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Breaking Dishes (Rafe Cameron One Shot) +18
Minor DNI
Rafe x female reader
Rafe's best friend helps him make the best of his buzz cut era and he gets whatever he'd like in exchange.
Warning: SMUT, lots of pet names, lovey Rafe, friends to lovers, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v
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"It hurts."
"Does it hurt? Or does it itch? There's a difference.
"Both, Y/N... This is fuckin' stupid."
"No. Nah. Nope... What was stupid was the fact that you, a grown-ass man, didn't know how to do his own laundry."
"That's what you're for."
You flick your eyes from his hair to the mirror, catching him with your death stare. "Keep going." He gives you a shit-eating grin, making you fight off a smile of your own.
"This has to be done." He looks at his hair in the mirror, the bleach altering his dark blonde buzz to an icy white."
"Almost," you sing, running your polished nail through the bleach, eyeing your work.
"And I get whatever I want if I do this. Yeah?"
"Anything you'd like."
Anything.
It started simply with you and Rafe. He looked like a pouty little man-child, holding his Ralph Lauren polo by the shoulders, his privilege showing as he eyed the streaked bleach stain across the front. This sort of shit had gone on for days. First, it was no detergent, then fabric softener only, followed by straight bleach on the third day. He looked pathetic, desperate to accomplish this simple task. You helped him on the fourth day, sparking a friendship in the process, making your first year at college a little easier.
There was so much stuff he just didn't know how to do... Stuff that he could fully figure out on his own, but if he did... Then, he wouldn't need you. And both of you knew that.
There was a spark. There always was. But this time, it was a loaded exchange. You do this for me, and I'll do anything you'd like, Rafey.
"Purple shampoo?" He mumbles.
"I’m being proactive. Gotta tone it. Don't question it," you giggle, emulsifying the shampoo, watching the suds and bleach swirl down the sink. "Gah... Looks so fucking good." He grunts in reply. "Stay here." You run over to the rack, grabbing a fluffy white towel. "Stop!"
"What? Why? It's my hair, Y/N. Jesus fuck."
"'Cause... It's a surprise," you practically growl out the words through your excitement, swathing the towel around his head; pawing out the water.
"What am I gonna do if this looks like shit?"
"It won't. It won't," you smile. "What are you gonna tell Topper?"
"That I lost a bet. I don't know. You're takin' advantage of me, y/n."
"You're the only person I know with a buzz cut, Cameron. It fits your aesthetic. Lean into it."
"I'm not leaning into shit."
"Stand up." You feel your cheeks redden as Rafe rises from his hunched-over position in the sink, his muscular frame bare, just a pair of gray sweats on his tight body. "You blushing, Y/N?" He asks as a cocky smile spreads on his lips. You bite yours, casting your gaze away as you try to collect yourself. "I look that good. Huh?" He taunts, hooking his finger under your chin, guiding your gaze to his. You stare into his beautiful baby blues, feeling your heart start to race.
"Yeah, Cameron."
He bites his cheek, holding back an all-too-wide smile as his cheeks redden as well. You reach up, tapping the high point of his face, silently calling him out.
"Got me," he whispers, making your heart flutter. "Alright... So, can I look?" You smile and nod. Rafe turns on his heels, eyes widening as he takes himself in. He goes through all the emotions at once, landing on a meh. His lip tugs slightly, shoulders shrugging in acceptance."It's not that bad..."
"I love it," you praise, smiling brightly back at him.
"You're way too fuckin' excited about this, Y/N."
"Nah... You wouldn't get it."
"M'Kay. What now?" He cops a slight attitude, unenthused with the rest of your request. You snatch your phone out of your pocket, flicking to your camera, turning it on record. "NO!" He rips it out of your hand, turning it off before passing it back.
"What..." You pout.
"The fuck do you have to record this for?"
"Me!"
"What are you gonna do with it, Y/N? This goes nowhere."
"It's just for me, Rafey. Jesus Christ. Calm your tits."
"Don't tell me to calm my tits," he huffs. "I'm so fuckin' serious, Y/N."
"I promise," you answer earnestly. "And, you have to say the thing."
"I forgot."
"Bullshit."
"When?" He crosses his arms before his chest; his hip popped slightly.
"After I start the song, of course," you tease. "Alexa play Breaking Dishes by Rihanna."
"This is weird," he snips, looking down at you disgustingly.
"It's alright, baby girl. You don't have to get it."
"Don't call me baby girl, Y/N," he huffs as the song starts to build.
"Fine. Alright, Rafey. Lights, Camera, Action."
"A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an..."
Rafe rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth, throwing his arms to his sides. His ab muscles flex more than before, making you squeal internally. Fuck, he looks good. Your eyes widen, threatening him with your glare to say his fucking line.
"Snow always lands on top."
"Ah! Yes, Rafey!"
You press the little red button, ending the recording, letting out a delighted squeal before jumping into his arms. His eyes fall down your body, roaming back up nice and slow. Rafe's gaze gets stuck on your lips, wetting his own; tension building between the two of you as you wait to see if he'll ask for what you both want.
"You know, Y/N... I wouldn't do this shit for anybody else," he mumbles.
"I know," you smile. "So, what do you want, Rafe?" You ask, drawing his focus back to your watch.
"Helped you set up that big mirror last week," he rasps.
"Mhmm..."
"Wanna fuck you in front of it, Y/N." You feel your stomach flip; your heart instantly picks up pace.
"Oh."
"That okay?" He asks, leaning in slightly.
"Yeah... That's okay."
"You want that?" He smiles, his lips mere centimeters from yours, breathing softly against yours.
"Yeah."
"Words, Y/N," he whispers.
"I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror, Rafe," you respond, voice hoarse and breathy as your nerves start to get the better of you. Everything fades away as Rafe's lips crash into yours, taking your breath away; claiming your mouth against his.
Heat rolls over your skin. Your body starts to tingle, hands moving from his neck, wrapping around his broad shoulders tightly, drawing him closer. His lips are sweet, just like you expected. A soft moan escapes your lips, landing in his. You feel him smile against your kiss, making you do the same.
"You sure this is okay?" He mumbles between kisses as he walks with you into your bedroom.
"Perfect." Rafe's tongue slips through your lips, greeting yours, rolling softly with your rhythm.
Fuck...
He draws back from you, looking at the two of you in the mirror. "First thing I thought about when you asked me to put this up, Y/N. Been thinkin' about it ever since."
"Yeah?" You smile as you look back into his blue jean eyes. "Why do you think I bought it?" His smile shifts to a smirk at the sound of your admittance.
Rafe sets you down, making quick work of your clothing, peeling it off between kisses. You bite your lip as your fingers dance over the indentations of his muscles, working down to his waistband, his slutty gray sweats, hiding absolutely nothing.
You work the material over his thighs and down to his ankles. He kicks them off, just a pair of white cotton Calvin's on his tight frame. You take your time, revealing his thick cock inch by inch. His dick springs free, standing straight; a bead of cum gathered on his swollen tip.
His rough fingers ghost over your soft skin. Rafe takes hold of your breasts, pressing them together. His touch lightens; feather-soft circle over your nipples.
"Rafe," you whine as you throw your head back.
His mouth quickly greets your skin, sucking harshly, skimming and flicking your hardened nipple with his tongue.
His hands roam down your body as his lips return to yours. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. It's happening. Rafe's hand disappears between your thighs, making you moan. He runs his finger along your silk. "So fucking wet for me, y/n," he hums, turning you to face the mirror.
You feel your whole body start to pulse, every nerve firing hot. Rafe's fingers meet your bud, circling softly. You'd always look at his hands, wondering what they could do. "Feels so good," you whine, causing him to chuckle sinfully. Rafe pulls another moan out of your parted lips, his dark gaze matching yours over your shoulder.
He adds a second finger, curling it inside of you, thrusting in and out. Rafe moves his thumb to your clit, adding a little more pressure. "I've always wanted you," He growls, lips grazing your ear.
"Yeah," you mewl.
"Do you think about me a lot, y/n?" He breathes.
"Yes," you press out the word through a moan.
"And you wanted to know what my hands could do. Didn't you? I've seen the way you look at me," he taunts. "Are they doin' it for you, Y/N?" He works you a little harder.
"Yes! Yes." You cry. Your thighs start to tremble. Rafe's lips lock on your neck, licking you, marking you as his own. "I'm gonna cum."
"I know, baby; I know," he whispers against your skin. "Can you be a good girl and cum when I tell you?"
"Rafe, I... S-Shit."
Your eyes flick open, resting on him as you fight back your pleasure, Rafe working against you, trying his very best to push you over the edge.
"Cum."
"Fuck!" You lose yourself, fluttering around his fingers. He continues to please you, toiling harder and quicker than before. Your lips crash into his, cries of pleasure against his mouth. The two of you are breathing heavily; Rafe sucks off your bottom lip slowly.
"I can't wait to have you, y/n," he groans huskily. "Fuck. That was beautiful." Rafe wraps his strong arms around your waist, holding you tightly. "How was that, baby?" He drawls.
"Fantastic... Holy shit."
His hands fall down your skin, landing on your hips, turning you before pulling you close. Rafe circles your ass, squeezing you, giving you a little spank. Your urges are too strong. You just can't resist.
You throw yourself in his arms, lips locking with his. He moans into your kiss, tongue rolling with yours. Your hands grasp the front of his thighs, nails sinking in slightly.
You drag your fingers down his tight body. A smile spreads on Rafe's lips as you wrap your hands around his thick dick.
"Shit, y/n," he chuckles raspily as you fall to your knees.
"Can I suck your cock, Rafey?"
"Mmm... Mhmm," he groans, a lusty chuckle leaving his lips. "Hell fucking yes, Y/N." You feel your confidence building by the moment.
You swirl your tongue on his velvety head, collecting his precum on your tongue. Rafe takes a sharp breath, followed by a loose, drawn-out moan.
"I've always wanted you in my mouth, Rafe," you pant. You trace the head of his shaft, lips close, breathing warmly against him. "Do you want my mouth?" You whisper onto his tip; his lashes flutter.
"Ugh, Shit. Yes, y/n," he groans. "I need your mouth on my cock." His voice is coarse and delicious, driving you wild. You flatten your tongue, licking him from base to tip. Rafe's fingers rake through your hair, his hands gripping the back of your head.
His hips thrust into your mouth slowly, pushing you to see how far he can go. He draws out; your tongue swirls to the tip. "Fuck me, Y/N," Rafe hums. The grip on your hair tightens.
Each thrust is deeper than the next, a soft swirl to his tip. Your eyes start to water. Rafe readjusts his stance, his eyebrows furrowing. Bringing your hands up to his balls, you play with them as well. Rafe bites his lips, grunting with each thrust as he starts to buck his hips into your mouth.
You're choking on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks. You bring your fingers down to your warmth, pleasing yourself as well.
"Y/n," Rafe grunts, taking notice; his breathing increases. "You're going to make me cum, baby," he sears. He adjusts his stance, thighs quaking. "Mmm... Y/n. I can't wait to have you. I'm going to fuckin' ruin you, Y/N," he growls, eyes pinched shut.
Hollowing your cheeks, you increase your suction, causing his lips to part. You feel his dick twitch on your tongue. Rafe thrusts into you roughly, his climax spilling deep into your throat.
He throws his head back again, holding yours against him as you scratch your nails along his ass. "Y/n, f-fuck," he pants, breathing rapidly. "Ugh... Holy shit."
You come off him slowly, eyes set on him.
"Best blowjob of my life.."
"Stop," you giggle.
"Fuck, y/n. I mean it." He helps you to your feet, quickly pulling you in tightly. He presses a kiss against your forehead, breathing rapidly, still coming down from his climax. "Can't wait to taste you, Y/N?"
"M'so wet..." You hum, fanning the flame. His eyes darken, trailing your curves before tossing you down on the bed. You feel your pussy throb, craving Rafe's lips; his fingers; his cock. He wraps his arms around your thighs, drawing you toward his face.
You throw your arms above your head, arching your back as his tongue glides through your silk. "Shit," you mewl as you feel the warmth of his mouth, and the whisper of his breath against your sex.
Rafe buries himself between your thighs, nose brushing your clit; tongue dipping into your entrance. Your heart starts to race again. You prop yourself up on your elbow, meeting his stare. Drawing your hands up your body, you take hold of your breasts. Rafe moans against your pussy, watching as you play with yourself.
He whispers your name softly against your clit; you toss your head back. Feeling the roughness of his hand against your stomach, working higher. Rafe palms your breast, rolling your nipple softly between his fingers.
You feel your pleasure building. Your body moves, grinding your hips to get a little more friction. Rafe's hand lowers; your anticipation builds. He licks a line up your slit.
His fingers toy with your entrance. "Rafe, please," you wail; your thighs widening, pressure building in between.
"Ugh... Fuck!" You cry; Rafe sinks two fingers deep, his soft lips sucking roughly. Your thighs start to quiver as he thrusts his digits in and out. "Can you cum on my fingers?" He breathes. "Can you soak my hand for me?"
"Yes... Yes."
"Mmm... My cock's gonna feel so good sliding in and out of this pretty pussy, Y/N."
"Yes!" You punch out the word, back arching off the bed.
You feel your release, just like he asked, making a mess of his hand as you grip the sheets. You can hear the sound of it. His fingers working sloppily, in and out.
"Baby..." You stutter, relaxing around his fingers, craving more.
Rafe grips your hips in his strong hands, tugging you even closer to the edge. You tilt your head up, watching as he takes a grip on his cock; hard and throbbing. Your eyes shift as he guides himself closer.
He seizes himself by the base, tapping his dick against your clit. Your thighs tremble with each touch, spurs of pleasure, your sensitivity at an all-time high.
"So fucking wet," he praises. Rafe's hands shift, taking a harsh hold on the back of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. "Mmm... Hold these f'me," he groans. You relax your head to the side as Rafe runs his tips through your silk; his eyes meet yours in the mirror, a smile spreading on his lips.
His mouth parts, mirroring yours as his cock starts to stretch you out. You let out a soft whimper; your eyebrows knit as he gives you all of him. Every inch pushes you to your limit; your eyes roll back as he draws out, quickly thrusting back in.
Your hands grab his forearms, holding on tightly, drawing him closer, pulling him deeper. "Look at me, Y/N," he moans, his eyes shifting from the mirror, driving into yours. He leans into you, folding you in half, pinning your thighs against the bed as he kisses you deeply. Your tongues intertwine; moaning and blissful cries are exchanged between your lips.
You separate slightly, breathing rapidly, lips hovering close. His skin slaps against yours, your forehead, nestled against his. "You're so fuckin' beautiful," he pants.
"God, this feels so good."
"So good, baby," he echoes. Rafe picks up speed, feeling your walls drawn in around him. His strong hands grip your hips, using them as leverage to drive deeper.
You throw your head back, eyes shut tight as you feel yourself about to fall apart. Your mouth draws open; a string of curses and praise flow freely. Rafe's lips lock onto your nipple, sucking hard.
"Rafe. Fuck!" Your pleasure releases; your body pulses around his shaft. Your hands reach for him, pulling slightly, tugging him toward your lips. Rafe picks you up swiftly, taking a seat on the bed, his cock still deep inside.
"Are you okay?" He pants with a smile.
"So good... So fucking good."
You start rolling and grinding your hips on top of him. Rafe starts to bounce on the mattress. His breathing increases; you can tell he's close. Grabbing his shoulders, you press him down on the bed.
Rafe's hands squeeze your ass tightly, guiding you, setting a rapid tempo. "Fuck... Ugh," he whimpers. "I'm gonna cum." He takes you by surprise, drawing out quickly, rolling you to your back.
He plunges back in, reaching for air as he grunts and moans incoherent words. "I'm cumming... Shit," he groans as he climaxes; Rafe continues to drive his release deeper. He presses his lips and body against yours, rocking slowly to a stop.
"Holy shit...." he pants, holding you close. Rafe nuzzles himself into your neck, breathing rapidly as he kisses you softly. You sigh blissfully, relaxing into the bed, giving him better access to your skin. His lips work over your neck, moving up to your jaw.
"So..." he whispers.
"So," you giggle, your heart racing rapidly against his.
"I like you, Y/N, if that's not clear. And that... Fuck. That was so damn good," he groans blissfully.
"I like you too," you cup his cheeks in your hands, kissing him gently.
"And, just so we're crystal clear, you pictured yourself fuckin' me and not..." He points to his hair, narrowing his eyes on yours.
"Rafe? No, President Snow. Of course, I pictured myself fucking you and not Rafe Cameron."
"Brat." He spanks your ass, making you yelp.
"Fuck, Rafe!" You whine as you look back, watching the print shift from white to red.
"Ah, shit. You don't like it rough, Y/N?" He taunts through a snickering laugh. You lower your lips to him, brushing gently.
"You owe me now, Rafey... Round two. I like it rough."
A/N Thanks for reading. Kel♡
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Lay Off The Flannels
DBF!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: 1.3k
Summary: Joel gets handsy while your father temporarily steps away.
Warnings: Age gap (unspecified - obviously a legal one though, hello??). No physical description of reader (pic above is used for aesthetic only!). SMUT 18+ MDNI. Oral sex (F receiving). Using a flannel to clean up🫣... Awkward interactions with an oblivious father. Fluffy/light-hearted ending :). I think that's it! Let me know if otherwise!
Author's Note: Hey y'all! Soo my personal definition of a drabble is when something is written and posted on a whim, and that's exactly what I'm doing here.. This was only proof-read once by me, so if you see any typos and confusing wording... NO YA DIDN'T. Anyway, I have a bunch of WIPs needing to get done, but the stress was getting to me, so I took a break from those and wrote this fun little scenario to calm my mind and give me a good little laugh. I hope you guys enjoy!💚
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“We shouldn’t be-”
“I know,” he says.
“It’s too risky.”
“I know,” he says.
You pull his lips back onto yours, breathing in each other’s breaths, consuming each other eagerly as if the world was going to end if you didn’t.
His lips drag down to your jaw, to the sweet spots on your neck that make you mewl such addicting sounds he’ll never tire of, tasting the product of the hard work you did today with your father. His best friend.
His best friend, who-
“He should be back any minute now,” you say breathily as Joel drops down to the ground, his knees cracking from the sudden change.
Joel is desperate. Frantic, even. The speed he unbuttons and unzips your jeans and yanks them—underwear included—off of you has your hands flying to grasp at the edge of the workbench you’re sitting on. “Don’t care,” he says, inhaling in a breath, inhaling your arousal. “Need to fuckin’ taste you.”
Your father’s car crapped out on him a few days ago, and being the untrustful man he was, he bought the parts that needed replacing to do it himself. He had you working on his car with him, teaching you what to do if you were ever stuck in a similar situation—”It ain’t worth the bill, takin’ it to them mechanics. It’ll cost ya an arm and a leg just for them to diagnose your car’s issue even if you tell ‘em ya know what’s wrong, never mind actually fixin’ it,” he said to you this morning.
As soon as your father left, Joel was making his way to you, large strides cutting the time in half. His arms wrapped around your waist, picking you up from the seat you were situated on and lifted you to the bench against the wall behind you. His lips were on yours immediately, open-mouthed and needy. His hand slammed onto the black button beside your head, the garage door sliding down thereafter.
Joel grabbed onto your thighs, settling them onto his broad shoulders, stabling you and opening you up to him all in one. Wasting no time, his entire face dives into you, tongue immediately going to your sobbing entrance, hooked nose pushing directly onto your clit.
“Fuck,” you gasp out loud, “Joel, oh my god,” your head hitting the wall, eyes rolling back.
The moans you’re feeding Joel has him groaning into you, his hands tightening his grip on the bottom of your thighs, the dull ache of it an indicator that you’ll have bruises forming within the hour.
His tongue—god, you love his tongue—always reaches places you never thought was possible, offering you a glimpse into Heaven each time he tastes you. The squelch of your pussy and his groans equivalent to that of an angel’s choir. You never want him to stop. Especially because his mouth is the closest to Heaven either of you will ever get.
Your hole begins to flutter around his tongue, your slick pouring out of you at this point. You’re close. Joel knows it. His tongue leaves your hole and is quickly replaced by two of his fingers, sliding in with ease because of your level of arousal. His tongue meets your clit, licking and circling and absolutely worshiping it as if it’s the most unique of pearls to ever exist.
The combination of his fingers and his tongue—plus his whimpers—are what do it for you. After a few more circles from his tongue, you’re cumming and you’re cumming hard, your liquids running down his wrist and soaking the rim of his sleeve. He gives one last suck to your clit before he lifts off of it, tilting his head up to watch you come undone, his fingers never pausing as he works you through your climax.
“Baby,” you’re whining, reaching that point of oversensitivity with his fingers, but your hips betray you as they grind into his hand.
“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, gauging the contradictions of your body’s needs and wants. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, greedily sucking them into his mouth, not letting a drop of your liquid gold go to waste.
He stands at full height again, his hands on your thighs to scoot you back from the edge, giving you more stability, so he can let go of you and take his flannel off so he can wipe you down with it.
He sets his flannel beside you, reaching for your bottoms on the ground. He puts them back on you, gentle as ever, and guides you off the bench—albeit, on some wobbly legs. Once you’re breathing returns to semi-normal, you’re grabbing him by his t-shirt and pulling him in for a heady kiss. Your tongue breaches his mouth, and he lets you in selfishly, sucking on your tongue for anything more you can give him. You taste yourself on him, tangy with a hint of something that lights your neurons on fire, turning you on more even though he just pulled one of the most draining of orgasms out of you.
Joel pulls away from you, and like clock work, the garage door is whirring open. Your father. He’s walking up the driveway with a Harbor Freight bag.
“Got what you needed?” you immediately ask, trying to control the topic of conversation.
“Yeah. Why’d you close the garage?”
Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before going back to normal. “The heat was getting a little much. Was gonna open it up when you got back,” you say.
He nods his head, then looks to Joel. “Hey, bud,” he says as he sets his bag down, walking up to give his best friend a handshake. “What’re ya doin’ here?” he asks, “Not that ya need a reason, of course,” he adds quickly, a light chuckle leaves his mouth.
“Just thought I’d swing by. Thought your girl here was workin’ on your car all by herself, was gonna make sure the damage was minimal,” he teases, looking at you with a wink. “But now you’re here,” Joel smiles. “I gotta take a leak anyhow, I’ll see y’all later, yeah?” Joel says as he makes his way to the end of your garage.
Your father offers a quick yeah, his eyes zoning in on the flannel atop his workbench. Before you can stop him, your father grabs it. “Oh, Joel, don’t forget ya flannel,” he says waving it in the air as he lightly jogs to him before he gets too far. Joel’s face immediately flushes, as pale as if he’s seen a ghost, as he realizes what your father is holding. His eyes dart to you, your expression just as traumatized.
“Oh, y-yeah,” Joel says as he quickly takes it in his grasp, “T-thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem,” he says as he begins walking back to you, stopping midway to turn back to Joel. “And Joel?” your dad yells out.
Joel turns around, reluctant.
“Maybe lay off on the flannels during the summer, yeah?? That shit was soaked in sweat!” Your father says as his laugh grows to an uncontrollable level.
Joel’s jaw drops to the floor as your face turns to absolute terror.
“Dad!” you exclaim, absolutely stunned at his comment. “I’m done helping you for the day,” you say as you shake your head, gathering your things and heading inside.
Your dad’s laugh turns into a howl at your reaction, not realizing (thankfully) what’s got you so uncomfortable.
As soon as you make it to your room, the entirety of the situation finally hits you, and you’re gasping for air at how hard you’re laughing.
As you lay on your bed to try to calm yourself down, your phone rings. It’s Joel. Your laughter immediately starts back up again, and you answer, skipping all forms of introduction.
“Better lay off the flannels, Miller,” you say, barely able to keep it together by the end of your comment.
“Shut up,” he says, stoic as ever.
A giggle erupts out of you, causing the biggest of butterflies to flutter all throughout his belly. “Can I come over later?”
“I was expectin’ you to, darlin’.”
End note: I'm sure there are a few fics out there with a premise similar to this, of reader doin some ✨things✨ with dbf!joel in reader’s dad’s garage 🫣 — I think it's pretty common given that Joel is a pretty laborious kinda guy, so if you've read anything similar, please share them in the comments or message me them! I'd love to read them and also give credit where credit is due. This fic fandom we've created is about spreading creativity, and that's exactly what I would like to do here. :)
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A little about me…
I'm a young writer who has a passion for rewriting stories in their image and completely changing the plot of them into a contorted mess of comedic-psychological dramas, and especially urban fantasy.
I hate getting into conflicts, so please do not come to me with the intent of pulling you out of one. I will, however, comfort you on the flip side, just please ask first!
I am extremely passionate about the art of character writing and design; I adore customising characters as much as possible. I will edit parts about my lifestyle just to further adjust to my work, including but not limited to keeping a dream journal to remember concepts from my sleep, donning the American, UK, and Icelandic keyboards on my phone for immersive writing, writing ballads and poems for just about any occasion, and designing outfits and drinks based upon various fictional characters.
To clarify, I try to keep a healthy bond with my writing.
I do not let fiction overwhelm reality, and I take the required breaks needed. I understand these characters are not real, but allow myself to fall into their shoes in the form of roleplay and longing daydreaming. I am cautious about my passion, and keep my real life separate from another that belongs to another world, permanently divided from this one.
I also have a fascination with psychology, and the wonders of the human brain. Though I particularly am fond of the works of trauma and stress response, I also enjoy the science behind mind works and pattern-solving, as well as the limits of human intelligence and instinct.
I'm a big fan of aesthetics; sleepycore, icepunk, ocean grunge, and dark academia are a few that come to mind. I love exploring the highs and lows of childhood, as well as the depths of winter, the ocean, and the educative-sense of libraries.
My favourite palettes consist of muted colours, greys, blues, purples, browns, and lowly saturated greens. I also like pastel colours, consisting of lavender, periwinkle, olives, and baby blues.
I'm also obsessed with dreams, adoring the concept of an ethereal realm just beyond our minds that we glimpse into, every single night. I have a talent for vivid, coherent dreams, and recurring characters stationed in them every night.
My favourite animals consist of bats, sheep, African wild dogs, bearded dragons, caribou, leafy seadragons, takins, and cats of any kind. I love zoology, and have a lot of interesting animal facts at my disposal.
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bi john moodboard for @itsparagonhell!
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#chungus makes a thing#pride month moodboards#bi pride aesthetic#john tag#i love him AND im bi so this was excellent#this ends the pride moodboards!! thank you all so so much for your requests i#am SO glad to have done them#maybe ill do these again next year? or any time?? they were an awesome experience#once again: THANK YOU ALL! and im takin a weekend break ;D#damn i love my drunk science dad
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12.28.17 - ventured out to cash in those book store gift cards from xmas ✨ ft. my fav mug
#im takin a lil break on the 100dop until school starts again 💕#studyblr#litblr#literature#astronomy#study aesthetic#classic#studyspo#study motivation#o
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could i get an aesthetic for Marty Mcfly from Back to the Future if its not too much trouble?
yeah!! i hope it looks okay, it’s been a little while since i’ve seen the movie ~ mod kano
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Pastel gothy gorl It isn't really goth I know but I mean I like how it turned out
#takin a break for tonight#I sketched out the rest of em and Ima do line art tomorrow#night pals~!#random oc#aesthetic#pastel goth#my art
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Bucky Barnes - jealousy, jealousy
A/N & WC - I am not trying to pretend I am Olivia Rodrigo at all: total credit for all songs and lyrics used here goes to her and her team. No disrespect is meant towards her. I do not own the songs, I also do not own the characters I’m writing these blurbs for. Please read the preface. 1.6k.
Warnings - self deprecation, allusions to body dysmorphia, insecurity swearing.
He arrives like a ghost, his presence unannounced, unnoticed until I turn on my heel and spot a shadow. His metal arm catches in the dimming light. He’s holding a tissue, dabbing his forehead with it, and I assume he’s just been sparring with someone in the training room.
“How did you—”
“Sam. Steve. FRIDAY.” I nod knowingly. “I was waiting through Thor’s session. He’s a bit…”
“Of a himbo? Yes,” I agree, smiling. “How you doin’ James?”
His sigh shifts the cushions around him, so he makes himself comfy with some shuffling, and only moves forwards when I begin to pour him a mug of tea. I shake my head; he smiles gratefully.
“I’m ok… takin’ it day by day.”
“That’s all you can do, Buck.”
My fingers skim his as I pass him a mug, settling beside him on the couch. Leaning into his warmth is instinctive.
“What about you? How’re you holding up?” he asks, his voice a little gruff.
“I’m…” I trail off, my eyes fluttering as I ferret for the right word before deciding he’d rather know the truth, “great. I mean I’m still healing, but I wrote these songs, and that really helped me. I just wanna help you how you helped me.”
He smiles sadly, his flesh hand snaking around my knee. His next words are a broken whisper. “I know about you and Stephen.”
“But Bucky… you don’t like me that way.”
“I know.” His Brooklyn accent slips back into place when he’s talking from the heart. I’ve heard it a lot recently. “But I care about you. I just want you happy after the shit he pulled on you.”
“I am. I will be,” I promise. “This song… it’s one of them that isn’t exactly about the break up? But more about our shared mentality, everything we’ve gone through. It’s called ‘jealousy, jealousy.’ I hope you like it, because without you I wouldn’t have been able to write it.”
His dimples spring tears to my eyes. “If you wrote it, I already love it.”
He sips his tea, and lets go of me, allowing me to shuffle back to my seat, and collect my guitar. He’s patient while I plug it in and tinker around with the bass and volume knobs.
Once ready, I begin to pluck out a staccato quaver idea in the key of Bb minor. I’m not saying I hate this key, but I do wish I’d written it in D minor instead, to erase five flats from the signature.
My lyrics pick up on the second repeat.
‘I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room
'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true
With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies
Wish I didn't care.’
Bucky’s breathing is already faltering despite his superhuman strength. He had a small crisis after getting a smartphone, realising he was… chunkier than some of the bodybuilders plastered all over his instagram. He’s still not convinced he’s as handsome as they are, and he’s still concerned he doesn’t have the perfect masculine aesthetic body.
After my ex went to her, with the perfect hourglass silhouette and flowing, glossy blonde hair, too much money spent on orthodontics and plastic surgery, I went to that dark place within, doubting my own surface attractiveness before realising I’m drop dead, fuck off gorgeous, and it’s his loss if he can’t see that. I wouldn’t have been able to overcome it without Bucky and his openness, though. I owe a lot to him.
‘I know that beauty is not my lack
But it feels like that weight is on my back
And I can't let it go.’
When Buck is constantly compared to the American symbol of masculinity and attraction for the past eighty years, a heavy burden falls on his shoulders. Sure, maybe he isn’t as lean or quite as tall as Steve, but he’s a stunning man. Tabloids make articles studying his muscle mass, comparing him to sightings of the Winter Soldier over the years. How can anyone let their insecurities go with that happening? Everything about my own turmoil pales in comparison.
He sips from his mug thoughtfully.
‘Co-comparison is killin' me slowly
I think, I think too much
'Bout kids who don't know me.’
A lot of my fears, as I expressed to James, stemmed from what his friends used to say about me, comparing me to their girlfriends. Before long, I was doing it to myself. I spoke to him about it before the breakup but only afterwards did he open up to me about his feelings and insecurities. The people who scrutinise him don’t know him, and the girls I compared myself to don’t know me. Looks aren’t everything, and without Bucky, I might still be stuck in a superficial rut.
‘I'm so sick of myself
I'd rather be, rather be
Anyone, anyone else
But jealousy, jealousy
Started followin' me.’
I implement a riff on my final word to draw the syllable out. My words ring true, though, and I see Bucky's blue eyes twinkling, his head shaking in recognition. We drank together until early morning, deprecating ourselves, expressing elements we hated, the jealousy haunting us until we fell asleep for the rest of the day, only to find, once we woke up, that we didn’t hate ourselves as much anymore. Bucky started to accept himself, stopped wanting to be someone else as much. I may get sick of myself, but never of Bucky and the ways he’s helped me.
‘And I see everyone gettin' all the things I want
And I'm happy for them, but then again, I'm not
I can't stand it, oh, God, I sound crazy.’
I know I’m a Stark, I know I’m a spoiled brat with more money than God, but I still have problems, I still get my heart broken. And Bucky, growing up through the war not well off, losing years of his life and being subjected to only God knows what. He has no reason to be happy for others if something doesn’t go his way, and I’m glad he told me about this when it mattered most. Perspective is key. He taps his forehead twice, and between lines, I do the same.
‘Their win is not my loss
I know it's true
But I can't help gettin' caught up in it all.’
Bucky said that to me once. “Their win isn’t your loss, Doll. Don’t get caught.” and it was before everything kicked off. His wink carries a sad undertone, signalling that he’s only just understanding how much his words have stuck with me. I want to say something to him but I don’t. I just continue plucking at my strings as I repeat the chorus, and head into the bridge.
‘All your friends are so cool, you go out every night
In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life
Got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend, too
I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you.’
His metal arm is the fuel to Bucky’s fire of insecurity, something I could never imagine. He hates having a prosthetic, and the body image issues it gives him are indescribable. The only fight Bucky and I have ever had is when he said those exact words to me when I thought my problems were the end of the world. He apologised afterwards, but I told him resolutely not to, because I needed some perspective. Everybody does. So even if I get jealous and insecure at times, I know I’m ok, thanks to Buck.
‘All I see is what I should be
Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy
All I see is what I should be
I'm losin' it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy.’
We’ve both carried a hell of a lot of jealousy for a long time, and I feel as though we can only shoulder past that, and come to accept ourselves, with the help of each other. His time in HYDRA won’t go away easily, but I’ll be his friend until he’s happier, and knows how loved he is, and that he shouldn’t be anything more than he already is.
A recitative type melody projects from my diaphragm, a shouting nature to my lyrics, carrying power both in word and emphasis. I feel like the repetition adds impact, my eyes closing and my fingers working on the strings from muscle memory alone as both Bucky and I sink into the emotions of the final chorus. I add ornaments: trills, glissandos, vibrato, riffs, just to vary the melody, some of the really high notes sung in head voice rather than belted at such a crucial part of the song. This pianissimo softness reaches a supported belt, though, by the very final line, my guitar strings vibrating. This contrasts with the final line, low and unaccompanied.
‘Started followin' me.’
His mug clinks on the glass table the second silence falls. That soft, Labrador-reminiscent, lopsided grin breaks out over his face as he holds his arms open for me, making grabby hands. I unplug my guitar and launch myself to him, sinking my fingers into his silky chocolate locks.
"'m proud-a you."
I cock my head at him, my brows knitting together. His laugh rumbles through me as his arms tie around my back, keeping me close.
"For never finishin' your verbs."
It's my turn to giggle, my head falling to the crook of his neck, listening to his heart beat.
“Thank you, Bean,” he whispers against the juncture of my shoulder and neck.
His words echo through my body like a prayer, “Thank you, Buck. You’ve helped me so much.”
He pulls away, his hair tickling my cheeks before cupping one in his flesh palm, warm and rough and so human. “You’ve helped me too. Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t,” I tell him. “I won’t.”
#ann's 3k sour blurb event#bucky#bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky fic#bucky barnes blurb#bucky blurb#bucky x female reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barns x you#bucky x reader#bucky imagine#james buchanan barnes#bucky x y/n#bucky fluff#bucky angst#bucky x you#james bucky barnes#james barnes
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Bowlingotter RE Village/RE8 Sentence Starters PT 1
(strap in folks cause this is going to have SO many parts. This playthrough is a goldmine for starters)
“I stalled as long as I could!”
“I could just talk it all out right now.”
“I’m ready ANY time.”
“Yo, she’s spooky.”
“I understood every word of that!”
“The music box grandma gave us for our wedding plays Thong Song.”
“We’re gonna die of an infection.”
“Someone’s very strong.”
“Check please!”
“Let’s stay here and cry until we can get some help.”
“Great, a brush, we can clean somebody to death!”
“Is it Jesús Christo?”
“Nobody wants a refreshing cold beverage in this cold weather!”
“Bad things happen there, I can tell.”
“I propose that we find a weapon.”
“I know how to solve mysteries, I can help.”
“The nerve!”
“Would you rather share an alcoholic beverage with a werewolf or a vampire?”
“I’m not about the vampire aesthetic.”
“Would you like a BudLite Limearita?”
“Now would be a really good time to run!”
“Well, this doesn’t really instill that much hope, does it?”
“This is nightmare fuel, my friends.”
“This is nightmare fuel.”
“I don’t know what that was, I was too busy screaming.”
“Jesus balls, what is that now!?”
“He’s mad that we won’t have a Limearita with him.”
“We’re stuck in a town being ravaged by werewolves. Like what the hell are we supposed to do!?”
“Kickin names, takin asses!”
“We killed the head werewolf, game over.”
“Can we just stand in the middle of the street and be like ‘[name]’!”
“Um, there are a lot of them.”
“*singsong* I am so worried you’re gonna get an infection!”
“Now we’re a powdered doughnut, and we blend in with the snow!”
“How are we not dead?”
“It is miraculous that you lived through that.”
“That was messed up.”
“Can I break it?”
“Now we’re gonna get haunted by ghosts and we’ve got werewolves up our behinds!”
“Thank me for making your life easier.”
“*trying not to curse* Ssshhakira had a song called Hips Don’t Lie and indeed they don’t.”
“Holler!”
“Is that you breathing?”
“It was a little like a Snakes On A Plane moment.“
“Put them in the thingy for the thingy because we got the thingy.”
“Is that a human heart? Wonderful.”
“This looks treacherous...”
“I was driving the other day and there were some geese that had NO chill.”
“Doesn’t this look KINDA suspicious?”
“There’s a lot of evil laughter.”
*loud maniacal laughter*
“It is kind of diabolical.”
“A lotta people died in here.”
“It’s way too quiet.”
“I’m into doors. We’re all discovering this right now.”
“Just carve an ass into it!”
“This is like the Haunted Mansion.”
“That was harrowing.”
“This is a horrible place.”
“I like meatballs.”
“Maybe the 90s adventure game in me does die after all.”
“What just happened!?”
“You all right over there? You okay, you gonna make it?”
“This is not the place to make, like, noises like that.”
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I know I asked one already today but what about slashers with a male SO? Like, a soft boy?
Y E S. I’m writing this one on my laptop (The first time I’ve done that!) so there will probably be a lot more information. Writing on my laptop just makes ideas flow better. Maybe I’ll do this from now on.
Slashers with a Soft Boy S/O
Michael Myers
Opposites attract- he’s obsessed with you. He values that you don’t feel like you have to follow the stereotyped gender norms. You’re different, and unique and absolutely adorable.
Every single instinct inside of him that usually screams ‘Kill kill kill!’ scream ‘Protect protect protect!’ and he likes the change. It’s also, in a way, similar to getting your parents approval- if the voices don’t want you dead than the two of you must be meant to be.
He also enjoys the contrast you two share. You’re kind, and you speak quietly and wear light coloured clothing. Meanwhile, he’s dark and brooding and the opposite of nice, preferring darkness and evil.
He appreciates your softness, it’s calming. After a long night of difficult hunting, he appreciates your love and affection.
His favourite thing is when you comb your fingers through his hair or pepper his face with kisses. He can feel vulnerable, he can let his walls down around you. That’s something he’s never had before.
His trust in you is absolute. You get to see his face, you get to hear his voice, you get to tell him what to do and you get to place whatever boundaries you want. He will respect them and you until the end of time.
Jason Voorhees
Soft boy? Yes please! If he was a human of normal shape, strength and lifestyle, he’d probably be a soft boy as well. He likes flowers and small animals and the quiet nature.
Speaking of flowers, he’ll want you to teach him how to make flower crowns. If you don’t know how, then you can learn together! Along with flower crowns he’ll also make any other gifts or pressed flowers for you that he can, collecting nice looking plants and pressing them to keep in a scrapbook he insists you keep.
Your calm mannerisms are a nice break. Like Michael, his days are usually filled with chaos, screams and bloodshed, so coming home to you curled up on the couch is amazing. He’ll pamper you, hugging you and playing with your hair.
He won’t let you stray too far from the house without him, afraid that you could get hurt- or spotted by other people who think you’re as cute as you are. He doesn’t want to be childish, but sharing is not something he’s willing to do.
His mother loves you too. You’re kind, and she knows you’d never ever be rude to him like this kids were all those years ago. She thinks you’re a perfect match for her boy.
He’ll do whatever you want- want to spend your evening reading? Sure! Maybe a movie? Okay. You’re so kind to him, you always get to pick how your days are spent. He never complains, he loves you too much for that.
Billy Loomis & Stu Macher
Billy, Stu and you are three points to a triangle. Billy is a bit of an edgelord, mysterious and threatening, while Stu is the definition of an energetic crackhead. You balance each other out- or maybe you create the perfect storm.
Billy is a calmer guy than most, so he likes to spend his free time hanging out with you in a chill environment, like watching a movie or something similar. Whether you chat quietly as you do or just enjoy each others company, he’ll be satisfied.
Stu, on the other hand, likes to cuddle, cracking jokes all the while. Again, he’s more energetic than Billy so calmer times like these are a break to you.
Billy likes to be big and strong, so having a softer S/O makes him feel like he needs to protect them. He’s clearly more than capable of it, too, so don’t ever worry about being in danger.
Stu is similar, but he’s more up front about it. If anyone even implies anything that he doesn’t like, he’ll call them out for it in a playful but clearly passive-aggressive way.
One of them will always be with you, yet most of the time it will be both of them. They’re attached to you and they aren’t subtle about it.
Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson
Danny will never call you by your real name, not when you’re as cute as you are. You’ll constantly be called things like ‘Sweetheart’ or ‘Honey’. He usually calls everyone nicknames like that, but now that you’re here, they’re for you and only you.
He’ll pull out his old, classic Polaroid camera since he thinks it matches perfectly with your whole soft boy aesthetic. He strings any good photos along the walls with fairy lights.
He likes to go out in public with you, flaunting his adorable S/O and waiting for people to send him jealous glances as if you’re the worlds greatest prize- which you are.
However, if anyone ever makes a move or compliments you he snaps and gets super territorial. God forbid anyone ever tried to take advantage of you. Their body would turn up days later for sure.
He’s pretty much an opposite of you, wearing dark clothes and loving dark comedy- and, of course, killing people. He thinks it’s cute that you love him so much when he’s so different from you.
He stares at you almost all the time. If you’re ever sitting on the couch, silent, not doing much and you look over at him, he’ll be looking right back at you already, a smirk splitting his features. ‘Just takin’ in the eye candy.’
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms is also a soft boy. He was more than surprised when you showed up as his nanny, but he fell in love with you the moment he realized how similar you were to him.
T e a p a r t i e s. If you act like him you must like the same things as him, so he won’t ever even ask. He’ll just... take your hand and drag you to the table where he’s already set out a teapot with some of his best tea inside. That’s the one thing he can make without wrecking it, and he makes it good.
He loves when you read to him in your calm, sweet voice, and swears he could listen to you forever.
He’ll trust you quicker than he’s ever trusted anyone, so he’ll use his normal voice and show his face quite often, either babying you or being babied, playing with your hair or having you play with his.
He’s a cuddle fiend, so he’ll cling to you all the time at random, hugging you for minimum 10 minutes whenever he gets in a clingy mood.
He’s so scared when you leave the house, afraid that you won’t come back (choosing not to or being stopped) so he’ll actually go into public with you. He hates it, but your calming energy makes him feel much more comfortable.
Norman Bates
Literal definition of soft boy (at least most days). He’s like your carbon copy, doing the things you do and acting the way you act.
He’s a poor nervous little guy, so he’s never too keen on PDA, but he’ll hold your hand and try to be confident while doing so. He’ll also apologize a million times, saying that he really want to hug you but he’s just too scared.
If you are ever threatened he’ll go crazy, snapping much more common than he normally would. He tries to keep it under control, but in the right environment and with the right scenario he’ll go crazy and beat the offender to a pulp- or to death, sometimes. Eek.
After his explosive episodes, he’ll feel so bad for potentially scaring you. He’ll hug you tightly and he’ll promise he won’t let it happen again. You both know he can’t control it, but these promises soothe both him and you.
He’s usually always working, cleaning, etc. but with you he’ll take a step back and relax with you when he almost never does.
The best at making you feel perfect. He’ll compliment you every second he can, kissing your hands and cheeks and nose. you can also see the pure unadulterated love in his eyes.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent l o v e s you so much, you’re just the type of person he needs in his life. You’re so sweet and kind to him, which counter’s Bo’s snappiness, while you’re also very calm and soothing, a good counter to Lester’s high energy.
He’ll teach you how to sculpt like he can as best as possible, spending hours standing behind you and guiding your hands over his work-in-progress.
He enjoys towering over you, making him feel big and strong- again, the opposite of how Bo makes him feel. you give him a purpose, he feels useful when here’s there to protect you.
He’ll soak up any praise you give him, returning it full-force in the form of flowers, wax gifts, and stuff he’s scavenged off of tourists. He knows he’ll never be able to repay you for all you do for him but he’ll sure as hell try his best.
He refuses to kill in front of you. From time to time Bo will drag an unconscious (but still breathing) victim down into the basement for him to wax alive so the form is easier to get right, but Vincent will usher you out of the room so you don’t see the body or the following process. It’ll taint your perfect personality.
He soothes his insomnia simply by looking at you. Your calmness lets him know that everything is okay, and sleep comes easier when your nestled against his side snoring gently.
Bo Sinclair
Bo thinks its hilarious and impossible that you ever fell for him, a big, dangerous man with no sense of mercy. It’s also strange that he fell for you, since no one else had ever caught his eye before.
He trusts you not to run to the police, and by god you’d never even try. He thanks whatever god may be listening for the gift that is your love, wondering every single day how he got so lucky.
Your softness is foreign to him but once he gets used to it he noticed that it’s slightly similar to how Vincent acts. He is soothed by the familiarity that this realization brings.
He’ll want nothing more than to cuddle you day and night, but he knows he has to work so he’ll request that you work with him to keep him company. He also wants to keep an eye on you but would never admit to that. It’s not like he’s always terrified for your well being or anything baka
On days where he feels extra sweet he’ll make you breakfast and ask for Lester to pick up some flowers from the nearest town, wanting to make you feel special since he doesn’t ever have the chance to shower you with the love he wants to.
He’ll never believe that you know he loves you, he’ll always doubt it, and he’ll always claim he needs to show you better. Whatever gifts he can get his hands on go to you.
Lester Sinclair
Your softness is something he’s never properly seen before. He’s curious to learn about every single one of your likes and dislikes, and soon enough he knows every little thing about you.
He won’t have any spare cash- he uses it all to buy you things or to gather things for a nice date. His favourite, as I’ve said in other headcanons, are picnics at night in the bed of his truck, staring up at the stars.
If you’re ever in his truck with him while he’s working, when driving down the road, if he ever sees some pretty flowers he’ll pull over just to pick them for you, tucking them behind your ear or bundling them into a bouquet.
He treats you like glass. Even though he isn’t strong and would never accidentally hurt you, he is scared anyways.
He’ll hold your hand and kiss your knuckles whenever he’s got the chance.
Whenever Bo yells at him, your soothing voice calms him right back down. It’s so soft and gentle he can’t stay sad or angry, so he gives into the smile trying to crawl onto his face at the sound of it.
Bubba Sawyer
You’re everything he wishes he could be. He tries to be soft and gentle in nature as not to scare people (unless he’s trying to of course) but he’s just too tall and burly to do so.
He’ll try to examine how you act, incorporating it into his own actions so he can seem more like you and less intimidating. It doesn’t help much but it’s endearing that he wants to be so much like you.
Despite Drayton’s shouting and demanding he still clips sunflowers to gift to you, and you have so many sunflower-crowns, wilted and new. He also presses and dries flowers for you.
Your softness completely contrasts the chaos of his life. His brothers, all three of them, are loud, energetic, and obnoxious, but you’re the polar opposite, the calm within the storm. You make every day worth living.
You’re so sweet towards all of his siblings despite how difficult they can be, and it warms his bog ‘ol heart.
P R O T E C T. He’ll sacrifice his own life to save you, and when your life is on the line, depending on the day he can act two ways- p a n i c, where he loses track of himself and freaks out, or c a l m, where he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing at all times, and acts with strange precision and determination.
Thomas Hewitt
You are as different from him as one could get. You remind him of his mother, and he loves you just as much as he loves her. He likes standing beside you and seeing how different he is from you.
He’ll try to imagine the two of you with swapped personalities, where he’s the soft one and you’re the big scary one. He can’t imagine it no matter how hard he tries.
He’ll ask you every day if you actually choose to be with him, and when you say yes he gets just as happy and giddy as always.
He’ll collect things off of victims to gift to you in exchange for your ‘adorableness’, as he puts it.
He won’t let anyone get too close to you- not even his brothers, only his mother. The same goes for victims. Anyone who gets even a step too close to his basement gets a quick mallet to the head. He won’t take any chances.
He gets a n g r y when anyone says anything remotely bad about you. That goes for his brothers as well. He’s usually a pushover, obedient, but if they so much as say your name in the wrong tone he’ll snap and turn into a menacing beast not to be messed with.
Billy Lenz
S o f t b o y ? Y e s
He cherishes you more than any other slasher here. You aren’t a rude asshole like most of the people he’s seen in his life, you’re so perfect and different and fantastic.
He’s a soft boy too, so he’ll ask you to play with his hair while he plays with yours, like some sort of two-sided braid train. Speaking of which- braid this poor boys messy hair, he loves it.
No attic for you >:{ it’s too dark, you could hurt yourself! He doesn’t want that, it would be his worst nightmare to lose you! After explaining why you can’t go in the attic he’ll start crying simply because of the thought of losing you.
You’ll have to cuddle him lots or else he’ll cry. This little dude is a cry baby, but like all cry babies he just needs love. Lots and lots of endless love.
He will never want you leaving the house because he can’t go with you, and he gets lonely very quickly. Before you met he was always lonely, but now that he knows he has someone to love and spend time with the loneliness is amplified tenfold.
Leslie Vernon
You’re the cutest!! He appreciates every little thing about you, and analyzes you in the beginning of your relationship to learn every tiny thing you do. All your quirks, traits and nervous tics are imprinted in his mind.
He knows your daily routine and lines his up with yours so he can keep an eye on you at all times. He knows you can handle yourself but he enjoys every little thing you do and wants to see you at all times in your natural environment.
He likes to plan his hunts with you at his side to talk to him about anything you want, even if it has nothing to do with what he’s planning. Your whole aura gives him energy and creativity since you’re so different from what he’s used to.
He makes sure never to involve you with his killing, afraid that it could be traced back to you and get you sent to jail. Even if he got caught, you would still live your normal life and that’s comfort enough for him to go on.
Always missing you, every second of the day. It’s like he can’t breathe the air if you aren’t breathing it too.
He is in love with every little thing you do, trailing off mid-sentence and getting distracted by your stunning eyes or heart-stopping smile.
Pyramid Head
YOU ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM HIM AND HES SO IN LOVE WITH IT.
As far back as he can remember everything has been dark and scary. You don’t belong in a dark world like this, but here you are, with him of all people! The scariest, most dangerous one here, but you have him basically purring like a kitten, putty in your hands.
Nothing even thinks to mess with you since P.H. is never far away. You basically own the place, and no matter how nice you are to all the beasts they’re all still terrified of you and the promise of death hanging around with you in the form of an S/O.
He wishes you were in a happier place than this. You don’t deserve the fear and danger, you deserve a perfect life where you’re treated like you deserve to be treated. He feels so bad that you’re stuck here too.
The rage inside of him gets to be too much sometimes, but he’s always soothed by your presence alone, the sound of your voice washing away any negative emotions.
Huge separation issues. He doesn’t know why but he can’t be away from you for long or he’ll break down.
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Sitting Room #1 (12/31/2020)
Click here if you’re like “what the heck is this about?”
Alastor decides that today is a good day to lay on top of a piano and sing. Valera @autokrates decides to accompany by playing the piano. Angel @sluttyspiderpolkacock plummets out of the sky and kills Alastor in one shot.
Alastor
What do we have here!
Alastor's been wandering the estate scouting out sources of entertainment—when he crosses paths with a sitting room stocked with a gorgeous grand piano. Entertainment located.
He trots over, plays a few keys to make sure it's in tune, considers his options, and then hops up to sit on top of the piano. Nice! Sturdy. He lays down on the piano.
What kind of song is appropriate to play while laying on a piano?
He thinks for a moment; then summons up his microphone, kills the lights, sends his shadow to play a dramatic arpeggio, rolls dramatically onto his back, and sings into the mic, "At first I was afraid~ I was petrified~"
Valera
Valera was happily sitting in the gardens, enjoying the ocean breeze of their home planet, the rustling of the leaves and the perfume of the flowers. It was only them and their thoughts out here.
How serene, how calm. You'd never guess their house was full of overpowered sinners hiding from a mass execution. All their fears were assuaged, not a single of the myriad of terrible incidents they'd expected had come to pass...
Wait. Was that... The opening bars for I Will Survive? Was that *Alastor* they saw through the gauzy curtains?
Fuck being alone with their thoughts, they *had* to get in on that good time. Hope Alastor doesn't mind if they hop right through an open window to offer some backing brass for his piano!
Alastor
Alastor sits up when the room is suddenly invaded—oh, how wonderful! There aren’t all that many places where you can start a musical number and fitting musical accompaniment just barges in! He’d thought he’d have to summon up his own private brass band.
Hand on his chest and hamming up as much as he can, he goes on, “Kept thinking *I* could never *live* without you *by my side*~”
Valera
Look at the man go, Gloria Gaynor would be proud. They plop themselves down next to his shadow on the bench, humming along under their breath while they ready themselves for their cue. In fact, while they're here...
A twitch of a fin, and a hazy amber spotlight flickers into existence to shine down on Alastor. There, mood lighting for the star of the show. Nothing but the best for a guest!
Alastor
Oh! Look at that! Proper lighting! They could be in Hell’s finest jazz club. Alastor’s really warming to his new role as a diva. “But then I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong~ I learned how to get along~”
He winks at Valera—time to really let loose—and belts out, “And now you’re *back*, from *outer space*—!”
Angel
Shielding his face from the glass, Angel continues to fall as he wildly fishes through his fluff for the charm Valera gave him for emergencies. It was so nice ( for his once human aesthetic appreciation ) that he told himself he'd never have to use it.
Then again, putting himself in this predicament wasn't exactly a conscious decision of his either. Making a clean enough break to salvage as he fell to his certain death was an unorthodox placement of priorities, but time was wasting. SOMETHING flashed before his eyes.
_ " ... And now you're **back!** From **outer space - !** " _
_Alastor...? I thought this was gonna be takin' me to Valer -_
And DOWN he sailed like a crimson comet into a cacophonous landing of glass, rattling keys, strings, once immaculately polished wood, and ( 1 ) local Radio Demon. A singular beat of moaning and groaning before he locked eyes with the island's Hostess with the Galactic Mostest and sprung to his feet, hip popped and arms dramatically jazzed.
" CIAO, MI LUCE DEI MIEI OTTO OCCHI ~ !! How's my BABY ~ ? "
Valera
An inhale as Valera prepares to start laying into the trumpet, smiling around the mouthpiece as Alastor belts out the lyrics. An inhale, and-- uh oh.
A tingle runs up their spine, eyes widening as they drop the instrument and jolt to their feet. Too late for any warning, here comes Angel, streaking from the ceiling in a blaze of glory and glass and splinters flying up from the shattered remains of their poor undeserving piano. They'd be more upset if they weren't immediately distracted by Angel Dust's darling voice.
Beaming fin to fin, Valera lunges forward to wrap their arms around their friend, tail all awiggle behind them as they bury their face in tit fluff. "Il mio amore! Mio caro! I'm so glad you could make it! Seapup is doing great, he'll be over the moon to see you here." A happy sigh, and they look up at Angel through his fluff and purr... Wait. Shit. Pull back, they have to peer around him to the wreck of the piano where their diva had once been.
"Alastor, do you need a medic?"
Alastor
Of all the ways to go, Alastor wasn’t expecting a meteor made out of red velvet.
And then the meteor climbs off of him and starts speaking Italian.
Alastor blinks up at the ceiling, half-dazed. “Probably, but that’s never stopped me before.” He sits up gingerly, leveraging himself out of the pile of devastated piano. “You know—I actually came to this universe to *avoid* getting murdered by an angel.”
Angel
It was very possible to not have enough arms with which to hug a dear friend, even when you had six. Angel gave her a big squeeze, tight enough to momentarily lift clawed feet from the floor as he nuzzled his face between her horns.
" GREAT! Place blew like ya wouldn't BELIEVE, Babe. Emergency getaway fa SURE ~ " he sang with a flash of an open palm of charm debris, which would promptly disappear into his fluff before he swept his cloak behind him.
" ALASTOR! THERE ya went! " Angel extended his hands to offer some help. " Ya ok? Sorry about that, uh, sudden change a plans. "
Valera
Oh to be a fish wrapped in the arms of a spider. What warmth, what comfort. A few seconds of bliss leave Valera's hearts feeling ready to melt, what could be better! A mental note to see about getting Angel Dust another charm, and she moves around to look Alastor over from a barely respectful distance. Poor thing got GOT.
Alastor
He sure did get got. He actually takes Angel’s hand to help haul himself up. “It’s not the change of plans I mind so much as your choice of landing pad!” Audience laughter. He cracks his back a few odd angles, then straightens out and starts brushing himself off. “You were at some big overlord shindig, weren’t you? Did the exterminators get in?” Oh, wouldn’t that be a delightful way to ring in the new year, getting rid of that rotten lot. The only overlords he cared about were either not the type to go to such a party or else excluded from the exterminations anyway. “Glad *you* made it out.”
Angel
" Uh... " It was settling in little by little, now. The foreboden consequences of his actions. " Yeah! They did! Uh, I wouldn't check into the place right now! Y'know, signals goin' haywire, S. O. S. 's off the shitshow... Thinkin' of it's givin' ME a headache, so I can't IMAGINE what it'd be doin' t' YOU, Smiles... Lucky ME though, ah? " _He used to be a much better liar._ Angel's ceaselessly sheepish smile left little to be assumed. Knowing this, he whipped back towards Valera, arms wildly animated as ever. " SO! How's e'ryone holdin' up over here? " He started a strut about the room, testing the soreness of his leading leg. " Ya DO have room fa one more in this fancy schmancy pad, yeah? "
Valera
She steps back, satisfied that Alastor wasn't about to keel over dead, and reaches out to take two of Angel's hands in hers to squeeze. Friend is here, nothing else matters yet! Even if the way he's acting is super sus, he's probably in shock from his DYNAMIC ENTRY to an ALIEN PLANET. That's the story she's sticking with until proven otherwise. Nobody needs that stress.
"Everyone's doing great, Angel! We've got four different Alastors, two Pentiouses, and we haven't even had any..." A glance towards her ex-piano. Another glance towards the radio demon brushing himself off. "... *Major* damage! I'll show you your room, if you want!"
Alastor
“No major damage *yet,* anyway! There’s still time to knock down a lighthouse or two!” He sounds absolutely gleeful.
At the moment, he doesn’t trust Angel at all. The dramatic entrance is perfectly fine, of course—he’d do no less himself—it’s this *insistence* that Alastor not check in on their universe. He absolutely needs to check in on it, as soon as possible.
But he’d rather hear about it from Angel first.
Not in front of their host, though. For the moment, he continues quietly straightening out his clothes and bones.
Angel
" PROPERTY DAMAGE ~ " he sang with a playful swing of their clasped hands, " Ain't a party wit'out a HEFFER of a BILL... " Angel then shadowed Valera's glances. Might be true of _some_ places, but certainly not HERE, his best friend's grand estate they've opened to such a handful of sinners out of the goodness of their heart.
" Sorry... about ya piano, though. I'll get ya a new one! " _No, you won't._ " I've got connections! " _Not anymore._ " Might not 'ave any special Veci designin' on it, but I'll do ya good! " _You just made THE worst mistake of your life. You're fresh OUT of GOOD._
**_YOU'RE never gonna know peace AGAIN._**
" I'm ON YA TAIL. Lead the way ~ " Angel belted playfully with a brush of those flickering fins and a glance back at Alastor. " Ya all good, there? If y'all wanna finish ya song later, I've got m'strings on me ~ "
Valera
"What, you want to replace my piano?" She scoffs, arms reaching up to give Angel's shoulders a gentle squeeze before dropping down to twine a hand with his. "Darling. Mio caro, I don't care about that old thing. You're alive! You made it here! You're in one piece! That's all that matters to me."
Trilling cheerfully, she rocks in place. Hand in hand with her best friend, safe in her home, decidedly not murdered by Heaven's dogs. The ominous stress could come later, for now she had to be a host. "We'll get you set up with a room, get you a warm meal, and then we can all play some music together, since you've so *generously* offered. Sound good to you two?"
Alastor
"Considering what happened the last time I tried to sing it, I think continuing 'I Will Survive' would be tempting fate." He plays the whistling sound of a falling missile and a distant explosion. "You don't both need me there to assign a room, do you? Perhaps I should head down to the kitchen and get that warm meal going!" Angel certainly hadn't gotten anything to eat at that big overlord function, Alastor would bet anything on that.
Angel
Angel clung to Valera's words and the way she fussed over him with such tender loving care like a lifeline. _This_ was what he deserved, ( wasn't it? ) He planted a kiss off her temple and smiled meekly. " Sounds good t' me! But uh, " he started with a sweep of a free arm in Alastor's direction, " Ya just gonna up an' be a host e'rywhere ya go? Valera ain't got this place staffed better than ours so you can chill? I'm already here, an' no one CRASHES as hard as ME ~ "
Valera
"Oh, I don't know, Alastor. Maybe tempting fate is where the REAL entertainment is."
Valera snorts, idly plucking a few stray splinters off of Angel's fluff. "I'm pretty sure I'd have to hold him at gunpoint to keep Alastor out of the kitchen. And unlike you, I simply don't have enough arms to keep all four in check. You might as well accept your fate of trying alien cuisine prepared by the radio host himself."
Alastor
“TEMPTING fate, sure! But it loses some of its charm when fate succumbs to temptation and pile drives me!” He pauses thoughtfully. “Although ‘falling man lands on innocent grand piano’ is a delightfully ironic twist, isn’t it?”
He flings an arm around Angel’s shoulders. “You’d rather have me cooking, anyway! Valera’s helpfully provided a list of Veci recipes that are *edible* to humans—but I’ve been tweaking them to make them *palatable* to humans.” Palatable by Alastor’s standards, anyway, which are either “freakishly high” or “raw bloody meat” with basically nothing in between.
Angel
Angel combed some more splinters from his chest with his hand before abruptly bending his knees to level with Alastor's pull. " Guinea piggin' it is, then! I don't think ya ever made anythin' I passed on. " Raw bloody meat included. _Everything_ was appetizing after a hard day's work. " DO ya worst ~ " With a pat of his back, he again took Valera's hand. " I'll sample the edible stuff anyways, t' compare an' not let all ya hard work go wastin' ~ "
Valera
Gods, Angel was comically tall compared to the other two, it was easy to forget that the spindly spider was slouching all the time. She purrs and gives Angel's hand a squeeze, bumping her nose to his cheek in the approximation of a kiss. "You're a peach."
A moment, and she turns to lead Angel away. So much to do! Did she have brushes..? Yes, she could brush him off, make sure he was splinter free without needing a whole shower... Don't mind her, she's already ten steps ahead trying to figure out how many extra pillows she should put on his bed.
Alastor
“Sample shmample! You’re getting a full plate. I’ll bet the closest thing you got to a proper meal at that party of yours was an olive in your martini.” He half-bows in farewell, and leaves them to head for the kitchen.
Angel
_Well he wasn't WRONG._ If memory served him, that last shot wasn't meant for his taking, either. Lightly chewing the inside of his cheek, he gave Alastor a shallow curtsy and fell into Valera's stride.
" So ~ ! " Angel whistled as he panned his sights over the architecture and decor of the hallway, affectionately hooking his arms about Valera's elbow and shoulders. " How big IS this place? I been t' Hell's palace fa a job before, but if I learned ANYTHIN' about VECI... " He snorted to himself before he could even finish his joke. " Y'all's style is... _outta this world ~_ "
Valera
Valera saunters along, an arm looping around Angel in return to give him the gentlest squeeze. "That joke was *terrible*, darling. As far as the estate goes? Fifty bedrooms, twenty of which are meant for guests, twenty nine for staff, and then the master bedroom. Though I'd call it more of a master apartment, the previous owner sure liked having plenty of space to themselves."
The size of the place was really one of the reasons Val barely ever visited this place, too much room. But that made it perfect for this visit. Space, isolation, plenty of areas for sinners to hide away if they needed privacy... And bedrooms big enough for the stupidly tall sinners to feel comfortable in. Here's Angel's! A twelve by ten four poster bed, white marble and gold from floor to ceiling, a balcony suitable for any necessary brooding or swooning over a sea view... Just what a spider needed. Plus a tiny orange ball comfortably sleeping in the middle of that luxurious bed, but don't mind him.
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stardew is pretty good!!! super super time consuming... literally every time ive played on my switch ive clocked 3 hours in it. in just one sitting 😞 youve played acnh??!!! its been pretty grindy to me lately so ive kinda been takin a break but!! do u wanna be friends on the switch!!!!
n that makes sense ill try that!! ive just kinda been vibin in hateno(??) village recently... that kinda area?? i didnt know how- wait hold on i have an idea nvm opening botw rn 🏃♀️
n thats fair!!!! n ok ive heard of sea of thieves but i dont really know the premise?? i mean pirates right? but like- idk whfkfmshjd
I like grinded the crap out of ACNH when it first came out for like 3 fucking months or so and then I haven't touched it since 😭 I did so much work on my island and then took a big break lol
And Hateno village is literally where I am rn on my new run through, I really like the music there
And I wouldn't mind adding you on switch!! I'll get my friend code in a bit bed is comfy uwu
And Sea of Thieves is like SUPER fun if you know what to expect, it's basically pirate and you do everything on the ship from moving the sails, raising them lowering them, turning them, steering the ship/shooting the cannons and stuff as well as gathering materials in case other players try to mess with you but you essentially just pirate for the aesthetic since that's all there really is in the game lol there's no like upgrades or anything just different cosmetics and titles 😅 I recently hit pirate legend on SoT so I've been playing nonstop cause I gotta flex on the other pirates lmao
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Things I’ve Said: [Prototype] (Some Spoilers)
Hello all you amazing gamers and non gamers! [Prototype], and I can say this with no regrets, is one of my favorite games. It was actually the game that got me into gaming. My friend introduced me to it years ago. I never got to finish it, but the bits I played were fun. I thought the story was interesting and the protagonist was awesome. Couple of months ago, I saw the [Prototype] bundle on sale and thought why not. I’m a little hesitant to play the sequel, I’ve heard some things. If you guys think it’s worth it let me know. Anyway, on to my stupidity!
Me: *Player/My actions* Character dialogue
Oh fuck, I forgot how deep his voice was.
*Trying to find the pause button and accidentally skipped the cut-scene.* Well fuck, I know what I’m going to be doing on accident a lot.
I forgot how much fucking chaos was in these first few scenes.
Now why would you think that your one measly bullet killed him after you’re buddies shot him up earlier?
*Breaks soldiers neck.* OOF...........I felt that.
Mission ‘Find out who you are’? That is too funny. Everyone watch out for Alex Mercer the tackling Alzheimer bioweapon. (Scrubs anyone?)
I am incognito! *Violently pushes people aside.*
The simple act of jumping building to building gives me anxiety.
I give that kinda unnecessary slow-mo landing a 9/10.
Excuse me sir, I’ve done more than 50 of your men. Wait, no, not like that.
Gliding is the best power in this game and if I somehow lose it, I will cry.
Why two? Bitch you know he’s not normal, get a sample from him and then get a sample from the hive.
*Watches a memory* Holy shit, y’all ain’t Blackwatch. Y’all are suicide squad.
I love McMullen’s face. He just like “Really? Really bitch?”
You wanna get out? You’re takin’ me with you fucker.
I don’t know why but the OCD in me demands a perfect landing each time. Just because Mercer is some weird bio-thing doesn’t mean he has to have shitty landings.
How do you not have enough, that’s bullshit! Also I don’t like you, I don’t like what you just said and I don’t like how you said it. I’m 95% sure that she is gonna betray Alex.
Oh, there’s a parasite in him. That’s nice. Also............how?
What the FUCK is on your back?! Get that shit off.
How does one infect an infected?
There’s a tank on fire! I didn’t do it.
So wait, Alex is infected with a parasite. We had to go to find bodies for whatever reason, now we possibly have a cure but we have to find a SPECIFIC hunter to infect antibodies with. Eat said hunter and then be cured. I’m no scientists but come on now.
Alex: I’m back. And better than ever! You’ve unlocked a new skin.
Soldier: There are two types of war America doesn’t want to fight in, nuclear and this (viral outbreak). That.............was very chilling.
Aw, what a good sister! And now after a nice and heart warming moment, something bad will happen.
Y’all are some of the stupidest motherf*ckers I have ever evaded. And I’ve played Assassin’s Creed.
Y’all gettin’ wrecked out here.
SEIZURE!!!!
I gotta eat one of those ugly motherf*ckers?
Oh that’s a big boi right there. How much you wanna bet Dana is in there. *A minute later* Wow! Dana is in there. Shocking!
Elizabeth: We are the reason for everything. Since when are you God bitch?
You know, after awhile I would think that Blackwatch would kind of understand what Alex can do. Run up the side of a building? Glide in the air? No one else can do that shit. But no, I can run up a wall in full view of soldiers and everything is fine.
Alex: *nervously* Okay, gotta play along. Roger HQ, en-route now. I’m sorry but that was fucking adorable.
I am literally the dog on fire meme right now.
WTF is that noise?! *Waits a second* Holy shit, my controller is breathing.
*Watching a cut-scene and sees two Blackwatch soldiers walking in mid-air.* That is some black magic BS. And there is no magic in this game!
All that work, and all I had to do was play dead.
Alex: Her unique genetic code..... She’s a redhead. We’re all types of fun.
Alex: I was made for this. For fucks sake, I’m getting Thief (2014) flashbacks.
Oh well, that’s cool. Every time I die in this boss fight I get to watch Manhattan get bombed.
*Playing the boss fight for the 20th time and finally beating it.* YYYYEEESSSSS!!!! FUCK YOU CROSS!!!!
Mercer kinda pulled an Iron Man.
Huh. What an aesthetically morbid ending.
For this post’s tally, when you see it you’ll wonder why; if you play the game, you’ll figure it out:
I wasn’t doing anything!?!: 186
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hi!! strawberry, cherry vanilla, and key lime? :-)
HIIII lys my beloved ily (/p) thank u 🥺💞💞💞💖💖 hmmm I’m gnna do these w albedo and scara (separately <3!)
strawberry: before getting together, how did your F/O realize they had a crush on you? How did they act around you once they realized they were head over heels?
Albedo would probs take some time b4 realizing he had an actual crush on me!!!!! He’d like... he’d Know the Symptoms™️ but it wouldn’t really Hit Him until we r hanging out near dragonspine at night stargazing together !!!!!! Nd he’d realize I’ve just been silent the entire time bc I was listening 2 him ramble abt the stars and constellations (ppl sometimes cut off his ramblings b4 he finishes :(( ) Nd actually focusing on what he has to say and his heart jsut goes !!!!!!!!!! Oh fuck!!!!!!!!! Once he realizes he’d probs be even More observant of things?? And also highly aware of my actions like More Than Before. Me playing w his hair while he sketches and his heart is beating out of his chest.
Scara would Never realize on his own bc he is a dick [affectionate] Nd is . Generally Vry Cold and uncaring and doesn’t pay attention to his own emotions. Signora would probs have to tell him like ..... u do realize that you’re so much nicer to Juno compared to anyone else Ever and he’s like What the fuck are you talking abt and the next time we hang out he jsut sits there and analyzes how he acts and is like Oh Fuck. I think he’d act generally the same (scara frantically trying to keep his emotions on lock down Asmr) but kinda like albedo he is hyper aware of Everything and how he acts and also how I act ykno?
cherry vanilla: how does your F/O show their affection for you?
Albedo is blunt!!! He’s not rlly embarrassed to show affection and his love language would be words of affirmation and also also quality time!!!! He’s very straight forward w what he’s feeling and w how he talks to me!!! Much to his amusement and to my dismay, I’m super easy to fluster when ppl are being verbally affectionate and he is a lil bastard and Will take advantage of that. And he shows his affection by also making time for me!!!! He can be very busy w research so he always tries to make time for me that we can spend together, whether it be me joining in on his research and doing what I can to help or him takin a break so we can have a stargazing date together!!!!
Scaramouche would show affection through gifts and also physical touch!!!! He is not one to be very. Wordy? Or speak out on his soft thoughts often bc he’s never. Done That Before? And is not used to it at fuckin all. With gifts he doesn’t have to rlly use his words!!! I’ll often find an item I’ve mentioned off hand in my room when I did Not Have it Before!!! Or I’d be resting against him while he works on idk harbinger stuff Nd he just stands up, walks behind me and puts on a necklace he got me without saying anything Nd he’d go back to work afterwards. With physical touch I’m more so the one to initiate it but 👉👈 he often pats my head (even tho he has to reach up to do it or he’ll tell me to bend lower) or Pets my hair!!! He also usually has his arm around me in public 2 make sure ppl don’t fuck w us bc Ya Know. Fatui harbinger Nd everything. can’t have ppl messing w his girl!
key lime: how would you describe your self-ship’s aesthetic?
with albedo it’s very!!!! Sofmt... gentle!!! Shooting stars and sunsets and 2 am ramblings. Light yellow and blue toned. The feeling of cool air but not minding it much because ur warm and cozy next to the person u love.... that’s us!! Idk how else to describe it or if I’m doin this prompt correctly sniffles.
with scara its like!!! unsure soft touches bc he’s Not used to this at All and doesn’t know what he’s doing. And affection behind closed doors!!!!!!! Extravagant dates!!!! Chandeliers and good food....
[non self shippers don’t interact thank u ]
#non self shippers dni please thank u! <3#☁️maddox.text#☁️gush.text#☁️asks.text#☁️games.text#☁️albedo.chara#☁️scaramouche.chara#CRIES SO HARDDDD I LOVE THEM#check out how much I can talk about my loves BRRRRRRR#taking a risk by not censoring their names but I’m too tired to censor em so
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Be me: back from the lands of plague and rats. finally home to the capital city of ... plague and rats. everything is clockwork and damn those are some big whales. no time to see the sights, gotta check on my non-wife queen, and my non-daughter daughter. they gucci, chillin in the high tower. #fuckthatpeasantlife Heres a piece of paper babe. it says the plagues are still plagues and the rats are still rats. whats that zippy shadow doin on the roof top. whats that zippy shadow doing standing right next to us. what's that zippy shadow doing with his knife in my girl. oh shit. oh shit. its the fuzz, i swear i didnt do it. it was The Shadow Man with the A E S T H E T I C and the sexy voice. aww shit they takin me in
now were in the dungeons. with the rats. and the plague. and a serious case of UNBRIDLED GODLY RAGE. break down the bars with your bare teeth and indulge in a few dozen counts of lethal self-defense. gotta find non-daughter-chloe-moretz and teach her wrong from right.
but not before the resident time lord comes to give you some sick ink and make you jump around on floating rocks. what an ominous voice. itd be a shame if he sounded like a FUCKING. TEENAGER. IN THE NEXT ONE.
aces, we got some motherfuckin powers. now its time to do the stabby dance. you dance i stab. now were talking. good thing the swords are CLOCKWORK TOO. time for some revenge cause this is a fucking stealth game so WHAT ELSE WOULD BE THE GOD DAMN PLOT. here come the heavy-handed moral decisions, tap x to NOT GIVE A FUCKKKK. electricity is a thing cause of the whales and dont forget THE CLOCKKKWOORRKKK!!! murder has never been this fun and diverse.
'haven't you played deus ex th-'
PPLLLAAAGGUUESSS AND RATTSS
cross a big bridge, break into a whore house, and kidnap leonardo davinchi. now we got the fuzz right where we want em. man what a day. time to knock back a few drinks with the boys. itd really be lovely if they
DIDN'T, FUCKING, POISON ME.
WHY ARE THE FLOATY ROCKS BACK. I SWEAR I ONLY HAD ONE DRINK. NO I AM NOT ENJOYING YOUR CONVOLUTED MORAL QUANDRIES, MR MONOTONE JUDGEY VOID BITCH.
back in action and its time to wade through the sewers and stab aesthetic murder man with a heart of gold. WE'LL EXPLORE HIS MORAL CONUNDRUM IN THE DLCCCCCSSS
thats one more checkmark off my shitlist. and now for traitors. and the traitor traitors. and the rats. and the pl- GOD DAMMIT THEY TOOK CHLOE AGAIN.
at least i still have you Samuel. you'll never leav- samuel no! SAMMY BOY COME BACK IM SORRY. EVERYONE WAS JUST A BASTARD. I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.
now were alone. just like all the other times. if only i had collected enough magic rocks to summon plagues and rats. TWISTTTT. FEED UPON THE FLESH OF STEAMPUNK CULTISM AND PHILOSOPHIC COMMENTARY. YES MY FURRY MINIONS: CONSUME! (wait does whale oil make steam?? blubberpunk??)
climb the lighthouse and crack open the boys with a cold one in front of your not-really-sorta-maybe-still-cant-tell (???) daughter and hope she doesn't have daddy issues in the next one.
IF I WAS MEANT TO NOT KILL ANYONE THEN WHY DID YOU GIVE ME SUCH COOL WEAPONS. FUCK YOU AND THE HIGH HORSE YOU FLOATED IN ON, YOU BLACK EYED, CROSS ARMED PRICK. YOURE GONNA SOUND LIKE A PREPUBESCENT PENGUIN IN 4 YEARS ANYWAY.
#Dishonored#corvo attano#emily kaldwin#daud#the outsider#video games#arkane studios#the knife of dunwall#dunwall#steampunk#blubberpunk#stealth games#morality#i played this game clean hands/ghost but thats nowhere near as fun to write
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