#A little rusty but yk what? I like it-
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The 3 definitions of stupid
Author’s note 📝: This is mainly in 3rd pov. Also here's a fun game, take a shot everytime you read stupid lol
1.2k word count
Warnings ⚠️: kinda cheating¿ implied s3xu@l relations but not really explored, toxic!rindou, like 1 or 2 curse words~
In hindsight, to other Bonten officials you were smart, level-headed and assiduous. But when it came to a certain someone, they all bet you’d go stupid for that person no matter what.
Your profession was not ideal. Your profession required you to do all sorts of things a normal moral person would abhor. You could no longer associate with the ‘normal’ crowd as a result. Left only to the hands none other than you bloodied ones, and to people with the same amount of blood on theirs.
But even so, no matter how much you’ve seen the light leave people’s eyes you couldn’t help but glance at a soulless pair. No matter how ruthless they were, no matter how much they held hate or how much they’d glared at yours.
Violet, like the color that blinded your vision when you fired a shot. Like your favorite scent that could never fail to calm you.
You were a puppet with strings. And he was a damn good puppeteer.
But you see, even if you weren’t that stupid, he was.
The glint in his eyes told you so. The glint that only appeared when a certain equally stupid girl entered the vicinity.
The kind of stupid girl who jumped into rivers for kittens who fell in.
It was a ridiculous pairing that came straight out of the imagination of a naive little girl no older than 7. Even so, you couldn’t deny it. You envied the light he showed her, the effort he tried to give her. Hers and only hers you could say.
Even if all her actions came with more cons than the good she meant to do. But that’s not to say it was excusable. Good intentions alone aren’t exactly enough you see.
No good person would boast about the good deeds she does. No good person would go around preaching about morality to a group of criminals.
Better yet, no sane person would even hang around the most wanted criminals. If she deemed herself as good why hasn't she called the police yet?
Not only were you hard-working, you were observant as well. Though a better term would be, you had eyes. You saw things no reader, no sideline character could see.
The way the car that the heroine jumped in front of to save her kind, a lamb going straight to the slaughterhouse, hit a tree with the person inside just barely escaping. Unfortunately for him he couldn’t escape the bullet that went straight for him after, much less expect it.
Or like the man she pleaded to save, all because she believed in second chances. Who ended up killing a group of teenagers because of driving under the influence.
It seemed as if you were the only person to notice that as well. Everybody else saw her as this righteous, upright and incorruptible female figure that made their days brighter.
You were the complete opposite. Not that you minded, you could care less about what they thought of you. You were way past the line of caring. Not even when those ruthless death-trapping blank eyes narrowed at you.
Only he could make use of those eyes like that. The power that makes them so lovable and able to convey a deep meaning even when they were used only for the most gruesome sights, a look into what he was thinking. And more often than not, you knew he wasn’t thinking about pretty things when looking at you.
“See? I told y’all a sadistic b*tch like she could handle things without me.” He tried to excuse himself from the glares that he was thrown with after you had reported how your mission went to your boss. A mission that was meant to be joint with him. But you could guess why he ditched. After all, it was a special day for a special someone.
As for yourself, you could have said a lot of things. In fact you did have a lot to say. But you stayed silent. Already feeling tired even when you’ve yet to talk, let alone glance at him.
Why won’t you? you ask. Because who knows what kind of expression he’s making. You could only have one of his looks directed at you after all. Everything else was reserved. Hers and hers alone.
You don’t think you could take it either. Not when you were hopelessly pining. Why? Why was it like that?
Well, not even you could figure it out. After all, there are a lot of things you can’t explain to anyone, even when you feel it again and again, or when they’ve been explained. Not everybody has the privilege of being able to explain things.
But oh, how he was stupid. Absolutely moronic, foolish and dumbwitted.
But so were you.
You find yourself thinking that at the deepest depths of the night. On his bed.
You couldn’t even cry anymore from how much shame you felt. You could only chuckle as you imagined what you looked like at that very moment. How he convinced you to join him as he practically spelled out for you how he was never going to get tied up with the same girl he ditched you for.
“Our lives are a heck of a lot different, you already know that” Hands behind his neck, a cigarette in between his chapped but sultry lips. You couldn’t help but admire the way it moved, the way the shape of your name was displayed on his mouth.
“I wasn’t really gonna’ like, tie the knot with her. Just a one-time thing.”
But you tried to fight back your desires. “And suddenly that falls under my business, how?”
One of his hands trailed over the top of your head, to the apple of your cheek. He caressed it which made you lean on the warmth that was radiating off of it. You tried to gaze into his eyes as he did so but before you could he had already slammed it to the wall behind you.
Trapping you in between his predatory gaze as he said “Because I’m not stupid enough to pass on a beatiful woman like you who noticed a no-good man like me.”
How irrational you were. How incredibly desire-driven you were. Stupid.
You couldn’t help but be curious how he knew, your desire was undeniable. However, it was silent. As silent as the pleading of your group to stop the crimes all of you cause.
And now you bear the consequences of a reckless decision.
Staring at the object in front of you that could potentially change everything you’re doing in life. You couldn’t help the bile that rose to your mouth.
What was even more nauseating was the scene occurring in front of you now. It was tormenting.
“You’re different.” He brushed her hair back. Wiping away the tears that continuously poured out of her lively eyes.
You couldn’t help the utter laughter that bubbled out of you. “Aww Look at you comforting people with the words you wished someone would say to you.”
Clenching his teeth at the interruption, all the attention was now on you. Stoic and calm, that’s what your posture said. But the madness and disappointment oozing out of you was loud.
“I take it back. You’re not stupid at all. The line was crossed 50 kilometers ago, you’re unable to even think for yourself.” You breathed out. Shaking your head as you left. Possibly everything.
To other Bonten officials you were smart, level-headed and assiduous. But when it came to a certain someone, they were all correct in believing that you’d go stupid for a person no matter what.
You were stupid for burying your head underwater.
#A little rusty but yk what? I like it-#tokyo revengers fanfiction#tokyo revengers one shot#tokyo revengers scenarios#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers x y/n#tokyo revengers x you#tokyo revengers angst#rindou haitani#rindou haitani x reader#rindou x reader#haitani rindou x reader
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hey guys did u miss me :3 i am most likely back !!! i feel like i owe everyone an actual explanation what happened that i disappeared for a moment;
first, i was really sick and couldn’t really do a thing, and if i had the energy, i had no motivation, then i got 100$ stollen from me so i basically had a really low episode. sorry for the inactivity, i was sick for almost three weeks & had to go to doctors multiple times. there was more, but i don’t want to dump it all here, since it’s literally a fic post and those things are private so um!! yk.
either way, here comes the actual post, and then i’ll actually get to my rqs so no worries, i’m not missing anyone out! i might be just a biiiiit rusty. just a bit. i lowkey hate this i think
leon x fem!reader, of course it’s a smut, soft soft soft, soft dom!leon, lovelovelovelove, leon letting you try to ride him basically
the last thing Leon likes is being vulnerable. well, one of the last things. he hates being seen as weak, emotional. he’s the strong person of the relationship, he can’t show his emotions right? he’s so deep into that headspace that it was almost impossible to pull him out. he always found an excuse to not let you take care of him.
you would try and suggest taking control in bed, and he always found a way to make you stop thinking about it. it’s not that Leon doesn’t trust you. he trusts his darling more than anyone else, even himself sometimes, but letting someone take control over him just.. sounds weird. to him. he’s also nervous about lying back down and letting you do the job. what if you won’t like it or something? he doesn’t want to mess up. it’s just that Leon doesn’t know what to do when he’s not taking care of someone or when he’s not being ordered around.
when he finally agreed though, he still kept his hands on your hips. not bruising, but it’s still there, large hands holding onto your hips, controlling the pace. he’s not ready to let go fully, he has to hold onto even the slightest bit of control. it brings him a peace of mind in its own way.
but you also bring a peace of mind to him, and he finds himself letting go, even if a little. the feeling of your walls surrounding his length is enough to make him go stupid. Leon has always been quick to grow pussydrunk on you. every time you squeeze around him, he thinks he might bust a nut right there at this moment. the fact you’re so beautiful doesn’t help either; he finds himself losing in the sight of you all the time, his eyes blown out, that stormy blue of his almost nonexistent with his pupils wide.
“Goddamn, your grip on me isn’t fair…” he half whines half grunts it out — it’s true, though. you don’t even have to do anything and he’s already on his knees if you need him to. only for you though — there’s no way anyone else would ever have this type of grip on him. you’re squeezing him so damn hard, he’s losing his mind. he can’t help himself — he agreed to you taking control but he finds himself thrusting his hips up, taking over the pace because your pussy just feels too good.
when you stop moving your hips, he whines. he was feeling so good, but you took it away! looking at you with blown out eyes, he pouts his lips, only for you to remind him he’s supposed to let go. he knows you want him to relax and let you take control— but he just can’t, not fully. still, he tries.
his hands hold onto the fat of your hips, lifting your hips up and down, making you bounce on him, his heavy balls slapping against your ass and making loud clapping noises echoing through the room.
“Fuckkk, your pussy’s so damn good.. can’t hold back when you’re gripping me so fucking hard, feels ‘s warm,” your slick leaks down onto his pelvis, both of your juices mixing into a mess, your sweat mingling with his. one of his hand trails up, pulling you down to wrap his lips around your breast, suckling on it as if you were about to start leaking milk. you tug on his hair, clenching around his fat cock which causes him to groan around your nipple, resulting in you arching your back. he pulls away just a bit to attach his lips to your neck, a faint grin forming on his lips every time you react to his touch. he got you too dumb on his cock for you to keep reminding him that it’s his turn to be lying down and just taking it, just as pussydrunk he is on you, and he’s planning to use it. he still keeps you on top of him but he’s thrusting in and out of you so fast you can’t quite catch up, his pillowy lips all over you making you feel dizzy. you can feel his cock starting to throb and him getting just a tiny bit bigger. he’s relentlessly hitting your sweet spot which has you mewling for him, just the way he loves. it doesn’t take long before you cream all over his thick length, your toes curling and walls pulsing with every heartbeat of yours. soon enough, Leon follows suit, thick cum bursting out into deep your guts.
when both of you cool off from the peak, you grumble about how it was supposed to be him being the submissive one for once, but he just laughs it off with a kiss on your nose before speaking with that grin of his,
“Maybe one day, sweetheart. Gotta work up for it.”
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EMERGENCY CONTACT
-> you’re only supposed to call when you want each other, but what happens when she calls you because she needs you? (part 1: lead the way)
jennie x reader
smut, fluff, angst - a triple threat >:)
word count: 2.7k
warnings: swearing, slight stalking moment
a/n: helloooo! happy new year again to everyone :D i know some of you have been waiting for this to drop, so i hope you enjoy it! as usual, it's not proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes you may come across while reading. i'm also sorry if this is rusty, i've had writer's block for so long and it's only starting to get a little bit better,, but anw i love you all and remember to take care of yourselves!
the sound of wet kisses and quiet whimpers are the only things heard within the walls of jennie’s bedroom.
“fuck y/n, just like that” jennie moans as her hands get tangled in your hair, trying to push you even closer to her dripping wet core. you lap your tongue along the length of her slit causing the raven haired girl to arch her back.
“oh god! i’m so close baby, please don’t stop”
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after reaching her orgasm and allowing her to return the favour, the two of you lay together in her bed trying to catch your breaths before jennie starts to giggle.
“what’s so funny miss kim?”
“nothing, it’s just that i’ll always be amazed by the way you fuck me y/n”
you turn over to face her and pull her closer to you, smiling as you two fall asleep together.
you don’t recall explicitly stating the terms and conditions of your “relationship”, for lack of a better word. after the first night you and jennie hooked up, she began calling you up in the late hours of the night saying she needed to “destress from work”, obviously meaning she needed the stress fucked out of her. you eventually started to do the same once midterm season was slowly approaching, and that’s how this whole thing started really. to an outsider, this was a simple friends with benefits situation but you didn’t really call like calling it that. to be quite honest, you didn’t know what to call this; you’re just satisfied with it.
but you felt a change and you didn’t like where it was going.
the last few times you’ve slept with jennie went as they usually do - you two meet up, have dinner, take a stroll somewhere and then eagerly rush to one of your places to have sex. then in the morning, whoever wakes up first makes breakfast (you’ve been to each other’s places enough times to know where everything is) and then one of you leaves until the cycle continues again. it was almost a routine at this point, so you start to question when you notice jennie trying to break it.
your suspicions started when you woke up to her staring at you. not so much in a creepy manner, but more so like she was adoring you as you slept. when your eyes open and they meet hers, a smile slowly grows as her somewhat hoarse voice (from all the screaming yk) manages to let out a soft “good morning.” you look into her eyes momentarily, noticing a glint of something that wasn’t there before but you ignore it. “morning,” you say as you get up and make way for the bathroom, not looking back to notice a sulking jennie.
then you noticed how she snuggles into your neck and places a soft kiss just below your jawline, whispering a “thank you” before drifting off to sleep. jennie has only recently been thanking you for having sex with her, and with you being the slight overthinker that you are, you believe that her “thank you” may have a slightly different meaning; something that she knows she doesn't want to admit yet.
today, you noticed how she begged to stay even after breakfast.
“what’s the rush? i don’t have work today and you don’t have classes”
“come on, we always do this jen, you know time’s up after breakfast”
“well, i wanna change it up today. why don’t we go do something fun?”
“like?”
“take me on a date,” she casually says, causing you to nearly choke on your almost finished coffee.
“a date? why?”
“it’s just a way for us to bond”
“is bonding in bed not enough?”
“oh come on y/n, it’s just a fun little date”
you sigh in defeat, watching as your opponent hops off the couch in glee to get dressed, but not before planting a kiss on your cheek.
“thank you,” she says, almost lovingly. you say nothing in return and just proceed to your room to get ready for this “date.”
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“how much longer?” you yell from outside the dressing room. unfortunately for you, the term “date” to jennie just meant going shopping with her.
“someone’s eager to see me,” the girl smirks as she pulls the curtain back to reveal her in a simple yet elegant black dress.
“help me zip up please?” jennie’s back is towards you and you can’t help but stare hungrily at the bare skin. as you grab the zipper, you slowly pull it up to close the dress but your intrusive thoughts came over you and you begin leaving soft kisses on her back before you could zip it up completely. jennie sighs at the feeling of your lips on her skin. as you move up closer to her neck, you feel her arm wrap around the back of your neck. nibbling softly on the lobe of her ear, you whisper, “why don’t i just unzip this dress and take you right here, right now?” but as much as she wanted it, jennie stops your movements and turns to face you.
“i want a day without sex, y/n”
“huh? why, did you get your period or something?”
“no, i just want to enjoy this day without having to end it with sex like we always do”
your suspicions began to rise again. though you meet up with her every so often for your little fuck buddy system, you two rarely saw each other outside of that simply because of school and work. so for her to be asking for a day to just be with you without the sex makes you wonder why? and for what reason?
still, you decide to go along with it and see where it takes you. you leave the store without the black dress and start walking around the mall by jennie’s side. your left hand was in your pant pocket while you let your right hand swing in the air. when you feel jennie brush her hand against yours, you don’t move your hand for a moment to see if she tries to hold it. and you were right; she slowly tries to interlock your hands together, but you move your hand away and offer to carry her bags instead. this continued for the rest of your time at the mall together, her movements varying from trying to hold your hand or link arms with you, or even trying to snuggle up against you when you bumped into a classmate of yours. anything she tried to initiate, you would shut it down immediately.
on the way to your car, it was silent. you felt something brewing in the air and it didn’t feel good. so as you drive her home, you attempt to lighten the mood.
“damn miss kim, you have so many bags in the back, i can barely see in my rear view mirror”
dead silence.
“i honestly thought you were gonna buy the whole mall back there,” you quickly glance at her to find her staring out the window.
“alright, what’s wrong jennie? why the silent treatment?”
“is sex the only thing you want from me?” she asked, annoyed but her gaze never leaves the window.
“what are you talking about?”
“i know you know. i’m not stupid and neither are you. but is this really all you want out of this? out of us?”
“what ‘us’ are you talking about jen? this is just those things where we casually fuck”
“oh, so it really is just that. i’m just someone you call when you’re horny, that’s it”
“don’t act like you didn't start it!” you raise your voice slightly.
“that’s what it was before i fell in love with you! did you really think that we could pull this off without one of us catching feelings?”
“you seemed like the type, so yes i did”
“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
you pull into the driveway of jennie’s house and shut the engine off. you unbuckle your seatbelt and try to leave the car to go help with her bags, but jennie grabs you by the arm to keep you in your seat.
“i’m gonna ask you again y/n, is sex the only thing you want from me?”
you look at her in the eyes and you watch the tears form in them. this setup was dangerous from the start, but you really tried to keep things casual with her.
“yes. this was supposed to be just sex, and you fucked it up for us”
before you could even say anything else, she unbuckles her own seatbelt and gets out of your car without forgetting to slam the door. she grabs her bags from the trunk and also closes it with a slam. you didn’t even bother to help because you knew she’d reject it, and there was nothing you could do but watch as she angrily marches toward the entrance of her house that you used to be welcome in, until now.
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the internet says it takes roughly 21 days to break a habit. for some people, it could be more and for some, it could be less. but for you and jennie, the routine you two shared managed to be broken in just one second with one sentence.
it’s 3:14am, you can’t sleep and you know you’ll wake up with dark circles under your eyes. still, you lay in bed and stare blankly at the ceiling as you wonder what the fuck was wrong with you.
thinking back to when you two first hooked up, there were no rules or terms and conditions to your situation with jennie. nothing was put in place, no one said that you couldn’t fall in love with each other, so why did you penalize her for it? you had no clue. maybe you were just a natural asshole. or were you just scared?
you can’t deny the fact that there were times you entertained the idea of being in a relationship with jennie. but yes, it did scare you - jennie is a well-known model and has an image to uphold, so what would the public think if they found out you, a broke college student, would be dating her? you’ve imagined the kind of comments you’d get from netizens and you wondered what kind of questions paparazzi would throw towards jennie: “jennie! is it true? are you dating an average college student?” “is it because you feel bad?” “do you pity the girl?” “does she want you for the money?”
it haunts you. you couldn’t bear the thought of being the reason jennie’s image gets ruined.
to try and soothe your brain, you pick up your phone to play some lofi music in hopes to fall asleep. your thumb hovers over a song before seeing a name flash on the top of the screen.
miss kim <3 is calling
you let it ring a couple of times before answering,
“jennie?”
“y/n, hi i’m so sorry but um,” her voice is shaky, as if she was about to cry or if she was scared. you didn’t like either of those options.
“y/n i think i’m being followed. can you please come get me?”
“send your location, i’ll be there as soon as i can”
seeing that she was only a 10 minute walk away, you sprint to where she is and you find her standing in front of a light post in the park. as you approach her, you notice a figure standing near a bench, and a light suddenly illuminates from what looks like his phone; it seems as if he was checking it as if he wasn’t following jennie just now. he definitely noticed your presence but he waits to see if you’d leave her alone.
you whisper to jennie, “are you alright? did he hurt you?”
“i’m okay, he didn’t touch me. but if you didn’t come, i don’t know what he could’ve done. is he still there?”
your eyes glance up and you see the man still standing in the same spot, still looking at his phone.
“yeah, but i have an idea. i just hope it’ll work”
you wait for a moment and you watch his eyes come up from his phone, glances at you and jennie, and then turns to look in the opposite direction. you take this chance to quickly hide into a bush behind you, and you slowly crawl towards the man near the bench. when you’re close enough, you rustle the bushes to get his attention and you watch him get startled by the sudden movement. to add on, you start barking and growling like a dog which made you feel stupid, but it was convincing enough to make him run the opposite way from jennie.
she walks towards you, or the bush rather, and calls for you - “he’s gone now, you can come out now little guy”
“little guy my ass," you say as you dust yourself off of any dirt. "but i honestly didn’t think that would work. do you really think it was convincing?”
“yup, you were a real bitch back there y/n”
“touché”
jennie giggles, “but really, thank you. i’m sorry you were the one i called, i just didn’t know who else would come at this time and you’re the first person in my emergency contacts.”
you say nothing. you simply stare at her, admiring her features that make her who she is. you’re glad you’re her emergency contact. not her manager, not her friends, not even her family; it’s you.
you reach out your hand, "why don't you stay the night? and you can stay as long as you need to”
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jennie sits at the dinner table, watching as you prepare breakfast for the two of you. you insisted she just sit back and relax after what happened last night.
“i’m fine y/n, i could’ve helped you cook”
“it’s alright, you must be tired and hungry”
you place down her plate that was filled with two pancakes, two sunny side up eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit on the side. you set yours down and take a seat, excited to dig in after hearing your stomach growl.
it’s silent for the most part. you don’t want to bring up last night’s events, and you figured jennie must’ve wanted some peace and quiet.
“so y/n..”
well, so much for peace and quiet. you looked up at her in response.
“can we talk? about us?”
“actually yes, we should”
jennie clenches her knife and fork, bracing herself for the worst that could happen.
“jen, i gotta be honest with you. i was just scared of falling in love with you. you know, you have this image you need to maintain and i just didn’t want to be the reason it gets tarnished. i refused to fall in love because i didn’t want any of us to get hurt in the long run”
she says nothing and just pokes at a blueberry, rolling it around the plate.
“however,” you pause slightly for dramatic effect.
“i realized that it was stupid of me to stop myself from falling. and it was also stupid of me to pretend that you weren’t falling. and i realized that i really love the idea of being your emergency contact”
jennie still says quiet, but now she manages to look at you with hope in her eyes.
“basically what i’m saying is that i want to give us a try. not just for the sex, not just this whole thing we got going on, i want the real deal with you. i know for a fact i won’t be perfect, we definitely won't be perfect. but for you i’m willing to try. because it’s you jen; i choose you.”
a gummy smile makes its way on jennie’s face, the events of the night long forgotten. at last, she feels seen and loved by you, the only person she’s ever wanted to feel loved by and the only person she’s willing to risk her image for.
“alright ash ketchum, let me help you with the dishes”
“damn, way to ruin a moment miss kim” you joke, as you follow your soon-to-be girlfriend to the sink.
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Got any cool hip creepypasta headcanons?!?😱😱
DEPENDS... its hard without any specific prompts but yk what anon im capable of talking out of my ass no matter what.
this'll be talking about the main 12 i usually talk about, so if i say smth like 'so and so is the ONLY one who does this', they aren't actually the only one
toby rides a bike everywhere. he just steals random ones if he sees one he likes or knows hes hella far from home and doesnt wanna walk. brought home a pink beach cruiser once and natalie laughed her ass off. . .
the proxies (tim, brian, toby) have a cabin that tim and brian treat more like a safehouse rather than a home. tim and brian share an apartment near the city though. toby is the only one who lives there full time. they all have to pitch in for the bills, but toby has to scramble to get the majority bc again.. lives there full time.
the cabin only has 2 bedrooms, 1.5 baths, a connected kitchen/living room, and an attic. the small bedroom is filled to the fucking BRIM with random bullshit that they keep as storage but its just ridicoulous. like boxes filled with random shit toby steals (i kinda hc toby as a kleptomaniac too), tables, dressers, clothes, etc. a lot of it is also stuff that like, jeff or nat dropped off being like 'keep this safe for me' and it eventually just devolved into a storage room.
the master bedroom is where tim or brian sleep IF they are at the cabin.
toby made the attic his bedroom, but he falls asleep on the couch or in the master bedroom if the other two aren't home. he just likes that the attic is someplace nobody else really wants to go cuz.. why would they need to?
tim owns a busted rusty reddish colored pickup truck. he totally named it something like sheila and calls it a 'she.' brian prob just has a basic little grey honda. does not name it . .
natalie has huge issues w her gender. not in a queer way(well sort of in a queer way bc im projecting) but in a like. 'fuck this shit im fucking tired' because growing up, she was always a daughter, sister, niece, etc before she was her own person. she grew up in a house of men, and her extended family was largely ran by shitty, loud, sexist men that constantly ostracized her for being a girl. toby is legit the only dude she's fully like Ok. I'm ok with u. ur just fucking stupid. and she pokes fun at him being a mamas boy and says thats why shes ok with him. she stopped talking to him for like a month the one time he made a gender roles comment that he got from his dad.
natalie used to play volleyball and basketball growing up cuz again, grew up with boys and she was always really tall (like 5'7 in 6th grade, 6ft by highschool). sports and art were her ONLY outlets, but she was always degraded and shamed by her dad and brother for art. her dad loved that she played sports though, one of the only things he was supportive about . until she got a little older and he decided that being a tomboy wasnt as endearing on a teenage girl.
i cannot explain how close jane and her parents were. she was an only child in a upper middle class house to a lawyer and a real estate agent so she was always spoiled rotten, taken care of, always told how beautiful and smart she was. hence why losing them is the most fucking detrimental shit to ever happen to her. she literally worhsips her parents. she's wore mothers wedding dress to her own wedding. her uncle(dads brother) walked her down the aisle holding a framed photo of her dad. she almost refused to walk during her university graduation because her parents couldn't be there, despite the years worth of hardwork and dedication she put into it.
mary(janes wife) was janes bestfriend in highschool. it was one of those crazy homoerotic female friendships. they were eachothers first kiss even when they thought they were straight ("oh lets practice kiss for our future bfs!").
my idea of ben kinda combines the idea of ben the kid who drowned, and BEN the experiment to put souls into a digital afterlife. ben bought majoras mask from some creepy neighbor at a garage sale, and the neighbor had like. this completely absurd theory that he could put himself into a game or something. so he ended up tricking several kids into buying the same majoras mask cartridge, killing them after they beat the game together, and their souls DID get trapped in the cartridge but it didnt do much for his theory... WHICH MEANS that BEN is a culmination of several people, kids and teens raging from like 7-19, but the ben we know is sort of like.. the only one who escaped the cartridge (he was the last one killed and the reason the man got caught for murder)? but he was stuck in said cartridge for about like 7 years before he was 'reawoken' so traces of others souls are in him. ITS REALLY COMPLICATED it makes sense in my head but idk. he has a lot of identity issues that come packed with having his childhood stolen from him.
he's so close to sally because he relates to her on that level. while their trauma was different, being a kid taken advantage of and fucking murdered is insane. despite coming from completely different time periods (sally died in the 1900s, ben died in the 2000s), ben can only find himself truly relating to sally on an emotional level. sure, him jeff and toby can laugh and play video games and wrestle and stuff, but sally is the only one who can even begin to understand what it's like to be a dead kid.
sally and ben kinda make a lot of comments about humans and stuff LOL. most of it is in the 'you ungrateful pieces of shit you THREW AWAY YOUR LIFE' but sometimes it's something more bittersweet. 'you lived to adulthood, you have so much, you can do so much, please keep going, there's so much left for you, don't let it go' etc etc. they can sometimes be the wisest in their perspectives of life, death, mortality. but theyre both so bitter and traumatized and hurt but it that it's mostly overshadowed by envy. that's why the two of them can be so close, even if they dont really sit and like.. philosophize about life. lmfao
ben has gotten into several like police and governemnt systems and removed so many cctv footage of everyone getting in trouble, or even wiped their shit from systems. he is like the main reason none of them are in jail unironically.
jeff is the only one who truly enjoys murder. he's a sadist at heart and has a fetish for all this blood and guts. toby and natalie did have their own periods in life where they killed for relief/as a power trip(toby only ever did it under orders, natalie took some sleezy guys home from bars). the rest of them either aren't killers, or don't do it by choice (brian and tim).
i was gonna ramble about nina next but im kinda embarrassed that i just spoke so much about them BAHAHAH OK THANKS ANON
#chatterbox#hcs#creeped#ummm#creepypasta#ticci toby#clockwork#jane everlasting#jane richardson#ben drowned#natalie oullette#asks
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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 26 SPOILERS‼️
masterlist | all lessons | lesson 24.1 | lesson 24.2 | lesson 27
normal & hard level stuff
yes i'm back ik nobody cares
(my memory is rusty...forgive me if i don't remember some details pre-lesson 26)
now don't get me wrong, i loved how goofy this lesson was 80% of the time but i also adore how we get to see a little bit more of their dynamic (esp now that satan's more reminiscent of his og counterpart)
being able to see how much they care about each other, but ESPECIALLY satan since he's such a new edition to the family will never not make my heart happy
i just wish he was there to see it yk???
also love the constant mephisto bashing 10/10 he's so annoying
AND he's a bully??? absolutely not
the way they all came to satan's defense :(((((
now ik he'd never say this in front of lucifer or other his brothers but the fact that he said it to kayden means he trusts them enough to
1) be vulnerable and honest about how he feels without fear of judgment or ridicule, and
2) know that they won't go behind his back to tell his brothers about something he clearly doesn't want them to know
we know he cares about and admires his brothers, more than he'd like to admit, but being able to see/hear it in such a pure and genuine way from satan shows his growth as a person.
he's more than his wrath, and his brothers knew that from the moment they met him. it just took satan himself a bit to realize it for himself
one thing about solomon is that he's not too prideful to be a kiss up and will do whatever he can to get what he wants
...even though mephisto passed out bc his cooking is ass and probably wouldn't have made a pact with solomon anyways
i may not like mephisto all that much (as a person, he's a great character), but he's not THAT dumb
when will he learn
like there's no way he doesn't know he can't cook bc he wouldn't have waited til MC wasn't home if he thought he could get away with it...denial is a river in egypt
something about this feels oddly specific...i just don't know why
like yes "raphael" just left but what does that have to do with anything other than being a time marker
unless ?????
...i'm half joking
#obey me#obey me nightbringer#nightbringer spoilers#om nightbringer#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me belphie#satan obey me#om satan#satan om#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon#obey me mephisto#obey me mephistopheles#swd obey me#obey me swd#omswd#omswd satan
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Die for me
pairing: haechan x reader
genre: ANGST, thriller/horror, some fluff ig, established relationship, magic au.
synopsis: Grief leads to desperation and fear. Haechan can no longer handle the grief that eats away at him. He’ll do anything to bring you back to his side, even if it means to defy death.
word count: 7k
warnings: death, smut but it’s … not?, manic episodes (funeral mania), delusion, hypo mania, blood, violence, rituals to bring back the dead, distorted bodies, suicide, self harm and profanities.
a/n: this is my first fic after a while! Of course it’s a hyuck fic but because it’s been so long I apologise if it’s a little rusty. This fic actually made me sob lol, like full on ugly cry. Now what I mean by smut but not smut is that it happening but like bro wtf is happening yk. If you don’t get it then you’ll see, minors please dni. It has a lot of dark themes, don’t read if you’re not fully comfortable reading about all the warnings.
Grief is an ugly emotion. All consuming and rooted into the depths of your bones, muscles deteriorating and flesh being eaten away - it rots you whole but it does not change you. Grief only reveals what is the worst of you, stripped down to your core. Desperate. It feels like fear.
Stage one: denial
Haechan sits in your shared apartment, or what used to be. His hands twisting and turning the silver band that weighs heavy on his finger. His eyes, red and drooping but still tears manage to fall slowly despite the sting. He stares at your ring that now lies on the table, its once matching silver band now coated in a crust of dried blood. The images of your lifeless body lying on the road resurface and a new fresh wave of tears break the dam once more. His breath becomes heavy, fast and uncontrollable, he lets out a sob - lips quivering. His face is contoured by pain that lies heavy in his chest, a pain that forms a numbness, emptiness. He cries until he tires, eyes drooping and red, they finally close - the cycle continues.
The doorbell rings again. Haechan is still in his suite from the funeral when he rubs his eyes awake. His head pounding and ears ringing, he looks around to see where he is and he’s still lying on the couch. “______” he calls out, getting up to find the bedroom empty, “_____” he calls again as he heads to the door, the doorbell still ringing. “_____?” he questions as he swings the door open, only to find Mark with a deep frown on his face.
“Hey” Haechan says, yawning, rubbing his eyes that are still sore. “Come in” he says, opening the door wider for Mark to step in. “_____ isn’t home right now, must have gone out to go get something.” and Marks frown only deepens, his eyes watery and he stares at Haechan as if he’s hurt. “What’s wrong?”
“Hyuck” Mark’s voice cracks, his lips quivering
“What’s wrong?” Haechan panics “Mark what is it?” but the older doesn't answer, tears streaming down his face “What is it?” Haechan’s jaw is tight and the words struggle through as he grows impatient, fear settling in the pit of his stomach. “Mark!”
“_____’s gone” he says crashing into him, arms engulfing Haechan
“What do you mean gone?” He says in a small unsure chuckle
“She’s gone, Hyuck. She died two days ago” he sobs and Haechan’s legs give way below him, dropping to his knees, he shakes as the tears come back once again and Mark’s still holding on to him.
“This is a sick joke Mark” Haechan tries to even his breathing, “seriously not funny” he sniffles and Mark only pulls him in closer, holds him tighter. “Where’s ______?” Mark doesn’t answer, shivering with sobs that echo throughout his body, “Mark?!” Haechan’s voice is desperate and broken. “Please” he begs.
Mark can only shake his head, gripping onto Haechan’s suit jacket, “She’s gone.” He repeats again and again until the words swirl around in the air, Haechan’s mind going dizzy and his vision blurring with tears, his breathing shallows and his heart aches.
Haechan wakes up in his bed this time, shoes kicked off , jacket and tie thrown onto the floor - there’s no sight of you or Mark who he remembers being here. His head is pounding but he doesn't remember drinking, he presses the base of his palms into his eyes trying to get rid of the soreness. He grabs for his phone that’s on the bedside table and displays it’s eleven pm, and he turns to his side to see your side of the bed is still empty. “______?” he calls out but there’s no response, you must be wearing your headphones he thinks. Sighing, his body heavy, he swings his legs out of bed to search for you.
“_____” He calls out again as he enters into the living room where he expects to find you on the floor, papers sprawled out in front of you, laptop on the coffee table and you furiously typing away and he’d probably have to drag you away from your work and into bed. You’ll insist that you’ll be finished in five more minutes but you both know that’s a lie. He’ll ask if you have eaten anything and you’d guiltily shake your head, so Haechan would head into the kitchen and make the bargain that you could work until he came back with food, then after you’d have to eat and join him in bed. But you’re not there.
Maybe you’re coming late from work, he thinks and makes his way back into the bedroom to call you. It rings once, twice, three times, four times, five times and then finally “Hello” Haechan smiles, “Hey Hyuck! Nah i’m just kidding, this is my voicemail loser! Leave me a message if it’s important, love you” You voice says back to him and no matter how annoying it is, Haechan can’t help but smile when he hears it. “I love you too” is all he leaves in his message.
There’s one more person to call when you go awol like this, head buried in work forgetting that there’s a life outside of that office of yours. “Hey Jaemin” Haechan says as the rings finally stop
“Hey hyuck” Jaemin’s words are careful, his voice solemn.
“Is ______ at the office still? It’s pretty late and I’m guessing you’re still there too because you’re just as bad as her” Haechan laughs but Jaemin stays quiet.
“No she’s not here.” Jaemin says softly after some time.
“That’s strange” Hyuck replies, a little worried.
“How about I come by?” Jaemin offers
“Sure?”
It’s close to midnight by the time the door rings and Haechan jumps up hoping you forgot your keys but once he swings the door open, his smile drops upon seeing Jaemin standing there instead.
“Come on, I’m not that bad” Jaemin offers a small smile. “How are you doing?” he asks, carefully
“I’m okay” Haechan says as he lets him, leading him into the living room, “worried where _____ is though, I called her parents but they just said I shouldn’t be alone right now and told me to drive down.” He shrugs confused.
“Maybe you should take that offer?” Jaemin lifts an eyebrow “or go to your parents, I know your mum wants you back”
“Maybe but they’re acting weird, I’m not sure what it is really” Haechan says as he drops onto the couch “I’ll talk about it with _____ and see if she wants to go this weekend” he yawns and at his words Jaemin grimaces.
“You want to spend the night at mine? Come on I insist” Jaemin pushes
“I’d love to but ______ isn’t home yet.”
“Hyuck” Jaemin sighs
“What?”
“_______ is dead.”
“I don’t know why you and Mark think this is funny but seriously this needs to stop” Haechan sighs
“Get up. Now!” Jaemin pull Haechan off the couch, “put your shoes and jacket on”
“Jaemin seriously I’m not going anywhere until ______ comes back”
“I’m taking you to her”
The drive was silent, Jaemin didn’t say where you were but Haechan got into the car without hesitation, it felt like years he’d spent away from you. The only sound that filled the silence was the splashing of rain against the surface of the car. The windshield wipers are relentless in their work, continuously wiping again and again but to no avail as the rain too is relentless.
Jaemin stops the car outside a graveyard and fear rises in Haechan “What are we doing here?” he asks in a panic but Jaemin doesn’t answer, instead turning to open the door he walks out and waits for Haechan to follow him. “Jaemin?” he calls out after him as he follows him through the rows of graves “Jaemin! Answer me!”
“No you listen to me!” He turns as he screams; rain drenching him, his hair sticks to his forehead. He grabs Haechan’s shirt, pulling him closer and turning him towards the headstone that reads __________, beloved daughter and wife. “She’s gone and she’s not coming back” Jaemin cries as he shakes him. Haechan stares at your name etched onto the stone and his mind swirls, his eyes blur and reality finally falls into place. He pushes Jaemin off of him, falls to his knees, and an ugly sob ripples through him.
“She’s gone hyuck but she wouldn’t want you to live like this. It’s time you accept it, to remember the amazing person she was and why you fell in love with her and then learn to live without her. You have to accept this so you can heal. Jaemin says as he falls beside Haechan, rubbing up and down his back - trying to comfort him.
“I can’t heal.” Haechan chokes out “I don’t want to”
"Grief is all that untold love that you have for her and you told her you loved her everyday. It's love being preserved" Jaemin whispers
And Haechan feels the cold settle in his bones, the rain washed off his face by the steady stream of tears. His throat closes up, his mind fills with fog and he goes dizzy. His heart stops beating
Denial is protection from the pain that follows after. When you finally come to terms with what has happened, finally comprehend the loss in your life; guilt rises up and eats your consciousness away. Your mind goes from delusion to fixation, constantly thinking about that day. What could have been different? How could you have stopped this? Who’s fault was this?
Stage two: pain and guilt
Haechan’s at Jaemin’s place tonight, the doctors advised it’s best not to be alone during difficult times. He doesn’t want to be constantly doted on by his mother, constantly asking if he was okay when she knew he wasn’t - impatient to see him heal. He couldn’t take up your parent’s offer, everything about that house reminds him of you, it was you; where you grew up, where he first kissed you, where he asked you to prom and where he asked you to marry him.
Under the apple tree at the far end of the garden, the swing your dad put up one summer still hanging onto the branches and it was after dinner with your parents. You sat on the swing as Haechan pushed you, he didn’t plan it and you hadn’t spoken about it but he knew in that moment with the moon breaking through your hair, the most beautiful smile on your face as you laughed at something stupid he had said, he knew this was it. You were the one. The question fell from his lips clumsily. “Will you marry me?” he sounded uncertain, as if he was asking himself and your laughter halted, you turned with eyes wide and glossy but when you asked “are you serious?” He didn't need time to think and he didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” he replied in an instant “will you marry me?” this time more confidently and you pressed your lips to him muttering a yes against him.
The memory burns him, the pit in his chest fills with fire and spreads throughout his body with an ache that leaves him paralysed. Jaemin is no better than his mother really, taking days off of work to look after Haechan, cooking his favourite food - constantly doting - but at least he doesn’t ask if Haechan is okay, if he’s feeling better or telling him that time heals all and that things will get better. Haechan doesn’t believe they will and Jaemin knows that.
“The doctors prescribed these for when you have” Jaemin pauses “ an episode” he places the capsule into the draw of the bedside table
“A manic episode” Haechan corrects him but Jaemin brushes it off
“It’s Sunday.” Jaemin says as he pulls the curtains back “You want to go to the florist and deliver ______ her flowers?” He smiles as the sun rays flood the room. Jaemin introduced Haechan to you, all the way back in middle school when Haechan was still a rambling mess when it came to talking to a pretty girl but Jaemin thought you two were made for each other - even back then. It was a Sunday morning and Jaemin had stayed over at Haechan’s convincing him to go out and pick a sunflower out of his mother’s garden, which he later got told off for but it was worth it when he delivered it to your door and you had taken it after placing a kiss on Haechan’s cheek. Every sunday after that Haechan would pick a sunflower to give to you, when you moved in together a vase of them was waiting for you on the kitchen counter. Every sunday.
Haechan only nods in response, no matter if the promise was death do us part, his love for you was alive and it was the only thing he was sure of.
Haechan has visited this florist countless times but this time he can’t seem to step foot inside, to see the people he’d see and speak to about you. The woman at the back who’d cut and arranged every bouquet he’d bought, who’d ask how you were? Her husband who assisted her, who had given Haechan advice for every time you would get into an argument and he’d come here to buy an apology flower, and their daughter at the till, who had given many bunches for free, saying she couldn’t capitalise on love.
“I can’t do it” Haechan turned to Jaemin
“Slow steps” He replied with a smile before stepping in, the small bell announcing his entrance and the daughter at the till suddenly straightened, her head looking towards the customer who had just entered and she greets Jaemin with a familiar smile and it pains Haechan, just how much of his life were you ingrained in? When Jaemin has been invited into the back to pick out the flowers he wants, she spots Haechan and she waves, a small smile painted across her face and he waves back. She picks a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums - symbol of death- and places them around a single sunflower.
And the bell announces her arrival, “I’m sorry for your loss” she says with a soft voice, her arm extended for Haechan to take the flowers. His vision blurs with tears but he focuses it enough for him to take them from her.
“Thank you” he says, choking on the lump that forms in his throat.
“You’re welcome” She mumbles but the sob escapes regardless and she wraps her arms around Haechan and he hugs her back, a small fraction of his pain reflected
“Tell her I said hi” she says before she heads back in, Jaemin waiting for her by the till.
“She refused to let me pay” Jaemin says as he steps out
“Of course she did,” Haechan smiles, wiping his cheeks and waving one last time through the window.
“Let’s go” Jaemin urges, leading the way.
“Hey ______” Jaemin says as he sits in front of your grave, pulling Haechan with him. “I brought Hyuck with me like I promised you last week and he bought you flowers like he promised he would.” he says, placing down his separate bouquet of flowers. “I miss you at work, everyone does but especially me. I miss talking shit about everyone with you, Renjun isn’t as fun. I miss driving you home and I miss seeing you smiling stupidly at my best friend” he laughs “I miss you” he mumbles. Haechan hasn’t seen Jaemin cry for you but he supposes it’s because of him he doesn’t but Jaemin can’t help the tears that drop, which he is quick to wipe away. “I’ll let the idiot speak to you now, I’m sure he has a lot to say” Jaemin stands and walks away to leave Haechan alone with you.
“I suppose I owe you an apology” Haechan says as he places the flowers down “I’m not taking this well but I suppose you know that. You always did say I’d be hopeless without you.” Haechan’s eyes begin to well with tears once more “I just can’t help wondering what if I had picked you up from work instead or what if your boss hadn’t kept you back an hour later.” His voice breaks “I just play that day out in my head and wonder what I could have done to stop it from happening or to at least stop it from happening to you.” he lets out a deep sigh and sniffles “I miss you so much ______. I love you so much. I don’t know how I’m supposed to just live on, when my life was supposed to be spent with you. I can’t. I can’t do this without you.”
Haechan joins Jaemin a while after and a silence fills in as guilt rises in Haechan, towards you and Jaemin. “You know” he starts off as Jaemin begins to walk ahead and he hums in encouragement for Hyuck to carry on, “you don’t need to hide your emotions because of me.” he says quietly, guilty “This must be hard for you too, you were her best friend too … you loved her too” Haechan says looking at the park across the road and there’s a long silence as if Jaemin is contemplating what to say next.
“I’m not hiding my emotions” he finally breaks the silence, “I’m not that considerate of you” he laughs and pauses. “Don’t feel guilty. You’re my best friend too and I love you too. I’m going to be here for you as long as you need” he smiles and it warms Haechan, the slightest glimmer of happiness but it’s almost instantly stopped out by guilt - that he could be happy without you.
“We should get everyone together” Jaemin says, “Just the guys. They’ve been dy-” he clears his throat “begging to see you” he corrects himself. “I didn’t let them because I thought you needed some time to yourself before you were suffocated in hugs” Jaemin let out a small laugh, looking to Haechan to read his expression.
“Thanks, I appreciate it” And Haechan really does, without Jaemin he probably would be sprawled out on his apartment floor, still looking for you. “And yeah, we should have them round”
When enough guilt builds up and you feel guilty for even hurting, for even feeling any pain because you’re alive. Your life wasn’t stolen from you. Because you’ve laughed and you haven’t lived every moment in dread and sorrow. When enough guilt has built up that you wish you were dead and then you feel guilty about that. That’s when the anger settles in.
Stage three: Anger
Haechan thought he was doing well. He thought he was getting better. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could do this. Yet seeing all these faces, so familiar and so comforting just made it more clear that something was missing. Someone. He looks around the room to see Jisung and Chenle fighting over what movie to watch tonight and he could just imagine you ruffling their hair and telling them we could watch them both. He watches Jaemin cook with Jeno trying to assist and you’d tease him saying that he’s only by Jaemin’s side so he could eat whilst they cook. Renjun and Mark would be setting the table and you’d be helping, dragging Haechan up to go wash glasses to bring to the table. This was Haechan’s family.
But now sitting around the table with the empty seat beside him, where you would have sat. He doesn’t think he can do this anymore. Everyone laughs and talks as if nothing has changed and he’s sure they’re just trying to be normal but they do it so effortlessly. The only thing giving them away is their careful eyes, hovering over him and he hates them. Hates being watched like he’s in a cage in the zoo, just waiting for him to do something. He hates that they’re careful with what they say, not mentioning you but he would hate it if they did because the pain would burn brighter in his chest. He feels guilty that he doesn’t want them to have a good time, he feels guilty that he doesn’t want them to talk about you and celebrate you, he feels guilty that he feels at home when you’re not here and he feels guilty that he wishes he had died instead and it was you who had to live with this pain.
The noise is too much, the laughs are too much and they were all too much. “I can’t do this” Haechan whispers and no one seems to hear or notice. “I just can't,” he says a little louder and only Jaemin turns his head, a little concerned look on his face as if to ask if Haechan is okay and Haechan looks back hopeless and lost. “I can’t do this” He sobs and now all heads turn to him. The laughter stops, the noise falls into silence. The silence is too much.
Haechan grips onto his fork, knuckles turning white and he holds his lip in his teeth to bite back a sob and he draws blood, his teeth sinking in. He’s shaking and tears are already falling and they all look at him, stunned - wide eyed and shocked. As if he was something else. Haechan bangs his fists on the table, again and again as he chants “I can’t do this” and he gets louder and louder until he’s standing on his feet. “I CAN’T DO THIS!” he shouts, shaking.
Jaemin slowly makes his way to him, placing a hand around his shoulder. “It’s okay, slow steps” he whispers and it irks Haechan, sending his skin shivering as it crawls up his neck and into his ears. Slow steps is all he’s been hearing but he can’t even take those. He pushes Jaemin off him, hard enough to have him staggering back a little and then he punches him. Once, then twice and Jaemin doesn’t fight back and it pisses Haechan off more, so he tries to punch him again but someone’s caught his arm, pulling him off and pinning him down. He struggles against the arms pushing him down, kicking his legs and pulling away at the intense grip - he manages to break free. There's shouting and screaming, ringing in his ears and his eyes blur into white as the noise begins to fade. Silence; that is too much.
Haechan waves his arms around trying to find something. Anything. His fingers brush against something smooth, cold and he grabs it, water spilt down his arm. He smashes it against the floor again and again, beating it. The glass cuts through his skin, wedges itself in, water mixing with blood. More restraints pull at him, he punches blindly until one hits. Haechan screams as the noise finally floods back in, as his hands throb and his heart aches. A pill thrown in the back of his throat, water invading his mouth and he’s forced to swallow.
“No!” he pulls free once more, shoving two fingers down the back of his throat, retching to try and get the pill back out but his body goes lax, mind clears and eyes droop down.
There’s a bright white light burning into the back of Haechan’s eyelids, strong enough to wake him from his slumber. He has the urge to rub his eyes open but he can’t seem to move. His body is sore, tired and he can’t fight the restraints holding him down as his wrists are tied to the bed. Haechan’s in a hospital, he knows he is because he knows that smell - overly clean. He spent days in here, holding on to your hand, praying you’d wake up. He spent every night here, sleeping by your side because he couldn’t sleep without you at home.
“You’re awake!” An unfamiliar voice says “He’s awake!” their voice gets further and Haechan tries to move to sit up but his body won’t respond.
“Stop struggling” now that’s a voice Haechan recognises but not one he expected to hear anytime soon. The bed moves up with the click of the button and Haechan now sits up and can finally see Jaemin’s face. Bruised and slightly swollen, he has a few cuts - one by his lip and another by his eyebrow.
“I got you good” Haechan says in an awkward laugh, not knowing where their relationship stands now. Jaemin laughs too, deep and loud and it’s comforting to know that even after all this, Jaemin is still here beside him.
“I let you win, I didn’t fight back.” and Haechan knows that but he still says
“Didn’t or couldn’t” Haechan lifts a brow, smiling.
“Whatever. I look hotter like this, even got a nurse's number” he smiles back and Hyuck snorts as Jaemin waves around the small piece of paper.
An uncomfortable silence fills the room after the conversation dies and Haechan supposes he owes Jaemin an apology but he isn’t sure it’s enough. There’s still that anger that sits at the bottom of his stomach, embers coming to light and will burn his whole body again. Is there any point in asking for forgiveness when you know it’s going to happen again? And just as Haechan was about to open his mouth, Jaemin spoke first.
“Don’t apologise” he says calmly “we both know why it happened and it doesn’t excuse you being an asshole but I am going to be more understanding. I also told you that I’ll be here until you need me, so don’t think I’m going anywhere.” and Haechan smiles at his words, nodding slightly.
There’s a knock at the door interrupting the conversation, the doctor entering. “Hello, Mr. Lee. It’s nice to see you in better conditions.”
“How long was I out for?”
“Three days” and Haechan’s eyes widen “Manic episodes tend to last for five day, sometimes more and sometimes less. We thought it was best to keep you under strong sedatives.” The doctor explains “we recommend you see a therapist to help with your grieving, we understand this is a difficult time for you but we hope to see you better and this seems like a good option. Consider it.” The doctor says before he leaves.
“You should” Jaemin says as the doctor walks out the room “just try it” he says when Haechan gives him a sceptical look “also your mum flew into the city” Jaemin warns as he gets up “She’s waiting outside. I didn’t let her in because I didn’t want you to get overwhelmed and we all know how she is but you know she loves me so she took to reasoning” Jaemin says in a smile “I’ll go get her”
And once you’re too tired to be angry anymore, you begin to bargain. Trying to find a way to make life a little more bearable, to subside the guilt and anger, to contain it. You look to cope.
Stage four: Bargaining and depression
Haechan has moved back home, even after it was clear that Jaemin held no hard feelings; it just felt wrong to burden him with that again. Haechan was scared of himself, scared he’d lash out again and hurt Jaemin and just how many times is Jaemin going to take it. He’s scared of losing him too. Scared that Jaemin would fear him.
Also his mum had come into the city, Jaemin couldn’t house the both of them, though he insisted he’d sleep on the floor. The apartment still smelled like you and in a way it comforted him, you were home. Though Haechan’s mum immediately replaced that with the smell of her cooking and that was home too.
“Donghyuck” she called as he stared down at his phone, swiping through old pictures of the two of you, the therapist that Haechan had been seeing had suggested looking through them whenever he missed you, to live in those memories, a temporary solution to try and contain the manic episodes. Problem is, he missed you every waking second, he missed you in his dreams. “Hyuck!” she called again
“I’m coming!” he groans, feeling as if he was seventeen all over again.
Dinner was great, Haechan hadn't seen his mum in a few months and he felt as if he was in highschool, scolded and adored all at once. His mum was careful not to mention you but she loves reminiscing and you're in every story.
"Okay last story" she giggles and Haechan smiles as they sit with their plates empty in front of them.
"You said that two stories ago" he laughs "and I don't know who you're telling, I lived through them all"
"I know" she hums, moving around a few cold vegetables with her fork "but I love telling them and there isn't a whole lot of people to tell them too. And this one isn't even a proper story!"
"Last one." Haechan smiles
"Okay." She claps her hands "Remember when you were first dating _____" and she says it carefully but her excitement overrides it. Haechan loves watching her speak about you, the way his mother's eyes bright up and her lips just lift into a smile. She did always adore you.
"Of course" he smiles
"She gave you that nickname", Haechan, "and you refused to be called by anything else" she laughs "and back then I thought that it was childish love and you were being a young kid drunk on infatuation but then I met her and when she would say your name," Haechan's heart inflated at the memory, the way you would say haechan or hyuck was as if you gave it a whole new meaning. When you said his name it meant love, adoration and warmth.
"It was the way she spoke to you and the way you gave her all your attention. I knew from that moment that she'd shape who you were." And Haechan’s mum takes a deep breath trying to calm herself . "I must have sent you to go get something but it was just me and ______. All we spoke about was you. It was all she ever wanted to speak about with me" she snickers "she made me so proud of the man you were growing up to be, I just want to remind you that that amazing man was there before you met her." She smiles. "Anyway, it's getting late" she stands and takes both their plates, heading to the kitchen.
"You know mum," Haechan follows her with two glasses in hand "I'm pretty sure ______ fell in love with me because I was amazing" he grins
"You owe it all to me" she giggles
"I was gonna say, dad" and she hits the back of his head causing him to yelp "I'm kidding" he says as he braces for another hit.
"You better be" she scoffs and Haechan laughs, a true laugh and one he doesn't feel so guilty about. He kisses his mum on the cheek "Goodnight" he wishes her before they both separate into their rooms.
Haechan's phone rings as soon as he closes the door behind him, as if on cue. "Hey" Haechan says as he presses the phone against his ear.
"Hey" Jaemin, sounds too enthusiastic for eleven pm "how are you doing?" He asks carefully and this is how it is. Straight after breakfast, Mark will call to check how Haechan is feeling - if he isn't feeling too well then Jisung will call in less than ten minutes for him to hop online and play with him, that would keep him busy until late afternoon. Jeno would then call quickly, followed by Renjun, who's phone calls always seem to last longer than necessary. Then Chenle would either show up with dinner or ask to go out, if he's busy he'll just drop in a few texts. Then finally once the day is done, Jaemin calls to make sure everything is okay. Haechan appreciates it he really does, having such a supportive and caring friend group but he feels like he's on a twenty four hour watch. Everyone waiting for another episode. Everyone, trying to catch the signs to make sure they can stop it.
"I'm good. Played basketball with Chenle and kicked Jisung's ass in overwatch again." And Jaemin laughs
"Go easy on the kid, let him win sometimes"
And Haechan blows air out of his lips and scoffs "As if. It's not a win, if I let him"
"Is this coming from the same person who claims they beat the shit outta me when i wasn't even fighting back" and Haechan goes quiet "I thought so" Jaemin snickers. "Anyways I was just checking in. How's your mum by the way?"
"She's good. Loves being with me obviously"
"Obviously" Haechan can practically hear Jaemin roll his eyes. "You thought about going back to work?"
"Maybe?" He says uncertain "I'm not so sure though"
"Slow steps" Jaemin says in a yawn
"We should head to bed" Haechan whispers remembering the time
"We should. I'll call again tomorrow, night"
"Night" Haechan says before hanging up. Sighing, he falls on the bed and closes his eyes. He sees you.
Figure laying beside him, hair messy and intertwined between his fingers. He pulls at it and you moan, leaning closer towards him and hungrily capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. Your eyes are hooded as you climb on top of him - sheltering his body with your own. Everything fades as you bring your lips back to his once more, warmth engulfing him, every cell in his body shivering with fuzzy pleasure. Your hands roam lower, down his chest and abdomen, he bites his bottom lip holding on to his last bit of sanity. But he’s going over the edge as the euphoria has his eyes rolling back as you wrap your lips and make their way down his body. He’s shivering and begging for more. It’s too much and not enough. Your touch is ice but his body reacts like fire, a fever burning its way down his body. He is stickenly in love with you. His eyes roll back as your mouth makes your way around him. His breathing shallows, his mind scrambles as he holds onto the back of your head. Thrusting up, faster, harder as he meets you in the middle. He watches you worshipping him between his legs, tongue swirling and pulling him to the edge and his mind is reeling to hold on. Just a little bit longer. Only to stay with you for a few more minutes.
So he pulls you up, lips meeting once more with your tongues fighting against each other, teeth clashing. He presses himself into you as if to hope he can find home in your skin, bruising your lips and taking all the air from your lungs. You position yourself on top of him, fast and rapid movements bringing you both to a euphoric trance and Haechan’s eyes are closed. He can hear you, soft moans finding their way out of you. He can feel you, tight and warm wrapped around him. Smell you, the addictive smell of your body he presses his face into the side of your neck as he meets you halfway. “open your eyes” you say softly in his ears and he shakes his head. “Open them Hyuck, look at me” you moan louder.
And when Haechan finally pries his eyes open, the room is empty and the white sticks to his abdomen and palm.
Haechan flinches at the sight coating him, he withers in the after lasting pleasure and shivers with slight disgust at himself but he can’t help that his body yearns for yours. His body itches with desire, aggravated within its own skin and seeking only your soothing touch or your melodic voice.
He needs just a part of you.
He holds the phone to his ear. One ring. He knows it won’t go through but for a moment he’ll let himself pretend. Two rings. That you’ll pick up, all excited and happy; ready to tell him about your day or how much you miss him. Three rings. Even if you don’t pick up he’ll hear your voicemail anyways.
Four rings.
Five.
Six.
Sev-
“Hyuck?”
and Haechan can’t breathe. His lungs have ceased their ability to pull in air, and no matter how hard he tries to inhale they’re already full. Yet his mind spins, his eyes spot with black.
“Hyuck” you call out again “breathe”
But he doesn’t. He can’t.
“Haechan” your voice comes out strangled, broken and scratchy. “We’re running out of time” you warn, impatient. “Answer me!” The voice comes out deep, a ringing in the back and goosebumps make the way to the surface of Haechan’s skin.
“Yes” he gulps past the lump in his throat, getting air in his lungs finally.
“Save me” your voice returns, slow and loving. “You can save me”
“How?” Haechan doesn’t hesitate, “I need you ______” he begs, tears already dropping down his face. “I can’t live on in this suffering” sobs breaking through, he’s hunched over and saliva drips onto his hand as he holds it over his mouth. He shudders and sniffles, face contorted in pain.
“Death is the release of all suffering” you say, voice slightly distorted. “but we were never suffering. You can bring me back.”
Haechan stills.
Reality is shocking. After so long being stuck within your pain, your feelings and in your head, it feels like being splashed with cold water. The reality is, death will always have a presence in life. It is the only thing in life that is promised.
Stage five:
“I feel great!” Haechan is sitting opposite Mark and Jaemin at a coffee shop downtown. It’s been a while since he went out and he almost missed his favourite time of the year. Spring. The time for new beginnings and life. Haechan was ready. “I’m going back to work soon, I’ve been thinking about it”
“That’s great dude” Mark smiles
“And I think I’m gonna go through ________’s stuff too”
“You sure?” Jaemin asks
“Yeah I think it’s time”
“You can take more time you know hyuck” Mark says
“I know but I feel like I’ve already taken up so much time and it’s time to finally move forward” Haechan sighs and the conversation stills, Jaemin and Mark clearly have something to say but fidget and side eye each other uncomfortably. “I’m gonna head back home” Haechan announces, this conversation coming to a statement, and him not having the energy to hash out problems.
“Sure” Mark says awkwardly “bye”
“I’ll walk with you” Jaemin gets up
The walk is silent. Haechan can feel Jaemin staring at him, eyes heavy on his figure. He doesn’t say anything because everything feels like a test, if he’s going to break or not. Haechan is sick of failing but not too confident in his words. He also doesn’t want to lash out at Jaemin.
“Are you okay?” Jaemin breaks the silence
“Great” Haechan says through closed teeth
“Yeah seems so” Jaemin says but an underlying tone confuses Haechan.
“What does that mean?” It’s comes out more aggressive than Haechan intended
“You seem happy”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
Jaemin takes time to respond, silent until they finally reach Haechan’s apartment complex. “Sorry.” He apologises first “it is a good thing, I’m just being over cautious” he laughs awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.
“Don’t worry about me anymore”
“I’ll always worry. Especially now that your mums gone back home”
“Worry about me less” Haechan pats his shoulder “thanks for everything over these past few months, I’m sorry and I love you” Haechan doesn’t specify what he’s apologising for but Jaemin can take a guess.
“It’s what friends are for” Jaemin shrugs “love you too” he says taking him into a hug and Haechan melts into his embrace, eyes watering up but he blinks them away.
“Bye” Haechan breathes out and Jaemin waves walking away.
The house is empty. The blinds are drawn. There’s a faint lining of ash along the floor and along the windowsill candles burn low. Haechan takes off his shirt and slumps down onto the floor. He breathes in deep before taking the knife and slashing it against his palms. Digging his fingers into the wound, he dips them in blood and drags his finger along the floor to paint a pentagram. He places a candle on each point, and lights them.
Haechan begins slashing more skin, blood dripping and merging with his painting until the neat drawn out lines are slighting blurring together. He walks back towards the kitchen, grabbing at coal by the stove. The black rock is coated in his blood. He places it on the fire. He turns back towards the pentagram.
He sits and waits. His head spinning and throbbing. He sees you emerging from the fire, screaming and crying as you reach out a hand for him to reach and he does. Heat kicking away at his skin, he smells his skin melting away. He hears you calling him, your sweet voice taking his mind off the pain. His stomach lurches, his chest tightens as he comes closer. His legs smear at the blood as he sits within the pentagram, both hands I’ve the fire of two candles, the other knocked over and holding their flames against him.
He begins to wretch and gag, bile rising up and saliva flooding his mouth. He spills the contents of his stomach out onto himself. He heaves and retches again and again, falling to his side, spreading along the floor turning pink as it mixes with the blood. His eyes are heavy, he no longer knows where he is, he sees you smiling. He sees a younger you in middle school, still shy and still only talking to Jaemin. He sees you in highschool, more confident and still radiant as you giggle at whatever stupid thing he said, he sees you ok that swing looking up at him the moon beaming on your face. His mind goes blank, his body goes lax.
Death is the release of all suffering.
a/n: thank you for reading until the end! It been a long long time since I have put something out (I feel like I've come back from the dead) I do hope to write and put out a lot more this year and do have a lot planned but I won’t say much else bc I'm bad at sticking to my word. Sorry this one is disturbingly depressing but happy hyuck soon! Thank you once again for reading my writing <3
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Heeelllooo there, I'd like to request distracting if yk, yk Albedo while he's working pls. T'would be nice for it to lead to fucking him over his desk.
Your writing is amazing btw <3
Have a good day/night!!
author’s note: (thanks for the compliment :D) ANON I LOVE YOUR BRAIN SOSOSOSOSO MUCH <333 I hardly ever write for (amab) men at this point so I apologize if it’s a little rough I’m a bit rusty 😅 I love this idea also ALBEDO WITH A PRAISE KINK HELL YEAH!!!! your wish is my command anon :)
NSFW under the cut :o
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--Distracting Albedo--
Y/N was so bored. They haven't seen their darling little alchemist in weeks now, because they spent all their time adventuring in Monstadt. Since his office is just a hop and a skip away, they decided they would visit Albedo.
Their heavy steps echoed off of the walls of the winding hallways around the Knights of Favonius headquarters.
Archons, I haven't seen Albedo in so long... I wonder if he's thought of me...
Little did Y/N know, the alchemist had been thinking about them. Quite a lot, in fact. Like, obsessively.
As they approached the tall wooden door to his office, they heard him talking to someone. With the timid and whispery voice echoing back, Y/N assumed it was Sucrose.
"So, Master Albedo, the results of the recent experiments have been going quite well."
"I'm glad to hear that, are their any more concerns with specimin NRE30-"
--
They took a deep breath before:
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"Sorry Sucrose, I'll get it." Albedo said, trudging towards the door and straightening out his coat. He swung open the door to reveal-
"Y/N? What are you doing here?!" he questioned, immediately hugging them. "I thought you'd at least be another week!"
Y/N was immensely thankful that there was not another week of monotonous travelling, for they feared even a day would stress them out so much they needed to take a long, long vacation.
"Thankfully, I got lucky." Y/N said, leaning into the hug and wrapping their arms around Albedo's waist. "How've you been my love?"
*ahem* "I'm so sorry Master Albedo and (mr, miss, or something else) Y/N, I'll be back later to report the rest of these-" Sucrose said nervously, blushing at the (very small) act of affection being shared between the two.
"That's quite alright Sucrose, I'll see you in a bit." Albedo ducked out of the hug, walked Sucrose out, and slammed very lightly shut the door after her, not very discreetly locking it.
"Oh, you know, I've been fine. Doing the normal, experiments, tests, practicing potions, and all of that. I'm so close on a breaktrough about the-"
"Have you been taking care of yourself 'bedo?"
He immediately backed into his desk and cast his eyes down, looking ashamed and embarassed, "Well... I slept about 4 hours last night... and I had lunch a few hours ago.."
Y/N walked over to Albedo, still looking ashamed. He avoided eye contact or as much time as he could, before Y/N grabbed his chin and tilted it upwards to look at them, "Darling, you know you have to take breaks from work from time to time... You need to be healthy to do your work, love..."
"I know, I know... I've just been so close to a breakthrough tha-"
He was stopped midsentence as Y/N pressed their lips onto his. Hard. He whimpered, leaning into the hand on his face and opening his mouth for Y/N's awaiting tongue.
They pushed him on top of his desk, and broke the kiss. He chased their lips with his, but they took their hand off his face and put it on his inner thigh, stopping him. He lit up in a blush so fierce that it would put Diluc's hair to shame, thighs shaking slightly when Y/N stroked their fingers closer and closer to where he wanted- no, needed for them to touch him.
"Y/N... please.." he moaned, the desperation already clear from the very, very evident tent in his pants.
"Please what 'Bedo? Use your words love..." they said, stopping their hand at the narrow junction between his inner thigh and the very evident boner he was clearly struggling with.
"Please... touch me... I beg of you Y/N..." He whimpered, pressing his thighs together around their hand, ad giving them the best puppy dog eyes he could,
"I don't think I can do that baby. You haven't been good at taking care of yourself..." they said, pretending to ponder their choices.
"Please... I promise I'll take care of myself more just... touch my cock please-AHN!" the breath was knocked out of him as Y/N lightly palmed him over his shorts. "Fuck! Archons, touch me more- Please! Y/N gods-"
They decided to do as he asked, because he'd asked so nicely. Y/N unbuttoned Albedo's shorts and pulled his shorts and boxers down. He whimpered when his cock slapped against his stomach.
"So eager baby boy, such a slut for me, hmm? All wet under me, and I've barely touched you... what a shame." They look down at the alchemist, and he looks up to see them grinning with the most shit-eating look he'd ever seen. And Albedo? Oh, he loved it.
"Yes! I've been so- shit! so needy for you! Y/N! I- I'm close!"
"awwww, baby... do you need me to make you cum?"
"yesyesyesyes, Y/N I need you- SHIT! PLEASE!" Albedo wailed and his legs shook as he came all over his desk."
"Such a good boy, Albedo."
end note: I WILL MAKE A PART 2 I THINK SORRY I COULDNT FILL THE WHOLE THING I HAVE BEEN HAVING WRITER'S BLOCK FOR LIKE 5 DAYS-
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4,14,24,37,39 and 40 for Piper and Leo!
@scarareg Thank you so much for your ask!
leo x piper is kinda my self-indulgent secret ship heh, it's nice to talk about it sometimes hgjfkl;
4. Their favorite show to watch together?
I think they would love watching stupid movies (romcoms or unnecessarily sentimental and cheesy) together not bc they like them but so that they could make fun of the lines/scenes together like best friends do (bc ofc they are best friends first, lovers later). leo mimicking them in his stupid way, and piper giggling and rofling about like a buffalo the way she can't before others. they are the kinda couple who would enjoy everything they watch together.
but their ultimate fav, repeat to 10000x movie list till they have memorized every line is HTTYD, cuz yeah, leo-hiccup, toothless-festus, and ig piper is a lot like astrid? AND DRAgons!!! so yeah their go-to, top-of-head movie when they are lazy to try something new
(the only thing they never watch is tristan mclean movies lmao)
14. Who falls asleep during a movie?
Neither, but on hectic days when they are super tired, both of them catch the sleep bug and fall asleep.
if Leo is first to wake up to find the movie is over, he'd pick up piper and carry her to their bed, taking care she doesn't wake up (watching her sleep is secretly his fav thing, yk cuz of piper's cute way of sleeping: "inhaling through the nose, exhaling with a little puff through the mouth" and "her hair looked like it had become a nest for a friendly hamster")
on the other hand, if piper is first to wake, she'd prob simply arrange some pillows for their necks and go back to sleep, snuggling into him bc no chance she is getting cold lol
which brings me to the next choice!
24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?
ggfhjk i love this question specifically for this ship cuz Piper is 100% the little spoon!
iirc (forgive me my knowledge of HoO is getting rusty! seriously, it's time for a full reread T_T) both piper and leo are the same height, right? maybe as adults, leo gets a late growth spurt of a couple of inches over her (which is annoying cuz leo is finally taller but secretly she likes it, cuz perfect for a side snuggle)
even otherwise, piper is always, subconsciously snuggling into his side cuz he is so hot warm. even if he hasn't used his fire, there is always some residual warmth in him all the time, which she has got used to searching out for. say, if leo gets up in the middle of the night to drink some water/got a brand new design idea in his head he just has to jot down NOW,,, by the time he returns to bed, piper is completely rolled up in his side of the bed, searching for him in her sleep (he loves this habit of hers! it also probs makes him feel better about his fire too)
iirc, his mom's warehouse caught fire in the middle of winter, right?? ig he'd slowly come to like winters better, bc of piper snuggling more into him during winters agfhjk
and iirc, he likes to sleep with a hug pillow, right? his old hug pillow has been replaced by piper!
39. Do they get along with the other's family? If not, how do they deal with the other's family?
on leo's side, hephaestus will be very suspicious of the daughter of aphrodite (cuz of his own experience with her) but talking to piper, he will be slightly mollified abt her… yet, his advice for Leo always will be to trust his machines more than the human specimen of his girlfriend (ofc leo won't take it seriously)
//toa spoilers/// now josephine and hemithea are his foster mothers i am sure piper would get along with them super well as well <3
on piper's side, leo has already met Tristan in Lost Hero and knows him as piper's friend, so he'd be pretty much chill with what pipes does and who she dates,, he might try to give Leo The Talk as his duty as her father, but Piper would kick her dad out before that ever happens (Leo just being the awkward bean like during the whole helicopter ride in TLH lol)
oth, leo would be mildly (understated) scared of Aphrodite. if they ever meet her (by chance) he'd keep fidgeting and tapping 'i love you' on his jeans till piper clasps his hand and taps back 'it's okay' but i think aphrodite won't be as scary as leo imagines in his head; she'd probs find him amusing and intrigued that her daughter actually prefers leo over jason.
40. Who is the skilled shopper for holidays? Who always waits 'til the last minute to get all of their gifts? (Which one gets stressed out easily)?
piper! she won't--but she would use her charmspeak to bargain for the best prices in those overly expensive, money grabbing malls, something that leo always finds terrifyingly awesome lmao,, piper gets excited for holiday shopping and stuff whereas leo tags along obediently (and use his magic toolbelt to stove away the shopping bags lol)
leo always forgets all of the important days because of his adhd (extreme even by demigod standards) and piper, having known him for long, understands this and never gets mad or anything but he'd always feel guilty about this and makes up for it in a completely random surprise gift he handdesigns for her. Of course, piper loves his stupid (affectionately) and most times, completely non-functional (cuz Leo himself doesn't know what they do loool but they are always weirdly complicated) gifts so much! like say a music box that goes moo! but bake out fresh cookies lmao
#hoo#pjo#leo valdez#piper mclean#leo x piper#liper#asks#may-answers#i feel like a teenager again when i used to soooo wait for book after book for some hints of piper and leo#realizing their feelings for each other or smth ahgjfkl how nostalgic!#leo x piper is always that one ship that would never happen buuuuut what could have beeeeen!! for me hahaha#thank you for all the choices! they were fun to do!#please feel free to send anymore numbers for this or any other ship if you wish! i'd love to do them!! ❤
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ok guys so I was thinking
and I’m kinda like should I start a au like would anyone read it i honestly have no idea how to and would need to plan it out way more but honestly it could just be abit cute.
send in any thoughts on who with and stuff I’m thinking either like Zegras, Hughes, Fantilli, or like Leonard sister.
I’m open to writing for anyone and I have in the past but stopped for a while so I’m a little rusty but yk we’ll see.
I would love to hear anyone’s opinion on it.
What r ur guys fav players?????
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the second golden bolt tournament premiere review/analysis 🔩
Welcome ladies, gentlemen, and gentlethems to the first of many Battlebots episode reviews and analysis. I was going to do a liveblog but I feel asleep not even half way through and I finished the episode earlier today. If you haven't seen the new episode I highly suggest you do, there's a lot of things that went down and its just a good premiere and episode, but if you haven't you might wanna scroll. (also this is going to be a long one who prepare your nuts people YES I MEANT WHAT I SAID.)
Anyhow LETS GET IT ON, *BRO*
First of, I wanna start with the changes with this show and the differences between this season and the last one. The most notable one is the removal of the matchup with the gatekeeper from the last season. I thought they were going to reveal it in the end or make it so that the final competitor standing does not know who they're fighting until near the end, but no! They don't even mention it beforehand at all in the episode and the last bot standing instantly goes to the finals. Idk why they removed it, I THOUGHT THEY WERENT BUT I GUESS NOT?? Based on the little clips they showed at the start they showed Will Bales, and I thought this was because Hypershock was going to be a gatekeeper for this season but IDK THEY REMOVED IT?? I do kinda miss that aspect of the show because its what made it more interesting for sure but it did really caught me off-guard with it. Maybe Hypershock will be in one of the brackets? Or maybe they just won't compete at all. Idk, its just something I thought was worth mentioning because I couldn't really find it being discussed anywhere. Also I love Kenny's Key and their.... interesting connotations. Aside from that there's no big changes, so let's get to the fights themselves!
SHREDDIT BRO! vs Skorpios - Wow. Whoever predicted Shreddit Bro was going to come out like Minotaur on this one should be given an gold medal WHAT AN OPENING FIGHT. Idk what Evan Arias did to the robot before this but they're looking like a beast out there. The Bro��� was so dominant and all over Skorpios the full fight, if you showed this fight to someone who's never seen the show they'll think its some top tier contender for the title. NO ITS JUST SHREDDIT BRO AND THEY JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE- also I just realized Zach look kinda as his bot was being counted out UEUEUEUEUE I WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG :( YOU TRIED YOUR BEST PRODUCERS JUST REALLY FUCKED THEM OVER BY GIVING THEM A DRUM </3333333 Overall great opener, really good start for Shreddit Bro.
Rotator vs Terrortops - Idk if I have much to say about this fight as much as the last one, but Terrortops didn't do too bad here, they survived a while against Rotator which is not easy. But yeah, this was Rotator's fight to win and its pretty satisfying seeing them be so dominant again.
Switchback vs Kraken - WOAH YOU GUYS IT WENT TO THE JUDGES HOW SHOCKING! Yeahh Kraken got pretty beaten here, I realized these two are pretty similar in design but Switchback just kept delivering the hits. I don't have anything else to say except good performance from Switchback and this is Matt Spurk's TENTH loss in a row since Rusty jabbed Kraken's face out. Like that is just brutal. SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A HUG AND A GOOD OPPONENT PLS </333
Valkyrie vs Ominous - I'm starting to see a pattern here that all the winners had something to prove and has mostly really improved since last season. I thought Ominous would've held on a bit better because of that big plow but yk. yeah. This fight was honestly the best they've performed in a while until the next fights, like I think something simultaneously clicked for all the winning teams in the pits and they decided to POP TF OFF- and honestly?? good for them. good for them.
(okay that took a while to write but its okay. just. 3. more. fights.)
SHREDDIT BRO! vs Switchback - Okay if Minotaur and Shreddit Bro doesn't happen in season 8 I'm rioting. BUT ALSO Switchback, yk in the first 5 seconds WASNT DOING BAD and then he lost the chain. At that point The Bro™ the starting chewing away at him like he was Minotaur. SERIOUSLY HOW? BUT ALSO IM REALLY IMPRESSED. Like I love how this episode was just full of twists and turns and the fandom were collectively shocked at how out of nowhere their wins and dominance are. LIKE THAT LAST HIT WAS INSANE and usually Switchback's pretty durable and bulky. I think if they can figure out a way to protect the wheels, maybe some armor, and get their weapon to not hit the floor, they can be a force to be recon with. (also ik what I described is basically Minotaur but listen let Evan cook okay.) This was the fight I started becoming a Broliever one would say. I believe in the bro that brolieves in me. ooh yeah gottem. (im not mentally stable someone help)
Rotator vs Valkyrie - We all knew producers were going to hype up this rematch and it did not disappoint. Both robots held up really well against each other but Rotator's plow was a really good choice. I do think that Rotator would've had a chance if they'd boxrush them, but otherwise Valkyrie was winning this. Credits to Lucy for staying aggressive and if there were more time I think the plow and side armor would've been completely ripped out. I do prefer the first fight but this fight was still really good.
Okay. That was a lot of fights. But lets take a break and get on with the AWARDS!! First off, the Excellence in Sportsmanship went to Rory Mangles of Monsoon. I didn't know who he was at first but when I was looking through Reddit and seeing the stories, yeah, this guy deserves it. What an absolute chad. This did get me thinking, with this award and the Founder's Award, it got me thinking that these awards can now be awarded to an individual person and not just a full team which is really cool. Now onto the Most Destructive which NOT ONLY DIDNT GO TO SHITTIDE BUT WENT TO MY BOY HUUUUUUGE!! WOOOOOOOO YEAHHH BABY!! THATS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR, THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT!!!!!!!! ahem Okay seriously I thought it was either going to Shittide or Copperhead 100% and I understand why ppl would be surprised at this BUT I AM NOT COMPLAINING WE TAKE THIS W. EAT SHIT ETHAN. Onto the Grant Imahara: Best Design Award goes to RIPperoni and honestly I didn't see it going anyother way, maybe except Horizon but theyre design wasn't performing well, so RIPperoni was really the only pick. And finally, the Founder's Award which goes to Martin Mason! HONESTLY REALLY DESERVED he is the spirit of the sport and overall he just seems like such a great guy. Good for him. Good for him. Now, with all that aside, its time for the finals.
SHREDDIT BRO! vs Valkyrie - Coming into this fight I wanted The Bro™ to win because of their story, but Valkyrie really did good by breaking their drum, but Evan did amazing trying to adapt and get Valkyrie to break their spinner. Just shows that even when Evan is being this cool guy character he's really smart and tactical. I'm so excited for what's to come from this bot and congrats to Evan. Good for him. Good for him.
This episode was a really good start to the season and next weeks episode is a really stacked lineup. I personally think Black Dragon, and MadCatter or Whiplash are my picks for the finals but I'm personally rooting for my boy REESE EWERT FROM FUSION LETS GOOO REESE FUCK THEM UP!! As for SHREDDIT BRO!, I think they lose against Sawblaze, a pretty good chance against Tantrum, and 50/50 against End Game. THINK ABOUT IT we live in a timeline where SHREDDIT BRO has a good chance at beating the former champions. LET THAT SINK IN THE DOOR. I do kinda think the pacing was kinda off this episode but overall this is a really good start to the season, a solid 8/10 episode for me.
ok now im going to sit down time to rest. good night tristate area.
#battlebots#robot combat#robot fighting#battlebots spoilers#battlebots champions#battlebots champions 2#battlebots episode review#battlebots episode analysis#so many tags#i cooked#anyways i'm a fusion believer next ep in one way or another FUSION WILL COOK.#i dont have a life#this is probably gonna be a weekly thing but who knows.
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ok but-
hopper x pregnancy kink HCs~
🧡 now i'm unabashedly talking about the aesthetic preg!vibes; ok?
🧡 like, he's a big fan of the whole domestic/wifey energy for both of u, so this wouldn't be that different
🧡 if anything, it'd likely add to it
🧡 just the idea of you getting all preggs just makes his loins stir, yk?
🧡 the moment u tell him, he's just waiting around for the pregnancy symptoms to begin
🧡 the telltale glow, the clear skin, the bright eyes, that's the first vibe
🧡 then, as time moves on, you start to show. and oml is this man here for it
🧡 when it's just a little swelling in your midsection, the prospect of taking care of you down the line just puts him into a little mental hop!frenzy ngl
🧡 but in the first few months, he loves to just run his hands over your stomach, gently cupping the lower half in his hand
🧡 usually while he's deep inside of you, slowly thrusting in and out of your slicked up, sticky pussy
🧡 likewise, he likes to claim that you taste different too - and he loves it. a lot of oral, specifically face-riding bc he loves how much heavier you seem to him now you're pregnant
🧡 he makes sure to reiterate that he loves it ofc, and likes to imagine how it'll only get more and more attractive to him as time passes
🧡 the weight of you sat atop him, grinding your swollen mound up against his eagerly awaiting tongue, he just loves it
🧡 likely jerks off to it when you're napping, or in the shower
🧡 and speaking of in the shower, oml the bathing and showering kinks go wild
🧡 the idea of you covered in soapy suds, his big warm hands gently caressing you all over, and keeping you happy and cared for is his jam
🧡 this caregiving kink really rears its head when the trimesters continue on, too-
🧡 when you start to really show, you do feel a little insecure, bc despite it being a baby in there the energy of bumping into countertops and needing to re-evaluate your sense of balance is a little sucky, ngl
🧡 but he makes sure to compliment and reassure you, and this isn't just in the classic 'you look so lovely!' way, but really meaningful; "so pretty, so soft..you're gonna be a perfect mom, i just know it"
🧡 he genuinely loves how you look; the contrast of being so sexually engaging and accepting, whilst developing this newer maternal role (and looking the part) just turns him on to no end
🧡 even things like taking up more space; it's almost got elements of regality to it;
🧡 like, of course you need this space to sit, or a new blanket, or someone to cuddle you for an hour - you're creating new life
🧡 it also creates a new facet to your sexual relationship too, bc
🧡 now he's got this almost subservient role, whilst also feeling this papa bear energy to protect his family
🧡 you can most certainly take care of yourself, but the idea that you may need his help to get up, or someone to lay on when you're in pain, or provide some well-earned comfort cravings just gets him riled up
🧡 like, sure, it's a nice idea and makes him happy, but hopper's also seriously turned on by the concept of being such a unit, depending on each other for what you need
🧡 similarly, as time passes he continues to find pleasure in seeing your physical change too ofc
🧡 softly caressing the plushness of your thighs, squeezing and groping while he works his way up to your swollen abdomen
🧡 maybe he'll kiss and leave some hickeys there too; just to mark his territory - seeing the pale pinks and light purples decorating your skin, he just lives for it
🧡 likewise, he feels a sense of connection in a way he didn't before knowing there's a little hop in there.
🧡 his caresses and cradles, and whispers of sweet nothings calm and soothe you, and he likes to imagine that those feelings of yours extend to the little one curled up inside there too. aww
hope u guys appreciate; i'm a little rusty but getting back to it! feel like requesting something similar? here's the link, ya nasty. ;)
also some more tags bc i figure y'all would like this: @enamorededdie @spicedchaiandromeda @stargirlfics @hansensgirl @anythingjimhopper @goodboyriddler @spideyheartsmaryjane-blog @anisbaby @princesssmimi @thedanoriddler @lost-in-sokovia @killerlookz @kelsiejayy @mypoisonedvine @creme-bruhlee @spilledkauffie @kaylawritesfics @inklore @babybugwrites @littlepadika @underratedcharactersimagines @becca-e-barnes @callsign-rogueone @wishilovedyouinthe80s @jaiheats @freshfleshandblood @axen-gers @wingedjellyfishrebel @interplanetarytraveler
#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper smut#hopper x reader#chief jim hopper x reader#hopper x y/n#hopper smut#stranger things x reader#stranger things drabbles#stranger things headcanons#jim hopper headcanons#cuethediscoandthedrinks#cuethedisco#cuethequestions#discomusings🥂#discosmut#x reader#drabbles#ask answered#fanfic#fanfiction
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Oh, I will ask about Wren 🤭
Number 1! I got this thought since my farmer's first meeting with Lance wasn't the best experience for her, so what was Wren's first impression of Lance? 👀
Number two! What is her favourite skill? (farming, combating, foraging, etc)
Number 3! Has she met Jio and the Following? 👀👀👀 (I know we are all big on SVE more, but I'm curious if your universe has RSV in it too, hehe! ✨)
Number 4 is a lore one. How does she know her mother is/was a witch? Or she doesn't yet? (sorry if this is answered, I'm a little sleepy by the time I wrote these 😅💤 )
I hope you're doing well and your day is well, Bunny!! ❤️❤️
HELLOOOO NIMILLA i am doing good thank u for asking 🤭 and thank u for sending some questions abt wren AAAH i appreciate it 🫂
i hope ur doing good as well <3
also i'm curious as to why ur farmer's experience meeting lance didn't go well 👁️ idk if u have explained it before
questions answered under the cut bc it's kinda long LMAO
⊹ ˚. meeting lance
wren's first meeting with lance on top of the volcano was...disorienting.
she was dehydrated and overheated from the intensity of the volcano, had holes burned into her clothes, and her hair was probably on fire tbh,, then suddenly she's face to face with some mysterious man who literally just poofed into existence right in front of her ?!
also she's honest, she isn't ashamed to admit that the first thing she noticed was how cute he was. she really thought she had died in that volcano and this angelic man was here to escort her to the afterlife.
her first words to him were "...am i dead ? i'm dead aren't i ? ugh, i knew those stupid magma sprites would get me."
it took him bit of convincing before she realized that she was in fact not dead.
safe to say she liked him a lot from the get go. developed a puppy love crush on him pretty quickly.
⊹ ˚. favorite skills
her favorite skill changes depending on how long she's been living in pelican town and running the farm yk.
wren's a former city girl wannabe model so she has no experience with any kind of farming or outdoorsy activities whatsoever. she only knows how to plant seeds in the ground because of a project her and her dads would do when she was a kid LMAO.
so her favorite skills in year 1 would be foraging because you literally just pick shit up off the ground. then fishing once she gets more experience with her fishing rod and help from willy.
as she gets the farm up and running, farming eventually becomes her favorite. she loves her animals and has really tapped into the jam business by the time her 3rd year rolls around.
⊹ ˚. Jio and The Cult™️
honestly i've been debating how i should incorporate ridgeside in wren's lore 👁️ there's a lot to get into and i really need to think about it more
wren has met jio and kiwi like you would in the game. she's wary about The Following simply because of the negative connotations around the term "cult". it's hard for her not to jump to conclusions about this kinda thing, but she is curious about jio, kiwi, and the ridge forest.
she stays away from the ridge forest though until she's more experienced with combat because WHEW she rly got her ass handed to her running in there with nothing but a rusty sword and a backpack full of salmonberries.
wren eventually comes around once she's better friends with kiwi. she's still wary, but she wants to help her little friend out. she ends up really admiring raeriyala and belinda's relationship and becoming good friends with jio and daia as well
⊹ ˚. her mother, the witch
wren does know that her mother is a witch and she's known all her life. it's probably one of the only things she remembers about her.
the reason she remembers is because on the day she was abandoned, her mom spent the morning showing baby wren how she uses magic to take care of the white rose bush they had growing outside of their house.
plus i think her mom would have worn a witchy hat like camilla does so it's easy for wren to put 2 and 2 together.
#i hope this is coherent#my head is a jumbled mess sometimes#BUT THANK U AGAIN FOR ASKING <3#farmer wren#bunnymail ⸝⸝ 💌 ★
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hey!!
i am officially strep free! i feel so much better and i thank you guys for all the “get well” stuff it really helped.
sooo i am back to writing!
and since i’m back, i wanted to do a little clarifying for who i write for and what i write.
so, right now, i’m in my harrison ford era, but i haven’t seen all of his movies yet, so as of right now, his characters i write for are:
indiana jones (indiana jones duh)
han solo (star wars)
john book (witness)
tommy lillard (the frisco kid)
jack ryan (patriot games/clear and present danger)
james marshall (air force one)
rusty sabich (presumed innocent)
david holloran (hanover street)
harrison ford as himself (cause why not yk)
rick deckard (blade runner)
william jones (age of adaline)
linus larrabee (sabrina 1995)
MORE WILL BE ADDED
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as for other things, i also want to start writing for:
-supernatural
-obx
-the 100
-dawson’s creek (pacey is the loml)
-marvel
-star wars (other characters besides han)
-prince eric (live action cause i love jonah)
-shadow and bone (books + show)
-actors (say there’s a specific actor whom you like and wish to read a cute lil romance about, sure why not)
and i’m sure there’s more i just can’t think of any lmao.
now as far as requests go, i will practically write anything as long as it doesn’t cross the line of yk, BAD things.
and smut. i do not write smut. i’m still somewhat young, and it makes me uncomfortable to read nonetheless write. the most you’ll get from me is a heavy make out before cutting to black.
soo yeah, that’s all. if there’s anything you want to read, you can send your request to my ask box.
i love you all sooo much, and i hope you have a wonderful day/night!
-jane 🫶🏻
#harrison ford x reader#harrison ford#harrison ford movies#indiana jones x reader#han solo#young harrison ford#star wars#indiana jones#obx#supernatural#the 100#dawson’s creek#marvel#jonah hauer king
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not making any promises at all but basically I used to sing a lot and I used to really love it but I lost confidence and sort of have been trying to get back into it now more recently (idk if ppl remember that little snippet of me singing mama who bore me that I posted a while back) and like…I might (if I do start covering songs more often and recording it) post some of my singing to my blog
would u guys like…mind that? If I did that
for the record I am not a songwriter nothing I post will be original songs and it is just for fun and also I might not do it but i thought since I wanna get back into singing (I fell out of love with it for ages but I’m kind of re-finding my love for it but my voice is pretty rusty from neglect and also yk I’m not very confident in it as I haven’t done it properly for ages)
also like…I currently don’t have a singing teacher (ik I shld start lessons again but my prev singing teacher was rlly bad, really mean and was the reason I lost all my confidence so I’m not that keen to restart lessons quite yet. Also she gave me like rlly bad advice like she was a bad teacher and some of the stuff she made me do actively harmed my voice so) so constructive criticism is welcome and if anyone can tell me what tf my voice type is that would be appreciated (I’ve literally gotten it all, most ppl call me a mezzo and call it a day but I’ve been told I’m an alto b4 multiple times and one time someone said I was a soprano which I’m defo sure is not true bc I cannot sing high for the life of me so yeah but still)
Not that I’m doing any of this now lol but like at some point I might post singing this is like a warning (not a warning but like for want of a better word haha)
Anyway I better stop procrastinating my hw lol byeeee
(EDIT: I just checked and the snippet of mama who bore me from spring awakening has like completely disappeared lol I didn’t delete it it’s just gone)
#Singing tag#I’ll come up with a more creative singing tag at some point but for now that will have to do#the most boring soap opera
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ayo whos ur favorite deus ex character btw nice art
ohhhhh GOD my time has come. and so have i (wRONG GAME)
tldr
i love "main" 7-8 of them equally. What is a main to me? ofc Adam, Frank, Megan, Malik, Eliza, JC and Alex D. One special place in my heart is for Vaclav
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Thank for compliment btw 😖
Spoilers alert ? idk
(warning my english is gonna be sometimes sooo rusty i guess)
DOUBLE WARNING I don’t rule out that over the many years of being in dxs fandom, the main concept of game's lore in my head just didnt messed up with my own headcanons. it is alteady messed up. cuz. yk) me n my besties created the full story aND - [GUNSHOT]
yeah i know it is strange to say, that dx has more main characters that just. Adam, JC and Alex D, cuz. They are Literally The Main chars. But back to my seven.
As i said before i love them all equally, for different reasons. One thing abt dx as a game is that characters arent plain and they are multifaceted.(?)
Adam
I love Adam for his complicated story, personality, for his own struggles, motivations and how they are represented in game. These small environment storytelling pieces and music that creates the mood (wait redswa it isnt abt the environment). What im trying to say. Through the gameS - dxhr and dxmd - we can see how Adam is healing from his trauma, and how heavy it was. Also needet to be noted how he interacts w another characters. AND this tension between him and Frank but how at the end of the day (but lit at panchaea) Frank is still cares a lot abt Adam.
Also Adam is just like my bestie. Moral think for yourself. Yeah.
Pritchard
ONE thing i need to say abt frank is HESSS JUST LIKE MEE FRR, and now imagine some kind of cringe sigma phonk playing on the background. Yeah thats it. I relate to him so much but like. in more✨deep infj cringe way✨ Have you evere feel like Pritchard is gonna explode from nerves or even neurotism? Or like from blast of incomperhensible mess of feelings but he hides it? This is what im talking about. Heyy dont judge me i need to project some shit to my faves okay???? Damn how could you tell i have a lot of hc on dx? i have no idea!
I love Pritchard's informality. I mean. BRO WHY YOUR BIKE IS EVEN ON YOUR WORKPLACE???? AND THIS FINAL FANTASY POSTER???? AND THIS TV INSTALLATION??? honestly?understandable.
In Prague, Frank is still reminds Adam abt himself. Yeah i knoe it is for game purposes, but imo in lore perspective: Pritchard is gathered a lot of info for Adam (basically dxhr retelling), and this small detail: Adam keeps Pritchard's book. (i know you can find them anywhere in Prague, but still (methink eidos gaf later abt this texture and put it anywhere jus because lmao))
This ^^^ is Frank btw
Ok enough abt Pritchard cuz then its gonna be endless
Megan and Malik.
Another notable thing that i like in dx series is that women in game arent sexualized. They arend "simple and f🤮ckable objescts" Megan is a scientist, on a verge of the greatest innovation. Yes. We dont know much abt her bc she is literally missing. Malik is a pilot. Damn i love her sm. Her chardesign. Strong and powerful charisma and nonconfotmity. Faridah's sidequest in Hengsha???? MY GIRLLLL GO AND GET AND BEAT SHIT OF THIS ASSHOLE. 👊👊👊👊
I remember how sad was i, when Malik was killed in dxhr and how happy was i to find out her little gift in Prague.
Overall kinda sad that there is not much screentime of them.
AND another notable thing. Megan and revolver. Revolver as an inspiration. OK I GOT IT
Eliza
Its 2028 and AI is already taken big steps in development. Questions of self-consciousness of an AI were asked in a lot of sci-fi creations. And deus is not not an exception. Love how Eliza obtains her own conscious during the game and how it leads to project Hyron at the end. I have a lot of thought abt p. Hyron overall. Another topic ngl.
And ofc her design is beyond all praise. Thank you designers for NOT making her oversexualized.
During dxmd Eliza is also questioning a lot of essential questions. I know she does. But cant remember what exactly it was. Need to replay tho
JC
My bad, i still cant play through dx original, so i can only rely on his vibes. His vibes are good and silly. He has big meme potential cuz hes test-tubed. Not sorry tho
bro im laughing and exploding from this meme like 3 yrs but RIGHT NOW DURING ANSWERING YOUR ASK I UNDERSTOOD THAT THIS IS SOYJAK REFERENCE AND NOW IM DYING LIKe x3 TIMES I WAS SO BLIND MY VISION WASNT AUGMENTED TILL NOW
Alex D
When my pc even didnt existed and i was a laptop player, when the grass was greener....... I played dxiw. Yeah it isnt so big, but for its times it is good enough. Alex also radiate vibes of small and silly-stupid-Bi guy, the one who is gonna trip on air.
(meme with pom dog says "I will gnaw out your heart and eat it")
Look at him. Hes got an ears, unlike his brothers, but he has ZERO braincells. JC and Paul at least got some braincells, maybe one, or two and they are belong to Paul. Cost of an ears = cost of brain
Alex tried to fool up an AI. I would venture to say that he even flirted with her, and got rejected. Local bidlow tried to gop-stop (bandits tried to steal) his jacked and he could give it to and be like "better be pissed on than punched😖"
Yes, He is a silly fool (noneg, with love) but hes got a big heart like. At least, i remember so.
And last but not least
Vaclav
Love him for his light distinctive punkie nature, with big heart and ready to help whenever you need it. Vaclav tries his best so much. In library we can find cz-eng vocabulary with medical terms, when ig most of his patiens are czechs... says a lot
I would say that vaclav is silly but not stupid, not even naive. We can find him on Dvali's blacklist, but he is important for them. (but we also remember that otar just dont like him cuz vac knows radich's secret and otar is not (mb that the reason why vaclav is blacklisted))
well how to say it.. he's soul is good and lovely, he is not evil or dark. Idk cant find an eng analogue.
But in srb and ru we have доброћудан [dobrochudan] (literally good-lovely) or добродушный [dobrodushny] (good-souly)
actually this gif sums everything abt him very well
Thank you for ask! I really liked to talk on this topic
#redswa's microwave sounds#ask#deus ex#deus ex mankind divided#deus ex human revolution#adam jensen#francis pritchard#eliza cassan#megan reed#faridah malik#jc denton#Alex denton#longread#vaclav koller
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Ask for Plant Brain and You shall Recieve Plant brain.
Robot AU, Foul Legacy is a sentient robot who was left abandoned for thousands of years because he was deemed too dangerous. Here comes funky ol you comin and taking a stroll in the woods then all of a sudden, the flash of light comes on and you're meeted with a MothBot. It was scared confused: who are you? Where was he? Where was his creator? Over time, and over the course of several forest strolls, you become more friendly with Childe, for a machine deemed too dangerous for the public, he was quite sweet. I feel like this would also fit Abyss-Bedo as yk....actual chalk being now is a robot.
Bonus: The robots are mossy and decorated with flowers from their time exposed to the elements.
*waters your plant brain so it sprouts little flowers <33*
oh oh oh what if you also have an interest in machines!! maybe not a full-fledged mechanic yet but one in training!! so when you get your first glimpse of robot Foul Legacy your interest is immediately piqued, which he's used to- robots with sentience are extremely rare and difficult to create. he fully expects you to not return again, to be afraid of him like everyone else, yet against all odds you come back the next day. not to follow him or anything, but just with the hope of seeing him through the trees again, and every time you do you smile and wave to him!!
he learns to wave back to you, after some time, and he realizes he very much likes the delighted look that spreads across your face.
the day he finally lets you approach is one of the happiest days of your life- and of his, or at least what he can remember. your eyes are shining and you're almost bouncing on your feet, reaching for a cloth to help clean off the rust like you've done so many times. mothbot lets out a surprised chirp when you start wiping his face- the sound is creaky and faint from years of misuse, but it fades into rusty purrs as you continue gently rubbing his cheek with the cloth. you're careful to clean any tarnish from his face, but you leave the little flowers twined around his horns alone because they look adorable <33 Childe gently pokes your face with a claw while you're admiring him, marveling at how soft you are, and he feels a surge of protectiveness over this curious human who found him <33
!!!!! oh my goodness Albedo could be another robot who's owned by some company!! maybe he's been made as a weapon but is more easily controlled than Childe, so that's why he's not discarded!!!
(both of them getting attached to you and being so confused and protective hehe)
#genshin impact#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#foul legacy#foul legacy childe#childe#tartaglia#genshin tartagalia#chit chat#darling mutuals#i am LEAVING the flowers on childe because they are PRETTY!!!!#also thinking about the Sounds he makes getting stronger the longer he's around you#because he makes the Sounds more when you're around!!#they're faint at first but get stronger as he gets used to it <333#short scenario#other's stuff#good evening :)#SORRY I'VE BEEN BUSY ALL DAY
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