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villainessbian · 1 year

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Concept: most aliens can get anxious, can get scared, can get fight-or-flight. What most aliens do not get, however, is stress. Stress is a weird thing even by human standards. It can build up over time or be something tied to a very limited situation. It can be caused by a lot of things, and it comes in a lot of different ways. But it's a core human reaction, when a situation is wrong, it causes stress until it is righted. And it even affects different people differently!

Cue Human Cassandra, on a ship with her friend and co-worker Human Pauline. The ship is crewed with a mix of species. It's a cargo ship - load up in a space port, unload in another, get news and supplies during their stops, and live as an ever-shifting family as some of the two dozen crew members, give or take, get replaced. Some leave come payday, and new ones come looking for the thrill of low-level adventure, experiencing warp drives across the safer roads of the known universe.

But getting the supplies you need, or want, in stops is never so easy. Humans are new to the galactic community, and their needs misunderstood. Most broad-edibility food is bland for them, but that's okay. A big enough bag of their condiments can last them years. But ADHD meds... now that's less easy to get, the further from Earth you are. And a contract too big for their captain to pass on came up, much farther than the two humans expected.

Cassandra's mood deteriorated, her work priorities out of order, her sleep schedule in disarray. Little by little, she grew restless, shifting moods and gears unpredictably. A few weeks in and she was a mess, barely able to keep up with the minimum her job doing maintenance and running safety diagnostics for the route charting team required of her. While Pauline could help with the mechanical aspects of keeping the ship running, picking up the "slack", the safety had to be double-checked by the charting and pilot teams. When the curves of asteroid probability reached beyond a certain level, several hundred simulations had to be run, time-consuming processes had to be used, to avoid any collision at speeds beyond speed c. Some truly exotic things happened to ships that experienced those, but none of them contained the words "surviving crew." A safe route avoided any probability of collision over .1% and when going faster than light, any choice of course required thinking in 3 dimensions plus relative time to navigate dangerous probability fields in one piece, finding time-specific corridors and accounting for a dozen variables at once.

After she had a breakdown over a path she would normally have been able to find in under a minute, Pauline spoke to a concerned pilot team member:

"You have to understand her, this is a stressful situation and she's doing her best..."

"What do you mean by 'stressful'?" Gabalt asked. The furry little creature stood on two arched legs, and barely reached up to Pauline's shoulder, opening three wide eyes with curiosity and concern in equal parts.

"Things are... getting difficult for her, and keep getting more difficult because she does not have medication to help her brain be efficient. It makes her tired, and inefficient, and as it goes on, she's less and less able to cope with the situation. The longer this goes on, the worse it gets, and that is stress. Getting more tired because it takes more energy to deal with the situation, and less efficient because she's more tired, and things get harder because she's less efficient, on and on until something can solve the problem and the stress goes away."

"That sounds... hard. Do all humans have to deal with this?"

"Well, everyone has sources of stress, but she's got a disability. Without her meds, she gets stressed all the time. Not a lot all at once, but it always adds up."

"Oh no! So she'll be stuck like that until we get closer to Earth?"

"Most likely, yes."

But the most momentous thing to happen this day was not her breakdown. Not an hour later, alarms blared up. The simulation holograms all displayed blinking red masses - the less-travelled "safe route" was not as well protected! An asteroid range had been detected cutting through the border field, and it was in their way!

Pauline froze up, not knowing what to do. Gabalt was too surprised to act fast. All the courses from the ship's library of regular manoeuvres suggested a crash chance of over 60%, and mere seconds to act before entering the field!

Before anyone could react, Cassandra came in running from her corner to the front of the bridge, slamming the warp drive shutdown button. Most holograms stuttered and collapsed, the exit from FTL essentially dividing one or several of their dimensions by zero.

Looking quickly at the few remaining ones and gazing at the screens showing the current outside situation like a large window would have - plus a few critical extra points of data - she adjusted the angles manually while everyone still shuddered from the gravitational and temporal whiplash of suddenly coming back into normal time. Unblinkingly, she spotted the asteroids on the route while the ship was still going, if not at relativistic speeds, still fast enough for a single pebble they met to vaporise the Whipple shields, the outer hull, the inner hull, the crew members, and the hull again coming out if they but grazed it. Confirming the angles visually, she played with the reaction wheels, the thrusters, the gravity drives, to divert the ship's course just enough to miss a collision while not risking any grave injury on board. There was no time to react - if anything showed up straight ahead on the "unaugmented" outside view screens, it was too late to not get splatted. After half the crew had had the time to get thrown to the side or on the ground due to the rough handling, she'd managed to avoid any crash.

Gabalt was reeling. While it was surely not impossible, these was the kind of moves experienced veterans would never wish to attempt, and the margins for error were ridiculously low! She'd saved the ship and everyone on it, whereas she'd been unable to do a simple safety run so soon before?

Pauline was white as a sheet, but this was nothing compared to Cassandra, shaking violently and breathing unevenly.

"Pauline? What is she doing?"

"That's... probably the adrenaline."

"What's it for?"

"It's from stress. When it comes it overcharges the body. It's like the traditional, 'fight or flight' instinct from survival in prey-predator paradigms, it lets you move fast but paralyses thought... it feels pretty bad after a lot of it is released though. Now she's crashing down, must be harrowing."

"How did she do that? And you said her thoughts were paralysed for precision manoeuvres?"

Cassandra's voice came, nearly a mutter: "I just... had to. do it."

Gabalt needed to understand what happened.

"What do you mean you had to? Someone had to do it, but why you?"

"It- it was very stressful, I saw you freeze, and so."

"But... but HOW did you do all that? That was extremely complicated, few pilots -whose main craft is directly piloting- would want to even try doing that when given a choice!?"

"I had to. do it, so I did. I couldn't. couldn't make a mistake."

"This makes absolutely no sense."

Pauline interrupted. "She just works like that. Lots of stress and when people freeze up, humans with her condition... sometimes, surprisingly, function better in the moment than others can."

"Ah. So it's a human thing. of course, it's a human thing. NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE WITH YOUR ACCURSED SPECIES" the diminutive pilot pouted.

And so one more story of the humans doing the impossible spread around. Humans of a subtype, more easily harmed, sometimes unstable and needing help for the simplest things... accomplishing odd, unthinkable, borderline heroic feats under duress none could be expected to withstand - but only then. Cursed, blessed? No story-teller seemed too certain. But the "magical" species never stopped surprising all others. And a new proverb developed: "it's not over until the human says it is".

#humans are space fae #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are deathworlders #earth is space australia #stress response #ADHD #attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

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loveswrites · 10 months

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can you pls do a poly mikealsons? 🙏

Curtains Poly Mikealsons x reader

Time it took me: About a month

word count: 1581

To anon: Hello lovely, I hoped you liked it! <3

Love <3

“Why can’t I leave?” You questioned frowning your eyebrows.

“Because it’s not safe Love. Understand that.” Kol said, sighing softly.

You had been asking the same question for about 5 minutes and each person you asked gave you a dull short answer. You knew everything about your mates. Well everything that they would tell you that is.

You were a witch who didn’t belong to a coven who was surrounded 24/7 by original vampires and one original hybrid. You're definitely not a skilled witch though, Klaus often refers to you as his little witch. You’ve set things on fire in anger when you’ve gotten into a fight with just about anyone. Things or people.. You’ve never tried running from your power as much as you’ve thought about trying to find a way to lock up your magic and seal it away for a better day. The world is just too dangerous to sit around defenseless regardless if you know or don’t know how to work with the weapons you’ve been given.

“Why is it not safe? What’s going on? I woke up and none of you were there just for me to come find you all and you basically give me the side eye when I ask something!” You said starting to raise your voice. Kol looked at you and he could see the fire in your eyes. You were getting upset and that wasn’t something that they could deal with right now.

Kol walked closer to you grabbing both of your hands with each of his he put them both on each side of his cheeks. It was a little habit that you’ve grown when showing affection to any of your four lovers. When they’d ask why? you’d always just say “Two hands to ground you. Two eyes to calm you.” It always worked so much that when you would freak out or get anger they started using your calming tactics on you themselves.

“Darling please calm down or else you’ll bloody burn the house down.” Kol said softly staring into your eyes rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. So you started focusing on the feeling of his hands and you felt yourself relax and doing so slowed your heart down. Him hearing this he gave you a sly smirk "Good girl." He kissed your forehead and not a second after he was gone.

"What the hell Kol!" You yelled out feeling all of your 5 second relaxation get thrown out of the window..

Sighing, you shook your head and went on a journey through the rest of the compound to look for your mates. When you did they all were in the same room huddled up together basically whispering with the occasional yell from each other.

“What’s going on?” You asked, smiling softly in hope to soften them up to spill the beans.

“Nothing of your concern.” Klaus said immediately.

While Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah and Kol were huddled up Freya was off to the side mixing up some herbs. You couldn’t tell what they were but off the back you knew they were very strong protection herbs.

“What’s going on?” You asked sternly, shifting your eyes between your four loves and Freya.

“It’s nothing-”

“Stop fucking with me and tell me what’s going on! Tell me why you have the walls sealed up like were all stuck here in hell on earth it’s fucking hot in here! Why is it so hot!” You ranted as your mates watched you with wide eyes. Some eyes were full of shock, others were filled with admiration.

“Oh my god the curtains!” Freya said, jumping up, making you turn around to see that you set the curtains in the room on fire.

“My what is your constant need to try to burn us all to oblivion my little witch?” Klaus questioned. Turning to him you only saw admiration from him.

It was one of the things that made you love him more and more. The fact that you could burn the whole world to ash he would be right next to you cheering you on with a smile on his face. Elijah would lecture you on how you’d feel after the world was finished burning. Kol would be on the same page as Klaus, just happy to start some chaos with his love by his side. And Rebekah well it would all just depend on her mood of that day.

It made you feel less of a freak. An uncontrollable freak.

“I didn’t mean to.” You said calmly.

Freya tamed the fire with her powers but they've all learned that your flames only go out depending on your mood. And as long as you were upset or irritated the flames could and would raise at any given time. So the only reasonable thing would be to tell you what’s going on.

“Come on Nik wouldn’t you rather her know or burn down the bloody compound?” Rebekah asked, looking at Klaus.

“It will upset her. And you see what happens when she’s upset.” Klaus said frustrated that this was even still a conversion.

“It will bring her some peace, knee Klaus.” Elijah said always thinking of your well being.

“Fine bloody tell her and if we all burn don’t look at me for help.” He said plopping down into a chair further away gesturing at someone to go ahead and tell you the news.

“Marcel is planning on killing us all.” Kol said calmly.

“What?!” You yelled out with wide eyes causing the fire around to come back full force.

“Calm her!” Freya said no longer able to tame the flame.

“What did I tell you?” Klaus said, rolling his eyes.

“Bloody hell I liked those curtains.” Rebekah said, shaking her head.

You didn’t know much about they’re history with Marcel. All that you knew was he was supposed to be a friend of some sort and sometimes family? It was complicated, They said something that you never found yourself interested enough to pry about. So you didn’t. If you didn’t ask any questions you wouldn’t see him as anything more than a friendly vampire who they throw hands with sometimes. You never thought it was that deep. Until now.

“Why is he trying to kill you-”

“Never mind the reason why thousands of people want to kill us for so many different reasons.” Elijah said plainly like it was just so simple.

“They've crafted yet another weapon to try to unleash downfall upon us. It is yet another useless thing that will cease to exist once we're all done.” Klaus said, walking to you.

As he walked to you he held eye contact with you making your heart yet again flutter. Grabbing both of your cold hands with his warm ones giving you a sly smirk he then said.

“You have nothing to worry about. Especially if your worries are about us love. What you should be worried about is what curtains are going to replace the ones you’ve just burned down for no reason.” He finished kissing your lips gently but quick as he pulled away he let go of your hands and speedily walked away. Not even giving you time to say goodbye and good luck.

The flames being gone Freya also turned to leave the room. But before she left completely she said “Try not to burn anything else while we're gone yeah?”

“I didn’t mean to.” You said shuffling from one foot to another.

“I think it’s sexy how destructive you are.. As long as you are nowhere near my closet.” Rebekah said smiling kissing your forehead following behind the two who just left the room. You watched as she walked away and when you turned another there were only two left. Kol and Elijah

“Kol-” You started but was rudely cut off.

“Nope, I've already said my greetings and dismissals to you love. I couldn’t bear to do it all over again.” He stated giving you a forehead kiss on his walk out of the room.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself shaking your head.

“You should eat something. Read what I’ve laid on your bed, It should give you what you need to know on how to control your magic. It was my mothers.” Elijah said, taking a few long strides to you and stopping in front of you.

“Are you going to kill him?” You asked in hopes the answer was going to be no. You knew Marcel was like an on and off family member.

“If we must, I will lay down his life myself for the sake of my family.” He said sternly, smoothing down his suit.

“I thought he was family?” You questioned looking up at him.

“Sometimes family turns to foe and there's nothing you can do but save the family you have left.” After he said that you saw he was in deep thought. His eyes looked to be lost in the mist of fog. Right when you were going to say something he opened his mouth.

“I’ll make sure they control themselves. Please eat.” And with that he laid his hands on the sides of your face and kissed the top of your head. Your daddy issues were screaming, not even gonna lie. When he let go he walked away leaving with the others which left you alone with yourself and the one thought you had.

“What the hell is there to eat in this house besides blood?”

#lovewrites #x reader #reader insert #oneshots #the originals #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikealson #elijah mikealson x reader #kol mikealson x reader #rebekah mikealson x reader #poly mikealsons #poly mikealsons x reader

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mediacircuspod · 9 months

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Obsessed with this scene and will be forever; A very long meta.

Your ‘exactly’ and my ‘exactly’ are different ‘exactly’s’

The Scene.

Crowley’s exactly means “We need to be safe and together and away from danger. Let me keep you safe.”

Aziraphale’s exactly means “We need to help because it’s the right thing to do, and we fix things when we’re together.”

Note though, that this is the only time they clarify with each other, and they don’t actually say what they mean, they say what they want to do.

“Let’s drop him off and leave him.” Vs. “Let’s take him in and help him.”

The dissection of this also poses the question, Why does Aziraphale think helping Gabriel is the right thing to do?

And the answer is; Crowley gives him the courage to do what Aziraphale thinks is the right thing and not what heaven decrees is good.

And we can come to this conclusion because Aziraphale for the first time ever, immediately and without hesitation, goes against heaven’s will, without having to be convinced or going through a cycle of indecision or guilt. This is… A. Big. Deal.

Season One.

Heaven’s good requires Armageddon to be complete, and under-way. And what does Aziraphale first say about it? “It’s all going to be rather lovely.” “I am not interested[in stopping Armageddon with you].”

Aziraphale loves the earth in this scene. He loves the people on it. He loves all the creatures great and small. He loves Crowley, too. And he still refuses. He needs Crowley to convince him, and even then he still thinks heaven will see sense once he fixes everything. He still believes that right, and good, and holy are the same thing. Even if sometimes he doesn’t agree with it.

Now, let’s go through some history. Between the two of them, for sure, but mainly Aziraphale’s.

An act of defiance; The giving away of a flaming sword. The guilt and worry Aziraphale feels after giving Adam and Eve a chance at survival is not something he gets over quickly. He worries that it was the wrong thing even though it felt right. And the problem isn’t the system that would make doing a good deed the wrong thing, the problem is him. The problem is Aziraphale.

Compliance; The flood. The crucifixion. “God’s a bit tetchy” he says before Mesopotamia is decimated. Aziraphale is clearly uncomfortable with the will of heaven here, but he does not disobey. He does what he is told because the will of God is good and right and correct. He does this same thing with the same reasoning during the Crucifixion of Jesus in 33 AD. Crowley gives us context with a few lines, “Your lot put him up there.” “I showed him all the Kingdoms of the world.” We see a demon who still doesn’t understand why good is so cruel, and knowledge is so evil. And we see an angel that refuses to be conflicted despite his own inherent morality. Because Aziraphale understands why Crowley has questions, he has them too by now. However, Aziraphale has something Crowley didn’t; he has the knowledge of what good intentions and well-meaning questions get an angel.

Doing bad in order to do good. Let’s talk about the Job mini-sode, because let’s be completely real; I’ll never be done talking about the Job mini-sode.

Aziraphale starts this episode thwarting evil. Something he is not conflicted about. You have to thwart evil when you’re good. That’s the whole dance at this point. Crowley stops the dance though, he presents a permit. A permit from a higher authority. Meaning that Crowley, the demon, is performing the will of not only Hell, but also of Heaven. A theme that IS THE WHOLE POINT OF SEASON 1. For all their want of a war, heaven and hell want the exact same thing.

Crowley even states, “The real ‘Big One’ will be between ‘all of them’ and ‘all of us’”. At the end of Season 1 Episode 6.

Aziraphale is horrified by this “permit”. And he goes to check on the validity in heaven, and well. He finds out that it’s real. He doesn’t go higher after that, because he knows you don’t question. He knows he can’t ask why? So he goes to Crowley. If Crowley doesn’t do the evil thing, then Aziraphale doesn’t have to break the rules to thwart it. And well, even though Crowley is a demon, Aziraphale doesn’t actually see him do demonic things all that much. Aziraphale still thinks that Crowley acts like an angel. He’s even starting to think that Crowley is on the side of good. Good being heaven. Crowley denies this, but Aziraphale doesn’t listen. Crowley says, “Kill the blameless Children of Blameless Job” and Aziraphale isn’t going to stop him. The demon has a permit after all. But then something miraculous happens.

A crow, bleats.

Aziraphale looks at a demon defying heaven, defying hell, and doing good. He doesn’t know it yet, but this is his first glimpse of their side. At this point, Aziraphale still thinks Crowley is a little bit on heavens side, because the demon is a little bit good. But then Crowley keeps saving the Children. Crowley stands before angels and he lies to save the children. He does something bad to do something good. And then.

So does Aziraphale.

An angel lies to save children. And then that angel thinks that decision is his undoing. He readies himself for a fall that never comes. Because Crowley is going to keep his secret. This is where Aziraphale once again starts acting with his own moral code. It’s important to remember something important though. Aziraphale still thinks he’s the one who’s wrong. Not heaven. The birth of “their side” coincides with the saving of Job’s children. But there’s a problem.

It doesn’t mean the same thing to each of them. To Crowley it means and end to his loneliness. To Aziraphale it means the beginning of his millennia long struggle of reckoning good with right. Their “exactly’s” don’t match, and they don’t clarify with one another.

The Book and the Bandstand; Aziraphale doesn’t tell Crowley. He doesn’t say, “Let’s go save the world, I found the anti-christ” He says, “Why would I know his shoe-size?” And Crowley doesn’t suspect a thing. Ouch. They disagree on how to continue. Crowley wants to cut their losses and run away. He wants to do this because he thinks they’ve already lost. And Aziraphale doesn’t give him a reason to hold on because despite everything, Aziraphale wants to be good in the heavenly way. He wants to give heaven a chance to do good, too. A higher authority will surely agree with him. And now, he has the courage to ask. Only after he is turned down by heaven does he make his own decision. He steps into ‘their side’ safely, because Crowley had built it that way.

And he saves the world. With Crowley, and the Anti-Christ, and a series of human beings.

Aziraphale retreats to the safety that Crowley has built for them and that he himself has built as well, despite constantly looking over this shoulder. And he finds comfort there. It is the entire reason he finds himself comfortable making his own choices in Season 2, regarding what is good. It’s why he helps Gabriel, and it’s how he gets Crowley to do it too.

You might even say that Aziraphale embraces ‘their side’ more than ever in Season 2. He includes Crowley in all of his plans, excitedly tells him information he finds, calls the bookshop, the Bentley, and their existence, ours. Oppose this directly with Crowley who, in the name of keeping Aziraphale safe, actually just keeps him in the dark(The threat of extreme sanctions, Gabriel’s trial, etc.)

Exactly vs Exactly; AND STILL THE ENDING MAKES SENSE. I have a whole meta HERE about the reason Aziraphale made the decision he did, but I want to talk about it a little bit more. Because it’s the same problem. Their “exactly’s” are different, and neither of them asks the other to explain why.

In this particular case of the ending scene of Season 2, in place of the phrase “exactly” they use the word “together”.

Aziraphale wants Crowley with him in heaven, because they fix things when they’re together. And Aziraphale has faith they they can fix heaven. “We can be together” is how he presents it to Crowley. Crowley rightly sees this as naive, and he’s upset that Aziraphale thinks he wants to be something he’s not anymore.

He finds it hurtful that Aziraphale wants him to change.

“We can go off together” Is what Crowley counters. He says all of this is awful, please let us go off somewhere the danger isn’t. Let me keep you safe. Aziraphale doesn’t want to run away. He wants to save the world again. He wants to save it with Crowley. He wants them both to be good, too.

IT’S THE SAME ARGUMENT.

Only Crowley doesn’t let Aziraphale win this time. Aziraphale isn’t right this time. And Crowley isn’t wrong. (I mean I don't think he's right either, they need to find a compromise that isn't the toxicity of heaven and isn't the loneliness of running away.) This time he says, “It’s finally too much, you’re finally asking me to do too much.” Crowley for the first time ever, when asked to make the decision between the two of them, chooses himself. Neither of them explain themselves, and neither of them asks the other to do it either. Because asking questions has always been dangerous for both of them. Anyway, this season makes my brain buzz and I love the ending so much.

#its the “Let me fix it for you” but hearing “Let me fix you for it” dilemma that I said in my Job post #good omens #good omens meta #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers #okay? okay.#but instead its exactly? exactly.#and instead of sweet its actually heartwrenching #I won't stop talking about this EVER

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vdazzle · 2 months

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Hazbin hotel characters with a seraphim!reader

Synopsis: Reader is a Seraphim who appears to save the Hazbin cast when they are in danger.

Requested?: nope 😋

Notes: been thinking about this scenario all night leave me alone 🙏 also can be seen as platonic or romantic ‼️ might be ooc.

Angel Dust

🕸️💗 • On one faithful day, you decided Heaven was getting to be a bit boring for you, since nothing was happening.

🕸️💗 • You had recently figured out how to project yourself into different places such as earth and different places of heaven, so you began to wonder if you could project in hell.

🕸️💗 • Finally deciding to project yourself into a room of a hotel the princess of hell had been nagging Adam— or more accurately, anyone who would listen to support said hotel.

🕸️💗 • Angel had just gotten back from a looooooong day at work, and his mood was down in the dumps. Walking into his room, he was adamant to just get to bed.

🕸️💗 • Before his head could even get remotely close to his pillow, he saw you. You were playing with fat nuggets.

🕸️💗 • “What the FUCK.”

🕸️💗 • As soon as you saw him, you disappeared. He honestly thought he was going insane.

🕸️💗 • When you appear about a week later, he doesn’t trust you

🕸️💗 • First time you had to save him? Angel was in the studio, about to get fucking pummeled by Valentino for making him mad. For whatever reason, you decided to hang around in the less payed attention to areas of the studio.

🕸️💗 • You weren’t about to let Valentino beat up Angel, so you stepped in.

🕸️💗 • Go you!! You snapped one of Valentino’s arms off and shoved it down his throat.

🕸️💗 • The studio was in flames, and Angel was shocked. He thought you were just there to annoy him, not save his ass??

🕸️💗 • He only trusts you a little more than before. deal with it luv <33

“Thanks toots. M’ greatful for that, really.”

Husk

🐈‍⬛🥃 • You just showed up one day lol. He had a few suspicions of you, but overall didn’t really care that you showed up.

🐈‍⬛🥃 • As long as you don’t annoy him or try to kill the people of the hotel, he has no problem with you occasionally hanging out with him at the bar.

🐈‍⬛🥃 • You first had to save him during the scene where Alastor was threatening him.

🐈‍⬛🥃 • The only reason you saved him was because if Alastor killed the guy that kept you company, you would completely lonely and bored!

🐈‍⬛🥃 • When Husk saw Alastor get yanked back and fall on his ass, he was confused until he saw you standing there.

🐈‍⬛🥃 • After beating Alastor down a bit more, you helped Husk up to his feet. He was still a bit shocked, but otherwise he seemed fine.

“Thanks. I guess you aren’t too bad after all.”

Vaggie

🪽⚔️ • Vaggie knew you while she was a exterminator. When she was banished to hell, you decided to secretly visit her to make sure she was safe in hell.

🪽⚔️ • She really appreciates you checking in on her. Most angels wouldn’t risk their spot in paradise to check up on the fallen.

🪽⚔️ • The first time you had to save her was the first extermination she experienced after getting banished.

🪽⚔️ • An exterminator was about to kill Vaggie. She accepted her fate and got ready to die.

🪽⚔️ • That was NOT going to slide with you. Putting your hand on the exterminator’s shoulder, you told them you wanted to kill Vaggie to give justice to heaven or some stupid shit like that.

🪽⚔️ • The dumb mother fucker believed you, and backed off. Well, some part of it was believing you and the other part was fear that you would use your influence as a seraphim to get them banished.

🪽⚔️ • You asked Vaggie if she was ok, and got her somewhere safe. Somewhere no exterminator would even think of checking, the clock tower.

“I thought i was going to die. Thank you.”

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thank you for reading!! if you want a part two with other characters, lmk :3

#hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x reader #angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk x reader #hazbin husk #husker hazbin hotel #husker x reader #vaggie #vaggie x reader #x reader #x you #angel dust x you #husk x you #husker x you #vaggie x you

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icycoldninja · 1 month

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I hope this isn't a weird ask (you can ignore this if it is), but would it be okay to ask for some HCs about how the guys are with a hunter S/O? But instead of hunting the usual demons the boys are used to, they hunt things like the monsters in Bloodborne.

Bonus points if their S/O has a tamed beast that operates the same as V's familiars.

It's not weird at all! It's an interesting concept I had a lot of fun working on. Enjoy! 💜

Sparda boys + V x Devil Hunter! S/O headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante got so excited when he found out you were a devil hunter like him. Finally, someone that understands the pain of fighting supernatural, otherworldly creatures.

-Wants to go on jobs with you all the time, not caring what it is you're doing, or what you're hunting, he just wants to spend time with you.

-Trades weapons with you and teaches you how to use his guns while you teach him to use your weapons. It's cute, and handy if either of you lose your stuff mid battle.

-He expected to fight empusas and other weak, annoying demons. When he saw what you were going up against, he was visibly shocked for a moment. You hunt those? Seriously?

-Dante respects you for being able to deal with those monsters, but at the same time fears for your safety. Now he insists on going with you on every mission just to make sure you're safe.

-If you happen to have a familiar or pet, Dante will treat the thing like a housebroken pet whenever it's around, always feeding it treats and stuff.

■ Vergil ■

-Is very intrigued by the fact that you too are a devil hunter, since there aren't exactly that many people practicing the profession.

-Wants to mentor you and teach you the ways of the blade so you can be more prepared whenever you fought dangerous demons.

-The day you asked him to come along on a mission with you was the day his heart turned into a butterfly that flew down to his stomach and flapped around for hours on end--that is to say, he was very excited to see you in action.

-When he saw the creatures you'd be up against, however, his demon instincts clicked and he immediately portaled you out of there with the Yamato and started slicing up all the monsters before you could.

-After that he and you had a talk, and while he wanted to be by your side during missions 24/7, he respected your wishes to be independent and decided on a compromise: You could go alone, as long as you called him regularly and asked for backup or retreated whenever you needed it.

-Is largely indifferent to your pet/familiar, if you happen to have one.

○ Nero ○

-You are now his rival! Don't worry, it's in a friendly way.

-Nero competes with you to see who can kill more demons, or who can take down the creature first, or who can kill demons the fastest, etc. Etc.

-When he saw the kind of creatures you normally go up against, he immediately rushed in, declaring that he would kill them all before you could--and so the challenge began.

-It's fun, competing with him in battle, and what's more, this way, creatures rarely get the jump on you, and if they do, they're demolished immediately.

-Competes with your familiar/pet, too, since he sees it as an extension of you.

-All in all, you two (or three) are the most badass monster slaying team to have ever walked the earth.

● V ●

-Was honestly a little concerned when he learned of your occupation. After all, he would hate for anything to happen to his precious.

-When he accompanied you on one of your missions, he was shocked to say the least. These were the creatures you fought on a near daily basis? They were unlike any demon he'd seen before; they were far more grotesque and possibly too ugly for even he to write a poem about.

-Afterwards, he became even more worried about your safety than before and kept trying to have his familiars follow you when you left for missions.

-He insisted on going with you more often, but his weakness often prevented him from doing much, especially in battle, so he reluctantly stayed behind and wrote beautiful compositions about how he felt about you endangering yourself like that so often.

-If you have familiars/and or pets like him, he will be more than happy to play with them, take care of them, or maybe even take them for walks if they're needed.

-His familiars will definitely be interacting with your familiars; hopefully one of them can talk because Griffon is a chatterbox.

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Tips on Writing Bishop

I've been asked a couple times for advice on how to write a good (03-style) Bishop, and I'm well-aware he can be a bit tough to get a grasp on. As someone who's studied him specifically to learn how to write him as accurately as possible, I figured I'd compile some thoughts in case it'd be helpful to anyone else. I know a lot of Rise takes on him are basing off the 03 version, so maybe this could help generate ideas, too. SO!

Big Overall Points!

At the core of EVERYTHING Bishop does are two primary motivations. The first: the protection of the earth. What this means to him can get tricky, because it doesn't necessarily mean protecting the people, at least not all of them. But it will be better understood alongside the other:

The second: The protection of his sense of safety. Bishop has been deeply traumatized, and everything he does is born of a want to avoid that pain ever again. In his mind, earth is a safe area, a controllable factor, and anything outside it is a danger that must be eliminated. This is why he will still be willing to put himself and other people on the line in service of this; any sacrifice is worth the greater goal. (It's worth noting, Bishop will claim the first as his motivation freely, but is likely not consciously aware of the second.)

Bishop deals in Big Picture ONLY. Another reason Bishop will willingly throw away anything, including the lives of the people he claims to protect, is that he seems incapable of understanding things on a small, individual basis.

Bishop is a cold personality. He does not have strong displays of emotion. He does emote, but for the most part it's muted, so I recommend using emotional bursts very sparingly. (In my own writing, as an example, I try to limit my use of exclamation marks in his dialogue as much as possible.)

At his core, Bishop is afraid, and his response to fear is aggression. This also makes it particularly difficult to talk him down, if he's put in an emotional state. His response to not being in control is often violent retaliation.

With those basic tenants understood, let's move next to some major personality traits:

Bishop is a controlling personality. This is a direct result of his trauma response. Things that can be controlled are safe, therefore he must control everything. If something cannot be controlled, it's a threat that must be eliminated. If he doesn't know why something happened, he becomes angry (including even when it benefits him.)

Bishop is very low-empathy. When writing him, I try to keep in mind that he cannot put himself in the perspective of others. (Or if he can, he doesn't care to.)

Bishop is a sadist. He gets personal enjoyment from hurting others.

Bishop likes fighting, but only when he's winning. He will quickly leave if he can't see a guaranteed victory.

Bishop is paranoid. This is probably self-evident, but it's the reason he's often so well-prepared even when things don't go to plan.

Bishop genuinely seems to enjoy science. He's shown to be far more lenient with scientist characters than anyone else, and he seems to involve himself in his scientists' projects to a degree. Enough to, at the very least, understand their work. (Given he was the one set to dissect the turtles, it might also be argued he has some medical or biology background, himself.)

Bishop is an opportunist and scavenger. He can roll with failures as long as he can find something to get out of it. If he's presented with an opportunity to stab someone in the back, and he has something to gain? He'll take it without a second thought.

Bishop is deeply self-blind. For all his perceptiveness and strategic prowess, Bishop is not very self-aware in the slightest. He is completely blind to his own hypocrisies, and thoroughly confident in his own righteousness.

Bishop adapts fast. He accepts situations for what they are and acts (Though he may still be angry about them, or what have you.) This is likely a skill developed via longevity; the world around him has changed rapidly, but he doesn't feel out of place at all.

Bishop will take extreme risks and thinks wildly outside the box. Also self-evident, if you're familiar with the plans he enacts throughout the show. He'll put a lot on the line if he thinks the reward is worth enough, and he's willing to go to extreme lengths to get what he wants, even if his plans would be considered crazy by normal standards.

Bishop is persistent. If he wants something, he won't stop until he gets it. If he fails, he'll retreat, make a new plan, and try again. It is very difficult to convince him to back down (and certainly not on moral grounds.)

Habits and triggers I've noted:

Being restrained of any sort puts Bishop in a panic. He is more likely to have an emotional response in these scenarios, and seems to have (an albeit muted) desperation to escape. (See: Leatherhead restraining him in the first encounter; His reaction to being trapped on the surgical table in Head of State.)

When being duplicitous or suppressing a reaction, Bishop will go to adjust his tie. This could possibly be considered his tell.

Bishop seems to have a particular fear of aliens blending in as humans. His slayer project was built around the assumption that this is a common threat. (Worth noting: This makes The Shredder the model of the exact threat Bishop is afraid of. Technically, Bishop himself may also fit the description of a threat shaped like a human.)

Writing considerations:

In 03's narrative, Bishop is EPF and EPF is Bishop. Narratively speaking, any organization Bishop is head of acts as if it is an extension of his will and character.

Bishop is shown to strike fear and/or discomfort into most characters he interacts with. Anything beyond this is an outlier, and will draw a reader's attention.

Dialogue-wise, Bishop is generally succinct and blunt. He does dabble in gloating, though, and especially likes to upset others. If he's given a chance to be mean, he'll usually take it. It can help to consider he has a Mission Mode and a Normal Mode. When it comes to Mission Mode, he gets straight to the point and hates unnecessary talking. Otherwise, he's still not very talkative, but will take the time to make pointed jabs or talk through a plan. A lot of his sense of humor seems to be rooted in how He's Better Than You (And You're Going To Die Painfully.)

It's a common pitfall that Bishop is depicted as seeking out the turtles. In 03, once he gets their DNA, he's done with them. Any encounters after that are incidental. Bishop does not care about anything that won't effect his greater goal. If he's targeting another character, it should have to do with a greater plan.

Bishop is an extremely competent combatant, shown to be able to handle up to 7 opponents at once. For a breakdown on his fighting style check out my other post on that!

Bishop is hard to kill, and oftentimes he accidentally contributes to his own defeat. (The hook from Bishop's Gambit is an example I get a LOT of mileage out of, as a perfect symbol of his self-defeating prophecies.)

We almost only ever see Bishop in the context of his work. While it could be construed that he depersonalizes himself, it's much more clear that the narrative depersonalizes him. As far as we, the audience know, Bishop's work is all that he is.

It's unclear if Bishop was released from his abduction or escaped. Depending on which you ascribe to, this can have ramifications for his mindset on how to deal with the alien threat. (Personally, because so much of his inability to cope hinges on a feeling of helplessness, I believe he was released. If he escaped on his own power, that undercuts it, somewhat.)

Thematically-speaking, Bishop parallels both his own torturers and his own victims at the same time. He has perpetuated the cycle that traumatized him in the first place by trying to fight fire with fire. (In that vein, I don't think he's capable of understanding that, not seeing aliens as people in the first place, just dangers. Considering how deeply ingrained his trauma is in his worldview and actions, it would probably ruin him, if he were ever able to actually grasp it.)

Bishop and EPF are likely a commentary on the military of the time 03 was coming out. This can be something worth keeping in mind, when figuring out his greater themes in your story, though it can just as well be discarded if it doesn't fit.

Adding to that, Bishop has an extensive american military background. His skills and knowledge will reflect that.

Bishop also plays on and references a number of real-life alien conspiracies. It can be worth digging through conspiracy history to drum up ideas and themes, too.

The ethical and philosophical quandaries of Bishop's body-hopping and humanity tend to not hold too much weight, because Bishop, himself, doesn't seem to care.

If I think of more I'll certainly be adding on to the reblogs of this post! Or, if you have more thoughts, please feel free to add! If you're in the mood for more Bishop ramblings, that's practically most of this blog atm, but this post is a particular favorite. If you're interested in Fast Forward!Bishop, specifically, consider this post! (also read Taking Pawns. slipped in that self-promo, nice.)

#agent bishop #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #And man I still gotta make an analysis on 2012 Bishop #my man is so underrated #There are only a handful of fics out there that include him at ALL and for the most part I find he's blended with 03's characterization #Which takes away what makes him fun in his own right and muddies 03 Bishop's character basis imo #anyway I had this post on the backburner for a while and finally got the motivation to finish her up #And of course if ever there are more questions on characterizing him I'd be happy to help! I love rambling about this guy ad nauseum #oooh stray thought I should do one for Rat King too. Went through that guy's episodes recently theyre GREAT #I've also been very tempted to compile most of these posts into a big ol video essay. idk if I could pull it off but it sure is an idea

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Thomas or Arthur Shelby with a reader who has a very high libido? Yes, it would be interesting.

Dear Anon,

This is pretty steamy or at least I think so. It's a bit on the shorter side and written in point form but I added gifs - which idk I couldn't help myself NSFW!!! But they were too pretty to leave out.

Hope you like it!

Warnings - sex, lots of it, insecurity about body after having a baby, pregnancy sex

18+

Minors please do not proceed. This content is not suitable, please keep yourself safe and stay away. Thank you 💕

Thomas didn't understand how you could always be ready to go. At first, he worried you were forcing yourself to put on a show, trying to keep his attention so he didn't stray elsewhere. It was a reputation he came to hate once meeting you.

Then he tried to ignore you a little bit, just enough to give you some breathing room. That went over like a lead balloon, and he wondered why women didn't come with individual sets of instructions. You got so upset, furious with him that he wouldn't give you the real reason he was pulling away. Thoughts of other women and dangerous business deals filled your head. Eventually, he gave up promising and attempting to explain why he was giving you space and just fucked you on the desk. How he managed to push the thoughts from your mind? He didn't know. He just knew it was in his best interest to keep you happy and satisfied.

He still had no idea what turned you on.

You’d often slide across the bench seat and take his hand off the wheel to slide between your legs. This made him late, the temptation to pull over and embrace her properly was too overwhelming.

People said it wouldn't last long. That you would settle down. But a year had passed and you were just as demanding as the day you'd first hooked up. you didn't seem happy unless his hand was around your throat, him whispering horrid things in your ear.

Initially he didn't understand why on earth you would want him to do such things to / he wasn't sure he could manage it as you were just so soft and sweet looking. He managed and never questioned why ever again. You always had lots of fantasies and would just jump into one when it suited you. Fucking him on the benches of Parliament.

She had no shame. Getting on her knees at the office, taking what belonged to her, and placing it in her mouth. Completely at ease with the space, and unbothered by ruing his schedule or making him suffer during phone calls.

He’d bent you over countless bathroom sinks. Watching your face in the mirror as he silently ripped into you.

Mornings where you’d follow him into the shower.

“No. No - you kept me up half the night. I have a meeting. We talked about this.” He’d scold you, finger raised. “No fucking.” but he could already feel gravity pulling him to your body. Wordlessly you didn't have to do anything but fall to your knees. Water falling into your face. You took him down in one go and it took everything in him not to cum down your throat. Grabbing you by the hair he held you there for a moment. Pulling you away he watched the thrill light in your eyes as you got your way - as always. He pulled you up fucking you against the cold tiles. Loving the way you were desperate for him. Biting your wet skin, the absolute mess you made when you finally let go. How you only laughed when the hot water ran out.

The unavoidable happened - you were swelling up with his child. Thinking he’d put a baby in you meant your body would be satisfied for the 9 months it was working hard was just another wrong assumption. All it meant was strange positions and multiple orgasms. Fucking you until you said he could finally cum and be done with it. Long nights. Even in the moments of labor when it was just the two of them you’d drag his hand between your legs to try and push away the pain.

The babe was a challenge to work around, and suddenly you drifted away. Not ever wanting out of your clothes. Bathing with the door locked. He started to realize how your needs balanced him out, he missed your wild adventures.

Eventually, he caught you late at night before bed - hand between your own legs, sweat across your forehead. He’d entered the room desperate to touch you. Your hands pushed him away. He felt his heart start to break as tears streamed down your face. He begged but you wouldn’t budge. “You don’t want to see me like this” The words finally choked out. He saw it as a challenge. He kept an eye on you to see if you’d really push him off, he got you out of your clothes as he took his time coming back to your body. Worried that perhaps you were still in pain from giving birth. It wasn't something he figured women would just bounce back from, he was in the room as you had requested, and he wasn't sure if he’d recovered from it. Once you were down to your slip, he watched you reach up to turn the lamp off. Leaving him in darkness as his hands slowly peeled it off. He reached over and turned it back on. You let out a sharp noise trying to cover yourself. He finally pieced it together. You didn't want him to see your body, because it was different.

“Love, come off it. It’s just me” You burst - he didn't realize that women even talked about these things, let alone pressured each other. Pol and Esme told her to ignore them, but a few other friends worked a fear into her head that once seeing her like this he’d be turned off of her forever.

He spent hours working over every part of her. Massaging, kissing, and praising her. Trying to get his wife back. Trying to get her to understand that there wasn't anything that would take him from her. It took all night but he got his wife back one orgasm at a time.

You got comfortable again, tamed by responsibility and lack of sleep, but just as needy and persuasive as always.

No matter how tired or beat up he was, there was nothing that would take away his pain or suffering like your embrace.

Hope this was alright! Let me know if gifs work for these types of asks.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby smut #thomas shelby smut

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Witch does some magic, Fae!Price remembers why witches are so dangerous

this is a longer one(1.4k words), dealing with a lot of spell work, and mostly OC stuff.

One of your friends is laying on your kitchen table. Arms folded to cushion their head, half asleep as you scrub their back with salt. You already washed the table down, chalked your largest circle on the floor, made sure your herbs were prepped. You really don’t know why you keep doing this to yourself. You let your eyes wander to look out your back door, peaking across your garden to your back gate.

“I can come back if you’re waiting on someone,” You friend mumbles, you shake your head. You grab a washcloth and dip it in the copper bowl of new moon water to rinse the salt off their back.

“You’re fine, I want to get this done today.” They hum, sitting up enough to finish their last swallow of tea before passing you the mug.

“You’re always so serious about this.”

“You pay me to be serious about it.” You step out of the circle to put their drained mug in the sink and finish your own. Hyssop tea isn’t your favorite but better safe than sorry. You grab another copper bowl and a small sachet from your cupboard. Another hum from your friend. “Where’d you get the baby ginger?” You ask, removing the small humanoid root from its sachet and placing it in the new bowl.

“Trade secret,” You try not to think too hard about it. There are a lot of things about your friend you try not to think too hard about. “Figure that should be enough to mix a few sessions worth of ash.”

You nod, casting another glance out your back door. You need it open for the sun, for the tie to summer to keep the room warm, but you also need your garden free of distractions. You twist open the jars you’d pulled. Morning Glory, Comfrey, Angelica, Marjoram, Ginger, fuck what are you missing?

“Ruda.” Your friend tells you, their eyes closed peacefully.

“You hate Ruda.” You leave the circle again to grab the herb. It feels like you’ve got everything but the kitchen sink in this bowl.

“The dragon’s blood will cover it,” You pause, at the edge of the circle, stomach twisting, “I can smell it.” Your fingers tighten on your jar, you hate when they do this, talk to you like they know what you’re thinking. Especially when they know better. You step over the chalk circle and deposit a few pieces of ruda in the bowl. You’re quick to strike a match and light the mixture, letting it burn down as you center yourself.

The sound of the wind rustling through the trees, the light herbal small of your garden, the warmth of summer, you do your best to keep your focus on the earth. Stable. Grounded. Your herbs crackle as they burn, the smoke finding its way out your back door, hardly bothering to be contained by your circle. Your house is silent, your fingers are warm and buzzing with potential.

Everything is easier after this, or faster. Magic always seems faster once you set it free to run. You mix the herbal ash with a little alcohol and some chips of dragon’s blood resin to make ink. You clean your needles and set your intention. You trace the patterns already on your friend’s skin and find the breaks that need to be mended, and snap on some gloves.

You poke new lines of honeycomb across their shoulder. Dip your needle in the ink and fix the pentacle on their spine, the salt, the concentric circles. Hyssop, lavender, parsley, you sink comfortably into your work tattooing herbs and wards. You mind is clear, present and gone at the same time. It’s comfortable here. Your friend sleeps as you work, not even twitching as you wipe at the ink.

You don’t think of it as what it is. Blood magic. Magic you shouldn’t be doing, wouldn’t be doing if it was anyone but them. Magic made just for this singular person, just for their needs. You mumble to yourself as you work, watching the pentacles turn, the sword glint. The honeycomb drips onto the lavender making you wipe at it to check that your lines are all connected. It’s complicated magic, a spell you’ve been weaving and maintaining for years. You trace your fingers around the unbroken ring at the center, the dark abyssal black that fills it. The sink.

You pull back and inspect your work, roll your shoulders, check the time. You pat your friend’s shoulder to wake them up before spraying the fresh tattoo with green soap. They groan and stretch out over your table.

“Feels like a fucking rock on my back.” They grumble. You hum, cleaning your work station to give them room to sit up.

“Gotta charge it, that’s what the sun’s for.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” You help them up, careful to avoid breaking the circle or knocking over any of your herbs. They wave you off as they exit your house to your garden, sinking onto the little stool you’d set out. You hover close by, just to be sure they don’t faint. It’s happened before. You glance at the gate when they do, feeling your stomach flip when you catch sight of Price watching you.

Your friend waves you off, shooing you towards your distraction. It’s good you didn’t notice him sooner, it might have broken your concentration. The last thing you need is for a spell this intricate to backfire.

“You have a client,” Price nods at your friend, you don’t bother looking back at them, sure they’re enjoying the sun.

“You haven’t been around in a while,” You counter. Wincing a little at yourself. Truth for a truth. Though one is more an embarrassing acknowledgement that you noticed his absence. Price smiles at that before covering his mouth, trying to spare a little of your pride.

“Did you miss me?”

“No.” You say quickly. He nods, it’s cute the way you lie to him. “Did you need something?”

“Just wanted to check up on you,” He tells you, you raise a brow, clearly not buying it. The “and” that should follow that statement hangs in the air between you. He’s not impolite enough to impose himself on your hospitality when you have another guest. Especially not when you’re working.

It’s strange though, if he hadn’t seen you bringing your client out, he might not have noticed them at all. They look human, but.

But they don’t smell like anything. They don’t have any presence at all. You smell like burnt herbs, ink, residual magic falls off of you and threads through his. It’s terribly distracting. You’re always distracting. Enough to keep his attention off of whatever is in your garden.

“Well, here I am. No need to drop by just to see me.” Price respectfully begs to differ. He has every reason to see you. Your sincerity in the statement doesn’t go unnoticed.

“I thought you didn’t deal with creditors.” Price leans away from the threshold as you turn to talk to your client. He hadn’t even registered their presence.

“Go wait in the house if you’re all charged,” You tell them quietly. Charged. Price knows that term, what were you charging? The whole person? Your client shrugs and turns back towards the house.

Price’s stomach rolls, and he has to stop himself from taking a step back. Fae trap. The blossoming tattoo on their back hums and moves, alive with captured and contained magic. A seal on the client’s presence, a ward, a living hex breaker, all wild fed magic channeled through your spell work. Not human, just disguised as one. He can feel the hooks spinning off of them now that he knows what to look for. The fae itself doesn’t seem too dangerous, but the spell on their back...

You look up at him so innocently. Sweet as can be, waiting for him to take his eyes off your retreating client. “It’s good, right?” You ask, and he knows exactly what you’re asking. Knows that you know exactly what you’ve created.

You laugh, and wave your hand, “Not a chance, too much upkeep. I’d burn through the ink faster than they do.”

“Bloody hell,” Price swears, unsure what else to say to dislodge the knot his stomach has twisted itself into, "So you let a hunter in but not me?

"Hunters are stupid," you look over your shoulder towards the house, "think with their stomachs, easier to guard against. You on the other hand..." You look back at him, it's clearly a compliment, not one you're willing to say aloud, but he'll take it.

“You don’t have one of those on you, do you?” Price asks, a mixture of pride and apprehension rising in his throat.

#oc: witch #warning do not do blood magic at home or on anyone else #this is a closed course with professionals #woah who is that walking (actual) bombshell?#Price doesnt stick around long since Witch has to finish with her friend #but hes also happy to get the hell out of there #captain john price #john price x reader #fae!Price #i was like do i wanna post this its a lot of OC work? but then i remembered its my blog and i can do what i want #also because this friend is important and i feel like they need a little preview #stupid hunters: ghost and König and lowkey Soap

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neptune-scythe · 3 months

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Do you ever think about how Kaz making sure Inej is reunited with her brother is so he doesn't have to deal with his own grief?

Hear me out

Obviously he cares about Inej and wants her to have her family back and that's his main focus, or at least his main focus consciously

But here's the thing

They're mirrors of each other. Two people who lost brothers, Kaz's is gone forever ... But inej's is still out there (probably). Now we all know Kaz has never dealt with his grief, and probably barely even acknowledges it, mostly because he doesn't know how. That's not something people just ... Know how to do, grief is a process and if you don't have a single other person to help you or even be the slightest bit supportive it's going to be nearly impossible to grieve in a healthy way. Let alone being in a constant state of survival mode having to watch your back all the time because you're a kid in a very dangerous place and pretty much ever single person is an enemy, or at least not someone trustworthy or helpful. But I hella digress my bad

My point is Kaz hasn't dealt with the loss of his brother (why have I not used his name once? Bitch idfk my bad Jordie you deserve better bestie), which was a meaningless death. And by that I mean Jordie didn't sacrifice himself for some cause, he wasn't a casualty of a greater issue ... He just died. Because that what people do.

And especially for a kid who's all alone with not a single soul left on the earth who gives a damn about him, that's a pretty tricky concept to grasp. That your whole world, the most imporant person in your life could just die ... Just be completely gone in a moment. Thus why Kaz immediately blames Pekka and devotes his life to revenge, even though Pekka was only indirectly involved in Jodie's death. But blaming Pekka gives his death a meaning, it means there's something he can do to make it mean something.

Once again super digressed from my main point whoopsieeee. Hope y'all are enjoying the wild ride of my thoughts rn (I'm literally just stream of consciousness writing this shit, and for shits and giggles imma leave it that way no edits this is a first draft post you're welcome)

N E WAY

Jodie's death WAIT A SECOND HOW MANY TIMES HAS IT AUTOCORRECTED TO JODIE 💀

I'll never know because I'm not rereading this shit

Anyway

JORDIE's death meant nothing, and Kaz's revenge on Pekka didn't give it meaning either ... Which he probably knew deep down that it wouldn't. But those are the kinds of thoughts we ✨silence✨ because we need the rage for vengeance to keep us alive and doing things.

Now back to Inej and Harij.

Reuniting them will for Kaz make his own situation mean something (in my opinion don't at me these my head canon thoughts). That even though he can't bring his own brother back, he can bring back hers. And knowing that they're together will make his own grief a little easier to bear. It balances it out, if you will.

Two brothers lost, one brother found. Good math

OK BUT ALSO HAVE YOU CONSIDERED

Harij is Inej's younger brother

So consider Kaz is doing it as much for him as for Inej. He's making sure another little boy (he's obviously not a little boy anymore but like ... He was 12 ((idk how old he'd be know)) and that's plenty young) doesn't have to lose his older sibling forever.

And also consider

Kaz knows he doesn't deserve Inej, he knows he most likely won't always have her ... And more importantly she won't always have him.

He won't always be able to protect her, to keep her safe. But her brother could. Her brother could be there for her and her support her and even do a far better job (probs idk what bros personality is like but I bet Kaz Brekker is assuming shit too) than Kaz could. So by reuniting her with her brother he's making sure she's taken care of, that even if he lets her down, she'll never be alone.

Because real talk her

Y'all are allowed to have your head canons and shit I am NOT gatekeeping

But canonically Kaz Brekker is not the jealous or possessive type. If Inej wanted to leave him for someone else he'd be upset yeah but he's knows full well Inej is a living Saint and worth far more than he could ever deserve in a billion lifetimes, and he's also far more concerned with her happiness and well-being than what she can provide for him.

So he'd be satisfied being away from her, not knowing a single thing about her life, as long as he knows her brother is there with her.

He doesn't need to take care of her, he just needs to know that she is taken care of.

I rest my case

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(addition because I did actually reread it and damn I somehow forgot my entire point???

So yeah

About him using reuniting Harij and Inej as a way to avoid dealing with his grief.

It's like this

Brother dies

Kaz goes straight to revenge, never actually processes any of it, just jumps straight into making Pekka pay for it ... Which tbh is dealing with it in a sense but it's in a very passive way of going straight to doing without ever processing ... If that makes sense.

And that's repaying violence with violence, which leads to more violence. It's a cycle of destruction that Kaz is playing into, which is very hard to get out of once it starts.

But reuniting Harij and Inej is a break in that cycle. It's Kaz using his own pain as motivation and incentive to do something that will heal others. And making sure that neither Inej nor Harij get caught in the same cycle as Kaz did, it's using his own knowledge of that cycle to protect others from it. And more specifically, he doesn't know how to heal himself, he doesn't know how to move on or process and grieve, he doesn't know how to leave the cycle ... So he's helping Inej and Harij heal from their pain instead, and making sure they never enter the cycle.

Because he probably is well aware that revenge isn't the healthiest way to channel grief (but bro doesn't care because Pekka needs to be put in his place and we stan him for that), but channeling it into helping someone he loves is healthy.

And real talk here

Kaz probably believes he will never move on or heal from Jordie's death. Thus him being trapped in the ouroboros of suffering ... And go with me here.

If we view the ouroboros (snake eating its own tail if y'all don't know) as a literal scenario Kaz is trapped in, it's a mental prison basically, and one he has accepted that he will never leave. His fate is sealed, and he can't do anything to save himself from that.

BUT even if he can't ever break out of the ouroboros, he can keep others out, he can't save himself but he can save others from being trapped there as well.

And because of this he won't have to deal with the fact that he's trapped, he can focus all his energy on keeping others out ... And it gives it meaning. That even though he's trapped forever and can't do anything for himself, he can do something for other people because of it. Because the only way to avoid the ouroboros is if someone inside warns you.

That was a wild metaphor I hope that made sense lol

Also once again these are my head canons and I wrote it from Kaz's perspective so to speak, so when I say things like He cAn NEVer HeAl that's because that's what he thinks (imo) not what is objectively true. Healing is absolutely possible and bro can get it he just doesn't know it yet.)

#grishaverse #six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone netflix #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #dirtyhands #the bastard of the barrel #the wraith #kanej #kaz x inej #kaz and inej #kanej headcanon #kaz and inej headcanon #kaz brekker headcanon #inej ghafa headcanon

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hello Hello, If possible I would like a request for a teenager with her adoptive family in RoR, with the insecure personality and abilities of Zenitsu from Kimetsu no Yaiba. (if not possible, I'm happy to send this, I love her writing styles) That at the time of planning a new Ragnarok tournament for gods and humans who had no opportunity to face each other, the adolescent did not know whether to join even the fighting against younger and weaker gods. A somewhat old minor god found her easy prey and she was cornered in the coliseum still under construction. Where she is she passes out and the lesser god thinks that was easy, until this fight sleepwalks like Zenitsu and her Breathing Technique. Bonus: that she tells her family about how she was struck by lightning when she was crying because her grandfather-teacher wanted her to work hard since they had a natural talent and great advantage with her sensitive hearing.

-You wandered around the construction site of the massive stadium where Ragnarok was taking place, since the last one was destroyed in the last tournament.

-So many people, gods and humans alike, wanted to participate too and found the tournament so fun, it turned into a yearly event, with a huge grand prize.

-You were wandering around, fretting and panicking, holding your sword to your body as you had been told by your family, a massive adoptive family with a mix of gods, valkyries and human warriors, that you were going to fight in the next tournament.

-You didn’t want to fight!!

-You tried arguing with your family, telling them that your skills would make you instantly lose, you would be a laughingstock around Valhalla!

-Your family knew that you were a warrior, a swordswoman, as they had seen you training and Kojiro had sparred with you several times, losing each time you fought him as he didn’t go easy on you. It almost reminded you of your grandfather when you were back on earth.

-You weren’t paying attention until someone tried to swipe at you, you yelped and instantly scrambled away, tears easily coming to your eyes, “Don’t hurt me!!”

-The two younger gods sneered down at you, seeing you crying pathetically, one of them sneered, “This is that human child that was adopted by all of the strongest. How can someone so weak be worthy of being called their child!?”

-The two laughed at you but you didn’t mind, just as long as you could walk away from this.

-Your family, who had been overseeing the construction, heard you scream and saw you being attacked, dodging blows before getting blown head over heels and you were quickly knocked out, your eyes turning into swirls.

-The gods attacking you couldn’t hear your family calling out your name, over the construction and were quickly trying to get to you, seeing you were in danger.

-Everyone then froze as you stood up, your eyes closed and you spoke, your voice more confident, firmer as you put your sword to your side, ready to draw.

-You inhaled through your teeth, slowly, energy gathering around you before you spoke, “First Form: Thunderclap and Flash, Safe Mode!”

-Eyes went huge as you seemed to disappear, keeping your sword sheathed, hitting both of the gods before landing on the other side in what looked to be a bolt of lightning.

-The two gods fell to the side, unconscious with lumps on their head before you fell forward as well, snoring softly as your family made it to you, seeing that you were sleeping.

-After waking up, you panicked, not remembering what you had done to those two gods, not believing Kojiro and Zeus when they told you what had happened.

-There was video footage and you gawked, seeing what you had done, your eyes wide before you hummed softly to yourself, “That might be what grandpa was talking about after the accident.”

-After they inquired about this accident, you told them as a child, when you were being trained by your grandfather, you had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

-Your family froze as you talked about this like it was no big deal, scratching your cheek as you continued, that your grandfather said you were insanely strong but since you were meek, you didn’t show that strength, except when you were asleep and danger was around, almost like a second personality, one that showcased your true strength.

-You then bowed deeply to your family, begging them to not make you fight, while crying comically which got many of them quickly laughing at you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

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yanderes-galore · 6 days

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Hi I really liked your generic Ruby concept that you did a while ago so I was wondering if you could do the same but for sapphire’s if it isn’t a bother thank you (also sorry if I’ve requested this before I have the memory of a goldfish 🥲)

I can give my thoughts, sure! Just a warning though... I'm rusty on Steven Universe content.

General Ruby Concept Here

Yandere! Generic Sapphire(s) Concept

(FT. Ruby Guards)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, She uses her Rubies against you, Dubious/Forced companionship/relationship.

Sapphires are different from Rubies, obviously (In Steven Universe).

Sapphires are an entirely different caste, often used to predict the future for other Gems.

While Rubies are soldiers, Sapphires are aristocratic.

They are important and rare Gems and aren't typically seen in groups.

Rubies are naturally found in groups due to their fusion abilities as soldiers.

Sapphires are usually singular, so you'd most likely have one Sapphire as a yandere... which is easier.

Sapphires probably aren't too bad as yanderes.

They aren't physically strong without fusion, but they do have future vision and ice powers.

You could meet your yandere in the same way as your Ruby(s).

You're a Homeworld gem... you're a human and found her... or you met her in Little Homeworld.

I personally like the idea of you finding a Sapphire who came to Earth and befriending her.

Sapphires are usually seen with Ruby Guards, perhaps she was separated from her guards and you found her?

Either way, I imagine your Sapphire is curious and very patient.

She originally is hesitant to communicate with you, but as you get to know her she's floating by your side.

The ice powers and future vision no doubt come in handy.

Imagine when your Sapphire gets attached she attempts to use her future vision to predict how your bond will go.

However, with future vision I imagine Sapphires would be more lucid.

They know better than any other Gem the toxicity of their attraction... allowing them to predict how to make it better or when to back off.

As a result, an attached Sapphire is aware of what their obsession could cause.

Or at the very least... somewhat aware.

Another cool thing to add is a Sapphire can alert other Gems to their own obsession.

For the most part your Sapphire would use such an ability to keep you safe from danger and predict how to win you over.

Honestly, alone Sapphires aren't much of a problem.

However, imagine if your Sapphire had Ruby Guards.

Perhaps you promised to help her find her guards?

You could be a human or Gem, eventually your Sapphire feels comfortable around you.

She feels a strong connection with you... although due to being a Gem she isn't quite sure what it is yet.

(Especially if you're human/a Gem from Earth and she's from Homeworld)

By the time you do manage to locate her guards, she's a bit too attached.

Her Rubies originally treat you with hostility, after all they've been lost here for what seems like weeks.

If they aren't her guards, they're at least old friends.

Yet your Sapphire reassures them that you're no threat... leading to the Rubies to calm a bit.

Your Sapphire even says you helped her... she considers you an ally and friend!

However... I feel a yandere Sapphire comes with an issue despite how tame they'd be.

Their guards will do anything to keep their assignment happy... leading to you dealing with Rubies ANYWAYS.

Your Sapphire tries to reassure you when you notice Rubies following you around.

They're protecting the both of you!

The main yandere is still your Sapphire, she's the one who has a bond with you after all.

It's just that she has guards now enabling her.

She says it's all for your protection, that she's trying to make you happy.

If you tried to separate yourself from your Sapphire, she could send her Rubies after you or freeze you.

She hates the idea of harming you, but she's doing anything she can to chase a future in which you're both happy.

The good thing is, sometimes she leaves you to have your space.

She's lucid enough to give you your space.

Sapphire would most likely learn affectionate gestures from you.

Remember, affection isn't common in Gem culture.

Unlike Rubies, she isn't fully for the idea of fusing if you can't.

But she does know how to learn hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc....

She just hopes it'll be able to make you both happy.

She still believes the perfect future for the both of you is one where you're both happy...

The issue is... what actions will bring you both to that point... and will it hurt?

#yandere steven universe #yandere su #yandere sapphire #yandere gem castes #yandere sapphires

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aheathen-conceivably · 12 days

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IF Jo runs off, I don't think it will be for long. Is she having a crisis, absolutely, but the world has changed immensely in the time she's been on the farm. She's not going to be able to make it on her smiles and sharp wit. Her struggle with perceived loss of control isn't going to improve by running away from "the trap". She is the the trap, it will follow her to the ends of the earth, much like her shadow.

That is all. Incredible. Stupendous read of her, beautiful analogy, marvelous writing. I am so happy and so touched.

Because like, yes. Exactly. Until Jo allows herself healing and vulnerability, she will always feel trapped. If not by others, then by her own emotions. The trickiest part of control is that it’s not just controlling everyone around you, is it? It’s about controlling them AND you. Even if everyone else falls in line, you still have to deal with yourself at the end of the day, and especially for Jo, she clearly does want things outside of her control (*cough cough* Gio).

Then on top of all of that, Josephine is deeply concerned with controlling her surroundings. She will not and can not feel safe without a “safety net.” And you’re right in that that is a rarity in the world she’s living in now. She absolutely knows that. We saw her realize it in this post. She knows the world she would be running into is precarious at best, and the safety of a home and family that she would be abandoning. To run away from that with no plan, no money, and no support would be dangerous and reckless.

Josephine isn’t stupid, and she certainly isn’t rash. This isn’t to say she can’t be, especially when backed into a corner, but it isn’t her nature. She’s cunning, calculated, and measured. Just like her mother. It’s only a matter of figuring out how to use that in her favor in a way that fits with the other parts of her nature, which are governed by a sense of perceived morality and loyalty for her family; OR if she can’t, and she’s backed too far into a corner first, then the rash side of her wins out despite everything she knows about the world and what running into it would mean.

#for real I teared up a little when I read this bless you Nonny #I do not know you but you have my heart ❤️#she is the trap #UGH #that one is gunna haunt my dreams tonight I tell you 😩#listen if I manage to work it into a post just remember this okay 😭#ask #answered #Josephine Duplanchier extra

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shinestarhwaa · 9 months

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KING OF SWORDS || PARK SEONGHWA

Summary: After a long time of barely speaking to each other, one cold dangerous night led to butterflies.

Part of Ateez Tarot Event (July 2023)

Learn more about this card here

Note: I took literal inspiration from the name of the card for this fic. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Genre: Angst, Smut

Pairing: King/husband!Seonghwa x Wife!Fem reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Tags/warnings: Arranged marriage, Royal AU, dirty language, baby-making, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, Seonghwa has OCD, fear of storms/thunder, anxiety/panic attack, oral sex, fingering, big dick Hwa, mild hairpulling

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland

ENJOY!

You and your husband; king Park Seonghwa have not exactly gotten off at the right foot. To be honest, you couldn't stand each other, it was like that from the beginning. But out of all the women in the country you were chosen by the late King Seongwook, Seonghwa's father, to be his son's queen.

There was no other choice than to say yes, or you'd go to jail for denying your king's orders. So there you went, leaving your family and moving into Seonghwa's palace. It was grand and white, so white that every single piece of dust was easily detectable.

Seonghwa took it seriously, so he had about hundred servants ready to clean the entire palace everyday. Until today you haven't found out the reason for his clean-obsession yet.

You didn't know much about him, actually, even after 6 months of marriage. You got married in the cold winter, in a beautiful church. All the leaders of friendly countries were invited along with your family, watching you and Seonghwa put on a show.

That was only the third time you'd met him, and you felt repulsed by the way he pressed his lips on yours to 'seal the deal'. He was a good kisser, sure, but you couldn't stand his personality at all. You cringed everytime you looked at him.

Now you had been married for 6 months and everyone has been expecting the two of you to start creating your own family, put children on the earth to heir the throne once Seonghwa would step down or die.

But you and your husband barely spoke to each other in private, you didn't sleep in the same room and you had never had sex with him. Yet, you were aware you had to give in soon, everyone is waiting for you to give birth to the firstborn baby of the new generation.

For a while you figured they didn't have a say in what you did, baby or no baby. Then you started to realize the importance of it, and you decided to do it, let him do his thing for a minute or three and move on with your life.

You wandered the hallways of the palace, long dress flowing as you paced down the stairs. Suddenly you were taken aback by the flash lighting up the staircase. You looked outside the large window, resting your hands on the windowsill. Storm.

You knew Seonghwa was out tonight, there were rough battles going on in the country as the citizens fought each other over political cases you didn't understand. Seonghwa would visit the towns in conflict and even though you just feel hatred for him, you got worried.

You worried when he was away for too long. You'd check the stables to see if his horse had returned safely, or ask the staff. It puzzled you, how your feelings changed for him from time to time. There had been zero affection in those months, so what changed? The desire to be with someone, maybe? Him being your only shot at love, maybe?

The heavy rain ticking on the windows made you sigh as tears pricked in your eyes. The thunder was loud and the world turned darker and darker, angry grey clouds covering the sky.

Your body shivered, but you couldn't look away. Ever since you were a child and almost died in a storm you panicked whenever one happened near to you. The closeby lightning freaked you out more and you felt your breath start to pick up.

You sank down to the floor, arms wrapping around your knees. Your breath hitched as you tried to focus on your body, trying to relax. But the loud thunder and the bright lightning feared you. You shook and shuddered as you tried to stop panicking, tried to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks.

"Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?"

You had never heard him be concerned about you before, but here he was. Your husband kneeled down in front of you, taking you in his arms. He had a few scratches on his hands and jaw. You figured maybe a villager attacked him, other than that he seemed fine.

"D-Do not go out again in a storm, Seonghwa. I'm fucking telling you, do not do that again!" You cried. Seonghwa's eyes widened as he saw how upset and scared you were and all he could do was nodd.

Suddenly the lightning struck closeby and the power went out immediately, making you shriek and hide in his chest out of fear. "You're really scared, aren't you? Okay, I'll fix it, stay here, I'll just get-"

"No, no, don't go, don't leave me," you pleaded. Your trauma kicked in and you felt it was hard to breathe. Seonghwa nodded, understanding how badly you needed someone with you right now. He took you in his arms and lifted you up, carrying you all the way to his bedroom, which was nearby.

Seonghwa sat on the edge of the bed and held you close, rocking you slightly to comfort you. "I'm sorry I went out in the storm without telling you... I didn't know you cared."

"I-I didn't know I did either," you sighed as you calmed down. "Storms just scare me and I worried about you... I thought you...could die out there."

"I won't just die... they call me king of swords for a reason, I can defend myself when I need to...," Seonghwa mumbled as he pressed an unexpected kiss on your cheek.

"Seonghwa...,"you whispered as you felt his hands slide over your body. "We need to talk about sealing the deal, consumating our marriage... We need an heir for the throne," Seonghwa said calmly. You nodded. "I know we do, we really do, I understand. It's just hard for me to be with someone without feelings."

"You don't have zero feelings for me," Seonghwa stated. You knew he was right and there was no going against him, he was stubborn and always got his way, winning any argument.

You nodded slowly and dried your cheeks. "I don't have zero feelings for you either, Y/N. You're still my wife, my queen and you're the one to birth my children, the future heir."

The beat of your heart was loud, breath shivering as you felt his fingertips graze your thigh. "You're right." The tension between you and him had never been this big before. Maybe it was the intimacy mixed with the feeling of his safe arms.

"Let me put a baby in you, please," he suddenly pleaded. You slid your hands over his chest, nodding slowly. "Let's do that."

His hands were fast, finding the buttons on the back of your dress, undoing them as he attached his lips to yours. You melt into his touch as your lips move against each other. The kiss soon got more heated as he took off your gown, leaving you in your white, angelic lingerie.

Seonghwa looked at you in true awe for the first time, laying you down on the bed. He discarded himself of his clothes quickly, revealing his toned body. The only thing covering him was his underwear, something you had never wanted to take off of him so badly before.

His lips attacked your body, peppering kisses down your neck and chest, licking the valley of your breasts. You didn't expect Seonghwa to be this intimate and sensual, since you had prepared for a simple session of penis-in-vagina for 3 minutes.

But Seonghwa proved himself to be different, undoing your bra and focussing on your breasts. He licked and sucked on your nipples, making you whine out loud. "Fuck, Hwa," you moaned.

He smirked as he kissed down your stomach. "New nickname? I like it." Your husband slid off your panties, revealing your glistening wet sex. "Already this wet for me? I didn't peg you for an easy one, love."

You blushed lightly as he spread your legs and licked a stripe up your pussy. "Tastes so good, precious," he mumbled as he slid his tongue through your folds. Precious.

You didn't know what exactly changed between the two of you, but something definitely did. You felt your body tingling all over, back arching when Seonghwa's tongue entered you.

His tongue was rather skillful and sinful at the same time. He looked up at you as he fucked you with his tongue. You wanted to look away but you couldn't, letting out moans with every thrust of his long tongue.

Your eyes never lost contact with his and it only made you wetter, arousal building up inside you. "Seonghwa, fuck~ that feels so good!"

Seonghwa grinned a little as your moans picked up, becoming more frequent and louder, noticing you were getting close to your climax. He thrusted 2 of his fingers into you as he moves your tongue from your hole to your clit, licking it up and down, flicking it with his tongue.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Hwa, gonna fucking cum," you moaned loudly, running your hands through Seonghwa's soft raven locks. Seonghwa moaned against your pussy at the words, clearly getting off of your pleasure.

It didn't take long before you came hard, unraveling on his tonghe and fingers. You moaned loudly, and Seonghwa swore to God it sounded like an angel singing. He rode out your orgasm and moved away from your wetness.

You panted softly as you watched him take off his underwear, revealing his long hard cock, truly a sight to behold. The title of King surely fit him in every way. You gestured him to sit on the edge of the bed as you got on your knees for him.

"Oh, sweetheart you don't have to do this," Seonghwa quickly said, showing a softer, more gentle side of himself. "I want to... I want your cock in my mouth... I want to get you ready to fuck a baby into me," you breathed out, stroking his cock with your fingers.

Seonghwa threw his head back when he felt his cock slide into your hot, wet mouth. The feeling of your tongue flattening against the throbbing vein on his length as you bobbed your head up and down made him go crazy and moan your name loudly.

"Fuck, yes baby, you're taking it so well," he grunted as he thrusted forward into your mouth, making you gag slightly on his length. When he felt himself getting close he pulled you off his length.

You knew for sure this wouldn't be the last time you'd be intimate with him. It felt just right, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't dying to have him cum all over your body. But that'd be a waste of time if you're trying to have a baby.

You got on the bed and laid on your back, spreading your legs for Seonghwa. He was quick to hover above you, aligning his cock with your entrance. "You ready, princess?" "I'm actually your queen, Seonghwa, but I'll let the nickname slide. Yes I am."

Seonghwa grinned. "You're right, my queen," he said, hissing as he entered you slowly, pushing his cock inside entirely. You whined at the stretch of his big cock inside you.

He was quick to thrust his hips into you, immediately hitting the sensitive spots inside you. "O-oh, Seonghwa!" You moaned loudly, gripping onto his hair. "Fuck, baby, I love your wet pussy, such a greedy little pussy," he moaned.

You pulled his hair back, making him grunt out your name. His thrusts became faster, rougher and harder with every moan you let out.

"So good, so good!" "Yeah, baby? You like my cock? Like my cock in your wet little pussy? Bet you wanna be bred by me so bad, wanna be filled up so bad," he grunted. Seonghwa fucked you so well, beyond your expectations.

You learned the king wasn't one for a quick fuck and go, he took his time and he fucked you deep and hard, passionately, making sure you were feeling good. He was an amazing lover and you already knew this was going to be a daily occasion from now on.

His brows furrowed together as his thrusts got more sloppy, signaling he was close to his climax. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, gonna breed you full of my cum, gonna but my baby into you," he moaned loudly.

"Yes! Breed me, breed me full of your cum, please, please give it to me!" You moaned loudly, clenching around his dick. You felt his member twitch inside you as he stilled his hips, releasing his seeds inside your cunt.

Your walls spasmed around him as you reached your second orgasm, moaning his name loudly. He rode out your orgasms slowly, milking himself dry inside you. He then slid his cock out of you as he laid next to you, panting loudly.

"I hope it worked," you said after a few minutes of silence. "For whatever it's worth, I think you're really good." Seonghwa smiled and took you in his arms. "You're really good too..."

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you before. I promise to treat you with more respect from now on," he spoke as he kissed your head. You weren't sure if it was an act of love or his way of doing aftercare but your repulsed feeling did not show up. Your heart beat faster. You even smiled.

"Me too," you said as you kissed his cheek. Maybe you and the king of swords were meant to be after all.

#kpop #ateez #seonghwa #starshinehwaa #ateez tarot event #smut #angst

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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Born To Die

I’m listening to dangerously yours again. It’s unhealthy. Probably plagiarized it, my bad.

pairing: Jason Todd x reader

summary: part 2 to this though could probably be read as a stand alone. Jason and reader reunite after his death

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 2.5k

warning: death, language, a lot of rambling it adds character deal with it, Jason has green eyes, isn’t really proof read

masterlist

When Bruce Wayne of all people called you last night, you were hesitant to answer.

A million thoughts flooded your brain. How did you even have his number in your contacts? How did he have your number? When you moved to California you tried to put as must distance as could from Gotham. The memories being too painful. But why the hell was Bruce Wayne calling you? On a Thursday night of all times. Not that it matters but he didn’t even have the decency to call you during the day. No, he had to barge in on your self-appointed sulking time. You sighed and were about to answer it when a bird hit your window. Obviously, you took this as a sign from whatever entity there was not to answer the call. You’ve read enough books to know dead birds are never good. But then Bruce called again. and again. and again. On the fifth call, you answered. No one would call five times if it wasn’t important.

“What?” You snapped

“Jason’s alive.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck. You knew Bruce was crazy but you didn’t know he was that crazy. Jason was dead. You held his cold body in your own arms, for crying out loud. It had to be some sick joke. Just when you hadn’t cried over Jason in almost a day (a new personal record) Bruce just had to say that shit. A part of you wondered what Jason ever saw in him. Why Jason ever became his partner. Oh god. Jason. Your mind flashed back to all the memories you had with him. Every kiss. Every laugh. Every touch. Everything. You missed him. A part of you hoped that that was true. But the more reasonable part of you knew it wasn’t, no matter how much you wished. It’s funny, you remember crying out to the heavens above to bring him back to life. Jason, your soulmate. But at last, you got no answer. So why now? Why now would he be alive? Why not when you were kicking the earth where he laid hoping that maybe that would wake him from his eternal sleep? Why not when you stopped talking to anyone, isolating yourself in fear that you would attached then they would die again? Why not then? What makes now so different?

Bruce heard your sharp breaths and a quiet “what?”.

“I know this is a lot to take in, but right now I need you to get to Gotham City as soon as possible. I’ll explain everything when you get here. I emailed you your plane ticket information, please pack accordingly” then he hung up.

Rude. You don’t know what’s ruder, Bruce telling you that the love of your life is alive or that he just expects you to unroot your life and go to Gotham at the flick of a finger.

Ultimately, Jason was and will always be your weak spot, so of course you got on the flight and went to Gotham. It's embarrassing but you would do anything for Jason, dead or not.

So that’s how you ended up walking through Gotham city. Sure Bruce offered you a ride to get to the manor but you enjoy the solditary that comes with walking alone. However, you did put your suitcase in the cab to be taken to Manor. You aren’t a manic.

On the plane ride over you had researched Gotham, as you did not want to go in blindly. What if there was an insane serial killer running around. But what you had found was a new mysterious villain was taking control of Gotham from the inside out. The villain or “Red Hood” as the articles dubbed him seemed to only be targeting other criminals and as far as you can tell you aren’t a criminal. So by all means, for the most part, you were safe to walk around Gotham at night alone.

You’ve lived in Gotham long enough to know which parts to avoid. Thanks to Jason, you also know a little bit of self defense. As you walk the lonely streets, you find your self reminiscing on your time spent with him. There was the park bench you two craved your initials in. Down a little ways is a garbage can you bet Jason he couldn’t fit in. He did. You lost five bucks that day. Even further down was the apartment complex you and Jason lived in.

You stop for a moment to stare at it. It looks like complete and utter shit, but it always did. Maybe that’s what you loved about it. People were so quick to judge the outside that no one ever even bothered look inside. It was abandoned. Left in the same state that you had left it in. It almost makes you happy in a weird way. Your memories that took place in there would never be touched. Forever preserved. You’re tempted to go inside but you know you must continue on your journey. To Wayne manor. To see Jason. No. Maybe. To possibly see Jason. Through very likely you won’t.

You continue walking, even though your legs feel like shit. A couple buildings down is the little run down diner you and Jason would hang out. The owners were quite nice and always gave you two free food. A simple gesture that probably didn’t mean much to them but to you and Jason it meant the world. You think if you ever got to thank them for their kindness and told them what it really meant. You suppose you haven’t, so you walk into the diner. The smell brings you back a different time. A simpler time. Back when Jason was still alive. You look over to the booth where you and Jason you used to sit. No one’s there. You’re tempted to go sit down and try to find every inscripture you and Jason ever craved into the both.

“fuck it” you mumble as you walk over to the booth.

You sit and a waitress immediately comes to get your order.

“Anything I can get started up for you hon” the waitresses says with a strong southern accent.

A southern belle you presume. She’s young. And has the kind of voice that instantly comforts you. Like a mother’s touch. It’s sad to see her here. In a run down diner in Gotham. Arguably the worst city in America. This city will drain the life from her and before she even knows it she’s heartbroken and stuck. Or dead. Death is probably the more likely outcome, from your experience.

“Just a chocolate milkshake” you say remembering that it was what you and Jason would always share.

“That’s unusual for this time of hour” She chuckles as she writes it down. “What brings you to Gotham, you don’t look like a regular”

“Visiting an old friend I guess” you shrug

“Oh well I hope you enjoy your stay” she smiles

“Thank you” you smile back as she walks away.

Ironic. You would not enjoy your stay. Nothing good ever comes from Gotham. As soon as she is out of sight your hands quickly move to feeling the table and searching for the carvings. You find yours and Jason’s initials. An occasional “Jason was here” or “y/n and Jason were here”. But something strikes you. It is a simple date. Something you don’t remember doing yourself. It is the date of when you and Jason shared your first kiss. He must’ve carved it. Your eyes well with tears. It is the simplest of things that will bring you back to all the heartbreak and loss. You presume that that is how grief works. It comes and goes in mysterious ways. Sometimes even a color reminds you of him and your back to the day when you were told he died.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by a milkshake being placed on the table. You thank the waitress and take the straw she gave you. Mixing the whip cream with the chocolate slush. Something that Jason always did and now you can’t drink a milkshake without doing it. It’s the littlest things that he did that stuck with you. You always wear mismatched socks because he did. He insisted that “matching socks were unnatural”z You hear the diner door bell jingle, signifying another costumer has entered, but pay it no mind. Until the new customer sits at your booth. Then you look up from your milkshake, raising your eye to find the culprit. You are meant with green eyes. The very same eyes you see when you close your eyes at night. The very same eyes that haunt your every move.

No. This can’t be happening. He’s supposed to be dead. You’re almost paralyzed, but you will not show weakness. For all you know this is clay face trying to get a jab out of you. Your widen eyes now harden. You take a sip of your milkshake just to be sure you aren’t dreaming. All while Jason stares at you. No not Jason. It. He. Whatever stares at you. Yep not dreaming. You are reassured that by the sweet milkshake filling your taste buds.

“Soooooo….” He starts

You stop drinking, “what the fuck is going on? Whatever sick joke is happening needs to end. I’m not in the mood“ you close your eyes and sigh, “God I should’ve just stayed in nice little apartment and not listen to fucking stupid Bruce Wayne.” You rant

He just raises his eyebrows as if he is stunned for a moment

“Well answer the god damn question!” You demand

“Ummm I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain. I just woke up one day and was alive?” He says, hoping you don’t snap again.

“Yeah like that’s totally possible. I’m done here.” You say as you grab a ten dollar bill from your bag and tuck it under your milkshake and get up to walk away.

“Y/n! Please just-“

“No! I’m done with whatever fucked up bull shit this is. You’re-Jason Todd is dead.” You say as you walk out the door.

The stranger follows you. You quicken your pace. He does to.

“I said to fuck off” you turn to yell at him.

“February 2nd. I came into your bedroom through your window all bloody and bruised. You patched me up and made sure I was okay. In some miracle of a moment I got you to kiss me. If I was dead how could I know that?”

The possibility of him being alive crosses your mind. No. You are better than that. You are not delusional.

“Lucky guess.” You turn to walk away but he grabs your arm.

”when my mom-Catherine, was dying you were holding my hand as I held hers. You hugged me and made sure that I didn’t see as she took her final breathes.”

No. It really is him. Oh my god. A million thoughts rush through your head. How? Should you hug him? Kiss him? Your eyes well up with tears, on the brink of falling. Not of happiness but of frustration. Why now? Just when you finally are starting to move on. the universe has other plans. You guess you probably should’ve mentally prepared yourself for this before you came. Him being alive was always a possibility, but come on who would believe that?

You can only mutter a response, a unimportant response, “how long?”

“What?”

“How long have you’ve been alive Jason?” You question, now fully committed to the question.

“Why?”

“I want to know.” You’re hoping that he will reply to something so you can be mad, a emotion that you recognize, instead of dealing with whatever emotion your feeling.

“Five years.”

five years. five fucking years. Five years you were grieving. Five years in which you’ve tried to move on. Five years

“Why didn’t come to me?” A heartbreaking question that had to be asked. Did he not trust you? Did he not remember you? Did he not love you anymore?

“I thought you moved on. Bruce replaced me. You moved away. You forgot about me. It would be selfish of me to come back hoping you would still want me.”

“How dare you say that? Each and every fucking day I am reminded of you. I couldn’t get away from you even if I tried and believe me I have fucking tried. From the moment I found out about your death I have been consumed by this inexplicable sorrow Jason. I loved you. I love you. I could never just forget that.” You explain

You and Jason stare at each other for a moment. You hate yourself for getting mad at him. This should be a moment of celebrating, not an argument.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “I was just so angry. At the world. At joker. At Bruce.”

“At me?”

“No never you.”

You sigh. Suddenly being brought back to earth by him.

“You probably should have been. Y’know? I couldn’t stop you.”

Your tears are about to fall. No. He will not see you cry. You turn to walk away again, not wanting him to see the tears fall. No, no, let him think you’re fine. So that he might be able to move on.

Until you hear, “Don’t do that. Please don’t do that.”

To this you turn back around.

“Don’t do what Jason?”

“Don’t blame yourself for my death. There was nothing you could’ve done.” He says.

“Jay.” The nickname rolls off your tongue, sending shockwaves through him.

He stares at you with those piercing green eyes. It’s like you’ve been transported back to when you were telling him to stay. To not go. But yet he wouldn’t listen. A million thought going through his beautiful head. A million thoughts that you wished you could read, or even just glimpse into.

At last, after what feels like an lifetime, he speaks, “Do you know what you are to me?” He pauses, taking in your features, “You’re something to believe in again. After all these years I’m still yours. I never once stopped loving you. If there were to be a person for me, it would be you. It would be you above anyone else in the world. I love you. And I don’t want you to feel like it was your fault. It wasn’t.”

When he says things like that it makes you want to run into his arms and kiss him under the moon light. Maybe you will. Yeah you probably will. Fuck it. You only live once, a phrase you have adopted since his passing.

You run the mere ten feet you were from him to him. His arms immediately encapsulate you. Oh how you missed being in his arms. It’s like his arms were designed for you and no one else.

“I missed you.” you murmur into his chest

“I missed you too”

Still, a million words left unsaid, but for now, you in his arms will do.

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Sorry this took me a hot minute I had a depressive episode #yolo. Any who here’s a tag list though I didn’t really have one because I didn’t think people liked my work that much but some things change lol. Also I really do not know how to respond to comments, I promise I’m trying. I do read them and I appreciate them!

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Yuletide 2023 Recs, Batch Two

17 recs for Castlevania: Nocturne, The Chronicles of Riddick, Crimson Peak, Critical Role / EXU Calamity, Daisy Jones & The Six, The Devil Went Down To Georgia, Dracula, Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

The Safety of Abstaining, Courteously, Olrox/Original Male Character + Mizrak/Olrox

Love is a dangerous thing for all vampires. It makes them vulnerable. Olrox has had the misfortune of experiencing this first hand. He is not doing that again.

Strange Allies, Olrox/Mizrak + Mizrak/Richter Belmont

Mizrak can’t figure out why Richter Belmont is still alive.

Three Principles, Dame Vaako/Vaako

Society among the Necromongers is cruel and ruthless. Death is the natural order of things, and life is to be endured. This is the story of the man and woman who would become Lord and Dame Vaako. Don't forget: you keep what you kill.

Blood in the Snow, Lucille Sharpe/Thomas Sharpe

Before the house, there was the earth, and the blood.

tempter or the tempted, Asmodeus the Lord of the Nine Hells/Zerxus Ilerez

“The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?” - William Shakespeare Zerxus won't give up trying to save Asmodeus. Asmodeus won't stop trying to damn Zerxus.

You Wanna Try That Again?, Billy Dunne/Daisy Jones

There are so many lines in the sand between Daisy and Billy - boundaries they won't cross, words they won't say, urges they won't give into. Right up until they do.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia Station, Gen, The Devil & Johnny

Me, I was just about ready to play the fool myself when the Devil arrived. You see, the sector sheriff had died a little while back, and the spaceways were so infested with bandits that no law-abiding ship dared to fly. The bandits didn't come stop at Georgia Station for a drink and a fiddler either—nobody comes down here unless they've got a resupply contract, for there's only one safe route in. I was feeling my old wanderlust, what with being cooped up in one place for so long, and besides my free meals were getting smaller by the day. That's why, when the Devil came sauntering into the station's only saloon and slid into the booth across from me, bringing out her fiddle from Devil-knows-where, I listened when she made me a deal.

The Calm before the Storm, Gen, The Captain of the Demeter

The Demeter's log was not the only tale of note to be found upon the ship.

Sanguine, Gen, John Seward

John is having bad dreams. Most of all, he dreams that Quincey might not be as dead as everyone thinks he is.

Into That, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

Edgin returns the Helmet of Disjunction. Xenk rewards him.

Not Certainty, But Hope, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

In which Xenk proposes. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you to repeat that," Edgin said. "I have come here to ask your hand in marriage," Xenk said in that annoyingly calm voice, like dropping in on someone at their local pub and asking them to marry you was just like popping next door and asking for a cup of sugar from the neighbor, "that we might infiltrate a temple of Ilmater and discover the means by which so many happy couples have disappeared."

Deception Check, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

Ed had lied a lot. Did lie a lot. There was a lot of lying, was his point. But the trouble and the lying did not typically involve Xenk Yendar, and this was proving to be the problem. (or, Edgin Darvis attempts to lie and rolls a one.)

Legends & Lore, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

Xenk gets truth potioned and doesn't say anything interesting at all.

Ink of the Covenant, Gen, Edgin Darvis & Holga Kilgore

Holga and Edgin get drunk. Edgin gets a tattoo. Standard 8th day in Targos, really.

it's a (fake) love story, baby (just say yes), Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

“Back up,” Edgin said. “Explain how that’s connected to me going with you to a wedding.”

Perception Check (Roll for Romance), Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

"I bet Xenk fucks like a metronome, too. You know." Holga makes a highly suggestive, repetitive gesture. "In, out. In, out. No variation. Same exact rhythm every time. Boring." Edgin stares at her, torn between horror and fascination. "You've really thought about this, huh?" (So has he. Unfortunately.)

you'll find us in the meadowland, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

Xenk let himself in with a slow turn of his key in the lock. The obedient door let out not a solitary creak or groan. It had better not; he plied the thing with oil as often as he cleaned any of his gear. There was a little moonlight seeping in through the window - enough to see the shape of the man rifling through his things. He was standing at Xenk’s desk, tucked into the corner and lined by shelves stacked with holy texts. Not his most valuable, of course - he wouldn’t be so careless as to keep the most precious of his collection here - but any one of them would feed a hungry man for a few days, at least. And yet this man wasn’t hungry, and he was no ordinary thief. Xenk judged this not only by the strong slope of his shoulders and broad back and the fine weave of his coat but also by the fact that he had recently been awarded the highest honours the Lord of Neverwinter could bestow. No, Edgin could want for nothing; even he could not have spent his rewards so quickly. There was only one explanation. This was an affliction of the soul.

#yuletide #yuletide 2023 #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #the chronicles of riddick #crimson peak #critical role #exu calamity #exandria unlimited #daisy jones & the six #the devil went down to georgia #dracula #dungeons and dragons #honor among thieves #fic recs #fic rec

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