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@nekonaps0 a deals a deal
When desperation comes to shove
I Became The Villains Mother!
#SYNOPSIS. You’ve been isekai as the villains mother!
#WARNING(S). Implications of undesired affection
#CHARACTER(S). Duke Kassius Chade, Ain Chade
The teacup trembled against its saucer as Ian’s laughter—warm and bright only moments ago—froze mid-air. His small fingers, sticky with jam, curled protectively around mine beneath the garden table. Sunlight dappled through the wisteria, but the warmth vanished as Kassius’ shadow fell across the rosebushes. “ Father," Ian said, voice brittle as winter twigs. "What are you doing here? Don’t you have petitioners waiting?"
Kassius smiled, a slow unfurling of lips that didn’t touch his eyes. He settled into the wrought-iron chair opposite of us, the legs scraping like knives on stone. "Can’t a husband," he murmured, pouring himself tea without invitation, "cherish time with his family?" The word ‘cherish’ slithered through the air, heavy with unspoken edges. Ian’s knuckles whitened around his spoon; the boy’s gaze hardened into glacial flint.
They sparred in clipped syllables—Ian’s polite inquiries about estate ledgers met with Kassius’ languid observations on Ian’s ‘growing impudence ‘
You kept your eyes fixed on the wilting violets in the centerpiece, throat tight. Every word felt like a trapdoor beneath your feet. The Duke had come— uninvited to your cherished time with the only comfort you know in this stifling manor. When the butler’s discreet cough announced the tutor’s arrival, the reprieve ended— your cherished time with your dear stepson had come to an end.
Ian didn’t move. His small frame remained rigidly planted beside my chair, knuckles pale where they gripped the wrought iron. Kassius traced the rim of his teacup with one finger, a predator savoring hesitation; "Run along, boy," he murmured, velvet over steel. "Your mother and I require... privacy “ The pause lingered like a blade unsheathed.
You forced your lips into a curve that felt brittle as dried petals. "Go, darling," you whispered, brushing a crumb from Ian’s sleeve. Your fingers trembled against the fine wool, “ As your father’s heir, you should behave as such“ Ian’s gaze flickered between us—suspicion warring with reluctant obedience—before he bowed stiffly and retreated. His footsteps echoed too loudly on the gravel path, each one a hammer blow to your composure.
Silence pooled thickly between you and Kassius, broken only by the distant chirp of sparrows. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the iron table, and the predatory stillness in his posture made the teacup rattle against the saucer again.
“You soothe him so effortlessly now,” Kassius observed, his voice a low hum that vibrated in the hollow of my chest. His dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, traced the path Ian had taken. “Yet you flinch when I enter a room.” He lifted his own cup, sipping slowly, never breaking his gaze, “ Is your kindness only reserved for my son? “ The question hung, weighted with a dangerous curiosity. Sunlight caught the silver threads in his doublet, making him look less like a nobleman and more like a coiled serpent basking on cold stone.
You clutched the fragile porcelain tighter, focusing on the intricate pattern painted on the cup, “Children require gentleness, my lord,” You managed, the words thin and unconvincing even to your own ears, “ Ian is… young” A bead of sweat traced a path down your spine beneath the heavy silk of your gown. The scent of roses suddenly felt cloying, suffocating.
Kassius chuckle was a low rumble, devoid of true amusement. He set his cup down with deliberate softness, the sound unnervingly precise, “Young,” he echoed, tilting his head. His gaze, sharp and unnervingly perceptive, swept over your face, lingering on the tremor in your hands. “And I, Wife? Am I too old for such tenderness?” He leaned forward fractionally, invading the scant space between yourselves.
His voice dropped to a murmur barely above the rustle of leaves, “ Neglect is a poor mantle for a Duke to wear. Perhaps it’s time I shed it. Devotion... marital duties... they require a certain... proximity, wouldn't you agree?" His unblinking stare held yours, stripping away the pretense of the garden, the teacups, the wilting violets.
A sparrow landed on the gravel path where Ian had stood, pecking at invisible crumbs. You watched it, desperate for any anchor.
“ Yes, My lord “
there is an IMAGE in my HEAD and i cannot DRAW IT. hatred and rage.
there is a CONVERSATION in my HEAD and I cannot WRITE IT. rage and hatred
there is a VIDEO in my HEAD And i cannot ANIMATE IT. hage and ratred
There is a GAME in my HEAD and I cannot CODE IT. Ratred and hage.
there is a SONG in my HEAD and I cannot COMPOSE IT. haged and rate.
there is a MOVIE in my HEAD and i cannot FILM IT. raged and hate
The Prefect doing a side hustle during the Games where they sell some home made pastries while walking around. And the RSA guys are loving it. The Prefect is so grateful because no one in NRC would buy their misshapen shaped cookies and sweets meanwhile the RSA boys are nice enough to purchase and try them.
This gets some of the NRC team very jealous and annoyed. One of them even tries to stop the Prefect by tattling to Crowley, who makes them stop because it'll look bad for press if one of NRCs students is peddling...
But this doesn't stop the Prefect. They even got some dedicated customers. Determined, they sneak off to the other team when no one's looking to deliver their sweets. They, however, fail to tell the RSA team to keep it secret so the next time the camera pans to RSA during the match, the well-meaning princes advertise their cookies to the stadium...
NRC boys after they saw it :
The Prefect doing a side hustle during the Games where they sell some home made pastries while walking around. And the RSA guys are loving it. The Prefect is so grateful because no one in NRC would buy their misshapen shaped cookies and sweets meanwhile the RSA boys are nice enough to purchase and try them.
This gets some of the NRC team very jealous and annoyed. One of them even tries to stop the Prefect by tattling to Crowley, who makes them stop because it'll look bad for press if one of NRCs students is peddling...
But this doesn't stop the Prefect. They even got some dedicated customers. Determined, they sneak off to the other team when no one's looking to deliver their sweets. They, however, fail to tell the RSA team to keep it secret so the next time the camera pans to RSA during the match, the well-meaning princes advertise their cookies to the stadium...
It’s moo-nday! 🐮 Here’s a little angel-cow to start the week of right ♡
(via)
To start the month* of right ♡
Holy cow!
"is he single!?" your attention is drawn behind you, to where a group of insignificant chatterboxes cluster together like they're trying to start a mob. their quips died down instantly when someone in the group shushed the rest and you released the breath you were holding. you return your attention to your friends in front of you.
a few minutes pass and another comment catches your ear, "i mean, there's a leech on his side, but other than that, just look! he's so picture perfect." you fight the urge to crane your neck around, to stare directly into the heart of the group with piercing eyes, to let them know that they are anything but quiet. all the while hoping they're not talking about your boyfriend, who's arm is wrapped comfortably around your waist, holding you ever so close. like a leech.
you snicker to yourself at the backwards use of their ugly nickname, gaining the attention of your boyfriend, who asks what's so funny, and comments that no one said anything worth laughing over.
"oh, no reason." you smile as you wrap an arm around to rest on his back. what he can't see is that you folded all fingers down but the middle one so that you're flipping off the group of prattlers stood behind him.
you lean into his side more and press a sweet kiss onto his cheek, he retorts by turning you back to him and pressing a lasting kiss to your lips as muted gasps and scoffs were heard. someone in the group attempts to silence their peers but their calls fall upon deaf ears. "whatever, let's go."
you relax against him as the group disperses, a content sigh escape your lips.
a moment passes, before your boyfriend leans to whisper, "were they bothering you?"
"what? no!" yes. they were annoying. is what you meant.
your boyfriend kisses your temple, "sure. oh, and you're not a leech, my love." you turn your face away, hiding the heat that rushes to your cheeks at the fact he cracked your code so quick.
if your friends could look any more grossed out at the sickly sweet pda, they probably would. but you don't care, your boyfriend is the sweetest 🤍
satoru gojo, suguru geto, tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, vil schoenheit, malleus draconia, kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr, kazuha kaedehara, ayato kamisato, jing yuan, argenti, tenya iida, ejiro kirishima, & your favourite
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What. The. Fuck. s.hinata x reader
this is inspired by the tt trend “They say shooters shoot, Duke Dennis what’s up with you?” [im not sure if anyone did this before but if so lmk.]
Hinata Shoyo was your favorite MSBY player; you had been to a few games and were amazed by how cool and energetic he was. Recently, the "They say shooters shoot, Duke Dennis what’s up with you?" trend had been going around, and few people got noticed by their celebrity crushes or TikTok celebrities. You found the trend so interesting and comedic that you decided to make one of your own for Hinata Shoyo. It didn’t necessarily matter if he saw it or not; it was simply just for fun. In case he did see it, though, you made sure you looked your best because you never know, right? You finally posted the video after three tries. You added a few tags, but nothing crazy. After that, you put your phone to charge and went off to do your nightly ritual of showering and reading to detox your brain from your phone to sleep easier, which was a habit of yours that was hard to break at first.You fell asleep wondering about the possibilities of that video and perhaps fantasizing about a life with Shoyo Hinata because you’re just a girl, after all.You woke up at noon. It was Saturday midday when you picked up your phone and headed to the bathroom to brush your morning breath out of your mouth. As you opened TikTok to mindlessly scroll, you were reminded of the video you posted last night, which had a lot of likes and comments.You laughed at some people relating and some "toxic fans," and then as you went deeper, you found comments saying, "HE LIKED AND REPOSTED YOUR VIDEO." You were now internally freaking out as you stared at the many comments saying this. Then, you saw a familiar name with a blue mark next to it.
Hinata Shoyo: nothing much, what about you? 😉
Your toothbrush fell out of your mouth. Although the comment didn’t quite seem like his, it was cute to see him comment. You quickly ran to his repost, and sure enough, there was your video. Was this real? You thought it was too good to be true and way too easy to get his attention like that.You quickly exited TikTok to head to Instagram to get your mind from going haywire. That was until you checked your DMs to be met with that same name yet again.
"Hey! It’s me, Shoyo. Sorry about my TikTok comments. Atsumu said to put that, but I came to reach out because I'm not really like that 😅 I'd love to get to know you if you were serious about what you said on TikTok?"
"What the fuck!" you exclaimed as your phone fell onto the counter; you splashed yourself several times before you saw this was all real.
i genuinely don’t know how i feel abt this it’s mostly js so my brain can start writing again because i haven’t in awhile.
mostly for @dearru and me
gen hq list: @heartmaddie @livteracts @vertejay @massacremars @bakery-anon @na-i1 @nanasrkives @sexylexy12 @softpia
Twisted wonderland manga ✨
Imagine your husband having what he lovingly calls his 'kiss-o-meter'. An inbuilt measuring system engraved in his mind ever since your wedding day, or so he told. He stresses to you how important it is to have his 'kiss-o-meter' at 100% before he goes to work, unless you want a despaired husband and an unenthusiastic worker as he would put it.
So imagine his surprise when you rush right through your morning routine, not even sparing him a glance. Only acknowledging him when you're about to leave, giving a mere hug before walking right through that door, not a speck of remorse in your step. He couldn't believe it, you just gave him a hug.
A hug.
Just a hug.
This is it, you don't love him anymore. You forgot about the most important part of his day, his morning, and his life. Not to mention he still has work and he doesn't think he can do it. But he has to, for living expenses and for you, even if he was deeply wounded by your international crime. Off to work he goes, meter at a sad 0.2%.
I know i haven't been online for a longgg , anyways here is MALYUU'S SECOND CHILLDD
(Still working on the 1st ehe)
My one braincell who works at 1 am be like:
HE'S TOO PRETTY
Which twst character would be you sworn enemy
there's already too many quizzes about which characters would be your boyfriends. now its time for us haters to shine. not every character i
I'm laughing so hard truly Azul and Yume are enemies lol
I'd love to see others' results!
the way I just KNEW I was gonna get Riddle 2-3 questions in like-💀
order can be nice and all and being respectful and mindful of others is important
but BY THE GODS does Riddle take things to the extreme
I KNEW IT, like man, kalim is open, sure he's energetic and reckless but he's open, dayumm
You can reblog of course ❤️
How about our plan to murder cowley?
@forgwater @comingyourlugubriousness @adrianasunderworld @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer are y'all with me?!
Haha finally I'm free from school!!
@adrianasunderworld YOUNG LILITHYOUNG LILITHYOUNGLILITHCREWEL!!!
Idia : " You - You wouldn't want to date me, I'm... I'm a handful"
Yuu deadpan : " I have two hands."
Idia : *flustered otaku noises*
@adrianasunderworld you're Yuu getting everyone's clothes and finally getting crewels fur coat got me giggling-
It's too precious 😭👌