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xzhdjsj · 2 days

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Remnants of the Past

Xanthus x Reader

Slow dancing with Xanthus

Here's that draft I mentioned in your comments @chilliesillie!

Uhhhh I'm sorry in advance👁👁

Clai yes you🫵 that apology doesn't apply to you jk jk ily<3

Also just for you I made sure Love tells Xanthus they love him in this one!

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And if you have a minute, why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?

The waves crashed against a rocky edge where the land touched the sea, each crash a rhythmic roar of nature's might.

The blindfold on your eyes left everything to your imagination, the rest of your sense dances with the stimulation of the elements, the cold breeze against your skin, the relentless surge of the waves and seagulls screeching overhead.

Xanthus’ unwavering insistence on the blindfold, urged you to keep it in place until deemed fit for you to remove it. You embraced his request without hesitation, excited for whatever surprise he had planned for you. With his guidance leading your steps, you didn’t feel a single ounce of worry or concern. You trusted him wholeheartedly after all.

"I smell the ocean." You smile.

"Well that much is obvious, isn't it? You can hear it too." His body moves behind yours, gently pulling at the silky cloth obscuring your vision. "Alright, you ready?"

"As I'll ever be!" You cheered, bracing yourself for what you're about to see.

You were quick to realise that no amount of mental preparation was ever going to be enough for the sight before you. Silently, you stare in awe and your mouth drops open as you heave a sigh.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Xanthus mused at your reaction than the actual scene before him.

From where you stood, all you could see was water, the shimmery blue and green colour push and pull creating a glistening illusion. That combined with the yellows and oranges of the sunset was magical, like a bottled potion in a witch’s lair. It was straight out of a fantasy film, perhaps the most beautiful coast you've ever seen. You don't bother answering Xanthus' question, instead breaking free from his grasp, laughter swirling into the wind as you ran to the railed edge of the cliff. Xanthus was shocked at your sudden burst of energy, panicking to catch up to you.

"Hold on! Be careful!" He shouted.

Naturally, Xanthus got their first, perks of being a vampire with enhanced swiftness. You pay him no mind, leaning over the metal bars as you marvelled at the shoreline below. Xanthus' arm securely hugged your body, an extra layer of protection warding off any possibility of a misstep.

"I admire your enthusiasm, but I don't intent to lose you just yet love." He chuckled playfully.

"Sorry, couldn't help it. Are you seeing this?" You turned to him, wild eyes finding his.

He continued to laugh at your expression, "So many times, I'm completely unmoved by it now."

"Really?" You turned back to the ocean. The way the water moved and splashed against the rocky shores below was mesmerising. "I don't think I could ever get used to this."

Theres a land mass that caught your attention, one completely detached from the land near it, it was only a fragment compared to the mighty cliff that you stood atop. It blended perfectly into the scenery of the sunset and foamy waves that break at its base.

"I believe it’s called a 'stack'." Xanthus chimed, pulling your attention to him.

"Hmm?"

"The land formation you've been staring at. That one right over there." He pointed at the piece of land that resembled a tall, layered cake. "It was once a part of this very land we stand on, but years of erosion separated it from the headland."

"Woah, water sure is powerful, isn't it?"

"I like the idea of consistency being powerful more. But you're right too." Xanthus didn't spend much time looking around, his eyes were glued to you, admiring the way your cheeks rise as you smile and your eyes singe at the corners.

"You haven't even seen the best part yet."

"I don't know what could possibly be better tha-" Your sentence is cut short when Xanthus turns your body around to face the scenery you've been backing. "Holy. Shit."

Did I mention that this place looks like an excerpt from fantasy world? Because now there's a castle. You wondered to yourself how on earth you missed that? Sure, the water was lovely, but this- this is a whole new thing. It wasn't extravagant or overly grand, nor was it gigantic and clumped together. If anything, it looked like a luxurious mansion, with the architecture of a castle.

“How-” You try to speak, but your words fail you.

“I bought this place a long time ago. It was a good way to leave everything behind and be at peace for some time.” Xanthus took your hand, making his way towards the grand doors in a distance. “Naturally, it became a place I visited when I was troubled.”

Your chest warmed at his confession, and you cling closer to his body. “It’s really beautiful. I can feel the calming aura that comes with it.”

“I haven’t been here since I met you.” He looked over at you, “I didn’t have a reason to be here. Your presence is somehow enough to make me feel at ease.”

“Well, I’m glad I have that effect on you!” You flashed him a toothy grin.

Xanthus pushed the giant doors open effortlessly, like it weighed no more than a feather.

“Come on, it’s just us here. I have something special planned for you.” He ushered you inside.

“Another surprise? You’re really spoiling me today.” You took his hand again, following him down the hall.

“I hope you don’t mind. I did also arrange a change of clothes for you, to fit the setting.”

“Wait really? Like fancy fit-for-royalty garments? Cuz that’s the vibe I’m getting from the place.”

“You’ll just have to find out for yourself.” He smirked and led you up a flight of stairs. Th interior of this place was even more remarkable. The handrails of the staircase were pure gold, shining under the light from the massive diamond chandelier that hung from the painted ceiling. If there was a boundary between reality and imagination, this was certainly what it looked and felt like. Your eyes drink in as much detail as you could, but every wall was a painted canvas. It was easy to get distracted by something else when trying to focus on an initial detail.

Your steps halt at door, “This is where we’ll stay when we’re here.”

He pushed the door open for you like the gentleman he is, and you take a step inside. It was just what you imagined it would look like, opulent but inviting and cosy. You spin in a circle, admiring the entire room. There was a canopy bed in the middle of the room, its pristine white sheets looked incredibly soft and comfortable, yet your gaze was drawn to a contrasting object laying in a corner.

As you move closer to inspect the coloured material with gold embellishments, Xanthus calls behind you, “I’ll be back to get you in 15 minutes. Get dressed and wait for me.”

You turned to ask where he was going, but he’d already disappeared. With a sigh, you turn your attention back to the bed. The ‘object’ from earlier was just a suit of clothes, a heavy outfit that was certainly fit for royalty. It spurs on your curiosity for the night of what Xanthus had planned. Excitedly, you struggled but somehow managed to get the fabric onto your body by yourself. It felt like a workout, but it was worth every drop of sweat and strain. All ready and waiting for you vampire soulmate to return, you seize the opportunity to admire how you looked. Xanthus sure knew how to make dreams come true.

It didn’t take long for him to return, soft knocking on the door.

“Coming!” You yelled, rushing to open the door. “Sorry, I was sittin- Woah!”

He looked like an angel at first glance, adorned in a fully white suit with golden accents and crimson details. But beneath the veneer of this heavenly attire, lies a complex person with a sinister nature, perhaps he’s more akin to a fallen angel. That could never sway that heart of yours, what he was simply didn’t matter.

“You look… stunning.” Your eyes followed his silhouette, up and down.

“I was about to say the same about you. Looks like I made the right choice with this one. Do you feel like royalty?" He grins.

"I feel it, I think I can get used to this." You smile back at him.

Shall we?” He offers his arm to you.

With eager anticipation, you intertwined your arm with his, following his lead down the halls until you reached yet another door. The soft strains of instrumental music seeped through the cracks, enticing you further. Once more, he graciously pushed the door open, pulling you into a spacious room adorned as if poised for a grand event, yet the sole attendees are you and him.

“When did you have the time to do all this?” You asked him, enamoured by the room before you.

“I had some help of course. Do you like it?”

“Like? I love it.” You smiled and kissed him.

Now that you’re inside, the music had filled the room and atmosphere around you. Xanthus extends his hand to you.

“Will you dance with me?”

With a tender smile, you take his hand, stepping into his embrace.

Under the soft glow of the overhead lightings and candles around the room, he swayed your body in perfect synchrony with his. The way he gently moved your body was smooth and effortless, perfectly in harmony with the smooth instrumentals. Each step was filled with love and passion as you gazed into each other’s eyes. There was silent understanding between you, something that felt sorrowful and heart-wrenching, but you both ignored it- for now.

With every turn and every dip, the world outside fades away little by little, but the feeling of the end of the dance grows closer. In this quiet sanctuary, all you had was him, but did he have you?

The music slows, drawing closer to the end and his grip on your body tightens. Your heart rate increased, in sync with his.

Fear, that’s what it is. He’s reluctant to let you go.

Immediately you halt your movements, Xanthus does too, but he doesn’t react. He was expecting it.

“Lawrence, you don’t belong here. Wake up.” You lift a hand to his cheek.

“My love, I miss you. Do you miss me?” He hums against your touch, pressing his nose into your palm with his eyes closed.

“Of course I miss you, but I don’t exist in your world anymore.”

“I know” He murmurs, “Every time I miss you, I come here, and you always show up.”

“Lawrence, my love.” You coo, tears streaming down your cheek. “I’m not real. I’m just a figment of your imagination. A past that’s already behind you. You need to let me go.”

“I know.” He whispers, a broken sound that claws at the heart of anyone who hears it. “I know that, yet I keep returning. It’s funny, isn’t it? How cruel human life is? Mortality laughed at my face when it took you away from me and there was nothing I could’ve done.”

“Lawrence please,” you sob, “You can’t keep hurting yourself like this.”

“I’ll open my eyes if you tell me you still love me.” He smiles against your hand.

“Of course I still love you. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved and the only one I’ll continue to love.”

“Thank you” He whispers, as his eyelashes flutter open.

Before him stood of a void of what he once saw, there was no one in his arms and no gentle hand caressing his face. There was no fancy ball room. There was no ambient lighting save for the moonlight that shone through the holes in the roof. The chandelier that once held a grand presence lies crushed in the middle of the room, and the walls are covered in moss and vines. There was no music, only the crashing waves and a tune from a small music box that’s abruptly closed behind him.

His hands, that were once grasping the air infront of him, drop to his sides.

“That’s enough Xanthus, let’s go home.” The incubus calls.

Dontis strides over to him, a gentle hand on his shoulder as he guides him out the remnants of what was once a castle. He stood with him as he watched the tides crash against the rock below them. Lawrence stares off into the distance, to the spot where there was once a stack. Now, all that’s left is a stump of the landform, long gone and eroded.

“Dontis?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you call me Lawrence from now on?”

“Why?”

“No reason. I just want you to.”

"Fine then, Lawrence."

His safe place is run over, and his safe person no longer exists, but Lawrence still clings to the remnants of the past.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on So, tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin.

#Eeeeeeeeeee #zsakuva #sakuverse #xanthus claiborne #zsakuva xanthus #xanthus x reader

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zzzenmui · 10 months

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2020 enstars log

#back to posting old stuff #<- just realised theres more in drafts....#2020…. woah…#enstars #enst #ensemble stars #tori himemiya #niki shiina #shinobu sengoku #leo tsukinaga #izumi sena #yuuta aoi

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cherryfennec · 4 months

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Current lore draft for the Bad End AU

It kickstarts from Bowser kidnapping Peach. Basically events of the first Paper Mario game unfold but in the final battle Mario looses because he's unable to beat starpowered Bowser.

Peach, instead of making the wish to the Stars so they take away Bowsers power, judges the situation and instead wishes to get them all to safety. They retreat, with Mario being rather beat up, and decide to stay low as well as plan how they can get back at him. With time Bowser only grows in strength with the star power, he becomes more and more greedy from all this energy but Peach does still remain as his priority.

Time passess we get to around events of ttyd. So apprently theres this door and its a thousand years old (shocking). Peach wants to discover it because whatever it is hiding might help defeat Bowser. She invites Mario and events of ttyd happen. Mario encounters Doo_liss and gets his body stolen. In the end he's unable to recover it, remaining a shadow and slowly loosing his memories while wandering the land. Peach is used as the Shadow Queen vessel who has her own evil goals in mind. This makes two of the trio.

At some point Bowser and SQ Peach are reunited and there starts their dynamic that I set up.

After all this we roll to the events of spm. (or at least time when it'd unravel)

Count Bleck comes around and makes an offer to the Shadow Queen of 'An artifact of power capable of destroying all worlds.' She's intrigued and agrees to marry Bowser not from love but powerlust. Bowser is wrapped around her little finger so of course he agrees. The wedding comes around and when the Chaos Heart spawns someone starts wrecking havoc and steals it. Can you tell who that someone is?

Few months later and out of nowhere there are rumours of this weird stranger who talks to himself and dissapears without a trace. Shadow Queen manages to meet up with him and with time realises he has the heart, and it's a bit more permanently attached than she'd want... Bowser also apparently says that this guy used to be friends with the princess? Now this just got very interesting.

#spm #BadEndAU

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sukunasweetheart · 6 months

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Thoughts and analysis + rambling on sukuna's character! JJK anime AND manga spoilers below. Pls read with compassion, im not great at articulating my complicated thoughts 🙏

When sukuna told jogo that he shouldve just burned down everything he desired to without worrying abt identity or the future, sukuna was most likely referring to himself,, thats probably how he became so strong

Gege outright said in the official fanbook that its questionable whether the people around him ever considered sukuna human and that he himself most likely didn't think so either. He was nicknamed the king of curses before he even became a cursed object, so sukuna really didnt give a damn abt what he was, or whatever nickname he was given and he just kept doing what he was doing

And he's never referred to himself as the king of curses, it was always the people around him or the literal narrator! Even the famous quote "throughout the heavens and the earth, he alone is the honoured one" was said by the narrator, or by nanami in the season one anime. Not once has sukuna needed to introduce himself to someone, they already knew who he was and/or there was really no need to, since he was going to kill them anyway.

The idea of cannibalism isnt a big deal at all to him, its kind of like a complete and final line where he really crosses over into the non-human area, he literally views everyone else around him as something akin to either a thing to toy around with or to eat.

And this involvement of "cannibalism" is actually very interesting to me, because if he doesnt consider himself human, and other people didn't believe so either, is it really cannibalism? Gege seems to blur these kinds of lines with sukuna so incredibly! Sukuna is always drafting between human and nonhuman, life and death, the honoured one and the disgraced one. He's like everything all at once.

Though his trueform may have extra limbs and mouth, in my opinion he still looks and functions mostly like a human... yet theres also many moments where we realise that he really is far away from the rest of the cast, both in strength and thought.

To show evidence of sukuna drifting between life and death, I'd like to mention how he has spoken soul-to-soul with characters right before their death TWICE now, first being jogo and the other being kashimo... this isnt a coincidence! How was he able to do this? We have no clue, perhaps jogo + kashimo were only hallucinating or maybe sukuna really is able to have a lil chat with someone right before they die like some grim reaper 😭

I think this is what makes him a really poetic character, the way speaks is one thing, but to watch him really reach out and have a conversation with his opponent while they are in a very vulnerable state makes him really like a otherworldly figure (even though he slaughters them right atfter).

He's not a human yet he is still capable of understanding the desires that humans have, and their goals.

I believe sukuna is a really complex and flexible character, I've never really seen someone be so many things at once. He can be serious, strict, playful, goofy, evil with only the tiniest hints of compassion and many more...

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #this is why i also think anything goes when u put him into an AU #i think even with characterisation and headcanons in various fics he's very flexible #like even with two possible contradicting headcanons sometimes i can see him doing both you know??#maybe its just me (cuz im delulu) but yes :)#even though i tend to write him most often in AU rather than canon verse i very much adore jjk's sukuna as well... l

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shoezuki · 2 months

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Dya have any more headcanons for sampard?

Maybe ideas on how they fell for one another. Would you see it as an X fell first but Y fell harder or a flirting for fun but realising you've caught feelings?

Or have ya got an entirely different view on it! :D Oooooo. Do you perhaps have a timeline for how they traverse the "enemies" to friends to lovers stages.

Can you tell I love all your ideas and headcanons T-T

thankyou anon i am ghglg. im in love w u now. yes i have Many Ideas bout these two bastards like i have so many thoughts you cannot believe. like i have a post drafted where i write hcs when im bored and headin to class lkshglhg. heres some hcs

sampo falls in love first. very, very early in when he is new to the planet and is just drawing the attention of the silvermanes. It's not exactly some 'love at first sight' thing its more like the first time gep almost catches him sampo thinks 'oh he's cute' and a few times after that he's like 'wait im enjoying this. a lot.' and its downhill from there

whether sampo Realizes it is another thing tho. i can see him just enjoying the attention and thrill of evading the silvermanes and not realizing his disappointment when gepard isnt there is cuz hes infatuated w gepard.

but he Would realize it. at some point itd hit him like. why he enjoys the chase so much n lets himself Almost get caught. why hes memorized gep's schedule and where he patrols the most. and it hits him n hes like 'oh fuck. what the fuck. holy shit.... well anyways.'

(probably freaks out to seele over drinks but he's too incomprehensible through his tears n she has no clue what hes whining about)

Sampo flirts and teases gepard unabashedly, kisses grenades before throwing them into gep's arms, saying 'woah youre so strong geppie' while gep punches the wall behind him narrowly missing his face, leaves notes with lipstick marks on em at crime scenes, all that stuff.

but for sampo. it isnt supposed to actually Go anywhere. he knows he likes gepard more than he should and its kinda just to scratch that itch in his heart yknow.

sampo very much thinks that. gepard is the captain of the silvermanes, a wellknown and noble person in belobog, and sampo's a slimy secretive conman that just enjoys pushing the captains buttons. theres no hope for anything more so he might as well enjoy flustering the captain right?

gepard on the other hand. doesnt allow himself to really think of sampo as anything else but a criminal. it takes a long Long time for him to realize he even feels anythin for him

gepard does look forward to trying to bust sampo, though, in a sort of frustrated way. sometimes the front lines or patrols are so monotonous and sampo's tendency to appear whenever gep's bored out of his mind is impressive

he is insistant on arresting sampo and 'bringing him to justice' to an obsessive degree, though. he's not even typically assigned to investigating criminal cases but he has basically inserted himself into bein the lead investigator of any sampo related case now

(intelligence officers and detectives and other silvermane's are so used to it now. they could be investigating a house fire or a break in, find a note with lipstick marks on it and curly writing, and they all just sigh and call gepard.)

sometimes other worry that his insistence on arresting sampo and how dedicated to it is concerning. they ask why he hates sampo so much n he just says 'hes the most prolific criminal in belobog and needs to be apprehended'

(he cant say he hates him, though. for some reason. he cant figure out why he thinks about sampo so much. he just figures its to arrest him)

gep finds himself starting to relax when sampo sends him on wild goose chases n they both leave other guards in the dust. its probably not intentional, how sampo always seems to draw him away to somewhere quiet and secluded when his head is killing him or he's stressed or exhausted.

(its intentional)

sampo falls first, but gepard is absolutely the one who initiates.

i imagine it'd take... something for gepard to reconsider sampo and let himself think about sampo outside of his criminal record

during a chase out in the snow plains, just sampo laughing and taunting him as gep tries to hunt him down, they get bombarded by fragmentum monsters

sampo holds his own; he fights with a sort of viciousness gep has never seen from him. his bombs arent just smoke, but powerful explosives that shatter fragmentum. he's insanely fast and doesnt even break a sweat. but as soon as theyre all dead he pretends he's exhausted and that gep needs to carry him back to the city before giggling and vanishing.

gepard realizes that this whole time sampo has been holding back. he realizes that sampo could easily cut through the silvermanes, use his lethal bombs or easily outpace gepard and outrun him.

he starts thinking about other things sampo does; how natasha mentions he delivers medicine to him, how lynx sometimes talks about finding supplies and food in hidden ruins and obvious places around her camp, or the notes sampo leaves and how they sometimes give hidden hints about other criminal operations the silvermanes have been tryin to investigate.

he doesnt know what to make of it, what sampo wants or why he's doing this. the next time sampo sends him running through abandoned streets in belobog he slows down, realizes that sampo also slows to his pace so gepard keeps chasing him.

gepard asks point blank at some point, what in the hell sampo wants from him, why he's doing this. sampo doesnt know how to answer. just shrugs and says hes just trying to have some fun.

from then on gepard and sampo's 'chases' tend to... dissolve. sometimes gepard just sits down and takes a moment to forget about being the captain, to relax. Sampo acts like a skittish, stray cat who's ready to bolt until he eventually relaxes as sits by gepard too.

gepard collects all sampo's notes, all the fragments of his bombs with the hearts painted on metal shells, and keeps them as 'evidence' in his desk.

sampo pushes his luck constantly; as soon as gepard relaxes or gives him any room to get closer, he takes and takes as much as he can get.

gepard catches sampo, entirely on accident, when he's off duty. climbing out of a window or something. and sampo freezes but gepard just says 'hey i'm not working now, i can't arrest you.'

(they both know it's a lie. being out of uniform never stopped gepard before.)

sampo starts just appearing more and more around gepard when he's off duty, showing up walking alongside him like he's been there the whole time, or just 'passing by' when gep is in the florist's shop.

gepard leaves his window open. sampo takes the invitation and crawls in and strange hours when gepard cant sleep. he just sits on the couch or a chair or stands there like he is a foreign intruder. gepard just nods and makes him some tea.

when it would hit gepard, that he's in love with sampo and has been for a while, he'd just blurt it out. 'huh. i think ive fallen in love with you'. and sampo would erupt into flames and kiss him so hard his lips bruise

#sampard #in the bones #anon #do i tag this as other things. sure whatever #honkai star rail #when it comes to ships i usually dig a like. casual undefined relationship #where two people know they care and love each other and just fall into it #like no need for anouncing their feelings or asking to be partners #but i think w these two. gepard would absolutely need to say how he feels #like. sampo fell HARD and so deeply. but doesnt think he can ever have gep #this got very rambly and incomprehensible lahflskhg i have Thoughts

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greenflamedwriter · 10 months

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Roleplay to a whole new level

Pairings: Airplane/Cucumber

Cumplane AU: What happens if...Shang Qinghua transmigrated as Luo Binghe and became the protagonist, and then ends up going through PIDW but changing it up and ends up sticking a middle finger because "Fuck you I'm the protagonist!" to the system. Although it's not that great, Luo Binghe goes through so much pain and harship and gets beaten up all the time especially by Elder hammer! This sucks!

And Shen Qingqiu is such a Sadist! And yet, Luo Binghe [Qinghua] Can't even get mad, he wrote the scum villain and may have accidently made it worse, he tends to speak outloud when he goes in his daze.

So Shen Qingqiu just see's this usualy smiley annoying disciple look at him with a strange expression on his face, as if he's possesed it freaked Shen Qingqiu out for a moment.

"I feel sorry for you. Nothing has been fair and you fought so hard and it feels as if you havn't progressed at all..."

Shen Qingqiu stiffened, that hit a bit too close to home so of course, he ended up punishing Luo Binghe for 'speaking out of term' But by ignoring Ning Yingying, and forced to follow the rules of the system couldn't do anything. But learned he CAN remove OC protocal so thats great! And by stealing a better manual and hid it in his crappy one, he ended up stealing Ming Fans and swapping it with another disciples and stole theirs.

So now Ming Fan was yelling at them wondering why they had his manual and they denied it but with theirs missing ended up getting in trouble. Luo Binghe snickered flipping through the better manual and ended up improving in his cultivation!

Of course he was doxed points for course correction god dammit!

So when he fell into the abyss, he figured it can't get any worse. But he had one thing to keep him going.

Mobei-Jun, after this protocal maybe he can go by his draft! Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe had a slow burn romance while Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu were supposed to be their parralell of two broken men along with the quiet men who encourage their crappy behaviour.

Mobei-Jun was supposed to call Binghe out on his bullshit eventually and be his most harshest critic but he only did it because he cared he loved Luo Binghe and wanted what was best for him and disaproved of his actions. And Luo Binghe hated it at first not seeing it for the what it was. Just assuming he was like Shen Qingqiu just another one to tell him what to do.

But after all the times Mobei-Jun saves him and vice versa, Luo Binghe see's the love this cold beauty has and sometimes its hard to understand him especially as the Northern demons look down on love and theres some denial in there. God so much stuff- but his happy ending was coming all those plots for the 'wives' were actually adventures of Binghe and Mobei-Jun! He was so excited, to finally have this happy ending after all the suffering he's been through the pain and torment he was going to be gifted his own himbo male wife and it was going to be amazing!

So...imagining his horror when he beats up Mobei-Jun as the syste wants to complete the story, of Mobei-Jun swearing his allegiance to Luo Binghe and be his right hand man.

And after beating up Mobei-Jun and having his loyalty Luo Binghe realised something was off...then it was revealed that Mobei-Jun was a transmigrator!

He...he didn't get his cold beauty who was devoted to Luo Binghe insead a sneering man- Cucumber bro, the anti-fan who despises Airplane but adores Luo Binghe? He's getting whiplash from this fellow transmigrator who has his own system.

He beats Binghe up, abuses him because of his garbage story but then he grabs his tear streaked face and bruised cheeks and scowls, how dare the man be beautiful even when he was angry!?

"Luo Binghe is too handsome and pitiful and has suffered so much but knowing your the author makes me want to bully you more!"

Why!?!?! This was too pitiful for someone like airplane! He didn't want to make a trash story! he just wanted his happy ending!

And to think it couldn't get any worse.

It was strange that Cucumber loved Luo Binghe and was obessed with him, but he was in such denial! Their happy ever after was just a pipe dream...

Or was it?

When Luo Binghe forget during a mission that Xin Mo needed dual cultivation receives a backlash and almost dies, when he woke up, memory foggy he sat up naked and grimaced feeling a sharp pain up his backside. "What?"

He froze as he felt someone shift beside him and saw Mobei-Jun lying on the bed next to him...naked. Did they- did they just-!?

"Shut up, this King wouldn't just let you die."

Luo Binghe was oddly touched his mouth repressing a smile as tears streamed down his face "My king!" He leapt onto the larger men peppering his face with kisses, and Mobei-Juns face flushed blue "Get off!" He slapped his arm but instead moved his body to hold Luo Binghe more secure against him.

It wasn't what he expected but he got that happy ending after all!

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chu-ni · 2 years

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[sometime late at night.]

a/n: it seems like im always coming and going on this blog lol but it is genuinely bc i am so busy!! im in seoul now, and classes are crazy but i really wanted to get this one out bc its been sitting in my drafts for way too long....anyway i hope you're all keeping well <3

also listen to this while reading pleaseeee

wc: 737

warnings: brief mention of hands touching t*tties but everyone is fully clothed i promiseeee

"Sorry. Again."

You immediately turn to look at Mark, and find him staring at the ceiling of the car. You don't think you've ever seen him look so drained, or so tired. His eyes are still rimmed with red, and theres nothing more you want than to just help him.

"It's fine, Mark."

"No it isn't. I ruined everything. I ruin everything. I pushed you away cause I was being an asshole. I let my girlfriend get away from me." He chuckles, but theres no humour in it. If anything, he seems on the verge of tears again. Your hands shoot out to his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. "Listen to me, Mark. I already forgave you; so stop beating yourself up about it. You're my best friend. I'm not letting you get away that easily. And as for your ex..." You take a breath, " None of that was your fault. She chose to do what she did. You chose to be a good person. And that's what I love about you, Mark. You always choose to be good." You're looking at him, searching his eyes for something that says he's heard you. Something that says he believes every word you said. The way he returns your gaze is something different - like he's looking at you in a new light, like something just clicked into place for him.

You feel his hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his thumbs resting on your lips. You see his eyes linger on them for longer than necessary, and then rise to meet yours. You hear his quick inhale/exhale, like he's preparing to say something.

"Is it- Is it okay if I come a little closer?" he murmurs, his eyes begging yours for permission. You nod, the tension between you pulled so taut it would take the slightest disturbance to make it snap.

He crashes his lips onto yours and it's like a dam has broken - your lips moulding and moving with his in an emotionally charged dance. Mark's hands rove all over you, and a spark of electricity runs down your spine when he lets out a whimper and his hands come to rest on your chest, fondling them with care. You barely have time to breathe before he's back for more, like he can barely get enough. His tongue explores your mouth, carefully at first but gaining speed as he gains confidence. Its all you can do not to fall apart in his arms.

Finally you pull apart, chests heaving, lips slightly swollen, and a trail of saliva between your lips the only tangible evidence of what you'd both just done.

You fall back against your seat, staring into the ceiling, much like Mark had done before.

"Sorry. That was a lot, wasn't it?"

"Stop apologising, Mark!" He flinches a little, and you soften. "I should apologise,"

He whips round, confused. "You're vulnerable right now, and we just..." You find yourself unable to meet his gaze, the volume of your voice significantly decreasing. "We just....did that."

He sighs, and you can feel him rolling his eyes. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have done it, Y/N. For real. Now let's....do that, again."

Happy to oblige, you kiss him until you're dizzy; until this time its Mark who pulls away, realising the time and scrambling to get you home as he fumbles to put the keys in the ignition. You zoom through the streets, and neither of you can deny the tug at your chests when he finally pulls up to your drive. Wordlessly, he leans in again, you returning the action, both of your lips aiming to meet in the middle. You giggle, surprised when you find your noses have squished together instead. Leaning back, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepish, and go in again.

This time, your lips meet properly, engaging in one last final dance before you pull away, Mark rushing you out of the car and up to your door. While he stays in the car, you find he never once stops staring at you until you've entered the house and the door has shut behind you. Only then do you hear the revving of his engine, signalling he's gone.

That night, you head to sleep with cheeks that ache from smiling so much, and a heart thats beginning to put itself back together.

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imvriix · 2 years

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Hi!I was the one who requested the Donald fic and I was wondering if I can have the same concept with Grey and his friends??thank you♡♡♡

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𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔢

summary ;; — them with someone who is naturally sweet and kind, yet they don't know how to act due to their oblivious nature.

featuring + contains ;; — gray yeon, alex go, ben park, gerard jin, teddy jin x sweetheart/ selfless gn! reader, ( unestablished relationship ).

a/n : tumblr is so ass, ill be writing fics or whatever and when i wanna take a break and i press to put it in drafts and save, it just fucking dissapears. im literally redoing this because tumblr didnt put my work in my drafts. + because theres a lot of characters, ill be sticking to the overall relationship rather than full oneshots.

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— gray yeon

gray naturally appreciates polite people who mind their business, so its not surprising if he's fond of you.

i think he likes how real and true you are to yourself and others, your smiles always full of meaning and care instead of fear or disgust.

something else he'd like is how you're able to keep up with him, your mindsets click together perfectly.

all of this is foreign to him, so he doesn't know anything about what he's feeling for the longest time until big ben points it out and goes absolute matchmaker mode.

if he does eventually realise, i think he'd be a bit shy and avoid your gaze that little bit more out of worry he'd get lost in it.

gray can be seen as cold at times, even when he's just being normal, so when your able to talk to him normally and without thinking twice like normal friends should, he finds himself enjoying your company so much.

listening to the words and conversation starters spilling from your pretty lips, he forgets to keep his guard up. he even slips in a sarcastic comment or sly smirk of amusement every now and then.

he doesn't feel like he needs to overthink what to do or say as your conversations flow so easily.

whenever you guys are meant to have a group hangout or meet up or whatever, he ends up constantly searching for you and not relaxing his shoulders until he does. he starts staring without realising.

he can and will hog you to himself, he can't help but be a bit selfish.

it'd also take him an eternity to confess, telling himself ( and also a agitated ben ) that he's fine with the way things are at the moment.

yet you remain clueless.

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— alex go

hes such a sweetheart

i feel like he would like you the second the two of you met, i think he'd get flustered and overthink a lot around you, so he'd probably hide behind ben.

he'd also avoid being alone with you or talking to you pike his life depends on it, he can't handle actually having a conversation with you just yet.

he'd be worried about messing up or weirding you out by making things too awkward, especially because its extremely noticeable with how he looses his cool and avoids your eyes.

you'd end up forcing him to talk with you and he finds that it isn't as awkward as he thought he'd end up making it.

he actually enjoys it a lot and gets more comfortable, constantly thinking about what to talk to you about next and what to do with you.

one of the things he'd like most is how you see him for him, not as a mindless minion or fake.

i think he'd end up confessing but he'd just end up a stammering mess, but he does get his point across in one way or another through his jumble of words.

you dont even have to say much, just smile and give him a kiss and he'll be okay.

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— ben park

he'd think he made it so secret and so unknown but everyone and their mother knows that his feelings aren't only platonic.

its so obvious that it genuinely hurts, he seems to laugh more and become even louder somehow.

big bear hugs whenever you say something sweet or innocent, him giving you constant lectures on how to protect yourself — because we all know he's a gym freak —, and he's protective of you when it comes to anyone outside the friendgroup.

he's just worried you'll get roped into the union and delinquents, he can't afford to lose a friend because some power obsessed freaks couldn't mind their business.

of course, at first he wouldn't have noticed his feelings, and if he did he'd be in slight denial, " i just care about them. we have a mutual caring friendship. yeah, we just care for eachother. yeah. " he'd think, feeling smart.

but when he does sit down and thinks it out, acting like this is the hardest thing he'll ever have to think about in his life, totally concentrated and all, he just admits it to himself pretty easily.

and he makes it everyones business.

sits everyone down, — excluding you —acting all serious, " guys, i have an announcement. i like y/n. "

" wow, really? ", " never would've guessed. ", " oh god i didn't expect that. ", " ya think? " and other sarcastic comments are said.

he seems genuinely surprised everyone knew.

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— gerard jin

we all know gerards a pretty straightforward guy, so i think he'd be even more straightforward to himself.

he'd be the only one who was able to actually hide it pretty damn well, so if anyone in the group finds out, they're all actually surprised.

there isn't really a big reason he likes you, he just thinks your really cute so he kind of sticks to you.

free tarot sessions all the way

he's always worried about you, he thinks that someone may try and take advantage of you and your sweetness.

would play guitar for you and even has a few drafts/ secret songs he made about you.

he'll never show you them of course, but they're so beautiful.

he literally just lingers around you. he isnt very friendly with anyone in his class, which is why he visits yours a lot.

but anytime you look over your shoulder, he's just standing over you.

hell, you dont even have to look and you can just sense him looking over you.

personal bodyguard basically

sucker for your praise

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— teddy jin

SO STIFF

absolutely cannot keep up a conversation with you unless you give it some prodding.

hes kind of like alex in this sense.

he's so tense and awkward because he isn't used to anyone being kind to him without it just being fake and only for their own benefit.

gives you atleast one can of coke whenever you guys see eachother.

i think you would have bonded over sprite and co, he'd fall for you much more harder if you liked cats, especially the two he cared for.

you found it so cute for someone as stubborn and mischievous as teddy to be a diehard cat lover.

you guys basically adopted all the cats in the area together, feeding and caring for literally any cat you see.

can't handle you and cute cats at the same time

he really cant

you'd be like the first person he calls if co is sick, because hes lowkey panicking and running around everywhere in a frenzy since he has no clue about what to do

he recovers eventually and he repays you with coke

you ask for a kiss instead

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#gray yeon #ben park #teddy jin #gerard jin #alex go #weak hero x reader #weak hero x gender neutral reader #gray yeon x gn reader #ben park x gn reader #weak hero webtoon

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marwankenzarisgaylittleearring · 2 years

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(re: big boi post, bc I figure not rbing it again is less walloftext)

Capitalism Dudley McMahon :( :( :(

CROSSING HIMSELF. The thing wrong w/ Nicky is, as ever, Catholicism. hardcore is flagellation. Joe: LOSE then! Nicky: fuck you so much.

Joe screenshots and retweets a crop of posts w/ the caption ‘yeah, a bell jar’ and giggles out loud, so Nicky kicks him, bodily, off of the bed.

Wanting whatever the keane v yusufnicky is in this au to take place as a staple gun match now

All of the Andy shit. Chefs kiss. Also glory days Andy and her axe Making A Metaphor abt the og dyke flag…fuck… OH ALSO-ALSO, the black parts of the face paint in the labrys-shape

In MY mind palace Nicky and Quynh are the t4t of branch this polycule and she can compare him to all manner of mid-sized predators. All those hobby lobby ‘the fastest way to get to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ needlepoints, but instead it’s ‘u access subspace through the Gender.’ What the FUCK was I talking about.

Having an ‘I’ve connect the dots (I haven’t connected shit)’ re: Booker/Copley parallels, and Andy/Nile parallels. The former as grief as a wound needing to heal, the latter as grief, as infection, which needs intervention. But all of it abt maladaptive coping. Like, Andy needs to address w/e happened with Quynh. And mb the au version of Nile not seeing her family, bc I don’t like to kill them off, is her father’s death/career change/xyz causing her to pull away from them, & she has to deal w/ that.

Is this Copley v merrick then. & Nile coming in clutch w/ the kendo stick. & Booker, as ever, having his neck broken doggy-style (love how dramatic the announcing is)

Sdhjgkdlsq not the ‘lose then’ god their dynamic is just the absolute crème de la crème truly the epitome of like. Puts them in a cage together and notes down their behaviours. <- meant that in a labrat sort of way but hello nickyjoe cage match who says no

The reason this au is so fucking good btw is the combination of like. Actual violence and bodily harm. And also the bodily harm tht comes from kicking ur boyfriend off the bed in a mean and not so gentle way, but its ok bc u kno he can take both it and u, and also you’re doing it at least 25% because it’ll give you an advantage in ur next match. But only 25%. Maybe 30%

Never seen a staple gun match. Disregard the fact that I have 10 tabs open rn to yt videos of wrestling lemme open up a couple more. Agreeing even tho I havent seen one yet because like yeah I mean. yeah. In this situation is it a tag team thing or is it like one on one w one of the two running interference. Either is so fun . <- wait now Im thinking abt the implications of a no DQ match cause obv u can cheat in a no DQ match thats kinda the point r u allowed to bring in other ppl to fight ur fight with u … no idea. Love the idea of it tho.

Also also now Im thinking of a merrick et al v guardofblack blood&guts steelcage match. Of the cool hand ang covered in blood, mjf throwing Jericho off the top variety. Of the booker realises he’s fucked up and sorta refuses to fight back & just sits there bleeding perhaps throwing himself into the punaises (forgot the word) someone brought in bc its the whole ‘i deserve to suffer thing’ variety. Thatd be so annoying. Like the guard would be annoyed extra with him like stop trying to be a martyr a) you are so stupid b) get out of the way I am TRYING to do smth here

OUGH LABRYS FACE PAINT. SECONDING THAT. SO GOOD

“In MY mind palace Nicky and Quynh are the t4t of branch this polycule” obsessed w u. Giving this its own response to let it breathe like a fine wine Im sipping down in gulps.

Nicky & quynh is deeply underrated as a dynamic <- man who has never done anything himself to actually create a nickyquynh dynamic. Man who has always put Nicky with Andy and quynh with joe. Man who thinks he’s right on both counts because Joe and quynh also deeply underrated. Theres a (severely) unfinished fic in my drafts in which Nicky & quynh r rival wedding planners and Andy & Joe r their right hand men respectively and both couples start dating each other in shameful secrecy & then its like girl what were YOU doing at the satan’s prayer circle that is getting on ur knees to suck c— anyway where were we. Not important. Just saying all their dynamics are everything. ANYWAY YES screaming u access subspace thru the gender. Thesis statement of a very important b-plot somewhere halfway through this “”fic“”

Maladaptive coping is, to put it mildly, the only thing worth reading abt in fic. sorry. I mean I know I legit cant say that because Ive only written one fic of that variety and its not even on ao3 bc I abandoned it but I contain multitudes I can be a hypocrite as a treat. Yelling yelling yelling abt the wound/infection situation. oh. ‘we could fix each other’ ‘we could also fix each other but we are instead going to make it so much worse. Hey Andy where did u put the blinders Im going to fix them so firmly onto my head.’ & yeah I also think that nile’s familial situation can be like. She just travels so much and has for such a long time from such a young age (olympic wrestling first & now this) all over the country to where her family can hardly follow her around all the time & maybe she goes home a little less than she maybe should and maybe she lets her phone die on purpose sometimes . Maybe she feels shame about utilising violence as a form of entertainment instead of for a Good Cause like her father did. Maybe this shame is entirely unwarranted but she’s too scared to find out bc yk. infection. Etc etc

[takes my shirt off & points @ my hardened jaw at the wrestling function] I fucking love wrestling I love low blows I LOVE THE WAY EDWARDS COMES IN I LOVE PICTURING NILE LIKE THAT. AND I DO MEAN ALL OF IT. SITS DOWN 2 PUT THE KENDO STICK IN HER MOUTH. MAKES SNOW ANGELS ON THE METAL RAMP. NOW THATS THE HASHTAG VIBE.

#btw i see ur 'mutually assured destruction' challenge for me to make the moodboard & so u could make the playlist. Just U Wait.#wrestling au #also where do u stand on the bookersreligiousidentity uhm. i dont wanna call it debate bc its not that deep but yk whats the vibe for u #bc id love the parallels of nicky's catholicism thru wrestling hardcore flagellation but not as such that deep rooted shame #v booker with more of the shame and less of the catholicism but still experiencing the baptism by fire type of emotions #(i kno baptism by fire is a phrase which means a specific thing that isnt nec relevant here but ykw i mean. just general baptism by fire)

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imogenleewriter · 1 year

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I'm so excited to read your new WIP, I even have notifications on but I can't read wips because I'm a chronic binge reader with the memory of a goldfish. Do you know how many chapters it will be? (really hope this doesn't come across as push, I'm just excited) <3

Edit: I just realised you probably mean the current WIP I'm publishing, not the one I'm drafting.

The word 'new' threw me off.

It's almost done! Theres 4 or 5 more chapters depending I split them. So within the next fortnight or so. So glad you're excited to read it!!

The following is what I wrote about the WIP I'm drafting.

So I'm obsessed with the new WIP, but I'm not overly convinced it's going to be to everyone's taste, lol. I feel like the one I scrapped would have been more palatable to current readers, but it just didn't bring me any form of joy and I really wouldn't have gotten it done. As I said in an AN I literally had dreams about this one.

Length wise, I'd assume it will be around the current fic. The first two chapters are drafted, and it's still the first day of the story, lol.

I'm not very good at talking things up, am I? I'm sure some people will like it lol.

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mariaaagoesblank · 2 years

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[CW: self-depreciation, suicidal ideation, mention of past deaths (not graphic but stated explicitly), implied past abuse (not graphic, schlatt), one mention of alcohol (glatt)] tubbo-centric but in second person, /dsmp & /rp

things go wrong. it's a fact, it's history, it's how the world works. chekov's gun, the story of theseus, the origin story of a hero. things go wrong when you're around, and maybe it's not because of you, but nobody listens to you, but everybody likes hurting you, but you're useful and that's why you survive. sunk cost fallacy, cassandra of troy, the sidekick. the sidekick and the pawn and the spy and the president and the soldier and never the person but always a tragedy. just another tragedy among a population of tragedies. just another tragedy among a life of tragedies. you are built on tragedies and you prepare for tragedy and they say you're a tragedy but you don't believe them because tragedies come with an ending.

there is no ending for you. you die and you die but after that, it almost seems like you've run out of deaths. deaths, death, died, dies, die, dice, roll the dice. roll the dice, an old friend says, gamble a bit, have some fun, try your luck. he's wearing suspenders and dress shirt with its top two buttons open, you're wearing a vest and a tank top. a scar runs from his lip to his eye, scars run from your cheek to your fingertips. you can almost feel a silky red fabric tightening around your collar (you know he feels it too) and you can almost see the twinkle of a long gone wedding ring on your old friend's hand. (you have a ring of your own now). but you know better than to trust "almost" and you know better than to ignore it. you ignore the lingering smell of alcohol and the tightness in the other's voice and the presence of a dead man in the dead air. you grin almost carelessly and shake you head almost fondly and you tie the restaurant apron around you in an almost perfect knot.

almost, almost, almost and never. never dead, never right, never enough. never enough for family and friends and enemies. family gone and friends dead and heroes victorious. a villain, you are, evil, evil monster. villain, monster, tragedy. all the same in the end, no end, never ending. you are almost a tragedy and your tragedy will never end. countries end, friendships end, lives end but never you. almost you. should have been you. it scares you the thought of ending. sometimes. you're scared when you don't feel scared of the ending at all. you want it, want an ending. you want a victory, a victory that means rest and peace and safety. but things go wrong when you wish they wouldn't. you wish for things that you can't have. you can't have safety and peace and rest and an ending.

ending, ending, the night is ending, the day is starting. the day, the night, the morning. good morning and you are lying in bed and the bed is empty and you are empty. empty tragedy and hollow victory. victory, tragedy, ending. things go wrong. almost there, never there. keep pushing, keep moving, keep wishing for an ending. ending, ending, ending, you are ending and you will never end, never win, never die. never, never, never and almost. almost dead, one life left, one person left. it's always you. always, always, always, all ways you are useful and dangerous and wrong. wrong and right, you are wrong when it's right and you're right when things go wrong. blame the enemy and blame the ally and the ally is the enemy and you are blamed.

things go wrong (the story of chekov's gun) because you are wrong (the story of theseus) and you are right (the origin story of a hero) and things go wrong (sunk cost fallacy) for people who are right (cassandra of troy) about things that are wrong (you, you, you, always you and never you and almost you, you wish it was you).

#you know who it is <3 #idk if any of this makes sense #theres more coming maybe but this has been in my drafts too long and idk how to make it sound okay so im just throwing it out there #i just realise nobody's gonna find this unless you search schlatt uh-#there i added tubs in the very start #number one favourite !! one day i will give you a proper tag my starchild

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teeforhee · 3 years

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hmmm in what situations do I call myself an abuse victim and in what situations do I call myself an abuse survivor? what social purpose does choosing one of those terms over the others serve? is a 6 month relationship long enough to call myself either? the answer to that last one is yes for sure I am well aware but still. questions to discuss with my therapist at our next session.

#also that fic im editing. way worse than i thought it was. im just doing like grammar spelling and expanding on stuff i skimmed in the first #draft. its like. itd need like. oh so much more work than im willing to put into it to get it to somewhere im happy with #but you know what its fine #im happy with it being not quite enough for my standards. thats ok. this is hobby writing #also sjshhdjdksnd the whiplash of realising that uhhh?? im actually an underwriter i think??? cause i find that the pacing always goes #wayyyy too fast. like theres no room to breathe no space to just sit with the characters in the Feelings® like i want there to be #maybe thats just like. the next step of being an overwriter where you can't even see it and it just Expands to swallow your entire existence #mine #newt should be writing #oh btw im fine u dont need to answer those questions those are for real just things to discuss with my therapist #like i mean regardless of whether i feel like ive earned those labels they are the most useful ways to describe for my experiences so theyre #what im using

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thytaenic · 2 years

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Hi! I don't know if I missed it or something but I couldn't find anything that said if your requests were open or closed. If they are closed just ignore this. Tw! For scars and abuse mention.

Can I request riddle, Azul and Jamil with a reader who has scars from past abuse that happened by the readers family? Like how did they find out about the scars and how did they react when they found out? How would they react when they found out it was from the readers own family? Gender natural is fine!!

Sorry if this was too much info or something, have a good day!

thank you for requesting! while drafting this request, it has come to my mind that these types of request made me feel happy because it helped me to empathise others. enjoy the req btw !

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ʚɞ ～ ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 ❞

╰‧₊˚ riddle rosehearts, azul ashengrotto, jamil viper x gn!mc

╰‧₊˚ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: mention of abusive, slight descriptive scars

everything happened when it was your first time playing croquet with the heartslabyul members— mainly being invited by the dorm leader Riddle Rosehearts

you delivered one powerful swing and was about to proceed to your next swing when you accidentaly stepped on a random stone, causing you to fall down to the front

riddle saw how you clutched your left arm, hissing in pain and immediately rushed to you as he crouched down

he rolled your long sleeve up to examine for any wounds and to his surprise, dashes of scabs were visible on your arm. riddle was undoubtedly surprised with his eyes widen but he knew, his reaction would make you feel uncomfortable so he, in a loving way rolled down your sleeve back. without wasting more time, he didnt want you to be bombarded with questions and so he carried you bridal style in his arms out of the court to the lounge instead

"let me help you."

"riddle wait—"

you slowly opened up to him and trying to sound calm and collected despite the broken sobs leaving your throat but you were caught of guard by the sudden closeness of riddle pulling you in his embrace

"old scars, i assume?"

"..y-yeah, from my dad. but i-its nothing, really. i can reassure that hes not abus-"

for a moment there, you were scared to be judged by him for acting tough but deep inside, youre hurting. your sobs turned to a heart-wrenching cry of a child who has been facing many difficulties in their life.

"shh, just let it all out. youre alright now and i'll make sure no one will ever lay a single finger on you ever again."

you excused yourself to the vip room since you needed to do something. it was unusual for you to ask for a break and this piqued the dorm leader of octavinelle's curiosity. he wasnt sure if he should wait for you to return or check up on you but jade managed to shoo him away to see you

upon stepping into the room while he formed some sort of sentences to say when hes in the room later on, he heard a faint 'ouch' from you. worries were written all over his face as he barged into the room, slamming the door open.

you were busy applying some ointment but jolted from your seat and turned to look at the merman. realising how your back was fully exposed to his view, your hands quickly pulled down the hem of your uniform but theres no point in hiding anymore when he walked towards you and sat next to you on the couch.

it was starting to grow awkward between the two of you but you excused yourself again and this time, azul gripped onto your wrist— not wanting to see you left without explanation. seemed like he saw those horrible scars covering your entire back.

he really wanted to let you walk out of the door and hoped to pretend like he did not just see someone's consequences of abuse but no, azul ashengrotto would never do that. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer with less space between you two and carefully kissed the top of your hair.

"(y/n), are you-"

"yes, its exactly what youre thinking, azul. now let me go."

you felt the burden being lifted up with azul holding you so close to his chest now, not showing any sign of letting you go from his grasp. afraid that if he let you go, you would suffer the same pain over and over again and its a nightmare to him for not realising earlier than now.

hes warm and it felt nice. your plan to bottle up everything was ruined the moment he pulled you in a hug, tossing the bottle of your worries to the ground. it shattered into pieces, symbolising how hes ready to be the one to listen to your worries now.

"there, there. youre safe now, love."

kalim had decided to throw a party in scarabia to celebrate the end of the winter holidays. because crowley asked you to watch over the school compounds, you were invited to the party by the vice dorm leader, jamil viper. its hard to decline his offer since he insisted to let you at least taste his cooking.

in return for the generosity of the dorm members and to the dorm leader too, you persistently asked to help out in the kitchen. jamil was over the moon to have you over for the night especially when you said something about wanting to see him cook.

you were tasked to cut the vegetables while jamil stirred the curry when he noticed how you didnt roll up your sleeves when cutting— you were practically struggling there. do you want to dirty your clothes, perhaps? jamil refused to let this happen so he stood behind you as his hands worked to help you roll up the sleeves of your sweater, causing you to drop the knife down.

jamil's eyes now nailed to the sight of your wrists, gazing at those slashes. no point in hiding them anymore. you noticed how emotionless he looked and your eyes brimmed with tears, biting hard on your lips to muffle your sobs. feeling overwhelmed for the things happening to you now, you crouched down with your palms covering your face as you felt the weight of the world accumulating on your shoulders.

you were so ready to receive lectures from jamil but instead, he kneeled in front of you and wrapped his arms around you securely. his hand slowly rubbing your back as he whispered words of comfort to you. the world seemed to spin slower than before and all you can think of was how he didnt hesitate to take the ointment from his pocket which he carried all the time and applied it onto the scars, planting a soft kiss onto your forehead .

"i cant afford to see you suffer alone. let me at least tell you that everything's fine now."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twsten #twst imagines #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #jamil viper #jamil x reader

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bonnymori · 3 years

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01 | 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫... 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?!

chapter 01 / chapter 02 / chapter 03

Word count: 1250+

Synopsis: During a particularly boring afternoon, a muscly man with a purple worm around his shoulders has made his way onto your house- literally, smashing through your window- and, subconciously, onto your life.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Toji x gn!Reader, theres also Gojo cat as your cat!! (2) Reader finds Toji's worm cute; i'm sorry if you don't just skip that part (3) There's some cursing but I promise next chapter won't

A/N: I have a lot of drafts and this is the most normal looking I've got... so let's post it first ehehehhsjhd- Also, I'm remaking the structure of the posts (Megumi's one-shot is updated with the very same visual as this!), hope it looks less unorganized! Thank you for reading <3

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To think you'd let such a stranger barge into your apartment- actually, you would never imagine such a comeup. But here are we.

Right in front of you there is a man. Raven locks, black shirt, white baggy pants - is that a purple... gut, intestine thing around his chest? - and a pair of imacculate ballet shoes on his feet. The dude is knocked out cold, it seems that he barely made it through your window, only to come head first against your floor tiles. Now you have drops of blood all over the floor and counter- and, a bleeding man.

You can't tell which task will be more grueling to solve.

Because you have a working brain, of course the man comes first. No matter if your window is broken, and a handfull of glass shards adorn your countertops. And now you've accidentally stepped upon one- just then you realise the man's back must be feeling like a bed of thors- or shards, over being dragged through the floor.

So you throw his arms - which you notice, has a few cuts here and there - over your shoulders, and picks him up in a one-person carry; barely, his torso is against yours and legs are dangling on the floor, this guy must weigh the double you do. It feels like you're carrying a fridge.

From your peripheral, you can see Satoru paddle to the kitchen's doorframe, probably wondering if you were preparing a meal for him or whatever.

"I'll be back in a moment, Ru." He meows a reply, dragging his mountain of fluff back to your couch- you're certain he's taking your spot, while it's still warm.

Thankfully, it doesn't take long for you to reach the bathroom, dropping the man leisurely upon your fluffy mat. Beside all the cuts, the man has already a plentiful share of permanent scars, and none are of your business, you don't care. It's like cleaning and stitching up a old doll full of tears, by the way you're able to maneuver his limbs; you're glad he's still unconscious.

But the thing around his shoulders is not.

In a blink of eye, it jumps from his shoulder to yours, attaching itself to your back and nestling upon your shoulder. When you glance down at it, it feels like a weird looking parrot.

"Hi?" You ask, it looks back at you. "Are you like, his pet or something?" It doesn't talk, just gazes at you through half lidded eyes; so you give up on short talking it, not knowing what you expected yourself. "Let's go finish my movie then!"

You join Satoru on the couch, the cat rapidly making room on your comfortable lap; and the man forgotten, snoring soundly on your bathroom.

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A sequel and half movie later, you hear a loud thud coming from the kitchen. Even though you're aware there's a strange in your house- the sudden sound still naturaly jolts you out of your seat.

"UGH- Goddamn it-" Next comes a colorful list of slurs; a sigh makes way out of your mouth.

You round the corner, pointing a accusing finger to the strange man, who's laying on your floor again. "No cussing on my house."

"Why didn't you even clean this floor, it's loaded with glass shards."

"I wanted to finish my movie afternoon before doing so. Besides, what made you smash through there," You point to the ruined window. "to here." Then, to the kitchen floor. And finally, motioning to your whole apartment.

That was a interesting question, he expected a "Who are you?" or "I'm calling the cops!" call.

"I don't need to explain you shit."

"Think of it as an retribution, since I patched you up, answer my question."

"No."

"That, or you'll pay for my window."

A sigh. "Fine. I was being chased."

"You're a criminal, then?" You questioned.

"Yes." A devilish grin made its way to his face, showing canines and stretching the small scar on the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, just don't get me involved then."

Toji is familiar to that sort of outcome. Sometimes people man up, people weaker than him. But he knows he's intimidating, and he absolutely loves to play with the attitude of those who challenge him.

Forgetting the shart carving on the sole of his feet, he walks up to you efortlessly, towering over your frame.

"Well, are you not scared to have a criminal inside your house?"

"No, I'm not defenseless. And, you're bleeding. Again."

"Shit." Toji sits down close to the wall where it's safe, twisting his leg to bring the injured foot up to his face. He easily plucks the reddened shart between thick digits, and throws it far away from him.

Meanwhile, you bring your first-aid kit up to him, setting it down near.

"Here, use this."

"..."

"I'll do it for you then." You wasted no time, reaching for the line and thread. Once everything was stitched, you wrap a bandage around his foot, then pats it finished. "What's your name?"

"Fushiguro Toji."

"I'm L/N Y/N, lost all your bite huh?" You tease.

Casually ignored. "Why do you have a first-aid kit? Most people don't have it on their houses."

"I practice muay thai, it's useful both for me and you."

"Right. Have you seen my worm?"

"Well, make yourself at home, until your feet gets better. And yeah, your worm jumped at me like those surprise music boxes, and now it's on the couch with my cat. It's been watching movies with us."

He was beyond curious, because the worm didn't have a thinking mind nor knew what even meant to watch something. Toji limped to the doorframe, eyes widening once he spotted the worm wrapped snuggly around your very fluffy cat.

"That's some cute shit."

"The worm is gross."

"I think it looks cute."

"You're batshit crazy."

You stretched your limbs. "Whatever, let's waste some more time watching TV."

Toji sat down - mind you, taking a handful of space you were not content with - once you picked up "both" animals to make room. He thinks you're weird, seeing the fact you didn't question what the hell was that giant-purple-moving worm, and for letting in a random guy inside your house. You do fight a martial art, though, but most people wouldn't have such confidence on him - a dude build like a truck.

There's some survival show playing in the background, yet he's beyond bored watching it, so he settles in questioning your questionable manners.

"How are you so chill about everything?"

"Oh well," You seemed focused on the show, surprisement showing itself once you turn to him. "I see these things in a daily basis, so it's really no big deal after a while."

"Curses?"

"Yep."

"You-"

"I'm going to clean the kitchen. Also, I ask you once the skies darken, to leave my house."

"..."

"Is there a problem?"

"I got no hideout out there."

"Suuure you don't." You sighed. "Alright, the couch is your best option; if I hear rumbles at night, or if you steal me or something, I'll be the one chasing you."

"Right, have fun cleaning the blood stained kitchen."

"The audacity." You left with a smirk, shaking your head.

Although you're weird, so far, you're also the most interesting individual Toji has come up to par with; something in this house prickles at his skin to stay. Plus, the fluffy cat laying on his lap is very cute aswell.

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scribbling-dragon · 2 years

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What made you write your fanfics?

if we're talking in general what made me start writing, it would be because i was bored one day and we were in lockdown and i wanted to try and get better grades in english lang by practicing

if you want the specifics of why i started each fic, well, look no further!

growing pains: i found the empires fandom on tumblr (after binging all of scotts empires videos in one day). and was looking around for fics too and found aiahs. i read that. and then i found a piece of fanart with scott and semi-realistic antlers. and then i thought to myself. what if he actually GREW the antlers? and that fic was born!

shifting perspective: i read this fic one morning before school. and i had english lit that day. which is never good because it means im not at all engaged and looking for something else to do other than romeo and juliet. and i was still thinking about that fic. and i thought to myself. what if pixl WAS an old god. but the difference is that the gods are already dead? they were killed by his followers (shifters, because he could shapeshift in that fic) when he decided enough was enough a long time ago? and then i started thinking about how that would affect scott. how that would affect xornoth. and it just developed from there onwards (fun fact: all the notes written for the initial idea of shiftng perspective were written in galactic bc the girl i sit next to in that class doesnt know how to mind her own business)

forged in blood: i saw a post by sleepsaur. from like. last november about them being brothers. and i just went. yknow what, i could get behind that. and started writing for it. the original concept for it changed a LOT since the start of the rewrite. it was meant to be longer than it is going to be. and would have involved more of scott doing shit with his ice powers. but then i sat down and thought about it. because xornoth went through the same thing with their fire, theres no way in hell they would let scott go through the same

tommy smajor au: im counting it because im having too much fun with this! i read a fix where tommy sheltered in mcc (??) and scott adopted him. and i wanted to put my own spin on it

lifetimes apart (from a lifetime together): i watched jimmys last life video where he got exiled. didnt finish it and wrote a fic where he went to scott rather than his exile house. realised he got accepted back and slapped a 'canon divergent' tag on that thing

night watch: which is the vigilante au! thats what its going to be called when i actually get around to writing it, and i want to talk about the development of this one bc its the most interesting to me

so. last year when i first started writing. i wrote for the dsmp fandom solely. there were so many different ideas that i had in my drafts that just never got used. and one of these was a fic that was loosely based off of stranger things (because guess what my first fandom experience was!) and id done a rewatch recently before thinking of that idea. the basic premise was that everyone had powers and there was a little underground group of them.

anyways. a while ago (however long it was) i was clearing out my old stuff. and i stumbled across that and thought to myself. i could use this in a fic, adapted it to be a more modern vigilante au - and there we are! we've arrived at juno's vigilante au!

#asks #can you tell i like talking about this stuff lmao #and yeah. the vigilante au did originally stem from a stranger things au #im sorry to inform you of that fact #daisy mooon

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hhawkeye · 3 years

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would love to hear more abt your trans hawkeye thots if you’re in the mood to share...

OH BOY AM I im always in the mood to share trans hawkeye thoughts lmao ok SO. so.

he was born in like the 20s? in smalltown maine and his dad is The town doctor so. it would probably have been easy(ish) for daniel to change hawkeyes records?

testosterone injections were first used in the 30s in europe and i mean. it probably involves a little hand waving but i dont think its completely out of the bounds of possibility to be like. well hawkeye got it. like he stays up to date on medicine! his dad’s a doctor! a doctor who probably, when hawkeye came out, started to gain a vested interest in this and was keeping an eye out specifically for anything that would help his kid! in the same vein, the first known top surgery was performed around the same time (again in europe) and again while handwaving is needed i dont think it would be that far fetched for hawkeye to know someone who knows someone who was willing to do him a favour, esp if he himself is a doctor by this point?

(medical info mainly from this dude’s life: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Dillon who was one of if not the first trans man to go through all this medical stuff, i haven’t read too much about him yet but i do want to read his book)

ANYWAY. so anyway this being established, that he was able to get his legal records changed and could have been on testosterone and had top surgery and possibly bottom surgery (although that interferes with my evil fucked up au so in my world he does not get bottom surgery. hawkeye pussy indulgence) hes like living his best life yknow whatever THENNNNN he gets drafted :( and its like. im pretty sure you have to have a physical before ur allowed in the army but they Needed doctors and i mean, fucking look at hawkeye he’s basically pre-serum steve rogers theres no way he’d pass a physical even if he was cis so i think they were just like youre in :) and he has this like. extremely horrible realisation that he could so easily get out of this if he just Told them he was trans. but also it would ruin his life completely. so he’s stuck between ruining his life by going to korea or ruining his life by not being A Man anymore. haha. fun

anyway he ends up in korea and i think everything there is the same except he doesnt shower with other people i guess. and ok Canonically he is “very thorough” when he sleeps w nurses so i can def see that as like, yknow, he gives the women what they want and maybe he has a strap on i guess but maybe not. who knows.

ANYWAY. ALL THAT BEING SAID here are some fun trans hawkeye things :)

hawkeye has been his nickname even before he came out, and that has always been his Name. one time when hes still figuring shit out he asks his dad what he’d have been called if he was Born A Boy and his dad says benjamin franklin as a joke and hawkeyes like. well alright then. and then later when he comes out and his dad says he’ll change his paperwork etc hawkeyes like ok my names benjamin franklin now :) and daniels like. what the fuck is wrong with you.

his mom died before he came out :( sad. he has a lot of weird complicated dead parent feelings about it but daniel assures him she would have accepted him and been proud of him no matter what

sometimes when he and margaret have arguments about 1. misogyny and 2. being who everyone expects you to be, not being able to be anyone except your authentically true self, etc, hawkeye desperately wants to Tell Her but he knows he cant because hello. but i think eventually he does tell her? and also she is a little 😨 about it, not because she doesnt accept him (though i think it would take a while bc hello. the fifties) but because she Understands in a way that she absolutely does not want to examine

oh he cant get testosterone in korea and thats a whole ass thing. evil hormones </3

evil fucked up au takes place in the trans hawkeye cinematic universe and it is bad but also very good

ummmmmmm what else. idk. i think a lot of the uh less great moments of misogyny and skirt chasing etc are genuine but i also think he plays them up a little just because well. it keeps people from asking too many questions yknow.

i think possibly post war he keeps up with the latest in trans medicine and does develop a reputation for being the doctor you go to who either can provide you with the meds you need or knows someone who will do so but i think he would be extremely careful about it since obviously he has more to risk by doing that than cis doctors would? but also he Gets It and will do what he can to help people (UNRELATED but i def think he provides Illegal abortions for ppl like. come on. he has to right.)

#IM SURE I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS BUT ITS 5AM SO IDK

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