ever, no matter what, but if MC was using it so casually, why can’t he, it didn’t mean much of anything right? He quickly turns a 180 on the idea, and says it as often to MC as he can.

“Bye, MC, love you, dear! You’re wearing the outfit I gave you? I love you!” But his new form of affection is now not just centered towards the human, it’s now directed towards his brothers as well. No one is safe. “You’re giving me this, Lucifer? I love you! Beel, a snack for me? I love you!”

He’s such a hype man, and the affection spreading throughout the House of Lamentation by his and MC’s hand is infectious. Even if they don’t mean to, simply Asmo’s added influence has the brothers saying ‘I love you’ to each other more often, which has led to plenty of entertaining moments. Mammon said it once to Lucifer on accident, which admittedly filled the eldest with a bit of pride, especially at seeing Mammon’s mortified face. Beel and Belphie have no problem saying it between themselves, although it leaves them softer than they had been in a while. But perhaps the most shocking of them all was when Lucifer sleepily mumbled it to Satan, who then parroted it back to him without thinking. Both were a bit flustered, but Satan was so angry about it he wanted to tear both Lucifer’s and his own tongue out. The two refuse to talk about it, but they were both a little softer to each other that week.

But why are we talking about the others? This should be all about Asmo! You know how when someone continually says something out of irony after a while they end up speaking it unironically? That’s what was happening to Asmo, much to his confusion and unfortunately his fear. He had never...loved someone before, not in a romantic way, it was too much commitment, it was too much...emotion. But the more he continued telling MC he loved them...the more he started to believe it. The more he noticed the little things about them that he couldn’t get enough of. So one day, he stopped saying ‘I love you’ altogether.

MC met with him in private, concerned over his new out of character action. “Asmo? What’s wrong, I noticed you’ve been...distant, which isn’t like you.”

Of course they would notice, they always did. “Oh...MC...I…” For once, he was actually shy, covering up his own beautiful face to hide, an incomprehensible action. He could barely speak, he was so...scared? “MC I think...I...I think I love you.”

Beel

He was second place in the ‘staying calm’ category when MC said it. He’s a family man, loving those around him is in his nature. So hearing MC say those words, he merely took it as a family thing, and he was all too happy to bring MC into the family.

He noticed MC had been looking just a bit run down, and so, he shared a single snack with them. They practically glowed, looking up at him with a heart-melting smile. “Thanks Beel, I love you, thank you!”

Suddenly the food he was eating tasted ten times better, and he had been fully convinced for a while that it was some magic spell MC put on him. He almost ends up crying. Honestly, it’s been such a long time since he’s heard words like those. He didn’t realize how starved he was for affection. He pulls them into a tight hug that lasts for several minutes. He let them go eventually, but only because he needed hands to eat. He continued to scarf down the mouth-watering food, although the ache in his stomach wasn’t as pronounced as it had been.

He ends up giving MC a little snack anytime they say ‘I love you’, because he finds them adorable, and his way of reciprocating affection is with food. He loves MC immensely, so it’s only natural he shares his favorite things with them. Only, he was unaware that he was more or less training MC and himself by doing this. In fact, it was unbeknownst to everyone save Satan, who is very aware of what Pavlov’s Theory is. Satan doesn’t say anything though, he wants to see how this plays out.

The more MC says ‘I love you’ the more they get rewarded by Beel, and the demon has now conditioned himself by associating food with MC’s tenderness and endearment. MC steadily increases the time they spend with the demon of gluttony, almost stuck to his side as often as Belphie. MC finds they can’t help but smother him with love and affection, which Beel can’t get enough of since gluttony is his sin. And Beel discovered that he always has some sort of treat on hand that he refuses to touch because it’s MC’s.

The day MC finally caught on was the day Satan finally intervened. He himself spent some private time with MC, and, much like Beel had for a while now, he gave MC an unsolicited treat.

They hardly looked at him as they instinctively stated, “I love you!” Then ended up pausing for a long time. Satan teased them mercilessly before he explained, and MC felt their entire body grow hot with embarrassment. However, they took this opportunity to do something for Beel in return. They prepared a big meal for him, texting him to bring him down into the dining room, just for the two of them. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the banquet, but for once, his first instinct wasn’t to eat. He wrapped MC tightly in his arms, tears almost streaming down his face. MC’s presence seemed to satiate him almost as well as a twelve course meal.

“I love you, MC! I love you so much!”

Belphie

As shocking as it is, Belphie reacted the most severely. Which if you actually take the time to think about it, probably isn’t that surprising at the end of the day. It was the last thing he expected to hear, especially after everything that happened.

All he had done was run into MC in the hall. Lucifer had called Light’s Out and anyone who didn’t want to be punished would be heading straight to bed. Since he sleeps all day, he was fairly awake at this hour, not to mention recently he had felt annoyingly restless. Finally free to roam the house like he wished left him wandering and wanting. There was still something he needed, but he wasn’t sure what. MC stepped past him to get to their room, already looking exhausted, a large yawn escaping their lungs.

“Heading to bed?” They asked him, and he still found it difficult to bring his eyes up to theirs.

“Maybe soon.” He acted nonchalant.

MC rubbed their eyes, gently touching his shoulder as they passed. “Okay, love ya, get some good rest.”

He was grateful MC had immediately walked into their room, because he wasn’t prepared for how extreme his body would react. He found the energy upholding his legs went missing, and he had to lean against the closest wall to keep from crumpling to the ground. He continued to try to trick himself into believing he didn’t care. They were a human, he didn’t care, why would he care? Why should he feel guilty for everything he’d done? He was a demon, a monster, he’d embraced that when he fell, or he thought he did. But...being around MC...it made him feel like he was back in the Celestial Realm, filled with hope, with love, something he was sure he’d never truly feel again.

He recalled before the inevitable fall what his dear sister had told him before his life had been shattered before his eyes. “Remember Belphie, I love you.”

He couldn’t hold himself up any longer, clutching his pillow to his chest as the hole in his heart he had filled with sleep and anger crumbled away. He pressed his face deep into the fluff of the cushion as he sobbed. His heart felt like it was stinging like wounds often do when they’re cleaned and healing. It hurt. It threatened to break him. He had tried avoiding feelings. How could MC be so nice to him after everything? What had he done to deserve it?

Beel, influenced by the magical connected emotions to his twin, left everything he had been eating behind to come get him immediately. The intense pounding in his chest worried him to no end, he needed to find Belphie now. He found the demon of sloth curled up on the floor of the hallway, convulsing and shaking from violently crying. Beel hated seeing his beloved brother like this, but on the inside he was secretly thankful. He knew Belphie couldn’t keep acting like nothing mattered, it wasn’t healthy. He was finally coming to terms with everything, opening the door to finally, after all this time, being able to move on.

The next time the human sees the youngest brother, they see that he’s a little more aware, maybe not quite awake, but mindful of the people around him. For once, he talks about what he’s going to do in the future, looking forward instead of repeating broken events of the past. He finds that being around MC, if they’ll let him, helps the feeling in his ribs hurt a bit less, that the personality he thought had been locked up was starting to escape. Life itself matters a bit more than it used to. He has to be ready though, because he can’t afford to cry in front of his brothers the next time MC tells him ‘I love you’. Even if they think nothing by it, it means more than the world to him. But as always, he’ll act apathetic about it.

He’s working on it though, and all because MC showed him a bit of kindness despite his unforgivable actions. All he needed was a bit of love.

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ctrlaltentreat · 2 years

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the bread of enlightenment

you may be wondering why i haven’t been so active on here lately. see, i’ve been going through some changes... working on some personal things, and i would like to share my experience with you today. maybe you can take away something useful from it.

it was a dreary monday morning, walking around the office park. i was thinking about a lot of things... for the first time ever really. i heard of people doing this whole “introspecting” thing before but i never really got it. but anyway i was thinking about things such as... what is the purpose of life? what comes after death? why did God give us bread if it makes us fat? I was so tired of my keto diet. how little i knew then. how stupid, how small-minded i was. suddenly... there was a rustling in the bushes. i thought it was my drunk boss again.

what would occur over the next few hours, some of which are now a blur, would become the strangest, most life-altering experiences of my life.

i woke up in a dark room. i was strapped... like literally strapped. i was understandably wondering to myself, where the fuck did i get all these guns? i thought, crap, did i get kidnapped by the NRA again?

a figure stepped into the light. “you can get rid of the guns, that was just a power play.”

“it was a power play to give... me the guns?”

“yes antiNY, you’re beginning to see it now.”

“who... who is antiny?”

“it is your new name. you see ANTIny, i’ve been watching you from afar.”

i knew it. i had felt like i was being watched, ever since... the Storm... sometimes i’d come home at night and all the lights would be out. i would hear these faint whispers in the wind, a smell of warm yeast... it freaked me the hell out. it felt like the Carb Devil was after me.

the words he spoke next enraptured me.

he said “son, in life, sometimes, there are certain sacrifices we have to, make. sometimes, we have to give up something, we love, in order to achieve a higher purpose. i see that you are on a wrong, path. cutting out bread won’t make that, cute himbo in accounting want to fuck you.”

wow... he really had been watching me. it all made so much sense. it felt like he knew me better than i knew myself.

by this time the Doctor had walked away. i heard some clanging sounds, almost like a pan being taken out of an oven.

“who... are you?”

“who am i? Ha! whoo ammm I! my silly boy, that is not important now. all the answers to your questions will be revealed in due time. now,

it is time,

to begin,

your

initiation.”

i barely had time to wonder why he was taking a ten second pause between each word when he whipped out... the bread suit.

i was horrified.

"now... you will begin to see the light.”

“no! i can’t! i’ve worked so hard to stay in ketosis!”

“i made it, special for you AnTinY, your very own bun cage.”

“nooooooooooooooooo!”

this is where things start to get fuzzy. i was so desperate, i thought, i could never kill anyone... but i couldn’t go through keto flu again. i tried every gun, but they were all made of cake. i slunk down into the corner of the room, writhing. i felt like i was being smothered by an evil pillsbury doughboy.

i blacked out.

next thing i knew, i was in the bun suit, hurdling towards my death.

i remember getting this strange feeling as a kid when i watched the birds by andrew hickock. watching the birds attack all those funny speaking, modestly dressed people made me shiver. sure, that would be scary to anyone. but no, i felt this on a spiritual level. somehow he could tell just by looking at the back of my head, my grandpa said to me, “watch out son, thats gonna be you some day.” i thought he was just trying to scare me. i didn’t know what he meant until now.

“now aNtIny, you will begin to see the lesson, the beauty. you must not only think of yourself and your puny desires, but think of, the Birds.”

I thought no, not today. i’m not gonna die. i should have accepted a membership to the NRA.

i tucked and rolled out of the car. and kept rolling. the fucking bread buns made me bounce and fly like a loose tire on a racetrack. after what seemed like hours, i landed on the beach. i learned a lesson that day alright: you can’t escape your fate.

but you can put on a bread suit, and that way the sea gulls will be so occupied with the sweet, sweet bread that they’ll forget the mission they’ve been sent on to assassinate one of the future’s most dangerous political opponents. that’s right. i’m (redacted).

after a stay at the hospital and some physical therapy i made a full recovery. i have never felt more free than i did that day. and its all because of CULT. they quite literally, and figuratviely, saved my life. did you get weird, haunting feelings as a kid that seem to point to a greater destiny? are you stuck on the pointless hamster wheel of death? are you looking for protection? from ted cruz?

sometimes, i feel............................... yeah.

a few months later, i was walking through the office park again getting ready to quit my job and join my CULT comrades on the conquest for bread... just then, i heard a voice come out from behind the bushes... or was it the clouds...

“i told you son.”

“grandpa!?”

thank you for hearing my story. i hope you will strongly consider the words you heard with your earholes to think about it with your brainmeat today please consider joining CULT today. all personal lessons the Doctor gives you are individualized, i just happened to have this bread obsession... but, he already knew that, didn’t he... that son of a gun. anyway, anticentrism ⚑

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pevUK8Ftms8&t=2s

#jreg #anticentrism #this is a shift from her usual content #if you can call silently reblogging others posts content #lmao bye

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i-prefer-the-term-antihero · 3 years

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So this is going to be a long, overemotional/melodramatic post... but I need to get my feelings out somehow.

I've only watched ep1 so far, but I really love the look of, and am really excited for, the new Loki show.

When I first saw that some Marvel shows were coming to Disney+...okay, yes, I was definitely excited about Wandavision and Loki, because those are three of my favorite marvel characters. But at the same time, things did feel a bit like a marketing ploy. Of course Disney would make a bunch of marvel shows on their new platform--thats what'll sell. Of course they'll pick Loki, because he's really popular and that'll sell more. I wasn't even sure I'd watch Falcon and Winter Soldier. It didn't feel like I could genuinely be excited about the shows, thinking this. And, don't get me wrong, this problem is still there, no doubt about that.

But I've definitely enjoyed Wandavision and Falcon and Winter Soldier, especially the former. I thought they were solid shows.

So even though I LOVE Loki as a character...I came to the trailers with this sort of bias in mind.

Now, let me be clear, I don't just love Loki.

He was probably the first character I ever became truly obsessed with. I'm pretty sure he was the first villain character I liked, and kind of awakened my love for redeemable villains (which, if you couldn't tell by my url, stays strong today). He's a character I've loved since Thor came out in 2010. He's been in my life for ten years, and in a way shaped who I am.

I enjoy marvel overall, but pretty casually. I definitely keep up with all the movies, but I don't totally obsess over all of them. However, I still remember just how unfathomably excited I was when Dark World came out. How unbelievably happy I was to see Loki again. How I savored every joke he made, every tender moment with him, and just how happy I walked out of that theater. When I watched Ragnarok, I was older, so I wasn't quite so giddy, but that kid inside me is still there, and still jumped and grinned every time I saw him come on screen.

Needless to say, he holds an extremely special place in my heart. Even though I have characters now that I potentially like more, he's sort of been my "favorite character" for ten years, and I will always adore him.

I'm sure its been said by plenty of Loki Stans but...I absolutely hated how Infinity War went.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not mad because he died. Okay, of course I'm mad he died. But I can deal with character death. In fact, I sometimes prefer a character getting a dramatic and fulfilling death to them getting a happy ending. (And there are things I liked about his death--like, I really adored his dialogue, that he was dying for a good cause.)

But what I hated the most was that it felt like the creators didn't know his character. Loki is the god of mischief. He would never EVER launch a straight attack on a villain, no illusions, no back up plan. I'm sorry, but that's just not him at all. (Sure his plans in Avengers were more scattered and went horribly...but, firstly, he was being mind controlled so he wasn't all there, and secondly, if I remember correctly, there was still a level of mischief in his plans. He didn't generally do things straightforward. That's part of what made it fun to watch.).

(Loki wasn't the only character I felt they did this with in IW. I hated that they just had Cap live his life through time with Peggy. Not that I hate that idea itself, it's cute of course. But Cap is so incredibly selfless. He would never just do something so selfish like that...It wasn't him).

In addition to that, I felt like I saw the puppet strings so clearly in that scene. That movie was all about shock value. I don't think a movie--at least one in a franchise like marvel--should ever be made purely for shock value. It should be about what's right for the characters and the overall storyline. If there's some shock there, great. But give the audience an actually fulfilling story. Don't make your entire plan to shock and horrify the world that loves these characters/this franchise. In that scene, it truly felt like they were "Oh hey Loki's like the most beloved character, right? Lol, let's break his neck within the first five minutes to show we mean business. They'll hate that."

I'm a writer, I know the merit in going "okay, hey, we're going big here, we need to set up our villain early, and set up how this movie overall is going to go with the first scene." I know why they felt the need to kill off a character in the first five minutes.

And hell yeah I'm largely just mad because it was my fave, of course I am.

But it didn't feel like they were going "Okay does this make sense for Loki's character? Is this a good way to have him go out? Will this satisfy our audience who loves him?"

It felt like they were going "Okay let's pick the most beloved character so it'll shock, annoy, and hurt people the most."

And I'm not okay with that.

I'm just some shmuck, there's nothing I can do about that. But I'm not okay with that. I was so not okay with that, that I've pretty much hated marvel for all the years preceding Infinity War, and have not been fully excited about anything marvel related since then. I have barely interacted with Loki content since then it affected me so much.

I know it's melodramatic, but It felt like they were killing my childhood. That little piece of me that got excited every time he came on screen. That piece of me, that had been so excited to see him be on the side of the villains in infinity war, because it just meant I got to see him. It truly felt like a small part of me died when I watched him die.

So when the Loki trailers came out? In a weird way ....I couldn't even be excited.

They were bringing him back, potentially erasing the problem I have with Infinity War. And yet...I couldn't be excited.

First off, when I saw what happened with him in Endgame (it made me extremely happy and hopeful, let me tell you, but it obviously didn't fix everything) I was kind of under the impression he'd just be causing mischief throughout space and time for the show, and I was absolutely here for it.

So when I saw the trailers were him getting caught immediately, and then recruited for the side of the good guys...I was like "okay so...the same plot as other Marvel movies? The plot of Ragnarok again? He gets stranded on an alien planet, and has to work for the leaders. There's lots of fighting, like there is in every other marvel movie, which is the part I least care about." When I saw the trailers I didn't get to see Loki being himself at all. I saw other people controlling him, and then him working for the good guys. That's not Loki. Loki is mischief. Loki works for himself. Loki fights, yeah, but his character actually has depth and emotion to it, he's not just for brainless fighting. (And whoo boy let me tell you I was mad when I saw the DB Cooper part of the trailer and thought they chopped his wonderful hair off when they made him a good guy, like they were totally changing his identity. And also let me tell you the SHEER RELIEF I felt when I found it was just a tiny scene, and his wonderful hair will remain (please God let it remain)).

So here I was thinking "great, its infinity war all over again. I'm gonna have a whole show of them not knowing and staying true to his character."

Even though that little kid inside of me was still there. Even though that little kid was going "Dude! Dude! It's Loki! An entire show about Loki! You won't have to wait for him to show up on screen, he'll just always be on screen! He'll be the protagonist! Do you realize how much I would have loved this if I got to see it years earlier?" I was so tired, and so mad.

But now I've watched the first episode.

And for the first time since infinity war...I felt like I could breathe again.

Here I thought they'd forgotten his character. They forgot that he's the god of mischief, that he's funny, that he's, well (to use the words of Thomas Sharpe)...absurdly sentimental.

And they didn't at all.

From minute one he's himself, wanting to rule the world, cracking jokes, refusing to be controlled, causing mischief when and where he can. They actually showed the progression of why he'd be willing to work for them really well.

And gosh I loved that scene where he sees what his life would be like. From the moment Mobius started showing him scenes from his life, I was desperately hoping he'd be left alone with the device and get to see more of his life, and desperately hoped he'd see and react to his death.

And they did not disappoint.

They remembered. They remembered that he's ambitious, that he's not controlled, they remembered that he's funny and mischievous, and that he's a special marvel character, that you can actually get deep and emotional with. They remembered all of it.

Watching Loki watch his own death was like taking all those years of anger, and for one brief moment melting them away. I felt like I wasn't alone anymore. Wasn't alone in going "hey that's not Loki." Loki himself was watching it, and could judge that for himself. And most importantly, it was confirming before my eyes that it was no longer was his end.

And him being the villain and the hero? I cannot explain to you how much I love that idea. How much and how well that keeps in line with his character. A great premise and protagonist can make for a poor story if it has a poor villain, and, to be fair I haven't seen how it goes, but that seems like the perfect--and perhaps only--villain who could make this show absolutely stellar. I'd love to see them explore that Avengers-level villainousness, with him also being a hero like we see at the end of Ragnarok. It'd be fun to see his two sides trying to convince each other to join them. It would truly feel like they understand all aspects of his character.

I'm older now, so I don't get nearly as excited about things as I used to. I wish I did. I almost wish this came out when I was younger so I could be more excited. But that kid is still inside of me, and I'm so excited to see him on screen all the time.

Now...I don't really care so much if it's all about the money.

It's a whole show about Loki. I don't have to wait for him to come on screen, he's just there.

This feel like more of a relief than I can possibly express.

(@mylokabrennauniverse @annievvv7 I’d be curious to hear your thoughts/if you’ve felt similarly!!)

#loki #loki tv series #loki tv series spoilers #loki tv #loki series #loki laufeyson #marvel #mcu #marvel loki #loki mcu #loki show #marvel mcu #loki marvel #mcu loki #thor #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #infinity war

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yaneyanedaze · 4 years

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My Special Girl Pt: 1

(Yandere!Various x Beta!Chubby!Reader)

Whoo boy, it’s my first time taking a step into the realm of Omegaverse, but i hope you guys like it, I am working on My Android Lover and Our Goddess (Which is the Royal Pillarmen story!) those should be coming soon as well! I’m happy to write for you guys and I hope you all are having a wonderful day!

With that! On with the story!

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F/n is a college student with a little problem, She’s a beta that apparently give off the scent of an Omega. So when she finally goes out one day, her life gets turned upside down as multiple Alpha’s try to claim her as theirs.

Will she tell them the truth? or let them find out on their own?

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“Come on f/n, you never go out with me anymore? Are you alright?” My friend, Crys (Pronounced Chris) asked. I shook my head, sighing heavily, already knowing where this conversation was going. I stood up from the table and headed to leave, not wanting to be apart of this. “Hey wait up! F/n!” She whined, following after me, “Is this because of-“ “Do not. Mention. His. Name.” I practically growled, anger dripping from each word that left my lips. I could see the sadness in her eyes as she looked down at the ground, kicking dirt around.

“Come on, that was in the past. We’re in college now!” I rolled my eyes and continued walking on, more annoyed than ever now. “Look, I’ll think about it, Now go please..” I said, as I was now standing in front of my apartment. Her look of somberness quickly turned to glee as she practically bounced with joy. “Yay! You won’t regret it f/n!” “I haven’t agreed yet- annnd she’s gone.”

I watched as she happily skipped away, I shake my head, a ghost of a smile appearing on my face. Walking inside, I was greeted to the cold, crisp air, I could feel the goosebumps already on my skin from the nice, relaxing feeling. My name is F/n L/n, I am a plus size girl in her 3rd year in college, majoring in fine arts, I have two sisters who live with my parents still back in (Hometown). My sisters are both Omegas, as well as my mother, and of course my father is an Alpha, but me?

I got unlucky and ended up being a Beta and because of this they basically shunned me, even though I was the baby of the family. They didn’t want anyone to know that I was apart of their family. Then again, she didn’t like me anyways because i was a bit on the plump side, I had a chest, curves and a butt, so i guess i had everything that she wanted. She used to call me names, pick on me because of my weight and even my sisters joined in on it, while my dad just sat and watched. So I eventually ended up moving away to go and live with my Grandmother. She was a beta as well, so I don’t understand why my Mom hated me so much when her mother was the very thing I am. My Grandma loved me and cared about me, she bought me anything i’d like, make sure i was happy and never judged me . Soon she knew I was going to be heading off soon so she helped me get my own little apartment and car for school. I still visit her when ever i can.

My friend Crys was also an Omega, I don’t even know why she bothered because she was kind of considered the top tier of the school. But she’s been by my side since elementary school (minus..that incident.) and has been a huge sweetheart.

But again, it sucked.

Crys wanted me to go to a party on campus, but I usually don’t do well at parties, cause you know anxiety is a thing, and why go be social when you have Netflix. I groaned loudly “Why musty I have such a soft spot for that girl!!” I yelled out as I dragged myself to my room to get ready when I get a call from my best friend, Reimi. She was a sweet girl with bubblegum pink hair and big redish/pink eyes, She’s another friend that I’ve known for years, and I’m a lot closer to her than I am with Crys.

“N/n! I heard you were going to the party! Someone must’ve black mailed you into going” She jokingly, I rolled my eyes and chuckled slightly as I roamed through my closet looking for something to put on. “Oh shush! Crys persuaded me to go with her puppy dog eyes.” I explained getting a soft ‘Oh’ from her. “Well I was just calling to see, I’m not going do to exams, I gotta crunch that study time” “I understand, I just wish I would stay home but I’ve already got an outfit out and Crys is expecting me.” I say pulling out a cute pink dress. It was a bodycon dress with slits on the sides and a sweetheart neckline, i smiled and shrugged, tossing over on the bed so I could wear it. It was a gift from my grandmother one year for my birthday. “Well, let me go so you can finish getting dressed! See Ya!” “See ya Reim” She hung up the phone and i headed over to the bathroom to freshen up and finish up.

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror as I walked past, Even after all these years, I was still having a problem with loving myself. I guess my mom really did affect me more than i thought she was going to, I shook my head and slapped my cheeks.”Come on You’re gonna have fun tonight!” I say hyping myself up before i go in the bathroom to get ready.

(TimeSkip)

It was around 8:00pm when Crys and I pull up at the party, It was being hosted by one of the most popular boys of the school, Joseph Joestar, and of course, he was an Alpha. It’s probably the only reason Cyrs wanted to go to be honest. Speaking of the red head, she was wearing a pretty blue tube top with matching skirt, silver hoop earrings and a glittery choker. She wore heels to the party, but i know she had a change of shoes in her bag for when she get tired.

We both got out and she let out an excited squeal, “Yes! Look at us! two friends going out together, come on we’re gonna have fun just like the good old days!” She exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. Once we reached inside an overwhelming scent hit me straight in the face, I nearly dropped, but Crys caught me and giggled only making me nudge her as we walked in. We smiled and waved as we saw some of our classmates and some new people as well. But soon we separated as I had gotten tired of walking around already, and I usually didn’t do well in social environments.

I wandered around the large house until i came across a room that looked to be another sitting area, so I found the corner and sat down near it. I apparently didn’t hear the footsteps coming up beside me either.

“Surprised to see you here, F/n, Didn’t think you’d come to parties.”

I jumped slightly in my spot, turned and nearly fainted.

Jotaro Kujo was leaning against the wall behind me. He was one of my classmates, and he really didn’t come to class much, but when he did, you knew. Because majority of the girls would be swooning over him while the poor guy just wanted to rest and do his work. “Ah, I came with a friend, I got a bit tired, So I just came here to rest a bit,” He hummed in agreement as he leaned there. “Joseph made me come, said i needed to get out more, I would’ve been fine with chilling at home reading my marine biology books.” he said letting out a soft chuckle, followed by a ghost of a smile.

I felt like i was living some girls dream, To be sitting here chatting casually here with Jotaro would make them just melt. But to me he was just a normal guy, someone who loved marine biology and all things about the ocean. He was a gentle giant, at least towards me. “Let’s go outside, Its getting too stuffy in here.” He said, grabbing my hand, leading me outside, we pushed past people, saying my excuse me’s when we bumped into people.

Once we reached outside, I looked up at the sky seeing stars in the sky, all of them twinkling brightly, all of them just as beautiful as the next. Jotaro was also looking up at the sky as well, but he looked like he was contemplating something, like he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t.

“Jotaro? Are you Okay?”

(Jotaro’s Pov)

I breathed out slowly, gripping my fist as I let out a soft growl. ‘Why can’t i just get this over with.’ I thought to myself, She was standing right beside me. This cute girl, who didn’t find me scary, who didn’t just fawn over me like I was an object. Did she even know what I was? Other would be practically drooling over me, I’ve even had some males fawn over me. I glanced over at her and saw her face in awe looking at the sky. The way the moonlight glossed over her perfectly chubby cheeks, the way that dress hugged her curves and fitted her body in all the right places. If I wasn’t able to control myself I would’ve taken her right here and now, not caring that anyone else would see. They would know she is mine, and no one would dare look at her or try to claim her.

I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even hear her call my name out.

“Jotaro? Are you Okay?” I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to face her fully, she was about 5′1, so compared to me she was so small, She would fit so perfectly in my arms. I mentally slapped myself and let out a sigh before speaking. “Are you dating anybody?” I asked, and it came out blunt, but i didn’t mean it to, panic started to surge up in me as I didn’t want to come off as rude to her. But she seemed to ignore the tone of my voice and answered anyways with a smile. “Uh..no, I’m not really the dating person, i’ve ever only crushed on one person.” She admitted, a small blush on her face. ‘Thats cute.’ I thought as I watched her. She would be the perfect wife, I could see her swollen and round with my children, welcoming me home from a long day at work. I was happy with the response she said so I couldn’t help but give a slight smirk and a chuckle which seemed to surprise her as I saw another plus appear on her cheeks.

That’s when it hit me, She had a sweet scent to her, one that reminded me of roses and sugar, it gave off such an innocent vibe, not compared to some of these other girls around this place. She did say she’s only liked one person, so maybe that’s why, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it,it was teasing me, she looked to cute and innocent. I shook my head and let out a low growl hoping she didn’t hear, and luckily Joseph came outside just in time to save me from myself.

“There you are! I thought you had left, didn’t know you were out here chatting up this cutie here~!”

He said teasingly. F/n didn’t pay him no mind and neither did I. “Shut up, are you done hoeing around?” I asked, now standing in front of F/n. He smirked and laughed at my comment before throwing an arm around my shoulder. “I wouldn’t call it that, I was just looking for a girl~, but to answer your questions, no, I didn’t see anyone I like..that is..” He stepped around me and grabbed F/n’s hand.

(Pov Switch)

I jumped slightly when Joseph suddenly grabbed my hand. “You’re such a beautiful sight Baby doll~ How come i have never seen you around?~” He asked and I was about to answer until Jotaro practically growled at him. “Okay Okay jeez, i’ll back off for now~” He said, getting the hint. he scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me before heading back into the house. He was gone as quickly as he came, i looked down at the paper in my hand and saw it was his phone number with hearts beside it. I rolled my eyes and giggled slightly.

“Don’t pay attention to him, thats how he always acts around girls he doesn’t know” Jotaro says before pulling down his hat and handing me his own piece of paper. I looked at it and saw it had his number on it but a date on it as well. “That day, after class, be ready we’re going out.” he said bluntly and walked back inside. I was in shock, so i didn’t immediately follow him. I had gotten two numbers in one night, both of them guys that all the girls loved. Needless to say, I didn’t know whether to be scared or excited, but i felt something.

I just didn’t know what.

I eventually walked around to the front to find Crys waiting on me. She smiled at me and started talking as we walked to the car. “Soo~ Did you have fun~?” She asked getting over into the drivers side. I nodded slightly, a smile growing on my lips, “yea..I did..” I said as I looked out the window, thinking about Jotaro, and excited for the next few days.

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I hope you guys liked this, as i stated above this is my first time really writing something like this and i also hope that i didn’t write Jotaro and Joseph too OOC, if i did let me know and i’ll try to fix it!

#JJBA #yandere jjba #yandere jojo #yandere Jotaro #jotaro x reader #yandere jotaro x reader #Jotaro Kujo #Joseph Joestar #joseph joestar x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #yandere jojos bizarre adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #yane writes #omegaverse

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crankybeetle · 4 years

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Hi hello it’s me again! First ask was about the cyber au!! I was really curious about how endeavor got Midoriya and Bakugou and the first place. You said that Midoriya went along with endeavors plans to help keep Bakugou safe, which.. did not work out well now that he’s hunting him down.. but still. Was Midoriya supposed to be a sorta testing phase for endeavors plans? And Bakugou always was going to be the final part? IN WHICH case what about Shouto?? I know he’s doing some rebellion thing (1)

Wanna preface a little: Endeavor labs is originally this highly acclaimed research facility in cybernetics but is doing some very questionable practices that they're keeping secret.

Bakugou and Midoriya get abducted when theyre on a field trip that's funded by endeavor labs, it's like a big science expo kind of thing. Midoriya is the target because he's kinda known for being this up and coming whiz kid that is figuring out all kinds of cybernetics for medicine. (Cyborgs usually come about when someone is in need of medical treatment, it's not really used for enhancements, which is what endeavor labs is working on)

So midoriya gets abducted but bakugou is with him (because they're friends in this au lmao) so they grab him too to avoid getting found out)

They use bakugou as blackmail/bribery to make midoriya work on experiments/inventions. Saying they won't hurt him if Mido goes along with them. So the more Mido fights against it the more they experiment on bakugou. They kinda turn around and use the same tactics on baku telling him that if he doesn't cooperate they'll experiment on Mido. They're pretty much constantly separated so they don't really know what's going on with the other and just have to trust the lab. Which. Not a good idea.

Todoroki is already there. He's like one of the main experiments. He does interact with midoriya but is kinda torn... This is the guy thats behind all the experiments that have been happening. But at the same time he's also being experimented on. Conclusion: gotta help him escape. He kinda ends up destroying the facility and exposing a lot of stuff that happened. A lot of the big important scientists escape, but they end up losing both todoroki and Midoriya.

They have Midoriya's notebooks (very key part in the story) but they can't really decipher a lot of it so they need to get him back. So they send bakugou to get him. Who has been convinced that midoriya really doesn't care about him anymore.

Mido is pretty nonverbal from a recent experiment gone badly (they broke it off during Todoroki's escape) so he's not able to explain to iida and uraraka what's happened. It's been a few years so he's not as recognizable. Plus. Cyborg.

As for the lov? Ummm they don't have too much of a part yet... I think they're kinda anti endeavor/runaway experiments.

WHOO BOI that was a lot of words I hope it makes sense!

#bnha #my hero academia #cyberpunk au #bnha au #cyberpunk #squid words #i hope this isnt too confusing or long #there are a lot of moving parts in this story

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whumpernickel · 5 years

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so, i finally actually wrote something. i already posted this on ao3, but i was too nervous to share it here until id also finished this other fic i was writing, cuz i like that one a lot better than this one. and since i finished that second one, i figured id share both!

so heres the first work ive shared probably since i was thirteen: some needlessly angsty and sappy post episode-6 witcher fanfic because i have no shame (thats a lie) and zero self-control

Jaskier and Geralt had gone for much longer than this without seeing each other, but this had somehow felt like their longest time spent apart ever. He'd been anxious to see Jaskier – eager, almost. But... their greeting had been awkward, tense, brief- nothing Jaskier ever said was brief -and Geralt felt no small amount of fear at what any of this meant. It made the hairs at the back of his neck rise like a stalked animal's.

It was wrong.

There was so much unspoken, unaddressed, and hanging in the air over them, Geralt could feel it nearly tangible. For once, Geralt broke the silence first.

"What I said... before," he began, noting the way Jaskier tensed. "I know it was wrong."

Jaskier cleared his throat uncomfortably. "No. No, it uh..." he swallowed, "it wasn't."

"It was-"

"No," he insisted more firmly. "Trust me, I've had a lot of time and space to reflect on this, and you weren't wrong – I was stupidly selfish. With the djinn, with the betrothal celebration, with Yen, with... just everything, every one of those times. I was acting only for myself, and no one else, and bad things happened to good people for it. You wouldn't be in such a horrific fucking mess right now if not for- if I had just thought first, for one fucking second in my life. I never think, and..." He took a measured, steadying breath. "Well, I can't imagine I could ever deserve your forgiveness, but, at the very least, you deserve my apology." He met Geralt's eyes now. "And I am sorry. I truly am, Geralt."

Geralt expected to feel some kind of relief at the eye-contact, at the sound of his name spoken once again in his friend's voice, a blessed familiarity after months without it. And it was still there, that vague feeling of home in each other when neither of them really had much of a home otherwise, but it was tainted. The burdened remorse in Jaskier's words turned any sweetness Geralt might have found in them sour. He frowned.

"You... Jaskier, you don't deserve my forgiveness."

Jaskier winced and turned his attention purposefully to the floorboards.</p>

"I know-"

"No, I don't think you do know." Geralt grabbed Jaskier by the shoulders and ducked his head to intercept the man's averted gaze. "You've done nothing that warrants apology."

Jaskier gave an uncomfortable laugh and fidgeted under the attention. "...Okay, I think we both know that's not true – There are reasons- and some admittedly valid ones -that I'm banned from certain taverns, villages, kingdoms- I mean, no amount of lute-playing-"

"You know what I mean."

"Well, yes, but I don't understand it."

Jaskier met his eyes evenly, now, as if daring Geralt to try to rationalize it to him and certain he was placing a bet he couldn't lose.

Geralt felt his chest ache – guilt, confusion; worst of all, pity. He hated seeing pity thrown his way, and so he hated pitying others, especially anyone that meant something. But he couldn't help the twinge of pain at the realization that some part of Jaskier had believed Geralt up on that mountain all those months ago. Geralt knew better than anyone that the only way you could so comfortably and unquestioningly accept the poison fed to you by others was if you were already drinking the same poison from your own hand and calling it "water." He couldn't bear to imagine his so-spirited, so-confident friend doing this, but the evidence was there.

"I shouldn't have said the things I said," Geralt asserted. "They're not true."

Jaskier's eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, and he started to shake his head.

"Jaskier, I'm sor-"

"Please don't."

It was fragile and small, and Geralt almost questioned if it had actually been spoken aloud at all.

"Jas-"

"No, you- you can't take it back now," Jaskier said more audibly, shoving at Geralt's arms in a weak attempt to force some distance between them, "I was just starting to get over y- to... to get over what happened. And, if you take it back, now, then- then... Just don't take it back."

"I can't do this without..."

"Yes, actually, you can." Jaskier's face lit up hopefully, desperately. "You have."

"I don't want to."

"Then find someone."

Someone.

Geralt hadn't just meant he couldn't do this alone. Though he couldn't, of course – but that didn't matter, because he wasn't alone, anymore. Yet, even as not-alone as he was, he still didn't feel whole.

A huff of frustration forced its way out of his nose. How was he supposed to say any of that?

"Who?" Geralt intended it to be rhetorical, but Jaskier took the question at face-value and barreled on.

"Yennefer!- What about Yennefer?" he offered eagerly, "Of Vengerberg?" as if there were any question as to which Yennefer he meant, "Surely you two have made up by now, I mean even I'll admit you're somewhat of a power couple – but, y'know, extra emphasis on 'power.' Or- Or if not, then Téa? You seemed to like her and her man-killing prowess, yes?- I mean, I sure did, her and Véa, whoo, they are... terrifying. I'm sure they must take some time off from Borch-guarding, no? No, you're right, probably not. Then how about the child surprise- they are your destiny, after all, you're welcome for that – Or, if you're looking for a bard, specifically, there are plenty of others – not as good as me of course, but decent enough- I know a guy who-"

"Jaskier."

"What? No good? I mean, I suppose you could always put out an ad-"

"Jask."

Jaskier's nervous rambling died off in a shaky breath that sounded like it was meant to be a laugh, and he turned his full attention back to Geralt cautiously. His forced smile wavered at the soft sobriety in Geralt's expression.

Geralt dropped his hands from Jaskier's arms and took half a step back, ignoring his fear at giving the man enough space to walk away again.

"If you really mean it," Geralt stressed, "then I will leave you alone." A selfish something inside of him twisted at hearing the words out loud, but he let them hang in the air anyway, committed to respecting whatever answer Jaskier gave next.

"...Alright."

"Do you mean it?"

The silence that followed was more stifling than any yet that Geralt had had to endure in the bard's absence. Heavy and air-stealing.

Despite the uncertain pause, there was a sudden sureness on Jaskier's face that scared Geralt, and he instinctively braced himself as Jaskier opened his mouth to answer.

"No."

Geralt exhaled in silent relief. He hadn't noticed the breath caught in his chest until the moment he released it. He composed himself quickly; a show of weakness could probably help his case dramatically in winning back Jaskier's companionship, but it was tough enough showing as much vulnerability as he already had. Unlearning such a habit as ingrained into him as this one was like tearing a security blanket away from a homesick toddler, and the homesick toddler in Geralt was already veering dangerously into tantrum territory.

Despite the vulnerability of all this, he felt a noticeable lightness in his chest. Jaskier didn't hate him enough to never want to see him again – that was something. He'd take what he could get and he'd take it gladly.

He was trying to figure out what to say next – Geralt felt cursed, sometimes, with only being lightning-quick with his response if it was a wounding insult or a wordless grunt – but Jaskier figured it out before he did.

"Did you mean it?" he turned Geralt's question back on him.

Geralt blinked. "Did...?"

Jaskier looked at him pointedly.

"Oh."

Geralt felt shame and regret draw his shoulders up toward his ears, and he looked away.

"I... I thought I did," he admitted.

"I thought you did, too."

"I'm... sorry, Jaskier, I... You..." The words still wouldn't come to him.

Geralt didn't do words, but even he could see that there weren't many he could use to fix something that clearly went deeper than just some hurtful accusations thrown carelessly about on a godsforsaken mountaintop somewhere.

He shut his mouth, frowned.

Caring was so much more complicated than he always feared it would be. It wasn't just kill the monster, claim the reward, and go on pretending it didn't matter to him what happened after he left, anymore. The stakes were higher, more personal. This kind of care wasn't the kind that was a whole town of faces where none grabbed his attention long enough to be committed to memory, it was individual faces that he knew and recognized, faces that meant something – and this face was Jaskier's, one of the faces that meant the most. He wanted to reach out and erase the worried furrow between his brows, the tired shadows under his eyes, the modest handful of scars he'd amassed over the years traveling with Geralt.

But he'd leave the crow's feet – those held mostly happy memories.

Jaskier was one of those few people he so desperately wanted in his life, but wished didn't have to experience the hurt of it all.

"Jaskier, you..."

The concept Geralt was still trying ever valiantly to skirt around was family. And his was so very small and fragile, he couldn't bear to lose one piece of it, not for anything...

"You should really meet Ciri," he decided.

Jaskier brightened at this, a small smile crinkling his eyes. "You found her," he said.

Geralt nodded, a smile of his own taking shape.

"Alright. Lead the way."

#the witcher #the witcher fic #jaskier #geralt #angst #this is just #more angst than im even comfortable with lol #but here take it #witcher spoilers #wrudy writes #im not sorry for that tag

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jonghostation · 5 years

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OlderBrother!Yunho

You're damn lucky if you somehow got this angel to be your older brother

Because he will treat you better than any other boy will in this entire universe

SPOILS YOU

like goddamn, you'd legit have to stop him before he goes broke

Hugs you a lot as a disguise to ruffle your hair, purposefully messing it up

"Yunho, I have a date tonight!"

"They should be able to like you anyway!"

But honestly, he gives the best hugs. Period.

Becomes your hypeman in ANYTHING YOU DO

"WHOO!!! THATS MY BABY SIBLING EVERYONE! WE COME FROM THE SAME MOM YALL!"

Yeah, he embarrasses you sometimes but you really can't get mad at him

When he got old enough to drive, he became your personal Uber

He offered sometimes, but mostly you ask him to get you

Better confidant than a diary, cz he provides the best comfort

Parents yelled at you? Cry on his shoulder

Had a bad day? Leave it to him to cheer you up with sweet words of encouragement

Likes to tease you by scaring, though. He'd sneak up on you, taking you by surprise and laugh as you smack him on the shoulder

TICKLE FIGHTS. LOTS AND LOTS OF TICKLE FIGHTS

When you guys fight, he'd almost always apologize first, because he doesn't let his ego get in the way of your feelings

okay, now OP wants Yunho as her older brother dammit

#ateez #ateez x atiny #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #ateez scenarios #yunho #ateez imagine #ateez scenario #ateez au #yunho olderbrother #olderbrother au #olderbrother!au #yunho scenarios #ateez yunho x reader

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coffeecrusadeclub · 6 years

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Prompt: platonic hangout+confession by accident

Tyrus one shot

Cyrus's POV:

It was a normal summer night me and TJ had decided to hang out most of the day. At the end of the day we decided to hang out at my place and invite some friends over. And so an hour and a half later we were sitting in my basement with Buffy Andi Marty and Jonah trying to figure out how to spend our time

My parents weren't home so we decided to have the dinner of champions: icecream. We all sat there, spoons in hand, eating straight from the gallon icecream container.

Andi: "So what should we do?"

Buffy: "How about we play paranoia. We've never had a good game because we never ask interesting questions. So lets ask interesting questions"

Despite my efforts to object, I still landed in the circle with my friends, tossing a coin in the middle of our circle. Our order of sitting going to the left was me, Buffy, Andi, TJ, Jonah, and Marty. Since we were playing going to the left Marty was asking me questions. After about 20 minutes Buffy determined we had to start asking better questions so we did it was going okay until Marty asked me a question that I wasnt willing to admit.

Marty leaned toward me and whispered in my ear

"Do you have a crush on anybody?" I felt myself swallow hard as my throat suddenly went dry.

"Y-Yes" I responded hesitantly as I grabbed the coin. Praying that it landed on tails so I didn't have to tell the group the question. I closed my eyes and tossed the coin up in the air, I heard it clink onto the hard wood floors and opened to look. I sighed, heads, I felt like the coin was mocking me.

Buffy: "Soo what was the question??"

I looked up at TJ for a moment before looking towards Buffy and responding

"Do I have a crush on anybody"

My friends let out a group of curios "ooo"s and i blushed slightly.

Buffy: "whoo? Cy u have to tell us"

Cyrus: "Uh- I- hey im supposed to ask you a question"

Buffy: "Fine"

Once we got half way through the circle we decided to take a short break and eat some more icecream. We sat back down in the same order and Jonah suggested we start asking going around the circle to the right. Everyone agreed especially Buffy who had a mischievous grin on her face. I felt my heart racing because I knew that at some point tonight she was going to ask me about the question I got earlier. After we made our way around the circle a few times i started to believe that Buffy had let it go, that maybe she was just going to interrogate me later. I should have known better... maybe if she knew my crush was sitting in the room she would've waited but she didnt know and didn't wait. I almost didnt process the words she whispered into my ears

"Who do you have a crush on?"

I looked at Buffy, I really shouldn't have let my gaurd down

I took a deep breath before I looked her in the eye and responded, "TJ" she looked back at me shocked.

Buffy: "Really?!"

I looked down and sighed, rubbing the back of my neck.

Cyrus: "y-yeah"

The rest of the group stared at us in confusion.

TJ: "Hey dont forget to flip the coing Cy"

Andi: "Dont rush him you only want to know the question"

TJ: "You wouldnt want to??"

Andi: "Ok fine maybe I would"

I grabbed the coin and took a deep breath, glancing at Buffy before casting it into the air. I was almost afraid to look when I heard it hit the floor.

Jonah: "Heads!!" He exclaimed excitedly, everyone was curious to know why Buffy and I had a total change in expression

Buffy: "Cyrus im so sorry"

Marty: "Wait why are you sorry?"

Buffy: "I shouldnt have made him answer that question"

Andi: "But I thought thats what the game was about?"

Buffy: "its supposed to be fun but this might end badly"

TJ: "Why? How?"

Jonah: "Cyrus you dont have to say it if it was really bad"

I looked up and sighed, all eyes were on me

Cyrus: "Its part of the rules"

Buffy: "We arent going to disqualift-"

Cyrus: "Who do you have a crush on" I said aloud cutting Buffy off

Buffy: "Im sorry.."

Cyrus: "I couldnt hide it forever"

TJ: "Really?"

I looked up at TJ and sighed

Cyrus: "Sorry you found out that way... Actually Im sorry you found out at all" i sighed and got up walking up the stairs and heading into the kitchen. I grabbed a cup of water and leaned on the counter with my back toward the door. A few minutes later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and sighed, looks like someone was sent to check on me. I took a drink of my water as I heard the footsteps stop outside the kitchen. I put the cup down and sighed.

"I dont need anyone to take care of me. Its not a big deal"

"I think it is. Getting put on the spot like that in front of your crush"

I inhaled sharply, shocked at the sound of TJs voice. I kept my back to him and laughed

"They sent you to check on me. No offense but what is this? Their way of trying to set us up? Theres no way"

I heard TJs footsteps approach me stopping next to me. I looked at him through the corner of my eye.

"I came up here entirely on my own. Typically after someone confesses their feelings for you the correct response is to talk about it with them"

"Whats there to talk about. You dont even like boys."

He reached out and softly put his hand on my chin moving my face so that I was looking in his eyes.

"And how would you know what I like Cyrus? Do you keep tabs on me?"

My face turned red and I pulled away from him. Drinking more water to avoid responding. Although I wasnt facing him I knew he was staring at me.

"Don't toy with my emotions. I have no intention of being some kind of-"

TJ cut me off and pulled me to face him. I pulled back and lost my balance falling backwards, taking TJ with me since he still had a tight grip on my shoulder. I hit the floor landing on my back and TJ landed ontop of me. He held himself in a raised push up with both hands on either side of me. I felt my face turn bright red and looked away

"Get off of me" I tried to push TJ away, but he was a lot stronger than me and stayed in place.

"Cyrus you must know I like you too I only thought it was obvious"

I looked up at him in shock did he really?

"I thought you - I thought you were straight"

"Cyrus Ive never dated a girl."

"But you talk about your ex sometimes. I thought-"

"Dont assume Cyrus. Youll make an ass out of u and me."

"B-but" I was practically incoherent there was no way TJ expected me to form sentences while he was on top of me.

"Reed Cyrus. Reed is my ex. You know I still hang out with my ex, the only girls I hang out with are Andi and Buffy. And sometimes Libby when Jonah brings her around. Who did you think it was?"

"I dont- I - Get off of me!"

"Do you want me to?"

"Thats what I said TJ stop messing with me" i pushed on his chest and he smirked as i crossed my arms in defeat.

"Youre really cute when youre fustrated"

"TJ please... stop doing this to me.. my-my friends are-"

"Youre friends arent going to bug us theyre downstairs"

"But-"

TJ shushed me and leaned in, I felt his breath on my face and I got that much more nervous. "T-TJ what are you-" he cut me off with a kiss, catching me off gaurd. After a second to realize what was happening I started kissing back, wrapping my arms around his neck. After what felt like eternity TJ pulled away. My heart was racing so fast i was out of breath, it felt as though I had just run a marathon. TJ stood up leaving me on the floor alone.

"Hey Guys how long have you been standing there?" TJ said so casually. He laughed and I assumed he was joking "Thats not funn-" I look up and see all of our friends standing in the doorway staring at us. I swear I felt my soul leave my body.

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outrealm-gates · 5 years

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Mun I beg of you, can you do a sentient fat based Camilla and Selena prompt? Turn the tsun into more of Camilla’s goddess chest, maybe a touch of tender tummy fluff!

“Selena......is this true? You wish to offer yourself to my hunger?” The thicker, taller princess asked worriedly, fretting and tutting over her adorable red-headed retainer.....red heads were always her favorite....but was Selena positive?

“I-I said it didn’t I? Yeah......I’m not gonna let you go hungry.” Selena was aware of just what cravings Camilla had....the urge to consume people whole and alive. She physically and mentally craved a sacrifice of this nature every now and again, yet a suitable maiden wasn’t about. Instead of outraging the public and abducting a girl in broad daylight, or sacrificing castle staff, Selena desired to be the maiden Camilla ate.

“But....Oohh....dear Selena...” Camilla came close and hugged Selena tight, her pudgy stomach grumbling as a sudden weakness overcame her. She didn’t want to lose her precious retainer, just like how eating Beruka would be a terrible thing, but one idea did come to mind. A little spell....that may keep her beloved little redhead nearby for a time to come....until Camilla’s final days....

Camilla demanded that if Selena would offer herself, that the night would be one to remember. Both would spend the rest of the eve together, dining in the hall on the food that couldn’t sustain the special need in her gullet, nevertheless she and her meal stuffed themselves on the finest available. Wine and sweets abound, Selena seemed to show a much more tender side with her liege, showing Camilla just how much she appreciated everything, and wanted to be a willing, happy sacrifice. The wine loosening her up may have contributed a tad~ Camilla lavished her retainer in affections, nibbles and kisses, one may believe the two decided to become lovers. And in a sense....thats what Camilla would want it to be with the spell she’d prepared. Her previous meals had their souls return to wherever they do when one passes on, Camilla digesting their physical forms and adding them to her already fertile and curvy frame, but this spell would keep Selena’s soul close to Camilla’s heart....specifically, it would bind her soul to Camilla’s breasts, turning Selena into sentient adipose that would remain with the princess, and feel all the pleasure and stimulation she would. The lavender haired devouress found this to be the best idea to honor her lovely little retainer’s selfless sacrifice, to hold her as close as possible and offer her a long afterlife of sexual bliss, and the occasional jostling between pleasuring herself and the distension that came with consuming people whole.

**Rest under a readmore bc longpostislong**

“Camilla, can I...make one request before you take me?” Selena lay nude on Camilla’s lavish bedspread, her bedframe reinforced to handle her growing body as she fed this dark hunger of hers. The red-head’s blush matching her crimson twintails, and her eyes spoke of a deep desire. “I.....I want to kiss you the way a lover would....and when you deem it fit, I want to be taken head first....” Camilla’s heart leapt in her chest, the hunger was beginning to weaken her again, but she couldn’t possibly deny this request. It also happened to be along the lines of what she wanted as well, a sultry smile and such a jiggly strut adorned the princess as she came towards her delicious dear. “Yes.....of course I will silly, you deserve nothing less. It will be the last time I can pleasure you like this, but you will stay with me until i say....right here....in the breasts everyone envies so....Lucky you, my sweet~” The bed would creak and groan as Camilla joined her meal, both girls on their knees right against each other as they embraced, arms wrapping around each other as they pressed lip to lip, breast to breast, waist to waist and tongue against tongue. Camilla’s experience showed, and gently she guided her retainer into a rhythm that had them conducting a symphony of wet noises and moans long into the night, no matter how hard her desires urged her she would provide Selena her last wish. The two would finally pull away with a string of saliva connecting their lips, which Camilla playfully licked up. “Haa....La....Lady Camilla.....I’m ready, and tha....Thank you....I-I’m ready to be your tit-fat....y-you better....play with me a lot...g...got it~?” Selena huffed through her exhaustion and arousal. The thought of living on in a sense as her heaving, supple breasts.....enjoying the warmth of her body and the protection of her armor and clothes, being cradled and fondled by Camilla....it was almost as arousing as giving herself to Camilla, or the kiss they just shared. “I will darling....I’ll cherish the heft you add to my bosom, and you’ll recieve kisses before bed every night....I adore you Selena, thank you for being my dessert tonight.....” Camilla murmured to her meal before giving one last smooch. The ominous gurgle came once again, and Camilla’s mouth began to open. A yawning void of flesh beckoned Selena in.... And it surrounded her. In one deft lunge Camilla had taken in the girl’s whole head, a thick slimy organ running over Selena’s face and tasting her attractive features. Sucking wind through her nose, The eldest Nohrian princess immediately let out an animalistic grunt of satisfaction at Selena’s taste, savoring and suckling at her face and head before widening her maw to accommodate those soft shoulders. Selena lay slack and limp, save her knees so that Camilla didn’t have to work harder. The fleshy pulsing walls around her created an organic siren’s song, peristaltic waves and the princess’s hands moving her deeper and deeper towards the source of this call, her stomach. Strong arms brought more girl into Camilla’s mouth, her retainers small breasts gracing her slimy tongue and causing a full body shudder at their exquisite taste! Selena was a cut above the maidens she would often send to their delicious demises, Camilla may even refer to her as the Fillet Mignon of women~! She needed more....her hands firmly grasped and raised her meal by her ass, stopping to grope it a bit and lament her lack of time to admire it properly....but there was no turning back now. With another push she was halfway done with her meal’s consumption, her tongue questing into Selena’s navel for a short spell to tease her before another shove forced that plump rump into Camilla’s cheeks. Tender slow licks to the redhead’s pussy teased out a powerful orgasm that had her meal squirming and writhing in her throat...and ohhh was it a delicious nectar to add to her meaty ass. Such a feast, such a delicacy!! Thick thighs would graze the princess’s teeth as she gently nibbled her way down Selena’s remaining body, her ability to breath improving as she finished up her dear retainer. Dangling out of her mouth now remained the feet of her devoted dinner....the final part of Selena to savor. With the same fervor and passion as their kiss, Camilla took her feet into her mouth and suckled at them, moaning as she gently chewed them to give her retainer some final bits of affection. After her last fleeting tastes, she gave the final, powerful gulp....and Selena would find herself finally curled up in her stomach, whole and wriggling. Camilla stayed awake well into the night, trying to bring some level of comfort for what came next....Digestion. It was not gentle, her stomach treated Selena like any other meal, churning and reducing her to nutrients. Like every maiden before her, she met her ‘end’ in Camilla’s stomach, her physical form now forfeit to the predator’s digestive tract. But upon Selena’s passing, she could feel a tingle in her breasts, a presence in her mind.....The spell had worked! Further digestion lulled Camilla to sleep, but true to her word she kissed both of her full milky breasts before she laid back on her disheveled bed for rest. Long into the night the sounds of Selena’s body being reduced to nutrients could be heard outside of Camilla’s chambers....said sounds of digestion becoming somewhat of a haunted rumor of the castle. Not all the rumors were false however....simply details of the gurgling coming from a dragon or demon being a bit tall. Early in the morning Camilla had a special urn available instead of her chamberpot, proper disposal for the souls sacrificed to her hunger. This urn would be filled with what remained of Selena, sealed, and taken to a mausoleum in the lower depths of Castle Krakenburg.....And Camilla? ...would be much more affectionate to her fat, overflowing breasts...so eager to show off her new gains, knowing the attention flustered her passenger-retainer. But oh how the added focus must endear her~! ((Whoo boy. Hope peeps enjoy this, Big super mega long prompt post that I had a blast making ^^ Thank for the ask anon friend.))

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selfiealien-moved · 5 years

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Weather, love seat, stargaze, hot cocoa?

Warm hearted asks! Thanks for sending this in Griffin!!!

Weather - What do you love most?

Oof i guess my friends and family? thats what immediately comes to mind? if i can’t answer people though, star wars. lol star wars is always great.

Loveseat- Describe your ideal house

A house that actually looks like i live in it i guess? lol. Idk i don’t need a lot of space, but I’d like to have certain things, globes, old maps, maybe some swords (listen im weak for medieval weaponry ok) oh! and I would love to have a garden someday!! OH OH and if we’re going nuts here I would love to have a room for doing my art and practicing my music!!!

Stargaze - Celebrity crush?

The person that immediately comes to mind is Caity Lotz. She is a dancer, fighter, and actor OH and she can sing. She’s so pretty and very sweet (i got to meet her once it was great but whoo boy did i choke on my words lmao) and her fighting style is just so unique because of her dancing??? anyways yea Caity Lotz

Hot Cocoa - Three things you love about yourself?

Oooof this is a really hard one for me. um

I guess I like that I try really hard never to hurt people and always be there for them.

I try to remain really open minded and though i struggle with hearing critique i do try to take it to heart.

I uh have nice eyes?? lol i tried.

#thank you!!!! this was nice <3 #thatwitchrevan

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iwishiwereasleep · 5 years

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22 tag game

Tagged by: @pomegranateanarchist

Nicknames: abby, (google, ng, bing)

Zodiac sign: cancer

Height: 5′3″ish

Last movie I saw: ?? last in theatres was also Spiderverse I think? Otherwise maybe searching? i’ve just been binging new girl on netflix so

Favorite musician: idk some musical person probably

Song stuck in my head: Cheetah Sisters it is part of our dessert theatre they have jumpsuits and matching headbands

Following: ooh lots one sec 430

Followers: 104 haha I have not been popular since pinterest

Do I get asks: nope but i do sometimes message with people i used to be better about it but yes that happens much more than asks

Amount of sleep I get: the goal each night is 7.5 hours the reality recently is 6ish? i track this i should know but my phone is just a whole foot away from my hand so

Lucky numbers: none? i don’t think (my soccer number was 3 when I was like 7, 42 is just a good number cause hitchhiker, 21 is my choir number take your pick)

What am I wearing: not quite pajamas which means i’m still in my school polo because I haven’t showered yet

Dream job: astronaut? thats an actual dream like I don’t think i’d genuinely enjoy it i am to aware about the actual work and this dumb extrovert would probably die

going into cs though maybe a startup would be fun but also crazy stressful so maybe not?

Dream trip: yes

Favorite food: potatoes, but also rendang which is this lovely beef curry from indonesia and it burns your mouth but it is completely worth it

Instruments: the larynx not anymore but also kinda barely violin and piano and flute and uke and saxophone (though the first two were for over 5 years of classical training each and the last few were like a few months of playing around and I also haven’t played anything serious in a long time)

and the recorder. I got an award and also just went to the all east national honors ensembles for choir and left with a catalog of recorders that someone thought I needed so i guess that one’s not dead.

Languages: English, also I took 7 years of spanish and can’t remember any of it so. and pig latin

Favorite song: ?? help idk I’ve been feeling newsies lately because dessert theatre time but an actual song nah

Random fact: i’m really bad at these okay wait this isn’t really a fact but I just went to see the pittsburgh symphony orchestra because whoo all east honors ensembles i’m good at music i swear and the timpanist would play and then stop really really suddenly like his entire body would freeze and i don’t know where my brain was at that moment but I was watching him and he stopped and my brain went “oh my video buffered that hasn’t happened in a while” and apparently my brain just doesn’t work well at all i misspell words while i’m writing and call them typos please let me outside

i also sometimes hate that i type like this (bonus fact my wpm is over 100 whoa how are you so cool abby its because i would practice during classes and also make sure my screen brightness was up so that the guys behind me could see that i was superior to them in every way including typing like the dumb idiot freshman me was) what is this dumb stream of consciousness lack of punctuation mess you will regret it in a year.

Tagging: hello old friends its been a while you know the drill ignore this if you like i miss you all

@followedbytherain @zoetriestobecoolbutnope @short-blonde-andaverage

@queenmalomar @clementinethecapricorn @butchesss @damisalghul @ronmiones <-- also just visited your actual like blog site for the first in forever and it is still the most charming little thing i love it it was like a wave of calm and aesthetics and then also the textposts i’m too dumb to allow on my aesthetics blog so thank you

#mine #text #tag games #whoa haven't used that one in a while #queue

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fictionkinfessionsarchived · 6 years

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oh god this is long but i finally did it! here's some mod responses! finialtlly!!

Anonymous said: ((Hey it's the uhhh [name] system could you please not post that name1 does NOT feel comfortable having their name on it))

Yup! Right! It's deleted!

Anonymous said: I appreciate your efforts to run this, but the fictionkin tag is kind of unusable thanks to how active this blog is. It just clogs it up a lot. Would you ever consider tagging things with that less? (Or if theres a way to filter this blog from the tags lmk)

Either block the blog or block the url tag! That's why the url tag is the first tag in every post! :3 Handy!

Anonymous said: Hey I just sent a kinfession in from name about [organization] and how they did Jack shit in my timeline to help. Could you please check to make sure it's on anonymous? Thanks!

Yup it's anon! You're a grey orb and loving it!

Anonymous said: hey! the nate heywood from post / 182708222578 / being-stupid-is-a-universal-constant-and-thats ! i’m dckin, not marvelkin! thank u!

The post url is accurate to me as well! Sorry about that! I mean you could be, in a strange crossover? But anyways, it's fixed now! :v

Anonymous said: i think that /post/182786279903/ is persona 3, not zero escape? p3 junpei’s eng va is v*c m*gnogna which i think is what theyre referring to

Surprised pikachu face when I learn there’ smore than one person? Who has the same name? Thank you, not only is it fixed but I added on a cw for “that person”!'

Anonymous said: February 17th 2019, 4:37:50 pm · an hour ago sorry about this but would it be possible to delete the kinfession in the inbox that talked about questioning not just a character but that character from an au involving getting [somethinged]? thank you!

It's gone from the queue!

Anonymous said: Hey mod oarty cat, just a heads up, in the tags of posts /182750591728 and /182860813869 , you spelled the person's name wrong ♡ i dont mean to be rude, i just wanted to let you know

smart kitty things: typing something once and then copy pasting it elsewhere that needs the same tags!

smrat kittey thunkgs: typing something incorrectly and then pasting it multiple times so you have to fix even MORE things!!1! waow whoo!

Thank you anon! You're not being rude, I'm just typing too fast with nails that need trimming and also at night in a dark room so I cannot see the keyboard! They're definitely fixed now! :V I will make sure to slwo down and actually look at the keyboard and screen!!

anonymous asked: this isnt a confession (except perhaps confessing that i may not be good at searching for things) but what does 'smorchkin' mean when you use it in confession tags?? its not a term im familiar with, and if youve explained it in a post i havent been able to find it on my own :c

O Hawt dog! I keep forgetting to edit the tags page! Sorry anon! Basically that tag is for blacklisting mentions of the word 'cursed'! Specifically, referring to characters or sources are cursed! I thought it should be a cute tag, like giving a kinfession a smorch, instead of reinforcing the idea that something is 'cursed' or bad! It's also sort of expanded to cover when the word 'cringy' or 'cringe' is mentioned!

Anonymous said: February 13th 2019, 6:46:40 am · 3 days ago hey… it’s name here! i miss you so much, werewolf. you and i were the only 2 who understood each other to the deepest parts of ourselves. if by some chance you’re reading this, i still write love letters to you every day just like i used to. ♡ remember how they used to make you laugh when i used wolf puns sometimes? i love you, wolfy. if you’re out there, contact me. @url with love, all love, name

Man this is cute as fuck and I didn’t wanna just delete it and leave you hanging! but like it’s not a call blog, please don’t link blogs/side blogs in kinfessions! If you want to contact or find someone, I suggest call blogs! Otherwise your message might get lost on this blog! Here’s a page of some kin/canon call blogs: http://fictionkinfessions.tumblr.com/seekin Good luck!

Anonymous said: February 13th 2019, 11:07:16 pm · 2 days ago someone im qkinning is aroace in canon and i Dont Feel like thats me but i feel bad erasing characters canon identities, even tho im past life kin and cant really Do anything abt it if i am kin w them

You're not erasing identities though? Like if you are that character, then you at some point you identified as that! You're not going to stay the same person in every life! You're fine anon! Awaken as that fictotype or realize you are a different fictotype! It's all good!

Anonymous said: February 14th 2019, 6:32:09 pm · 16 hours ago aaaaa im really sorry, but i just wanted to check if you got an ask i sent a few nights ago about questioning kin with someone from my bf's source but fear about seeming fake, if it was on anon? if not could you please delete it so i can resend it on anon thanks! im worried mobile messed it up-

It was on anon, but I deleted it if you want to resend it differently!

Anonymous said: February 14th 2019, 7:25:23 pm · 15 hours ago Hey Party Cat, the recent Valentines day ask from Jinx to Lux (#💣🔫) is actually League of Legends not Celestial Refresh! ^^

*smashes that tag on* OK anon I trust you on that! Thank you!

Anonymous said: I recently submitted a confession about people [doing stuff], can you please not post that one? It was a misunderstanding. Thank you!

Oh yeah it's gone now! Glad to hear things have settled peacefullt!

mod Party Cat!

#not confessions #mod response #mod party cat!#mod posts #long posts

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