Opals Collection

im going to say this with all due respect: i don't care if you don't feel included with my black readers. black women are constantly overlooked in fandoms. the majority of x reader fanfics are written with white readers in mind, which is why we read "you blushed" or "he ran his hand through your hair" in them.

black readers are not a majority at all. there are plenty of fanfics for non-black people, so i don't understand why you're coming to my inbox crying.

you sound like you're forced to read my work. if that bothers you, you can make your own fanfics with asian/latina/arab readers or read someone else's work. im not going to censor myself for a stranger.

we can do whatever we want with readers! plus-size, black, shy, baddie... just because one person doesn't like it, i'm not going to stop. if i hadn't specified that it was a black reader, i would have understood that it bothered you, but it's stated at the beginning of the fanfic.

black women deserve their safe place too. we wouldn't have needed to create black readers if white people didn't think they were the center of the universe and forgot everyone else when they wrote.

Rafayel

A damn fool

Sings his way into the aunties hearts

"Gone head now!"

He winks at you and puts on his prettiest smile and all the women in your family swoon

"He needs to be in the choir on sunday!"

My post opened up a lot of pathways for people to talk about their experiences in this fandom, but oh, because this conversation makes people with the privilege to not have to worry about things like this in the fandom "uncomfortable", they decided it was a "sensitive topic" and removed it. They never cease to just amaze me.

This is the post that also started my Discord safe space for Black and Brown LADS fans, too. What a shame. Oh well, it's still posted in the non-censored LADS sub.

That being said, Shameless plug, but our Discord server is still open for Black and Brown LaDS fans, but no minors are permitted for now because we do talk NSFW in there. If you would like to join, drop a comment and make sure your DMs are open because I will send the link!

maybeee bringing back the king of curses into the modern era and keeping him restricted by a binding vow was not a good idea. but really, when does jujutsu society ever make a good decision?

and, maybe, making 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 a teacher and electing you as his guide was a bad move all around. for various reasons.

well, for one. he was rude. secondly, painfully old fashioned so now you're teaching him about cellphones. and lastly?

uh, he wants to eat you.

no, not in the sexy way. not in the 'spread your legs and lemme feast' way. ryomen sukuna actually, wholly, truly. . . wants to sink his teeth into your flesh, and consume you.

“just a bite.” he offers and nudges his chair closer in the teacher's break room. you bite you sandwich and shift further.

“no.” you're muffled, but firm, cutting him a glare over a tomato.

at first this unnerved you. when you were introduced to him and the first thing this bastard did was lick his teeth and grunt that you must taste like the finest of wine. you assumed innuendo.

you were proven wrong when the fucker lunged at you and had to be yanked back by gojo.

now? you're far too used to it.

“this is injust.” he motions to your sandwich, like your combination of lettuce, bacon and tomato was a federal crime. “you are allowed to eat your pathetic, favourite foods. why not me?”

you shoot his another look and nudge the bowl of miso over to him. “you said miso was your favourite.”

“I lied. I want you.”

“I don't know what cannibalistic charm you think you have but it's actually fucking creepy.”

“just a nibble.”

“no.”

and this angst romance game has wacky characters like:

🐠 merman sea god who is an artist with flame powers for some reason. his symbol is not a fish but a duck. there is a section of the story where he goes into heat. canonical billionaire. also a serial revenge killer.

❄️ accomplished heart surgeon with ice powers who is trapped in a cycle of multiverse-spanning reincarnations. mc’s childhood friend and also her doctor. blatantly the horniest of the lot but you wouldn’t know it because he has never shown anyone an emotion ever.

💫 centuries old immortal space prince. literally an alien. got stuck in the past after attempting wormhole travel and has been bopping around earth until mc is born. mc’s monster-fighting coworker and upstairs neighbor. secretly batman.

🐦‍⬛ dangerous crime boss. also an alien, probably. also a dragon whose soul is bound to mc’s. once made mc shoot him in the heart to prove his immortality. wife guy in a “he supports women’s wrongs” way.

🍎 cyborg military commander with gravity powers. flies space planes. was killed in an explosion but got better. a narrative representation of the biblical eve. diagnosed mentally/emotionally unwell. wife guy in a “he is the wife” way.

and. like. originally i was going to say only a sentence about each of them but i could not pick just one of the many, many unhinged things about the tiny men who live in my phone.

absolutely batshit insane game. hilarious.

𝓢UM : lads men as dads ! featuring — xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb ( seperate )

» 𝓒W : fluff, parenthood, domestic life, a bit of crack and chaos

» 𝓐/N : this is my personal interpretation of the men being dads and how I imagine them with their kids

XAVIER !

Your little son is the perfect mix of both of you, with Xavier’s soft blue eyes and your smile. He’s about five now, absolutely obsessed with his dad, following him around the house while Xavier’s on his day off.

“Papa… papa… can we play hunter and wanderer again?”

Xavier, exhausted but devoted, nods and lets his son climb onto his back, pretending to be a fierce wanderer while your boy smacks him lightly with a foam sword, giggling uncontrollably. Thirty minutes in, silence fills the room. You finish folding the laundry and walk into the living room to check on them.

Your eyes soften instantly.

How the LIs would react to u cutting off ur locs😭💔

Js smth really short and stupid

Xavier

- He truly wouldn't gaf. He'd be a little confused bc u stayed preaching abt how u would never give into societal pressure and chop ur locs off, yet... here we r

- "Did societal pressure get to u?" "The impulse of change and becoming a new person did😍😍😍" okay buddy js say u didn't want locs anymore💀💀💀

- He's truly confused on why u cut them, bc he's walked in on u more than one time cradling a loc, shushing it like a baby

- "Uh-" "GET OUT👹👹👹" and the door is slammed shut

Sylus

- He wouldn't really care, but the twins would be all over u

- "Ur bald." "Very bald." "??? I still have hair, it's js really short???"

- When ur hair grows back, this fucking sap would help u style it bc ofc he did the fucking research on ts. He'd even give u the money to get ur hair braided when u didn't feel like doing it urself, eventually learning different styles himself so u won't have to go through all that trouble

- "Passion Twists r truly calling my name, but I'm not doing allat😒💔" "I could do it for u." "I'm fine w/ u styling my hair and practicing on it, but that's not the same as braiding/twisting my hair Sy." "Who said I haven't been practicing different braiding styles?" Cut to u crying ur eyes out bc never in ur life has anyone ever put in this much effort for u

Caleb

- He would pretend not to recognize u💀💀💀

- "Hey Caleb!" "Who r u?" "Dpwm, I'll fish my locs out the trash and whoop u w/ them" "???"

- He won't stfu abt the past

- "I remember when u first got them all those years ago. Ur smile was as radiant as the sun." "I'm starting to think u had more of an attachment to them than me😕"

Rafayel

- He would scream in agony, cradling ur bald head

- "MY BABIES WHY WOULD U DO THIS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭" "???"

- His dramatic ass would give u the silent treatment for a week before appearing w/ 10 different hair growth serums, and some hair products for "healthy black hair"

- "I did extensive research on this. I want baby locs in ur hair by next week." "I don't want locs again" "Do u hate me?" "???"

Zayne

- This freak bruh

- "U really took new year, new me srsly." "Zayne... it's July...." "😕"

- He'd be unphased by it, really. Although, once ur hair fully grew out and u complained abt styling it, he'd make snarky comments

- "Ugh! Why isn't it coming out the way I want it to???" "Wouldn't be having this issue if u kept ur locs😗😗😗" "I'll show u an issue when I shove my fist up ur ass"

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[ Don't take these too seriously, this is meant to be fun and light-hearted <3 I'm just going off looks that I enjoy ]

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Caleb: Quirky, Causal, Cute

Rafayel: Flowy Fabrics and Lots of Jewels

Xavier: Pastel-ish Princess

Sylus: Sharp & Low-key Goth

Zayne: Blueberry Business

Lnd is a game that’s accessible to EVERYONE. The very least they could is people of colour to be able to self-insert and immerse themselves fully. And Infold hasn’t even done that fully. It’s not right that you lot tell us that we should consider ourselves “lucky.”

Not only that, but I’ve also noticed the obvious difference in engagement between black/brown content and white content. For a fandom that claims to be lovely and peaceful you can tell there’s distain. We get a fraction of the engagement that white fans get and that much is obvious. With that being said you want us to support you with this boycott? Nope, count me out.

We’ve been pleading to have our, frankly , more serious issues acknowledged for aeons only to receive crumbs and you expect us to bend over backwards and help out? No.

Is the fact that it’s increasingly harder to be f2p? Sure. Is Sylus being tried unfairly? Potentially yes. Is the fact that there’s no option for curly coily hairstyles for poc to use horrible? Obviously. Does it suck that there’s only one body type? Also yes. Is it weird that there’s no diversity amongst the npcs in Lnd’s world? Definitely.

I’ll only consider it fair when ALL issues and acknowledged and acted upon. Not just some, just because it doesn’t affect YOU personally.

Edit- I’d also like to add that the guys who also play the game had a right to want a male MC. Again, they should be able to express themselves and their frustrations, without being told to “stop complaining” or to “not play the game.” The same issue occurs when some problems are acknowledged because it is convenient for a prominent group in the fandom and not everyone else when it should be everyone.

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Rafayel: HE'S BLUSHING LIKE MAD! Won't stop calling you his perfect muse! Expect a swarm of kisses. Goes out of his way to learn more about other black hair styles because he appreciates the art form. He's already begging you to model for his next painting. When he imagines you in Lemurian jewelry, he nearly passes out from glee.

Zayne: Has pain meds READY because he pays attention to how bad your headaches get after fresh braids. Kisses your temples to ease the pain. And of course, he says you look amazing. This man is here to serve, so after your long hair appointment, you can expect a massage at home. Later, he gives you hair beads he'd created with his snow evol to attach to your braids.

Sylus: Always pays for your hair appointments, as well as any and all supplies you may need. Picks you up in his car, grinning like a fox. "Well, aren't you sweet as sin, Kitten~" Immediately wants you at his side and gets very handsy. Takes you shopping to get a new outfit to match your new hair. He's parading you around the N109 Zone so everyone knows you're taken.

Xavier: VERY EXCITED! You told him you were getting a new hairstyle, and he already knows his heart won't survive. He's mesmerized when he finally sees you. Can hardly speak at first. All he wants is to hold you and kiss you because he can't believe he has such a beautiful partner. He's staring so much that he walks into things (furniture, people, claw machines, poles, wanderers, etc.) He's head over heels!

cw: twerking, suggestiveness

an: this is entirely self indulgent, and very quick so pls excuse the errors and punctuation. Very quick and off the dome, doing this while high and in a gas station parking lot with my homegirls in the back 😣 just had to get this out of my head before I forgot it. Lmk if this has been done! That aside enjoy

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Sylus

Can’t lie the first time you did it was astonished, has never seen ass move like that 🤭

was immediately all for it tho

Has been trained to just take ur bag when certain songs come on bc he knows you’re abt to cut up

now if I’m being honest… this man has no rhythm whatsoever so he won’t be able to catch it fr fr

but often times you find your way to his lap and start throwing it, so he’ll give your ass encouraging taps and has the biggest smirk on his face

Caleb never believed he’d cry at his wedding.

When he was nine, sitting cross-legged on the sun-warmed schoolyard grass, he folded a crooked paper ring out of your maths notebook margin. Smudged with pencil graphite and sticky with sweat, he’d slipped it onto your ring finger with a smug, self-satisfied grin.

“Hah, i bet you’ll cry at your wedding, pipsqueak.”

Your cheeks burned as you tugged your hand away shyly. “We’re just playing house, Caleb…”

But he puffed out his chest, shaking his messy hair with a determined glint in his eyes.

“I’ll marry you for real one day. Not with paper rings… but with the prettiest ring ever. You’ll see.”

You’d only rolled your eyes, calling him dummy before scampering away. But Caleb, even at nine, had made himself a silent vow under the lilac sky: I’ll keep that promise. I’ll become someone worthy of her.

Now, as he stands under a pale lilac archway adorned with sakura blossoms and baby’s breath, his crisp colonel uniform exchanged for an elegant black suit hugging his broad shoulders, Caleb realises he was wrong about one thing.

Because he’s crying.

Ugly crying.

Four tissues in, his nose is red, eyes puffy, and his chest clenches so tight it almost hurts. His hands tremble as he watches you walk down the aisle. Each step you take towards him feels like a miracle drawn out in slow motion – your dress whispering along the marble floor, your hair pinned in the style he once told you was his favourite, your lips curved into the softest, most beautiful smile he’s ever seen.

And on your ring finger glitters the proof of his childhood vow – a diamond ring crafted specially with his hard-earned colonel money, designed meticulously with trembling hands in secret. A ring so beautiful, so uniquely you, it outshines every gem in the world. Because you deserve nothing less. Because you were the one who believed in him before anyone else did.

When you reach him, he barely manages to choke out a broken laugh. Tears slip faster down his cheeks as he takes your trembling hand in his, raising it to his lips. His kiss against your knuckles is soft yet desperate, almost reverent, and when his tear-filled eyes meet yours, you see his entire childhood in them – the boy who built paper plane armies, the teenager who protected you from bullies, the young man who trained until dawn, swearing he’d become someone worthy of you.

“You’re… you’re really here,” he whispers hoarsely, voice cracking mid-sentence. “I… I kept my promise… no more paper rings… only the best for you.”

Your own eyes brim with tears at his vulnerability. You nod, squeezing his hand as your thumb brushes away the tear slipping down his cheek.

When the officiant clears his throat and announces, “Now you may kiss the bride,” Caleb doesn’t wait. Before the words fully leave the officiant’s mouth, his hands cup your cheeks, and his lips crash onto yours.

It’s not a delicate, polite wedding kiss. It’s Caleb – raw, passionate, overwhelming, as if he’s trying to memorise the taste of your mouth for the rest of his life. The kiss deepens when he feels you lean into him, arms curling around his shoulders as the guests erupt in laughter and claps.

You gasp softly when he tightens his grip around your waist, pulling you flush against his trembling chest. Tears slip down his cheeks onto yours, mixing your happiness with his as he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours.

His breaths are ragged, eyes dazed, voice shaking with raw emotion.

“God… is this real…? It’s not a dream… right…?”

You smile through your tears, pinching his cheek with gentle firmness. “Does that feel real enough, Colonel Crybaby?”

“OW—” He yelps softly before his eyes widen and his lips break into a radiant, goofy smile. A half-choked laugh bubbles out of him, filled with relief, wonder, and the uncontainable joy bursting out of his chest. His shoulders shake with sobs and laughter at the same time as he clutches you tighter.

“Haha… guess it’s real then… God, baby… I… I’m the happiest man alive.”

He kisses you again, salty tears trailing into your joined smiles, as if sealing the childhood promise with a forever vow. And in that moment, under the indigo twilight sky dotted with origami birds drifting in the breeze, Caleb knows that the boy who once folded paper rings would always love you – but the man you married today would love you even harder, every single day until the stars went out.

© 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ; don't copy translate or feed to ai

you're insecure about your body? he worships the ground you walk on . . . implied chubby/curvy reader, body insecurity, he's down bad, fluff, suggestive

You stand in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of your new sundress. It’s soft yellow with tiny white daisies printed all over, cinching at your waist before flowing down your thighs. You frown, fingers pinching at the fabric over your hips. It looks tight… does it cling too much?

“Babe…?”

Caleb’s voice rumbles from behind you. You turn, startled, to find him standing in the doorway, still wearing his flight jacket unzipped over a plain black shirt. His hair is a mess, probably from running a hand through it in frustration, as he’s prone to do when he’s deep in calculations or thinking about you too hard.

But right now?

He’s not thinking. He’s staring.

“Woah…” His voice comes out low, nearly a growl, and his purple eyes darken with something primal as they rake over your figure. He blinks once, twice, as if trying to reboot his entire system.

Your cheeks burn under his gaze. “It’s… it’s too tight, right?” You look down, tugging at the material again. “I think it makes me look—”

“Stop.” His voice is so firm that you freeze, wide-eyed, as he strides towards you in two long steps. He towers over you, looking down with parted lips, his breath shaky as his eyes trace the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your hips and thighs hugging the floral cotton. You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.

“Too tight?” His voice is barely above a whisper as he lifts his hand, calloused fingers brushing your cheek, then trailing down your neck until they ghost over the strap of your dress. His eyes flick up to meet yours. “Sweetheart… I…” He sighs, shaking his head with a soft, helpless laugh. “I can’t even stand up straight looking at you right now.”

Your brows knit in confusion until your gaze flickers down—and oh. His flight pants aren’t hiding anything. The tent at his crotch is unmistakable, straining against the fabric, throbbing slightly as he shifts closer to you.

“Caleb—!” you squeak out, slapping a hand to your mouth as he smirks, almost embarrassed.

“Don’t go hiding from me, baby,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips to your ear, voice deep and ragged. “Do you have any idea… what you do to me?” His hands cup your waist firmly, thumbs stroking your sides as he inhales shakily. “You’re perfect. Every single curve, every little softness. This dress? God…” He presses his forehead to your shoulder, panting softly. “You could wear a trash bag and I’d still lose my mind. But this?” His grip tightens, fingers digging into your plush hips, groaning low in his chest. “This is gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

You tremble in his hold as he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, gaze dark and molten. “You think you’re not beautiful? That you’re anything less than a goddamn dream?” His lips twitch into a small, breathless smile. “Don’t say that again. Or I swear to the stars…” His voice drops to a low, husky whisper, “I’ll have to remind you exactly how perfect you are… until you can’t stand.”

Your knees nearly buckle at his words, heat pooling between your thighs, but he catches you effortlessly with a quiet chuckle, his arms wrapping around your waist. He presses a kiss to your temple, voice gentle despite the hard bulge pressed against your stomach.

“Go get your bag, sunshine,” he murmurs, nuzzling your cheek lovingly. “I’m taking you out for dinner. And then…” His hand trails down your back to squeeze your ass with a possessive growl, “…I’m taking you apart.”

© 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ; don't copy translate or feed to ai