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pls stop.
his cheekbones :'))
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i think ao3 counts words differently than docs because i inexplicably lost like 200 words and as far as i can tell i didnt accidentally delete anything.
(granted, the fics nearly 8k words and ive been staring at it so long my brain is exploding so i could be missing something b.NEVER MIND POST CANCELLED I FIGURED IT OUT.
#basil blabbers#I DID DELETE STUFF.#because the formatting on the doc hides text and makes it less visible so its not super distracting.#but i cant DO that on ao3 so i had to axe that text.
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🐰 — my honeybee, come and get this pollen
summary: it's been weeks since jackie has gotten any and she's desperate for you.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, transmasc!reader, pwp, packer play, penetration.
you can sense jackie's intense gaze on you as you finish chopping the wood for tonight's fire, lifting up your shirt to wipe sweat off your face. when you glance at her, you can't help but smirk at her face - mouth open and nearly drooling all over the place and rubbing her thighs together while she clenches her fists.
"is something the matter, jax?" you put the axe down and walk over to her, nudging her shoulder as you sit. "this is the quietest i've ever seen you."
jackie whines and melts into your side, placing her hand on your thigh and begins to palm your packer through your shorts. you gulp hard, letting out a tiny moan at how it moves against your tdick. suddenly, she gets up and and grabs the front of your shirt, dragging you along behind her and into the forest.
"jackie?" you chuckle nervously, almost tripping on some sticks with how fast she's pulling you. "where are we going?"
once she feels like you're far enough from the cabin, she spins around and pulls you back against her as she leans against a tree, slipping a leg between your thigh and starts to grind herself onto your packer. your hands find purchase on her sides, pulling her in closer.
"i've been wanting to get you alone since we found the cabin." jackie mumbles, leaving kisses on your neck. "god, i was going insane every day without you inside of me."
your clit twitches at her words, eyes fluttering shut at her huffs of breath against your neck as she pleasures herself.
"i-i didn't pack my strap," you stutter, cursing yourself for thinking that your girlfriend could've gone 3 days without fucking if you had actually landed at nationals. "all i have is my packer."
she whines, pushing off of you and fumbling with your shorts button and pulling them down. "i don't care, i just need you inside of me." she turns around and takes off her own shorts along with her panties, wiggling her ass at you. "don't you see how i'm dripping for you?"
her breathy voice gets you riled up and shivering, eyes zoning in on how her wetness seeps down to her thighs. you actually have to steady a hand against the tree when you see it drool down to the ground as her pussy convulses. you clumsily take your packer out of your boxers and spit on it - though, you fully know jackie doesn't need any more prep.
"fuckin' shit, jax." you breathe out, sliding your dick between her folds. she moves her ass back into you, arm reaching behind and holding onto your side as she humps your packer. "i've missed this pussy."
you were intent on teasing her for a bit, to see how long she could last before begging, but she's so soaked that your packer slips inside. jackie's eyes flutter shut and she leans her cheek against the tree, arms going limp at her sides at finally feeling you inside of her. you bottom out inside and lean your body against hers, giving her hot and heavy kisses on the side of her neck.
"are you really that obsessed with me that my strap is all you can think about even after what happened?" you growl, nipping at her skin until you see a faint red mark form. you snake your hands underneath her shirt and grope her tits, pushing her flat against the tree before you start thrusting into her. "you're honestly so pathetic sometimes."
jackie lets out a strangled noise as you degrade her, jaw going slack from pleasure. one of your hands reaches down to play with her clit and her moan is so loud that you're pretty sure the girls heard it all the way from the cabin. as you pinch her sensitive nerve, her hips start stuttering and you know she's close. pushing her forward, you grab her arms and hold them by your side, pounding as fast and deep as you can inside of her.
she cries out, whining and blabbering your name. "please, let me cum, i'm so close." she begs, some drool dripping from the sides of her mouth as she speaks. "let me cum all over your packer."
"yeah?" you rasp out, moving your hips methodically just to tease her more. "if i let you cum, then you have to clean up your mess. i wanna see you deepthroat this dick afterwards, okay?"
she nods incessantly, moaning out incoherently with agreement. one hand lets go of her arm and begins slapping her clit, weighing her down with your body as she keeps squirming. "cum for me, jackie."
and she does - she cums with a beautiful moan that makes your ears perk up, chasing the sound.
she slumps against the tree and as you look down at her pussy, you wish so badly that you could feel how she throbs against you. you sigh as you pull out, her cream covering your packer and some of it oozing out of her and onto the dirt covered ground.
you grab her and turn her around, ignoring her comment about how sore she needs another second to catch her breath before you shove her down to her knees.
"get to work, baby."
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John Shelby imagine
For all my John girlies!
hi @shelundeadxxxx :))))
As always, you can find this and many more imagines in my book of imagines
How many times have you thought to yourself if only I talked less, none of this would happen. If I learnt how to keep my mouth shut, everyone would move on in their ignorance and I wouldn't have to go through ordeal all too well known and expected of being scolded reprimanded shushed for speaking my mind.
Peace is fractured ice in winter that permanently teases coming of spring if you are brave enough to break through. But there is always someone waiting on surface with hammer and axe to push you back under.
It's not the truth that scares.
Aftermath is foreseeable agony. No weather check needs to announce emergency alarm for storm that is hurling once unleashed.
To fight injustice with scarred armor is to walk through downpour in tattered raincoat and wonder later how you caught cold.
Y/n slept counted hours filled notebooks with filthy words in flowery handwriting. There were no books here but old photo albums coughing dust and history is best to leave unbothered. In house of screaming people, even ghosts hide grateful they have somewhere to escape.
Our ghosts are ashamed of ourselves.
Thought brought small smiles to y/p face. John didn't believe in ghosts. He would tease you till you were both rolling on the floor, him trickling you then nuzzling his face in your neck and cuddling in tight warm embrace till it was time to part. He knew how much you needed someone to just hold you tight to feel presence of another heart close to yours to calm you down and convince yours it's alive and loved and acknowledged. You would wrap yourself in his hug and he would watch you silently as you gave yourself to calm you only ever felt when you were together, calm washing over your heart leaving demons stranded cut off for time being.
but john is brave; he does what he wants and he never gets caught.
All your bravery ever brought you is running away crying yourself to sleep telling yourself to breath soothing your heart that everything will be okay. No one ever listened to you. They treated your words like child's blabbering, like you haven't went through shit to see the truth
But john saw you.
'I will marry you whenever you say you are ready'
And you would thousand times already if there weren't your mother's tears flowing in your memory and father's helplessness to take back words make them unsaid.
Her relationship with John and Shelby fam had nothing to do with fact that she was being held as prisoner in her grandmother's home. It was the words she spoke, the bravery to talk back. Psycho granny who cant deal with world changing, people leaving, so she inserts herself in narrative as tyrannic matriarch when irl she is nothing but nuisance. Except when she locks you up, and leaves you to starve hoping it will teach you some respect and love. Funny how people believe you can force someone to respect you. Respect is earned. As for love, most elusive force of universe, yet there are still people out there who demand it like it's another thing you can trade on market. Suppose you can. But not the real kind.
John was one person who came into y/n's life and made breathing and loving seem like easiest things in world. They were best of pals, he never asked of her anything, but to be happy. When she was sad, he would go out of his way to make her laugh again, for he knew storms are here to pass and making it to the other side is always easier with friend by your side.
His adoration with y/n was evident to everyone, besotted from head to toe, if needed he would burn down every fucker and whole world that dared spill tears down y/n's cheeks. It was his girl. No one was allowed to mess with what is most prescious to Shelbys.
Y/n tried the door knob. Ran y/p fingers between door and frame gripping on surface testing to pull it open, scratching y/p nails down the wall then running back under covers before someone came and saw what y/p has done.
Time passed no one came. It seemed the world forgot about just another child who thought too much.
Did Shelby's really didn't notice their friend missing?
Sun went up and went down, marking fourth day that y/n grandma locked y/p away for having opinion. guess that's how world works. It breaks your heart and takes your dreams and stomps out your hope and then sneers in your face asking why you didnt fight harder.
y/n was exhausted and defeated. Curled on carpet y/p could feel life seeping out as y/p whole body went in hibernation state.
After seventh day,
Only the mind was alive.
Drenched in sweat, dizzy from hunger, whole world was dancing in peripheral but no one reached out a hand. She passed out from hunger several times, not bothering anymore to get back on her feet or drag her limp exhausted body on bed.
She was drifting through motions, not sure anymore what is real and what not. john was there aparation stepping from behind curtains, galaxy of freckles spinning on celling above her, his laugh seeping from memories all around her, his soft gaze those familiar blues telling her everything will be alright just like he always did when they would roll on floor his nonchalance and deep care hiding under soft touch as he caresses her face his sunrays reaching for soul underneath battered skin. As the passing clouds snuffed out the sunlight, casting whole room in sudden darkness, his blues would get stern and serious, gangster who knows what's the price to pay for every indulgence, he would tell her to hold on just a little longer. But her tortured mind on brink of collapsing would let go and drift in darkness, falling and watching blue lights of home on surface getting smaller and on the end eventually closing up, hope dangerously tethering just out of reach as darkness closed around her.
He will come, he promised.
He will notice my absence, I am more than my silence.
She went out thinking back to days they spent sneaking out of crowded Garrison to make snowmen and have snowball fights in winter of their youth. John's smile flushed cheeks, his arms around her shoulders will she ever feel home again?
Next time she woke up, it was with bang.
It was early morning, dawn has barely risen when doors splintered in parts as someone force opened them.
Too weak to jolt, vibrations glided off y/p frame, just a lump of clothes on floor.
John comes in, impatience and worry all over his face, on his heels are his brothers checking for possible threats and surprises hiding in plain sight. But there was nothing there but one body on the carpet, wrapped in itself, peering at them through glassy stare.
John is wild with furry on the way there, collecting the gang ready for fight. Arthur and Tommy knew there was no stopping him, and when they heard how dire situation really was, they were ready in no time to take arms and end it for good. y/n was family, and attack on one is attack on all.
For her, John becomes softball.
He marches into room kneeling down beside her body.
Checking the pulls, he takes y/n in his arms laying her on settee. Gently touching her cheek relief flooding his features as your eyes open and find his.
'what made you take so long?' y/n tries weakly, always the one ready to crack the joke in every misfortune.
he pulls her in hug as answer. Restless, on verge of breaking, he gathers her in his arms, smell of lemon and tobacco envelopes her senses 'oh y/n, my dearest y/n'
she pulls back and he takes good look at her, cursing for ever letting her out of his sight. He turns around giving Tommy and Arthur a sign to go on with the plan.
'i am getting you out and burning this whole shithole down. "
Through haze y/n watch herself reaching towards his cheek half believing her hand will pass through another ghost of dearest face.
John takes her hand from his face and planta hard kiss on her palm.
"john, thoughts of you made me survive in this room"
There was warmth where cold stale breath of hallucination hanged and was being slowly dispersed as familiar blues stirred her heart back to life.
'i am so sorry for letting this happen. I should have been there. You are always on my mind, little one. i got held back, and - gosh- y/n, you mean too much to me to ever let anyone come close to you again'
And they are both lost in embrace of thousand promises that no time or adversaries will stand a chance against bond stretching between them.
John wraps you in his coat, protective arm around you, smirk and toothpick in corner of his mouth as you descend the stairs and are joined by Tommy who is lighting his cigarette.
'Brother," he says handing John the match.
Tommy ushers you out on driveway where you wait for john to catch up. Arthur smiles fatherly, dusting his sleeves. 'No worries, mfs will pay for this.'
Tommy shots him look that said 'don't ruin the surprise' fixing John's now yours coat then cradling your head to his chest in embrace. 'You alright, love?' he asks.
You nod eating apple your first meal in a while, that Arthur produced from inside his coat, and he takes it as cue not to push it any further.
'I got it under control' You manage to make out through clattering teeth once John comes back.
He pulls you closer planting a kiss on side of your head.
'I know you did, darling. I just brought logistics for final touch'
At that moment bomb blasts behind you, taking apart in explosion of embers that house of misery. It shakes the ground but john tucks you safely beside him as you all walk away together through smoke of new beginnings.
one foot in front of other, board the train and live out rest of your lives never leaving each other side.
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“Sorry, I can’t let you go out there,” half-shouted the firefighter. “We have to extinguish your car before you can drive it again.”
She was sick of my bullshit, but I knew that it would take her longer to get to the truck, get the axe, and come back to kill me with it, than it would for me to hop into the car. Turning the engine over would extinguish the worst of the flames using its vacuum: maybe even get a small carbon-buildup reduction. I waited until she was looking the other way, then made a break for it.
I ran as hard as I possibly could. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough, and I ended up collapsing to my knees, my lungs heaving at the newfound effort of making my legs do something other than cross a garage floor and push a clutch pedal. Once I had pulled myself up into a sit, I had a great view of my daily driver combusting into an uncontrollable fire. Yeah, now it was probably too far past the point where I could drive it. Once it gets this bad, the door locks melt, and then it’s a whole thing.
This was my own fault, really. I shouldn’t have been experimenting with that semi-truck turbocharger and jet turbine at the same time. And I certainly should not have been doing so next to the bar where all the firefighters hang out. I should have known that they would determine that this specific engine fire was a New Kind of Fire, and therefore extremely interesting.
In fact, there were already some retired firefighters standing on the periphery of the safety cordon, blabbering on to each other about how they had Seen One Like This Once Before and then laughing about how crispy the bodies trapped inside had become. Although I knew deep down that it was just idle boasting, some part of it bothered me, and I decided I would go over there and give them a piece of my mind.
Unfortunately for everybody involved, that’s when I saw it. A pristine 1993 Ramcharger. Last year, all the trim. Gently removed “fire captain” sticker on the door, left behind a void in the clearcoat. Didn’t keep up with polishing the paint after retirement, extremely shabby of them to have done so. Three-sixty Magnum, throttle-body fuel injected. I immediately clocked that it must belong to one of the assembled retired firefighters, and decided to become their friend in the hopes that they might cut me a deal, or, in the worst case, a placement in the will.
“Saaaaaaay, fellas,” I started, my face holding something that I hoped was akin to a welcoming smile. “Have you ever seen a car run on naphtha before?”
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Now I've finished reading Mansfield Park, which I expected to slog through, but instead it held my interest nearly the entire time. The one exception was the long exchange of letters after Fanny goes to Portsmouth. Then I was taking longer to get through each chapter, and the ending, of course, is as Austenian as I could expect.
Mansfield Park doesn't have the charm or wit of other Austen novels. I had put it off because I read that "no one is likable," and I don't usually have a taste for stories where everyone is just bad and miserable. But having read it, I don't think those critics were justified. Mansfield Park isn't about an unlikable group of characters. It's just that they are very flawed. And a lot of real life is hard to like, but you don't have many friends if you will only approve of paragons of virtue.
Is Fanny meant to be the paragon of virtue? was the question running through my mind. Most Austen heroines are not as perfect as they're accused of being - the only one who really fits that description, in my opinion, is Anne Elliot. (And I could go on about why that doesn't bother me at all and that the world of literature deserves an Anne Elliot or two, but back to Fanny.) Fanny confused me for the longest time. I couldn't tell if she was virtuous and pure, or naive and pathetic. I think for most of the novel she's something of both, and what really kept me gripped was feeling desperate to know whether she'd turn out as awful as the rest. It's an Austen novel, I figured there was no way she wouldn't turn out okay, but honestly I was in suspense sometimes lol, as much suspense as you can be when instead of the threat of an ax murderer hiding under the stairs, the threat is winding up rich and bitter.
My final opinion of Fanny is that I like her in a similar way that I like Anne Elliot. There are a couple lines, about the importance of "knowing your mind," and "being guided by what's in your own self," that made me see more strength in Fanny. She is essentially friendless. And she's much younger than Anne, and she's so criticized and taken advantage of, and so without warmth. So many times I thought "if only she had a backbone," and my fear was that Austen would validate her timidity and loneliness as the virtue of "female abnegation" :P But although there are the usual Austen morals, she doesn't do that - instead she gives us Susan, who does have pluck and backbone, and makes Fanny admire her for it and wish she'd had some too when she was first sent to Mansfield. And contrasting Mary Crawford with Fanny is what made me like Mary, and worry that Fanny might be the first Austen heroine to really be disappointed in love. If Fanny had some of Mary's liveliness and confidence, maybe Edmund would have noticed her. And if Mary had Fanny's good judgment, maybe she would have had Edmund in the end. I think the contrasting traits in Fanny and Mary Crawford are some of my favorites in Austen novels, because they're so real and developed that I couldn't tell for a while who was going to come out ahead.
Fanny is everything "good" in an Austen heroine, but her flaws are still real. And Mansfield Park doesn't beat around the bush when it comes to how easily she could have wound up a villain instead of a heroine. If Edmund had married Mary, Fanny would probably have married Henry and been miserable, because despite all the blabber about "she would have fixed him," I think he would have gone right on cheating and breaking her heart. Austen had more faith in Henry Crawford than I do, lol.
As for the rest of the cast, apart from Mrs Norris, I don't think anyone is hateful. But they don't have warmth, they don't have real affection. That is palpable in the novel and reminded me over and over how much I wished Fanny had a friend. When William appeared, I braced myself for his betrayal - but although he's not around much, he ended up being her true friend. I could almost wish he wasn't her brother because he treated her much better than Edmund did. William knew how to show love. If he had been brought to Mansfield Park when Fanny was, maybe Fanny would not have fallen in love with Edmund, because she would have already had a best friend who could definitely never become a romantic option.
But although the lack of warmth is so terrible, that's what I mean when I say the novel is real. I think the lack of concern for their so-called loved ones the characters show, as well as the biases and prejudices that are inconvenient for them to shed, are exactly how many families really are. Taking each other for granted, seeing each other how you wish to, and being mostly concerned about whether or not someone is useful to you personally. It sounds cynical, and there are many loving, caring families who are nowhere near as selfish as the Bertrams or the Crawfords or even the Prices. But there are many which are. And I like the way the novel made it felt. Rather than make the abuse obvious through violence and threats, the coldness is covered up by decorum, which makes it even more insidious and long-lasting. I was really sad, just deeply sad for Fanny in many places, every time I wished she had someone who would listen to her and side with her the way everyone else expected her to do for them. I'm nowhere near as virtuous as Fanny, but I know how much it sucks to bite your tongue over and over, and when you finally tell the truth, to be told that you don't know your own feelings, or you're just too ignorant to understand what you should feel, or that your judgments are wrong because it's currently convenient to the other person that they should be wrong. Sometimes I was identifying so much with Fanny that I had to stop reading. It's not gaslighting - that term is too strong. But it is inconsiderate. I was lucky because I always had a listener in my mom. She may not always understand me, but she listens and respects me. I never have to worry that what I say may set her off the way I did with my dad and brother. Lately my dad's been much better with me, which I truly appreciate - but I also can't forget him telling me that I shouldn't be insulted that he thinks opinions like mine are "stupid, because "I know you're smart enough to one day agree with me!"
Which, weirdly, brings me to Edmund... I was on the fence about him the whole time. At first he seemed like he WAS Fanny's friend, the kind older brother figure who cared about her happiness. After a while I started to suspect that he was more about the appearance of charity than about really being kind. I suspected him of betraying me and becoming exactly the kind of clergyman Mary denigrated. But other times he would do or say something that made me change my mind, and decide that he's not fake, he's just flawed. Being flawed is much better than being fake. My number one issue with him was when Fanny turned down Henry's proposal, and Edmund, despite saying he wouldn't try to sway Fanny's feelings, winds up doing just that - because it's convenient for him to think of the Crawfords as good people, because the theater debacle was embarrassing to think back on, and because he admires Fanny's judgment, so if she judges Henry Crawford good enough to marry, he'd no longer need to have scruples about marrying Mary. It was the most selfish he ever was with regard to Fanny. It really made me feel he could never love her, and even opened me up to the idea that Henry might, actually, be Fanny's endgame match, lol. Because Henry seemed to notice all the things no one else did about how lonely and uncared for Fanny was, and even to encourage her to find her voice. It was literally Fanny pointed out that how could she trust a man who had taken advantage of the feelings of not one but two of her cousins before immediately redirecting his flirting on her to make me realize "no way, it's definitely going to be Edmund, lol."
Henry's better than Wickham, but not by a lot. Edmund, however, is a far cry from Mr Darcy. I wish very much that Mansfield Park ended in some way to make me like Edmund better, because right now the best I can say about him is that he's not as silly as his siblings, and he is at least capable of real love. It's hard to hear the wedding bells because as far as I can see, the Edmund Fanny loves is his childhood self, and the grown up version hasn't really done much to deserve her. He's more commendable for not doing things to not deserve her, lol. Their relationship is probably the least romantic of any in Austen's novels, imo. Fanny really loved him, and there was a lot of romantic pain in watching him fall for someone else. But by the time he finally sees Fanny, the novel is over... xD This is not a criticism though... I was really intrigued to find out how each character would turn out in the end. And the only thing I'll say which is sort of disappointing is that everything turned out how I predicted it in the beginning, aka like an Austen novel. But even though the Crawfords and Edmund didn't develop more as characters, I still appreciate how much complexity they add. Like, they made me guess about an Austen novel, haha. And in retrospect I shouldn't have, because I knew the finale from the curtain rise. But still. They made me guess. They almost, almost made me believe Mary would be rehabilitated and Fanny would give in to poor judgment. Hehe.
If anything, I appreciate this novel for food for thought, ie imagining all the different stories it could have been. I like that one way of life, the rich, performative lifestyles of Mansfield Park, is shown warts and all - and then we're taken down to Portsmouth only to find it's warty in similar ways, just with less polish. It makes you a little more sympathetic to mercenary marriage vows. Like, if I'm going to be miserable, I might as well be miserable in comfort, haha. But of course the novel doesn't posit that either. If Fanny had gone to Portsmouth and found her family humble but full of love and wisdom, there'd be a completely different outcome. Or if she went to Portsmouth, realized how much better things were at Mansfield, went back and informed readers that she had been overly sensitive thus far and actually everyone in Mansfield was so kind, and Mrs Norris just misunderstood - then again we'd have a totally different outcome. We get neither. It's just the world the way it is. Being poor comes with challenges and being rich comes with advantages. But happiness isn't a guarantee either way.
Well, I liked Mansfield Park much more than I was expecting to. I'm really shocked by how invested I got when at first I really thought Fanny might be the Austen heroine to finally make me say "enough is enough!" But Austen is too good, I can't hate her characters at all. She's able to give so much depth, or at least familiarity, to every one of them that they're just too human for something as base as hate. I even gave up wishing Fanny would find her voice and just wished she'd find a friend. And in the end, I'd say that IS what she got, even more than a husband - the friendship of her brother and sister and even Sir Thomas, as well as the loss of the anti-friend Mrs Norris. If any Austen heroine ever suffered so much for being alone, it's Fanny Price. That to me is the real source of her final happiness. And since Austen nearly always gives her heroines a sister or a best friend or some trusted confidante, the lack of one in Mansfield Park has to be intentional, and so I don't think Austen would disagree with me.
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Tanjiro knows everyone in his village. Despite his friendly nature and the admiration others have for him, the boy doesn’t have many true friends. His younger siblings are at the age where anyone within a year or two becomes a playmate. In the summer where trips to the village become more frequent they almost always tag along.
They run around while Tanjiro focuses on selling his goods. He’s often too busy to truly talk with those his own age. And while he doesn’t think badly of anyone, couldn’t even get one negative word out of his mouth, other children are focused on more frivolous things. Tanjiro is too busy taking care of his family.
Any downtime he does have is spent at home. It just falls in place that way. That time he spends playing with his siblings. Very rarely is he ever truly alone. Only when Takeo is sick or hurt and can’t join him chopping wood does he become truly solitary.
In the winter it’s quiet. Takeo is quiet but his feet still make the snow shuffle and crack beneath them. The scent of his brother standing nearby is often a comfortable reassurance too. Without him it smells like wet air. Only the occasional thump of Tanjiro’s axe against a tree breaks the silence.
He moves deeper into the forest as the sun rises. The boy isn’t due home for a few more hours and wants to find the best wood possible. Trees deeper within the grove tend to be stronger.
The scents moving around his body begin to thicken. Pine sap and damp earth float over his nose. If he focuses really hard he can detect hibernating creatures.
Thump. The axe hits the base of the tree again.
Behind him the scent of another animal arises. It’s vaguely unfamiliar, but not alarming enough to make him stop working.
Within a few strikes he manages to knock down the current target. The tree is a small thing, sturdy as it is. As the inside reveals itself it looks to be only a decade or two old.
Shrugging the basket off his back, Tanjiro begins to measure out lengths that will fit within the furnace.
So distracted by the task at hand he doesn’t notice the creature creeping up behind him until the stack of wood has been toppled over.
He’s met with the face of a boar, but the body of a man. It takes a few moments to realize the other boy is simply wearing a mask.
While Tanjiro is busy gawking at the newcomer, the boar-boy rushes towards him. Toppling over in the snow a warm chest crashes against his. Breath pushes against his neck.
“What’re you doin’ in my woods?” The words are clear despite the think layer of fur covering his mouth. There’s a gruffness to his voice, nearly a growl.
Tanjiro can’t manage to bring words forward at least the boy pressing down on him somewhat gently. His hands are still free, laying above his head.
Still shocked and staring, Tanjiro’s ear is tugged harshly. “Hey! Can’t you hear me?”
“Y-yea!” He tries to pry the hand off his soft skin.
“Then answer. You’re an intruder!” The red head’s ear is released, so a hand can squish Tanjiro’s cheeks together instead. “Tell me why you’ve invaded my territory.”
“Ish not ‘er land.” With his lips pressed tight he can hardly get any words out.
In further retaliation a fist smacks against his forehead. Of course Tanjiro isn’t hurt (in fact the small tug of his lips suggests the other boy might’ve bruised his hand slightly) but the action is still rather annoying.
“Who dares,” he roars, “Who dares to doubt Inosuke! I’m the king of the forest. This forest! You’re lower than a worm. You’re-“
Tanjiro drowned out the rest the insults. The boy, Inosuke, wasn’t really hurting him, but it was still rather annoying. The snow underneath was starting to sink into his clothes.
Pushing against Inosuke (who was still blabbering loudly about something) Tanjiro has to talk just as loud in hopes of being heard. “Well I’m sorry then! But me and my family have lived here for generations and I didn’t know there was any sort of king.” His tone was threateningly genuine, head cocking slightly to the side as he spoke.
It gave the other boy pause. His angry rant was cut off mid-sentence. “Well then you should introduce me! A king should know his subjects.”
Finally he rolls off of Tanjiro, straightening up. Brushing snow off his haori the boy offers a bright smile. “We should go back now then! My mother’s gotta know if we’re havin’ a guest.”
“Yea! Show me to yer cave minion!” Inosuke seems unbothered by the snow as it melts on his shoulders. Brushing some fingers through the fur on his mask he takes care of the snow there more than the white on his actual skin.
Tanjiro is trying to figure out how serious the other is about his harsh words. It pushes a light chuckle out of him. “I hope you don’t mind lotsa people though. I got 5 siblings! It can be hard to keep their names straight if you don’t know them, so I’ll wait to introduce you until we get there. Are you out here all alone?”
“Course not! I got all sorts of subjects. When yer a king it means everyone listen to you! All the mice and birds and shit do whatever you say.”
Tanjiro’s eyes widen. “Do they really? Oh- but you shouldn’t use such vulgar language around my siblings, they’re a lot younger than us. My mom might pinch your ears if you do.” He smiles wide. His mother can be quite a beast when it comes to keeping them in check.
Inosuke ignores his light admonishing. With his sight focused ahead he looks towards smoke rising in the distance. “Is that where you live? It’s a dumb place to build something. A monster could easily sneak up on you.”
“Oh w-well we don’t really have to worry about things like that.” The boy’s eyes have grown wide. “Do you deal with things like that?”
“Ha! I’ll tell you later, I’m sure you’re whole family will want to hear about my feats.” He puffs out his chest proudly. “I’ve traveled a long way y’know? I bet I know about all kinda of things you haven’t heard of.”
“Right! Well let’s hurry then. I bet my mom’s already finished cleaning.” When he starts running Inosuke outpaces him quickly. The winter air is too harsh against his lungs. With pink cheeks he arrives the front door. The other boy is banging on the door impatiently.
“Ah don’t be so loud! The little ones might still be sleeping. I can let you in myself.” He brushes past Inosuke to open the door.
Inside Nezuko waits just past the opening. “How come you’re making such a racket? Rokuta has been fussy all day and now he’s woken up again.”
“It wasn’t me! I brought a guest. He’s a boy I met while cutting wood in the forest.” Grabbing onto Inosuke’s hand he pulls the boar-man inside.
His friend stands there silently for now. It’s hard to tell where he’s looking or what he’s thinking when his eyes aren’t visible.
“Oh my!” Nezuko is shocked at his wild appearance. “W-why don’t you bring him inside? I’ll help mama with dinner since we have one more to cook for.”
The rest of the house has already noticed his presence. Hanako is pulling on her brother’s arm while they whisper about the “monster” inside.
“Is that really your head?” Shigeru seems horrified at the thought.
Inosuke cackles loudly. “Course not! This mask is a real boar.” To prove his point he proudly pulls is off his head.
Tanjiro is caught off guard. The boy is grinning, with pearly white teeth. His eyes are bright and triumphant. They’re also a beautiful green color, like the moss that grows in the spring. He’s never seen eyes so clear.
The rest of Inosuke’s face lines up perfectly with his eyes. High cheekbones flow into a small rounded chin. His pink lips are pouty even when he smiles. There’s a bit of pudginess that keeps his build from being too harsh.
“Brother brought a girl home!” Hanako immediately marches around the house, declaring the news.
Inosuke cries out, waving his hands in the air, “Who said that? Are you blind? I’m a boy dammit!”
The commotion only lasts for a minute or two. As soon as Inosuke looks like he may act, Kie steps into the room. Her natural state of calm takes immediate affect. Pale eyes, crinkling affectionately, focus on the boy. “Hi there, are you a friend of Tanjiro’s?” Kie’s soft voice is clear over the silence that has befallen the room.
Inosuke looks a little star struck in a way. He stays silent for a few seconds too long until Tanjiro gently pokes his side. He makes a barking sort of noise until he can form proper words. “I’m uh- I’m king of the mountain.” The boy can only muster up a fraction of his excitement from before.
“You must be awfully busy then. I’m glad you made time to visit.” She cups his cheek and smiles. It only last a second before she wipes her hand on her apron and pulls back. “Dinner will be ready soon, I hope you don’t mind the wait.”
When she disappears back into the kitchen the room has settled down. Some of the younger children run after Kie, chattering mindlessly and begging for attention. Nezuko follows her too, so she can help wrangle her siblings and make sure dinner actually gets done.
Tanjiro isn’t really sure what they’re supposed to do now so he gives Inosuke a tour of the house. It’s only four rooms total, with an outhouse right beside the wood storage, but has never felt too small. The living room takes up most of the space right at the entrance of the house. It works too as their dining room with a low table sitting in the middle. Around the floor there’s some stuffed dolls and wood blocks scattered. As they walk through the space Tanjiro picks up the discarded toys.
The pair only peeks into the bedroom. There’s futons lined up neatly in a row though usually they end up pushed together when somebody gets cold or frightened or just wants to be closer. He hadn’t considered if Inosuke would stay the night though that’d probably be the case. After dinner Tanjiro would look through the closet to find some of the nicer blankets.
As a guest he might want a bath too. The boy isn’t filthy but he is a bit dirty, particularly stray sticks and leaves getting caught in the fur that adorns his pants. Their bathroom is simply that, a tiny room that only has a small sliver of space to hold towels besides the tub.
Only the kitchen is left, which neither of the boys go into. The smell of cooking meat and steamed vegetables is starting to escape from the closed door. Inosuke gets a look on his face like he’s about to start drooling.
Tanjiro drags him down to the table and shortly after the majority of his younger siblings are kicked out of the kitchen. There’s still some lingering excitement from having a newcomer, prompting them to sit silently around the boy and listen to him talk.
He responds to any question with excited vigor. At the simplest prompting Inosuke is happy to go on a rant about his life. Tanjiro isn’t sure if everything he says is true. If it is he doesn’t know wether to be amazed or saddened. The boar-man proudly proclaims his animal lineage, patting the mask beside him. He lets Rokuta and Shigeru pet the coarse fur on the head covering.
The conversation flows easily until Nezuko comes in with the first tray of rice. The minute she sets it down Inosuke reaches a very dirty hand right into the bowl. Everyone shouts in a very comical way as he shoves the handful into his mouth.
Tanjiro is ready when he tries to gran another scoop. He interrupts the grabbing hand, and is quick to block the other as well. The boy is nothing if not persistent and they end up wrestling.
After Inosuke nearly topples the rice once more Tanjiro effectively has him pinned. “You have to wait until everyone’s ready to eat!”
“How come?! If it’s here now I should be able to have it.”
Hanako smacks his forehead and is quick to chime in. “Mama worked hard for this so you have to behave. We gotta make sure she can enjoy it too!”
After a few more wiggles Inosuke deflates under Tanjiro’s hold. Even after he’s released the boy stays limp on the ground. He doesn’t look up even when Nezuko brings out the rest of the meal, too busy grumbling.
It’s only when Kie comes in the calm the storm once more that he can be persuaded to sit back up. They have to show him how to clasp his hands together and give proper thanks.
Once he’s finally allowed to eat Inosuke goes right back to shoveling rice into his mouth. Crumbs scatter all over the table and floor. Tanjiro is stuck next to the guest while everyone else makes a wide berth around him. He doesn’t mind the mess or the fact that Inosuke steals half of his plate. It adds to his animal nature but in a cute puppy dog sort of way.
Dinner goes quickly. Perhaps it’s the new guest or how fast he eats the food. Everyone else talks like he’s not there. Which is fair considering anytime someone tries to direct a question towards him the boy answers with a mouthful. Some of his responses are vaguely intelligible, but only the short ones that have enough context to piece together.
Nezuko and Takeo always nod politely but the younger ones don’t know any better so they keep pestering him for the same answers. Hanako is just old enough to understand the flaws in Inosuke’s logic and points out each mistake in his tales.
Kie has to end things once more, prompting her children to focus on discussion amongst each other instead. She even cups Hanako’s face so she’ll stop staring at Inosuke.
Tanjiro expects him to leave a mess, after all there’s rice scattered within a good three feet radius of the table. He works like a vacuum somehow and doesn’t stop tearing at the food until the area is clean. It’s a bit of a miracle although there’s a chance Inosuke ate plently of grime tracked everywhere too. With his rugged appearance that doesn’t seem like it’ll hurt him however.
“Mama, can we do baths tonight?” Tanjiro’s already cleaning up his plates and chopsticks, collecting his friend’s as well. “It’s only a day early, and I want Inosuke-kun to have a good time here.”
“Of course. Why don’t you start fetching the water and I can help boil it. And I’m sure the rest of your siblings have already set up the futons for the night.” She says it with a pointed tone that sends every scrambling towards the bedroom.
Tanjiro laughs at their antics. Inosuke doesn’t seem privy to the intricacies of how a family speaks to each other. He has a wide-eyes look that only dissipates when Tanjiro offers out his hand.
The boar man puts him mask back on and is quick to rush outside. Tanjiro has to go through the motions of putting his scarf and overcoat back on. It takes a while to lace up his boots and by the time he’s outside Inosuke is covered in snow again from running around. The sun is just barely above the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything.
“Aren’t you cold out here with no shirt or anything? I can loan you something if you want.”
“No way! Shirts and people shit like that is way too uncomfortable. It’s dumb!” His voice drifts in and out as he shouts and scrambles around. With each wild step he kicks up snow.
Laughing lightly Tanjiro points east. “We’re going that way. Don’t worry, it’s just a short walk.”
“Course I knew that! I was checking the area for invaders.”
“Well in that case I’m grateful you’re here to help protect me.”
Inosuke flushes, he can only tell because it goes all the way down his neck.
It’s a short walk to the well, built specifically for their household. Tanjiro shows the boy how it works, who seems fascinated by how the water magically appears. Even when he explains that water lies at the bottom there’s no sign of understanding.
“Water comes from streams or ponds or lakes! If it were underground I’d know.”
Finding its best not to argue the other simply sighs. “I’m sure you’re right. Can you help me carry a bucket inside? It’ll go faster with both of us helping.”
Inosuke carries the buckets simply by their handles. He doesn’t complain of any soreness but Tanjiro knows they must be sore. He tries to show the boy how to balance them over his back with a staff, but Inosuke scoffs and lets the pole drop.
He runs back to the house, letting half the water spill in his haste. Tanjiro follows behind a much slower pace. When he gets inside there’s splatters of water all over the floor. He steps carefully around each puddle.
“Thank you Inosuke-kun, I’m glad you’re here to help out.” The boy basks in the attention. His face is covered but it’s not hard to tell he’s smiling.
As Tanjiro sets down the buckets Inosuke is already racing back out the door. It takes him longer in the kitchen, helping to tip the full buckets onto the stove.
Inosuke waits for him back at the well, but that just seems like it’s because he doesn’t know how to refill them. “Do your trick thingy again!” He cries. The boy is surprisingly patient while Tanjiro ties the bucket to the rope and carefully lowers it.
Again it comes up filled with clear cold water. Again the minute Inosuke has both baskets firmly in hand he runs off cackling. They cycle through the act a few times until Kie has enough to fill the bath.
“Whaddo we do now?” Inosuke stands in the middle of the bathroom.
“Oh well you do this part alone. Use the cloth and bucket to wipe off all the dirt and then you can soak for a bit.” There’s steam rising from the water. It’s sure to be a relaxing bath.
“And how do I do that?”
“You just… y’know scrub down with the rag.” He mimics the motion with his hand.
“Agh! Stay here and show me. You’re no good at talkin’.” The boy peels off his mask and fixes Tanjiro with a disgruntled stare.
He pauses briefly. There’s nothing odd about sharing a bath but the thought of sitting right next to Inosuke as they soak flusters him. “O-ok.”
It takes Tanjiro longer to undress. He has several layers that must be peeled off. Inosuke only needs to shuck off his loose pants and is finished. He squats on one of the stools and waits.
“Here turn around. Usually when people bathe together you’re supposed to wash each others backs. It’s supposed to help you bond.” Tanjiro drags another stool nearby and waits.
Inosuke seems paranoid about turning his back on the other boy. “Shit like this is stupid,” he declares. “I can get just as clean bathin’ in the river!”
Tanjiro hums as he dips the rag in lukewarm water and begins to scrub. “Don’t you get cold in the winter though? I can barely stand the ice even when I’m all wrapped up.”
“Ha! I got thick skin from livin’ in the moun’ins. I don’t get cold unless I wanna.”
“I’ve never heard of that, but then again I guess I’ve never met someone who really lived in the wilderness. There’s some hunters down in the village but they still return home often.”
“And that’s what makes me stronger than them. I bet I could beat up any of your phony moun’in men.”
Tipping his head back Tanjiro laughs lightly. “That’d be a sight to see. Here, you do my back now.” Both boys flip around.
“Ah- but don’t go too rough or anything.” It’s like he can already sense Inosuke’s clumsy hands.
“Course I won’t, ‘m not stupid!” Continuing to mutter under his breath the boy tries to mirror the way Tanjiro had scrubbed his back. It’s hard to tell if it’s working where there’s no dirt to actually scrub. He doesn’t understand the point of this but is still happy to participate.
Perhaps picking up on the poorly hidden nerves the redhead speaks again, “Are you sure you haven’t done this before? You’re really good at it.” It’s a partial truth, just enough honesty added so he doesn’t grimace at the thought of lying.
“I’m the best aren’t I? You’re probably the cleanest you’ve ever been right now.”
Tanjiro laughs. “That’d be impressive! If you’d like it’s probably fine for us to get in the bath now.”
Inosuke takes that as a sign to immediately drop his rag and climb in. It’s more of a jump though really, sending some waves that crash over the edges of the tub. “Ha, It’s hot! How’d that happen?” He waves his fingers under the water as if he can catch the heat.
The other boy steps in much slower. The warmth is a bit of a shock, especially after being in the cold all day. Immediately it paints his skin in a reddish tone. “It’s nice though right?”
“Mm it’s hot!” It’s not a confirmation either way but Inosuke seems pleased with the temperature. Soon enough his skin too is flushed.
Their pink knees touch in the small tub. Inosuke continues to splash around a bit while Tanjiro simply soaks. His eyes crinkle in amusement.
“And you do this every night?”
“Oh no! Only once or twice a week. Usually we just wash up briefly the rest of the time.”
“Huh, well if I hadda bath like this one I’d soak every night! You’re dumb for not doin’ that.”
“It’s a lot of work. I don’t like making mama do more than she has to.”
Inosuke nods in understanding. Even when simply mentioned he still seems rather entranced by Kie. “I’ll start doin’ it then. You can show me how you’re uh, tover works and let me use it to take hot baths every night… And I might let you join too sometimes.” He mumbles the last bit, looking down at his legs.
Tanjiro feels warmth spread within his chest, confusion clouds it though. “Tover? What’s that?”
“Y’know the- fire thingy on the table.”
“Stove?”
“That’s what I said! Stofe!”
The redhead laughs. “St-oh-vuh. Say it like that.”
“Stofe!”
Tanjiro opens his mouth wide, hoping it’ll make his pronunciation more clear. “Stove.”
Angered by the incessant nagging Inosuke’s hand slaps over the other boy’s mouth. “I’m saying it right! Stofe. Stofe stofe stofe!”
Trying a tactic often used on his siblings the boy licks the hand covering his lips. Usually the offender would jerk away and complain but Inosuke just grins.
“Ha, something that weak won’t bother me. You’ll have a try harder.”
Which he does. Tanjiro grabs the boy’s wrist and tries to wrench it off. It’s not surprise that it’s a hard task, looking at the muscles on him. Even with all his strength he can only peel back the fingers one at a time before they snap back over his face.
As their tussle gets more intense water is sent splashing over the sides of the tub. Tanjiro would’ve backed off long ago but Inosuke seems intent on covering his mouth even if the other seemingly gives up.
He rests for a moment before trying to give one last good attempt. Tanjiro springs upwards to grab at the boy. It’s a good jump that catches him off guard. As he settles on top of Inosuke the hand finally rips off his face.
The heat of the bath alongside the brief tussle leaves his chest heaving. They lean close together within the small tub. Inosuke is so close to him.
There’s a knock at the door. “Nee-san! I don’t wanna take a cold bath.” Takeo’s voice is muffled through the doorway. When there’s no response he knocks on the door, shouting louder, “Hurry up!”
Tanjiro sits back up. “We’re almost done.” Inosuke’s face is an even brighter red. They don’t acknowledge their closeness, just climbing out and pulling towels over their hips.
In a mixture of embarrassment and an unusual burst of anger (it’ll disappear in a moment) he rushes out the door quickly. “Be more patient,” he scolds. It’s spoken boldly but not in a yell. Though it’s the most outspoken he usually gets.
Instead of wilting Takeo just laughs. “Somebody wanted aloooone time.” Immediately after the rest of his siblings join in.
“Mama!” Tanjiro isn’t sure what else to do, he feels put on the spot. He shouldn’t be flustered but something grows inside his chest. “Mama they’re bugging the guest.”
“I’m not bugged!” Inosuke comes out with the towel barely clinging to him. It’s no surprise when it drops. Everyone squeals before running. It sets something off within him, some sort of predator instinct born from living in the wild, and the boy sets chase. Tanjiro has to then join the commotion, holding desperately to the towel around his waist.
It’s quite the sight when Kie finally does emerge from the bedroom.
#kny#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#inosuke#inosuke hashibira#tanjiro#tanjiro kamado#inotan#inosuke x tanjirou#tanjirou#non-slayer au
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Breaking down my tlm aus that ive been focusing on the most lately because i need to blabber more
oni emmet: this one's a ninjago au, it mostly centers around emmet, wyldstyle, and benny but metalbeard, gcbc, and mayhem are there often as well. Basically, rex is emmet's twin in this au and he and the other oni are planning on destroying ninjago. emmet doesn't want this, so he finds a way to get to ninjago so that he can find a way to stop the invasion. he meets benny, a well-known but eccentric inventor who works under cyrus borg, and wyldstyle, the valiant and cool headed leader of a biker gang with a massive crush on up and coming model mayhem, who just so happens to be her friend and just so happens to not know about the biker gang (also theyre both painfully oblivious, the lesbian curse lives on). together they do a bunch of stupid shit (mostly to hide the fact that emmet is an oni) but theyre trying their best to not let the entire continent die, rooting for em. also in terms of the other minor characters, mayhem is an aspiring model who's been friends with wyldstyle since they met at a clothing store 3 years ago. she's like painfully in love with lucy and considers her very dependable, trustworthy, cool, and pretty. gcbc are a security guard at borg tower and benny's closest confidant (take this as romantic or platonic if you wish it isnt explicit in either direction). they were fast friends after gcbc was hired at borg tower and they usually eat lunch together on work days. finally, metalbeard is a dragon. he's a dragon. im could elaborate on this further but im leaving it at he's a dragon. also also the ninja still exist here but this au is a little canon divergent (it's mostly because I axed some of the minor character elemental masters because i wanted to give their powers to other people)
cape space: this one is a lot simpler, and it's specialspacecops centric (starts as purely coppernauts tho). it's kinda a crack au but basically benny is a super famous aerospace engineer in Cape Space, gcbc are his personal guards turned husbands. emmet moved to cape space because his firm offered him a pretty sick gig helping manufacture rocket parts in Cape Space, however he was not aware that the designer of said rockets and his husbands would take a liking to him and bother him constantly (he warms up to it...eventually).
florist emmet: my child. my beloved au. the one that i pin to my wall and light candles under. im planning on maybeee writing a fic on this so i wont give too much aside from the basic summary away but emmet and the gang live in a quiet seaside town (think like everyone knows everyone) named bricksville where emmet works as a florist. however, this all changes when the foreboding mr. business comes to town and tries to overrun the local economy with his corporate conglomerates. everyone in the town needs to work together to find a way to get mr Business out of their town before their businesses go belly up! the cast is much larger in this one and includes cowtaur emmet, unikitty, owl gcbc, the carpenter bees (jenny benny and denny), albatross metalbeard, weasel vitruvius, dog wyldstyle, and butterfly mayhem (ill give individual details about characters if asked but if i gave them all we'd be here for a while)
merge au: it's literally just the merge in ninjago but if tlm was one of the realms. i can elaborate more but much of it self explanatory (this one is also more canon compliant than oni emmet)
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☆\\ Where I'd take AoT characters on a date IRL HCs:
(may or may not have based these off of places I’ve been to before and things I've done. also every one of these are to be assumed to be over the age of 21)
↓ Marco, Armin, Sasha, Eren, Levi, & Hange ↓
➳ Marco
➤ I’d take him bowling
➤ he’d be very adamant to pay for everything
➤ he'd spend a lot of time trying to find the perfect ball
➤ offers to help me after my 5th gutter ball in a row, even though he’s not very good at it either
➤ with his help, I'm able to hit the pins at least and when I look back at him with a big smile after knocking down 2 pins, “Marco!! Did you see that?! You helped me do that!!” - he would get so nervous and bashful
➤ when he ends up getting an accidental strike, I’d give him a very enthusiastic kiss on the cheek
➤ His face is beet red for the rest of the night. (just imagine those freckles, I'm crying)
➤ neither of us break 100 points but we laugh about it anyways and applaud each other for trying
➤ we'd spend some time in the attached arcade after our lane time is up
➤ he's not very fond of the violent games but he did indulge me with one Mortal Kombat game in which I won purely by being the better button masher
➤ he has a lot of fun with the strategic games though, and even ends up winning enough tickets to get that massive plushy hanging off the wall behind the prize counter that I've been staring at the whole time
➤ afterwards we'd go get greasy food and milkshakes at the diner in town, 90s grunge music plays in the background
➤ I sneak my debit card to the waitress to pay when he's not looking
➳ Armin
➤ I'd take him to an aquarium
➤ he absolutely info dumps on every creature we see
➤ he refuses to let go of my hand the whole time as we walk
➤ at one point he just wants to sit at a bench and stare up at one of the largeest tanks in the building, and we do in comfortable silence
➤ he laughs at my enthusiastic behavior when it’s time to see the sharks and penguins
➤ a kid comes bounding up next to us and starts blabbering about how pretty the fishies are and Armin will lean down and start pointing to specific ones and informs the very wide-eyed child of what they are
➤ I'd watch him with heart eyes the whole time he spoke
➤ I buy him a little stuffed octopus from the gift shop (that his bed is never seen without after this)
➤ he gifts me a small necklace with a little silver conch shell, his face is SO pink
➤ “I-I got you s-something too.”
➤ we’d take a walk down in the park next to the aquarium which just so happens to be by a river
➤ the sun is just starting to set so oranges and pinks are dusting the sky and reflecting off the calm water
➤ we get an ice cream cone from a vendor off the path
➤ I’d get cotton candy whereas Armin finds delight in sea salted caramel
➤ still holding hands of course, and if I pull away for anything, even to get a napkin out of my purse, he whines
➤ the night ends with some stargazing on the dewy grass of the park, both of our arms pointed to the sky as we talk about the stars, our hopes, our dreams, and everything in between
➳ Sasha
➤ I'd take her out to a Brazilian Steakhouse
➤ she'd never heard of them before so the moment I told her the concept of the restaurant, she already had drool down her face
➤ she makes the cost absolutely worth it because she packs away so much meat
➤ We would laugh the whole meal because we'd talk about our favorite weekly memes that popped up on our social medias
➤ we’d go axe throwing after dinner to blow off some steam, which is just a short walk from the restaurant since we’re downtown
➤ she’s getting a couple bullseyes (not a lot though, they’re mainly accidental) and doesn’t hold back her laughter when I utterly fail at even getting the axe to stick
➤ when I do manage to hit the wood and it sticks, she’s screaming so loudly in praise that the people next to us are eyeing us with dirty looks
➤ on the way back to the car, we run across one of those city fountains that spray water straight up from the ground (like for kids but more elegant) and out of pure mischief I shove her straight into a water stream getting her soaked
➤ she pulls me in and then we’re chasing each other through the water while screaming in laughter
➤ we’re dripping wet by the time we make it back to the car but luckily, I come prepared for anything
➤ it’s 11pm by the time we end up finishing our shenanigans
➤ “Taco Bell??” “Fuck yeah.”
➤ our stomachs are so sore from laughing so much
➳ Eren
➤ I’d take him to a rage room
➤ I’m not surprised to see how much pent-up aggression he needed to let out, but he is surprised by mine
➤ everything in the room has no mercy between the two of us
➤ once he’s over the initial shock of “smol but angy”, we’re both cackling like maniacs as we beat the shit out of the car sitting in the center of the room
➤ “Is that all you got!?” “Not in the slightest, Jaeger, watch this!!”
➤ Eren pays for another 30 minutes us because we’re just having so much fun
➤ the room is a chaotic mess by the end of it
➤ when we’re done with that, we’d grab dinner at a pub just down the street
➤ drinks will be had, him a beer and me a fancy ass cocktail that’s stronger than his by a landslide
➤ we’d be having loud drunken conversations about something stupid, probably work related
➤ his cheeks are just so flushed as he stares at me rambling about something going on in the world
➤ “What are you looking at?” “Nothing of importance.” He smirks. “Fuck you.”
➤ he plays the loudest death metal I have ever heard on the way home
➳ Levi
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➤ I'd take him home (hear me out)
➤ we'd make a home cooked meal together, something cozy and comforting
➤ maybe it's a recipe that his mom loved to make for him
➤ there’s soft lo-fi jazz playing in the background and the sun is setting just outside the kitchen window
➤ he loves to cook, like me, so we'd work well in the kitchen together.
➤ it takes longer than the recipe states because I'm slow as fuck when it comes to moving around in the kitchen but he would be so patient with me (not without his dry retorts though and me shooting daggers at him, all in light fun)
➤ “Those potatoes could peel themselves faster than you.” “Shut up.”
➤ When chopping onions, I'd be a puffy-eyed mess but he wouldn't even bat an eye
➤ matter of fact, his knife work is impeccable, and I’d have him on cutting duty
➤ eating together consists of comfortable silence and meaningful stares
➤ after dinner, he'd demand that I go sit while he handwashes all of the dishes as well as wipe down all of the counters (which I do without complaints though I still ask “Are you sure you don’t want help?”)
➤ when he's done, he'll come over with some dessert tea and we'll watch a movie or show together snuggled up on the couch
➤ sleepy forehead kisses as I nod off and he stays up half paying attention to the movie
➳ Hange
➤ I'd take them to a science museum center
➤ it's one of those interactive museums with the water features and outdoor activities
➤ Hange gets so giddy at the chemistry section
➤ they’d spend an ungodly amount of time at the physics station
➤ the system they made with the gears and tools provided is way too complex for me to understand but I am proud of them nonetheless
➤ even though most of the science discovery museums are catered to children, they are the most excited and happy one there
➤ there was a moment where they almost pushed a kid aside to gawk at something, but I grabbed their arm in time
➤ I’d have to physically stop them from buying everything at the giftshop
➤ we’d get pizza for lunch (a little Unspoken Words might have made its way in this)
➤ Hange is rambling on about some sort of experiment they would have made had the science center had the resources, a wicked gleam in their eyes as they talk
➤ “I’m just saying, if they ditched the construction paper and used real, raw materials, it would be even better.” “Hange, that’s not safe for kids.” “Who said it would be for the kids?”
➤ we’d go for a drive around town for a while with the windows down and music is cranked as high as possible as the sun sets in the rearview mirror
➤ the shared playlist we made makes no fucking sense
#i have more that i started on but decided to not add because they weren't as fleshed out as I would have liked#aot hcs#attack on titan#attack on titan headcanons#shingeki no kyojin#snk#marco bodt#armin arlert#sasha braus#eren yeager#levi ackerman#hange zoe#i think this warmed my soul actually#forever crying over marco#usertorichi
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Step Aside
In which- Wilburs excited to see the Front Bottoms play, but you aren't so thrilled to be crowded in.
A/n: I'm pretty sure I recall the front bottoms playing at shaky knees and I got a real quick idea.
Chapter info: slight panic attack, crowded place, swearing, unnoticed anxiety (brief)
Pronouns: None (You/Yours)
Masterlist:
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Wilbur didn't notice your increasing nervousness of being in a crowded area, to excited to see the Front Bottoms playing live, jumping around with his bandmates. You were previously squished up against his side, but now you had your phone out ready to text him telling him you were going to the bathroom.
He didn't realise you were starting to walk off until Joe tapped on his shoulder and pointed towards your distancing figure.
"Will? Bud? Y/n is over there. Go see what's happening for us, yeah?" Joe pointed out.
He looked over and saw you turning a corner, and that's when he started to rush towards you.
"Excuse me, sorry. Please move-" he trailed off, finally reaching your form, stopped when you heard his all-too-familiar short breaths, noted from when he gets scared of worried.
"Darling?" He whispered loud enough to not scare you, but also to not alert other people attending the festival.
You held out your arms on either side so he could wrap his arms around you, and that he did. He held you tight but not too tight, and kissed the back of your head to calm you, feeling your rushing breaths.
"Sweet? Match my breathing for me, please?" He spoke frantically, your breathing becoming more sparse and stuttered.
In, one. Hold, two. Out, three. Hold, four.
Ultimately calming down, you twist in his loose hold and bury your face in his neck, your slow tears falling down his shoulder.
You've never been good with crowded spaces your entire life. People think it's irrational: "How stupid? How are you going to do normal things?" One person stated. "Fucking pussy. Get over yourself," A kid in your school stated. The bullying got worse as you kept speaking about it to your close friends, your so-called trustworthy friends shared the secret. Your family also didn't help. They put you in Summer camps, made you do the shopping each week, made you do many activities that required you to be social, supposedly trying to cure your fear. You somewhat got over your fear, but this festival just broke down that barrier.
You broke away from the hug and went to sit down against a border near the edge of the festival, a few people scattered around but not too many to overwhelm you, him following you like a lost puppy to sit with you.
"Wil, you can go back over to the band. I don't mind. I'll stay here." Bu the denied everything.
"I've let them know I'm over here so I'll stay with you just to make sure you're okay."
You smiled and looked over to Wilbur to watch him jump along and sing along. He doesn't like festivals that much, much like you, but you loved how he was enjoying it so much, and it made you fall harder with each song that passed.
Your favourite song started playing but it didn't register in your head as you were too busy looking at your boyfriend jamming to one of his favourite bands. Once he looked at you and smiled, bobbing his head to the music, a large smile plastered on his face, did you realise it was your favourite song.
You soon got over the almost panic attack, and started enjoying yourself a bit more, however you were still at Wilbur's side listening to the various songs playing.
But everything came to an end eventually and once everyone was collected (after being hunted down by Ash) and back in the van, did you finally sit down and fully relax. You'd changed into warm, over-sized clothes from your boyfriend and laid down next to him in his small bunk, scrolling through your messages, winding down for the night. Little did you know, he was watching your smile appear on your face everytime you read the words "I love you" in a message.
"Are you having a happy session at the moment, Love?" He snapped you out of your thoughts.
"...no" You said mischievously, being incredibly obvious as it was a lie.
He threw his arm across your waist, taking your phone and pushing it under his pillow along with his, and snuggled his face into your shoulder.
"Wil, you can't fall asleep before me," You joked, but he grumbled and pushed his face harder against your shoulder.
"Don't get all pouty, I'm sorry. you can go to sleep."
And you watched him fall asleep, listened to his sleepy noises, and felt him relax into your touch as he got increasingly tired, leading you into a deep sleep.
#wilbur soot#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot fluff#wilbur x reader#lovejoy#shaky knees festival#wilbur#ax blabbers#Ash kabosu#Joe Goldsmith#Will gold#lvjy#marl boardman#fluff
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phil said on stream that techno’s original plan was to have c!phil betray c!techno, and it’s all i can think of.
His breath fogged up into the open air of the tundra, axe dripping with blood… too many people to keep track of.. Tubbo, Quackity, Fundy…. Tommy’s… one thing about living things, they all bleed.
As soon as he stepped into the warmth of his cabin, he tensed. He knew someone else was in the room with him.
“You can’t… you can’t keep doing this, Tech.”
Technoblade scoffed, using his cape to clean the blood off his axe, grumbling slightly as a piece of it chipped off, crumbling into nothing as he set it down.
“You know why I have to do this, Phil.” Techno answers, finally lifting his head to make eye contact, and he has to suppress the full body shiver that takes over him.
Because Phil has never look at him like that, he’s dragged the blonde across Hypixal, even taking over the entirety of the world in another long forgotten server, but never had Phil looked at him like he is now.
Like he’s finally seeing the thing everyone has warned him about, there’s guilt and shame swirling within the blue, but most notably is the sternness in the look. It throws the hybrid off.
Techno has seen that look on Phil’s face before, but usually it was before Phil plunged his sword through the chests of his enemies.
Techno grabs his axe, barely able to slice through the arrow that was released by the crossbow hidden in Phil’s robes.
Techno looks at Phil.
Someone he once viewed as his best friend, the only thing in this miserable life worth something.
Once, Techno said the words “for you, Phil? The world.”
And he meant it. He put his full trust into the other, and now he’s paying for it with a sword in his back and his friends teary eyes in his face.
“I’m sorry.” Phil says as he holds his friends face in his hands. “She’ll take care of you. She’s actually kind of excited to see you.” The blonde man is just blabbering now, trying anything to make the guilt crawling up his spine disappear.
He gets a grunt in return, it’s enough to make him laugh as he gently runs his fingers through long pink hair.
Giggles turn into sobs again when he realizes that his chest had stopped moving, and that his best friend had stopped responding a while ago.
#dsmp#technoblade#philza#philza minecraft#dsmp lore#emerald duo#does this make sense?#probably not#but yet again#my brain won’t shut up
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My headcanons on dwarves and gender
1. I don't think gender exists as binary in dwarvish society. They don't actually have term for male and female; they have terms for who can bear children and nurse children and who can not.
2. There is not much sexual dimorphism in body structure of dwarves just difference in genitals. Every dwarf has mammary glands but they only function on the child bearers till the baby dwarves are in their nursing age.
3. It has effected their society a lot,they don't have any gender based division or discrimination as they just don't see themselves as separate gender or entity. They nurture their pregnant ones but anyone who wants to anything are allowed to do whatever they want.
'Females' wanting to run around swinging axes - go for it
'Females' wanting to mines for days - Absolutely yes
'Males' wanting to cook and coddle children - yes,why it is even a question
4. They find gender conformity and gender based segregation a very strange concept. They don't leave their mountains often so,they can witness such things but when they do they're just confused. Some are just too busy doing their work that they don't even pay attention to these.
5. They find trans stuff Absolutely ridiculous because according to them why even separate yourself into 2 entity of a same kind in the first place. Some they're understanding and most of all see it as pitiful flaw of social construct that one has go through so much pain just to express themselves.
"Just wear that damned skirt if you want to" - probably some dwarf who got tired of some trans person blabbering about how she can't wear a skirt because she's seen as a man and society will look down upon her.
Will expand on it later ...
If you want to expand on it you're free to do it 😊
#headcanonsss#in that case in hobbit some where female dwarves in comapany#who?#guess#lotr#the lord of the rings#lord of the rings#silmarillion#the hobbit#hobbit#tolkien#tolkien lore
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Tell me more about your OC with Starscream. <3
Ahhh there’s so much I could share but I’m unsure of what to share since her story changes depending on the iteration haha—
More under cut
I guess I could talk about tfp the most and tfa :3
In tfp Aero meets Starscream during his “neutral” era when he doesn’t have a t-cog. She quite literally stumbles upon him, it’s a miracle she’s alive lol. The only reason she lived was because of the fact she offered to bandaide him. He had dings and minor injuries and she offered shelter and a patchwork in return for him not killing her.
Of coarse he hated accepting aide, his pride and ego screaming in protest but eventually they grew to be friends. He talked about the war, his home, and much more opening up slowly. And she pestered him with her blabbering on whatever was on her mind. Her bubbly demeanor is quite literally a mask to hide her true thoughts, feelings, and intent.
She can and would go on for hours taking about her likes and interests while listening to his even if some of his were quite deranged.
Personality wise, she’s just a version of myself, of a version I wish I could be. She’s an avid gamer, loves dancing, music, surfing, skating, snowboarding. She’d jump off a cliff for fun. That kind of person. Very yolo and wants to at least die having fun. She’s good with a knife and an axe heh.
Her quips can be quite dark too, she has quite dark sense if humor despite her initial disposition which throws a lot of people off. She finds it quite humorous.
Fav music genres are grunge, metal, alt, rock. Though she will listen to pop. Never country tho. If she plays country that’s an sos!!
Over time though Aero eventually gets into a situation with screamer where he’s hurt and she can’t fix him like it’s just out of her hands. She can either rat him out to Megs or Attempt to contact the autobots. She chooses the autobots ofc because at least they won’t kill a pow right? Like the way screamer described them just made her feel as if they wouldn’t because of prime. If prime wasn’t there she probably wouldn’t have outrightly trusted them as much. Just because they are autobots and have more respect/sympathy for another bots life doesn’t mean an author probably hasn’t killed a con on sight before in the past ya know.
She uses a voice mod to sound like screamer and basically pulls a story out her ass saying “I’m injured come fix me or I’ll kill this random human hostage.” And when they arrive at the coordinates they find him basically unconscious and her just there sitting 😂 and she’s like well you can’t leave me help me get home yall. So they ofc take her back with them. But she’s very stand offish, doesn’t talk, refuses to explain how tf she got herself into a hostage situation with him and instead asks a lot of questions like “is he gunna be ok? How long until he’s better. You guys are gunna fix him and let him go as per the agreement right” which prompts a few to think of maybe it’s Stockholm’s??? M
And eventually when he comes to he’s very very confused and like how TF did I get here where’s the human? And that’s when she has some waterworks and it’s revealed they were buddies and she lied and basically made him a prisoner to save his life Oofa—
And everyone just wide eyes her and him and is like oh well — you can’t be his bff he’s a war criminal and she pulls the so are you out her ass and YEAH.
She’s like idgaf about ur issues, yall an alien race that’s had a civil war this long and somehow haven’t talked it out or hashed it out yet not my problem. I can look past war crimes of the past if he ain’t committing them actively rn. Imma treat yall with the same basic level of respect and kindness until given a reason not to. But the only reasons she’s genuinely kind to him is cause at least he was honest about his ick intentions to the human race her ect ect. Which says a lot cause Starscream is a pathological liar and even if his initial imma kill you shit was meant for intimidation AT least he was honest about it.
She deadass raised and eyebrow and said bet, I’d like to see you try and if you do oh well. She lives out of spite and the motto “there is nothing you can do that I haven’t already done to myself”
Ok that was alot of rambling I hope you enjoy haha
Tfa Starscream and her deadass Met after he died and came back to life with the alspark frag and she kept him as a pet head for a bit cause I thought it’d be funny if he was body less and she helped him find his body 😂😂😂that’s there goofy story.
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hello! this is the tertiary blog to @ax-y10. if this the blog that you see before the one mentioned above, i will introduce myself and what i plan to do with this blog below, as well as a few links.
who am i?
i don't like my birthname, as well as the things associated with it and my past mistakes i brought along with it, so what i would like you to call me is ax. please don't call me anything else, it annoys me when my friends do it, so i would rather people on the internet didn't call me "ex" or "axel".
i am in highschool. yes, i am a youngen, but so is a lot of the dsmp/qsmp/wilbur soot community, which is what i associate with and will post about (as well as ycgma, but that is wilbur, so shh).
my pronouns are she/they, but i don't mind what pronouns you use for me, as it doesn't really affect me. However, i feel more comfortable with she/they.
what i will/won't post:
i am part of the dsmp/qsmp and wilbur soot community, so i will definitely be posting about them. i will not be posting nsfw content, but the occasional suggestive joke may be passed around. more detailed info below.
dsmp/qsmp:
i will post less about these, because they are discussed more so on my main blog, but the occasional mention will appear on this blog.
wilbur soot community:
this blog was created to write a your city gave me asthma fanfiction project that i would like to work on, but i will definitely be discussing this subject more on this blog, but my main blog has much more info on this. i will post about anything wilbur related, like argbur, ghostbur, any bursona essentially, and ycgma/lovejoy, and anything else he relates with
sfw/nsfw:
i will not write any outright nsfw, however there will be the occasional suggestive joke between my mutuals and i on here. sfw, on the other hand, will be the primary source of posts, after my ycgma fic.
requesting? here's the info:
again, this blog was created for the sole purpose of writing a your city gave me asthma fic series, but you will be able to request little short blurbs that relate back to the topic of the ycgma fanfiction i'll be writing. any other requests go to my main blog (listed above and below)
rules here:
- don't request smut or nsfw, otherwise I'll ignore it.
- please respect wilbur's and anyone else's (if you choose to add someone) boundaries when requesting for something
- i will only be writing for ycgma and other wilbur related concepts along the ycgma topic
- when requesting, please specify who you want to have written (must be wilbur and, if you wish, someone else), what genre you want it to be (angst, fluff, hurt/comfort etc.) and the summary of what you want written
links here:
masterlist
wilbur quotes
masterlist (@ax-y10)
tags i'll use:
#ax blabbers
#ax reblogs
(these are the same on my main blog)
accounts:
main blog: @ax-y10
secondary blog: @ax-spams
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Wyllvember Day 23: Class Swap
A/N: And the final week of Wyllvember is here! As well as finals, but hopefully I should still be on schedule for all this. Personnaly, I always headcannoned that after losing his warlock powers, Wyll became a fighter. Maybe 17 year old Wyll would have become a paladin instead, but the Wyll we travel with and know and love, with his views on the celestials, he probably would avoid anything that would bind him to a greater power. The other option would be a Bard, but only if he became Archduke. Anyways, enough of my blabbering. Prompts: @sagscrib, additionaly tags: @commander-yinello
WC: 763
Before Wyll made a pact with Mizora and was granted magical powers beyond what this world had to offer without extensive study, he was a fighter, or at least that was what his father always told him. And he supposes that was true. He always fought for what he believed to be right, he fought to protect, to survive. And although when he was little he would always proclaim himself a shining paladin, he knew now his father’s words rang true, as they often did.
When his pact was abolished, his powers didn’t wane, but he could feel a change within himself. There was almost a stunt on his ability to improve, and though the others’ progress also seemed to trickle to a stop, he suspected it was due to different reasons than his own. Karlach would overheat, Shadowheart was grappling with her faith, Gale had a delicate bomb in his chest that required extreme caution, Asatrion didn’t have prowl in the shadows as much anymore, and Lae’zel was training less in favour of seeking information about Orpheus and Vlaakith. His reasons were purely because Mizora didn’t want him to better himself when he was no longer on her leash. And although he supposed that was a good thing, he was still worried.
Despite his diligence in keeping himself adept with a sword, he wasn’t oblivious to the fact he often relied more heavily on his incantations than he did on his body. And although he was still above average when it came to wielding steel, he knew he wasn’t as good as seven years ago, and that knowledge riddled him with doubt. Would he be able to help those that need it with such meagre skills? Would he be able to still fight without his companions fearing for his safety? Would he be a liability? The whispers of doubt were faint, but gaining strength as the reality of his future after the defeat of the Netherbrain and its Grand Design began to settle in. But he steeled himself, pushing those thoughts away, focusing instead on what was truly important, and that was the fight ahead. Although…
A few nights before they were to fight the monstrosity, he approached Withers. He hadn’t really talked to him, only once after Astarion had a rather unfortunate encounter with deep water. A shiver went down his spine then, when their eyes met, as if the bony being knew everything about him, future and past. That was enough for him to keep his distance. But he supposed this was more important than his fears.
When he gave the skeleton the sum, they lifted a finger, slowly, as if debating something, before decisively jamming it into his chest. What transpired after was… both amazing and terrifying. Entire experiences, training grounds, weapons he had never hel before flashed before his eyes. One moment he was picking up a rapier, the next he was holding an axe as he leaped at a dummy, and then the next he was rolling and jumping through an obstacle course. There were bits here and there from his own experiences as well, flashes of eldritch blasts and the black and white images of underground caves, but the physical drills far outnumbered those seconds of momentary reprieve from the forced onslaught of instincts and skillsets his mind and body were forced to comprehend.
When it was finally over, he blinked and Withers was once again simply lookingat him, his hand by his side once more. Wyll looked around, wondering how long he was out of it, but it seemed like time had stopped while his synapses were being forced to retain new knowledge. Gale was still holding the tasting spoon to his lips, Astarion was still uncorking a bottle, Karlach just landed from one of her dancing leaps. He had a feeling that the mysterious mummy wouldn’t stick around after the threat of the Absolute was no more, and before that he would likely remain as tight-lipped as ever, and although he was glad to not have the headache of trying to figure what exactly he was, he still couldn’t help but wonder what kind of power, and from where, was granted to this ancient being to be able to change years of training and muscle memory in the blink of an eye.
And as the Blade of Avernus returned to his corner, fiendish powers far lesser and muscles far more defined and dexterous, he couldn’t help but be glad that the old as the dirt Withers crawled out of that tomb when he did.
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Breaks my heart that reader is going through hell alone but is still worried about everyone else being ok🥺 I hope that idiot Luke gets what he deserves soon and she can finally be happy with her new little family.
Sorry for the blabbering but ASH has me hooked! Thank you for sharing your beautiful work with us!💖
yeah she’s got quite a big burden on her back 🥺 in my head Tommy and Maria would axe Luke’s ass so quick if they knew, and reader knows that which is why she’s so worried: they will indeed throw his ass out and it’d affect everyone.
her relationship with Joel and Ellie…everything is only just in the beginning stages and already she’s close to them imagine where it only goes from this point on!
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