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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Hello again. I saw your reply and it's totally alright. I was thinking about the reactions of Vanitas and Noé when they see reader hurt. But the thing is that she is so good at hiding the fact that she is hurt that the boys don't notice till you collapse because of the loss of blood or they see the wound when she changes. I want to know how the boys will react if the reader almost dies. I want lots of comfort and to see how the boys take care of the reader. Would they freak out or will they be more calm? Would they go after the person who hurt them? P.S.- You don't need to make it a scenario if you don't like it and please make the reader female. (I am obsessed with Vanitas no Carte. I think you saw that already. But can you do this ask with Diluc, Xiao and Tighnari?) And thank you again for accepting my request. Again sorry for the long ask but I always like to explain more. Take your time and again I love your writing.

You're fine, you don't have to apologize:) I like it when people write out what they want, it gives me more to work with and less chance to screw up.

Also, it's not that I don't like either scenarios or headcanons. Just, sometimes, one is easier for me to write than the other. That's all there is to it. So no worries about requesting something specific, it's all good!

Characters Included: Vanitas; Noé

Content: female reader; blood loss; injuries; cursing; hurt/comfort

Word count: 1,2k words

Enjoy reading!

Vanitas

He took his eyes off of you for just one second... and you just had to go out and get injured!

It was a messy fight. You had insisted on accompanying him and he only agreed because he thought it wouldn't be dangerous

well, apparently he thought wrong!

at some point, you got separated from him, and even though he knew that you were able to protect yourself, he couldn't help but worry about you!

you were different from him! Your body was fragile, he would never forgive himself if you got injured because he wasn't there to protect you

once he got to you, fighting his way through the masses of enemies, he saw you clutching your left side

he immediately paniced, running towards you, calling your name

however, when he arrived at your side, you simply smiled at him, reassuring him that you were fine

at first, he obviously didn't believe you, but when you got up from the ground with minimal effort, still smiling at him and standing proudly, well... what else could he do but believe your words

that being said, he still kept an eye on you the entire way back to the city, yet you never once gave the impression of being hurt

the more you guys walked and you continued to seem fine, the more relaxed he got. His heart began to slow down again and the anxiety slowly quelling down as well

but that was only until you suddenly collapse at his side

he barely manages to catch you so your head doesn't collide with the ground to hard. His breathing quickens again as panic settles back deep inside his bones

your unconscious, and seeing as you were otherwise fine, he decided to inspect your left side, the one you were clutching earlier

upon touching your shirt, he realised that it was entirely wet, drenched in your blood that now also dripped down his hands

he gulped before pushing the fabric up, revealing a big, open wound to him. You bled out of there this entire time, and only now when he looked back at your face did he realize how pale you've gotten

"You idiot!", he cursed as he picked you up and ran to the nearest city, seeing as he had no further material with him to treat such a big wound

the adrenalin was giving him the boost that he needed to get there as quickly as possible, the only thought in his head the entire time being "Please don't die on me.. please not again.."

a few days later, you woke up again, feeling disoriented. How did you get here? Where was 'here' in the first place?

You tried sitting up, feeling how dry your throat was, but a snip of two fingers against your forehead made you fall back onto the bed again

"Stay down, idiot!", Vanitas voice rang from beside you. He looked at you, relieved that you finally woke up again. You followed his request, yet asked him for a glass of water, which he agreed to get for you

you later found out that, while you were unconscious, Vanitas had stayed by your side this entire time until you've woken up again. He never went away longer than five minutes, not able to take the seperation from you for to long. He just had to make sure that you would make it... that you would survive.

after you were all healed again, he would scold you so much for being this reckless. Didn't you realize you could have died?

Makes you promise to never hide something like that from him ever again, or he would "Make you regret your choice", whatever that meant..

Oh, and for the person who did that to you? Don't you worry... he died on the spot...

Noé

Hiding something like that from Noé... you'd have to be a pretty fucking good actor to get away with that

not only because he's an attentive boyfriend and notices even slight chances in your behaviour due to mood or other things

but also because he's a vampire and can smell blood without issue. nothing can get by his nose!

with that being said.. under the "right" circumstances.. it's even possible for someone like him to miss injuries entirely. It doesn't usually happen, but it can

And today, it seemed, was one of those days

Your boyfriend has had a pretty hectic week. Vanitas had been dragging him around all over the place, and he was exhausted. Not just a bit tired, but thoroughly worn out. To the point that his attention span was now reduced to literal seconds

When he got home that day, he was done with the world. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, snuggled up to you

He threw all his stuff carelessly somewhere around, telling himself that he would deal with it in the morning. On his way to the bedroom he came past the bathroom where you were currently in

He greeted you as he walked by. Had it been any other day, he would have noticed the way you jumped around at his sudden words. Or the way your eyes held a tiny bit of panic

But as things were, he didn't catch on to that. Instead, he asked if you would join him in bed, then immediately turned around and kept walking

Seconds later, he collapsed on the bed, instantly falling alseep. He awoke briefly when you joined him, climbing into his arms to snuggle up to him, however he had no idea how much time has gone by since then. And truthfully, he didn't care right now

He remembers his arm tightening around you a bit before falling back asleep. It was a quiet, good nights rest

The next morning, when he woke up next to you, he had this... unpleasant feeling that something wasn't quite right. But since he couldn't place the feeling, he decided to ignore it for now, instead choosing to stay in bed with you a few more minutes

However, when he moved his arms a bit around you, his arm felt weird.. like something had.. dried on top of it

He looked down and almost freaked out when he saw some dried and some fresh blood on his arm

He knew he himself wasn't injured, since he didn't feel any pain. But that would leave only one other option...

He looked down at you, your shirt slightly moved up your body from you moving around in your sleep, revealing to him the bandages wrapped around your entire abdomen, blood seeping out through them

He paniced, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you

You woke from that and he immediately bombarded you with thousands of questions

You tried reassuring him, telling him that since you had some knowledge on medicine, you didn't want to go to a hospital, wanting to treat it yourself

That however, will not fly with him. He picked you up then and there and brought you to the nearest ER, where you were properly taken care of

Thankfully, you didn't need to stay in there, being discharged again with just a couple of stitches, but you sure as hell gave Noé the biggest scare of his lifetime

Will scold you a bit, but will stop of you pout at him enough, telling him that you learned your lesson

Will also make you promise to never hide something like that again. Please, his poor heart wouldn't be able to take that...

#vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte anime #vanitas no carte x reader #vanitas no carte x reader scenarios #vanitas no carte scenarios #vanitas no carte headcanons #vanitas no carte x reader headcanons #vanitas x reader #vanitas x you #vanitas x reader headcanons #vanitas headcanons #noé x reader #noé archiviste #noé x you #noé x reader headcanons

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felikatze · 8 days

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FE brainrot continues. Based on base Keaton's battle artwork in FEH, which made me realize what a babygirl pose that truly is. Okuma Yugo drew both base Keaton and Halloween Dogboy Grima, which automatically makes him my hero forever.

Anyway. Wolfskin Isabeau.

This is where I hit you with my FE crossover headcanons.

The two wolfskin characters that exist are, to put it mildly, fucking morons. Both Keaton and his daughter Velouria (the only playable Wolfskin) are well and truly Dogs in personality. They like smelling things and collecting cool looking rocks and bones.

They are both named after fabrics.

I think, beastfolk have it better in a place like Vaugarde. Their ability to shift shapes at will is seen as a boon from the Change God themself. They're admired, nearly holy.

And yet. And yet.

Why do they change shape into... this? Into animals? Are they humans who change into animals, or animals who change into humans? Their abilities are praised in theory, but in practice, anybody's bound to freak out when someone turns into a huge wolf creature in front of them.

There's no real stigma against being beastfolk, but, well, don't show it, will you?

I think, Isabeau keeps his nails short, even though they always grow far too quickly. He smiles with a closed mouth to hide his teeth. His ears are weighed down by earrings, so they wiggle less. There's nothing he can really do about the tail, but people at least find that charming.

He plays into the stereotypes on purpose. Acts like a dog for jokes, to make others laugh. Because a dumb wolfskin is expected. Because a dumb wolfskin is less threatening. Someone with intelligence and cunning, who can also tear you to shreds with their bare hands?

....People don't like that very much.

But Isabeau didn't like being shy and demure, didn't like dancing around what he is. What he's always been. When he Changed, he wanted to be bolder, wanted to be someone who others look up to, confide in - not just something like a cute pet.

It's about confidence, and gender, and all of that, yes. It is also about being honest to the monster inside of you. As the journey progresses, he lets it trickle out, bit by bit. Using claws instead of closed fists. Hitting harder, faster, using his senses to warn others of danger.

Here, this is useful. Once the journey ends, and it stops being useful... Well, he better reign it in, right? But it's exhilirating to be honest to his own capabilities. He doesn't know if he can go back. He doesn't know if he wants to.

Also thinks about. Wolfskin Isabeau within the context of Manakete Siffrin.

Siffrin, who, at first, doesn't even realize he's not human either.

For the first time, there's someone who just... isn't fazed by beastkin at all. Sure, Odile wasn't scared, but she'd never met a wolfskin before and Isabeau had still been a curiosity, comparing to the kitsune Odile knew. Yet Siffrin didn't even seem to know what a beastkin is.

Just utterly at ease, with whatever Isabeau shows them. Of course he'd fall in love.

Of course he'd accept every single monstrous part of Siffrin, too. Whenever Siffrin is just a little too quick, a little too strong, when their long ears flick or his eyes reflect the light oddly - when Isabeau sees that Siffrin could be just like him - yeah, of course he'd fall even harder.

I have more thoughts on how Siffrin would feel on their end (how they feel feral compared to Isabeau, who controls himself with perfect precision, how they feel rabid after being restrained for so long), but this is honestly long enough.

Hi to everyone who clicked that readmore, I hope the length of this jumpscared you. Ask me about my isat/fe AUs. Any of them. Please.

#Feli draws #in stars and time #isat #isat isabeau #isat emblem #that's a very normal readmore i promise #can the. readmore. please work already.

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telleroftime · 1 year

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Sleep and Cuddles ||| Bowser x Reader

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Headcanons for Bowser and his favourite ways to cuddle in bed.

Request - hops-c0tch : I saw you took requests for Bowser fluff and I came rushing in. May I ask for some hcs of Bowser and his fav ways to cuddle in bed?

Pairing: Bowser x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Bowser Masterlist

A/N: Soft Bowser anyone? Thank you for requesting this because it was a blessing to come up with! I mixed in sleep too since it felt fitting and followed the train of thought, so I hope you don't mind. Plus, I hope you don't mind how I rambled and went into way too much detail.

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It took Bowser a while to settle comfortably with you in his bed. He wasn't sure how to lie down at first. Obviously, he can't sleep on his back because of the shell, at least not as well as he'd want. It's not that it's a terrible choice, but moving in his sleep becomes an issue. He'd much rather lie on his back when he is awake or when the bed is soft enough to sag underneath him in a way that doesn't leave him in an awkward position. Otherwise, when he does fall asleep, he wakes up with sore muscles and irritating aches.

Aches that remain throughout the day because massaging rigid scales to relax the muscles in his arms and legs is positively difficult.

The only other real options are his stomach and his sides, none of which are any comfort to him. At least before you appeared. His weight made sleeping flat down on his chest uncomfortable, but the best choice given his horns that liked to prod and get stuck on the fabric of the pillows and bedsheets. Once again, however, little to no chance at moving, meaning that there was always quite a bit of pains when he awoke again.

Sleeping on his side always took a lot of adjusting. At times, the hard shell would settle uncomfortably, tucking at his scaled skin, pulling down or being pulled up with the push-back of the mattress. Other times it was the horns that was the issue with no obvious way to rest his head without leaving a huge gap before his chest. Alone, he couldn't seem to find a good spot. His arm would bend awkwardly, or his head would sag with the gravity or tilt in a way to tensly accommodate the horns.

This all changes when you fall into the mix.

Sleeping on his side with you in his arms quickly became his favourite position. You gave him purpose, turning him into a large protective bolder of perpetual heat. He'd cradle you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. One arm would be curled above your head, like a wall guarding you from danger, his claws following your form but never really touching. Simply keeping you from straying away. Something that kept the warmth in.

The way it lay above you also allowed Bowser to have his head tilted in your direction always, resting on his own shoulder and observing.

His other arm would be draped over you, gently pulling you close to him. Close enough that you could hear the quiet rumble in his chest, like a permanent purr. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of flames drift from inside of him. Whatever that mysterious source of his fire was.

Close enough that you could hear the beating of his heart if you focussed enough. Not loud enough that it was the only thing you could hear. Just loud enough that if you wished, you could tune it out completely, or listen to it as if it was your own personal lullaby.

He'd always be careful when holding you like that. His sharp claws still in concentration whenever he ran them against your skin, making sure he wouldn't graze or cut you by accident. An almost new sense of control over his strength, one he hadn't shown to anyone before you arrived. He'd use the backs of them, those smooth curves that formed the long side of the arch, to caress you.

Allowing them to flow in a way that showed you he wouldn't hurt you. That eventhough he had the capabilities to cause pain, especially with how gruff and short-tempered he could be to the people below or against him, he would never be that to you.

He'd make sure that you'd know that though he was all rough and tough towards everyone else - towards you he was soft. He would never lay a claw against you no matter what.

You set off something animalistic in him. Something pure rage and fury never managed to achieve. It was that natural urge to protect, to ensare the world and hand it to you like any other gift. To keep you by him always, and to spoil you completely.

If you had your back turned to him, he would pull you up to his hard chest. At that point you would be encased by him almost entirely. His tail like a barricade by your legs. A large arm arched above your head. His other hand would be over you, or simply resting on your stomach in a way to keep you close. He'd hum or grumble or let out a small growl of content at the fact he turned himself into your armour in such a way that you could rest safely - talk safely - simply exist safely in his presence.

If Bowser was to be honest, that was his favourite way of cuddling. Holding you so close, so protectively. Holding you in a way that if something were to happen, he would be ready, and nothing - nobody - would dare lay a finger on you.

When he does lie on his stomach in bed, he makes sure to prop his head with the forearm furthest from you. It allows him to tilt his head enough to watch as you adjust yourself next to him. It gives his body enough of an angle to give you his sworn attention, and enough space to move his other arm.

In those moments, he ever so carefully cups your cheek, at least as much as he can given his much larger hands when compared to your head. Usually it's just a single clawed finger brushing against the side of your face. That, or he holds your hands in the palms of his own or even pulls you that much closer.

You are like a treasure to him, able to calm him down. He'd make sure you are comfortable, tucked in if you wished to sleep with a blanket or duvet. He'd spend hours just simple watching you, observing and memorising the way you breathe. Whenever his thoughts stray, he'd always pull them back onto you. A breath in and a smoky exhale out.

Laying on his stomach also allows for him to push himself upwards and spring to his feet the quickest if anything was to ever happen. Always ready for action and always ready to defend and fight for you.

Outside of sleep, if he just wished to simply cuddle when awake, though he would never verbally admit it, he would do so on his back. There is a sense of jovial humour in it. He'd wordlessly set you on his stomach, looking up at you with fiery eyes. His head would be propped against a set of layered pillows, angled up so even if he relaxed he would still be looking at you.

Though it's not much of a cuddle, he would keep you there. He would adore hearing your talk, or watch you sign, humming gruffly in that animalistic way to show you he was listening. In reality, no matter how much he wanted to focus on your story, whatever words you were discussing or rambling about, it would all be going through one ear and out through the other.

He would simply be keeping you there to watch you, teeth bared in a comfortable smile. Simply hearing and seeing you, and feeling your body weight on him. Knowing that you were there for him and that you chose him.

He'd also love sitting in bed with you, legs joined creating an uneven circle of pillows and blankets between them where he would place you. His huge form would sit there, head arched down and looking at you from above. If he simply wanted to know you were there physically, he would pull you into his chest, large hands on your body in a secure and safe manner. However, he understands that humans have boundaries, and he would always leave room for you to shake him off.

And if he didn't, he'd let you go instantly if he ever felt you struggle in discomfort. Learning his lesson from numerous times before that keeping you, or anyone else for that matter, against their will to benefit him alone leads to quite unfavourable relations.

In general, he absolutely adores keeping you safe - keeping you close and in his arms. He finds comfort in knowing you are so much smaller than his hulking form, and that he alone can keep you safe, even though he'd also continuously worry for how weak such a fleshy exterior is.

The thought that he can envelop you in his arms, or pick you up with ease and comfort makes Bowser humorously happy, though once again he would never admit it other than through a monstrous snort.

And here's some extra bits too:

Blankets? He doesn't use those. After all, a creature that can breathe fire can sustain its own heat. He knows that you cannot, and will always keep blankets close to his bed for whenever you choose to lie next to him. If you need something heavier, he has a duvet folded on a nearby chair he specifically requested for you. Made from a fabric that he knows you like.

Because of the shell, and more notably the large spikes on it, Bowser will never let himself be the little spoon. Never. Not only out of fear that he would hurt you or crush you, but the fact that when the two of your are sleeping - at that moment when you two are the most vulnerable - he cannot see you. He cannot keep and eye on you and he hates that. Now that he has you, he wants to make sure that you are safe. Always.

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Bowser Masterlist

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #bowser headcanons #bowser x reader headcanons #super mario bowser #headcanons #headcannons #I did not realise that writing headcanons is so much quicker than actually writing fanfics #though I will have to figure out the formatting for future ones

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callofdudes · 11 months

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Hello it's me again! Do you remember me?You wrote my Headcanons request very well And now I'm wondering if you could write it for Grave and rodolfo and Alejandro as well?I'm starting to wonder about their reaction too. I was fascinated by your previous post and now I'm obsessed '_'

Here they are @greenkiki 😊 hope you enjoy them.

Forewarning but I fucking hate Graves with my entire soul. So it will not be the friendliest interaction. So be aware of some angst and minor gore.

Showing them your face

A part 2 of this story but with the Vaqueros and Graves.

You had never shown anyone your face. There was a part of you that you hid away from the others. When you worked with the 141 and the Vaqueros, your team, you didn't reveal your face. Meeting Graves soon after, he too questioned the mask, maybe you trusted him a little too easily.

Alejandro🎖️

Alejandro has worked with you for many years and has only ever seen your face on your recruitment file as you were required to have it off. Being your colonel he does know a fair bit about you.

That being said when you show him your face, when you open up about that part of you and show him the beautiful woman underneath he melts.

But he's a respectful man and gives you the space you need.

"There there, relax. Rubbing alcohol is over. It should only sting a little longer." He reassured you with a gentle touch.

Alejandro places a medical patch on your elbow, making sure to be gentle on the hurt area. You hiss, fidgeting a bit when he presses down on the patch.

"There, you'll live."

He smiles at you warmly.

"Thank you..." You feel over the patch and tuck your shirt sleeves back over it.

"You did really good out there. I'm glad you made it. I don't know what I'd do if I lost a soldier like you."

"Thank you for coming to get me." You take down your mask and smile at him, soft eyes accompanied by a beautiful smile. Alejandro is stunned for a moment, seeing your face in person.

His hand comes up and cups your cheek. He smiles back, admiring your beauty. "It's lovely to see you soldier."

Your smile grows a bit.

"You're very beautiful y/n."

"Thank you colonel."

Alejandro was honored to see your face. You were beautiful as he remembered your photo being. When you both stood to exit his office, Alejandro smiled again and took your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "I hope to be able to see such a lovely face again."

You pull your mask back up. "I'm sure you will." You lean in, pressing the soft fabric of your mask to his cheek, and it sent his heart tumbling.

How did he come to fall in love with you so much??

Rodolfo🥈

Rodolfo has always had a bit of a thing for you. He liked the way you fought, how you held yourself. He just liked you for you. How you always looked at him with those beautiful eyes, so full of emotion to replace your smile.

You liked to joke with him, and it was nice having someone other than Alejandro to talk to once in a while. Seeing your face was overwhelming for him. Seeing your face only made his love for you grow.

"We have to save Alejandro!" You argued, starting to pace around the room.

Rodolfo felt his fingers start to itch. His best friend was gone. "I know! I know!"

"Then why are we sitting on our asses doing nothing!!?"

"Because I need more time to think!!" He snapped.

You backed up a bit, seeing the anger and the worry in his eyes. He was shaking, trying to recollect himself.

"Did I ask for my best friend to be taken away?? No! Is his life in danger?? Yes!! Do I want to fuck this up and get him killed!!? Absolutely not!!" Tears filled his eyes.

You stood there a bit shocked.

"I-I'm sorry..."

You pull your mask down and approach him, cupping his cheeks. "Rodolfo, we're gonna do this together. You lead the way, whatever we need to do to get Alejandro back in right here with you. Ok?"

Rodolfo stared into your eyes, examined your face. Your beautiful face. It made his insides twist and more sorrow follow him.

Tears slipped down his cheeks as he nodded. "I know, I'm just worried..."

"I know you are." You offer him a smile, one he can see. You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, making him freeze.

"I'm not going to let you fight alone."

He hugs you tightly, all his emotions colliding into one giant mess. Your kiss gave him reassurance. Your kiss made him feel loved, seeing your face made him feel worthy. And he knew you wouldn't leave his side.

Graves 🪦

You had a crush on Graves when he showed up to work with the 141. Yeah, he's annoying and a cocky jerk without a good personality to make up for it, but you liked him. He charmed you.

Graves had become infatuated with you. Not just your face but your body, your taste, once you let him in you couldn't push him out. He became possessive and needed it every day, when he betrayed you he wanted to make sure your beautiful face was always only going to be for him.

You remember the day you'd shown Graves your face. He was still working with 141 at the time and you thought you could trust him. You liked him. He made you feel some type of way and looking back on it you shouldn't have done it.

You shouldn't have let him cup your bare jaw and whisper loving words near your ear before kissing your lips. You shouldn't have.

Every time he wished to catch a glimpse of your face behind a shed or the back of a transport truck you'd let him. And he'd kiss you, kiss you hard until you couldn't think.

And now you sat here, in a chair, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. Graves watched your blood drip down the tip of his knife, catching the droplet with his tongue and running it along the neck of the blade.

"Look at your pretty face." He bent down and cupped your bloody cheek. Seeing the fresh Glasgow's that would be accompanying you everywhere you went.

"Such a wonderful face, delicate skin and such a wonderful taste." You whimpered when he grabbed your jaw and turned it, licking the dripping blood from your face.

"Forgive me angel." He kisses your temple, having knocked your hat off a while ago. "But I can't get enough of you..."

You couldn't speak, letting him lock the dripping blood from your cheek before kissing your trembling lips with your blood on his tongue. The sting of his saliva in your wounds making your stomach curl.

"I love you y/n, I won't let any other man have you."

#call of duty #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #rodolfo x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months

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Oi noble bell herbivore! What's someone like you doing walking around in a place like this? I would've slept soundly by now, but the click of those shoes of yours made my ears tick. Tch, along with you muttering about judgment, blessings, and God makes it noisy. Heard things about you from Radish sprout and the others, heh. You're mad. Now I do hope you keep the flame inside you, though. *Sighs* wouldn't want my napping spot to catch Hellfire.

I would recommend reading these headcanons after this interaction ^^ I think they serve as a good follow-up to this initial encounter.

Like Fire, Hellfire.

"It's Rollo Flamme," he sternly corrected the man stalking toward him amid the flowers and foliage. The hairs on the back of Rollo's neck stood up, sensing danger. "I do not believe I owe anyone an explanation for simply roaming the school grounds. They are open to any approved visitor such as myself."

The lion beastman bore a face he had seen in various texts: a prince from a far-off land. A Kingscholar, the second-born. Indeed, despite his wayward locks and shirt that practically hung half open, he carried himself with a natural grace only befitting that of one with noble heritage.

Another horrifying mage to add to his growing list of enemies.

Rollo grasped for his safety net, his beloved handkerchief. It swiftly covered his burgeoning grimace.

"All humans are herbivores to me," the Kingscholar scoffed, “and you marched right into a lion’s den. You’re just asking for trouble.”

Trouble—that was the last thing Rollo wanted, not on this (supposedly) cordial visit. It would draw too many eyes to him, attract too much unwanted attention. He forced himself to bend into a stiff bow.

"... Your grace." When he was met with silence, Rollo cautiously lifted his head. "I do apologize if my presence and proclivities have disturbed you. I will make myself scarce on my way out."

"Hoh?" A smirk on the lion's lips, and amusement flitting in his deep voice. "Now this is rich. You're giving me a death stare, but the words you're spouting are straining to stay nice. Radish Sprout and the others were right about you—you're pretty two-faced, hmm?"

"I'm afraid that this is how I always look. It is the one and only face I was born with.”

"That's the second time I've heard someone claim that as a defense. And that other guy?" The beastman was very close to Rollo. Showing his teeth, breath nipping at his skin. "He tried usurping the throne for himself."

“Did he now.”

Rollo’s tone was neutral in spite of the anger curling in him. He was disappointed, but not surprised, at the conferred secret. Mages were doomed to ruin one way or another, seeking power when they were weak and abusing it once it was in their hands.

They will ever know true solace. His mouth pinched.

The prince’s eyes glinted—not from sunlight streaming in through glass panes, but with a lazy interest. “… I smell it on you, you know. That cloying stench of magic. You’ve got it caged up like some poor, feral animal.”

The large cat circled his prey like a shark. Each stride he took was long and effortless, slowly riling up the unease in Rollo. Toying with him.

The wet heat of the Botanical Gardens was suddenly registering in full force. The fabric of Rollo’s robes clung to him, as if it, too, wished to retreat from the wild cat in its proximity. Discomfort settled.

“Unlike you Night Raven College miscreants, I am able to resist such sinful desires. I won’t let them spiral out of my control.”

“Sooner or later, that beast will want to be freed,” the lion coyly purred, “you can’t keep it contained forever. Your mask will slip—and with it, a grip on that dark fire.”

“… My, rather presumptuous of you to make these bold, accusatory comments to a man you just met. I’m aware that lion beastmen have a keen sense of smell, but I might make a recommendation: keep your nose out of other peoples’ matters.”

He threw his head back and laughed—rumbling and resonant against their glass cage. “I’m sure we’ll have to chance to become better acquainted with one another. It’s part of a prince’s duties to host important foreign dignitaries… and I’m nothing if not the paragon of princeliness.”

The sarcasm wasn’t missed.

Rollo allowed himself to openly frown. “You certainly haven’t been playing the part of a dutiful host, let alone royalty of any sort.”

“Oh?” He feigned, a hand drawn to his chest in mock shock. “Where are my manners?”

This time, the lion bowed to Rollo.

His facade, matching. Airs put on. Two playing at the exact same game.

“Leona Kingscholar,” he declared. The name itself was palpable and weighty. “A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Sir Flamme of the Shaftlands. You simply must pay a visit to Savanaclaw during your stay on Sage’s Island. I think I speak for my entire dorm when I say we’d love to have you for dinner.”

Rollo sniffed. “As though anyone would be convinced by this flattery.”

“Yeah, sure. Act tough and see where that gets you. I know you’ve got to visit us all eventually.” Leona tapped his temple with an index finger. “Social grace and all.”

“… Tch.”

Rollo didn’t want to admit it, but the (infuriating) man was right. His grip on his staff tightened.

“… I humbly accept your kind invitation,” he grumbled through gritted teeth. “Thank you for this invaluable opportunity.”

“Heh. Don’t pop a blood vessel yet.” Leona put a hand on Rollo’s shoulder, nearly shoving him over with a firm pat. (He didn’t look sorry about it as he baked off.) “Like I said, watch yourself. Wouldn’t want to be going and accidentally causing a forest fire, would we?”

Rollo’s eyes went hard.

His next words, dangerously soft.

“No, I suppose we wouldn’t.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Rollo Flamme #Leona Kingscholar #disney twisted wonderland #Rollo at the Writing Desk #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Leona is talking about Jamil btw #see Jamil’s School Uniform vignette

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thewritingisconsumingme · 1 month

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headcanons

yes, this was inspired by @charlotte-family-apologist little edenian elf ears in their drawings, fight me

i don’t really like how people from outworld and people from earthrealm look exactly the same in terms of morphology

they’re from a completely different world with a similar but still different and much more dangerous ecosystem (have you seen the animals in mkx and mk11?)

i can’t imagine that edenians, seidans, zaterrans, etc. have the exact same culture of morphology as humans, and i wanted to throw my hat in the ring about what differences they could possibly have

starting off with the edenians

first thing that’s different is that they have pointed ears, similar to an elves but a little bit more rounded at the tip, and they move their ears

i.e. they can pin them back, perk them up, etc. sort of like a cat’s, and this is so they can hear incoming predators and prey better when they still hunted that way

their pupils and iris take up much more of the eye so that only a bit of sclera shows, so that they can take in light much better

their noses are also more animal-like, and they have a much better sense of smell than humans to hunt down wounded animals

i think their teeth are also a lot more sharp for chewing through the tough meat/hide of the animals of outworld

i also really like the idea that they have claws in addition to pointed nails rather than just regular human hands, inspired by those claw things mileena and jade wear in mk11

and just because i can, they also have tails with small tufts of fur on the end to help them balance while they’re running and/or climbing trees

i think they’d also be much more muscular than humans, like their upper-body strength is insane, and their legs are strong enough to crush the trunk of an earth tree

so no, they wouldn’t be skinny but rather buff and muscular with more stomach and thickness appreciated within the culture

in mk1, we can see that they don’t have technology (they have sorcery, but it’s doesn’t seem quite the same), and they have what looks like their technological advances are from an agricultural society

so, from that, i think that thicker bodies would be much more appreciated as it would indicate a well-fed/capable edenian capable of attaining food

additionally, different types of fabrics (like earth) are appreciated in different ways, like the hide from a dangerous predator is much more expensive and are almost declarations of love compared to the wool of a sheep-like creature that is mostly domesticated

i think that they’re more of a ‘it takes a village to raise a kid’ sort of mindset when it comes to taking care of children and so are much more willing to take care of multiple children even if it’s not theirs

respect within the culture seems to extend from achievement-based but also filial piety (very pushed in asian countries) as seen with shao kahn and reiko’s achievements in war and mileena and kitana’s deference to their mother

but respect is still very much given to everyone within the culture because everyone plays an important role, whether it’s tending to the farm animals, guarding, sowing clothes, etc.

for seidans, i think they’d look pretty similar to edenians except much more regal-looking and have towering figures, like borzois

they take great care in their appearance and pale complexions are put in high regard (white hair, pale eyes, pale skin, etc.)

their teeth aren’t quite as pointy as edenians but still much sharper than humans, and their ears sort of droop down to give them a much softer look despite their harsh demeanor

still have the claw hands and the tail except the tails have much more fur (think unicorn tails from those old medieval paintings)

but, for someone who’s stockier, has tanner skin, dark hair (like havik), they’re discriminated against and are made into slaves

since they’re born into slavery under careful eyes, their ears are cropped to indicate their slave status, and their tails are docked, making it harder for them to balance

they’re also declawed (which btw you shouldn’t do that to a cat because it’s inhumane), and so have a hard time surviving and running away from the seidans

their changed appearance also indicates their status, and so they’re usually found easily or returned

for zaterrans, (basing this off wiki-level info about komodo dragons) they have the clawed hands same as any others

their tails though are just lizard tails and their fangs are much longer and have a serrated edge to tear into their prey

i think their ears are also shorter naturally compared to edenians or seidans, and they have a hard time hearing things that a human would have no trouble hearing

this stems from the fact they can smell a lot more on their tongue than any human, edenian, or seidans, and even in human form, their forms are large and broad and intimidating

they also have black-green scales littering their body, particularly their joints and their back

regarding culture, i think they wouldn’t have as strong as a focus on offspring and as soon as a zaterran can hunt for themselves, they’re considered an adult

they also can spit venom, both forms, because why not, and as seen within Syzoth’s moveset, it melts people like an acid

i like their lizard forms, they can keep those unchanged

now for those of draconian blood, (shao kahn) i think that general shao is actually an anomaly within draconians (i’m basing this off snakes because snakes in chinese mythology are closely related to dragons)

first, their features are closer to the zaterrans: clawed hands, shorter ears, lizard-like tails, less sclera

but they have the horns in addition to everything else and have much longer canines than humans

usually though, females are much bigger than their male counterparts and have control over much of their society

general shao comes from a special case of already being the heir to a general and training to have that muscle mass within the edenian court

those of draconian blood have hard scales covering their entire body, but they can vary in texture and in colors (because snake scales can vary and it’s cool)

they don’t have hair, they’re all bald and have scales in place of hair (baldies for the win lmao)

tarkatans can stay the same (just add on the fact of the clawed hands, pointed ears, less sclera, tails, etc.)

the only thing i would change is that they don’t grow swords from their hands because that would require them to grow metal from their bones which is…nuclear fusion

anyway, bone swords, like wolverine

for shokans, just slap on the general traits (pointed ears, tails, etc.) because i think they’re already different enough (goro and his four arms plus humongous physique)

for osh-tekks, i know that in mkx and mk11, it’s just painted skin, but fuck that, he has blue skin with stripes that glow

i’m also going to make osh-tekks semi-aquatic, so they have webbed hands and feet in addition to the other general added traits

their tail has no fur (because drag) but instead have a wide-fanned tail to help them swim in the water (similar to an alligator’s tail but smooth and blue)

they don’t have gills, but they have great lung capacity (like a whale or something)

for centaurians, i don’t they would have the clawed hands because they have the powerful hind legs, but everything else applies (and they already have a tail so perfect)

this is all i could think of, and i have no idea if any of this makes sense?

but also, i have limited knowledge regarding the different societies of outworld outside of mk9-mk11 and mk1 (2023) (so like hotaru means nothing to me unfortunately)

i still like their designs in the games, but i just wish they were a bit more alien (give me the animal traits, GIVE ME THE ANIMAL TRAITS, I NEED THEM, I AJAKJHDAHKJAHKFJ)

we’ve seen in mkx and mk11 that they have huge animals of terrifying size and proportion, but edenians and everyone else still just look like weak, fragile humans?

like what, no freaking way

i know they have magic, but that seems like a practiced skill that grows with age

and before they advanced in society, growing to old age probably wasn’t all that common and so harnessing magic wasn’t all too common either until the current eras we see in gameplay

not to mention, shang tsung and quan chi need the help of shang tsung from a different timeline that has lived for centuries to catalyze their magical skills, and without titan shang tsung, they probably wouldn’t have attained the skill of magic they have until centuries later

some pictures for how i imagine it to be (you're gonna have to excuse my piss poor drawing skills and anatomy)

anyway, yeah, peace out

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #mk #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat worldbuilding

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thinking tonight about how byan hasn't ever really travelled anywhere and basically hasn't ever left the city they were born in. like, okay yeah, they did go to south korea to meet their adoptive parents' families once, but they were two and have no memory of it. they don't even realize they've been there, that's how little memory they have of the time. and yeah, they've also been on field trips, mostly back in elementary and middle school, but the farthest those ever went were maybe to a neighbouring city if they were really lucky, and it only ever lasted for a few hours, so does that really count?

they've never been able to leave the city of their own volition and explore another place, never even stayed in a hotel, and that's something they kind of hate because they'd love to see and experience new places. ...and also cause some trouble there but shhhh

#just one of those things about them that makes me sad bc they would enjoy it sm #there's actually SO MUCH that they haven't experienced...... so many things that even most kids get to experience that they just haven't #they've definitely been tempted at least once or twice to even try hitchhiking somewhere new but like.#wow that's daunting for so many reasons. the biggest one being that they at least know the city they live in like the back of their hand #and there's a feeling of security in that which goes out the window the moment they're out of city limits #........maybe i need a little verse for that tho... where they're kinda just always on the go... living however they can #in whatever place they end up at... that could be fun. probably depressing but also fun!!#something i'll be considering now even tho it wasn't the point of this post thanks #where was i even going with this...... i guess just sadge that byan hasn't been anywhere new or seen any of the things they'd like to #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made.

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 1 year

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Any headcanons about andromeda black?

Yes indeed I do, anon! I've got a few HC lists about Andromeda with her relation to others: Andromeda and Teddy, Andromeda and Ted, and Andromeda and her sisters.

As for HCs specifically on Andromeda, here we go:

Andromeda has curly brown-black hair that gets lighter in the summer and darker in the winter.

Her mother's family, the Rosiers, were French, and her grandmaman taught her French. Grandmaman Rosier also gave Andromeda her first pet, a black and white half-kneazle.

Andromeda's Patronus is a fox, but she didn't learn to cast it until she was much older. Remus taught her when he & Tonks lived with her during the second war.

She's very artistic and enjoys the finer things. It was hard for her to learn how to live more simply with Ted, but she found joy in the simpler things later on.

She got an interest in fashion early in life. It's how she got so good at household charms and spells, by innately understanding the way fabric and other domestic skills worked.

Her best subject at Hogwarts was Charms, followed by History of Magic.

Even though she thought Professor Binns was boring, she was dedicated to her own family history and wizarding history.

Despite her last name and the reputation it carried, Andromeda was never a cause for concern for her professors, though it took some adjusting in her first year for them to learn she wasn't like Bellatrix.

Andromeda was made prefect, but not Head Girl. Only Narcissa got to be Head Girl. Bellatrix was made prefect as well, but was too rebellious to be Head Girl.

One of her dreams was to make her own family tapestry, if she ever reconciled with her family. It would include Ted's side too.

Andromeda's an excellent seamstress. Right out of Hogwarts she worked for Twilfitt and Tatting's (the fancy pureblood robe shop in Diagon Alley). She was only allowed to work because she convinced her father it would be good to make connections.

After she eloped with Ted, she continued to work there, but only part time and on an anonymous basis. The shop owners really liked her and were willing to see past her elopement because she was so many customers' favorite designer/seamstress.

Andromeda genuinely loved her family. They weren't perfect but they were her family. She never lost hope that they'd become reconciled, but it never happened.

She did have some polite discourse with Narcissa much later, after the second war was over. Andromeda was willing to offer a new olive branch to her sister when she heard what Narcissa did to save Harry's life.

Andromeda had a strong, if sometimes strained relationship with her daughter. She was fiercely protective of Nymphadora and dismayed when Tonks wanted to have a dangerous career.

She was also slightly irritated that Tonks wasn't the type of girl who wanted to wear dresses and other traditionally feminine things, but instead preferred ripped jeans, Muggle clothes, and getting dirty in the mud.

That's all I've got for now!

#andromeda black #andromeda black tonks #the black sisters #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #andromeda tonks #tedromeda #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #ted x andromeda #andromeda x ted #nymphadora tonks

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many-shades-of-violence · 2 years

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dance with the devil

✢ pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x CP0! Reader

✢ characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Baby Law, CPO Agents

✢ word count: 6.700

✢ contents: nsfw, mind break, size kink, rough sex, piercings, light bondage, degradation, name-calling, doflamingo being doflamingo

✢ a/n: yes doflamingo has nipple piercings in this. no, i won´t excuse myself. yes i’ll die with this headcanon.

It was a busy day on Dressrosa, thousands of people walking through the wide cobbled streets of the kingdom. Although the island was known throughout the New World for its high crime rate, a stranger would hardly suspect it on this day.

Given the fact that today was the day of the annual City Festival, celebrating the kingdom and its king in the same breath, probably only a world-weary person would dare to disrupt the festivities in any way incurring the rage of the island's ruler.

In this sense, you could not only be called such a world-weary person, but a crazy one as well. Because as a top agent of the CP0, todays mission couldn´t be closer than that of a suicide mission: Sneak in among the crowdsof Dressrosa's annual town festival and find more information about the rumors of a hidden facility on the island.

In any other situation, the mission would have actually been one of your easier exercises. Emphasis on, actually. For your target for confirmation of the rumors was none other than the king and protector of Dressrosa himself, Donquixote Doflamingo.

As one of the Seven Warlord of the Seas, the Yaksha enjoyed the protection of the world government despite his status as a wanted pirate. But after said rumors reached the Cipher Pole headquarters, the world government apparently took notice and asked you to take on this top-secret mission, being known for wrapping every informant you knew around your pretty little fingers.

But this case was different. This you knew from the start, not only from the horrifying stories you had heard about your target yourself, but also from the gut feeling that got worse by the second you had arrived on the kingdoms island. Something on there put you off, you just couldn´t pinpoint it instantly. Still, this didn´t change the fact that you gladly accepted the mission. Because when the world government ordered you to jump, the only thing you asked was how high.

And that's why you ignored the danger you headed into, even ignoring your closest colleagues trying to stop you from your venture. Because if there was one thing that you were determined off, then that you would do everything to bring the mission to a success. Even if it would be the last thing. For Justice.

The streets of Dressrosa were bustling with life as you maneuvered smoothly among the many people. Many festival stalls were set up along the sides of the streets, offering a wide variety of food and entertainment to the inhabitants of the kingdom. Festive lanterns and ornaments decorated the space between house walls and loud music gave the streets the last bit of festivity they needed to displace the dark, criminal sides of Dressrosa through the pageantry and abundance, if only for a moment.

And even though this was a known fact to everyone, people were celebrating nontheless. No matter where you went, you could see people dancing, singing, and cheering as they got into the festivities even before the late hours of the evening. A bitter smile spread across your lips as you thought about how macabre the celebration would seem in retrospective, should the rumors you had heard be confirmed.

Given the joy that the people of Dressrosa seemed to feel on this day, you could only hope for the opposite. And so, you strode forward, along the endless cobblestone streets of Dressrosa while the leisurely afternoon sun shone down on you and the people around you. In keeping with the good weather, you had thrown on light, airy festive clothes, whose fabrics elegantly wove around your body, while golden accessories made up the attention to detail.

Privately, you would never have let such close touch your body, especially because of the way it revealed so much of skin, only being used to the white suits you usually wore for work. But as an agent of the CP0, the only thing that counted was the success of your missions. And that's why you generously bit the bullet that your superior served you when he told you to get as close as possible to Dressrosa's protector and, at best, to engage him in conversation.

The premises you had to fulfill were thus clear. 1. You had to smuggle yourself among the people of Dressrosa as one of their own, hence the clothing you wore and 2. you had to do it in such a way that you would stand out from the crowd in spite of the king of Dressrosa, in order to attract his attention to you. Because of the big ego of the warlord, known all over the oceans, any other approach would be pride before the fall. Approaching the king from your side would make the king at least as wary of you as if you had stormed straight into his mansion with your CP0 suit to interrogate him.

This was a chess game where the playing colors were clearly distributed from the start. And to your condolences, the first move was not yours. So, you had to lay all your energy into the possibility of getting the attention of the warlord just from your looks and actions. But that was easier thought than done.

Because based on the information you had gathered about him in advance, he would never mingle with the "common people" like that. Like the king in chess, he would only stay close to his most expensive warriors, in order to destroy any attackers from there.

And for this reason, your walk across the festival brought you naturally to the only place where you thought you could conceivably implement this game of chess: The forecourt of the royal palace.

As you entered the beige paved plaza, the view of the palace left you speechless for a moment at the opulence that confronted you. Though the buildings of the world government with their classicist style you were used to a certain imposing at your workplace, the sight of the white-walled palace with its gigantic glass dome as a roof, confirmed you once again the detachment of reality a warlord like Doflamingo must live in.

With wide e/c eyes, you looked at the building in front of you, but it didn't take long before you turned your attention back to the plaza in front of you. From here on, every second mattered. Even one too-long disbelieving glance at the castle could instantly blow your identity as a stranger. Especially if someone from the Flamingo's beloved family saw you.

With a determined step, you went to a nearby stall to sit down for some refreshment, keeping an eye on the castle's entrance and exit, the large fountain with its cheerfully splashing water feature covering your luring form just a bit. Absently you went over your plan one more time, ordering a cold drink from a vendor in the meantime as music started to play from behind your ears. Apparently, a band of musicians had begun to play.

The way to the front courtyard of the castle in the scalding heat Dressrosas had exhausted even your trained body a bit, so you welcomed the cool liquid between your lips with great pleasure. You had just put the drink back on the counter, slid a few coins toward the vendor to pay for it, and taken a few steps back into the plaza when a loud boyish voice rose behind you.

Alarmed, you were about to turn around to see what was going on when suddenly something, or rather someone, ran into your legs and pulled the floor out from under you. Your quick reflexes could have easily saved you from the coming fall, but the risk of losing your cover was just too great. And so, as it would have happened to most people, you surrendered to your fate and landed with an unpleasant *slap* on your butt.

Noticeably annoyed by whoever gave you such an unpleasant landing, you let your gaze drag around you before you find a little boy barely a meter away from you on the ground. There we have the culprit...you think with a sigh before slowly rising from the hard cobblestone floor and carefully moving towards the boy who seems to have run into you. Next to him lies a white and gray spotted hat that probably fell off his head during his own fall.

With a firm grip you grab the hat and are about to give it back to the boy, a soft smile on your lips as you lean down to ask him "Are you okay?", but by then the boy has already snatched the hat from your hands to knock the dust off it, while fury-filled gray eyes glint at you. "Give it to me already!"

Briefly, you look at the boy in amazement. You immediately notice the unusual white patches from his terracotta-colored skin. Amber Lead? But weren't they all obliterated? Suspiciously, you look at the boy. Based on his darkening mine, he seems to notice that you've noticed his skin condition. Well, never mind. It's not like it was ever contagious. You straighten up self-consciously. "You're pretty cocky for running into me, kid! Didn't anyone ever teach you to apologize for something like that?"

His dark face brightens all at once, startled by the fact that you don't turn around on the toe of your shoes, as so many have done before when they discovered his mottled skin. It doesn't take long for him though before he recovers from his shock and wants to answer you back with a more confident grin. But just as he starts to speak, he is interrupted by a deep baritone voice that causes your pulse to skyrocket, suddenly realizing the presence in front of you. "Unfortunately, we have indeed failed to teach him about apologizing until this point."

Sweat rolls ice-cold down the back of your neck as you notice the man in front of you. How could you have failed to notice him until now? Were you so focused on the boy and his well-being? You don't even have to raise your eyes to know who's in front of you. Still, your instincts led you to lift your gaze and face the Yakasha of Dressrosa, Donquixote Doflamingo.

Just a few feet away from you stood the tall man in all his grandeur, dressed in a burgundy suit and his branded pink coat, a smile on his face exposing a set of white straight teeth. Red glasses looked first at you and then at the boy, interested in the situation unfolding in front of him. Sweat ran further along the back of your neck in panic as you tried to get your pulse under control. If Doflamingo would get wind of it, your plan would be for the cat. Curse that little cheeky bastard!

"Fufufu...you really are a rascal, Law." The blonde man’s deep sneering voice rang out again as he took a few steps toward you and the boy. You eyed Doflamingo speechlessly, about to abort your mission and take flight, when the gigantic man...crouched down in front of you and the boy?! With your mouth slightly open, you gazed at the scene that began to unfold before you.

"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your temper in check outside of traing, Law?" With an annoyed sigh, the man flicked the little boy's forehead. "Ugh, that's not fair, Doffy! It's not my fault they got in my way!" Sulking, the little boy held the spot Doflamingo's finger had flicked. Doffy?! Dumbfounded, you looked towards the warlord, stunned that he enjoyed such a nickname in his closest circle, the Donquixote family.

Red glasses flashed at you again with interest a charming smile spreading over his tan features. "Fufufu, always ready with a few retorts, Law. But if I'm judging this correct, you've run from Giolla once again, so you own this lovely person an apology like they said."

You try as hard as you can to control the blush that shoots up your face at the blonde's compliment. It had been quite a while since someone had flirted with you so boldly, but you couldn´t get lost in sweet talk like this, when the person in question was your target himself.

At the same time, however, a new light of hope appeared to you. If you used Doflamingo's flirty offensive properly, you could get back on track with your original plan, despite the whole fiasco with the boy apparently named Law.

"Ugh, it's all right, Doffy. I'd rather apologize before you say any more gross stuff." With an evasive look, Law grumbles to himself, his hands shoved into his pants pockets like his Guardian beside him. "Sorry, I bumped into you."

A grin spreads across your lips before you confidently hold up a hand toward the little guy. "No problem, Law! Sorry I got in your way." The kid huffs at you, crossing his arms some more, taking your own hand, dubbing you "pretty weird, but alright" in the process and wandering off quickly. Left behind are just Doflamingo and you, who had been watching you, mere meters away from you through his dark glasses the whole time, a smirk on his lips.

The burning gaze of the man that he had laid on you would surely have must people buckle to their knees."Fufufu...please look past this little incident. Kids these days really aren't easy to tame. Especially not Law." You retort quickly at him, not letting the chance of keeping up the conversation, escape from your grasp. “Of course, I understand. He really looked like a handful. The blonde laughs, his eyes clearly scanning over your outfit, his eyes gluing to the golden accessories, you had been told would surely be in his favour. “Say, what´s your name? I´ve never seen you around here.” He licks himself quickly over the lips, his hands still in his pants as he asks for your name.

“Oh, right. I didn´t introduce myself. I´m y/n.” A quick bow follows your introduction. He seems pleased with your reaction, opening his mouth to reply to you, but you´re quick thinking mind won´t let him take the lead. “And if my hunch is right, you surely must be the king of this wonderful island. Donquixote Doflamingo!” you gesture at him. Pleased the Warlord grins at you, his body language showing you that he´s opening to you, from the flattering words. “You seem to have a good sense, y/n. That would be indeed me.” What an idiot…you grin to yourself, sure of yourself that it wouldn´t take to long to wrap this guy around your finger, if you kept up the sweet talk.

Despite your self-consciousness, of handling the situation, had had to say, you were pretty surprised when the tall man offered you his hand just a brief moment later. “Let me excuse myself once more properly for Law. After all he´s family and we don´t want you pretty little thing to remember Dressrosa and the Donquixote family badly.” he muses. “With a dance, if you will.”

He flashes you a charming smile, his presence allowing no rejection for an answer. You didn´t even have to calculate your next move, because even though you didn´t know at all how to dance, your instinct urged your body to move towards the tall warlord, the elegant clothing framing your body floating in the wind behind you as you take his hand, noticing how his eyes soak up your every movement of yours thinking to yourself, that if you played this right, the way to the success of your mission was free. Or so you thought.

Because as you suddenly were pulled awfully flush to Doflamingos tall frame, one of his large hands nestling itself right on your back, you realized, that giving the man even one chance of dominating you in which ever way, could be your death sentence. You gulped nervously.

“Say, do you know how to dance tango, dear?” he grins at you. You shake your head at his question, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks at the thought of being let by him in a few seconds. He looks down at you, knowingly, a big Cheshire grin spread onto his sharp features as he whispers to you, “Then let me lead you through this little dance of ours. You´ll see how easy it is to follow my commands if you give yourself to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, you could indulge in this little moment with him. And after that, you could always win the lead back, full focus on your mission. But as soon as you took off, the band standing close to you, playing a rhythmic latin pop song, you somehow had a dark foresight, that this would be more difficult than you thought, by the way the blonde lead you dominantly through the dance, his hands directing every little move of your body as you got twirled around the plaza. And right you were, because like you would see later this day, if there was one art that Doflamingo was skilled in like no other, than that of utter domination.

People around you cheered on their king and savior as he danced with you. If somebody had told you that you would dance on one merry day in your life, with one of the warlords and Donquixote Doflamingo at that, you surely would have laughed at them. But right now, as you were in the situation of dancing with the man himself, accompanied by his tacky pink feather coat, just in front the castle he was residing in, you realized, that the reality of this thought wasn’t as bad as you thought. Much more the contrary. And this fact made you sick to the pit of your stomach, as he led you through the song, every passionate move calculated to perfection.

And calculated they were. Because in the time you cursed yourself mentally for the fun you had, dancing with the warlords over the plaza, he smiled to himself wickedly, relishing in the fact that the little CP0 agent, Trebol had warned him weeks prior, had already run deep into his trap, invisible strings already planted on your body, only waiting for him to be controlled than he already did, leading you through this dance, forcing you into total submission.

And submit you would. That was just the nature of every person who´s way intertwined with him, Donquixote Doflamingo, King of Dressrosa and for some, the devil himself. Though in your case, the submission he wished from you, was on the more improper side, then he usually demanded from people.

Because even though Doflamingo couldn´t care two shits about the fact that you were a CP0 agent, besides the fact that the world government had clearly showed him a big middle finger as warlord and would earn them corresponding consequences, he was keen on making you his. And if there was one thing that everybody knew of Donquixote Doflamingo, then that if he wanted something, he would get it. No matter at what cost.

As the song reached its final cord, Doflamingo caught you his arms, the two of you trying to catch their breath while people clapped delighted by your little show. “That was really fun.” You gripped onto the strong trained arms of the tan man, while he helped you to stand back up straight. “It was.” He nodded to you. “Though I must say, I really don´t like being lied to, dear y/n.”

You tense a little at this, looking up to his glass covered eyes. The tall man only chuckles at this with his signature laugh looking down at you from his tall height. “After all, this surely wasn´t your first-time dancing Tango, right?” You straighten up your back, mentally cursing the man for riling you up like this.

Is he toying with me?! The sudden thought intruded your head as soon as it was drilled out of it. That couldn´t be! If Doflamingo got a whiff of you being a CP0 agent, he surely would have killed you on the spot, right? Or maybe even worse. The thought alone made you shudder.

“So? I´m not keen on waiting for answers, sweetheart” he gazed at you, thenicknameslipping off his tongue like sweet honey, earning a slight blush from you. You cleared your throat immediately in response. “Actually, no. I´ve never danced with anyone, for a fact.” He chuckles once more, still holding his arm around you, a vicious smile spreading on his features, “So I´m your first?”

At this comment, you actually would have liked to rip the stupid sunglasses off the nose of the man in front of you. But instead, you buried your dignity und your professionalism and responded to him with a fake giggle, “Well, you could say it like that.” Before calming yourself with the though, that all of this was for the success of your mission. You would get those god-damn information’s from Doflamingo. No matter what. As long as you didn´t have yourself away completely, you would even swallow your last inch of dignity and play a flirtatious game of cat and mouse with the great warlord.

It this sole reason you keep going, twirling a h/c lock of yours, hoping to secure the attention of the Warlord on you further. “Though I must say, I would have never imagined for the King of Dressrosa himself to bestow me the honor of a wonderful first time like this.”

He responds with his own hearty laughter, his arm still not leaving your waist, as he leads you away from the middle of the plaza. “You sure know how to play with your words, sweetheart.” He grips your waist tighter, drawing small circles around it as he licks over his lips. “Though, if you had this much fun, then I can offer you another dance. A private one. Just the two of us.” He looks at you, smirking right at you, when your mouth opens and closes itself a few times, shocked by his sudden offensive offer.

“I-I´m sure a great king like you has far more important things to tend to, on an important day like this” You try so buy yourself some time with a quick excuse, mulling over the whole situation. “Fufufu, not at all, sweetheart. I appreciate your thoughtfulness though. Always a good thing for a lover to have.” He licks over his pinkish lips, relishing in the blush spreading over your cheeks.

God, damn this Flamingo! you cursed mentally, as a certain heat rushed to your core, anticipating how the situation you were in right now would unfold. “So tell me, dear y/n.” He stroked gently along your waist, “Will you indulge in this little sin together with me?”

You couldn´t say no. You just couldn´t. This was a fact you instantly realized. Because if you were to deny him, you would lose the chance of asking him out about the rumors. And besides that, even if your mission was top priority, you couldn´t deny the fact any longer, that the tacky blonde warlord was making you stupidly horny with his overflowing charisma.

You looked quickly down on the floor, then suddenly planting your hands on his broad chest, surprising Doflamingo a bit as you gently kissed him on the lips ushering a quick “I thought your majesty would never ask.”

He just laughed at that, Cheshire grin on his lips, hoisting you up with a firm grip on one of his arms, before thin, nearly invisible strings showed up under his feet, he swiftly hopped onto, carrying you to, what you supposed, to be his bedroom and ultimately the room where you would met your ultimate demise.

With a loud *thud* you were dropped onto a gigantic bed, red linen enveloping your body instantly as your body hit the soft mattress. You didn´t have much time to take the room around you in, because Doflamingo was over you in mere seconds, hands roaming greedily over your body while he kissed you passionatly, his tongue shoving itself dominantly in between your lips. You gasp in surprise as cold metal comes in contact with your own tongue.

A tongue piercing?!

It had been a while since you had been with someone, and especially with someone demanding as Doflamingo. You were cringing at the fact how wet you got just from the few heated kisses you had exchanged. His cold tongue piercing, protruding your own tongue every time, he tangled you up in another passionate kiss didn´t help for that fact.

Content with your responses, he gropes your rear, tugging at the soft material that envelopes your body. Squirming under his demanding touch, you try to get a handful yourself, roaming over the tall frame of the blonde, but suddenly being completely immobilized, by what seemed, an invisible force holding you in place. “We don´t play like that, sweetheart.”

You gasp at the sudden force, holding your frame in place, a low chuckle leaving the throat of the man atop of you as you whince, a sudden pain on your ankles and the feeling of a warm liquid showing you that you had cut yourself on somethin. “I wouldn´t want to move too much if I were you. Those strings can get really sharp if one struggles too much.” Your eyes widen, horrified, as you realize that the warlord seemingly had used the power of his devil fruit on you. “What´s your deal?!” you muffle, trying to stay calm, the sudden tension in the situation not being to your liking, at all.

Could it, be?! Your breath hitched.

“Fufufu, I should be the one asking that.” He smiles at you wickedly, fear rising from the pits of your stomach. You had a bad feeling about this. And if you would be right about it, then you were in the most horrible situation right now.

“I didn´t know world government sends out sluts nowadays for their missions.” As soon as the words leave the lips of the warlord, it runs ice-cold down your spine, a menacing smile showing his pearly white teeth to you. “You really have a nerve to stroll around my kingdom on a day like this, trying to get some kind of information out of me. Luckily that little brat Law ran into you. To dumb only the world government and warlords know about Amber Lead not being contagious.”

Horrified, you look at the man atop of you as he gackles meanly at you. “And now look at you. All tied up, in the trap I set out for you.” You gasp as he suddenly pushed his long thick fingers between your legs, fingers pressing against your clothed core, his smile widening as he discovers the wet patch. “Fufufu, someone's eager.”

“Shut up!” you growl at him, trying to close your legs but failing miserably due to the sharp strings holding your body in place, cutting yourself on the razor sharp threads. “Watch your words, little one. You´re in no place to spite me.” he purrs, pressing harder onto your folds, the material between you creating just the right friction. You try to stifle the moan, wanting to escape you.

“Now tell me, sweetheart…why does the CP0 send me a slut? Are they that short on staff?” he taunts you, fingers agonizingly slow circling around your clothed private parts. “Don´t ridicule me! I´m an agent!” you spit at him, concentrating on not giving yourself away to him any more than you already had. “Fufufu, if that´s really true then I´m shocked how desperate you were mere seconds ago to indulge with me fucking you.” Cackling to himself, he tightened the grip of the strings on your body a bit, the strings cutting uncomfortably into your skin. “Or did the thought of getting it on with me, turn you on so much, that it clouded your ability to think straight, little agent?”

A groan left your body, your pulse speeding up as the pressure of the thin white cords. You cursed yourself mentally for the wetness that pooled between your legs, relishing in the snug feelings of Doflamingos strings pulling your hands and legs in place. “My, my, how obscene. If I wouldn´t know it better, I would say you really get off from this.” Menacingly, the blonde smirked, lowering his face right next to yours, his long tongue lolling out of his mouth, revealing the gold piercing once again. “But I guess, being controlled by somebody else is just in your nature, huh?”

“That´s not true.” You reply instantly, though suddenly realizing, that maybe, he wasn´t completely wrong. You were only a tool used by the world government to do whatever they wanted. They didn´t care two shits about you, sending you single-handedly to Dressrosa right into the hands of the Yaksha himself, cowering dangerously close right atop of you. As soon as you bit the dust, they would substitute you. Horrified you looked back at Doflamingo.

“What now? Don´t tell me you never once thought about this.” He laughed at you further, Tears pricking hotly at your eyes. You try to suppress them, but the utter horror of your failure combined with the fact that the CP0 would probably throw you away as soon as they heard of it, was too much to handle. Besides your current situation of being trapped under the dangerous Donquixote Doflamingo himself, that is. The laugh of the blonde man made the whole ordeal a thousand times worse. If you could, you just would have ceased to exist on the spot.

But as soon at the warlord realized your tears, he suddenly got quiet. A long-calloused finger brushed over your check, wiping it away, licking the fluid from his finger with his long tongue. “Tears really don´t suit your pretty face, sweetheart. It also doesn´t solve a thing.” You hiccup at him, completely dazed by your emotions.

Seemingly mulling something over in his head, he brushes through your hair, tan long fingers gently rippling through your h/c locks. Then he stops and looks you dead in your e/c eyes.

“Let me make you an helping offer.” His glasses shine at you. “You see, despite the people’s opinions, I´m not a total monster.” you shudder as his hands slowly traces from your head down your body, a gasp escaping your lips as he reaches your thighs, gripping them deliciously. “Since you´re pretty much dead for Cipher Pole, why don´t you give yourself to me? You´ll be a great addition to my family as a former Agent.” You look at him, still helplessly dazed the only thing coming out of your throat being a hoarse “Why.”

“See it as a win-win situation.” He lifts both of his hands up showing all of his ten slender fingers to you, grinning at you manically “A perfect puppet for a perfect puppeteer.”

“Sound like a match-made in heaven.” you say sulky, still broken from your utterly miserable failure.

“And…” he pauses dramatically, coming a bit closer to your face. “We can still indulge in this little sin of ours, if that´s still what you want” He cages you again, as his face looms right next to you. You look briefly at him, shutting your eyes for a mere second, before opening them up again and giving him a defeated nod. Even a blind person could see that your situation was utterly a dead end.

You had failed your mission. Or as Cipher Pole would lay it out to you, you also had failed at being one of their top agents, making your existence in their ranks utterly worthless. And though you were broken for the moment, trying to progress your failure slowly, you know deep down, that you didn´t have a death wish. Which is why you told the menacing men over you directly to his face: “I agree. Under one condition.” He raises his eyebrow questioningly.

“I want to dance with you again.” As you gave Doflamingo your condition, the tall blonde looked at you for a brief second, apparently not anticipating your answer. Then he began to laugh loudly, cupping your check gently, yet determined to calm himself.

“Fufufu, you´re really something!” He cups your jaw with two long fingers, continuing. “You´re wish shall be granted. Afterall, there´s no shame in wanting to dance with the devil.” Then the strings on your body suddenly disappear, letting you move your tensed up limbs a bit. You sigh in relief, surprised at the newfound freedom. Just as you want to scramble into a more comfortable position on the big bed, a determined hand pushes you back in place.

“Did I say you could move?” You look up to the blonde, now freed from his tacky coat, jacket and shirt, only residing in his dress pants. Your mouth begins to water at the sight in front of you. The defined muscle on the bronze skin of the warlord has your breath pitch high, but what really catches your attention are the two gold bars, that decorate his pink nipples.

“Cat got your tongue?” Doflamingo smirks at you, seemingly pleased by your reaction. In all of his adventurous encourages, there was nobody -men or women- who yet wasn´t flabbergasted by his godly body, the piercings always being just the icing on the cake. He grinned as you clutched your thighs together, obviously turned on by his sight.

I´m gonna have a lot of fun with this one… he thought to himself, before closing the distance between your two bodies, claiming your lips in the process, broad hands freeing you from the suffocating material that hid your bare skin offensively from him. If you didn´t know already that Doflamingo was a menace to himself and the people around him, you would have known it now, was when the powerful Yaksha growled into your ear:

“Be sure to give me a good show, sweetheart. We want the whole kingdom to know what a naughty little slut you are for your new king. See this as your rebirth ritual.”

Mere minutes later, only loud groans, desperate crys of pleasure and the slapping of skin could be heard in the bedroom of the Yaksha Dressrosas. The tall blonde man was sheeted balls deep into you, his long length stretching you out to the fullest. You on the other hand layed on your belly while he fucked you mercilessly from behind, hands on your hips, while your own were being hold on your back bis thin strings of his.

An especially low groan left the blondes lips, as he drilled his hard cock depper than before inside you. You cried out in response, taking him surprisingly well, walls snug around him, sucking him in deeper with every new thrust. Ravishing in getting railed like this you leveled yourself on your elbows, trying to hold your hips against Doflamingos grip, creating even more friction between you two.

“Now, look at that.” He grins widely, one hand gripping on your neck, pushing your head into the mattress. “Didn´t think you could take me so well. I feel flattered, sweetheart.” You mewl at the nickname, lost in pleasure as Doflamingo thrusts relentlessly into you.

Moaning loudly from the pleasure you received, you buried your head further into the linen under you, shirking loudly when the man suddenly pulled out of you and turned you on your side, plunging himself back into you after angling one of your legs up into the air with his strings.

“F-Fuck, D-Doflamingo!"

“Doffy.” He just grunts bluntly, not stopping in his motions of fucking you senseless. You blink at him, irritated. “D-Doffy?” You try the name out once more, getting used to the taste how it glides from your tongue. “Yeah, just like that.” he retorts, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, hoisting himself into you, before musing, “Sounds pretty from your lips.”

You blush at his comment, looking away quickly, hands digging into the linen under you, the same feelings of adoration bubble up inside you, hating how much you loved seeing the more passionate side of the man in front of you. A sudden pressure on your abdomen snaps you out of your thoughts. “Attention on me, sweetheart. I want you to be fully there when I fill you up.”

You look up at Doffy, e/c eyes widen with surprise as he looks down on you, his face eyebrows scrunched together, forehead in wrinkles as he´s seemingly close to his release. The moment he´s sure your focus is back on the present, he gives you a big grin, licks over his lips and turns you back on your back wrapping his arms around your torso tightly, starting to pound back into you, pressing his tip into you as deep as he can. “Ah, D-Doffy!” you cry out, nails digging into his broad tan back, leaving red marks on it.

“God, you feel so nice around me, sweetheart.” He groans into the nape of your neck, his orgasm coming closer by the second, finally snapping as you press your hips flush against his, searching for your own sweet release, which didn´t wait any longer, than a few extra thrusts on the warlords side.

Tired, you let yourself fall onto the mattress, closing your eyes with a content sigh. You don´t even realize how the tall man pulls out of you, only registering his absence between your legs when you suddenly get pulled into his warm embrace from behind, pushing his seed back into you as it pools from the insides of your legs. “Fufufu, now now y/n, don´t waste a single drop your king gave you so graciously.”

Startled, you look at the warlord. “Just relax, okay?” He muses, drawing small circles over your belly. “You´re with me now.” “But the government...” you start but get interrupted from Doffy scoffing at you. “Like I said, you´re with me now. They wouldn´t dare to lay a finger on a member of my family. Besides that, they already showed me a big fuck you by sending you in” he huffs, pulling you closer against his firm chest.

For a brief second, you're speechless. Then, defeated by the blonde’s logic, you try to ease into him, the smell of sandalwood and grapefruit mixing in your nose with the overall scent of sex in the air. At least you were reassured, that the Donquixote leader had no intention of you getting hurt. Well, expect maybe of him, if you wished for that. But that would be for another story.

“So, tell me y/n.” You could feel the Cheshire grin of the taller man behind you on the nape of your neck as he asked, “Did you like this private dance with me?” You just nodded, still tired from the passionate make out you just indulged in with the warlord, the whole situation just slowly sinking into your fucked out mind.

“Good.” He grins some more, hugging your form more into him. “Because now that you’re with the Donquixote Family, you´ll have a lot more chances to dance with the devil.”

#one piece #op #donquixote doflamingo x reader #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law #imagines #headcanons #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario #one piece imagines #doflamingo x you #doflamingo x reader #my stuff

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hikari-drkspc · 1 year

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↬ general yandere! stanley headcanon

character: stanley snyder [dr. stone]

warning: yandere, mentions of m0rder, mentions of viol3nc3 ; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 698

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3

➳ Stanley would definitely be the more possessive type of yandere if anything.

➳ He’s the type of guy that doesn’t take no for an answer, so you will be his no matter what.

➳ His obsession would start as a simple attraction towards you. He just finds you amusing to a degree and he likes interacting with you.

➳ As he found himself falling more and more in love with you, his desires to keep you all to himself grow alongside his feelings.

➳ Which is never a good thing to happen, by the way.

➳ You should definitely expect him to remind you of who you belong to constantly, even to the point of suffocating you.

➳ I’d say he’s one of the most extremely dangerous yandere in the Dr. Stone universe. Not only because he won’t hesitate to kill anyone that he detests, but also because there’s a chance for you to be one of them too.

➳ Stanley has lived his life as a military officer and I’m betting he has never experienced love before, therefore making his understanding of it to be extremely twisted.

➳ He expects you to obey him, and if you don’t, well, let’s not talk about the consequences.

➳ As I said before, I somehow imagine Stanley to consider the choice to kill you, even though it’s a rare occasion for yanderes to kill their darlings and the most they would do is to break them to the point of no return.

➳ Although, for him to actually consider this decision, you must have pushed him a tiny bit too far.

➳ He thought that maybe as a corpse, you’d be more obedient to him and won’t question his love.

➳ But enough talking about him killing his darling, let’s talk about how he’d act around you.

➳ He’s not a fan of PDA but he still occasionally does so just to show the others that you belong to him. It wasn’t even done out of true affection for you. He just did that to assert dominance.

➳ When you two are alone, he would have you sit down beside him and let him rest his head on your lap after completing whatever task Xeno had given him.

➳ He’s a manipulative and calculating type of yandere and would fabricate a lot of lies in order to make you stay with him.

➳ He’s not a delusional yandere, but his limited understanding and knowledge of love made him not quite realize what he’s doing is wrong.

➳ Actually, even if he knew, he won’t actually stop his behaviour.

➳ His way of showing his affection is by playing with your hair. Whenever he rests his head on your lap, he would twirl some of your strands of hair and kiss it.

➳ He’s a very blunt and straightforward guy so he constantly would tell you how beautiful you are. He won’t actually shower you with lots of praises every single minute or anything, so he makes sure his compliments sounded as genuine as possible.

➳ He won’t hesitate to kill or at the very least, break a bone or two, of anyone who does as much as stare at you.

➳ He’d be so disgusted by them. You’re not at fault for being so beautiful. No, of course you’re not at fault. It’s those filthy pigs’ faults for not understanding their damn place and even thinks of getting their hands on you.

➳ Stanley won’t hesitate to kill anyone or everyone but he has made Xeno an exception. Not because he felt indebted to him for whatever reason that makes him work for the scientist nor is it because he considers Xeno to be his friend. Rather, it’s because it would be extremely inconvenient to live in the Stone World without the aid of a genius such as himself. Even with all that has been said and done, he still loves you albeit a little too twisted. He doesn’t wish for you to live in the wilderness anytime soon.

➳ He can show his undying affection for you, but only under one condition and that being you not opposing him in any way possible. All you need to do is just humor him and you will be safe from the clutches of Death.

#yandere #tw: yandere #dr stone #dr stone yandere #dr stone x reader #dr stone yandere x reader #stanley snyder #dr stone stanley #dr stone stanley x reader #dr stone yandere stanley

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maibluemen · 12 days

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🌵🍄 and 🔪!

writers’ truth or dare asks!

🌵: share the link to a playlist you love

big fan of @doomspiral ‘s gil playlist!

🍄: share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

hmm modern day, gil definitely has a key to tolys’s house but almost never uses it, he pretty much always just breaks in sfdfd

🔪: what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

amusingly i don’t think this qualifies as weird by writer standards so much, but i am always interested in reading about drugs lol. it started the first time i read catch-22, there was a passing mention of ether and i didn’t know what it was…less interested in inhalants these days but i can tell you about pervitin. make of that what you will. (i mean i can also tell you about inhalants and how wrong hollywood gets them sfdfd but)

hypothermia is probably the most uhh environmentally-induced danger i’ve researched in depth. again idt it’s that weird, but i do know a fair amount about it lol

and i tend to get caught on looking up really mundane things like “when was whitewash invented” “what did the transit of [city] look like in [year]” “how many pieces of fabric would it take to construct this garment” etc (that last one can be surprisingly hard to find info on for modern—post industrialization—western fashion btw! but it can tell you a lot about the resources available at the time and such, and can testify to how old certain garments are eg hanfu, the body of which is traditionally only made with one piece of fabric—so there will only be one seam down one side of it—which indicates it’s pretty old. kimono likewise the main body is made with two pieces of fabric, and there is a seam down the center back which will usually be covered by the obi…etc…)

#domande #kitaychan #the reason fewer pieces of fabric = older is because it’s much more like #this is a garment you make while avoiding wasting ANY FABRIC. AT ALL.#no cutting!!!#which indicates like it’s still expensive and time consuming to make fabric compared to today #etc etc #note none of those last things have been relevant in any published fic really sfsfd but in wips and abandoned projects #and a little bit art ref too

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popawritter12 · 3 days

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Could I request headcanons for

Yandere blood moon pyke with a male reader who is a singer.

Author's notes: These days were… somewhat complex for me, sorry if I left everything for a few days, I'm trying to come back <3.

Yandere! Bloodmoon! Pyke Headcanons x Male! Singer! Reader

Chances of your loved ones being killed

I mean, you would have a better chance of killing them-

Don't get me wrong, this demon is a great danger to the world itself. However, my dear anon, I don't see that he is interested in the death of those close to you.

Will he lead you to murder them? Possibly.

Now, would he kill them? Nah.

First impressions

You were a singer belonging to a cult that was basically the complete opposite of the Blood Moon in general. What do I mean by this?

The cult was not centered on the Blood Moon, but on a human being called “Angel of the Andes.”

That angel was no one but you, reader; The cult tried to show itself as a perfect being, from the finest fabrics to your skin or the best skin care were provided to you only for each appearance on stage; your voice honed with inhuman hours of training and a love in every word that could only be described as pure.

An angel on earth that was extracted from a remote town far from civilization, one called “The Andes”

Of course the whole story could have been a lie but oh well.

To give you an idea; an image that bordered on the divine due to excess perfection, all your appearances were so calculated and perfected that they bordered on the inhuman, the seams in each costume, the affection expressed in each lyric of all the songs; You were called “the angel on earth,” and rightly so, you were loved in many nations.

You were so superficially loved, so resoundingly acclaimed as a deity, so… horribly idealized, everything was so superficial that in your mind you were… empty. You felt like that shell that looks so perfect on the outside, but inside has so little happiness that it feels empty, tremendously empty.

And so, you tried to look for something to fill that void, and you found that in books. Soon, in your long travels across Runeterra, you found the darkest part in the books.

The Blood Moon summoning rituals were very new, and in fact it was incredibly difficult to get a copy of information about the demons or cultists attacking Runeterra. However, even with everything you had done, it took you a long time to get a copy, and even longer to hide it from your parents and friends.

So, Pyke met you when you summoned him.

It was a funny night, actually.

Fall in love

He was beyond confused, I mean, anyone would be if a singer who is revered as perfect out of nowhere SUMMONS A DEMON.

He asked you what you wanted, and when your response was a measly “I was curious” he was three times as confused, I mean, anyone would be-

You insisted that you were interested in talking to him; You didn't want to make sacrifices or anything, you just needed a friend.

And in part, he felt that you were screwing him, mostly because he was obviously not used to talking to humans but his job was simply to take demons to their next bodies to occupy.

But just as he was about to leave, he noticed the great amount of sacrifices you had made; They were more than necessary.

“Will you summon me again?” he asked.

“As many times as necessary,” you responded.

And he snorted, angry.

And, as the days passed, you invoked him, again and again and again…

And when you invoked him, you only talked about everyday things, you showed that side of yourself that no one had seen.

This is not going to end well…

Beginning of Yanderism

They had a very strange friendship, and obviously it didn't take long until it became routine for him to see you, even going so far as to greet you on several of the occasions when you called on him.

But suddenly, you stopped doing it.

At first he thought you were looking for more sacrifices, and it was normal that he even felt relieved not to have a human calling him every damn week.

But, as the weeks went by, he became intrigued to know what was going on with you. And he decides to go by his will to see you.

He encounters a scenario… very strange.

Chained to a bed, a look of penury on your face… It was obvious that something had happened.

And it didn't take long for him to enter your room, ask, and see that your eyes were practically almost bursting into tears when you saw him.

He, out of curiosity, asked you what happened, why was there a chain? Or why were you so broken that your dark circles were noticeable? And why weren't you smiling anymore?

He got no response, as you just sobbed, the emotions that you had held so tightly to your soul had consumed you to the point that… you weren't the same person.

When he dared to ask what had happened, he only got the most obvious answer; His parents, and the rest of the cult found the book of invocations, and the sacrifices you had used.

You had sacrificed people, their people, you had used people's corpses, their corpses, and you used them as sacrifice, their sacrifices. What kind of monster had you become?

No, they could not allow the representative figure of so many people to be shown as corrupt, committing such heresies. And that's why they locked you up, separated you from the entire world, and tried not to let you out.

And believe me, a person who has had the privilege of interacting with someone like Pyke only means that… those who make him suffer will pay in blood.

And there you have it.

First murder or Yandere act

Eye by eye, tooth by tooth.

He murders those primarily responsible for your confinement, and it is worse if something on the level of physical abuse or worse, sexual level occurs.

Weeks passed until the service returned to normal; new people, new ideas, they even let you choose which places to go and sing!

You don't think there was anyone else involved, do you?

TRUE?

Relationship or kidnapping

The relationship between the two of you became beyond strange; Now you didn't invoke him, it was he who was chasing you. He would show up in your room at unexpected hours, temporarily abandon his “job,” and dedicate himself to making sure that no one, absolutely NO ONE dared to do anything else.

However, you weren't complaining; not because you knew he had done it for your good or your safety, or even if it was because you meant more than just a friend to him. It was because you were afraid of him, very afraid.

You were as touchy as possible, and even on stage, it took a lot of getting used to knowing he was there; observing, always attentive to any movement of yours.

Sooner or later, the bomb is going to explode.

Coexistence

It's horrendously terrifying for you.

Not only in the sense that you were terrified that he would react badly to any of your friends (which it should be noted happens on several occasions), and even if you try to explain it to him, he won't understand it; + He does not understand limits, and he is the focus of fights on this point of coexistence between the two.

Marriage and family

Not to either of them.

In the first because we are literally talking about a DEMON.

And in the second because he simply does not care what your family thinks of him.

In this case, would he adopt?

Nah, I don't think so.

More than the fact that he barely understands what a “friendship” relationship between humans is (and “friendship” take it with a pinch of salt)

Bad ending

Well here comes my favorite part

There comes a point when you can no longer resist what you think; They end up in a very strong fight; You screamed and even sobbed in the middle, you were very terrified and damaged by the “friendship” you had with him. It was painful to know that he had done so many horrendous things for a simple friendship.

Or at least, what you thought was a friendship.

Pyke ends up… walking away from you. You thought that was the end, and that he wasn't going to come back, and that everything was going to go back to “normal.” But, a couple of days later you realized that it was completely the opposite.

He returned to the “temple” that had your cult, but he had gone for a very specific reason;

A demon behind him, looking for a new body to invade, accompanied him.

And when he let the demon go to invade you, the terrifying demon ends up invading your body, corrupting your mind and forcing you to be like him, to be a part of him, to now be someone like him.

That night, the blood flowed, it disappeared as so many people died that your memories are blurred of those you murdered or those you decided to harm until they never came back to life again.

When you came to, you tried to kill Pyke, he had hurt you so much and ruined your life in such a horrendous way that it caused you to be changed forever. And you thought you could make him pay.

However, someone like him couldn't die, and he refused to fight you; He had fulfilled his purpose, and also, he had made sure that you were part of that purpose, so that you would live with him too.

Reasons to be a Yandere:

-Let's agree that he has no other purpose in life other than bringing demons into his body, so many things can happen if he is given something like a friendship.

-Demons have no scruples, they are quite sadistic and cruel, so they do not know that moral line of what is right or wrong.

Extra data

-Deep down, he likes to listen to you sing.

-After the bad ending, he resorts to following you everywhere; Not to make sure he's okay, but to take care of you. He knows how hard it is to be a demon for a newly arrived human!

-You are like his “weak point”, he cannot get angry or fight with you, you are his human, he cannot get angry with the only one who accepted him as a friendship.

-He probably spent DAYS researching which demon to bring to invade your body; either they were too stupid or too gross for you.

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