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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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Gothic mushroom shaped candles. Danny picked one up, grinning. Sam would have love these on her alters. Very Sam, very Gotham.

It a bit bittersweet, now that he could think of her without being paralyzed by crushing grief. Her and Tucker both. Danny turned, keeping an eye on Tim as he glared into the case of used cameras.

Danny walked over and tried not to feel guilty about practically mooching off of a child. Even if the money he was using was actually the Drakes’.

“Like anything you see?”

Tim shook his head. Danny pondered over what little he knew of photography- all of which he learned from documentaries that were more focused on nature.

“I think there might be a camera store a couple of blocks down. We could get the ones that takes photos of animals, like the really big ones that takes photos of wildlife?”

“I guess. I mean, I don’t need it since we can…” Tim glanced around suspiciously. Danny willed his mouth to not smile at Tim’s antics. “Fly close,” the kid finished in a whisper.

“Okay, but what about when I’m not there?”

Tim hunched up on himself and Danny despaired inwardly. Uh oh, what did he say now?”

“Are you going somewhere?” Tim quietly asked, sounding hurt and upset.

“No,” Danny soothed, patting Tim on the head. I mean, what if I’m busy with stuff but you want to go take pictures without me?”

“You said to go get you whenever I wanna go out to take pictures.”

“Okay, yeah, I- well, we might as well get you a quality camera, right? To take really really good pictures of the… local wildlife. Like… the birds and the bats, and all that.” Danny winked exaggeratedly.

Tim blinked and giggled when he got the joke. “Okay, as long as you’re staying!”

Danny grinned, fangs and all. “Of course.”

——

At the end of their shopping spree, generously provided and sponsored by the Drake family and their heavy black card, Danny got a phone and Tim got a wild life camera that was a whopping $4,000 but was compact enough to not look absolutely ridiculous.

“It’s heavy!” Tim whined, as he grinned like a loon.

“It’s quality,” Danny plopped the shopping bags on the island in one of the giant kitchens Drake manor had. “I’ll make dinner. You figure out those settings and you can tell me about it when we eat.”

“Okay!” Tim hummed excited, quick fingers and laser focus already aimed at his new device.

Danny picked up his new phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. As it rung, Danny held it up to his ear and began prepping the ingredients. At least

“Hello?” His sister’s cautious voice came through the phone. Danny’s shoulders relaxed.

“Heya, Jazz.” He could see Tim’s ears all but perk up in order to eavesdrop. His mouth quirked up in amusement and Danny turned away. He probably shouldn’t be encouraging that kind of behavior… but it was funny.

“Danny! Are you okay? I- I heard that they chased after you and I was worried sick! Are you safe? Any injuries? Do I need to pick you up?”

“I’m good. Promise. Not bleeding out or dying. It’s actually pretty nice right now,” Danny paused before turning back a little more so he could watch Tim’s reaction peripherally. “Hey, listen, can I adopt a little brother?”

He watched Tim sit up straighter eyed flickering up to him and back down again, a secretly pleased look on his face as he figured out that Danny was in fact talking about him.

“Danny, what the hell?” Jazz huffed, audibly relieved to know that Danny wasn’t on his merry way to becoming a full on ghost. “Who, why, and what kind of trouble did you get into now?”

“Hey, this was me getting out of trouble. Those people don’t even know where I escaped to. Tim helped me out a lot,” Danny said in the tone that meant ‘and there’s more to it but I can’t tell you right now.’

“His name’s Tim?”

“Yeah, you wanna say hi?”

Tim looked terrified as he heard Danny’s side of the conversation. Danny could relate.

“Alright. But you’re explaining everything later, got it?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Danny turned to Tim, abandoning the peas he was shelling and rinsing off his hand to hold the phone.

“Tim, my sister, Jazz, wants to say hi. Are you cool with that?”

“Uhm! Yeah! Yeah, sure.” Tim, honest to ancients, squeaked. Danny’s enhanced hearing could pick up Jazz’s already melting heart. He taped a button.

“Jazz, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey, Tim. I’m Jazz. Thanks for taking care of my little brother!”

“Uh, hi, Jazz! I’m Timothy Drake! And, uh, you’re welcome! Anytime!”

Tim glanced at Danny for reassurance, relaxing a bit when the halfa threw him a double thumbs up.

Jazz went quiet.

“Jazz, you good?” Danny asked.

“We’re adopting him. Danny, you better make sure knows about everyone. Hi, Tim, I’m Jazz, your new big sister.”

“Uh- I have parents.”

“That can be fixed,” Jazz casually brushed off. Tim looked like a deer in headlights, so Danny took his sister off speaker and went back to cooking. He made sure to smile at Tim.

“Don’t worry, we won’t adopt you if you don’t want to. But it wasn’t a joke, we’re very serious.”

“I’ll think about it?”

Danny shrugged. “Good enough for me.”

“So, where are you?” Jazz asked him, rustling coming through on the phone.

“Gotham.”

“You are so fucking lucky I love you, dumbass. I’ll be there tomorrow at noon.”

“Playing hooky, are you?”

“Fuck off, little brother, before I show Tim your toddler pictures.”

“Thanks, Jazz.”

“Bye, Danny. Don’t get killed again when I’m not there, got it?”

“Sure, sure.”

Danny smiled and returned to his agenda of stuffing as many vegetables into one meal as he can. At least the food isn’t trying to tear out his face.

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Robin hasn’t heard the eerie giggles around lately, but he’s been practicing his own. It’s weird though, because there’s always a glint of something in the corner of his eyes.

“Robin, muggers.”

“On it, B. Shall we, Batgirl?”

“Let’s go, Boy Wonder.”

#Jazz Fenton #jazz fenton casually suggesting murder #danny phantom #batman #tim drake #dc x dp #dcxdp #bamf danny phantom #Danny phantom and the weird experience of being the youngest and the oldest sibling #squatter! Danny Fenton #danny: well I don’t wanna go home so I’ll just stay here #this was in my drafts for so long lmfao #inspired by that one post where Tim had to have those expensive and giant wildlife cameras #but I think they’d get the compact one #dick Grayson #barbara gordon #Robin #batgirl

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gremlingottoosilly · 5 months

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That Unwanted Animal [COD Fantasy AU] CursedKnight!Ghost x fem!Reader

Ghost was cursed ever since his king helped him get back to life from his grave. A stench of death, strong and inescapable, renders him unable to find a woman who will be willing to bed him. What will happen when he finally finds a perfect mate? CW and Tags: Dub-con, power imbalance, Medieval Fantasy AU, knight!Ghost, servant!Reader, sex work, brothels, dub-con kissing and touching, obsessive Ghost, dark Ghost, basically Ghost finds a girl and forces her to be his, Ghost is a half-dead resurrected knight, soft reader, submissive Reader.

AO3 Word Count: 2209

“I won’t go to him, he smells!”

“Drop the act, princess, not even half of our guests reek of anything more than their drinks and foul meat.”

“You know how he smells, Katherine. You know what he is.” “What he is, is a client. Rich one. Do you wish to moan under the belly of another failing merchant? Or a peasant’s dick is more to your liking?” “I bring this place more than half of its earnings! I won’t bed a man who has barely got out of his grave and should be put back!” Ghost sighs, his head pressed against the wooden wall. For a brothel, this place has remarkably thin walls. For a brothel, girls out here have remarkably potent noses – and acquired tastes for anything that doesn’t taste like a man who was brought back to life with dead souls still clinging onto every inch of his very being.

For a man of his regals – the blessed knight, the cursed knight, the kiss-your-enemies-goodnight, the spill-your-blood-he might, he has a particular choice in the brothel he tried to entertain himself with. Not like any willing woman would bed him without a sum of gold enough to feed a family for months – and not like he stood low enough to force himself on poor servants of his castle, bringing his dignity and family name down with each handmaiden he tried to grope while on meeting with the king.

“Do you think he is really dead?” “Dead man wouldn’t need a cunt to drown himself in. He had to have something working.” “Maybe he likes to watch? Or to hurt.” “Maybe, we can’t afford to turn him down, princess. Drop your act before he is willing to burn us down for refusing him.” “Well, I heard he went through every brothel in town. Not a single soul bedded him!” “I heard he doesn’t even like girls. Has his royal knight by his side all day.” “He came alone.” “He will be coming alone for the rest of his life with a smell like this!” “Dark magic. King should have known to not trust the Empire and their lurkings.” “Having a blessed knight is good, no? We’re not at war.” “Cursed knight is good in your army, not your bed. But if you are so willing…”

He hears women – from the madam of this fine place, a woman of fine manners, exquisite figure, and the way of looking at him that almost convinces that she doesn’t want to press her fingers against her nose, blocking the smell of death that follows him ever since he became…that. He hears girls of not-so-fine manners, with fine bodies and perfect pretty faces, gentle hands that don’t know about the trials of war. He remembers the way they looked at him – the way they always looked at him.

Scary, horrendous, dangerous. A skull mask and dark tendrils of smoke follow his body, the Grim Reaper himself embedded in his dark armor. No matter how many perfumes he uses, no matter how many washes per day he forces himself onto, nothing can hide the stench of death. He thought he’d be fine with it as long as his battle brothers were with him – as long as he was with them.

Then he got lonely.

Finding a lay in the brothel would be a scandal for a man of his status – but Simon Riley is no man. Not anymore, at least.

“I bet he wears a mask because he is hideous.” “Maybe he is just wounded?” “What kind of wound would make him hide his face while not being hideous?” “Maybe, he just doesn’t want to show his face here.” “No use. By the dawn, all women in the capital will know about great lord Riley, refuced at every brothel.” “What if he kills us?” “What if he burns us?” “What if he…” “Let the servant bring him tea. Make her useful.” Before he could react – as if eavesdropping on a bunch of whores was something of a pleasant chore he was dealing with – a door to his room had opened. Girl, in much simpler clothes than the ones that courtesans were wearing. With a tea tray in her shaky hands, grabbing the poor thing like there was no tomorrow. Huh. Perhaps, with a mug like his as her client, there is no tomorrow for a poor girl.

Ghost sits on the bed, large, muscular legs spread, his dick swaying with attention the longer he is looking at your face. He can’t be picky, not in his state as a not-dead not-man, but he has to admit that you’re pretty. Without all the mannerisms of a prostitute, you look like a poor deer stuck in the predator’s den. Your hands are shaking – but he looks at your face, having no shame in drinking up your expression like a vampire – and he didn’t once saw you wince at the smell. Hm. Must be potent tea you’re serving.

— I didn’t ask for the tea.

Rude, as always – he didn’t come here to be ridiculed by poor attempts at pleasing him without a girl under him, getting her pretty legs open for his cock. He didn’t intend to come here and listen to all of the workers laughing at him like he was a monster – yet, he can’t leave now, his wounded ego grows into something ugly.

— Most of our clients prefer to drink this before the…act. It makes them more potent, as they say.

His cock didn’t have any warm body to dump his semen in years. He doesn’t need tea to make him hard – he sees the glimpse of your skin under those simple robes of yours, and he can already feel it stir, standing up for attention.

— You don’t sound too certain. Your client must not drink it then.

— I…I am not a prostitute, sir. Merely a servant.

He knows already – your makeup is too plain, your manners are off, your clothes are simple grey wool with not a dash of color. If you were his – as a prostitute, a wife, a lover – he would bring you something much brighter and skimpier. You’d look good in silks, he thinks.

Not like you’d allow him to bring you home – not willingly, at least.

— So I figured, love. You’re pretty enough to be one, that’s clear.

“You’re pretty enough to be a prostitute” is a compliment that only sounds good in the head of a man who hasn’t talked sweetly to a woman in ages. His whole life, perhaps, exchanging the embrace of a lady with tight hugs of the war.

— You’re flattering me, sir.

— Bloody hell, woman. Not a flattery if that’s the truth.

— If you say so.

You shift under his gaze like a rabbit in front of an apex predator. Ghost doesn’t want to force any woman to sleep with him – but he looks at the sway of your chest, at the softness of your hips, at the way you tug and scratch on the rough fabric of your skirt as you’re too nervous to look at him…

He must contain himself.

— Why you work as a servant?

— I…tried to be a prostitute, sir. Most clients here don’t like it when you’re not…

He slowly rocks his body closer to you, his head almost laying on your shoulder. He saw the way you looked at him as he leaned to you – you’re surprised, scared, but not disgusted. your nose didn’t twitch a single time, and he is sure that no tea would ever make you this blind to the stench of death lingering on your shoulder now.

There must be something wrong with you – and he wants to save you like a rare treasure because of it.

— Most clients here don’t like what, luv?

— I…have damage, sir.

So he figured. Just didn’t exactly know what you have.

— What is it?

— A…after a bad cold, my sense of smell…never returned. Not for the last three years.

— You don’t smell anythin’? Must be bloody hard.

— It is. But…I manage. As much as I can.

He slowly drapes his hand over your shoulder – you wince at the touch. He thinks of the madam of your fine establishment. The woman didn’t seem the type to beat her girls, but you had such a shy, scared expression as he started to touch you, he can’t wait to burn this fucking place to the ground. Maybe spare a few of your friends if you’d ask him nicely. You won’t be working here again, ever – that much he can be sure of.

— Doin’ a good job, love.

— I hope so, sir.

He drags his hand on your face, squeezing the soft skin of your cheek. You’re adorable – servants shouldn’t be so pretty, it makes him feel bad, it makes him sinful. He should try to hit on the girls who actually work here – not the poor soul that as sent here to bring him here, as a little lam sacrificed to a vicious god.

— You don’t smell me, then?

— I don’t smell anything, my lord.

He chuckles, but your pained expression only makes him chuckle more. Poor thing, living in a place like this without a sense of smell – he can’t believe how you could survive without the smell of heavy incense and creams that all of the whores were using. He loves it when a pretty girl is making herself even prettier – makeup, all of those little elixirs they are putting on their faces, the flowery smells that make his rotting existence a bit easier. It never worked on him, on his disintegrating skin and stench that followed him everywhere – but then it dawned on him.

You have such an adorable, shy smile and a small posture, playing with the edges of your clothes like a girl who is extremely embarrassed to be in a room with a man of his position. But women aren’t shy in his presence, not anymore – they are disgusted, horrified, they want to put their noses into little candy boxes and smell roses just to get rid of the smell.

But you, adorable creature, aren’t disgusted. Hell, how he missed a pretty girl being so shy around him.

Ghost kisses you before he can think of anything else. Before he could give you space to escape, to come to your senses and understand what kind of man he is. Broken, wounded, pushed to the cage, and locked with a key dangling from the side – god knows, Simon Riley isn’t a good man, never tried to be. Devil knows, he will drag you to the grave with him.

Your lips are soft, untouched, you smell of cleaning supplies and sweet tea. Your hair smells like roses and dust, your hands are covered in little scabs – probably from the days spent cleaning and doing the hard work. He will make sure you will never have to work again, not with your hands, at least – he will kiss your callouses and nourish the skin into something delicate, fragile, to the smell of home he lost long ago.

Your mouth tastes like heaven, and Ghost isn’t a man who deserves to push this angel further, isn’t a man who deserves to have a pretty girl moaning under him. He makes you cry, he terrifies you, he kisses you relentlessly and can feel the way your skin burns, tears streaming down your face. If he was a better man, he would oblige to your hands, pushing him away, your mouth is trying to cry for help.

Simon Riley isn’t a good man, and he pushes you on your back, firms hands on your back, on your hips, touching, groping, feeling the skin of a somewhat willing woman. You’re scared, but you should know the kind of job girls here are doing – he didn’t pay all of this money for charity projects, after all. As much as he would pay even more gold just to take you away, to push your legs apart in a scenery much nicer than a room in a brothel. You deserve a real bed, a nice dress that he can rip away from you,

All you get is his hands on your body, ripping your simple skirt apart because he can’t wait to get to the soft skin underneath. He looks at you, precious girl, as adorable as you are, and can’t resist kissing you, stealing breath from your skin. When he finally hears you moan, when his hand goes to grab the softness between your legs – moist, prepared, smelling of roses and arousal, of all things sweet and sinful – all of his sense of self-control shatters.

He will take you on the floor of this room – over and over, claim you as his little maiden, his favorite girl, until he is sure his cursed, rotten seed has filled you to the brim. He will take you away, bringing as much money to your madam as he can manage, buying you all for himself – taking you as his prized possession for the new castle he was ordered to as a lord knight.

Ghost will make you his, hells and heaven be damned.

You cry, but he knows you’ll come around. And he can be very, very patient.

#cod #cod x reader #call of duty #cod x you #yandere cod #ghost x reader #yandere ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost #dark ghost #dark cod #fantasy #yandere male #male yandere

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saccharineomens · 1 year

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A small Chainsaw Man Analysis

They're referencing this post:

(Sorry i can't respond to your ask directly, tumblr kept crashing)

LMAO ok Anon you win but I can’t promise this will be very articulate or coherent

Ok so when I first heard about Chainsaw Man I heard it was The Manga Of All Time and the anime has been Majorly Hyped and Everyone Loves It so I was curious. Then I went and watched the anime and I was like ‘huh ok I mean. It’s good but it’s not like mindblowing.’

Then I read the manga all the way to the end of part 1 and I understood.

So the world of Chainsaw Man is set in a Fucking Bleak reality. Like, overwhelmingly so. The fact that devils exist and can murder humans on a whim and it’s basically treated as an unavoidable inconvenience because how the hell can you stop them, really, when they’re functionally immortal? The best you can do is kill them, send them to Hell, and hope they don’t die there and revive back on Earth. The protagonist is a 16 year old orphan who sold parts of his body to pay off a “noodle incident” debt inherited from his father, and then the kid was murdered by the yakuza he owed money to because they decided they liked devils, actually, and didn’t want him around killing them. In CHAPTER ONE. Why would anyone enjoy reading about a story set in a world like this?

Because of Aki, and Power, and the family Denji created with them. It takes a while for the ball to get rolling in the story, because they’re strangers at the beginning, but any manga reader is gonna know what I mean when I talk about how they love each other. Denji comes across as a sex-obsessed, horny teen, but that’s just because he craves emotional intimacy and sex is the only way he thinks he could get it. The truth is that his shower/bath with Power was the exact kind of vulnerability and intimacy he was craving, and it WASN’T sexy. The narrative didn’t treat it as sexy. Denji even notes that it wasn’t sexy, to his surprise, but it was nice to be able to be vulnerable with another person. Then there’s Aki, who imprinted on Denji and Power so hard he straight-up was considering quitting being a devil hunter so he could just live a normal life with his new family. He was willing to abandon his obsession with the gun devil, something that he’d been driving his will to live for years, for them. It was Himeno’s death and the letter he read that made him realize that the life of a country mouse might not be so bad, if it’s with the people he loves. (I know that’s a loaded sentence out of context but manga readers know what I mean when I bring up the country mouse, right)

I bring all of this up to show how even in a grim, dark, depressing world like Chainsaw Man, there is hope; and that hope comes in the form of love. Love in a general, not romantic, sense. Love of having toast and jam for breakfast, love of a movie, love of a family.

Now, to Makima.

Makima is Really Fucking Goddamn Powerful. She is literally reality breaking, almost as much as Chainsawman. (For the purposes of this essay, I’m referring to Pochita/Chainsawman and Denji as separate entities.) Makima is able to control anyone so long as she feels she has power over them, and she has a contract with the fucking Prime Minister. That’s a terrifying power. She’s literally the manifestation of the fear of being controlled.

And that’s a lonely existence.

Pochita/Chainsawman says it himself. When you’re so powerful, you struggle to make connections with people. Either they worship you and put you on a pedestal, or they fear you. You can’t get close to anyone, no matter how hard you try. The only way Pochita was able to do so was because Denji had no idea who Chainsawman was.

Makima doesn’t show this emotional weakness of hers, because it directly opposes her powers. If people saw her as needing connections with other people, they wouldn’t respect/fear her, and she would literally become weaker as a result. (The same way that as Chainsawman becomes more beloved by the general populace as a Hero, he becomes weaker.) But there’s a point where we, the audience, get to see this side of her. In her date with Denji.

Quick recap (of one of the best chapters in the whole manga, thematically): Denji and Makima go on a date at a movie theater. They sit and watch like six movies in a row over the course of the day. The first five are packed with people and are funny/entertaining, but not very deep. Neither Denji nor Makima are very impressed with these. Then…I’ll just post the comic here.

The final movie they see is more of an indie arthouse film. Most importantly, it shares an intimate, vulnerable moment between two people who hug. Denji cries because he sees this thing he craves, as I’ve elaborated on. Then he looks over and sees that Makima is also crying. We already know why, as Pochita said: she is unable to get close to anyone, due to the nature of her powers and the nature of her being a devil. Because of this, Makima craves connections with other people.

Makima straight up tells the audience why she’s doing the things she’s doing. If she has control over Chainsawman, she can have him eat other devils and create a world where those fears never existed. She truly, honestly believes this would make a happier life for humans. But the problem with that mentality is that in a world without bad things, in a world without fear…there’s no good things, either. How do you tell how “good” a good thing is, if you have nothing to compare it against? How can you tell that one in five movies is “good”, if you don’t experience the other four?

Why would anyone enjoy reading about a story set in a world like this? Because despite all of the horrible things that happens, love exists. It shows up over and over and over again. Love exists. It was there. It mattered. It was worth fighting for.

That brings me to the conversation between Makima and Denji I love so much, and why the end of Part 1 works so well.

Makima thinks that a world without bad movies fear would be better. She thinks that in this world, she could be loved. She thinks that in this world, humans could be happy forever because they never suffer hardship.

And Denji knows for a fact that that's wrong, because without bad movies, the good movies don't stand out. You can't say that jam and toast is a great breakfast if all you've ever eaten is jam and toast for breakfast.

And that's why Makima is tragic (because she's never experienced the love that Denji has, and never experienced the hardships he has), and that's why Makima is wrong.

And all of this, the whole conflict of the story, is summed up in three lines between Denji and Makima in a graveyard. It's perfect.

#it's also why i love makima. she's such a great character #chainsaw man #chainsaw man spoilers #chainsaw man analysis #csm #csm spoilers #makima #denji #denji hayakawa #op #axbox #anon

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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Can i get a Cowboy Rex? Please? The story can be anything you want.

A Fresh Start

Summary: You're a new veterinarian in the area, and Rex, a local ranch owner, has become a regular client...and a friend.

Pairing: Cowboy!Rex x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope you like it! I don't write Rex very often, I'm not entirely sure why-

Moving from the city to the county was supposed to be hard. Everyone told you that you were going to struggle with how quiet it is in the country. Some of your more assholeish friends claimed that you would be back in six months.

But the truth is, you enjoy the quiet and the slower way of life.

The idea of moving back to the city, even at this point, sounds like a nightmare to you.

Besides, as a large animal veterinarian, you kind of need to live in the country for your livelihood.

“You have no idea how glad we were when we heard you were taking over the old clinic,” Rex, one of your regular clients, says from where he’s sitting on a hay bale, watching as you check over one of his mares.

“I can imagine,” You reply with an easy laugh, “Honestly, I can’t believe Doctor Whillis was still in business. He’s ancient.”

“I think it was sheer stubbornness,” Rex admits with a shrug, “But people weren’t going to him so much anymore.” He grins at the back of your head, “It’s why you’ve been so busy.”

“Well,” You say easily as you continue your examination, “if nothing else, all of the business is allowing me to drag the clinic into the modern era.”

“Oh, I’m sure the fossils who work with you have been thrilled about that.”

“There have been a few arguments. I informed them that I would be willing to pay for them to get the training they need on the new machines.” You pull away from the mare, and lovingly stroke her nose, “They’re all refused, and so I’m in the process of having to replace them.”

“Well, they were all retirement age anyway.” Rex says with a shrug, “So, how is she?”

“Totally healthy, if not a little overweight.” You reply easily, “You said that she’s acting oddly? Have you changed anything about her routine recently?”

“The only change is that we’ve cut down on her treats, because of the weight gain.”

You laugh softly, “She’s pouting. She wants treats, but you won’t give them to her, so she’s sulking.”

Rex huffs out a laugh and runs his hand over his short hair, “Of course that’s the case. She’ll get over it, right?”

“Eventually.” You agree as you smile at him, “Is this the only one giving you any trouble?”

“That’s it.” Rex hops off the hay bale, “Thanks for coming out so quickly.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad it wasn’t something more serious.”

He hesitates, “So…uh…would you like to come inside? Have some coffee? My brother made some cookies this morning-”

You smile at him warmly, “Let me put my stuff in my truck, and then I would love some coffee and snacks.”

“I…really?”

“Really.”

You carry your bag to your truck, and you toss it in the backseat, taking a moment to make sure the cooler with the vaccines is still cold, and then you head towards the house properly.

You push open the door, and kick off your boots so as to not track mud into Rex’s house, and you follow the sound of his moving around into the kitchen.

“Coffee will be done in a few minutes,” Rex says, as you pull out a chair and take a seat. He sets a plate of cookies at the center of the table and then sits across from you, “So, Doc, how are you adjusting to live in the country?” He asks with a lazy smile.

“Easier than I thought I would,” You admit as you lean back against the chair, “I appreciate the quiet.”

“I bet you do. The city’s always so loud all of the time. I don’t miss it at all.” He smiles ruefully at your surprised look, “I was a soldier, and lived in a lot of cities. It was a family career, a lot of my brothers are still soldiers.”

“How many brothers do you have?” You ask.

“Too many.” He laughs, “But I don’t mind, I love them. Most of the time.”

You grin, “That sounds familiar.”

“Oh? You have brothers?”

“Not so much, but I have several much older cousins who were close enough.” You explain, “I’m the baby, unfortunately.”

“And they let you move to the middle of nowhere? I’m impressed.”

“I kinda just did it without telling them until after I moved.” You admit, “There was much screaming and shouting about my reckless behavior.”

Rex laughs, “That sounds right. It’s good that they care about you so much.” He pauses, “They’d hate that you were alone in my house with me, wouldn’t they?”

You snag a cookie and break off a piece, “Oh, without a doubt.”

“Hm…” Rex takes his own cookie and absently spins it between his fingers, “Say, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Not unless there’s an emergency.”

“You wanna go out to dinner?”

You pause and blink at him, “Like…on a date?”

“Yeah. Exactly like a date.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you smile at him, soft and slow, “I’d like that.”

Rex relaxes slightly, “Then I’ll pick you up at the clinic tonight.”

Your smile grows into a grin and you lean across the table, “I hope you know that asking me on a date will only make my family dislike you more.”

Rex leans across the table as well, there’s a glimmer of something in his gaze that you can’t quite place, “That sounds like a them problem, cyare.”

And you laugh.

#star wars #tcw #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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mintesprig · 1 year

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Obey me classic Barbie movie edition

Lucifer | 🍭Barbie Nutcracker 🍭

Classic, the original, full of classical music. He would appreciate how it’s a story about taking responsibility even when you don’t want to. About finding your place as a leader and finding your love from another land.

Mammon | 🌺 Island Princess🌺

Something about traveling to a strange land and trying to find yourself. He would secretly enjoy how it’s about finding and supporting family, and about falling in love even if others are against you. He would 100% cry at the reunion scene and would enjoy making fun of how pretentious the peacock is.

Levi | 🎨 Rapunzel 🎨

Someone who loves art and never leaves their tower? Perfect. Who has to deal with an overbearing authority figure? Check. But honestly it’s a classic story and filled with someone finding themselves through their art so I think he’d really enjoy it. Also the idea of having some close animal friends to help the protagonist and a love who is willing to fight for them and accept them for who they are? Man is smitten.

Satan | 👑 Princess and the Pauper 👑

Objectively the best narrative of all the Barbie movies. It has a classic story and classic songs, that’s what would get him to watch it. I think the entire theme of having to keep who you are for the sake of duty and responsibility to others would hit a chord. Especially since in the end both leads can find a way to have both their duty and love in their life.

Asmo | ✨Fairytopia✨

This is literally about somebody struggling to accept themselves and who worries about how people see them. Unlike everyone around them they don’t have wings but in the end they prove that it’s what’s inside that counts. They bravely show who they are and in the end are rewarded for it. Not to mention that aesthetic wise? It’s so very Asmo.

Beel | 💎Diamond Castle 💎

Yes it is about a sapphic cottagecore couple (we know Beel supports the lesbians) but it’s also about two people facing the world together along with their newfound friend they never expected to find. It’s about people who live each other in a variety of different ways supporting each other even through dark times. It’s also about dealing with the guilt of letting those people down and finding redemption from it. Give this poor lad a hug please.

Belphie | 🦢Swan Lake 🦢

Let’s be honest he would get a kick out of Rothbart. Also there’s something about a curse that transforms someone during the quiet hours of the night that would appeal to him. He would begrudgingly watch it with you and would never reveal that he’s eventually secretly kind of fond of it.

I might do the dateables (and Luke) another time because it is criminal that the 12 dancing princesses didn’t make it

#this would not leave my head #yes I would make them watch my comfort movies #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me brothers

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Unlikely familiar - Chapter 1

Pairing: God Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Magic/royal AU, fluff, romance, soulmates, falling in love, God Levi, wizard Hange, witch reader

Story concept: While trying to summon a familiar to help you, you accidentally awaken a destructive God and bond with him instead. Levi becomes your familiar but also reveals you are soulmates as told by the prophecy. While trying to learn magic and figure out how you feel about a lovesick and handsy God, you're trying to piece together Levi's past and discover if he really is as bad as old stories say. The more you love and care for Levi, the more his dark features begin to change back into his true God form. You slowly uncover the truth and lies linked to the mages of light and find out who the real evil is and try to clear Levi's name.

Chapter: You arrive at your new home and get to know your strange teacher of magic. After being teased by Hange for not having a familiar, you rush off and summon one only to summon an ancient God of destruction who adores you and calls you his soulmate.

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Part 2

The rider shifted in his seat as an uneasy gloom seeped into his soul. He shivered when he moved closer to the imposing forest. He ripped the reins for his horse and fought the urge to look back and the beautiful lady in the back. It was a warm spring day, so his carriage was open to the elements. He wanted to just take one peek at her.

He slowly turned his head and gazed at the woman in the back, you. He eyed you in your figure-fitting dress with long boots. He’d never seen a dress stop just above the knees before, but he just summoned it up to you being a mage. He saw you wrap your cloak around you that looked like the stars in the sky before pulling your wide-brimmed witch hat down on your head.

He turned his head back to the road before you caught him staring. He let out a long sigh and stopped the carriage before he got into the forest further. He felt a fear creep through him as stories of this place fluttered into his head. People talked in the pub of a crazy mage and a cursed land with an ancient evil in a deep sleep under the ground.

He felt terrible for stopping and making a lovely lady like yourself walk, but he was too scared. He hunched up a little and tried to hide in his coat as he spoke to you. “This is as far as I go.”

You knelt up in your seat. “Really?”

He nodded. “I don’t dare go further. I’m sorry.”

You hummed in thought. “It’s okay.” You climbed off the back and slung on your side bag with your prized book in. You picked up a large sack of a bag and smiled softly at the driver. “Thank you so much for bringing me this far.”

You knew he had to be scared because the mage who lived here had called themselves a wizard instead and had defected from the main order. Plus, mages and users of magic were rare and treated as upper-class citizens. Most mages were close with the royal family, but not you. You didn’t want to be involved with the main academy or the head mage. You wanted to go off on your own and learn about your unique powers.

You pulled some gold coins from your purse and handed them over to the rider. “I appreciate your kindness. You were the only person willing to take me this far.”

He blushed at the amount of gold you’d given him. “You’re…you’re welcome.”

You waved to him. “Be safe!”

“You…you too.” He watched you walk up a path and into the forest. “I’m sure she’ll be fine…”

You hummed a little song to yourself as you walked along the path and made your way deeper into the forest to the castle. To most, it would have scared them having the trees closing in on them, but to you, it was delightful and cosy. You loved how much life there was. Birds fluttered and sang around you, bees buzzed and moved from flower to flower, rabbits hopped around you and deer walked around and enjoyed the gentle sun.

You frowned when the animals seemed to hurry off. You looked up at the sky and knew that something was coming. You held your hand out and felt a droplet of water hit. You rummaged in your side bag and pulled out your book. You smiled as it floated before and the pages flicked to a blank page. You watched letters and colours swirl to reveal what you wanted. You reached your hand out and in a mix of purple and red light a cover shot up above your head to protect you from the rain.

You hummed a little as the pages flipped. “Perhaps some light too?” You smiled as a lantern jumped out of your book and floated around you as your book slipped back into your side bag. “Perfect. Thank you both for your help.” You turned and saw a wolf gazing at you. “Would you like to share my cover? You’re most welcome to.” You petted his head and couldn’t believe how massive wolfs were. “You seem friendly. I should give you a name.” You thought carefully before the right name popped into your head. “Máni.”

Máni’s tail wagged at his name. You petted him once more and began walking along the path with your head down at the torrential rain. You moved as fast as you could but the rain stopped. You lifted your head and noticed you were standing in a perfect circle in the forest with no trees. Your cover floated to the side allowing you to inspect the circle full of flowers. You smiled at how calm and relaxing it was. Animals seemed happy here.

You strolled to the middle and saw what looked like a little stone circle as if there was a grave or this spot was sacred. You felt a tingle go up your spine as you became energised. You gasped as a glow emitted from your skin. You knew this place had to be sacred or have something special buried here. You made a mental note to return to this spot because the priority right now was to get to the old castle and meet your mentor.

You returned to the path and heard the rain hammering down on the cover above your head. You climbed up a little hill and walked out of the forest to see mountains with snow on the top of them, a vast lake with a little island in the middle and a welcoming simple and small castle with one tall tower. You smiled softly at the lights in the windows knowing this was your new home now.

You cast your gaze over at your new friend. “Well Máni, I think we’re home.”

You pushed the grand wooden door open and stepped onto the small carpet. Your eyes darted around the home. The stairs were made of stone and led up to the first floor. A chandelier using magic floated in the middle of the room. Moving paintings of moving landscapes adorned the walls. It was cosy and warm. You felt relaxed and at home here.

You looked down at the wolf at your side. “Seems nice.” You wafted your hand making your light and cover disappear. “Hello? Master Zoe?” You pouted. “Hello!?” You gasped when you heard someone sprinting. You frowned a little as your eyes locked onto the start of the hall. Your eyes widened when you saw a brunette sprint out of the hall and rushed down the steps. You flinched when she tripped up on the last step and fell flat onto her face. “Oh shit! Are you okay?”

She whined. “I’m okay.”

You hurried over to her and helped her to her feet. “Can I get you anything?”

She adjusted her glasses and grinned. “I’m perfectly fine! Oh!” She leaned closer. “You’re cute!”

You softly giggled at the energetic woman. You gave your name and grinned. “I am the mage you’re expecting, though I prefer the term witch.”

“I’m Hange Zoe! I prefer wizard to mage.” She pulled a face. “Mage makes me think of Heimdall.”

You shivered. “Not a fan of him.”

“Oh, you met?”

You shook your head as you thought about the mage leader. “No, but I have seen his propaganda crystals and posters. I’m just not interested. Plus, I’m not like him and his magic minions.”

Hange tilted her head as delight filled her. “Really?”

You nodded and pulled out your book. “I’m like you and master Erwin. I control magic differently.”

“May I see?”

You presented the book and let it go making it float in a purple and red soft glow. Pages flicked and fluttered until they landed on an empty page. Hange gasped in delight as words and colours swirled on the page to reveal flowers. The flowers grew out of the page and floated towards Hange. She grasped them and squealed in delight at the divine scent drifting from the bunch.

Hange inhaled deeply. “Incredible. Such ancient magic.” She moved closer and looked at your book as it floated. “This is incredible. I look forward to training you!”

You took your book and put it in your bag. “I heard you experiment a lot.”

Hange lifted her necklace. “My magic is in crystals!”

You gazed at the crystal with dancing colours inside. “So, you make up new crystals to increase your power?”

“Indeed, I do!” She put her hands on her hips. “I’m one of a kind! Like Erwin, he’s elemental.” She looked down to see a wolf next to you. “He with you?”

You petted the wolf. “His name is Máni. He met me in the forest. He, not yours?”

Hange shook her head and studied the wolf. “I have lived here for years and have never seen a wolf before. He has red in his eyes too.” She slowly stood up as the story of the forest came to mind. “Oh, this is interesting. It could be possible he’s linked to an ancient being of this land. It was said a God roamed these lands and became consumed with rage that he slaughtered the mages of light and their families, so they locked him away. They say the creatures of the forests protect his cell.”

You fussed Máni. “Well, I saw no cell there in the forest.”

Hange smiled softly. “Well, prophecies are fun and all but likely not true.”

You frowned a little. “Prophecy?”

She nodded. “They say he will awaken again and destroy the light of the land, or something.”

“Is there supposed to be someone who wakes him up?”

She blew a raspberry in thought. “Something about his soulmate, or love. I can’t remember. I don’t think it was clear.” She winked. “I like the story cause it means everyone leaves me alone. NOW! Let’s get you to your room. Máni can come.”

You looked down at Máni as he followed you. “So, this guy is a special wolf?”

“I’d say so.”

You hummed a laugh. “Well, I’m happy to have him.”

Hange led you down a dark hall before coming to a stop in front of a door. She pushed it open to reveal a large room with a desk, a large lit fireplace, a sitting area, a balcony and a four-poster bed. “This is all yours.”

“Cosy, I love it.”

She walked over to your window and yanked the curtains open. “There we go!”

You placed your bag down and smiled. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

“There’s even a spot for your familiar.”

You blushed a little. “Familiar?”

Hange stared at you. “Yeah, don’t you have one?” She clicked her fingers making a blue squirrel jump out of a white portal and land on her head. “Every person who uses magic has one.”

You whined a little. “W-Well I’m working on it.”

She smirked at you. “Most summoned them when they were a kid.”

You pouted a little. “I get it, I need one. I’ll summon one soon.”

“Good.”

Hange accepted her breakfast plate from you. “Got a familiar yet?”

You went bright red at her question. You’d been with her for over a month training hard to perfect your skills, but you had still yet to do something so simple. Summoning a familiar was a child’s spell and yet you could never summon anything when you tried. You were embarrassed that you couldn’t do something so simple and Hange was winding you up about it.

You sat down in a huff and eat. “No.”

Hange smirked as she watched you. “A month here and still no familiar, huh? You know, it’s interesting that you can summon weapons and energy to destroy, but you can’t get a simple familiar to help.”

You slammed your empty cup down and stood up. “I can and I will!”

Hange watched you run out of the room with Máni following. “She’ll summon something strong easily. Her powers are routed in emotions. I can’t wait to see what she can do.”

You trudged through the forest as anger bubbled away inside you. You huffed and flicked your gaze to Máni. “I know she’s done it to wind me up, but I will get a familiar!”

Máni jumped in front of you and stopped you from walking. He bit the bottom of your dress and tugged you in a different direction. You stumbled along and followed him through the forest and to the clearing. Máni released your dress and trotted over to the stone circle. He sat by it and stared at you as if he was waiting for you to do something that you should know, but you didn’t understand.

You walked closer and sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to do. I’m not very smart.”

Máni stomped his paw on the ground at you.

You pouted. “I know, but I don’t know what to do!”

Máni walked over to you and shoved his head in your side bag and pulled out your magic book, along with some salt. He dropped everything on the floor, along with some candles and gazed at you.

“Okay, I’ll give it a go here. I seem to be strong in this circle, so let’s give this a go.”

You made a big circle of salt around the stones circle. You added little runic symbols belonging to the elements and the ancient gods. You placed your candles in the four corners of the world and lit them. You placed your book in the middle and stood on the edge of your circle. You raised your hands and began chanting under your breath making the book rise, the candles glow red and the salt burned a deep red. The wind rushed around you as the floor cracked inside the circle.

You looked down at your chest to see a black light just above your breasts. You gasped as the light turned into a circle with symbols of your familiar connection to you. You placed your hands on your chest and accepted the link. You smiled as you felt warmth spread through you as your soul linked with such a loving and kind soul. You opened your eyes and saw darkness fill the area.

You fell out of your circle as the earth below you exploded causing dirt to rain down on you. You crawled backwards as your heart raced in your chest. You screamed as a hand shot up from the ground and slammed on the grass right between your legs. You opened your legs up and shivered as you stared at the sharp black claws and scales on the hands that slowly merge with the skin of the person on their arm. You squealed as the claws dug into the ground.

Black horns appeared followed by broad shoulders. You gazed into the darkness of the male down to see red eyes open up and glare at you. Their mouth opened to show sharp canines. Black smoke swirled around them, crows fluttered above and cried out and Máni moved closer as if you had awoken his master. You began to panic because you’d never heard of anyone summoning a familiar that wasn’t an animal.

You turned and pushed yourself up to your feet. You scooped up your book and sprinted away from whatever you had summoned. Your lungs burned as your ran for your life. You were terrified that you’d summoned something you shouldn’t have. You had let your emotions get the best of you and now you had a big problem on your hands.

You glance back behind you to see if it was following you and it was. You screamed when you saw a black shadow with red eyes, horns and canines flying for you. You felt a burst of energy inside you to get somewhere safe. You felt betrayed by Máni that he’d bring you to such a dangerous place. Your mind raced as your thought about Hange’s story of the God in a deep slumber inside a cell. You were beginning to think you were the one in the prophecy, his soulmate.

You slammed your body into the door of the castle. You twisted inside the hall and shoved the doors closed. You panted and backed up a little before turning to a confused Hange. “I fucked up!”

Hange tilted her head. “Fucked up? How?” She eyed your chest. “You summoned your familiar finally.”

“Yes! But. But. But.” You gulped hard. “It’s not an animal!”

Both of you turned as the front door creaked and groaned before obliterating making shards of wood fly inside the room. You flinched as you felt a piece cut your neck and another lodge itself into your thigh. You inhaled as the black figure launched at you and pinned you against the floor.

Hange ran towards you but shadows wrapped around her and yanked her away. She screamed your name. “Hold on! I’ll save you!”

You wiggled under the dark mass and whimpered a little. You gazed up into the red eyes as your heart raced. Your eyes widened as the shadows went to reveal a handsome man below. Undercut raven hair framed a charming porcelain face. The corners of his face had little black scales that faded into his hair. A black pattern wrapped around his neck, like he was wearing a collar which meant he was your familiar. Your eyes dragged down to see muscles peeking out from under his low-cut black shirt.

Your eyes flicked up to his face when he spoke your name in his deep voice. You whimpered at him. “Y-yes?”

He stared at your breasts. “Tch, you…” He blushed as he looked into your eyes. “You’re…” He gulped hard and punched the floor by your head making it crack. “Damn it!”

You gasped as he flew back into smoke and out the door. You slowly sat up and stared out at the land. Máni walked up and through the doorway. He stared at you a moment, before walking over and sitting in front of you. You stared up at the big wolf and felt a slight connection to him, meaning the man who had pinned you was using the wolf to keep in contact with you.

Hange raced over calling your name. “Are you okay!?”

You gulped hard. “I uh…was I imagining things, or was he really attractive?”

“Oh, he was fucking hot as hell.”

You blushed bright red. “Did he blush and get flustered by me?”

“Yes.”

You put your head in your hands and whined. “Fuck.”

Hange checked your neck and thigh. “I need to heal you.”

“Are you a healing wizard?”

“Afraid not.” She helped you to your feet. “What I can do is give you fast healing cream.”

You limped with her to the lounge and sat down on a chair. You pulled your dress up and stared at the wood in your leg as Hange left you. “Shit.”

Hange ran back with a few things in her arms. She carefully pulled the wood out and then cleaned the wound. She pulled back when you flinched a little. “Sorry.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

She rubbed cream on your neck before binding up your thigh and neck. “You should get some rest, okay?”

You nodded and stood up. “Thanks. I will go rest now. I uh…” You touched your chest. “Hange, he’s my familiar. What in the world is he?”

Hange shrugged. “No idea, but he seemed powerful. Just, go get some rest please.”

You waved to her and limped away. “Sorry about the front door. I can summon a new one.”

Hange winked. “I got it. I’ll make a special one with my crystals.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later or tomorrow.”

Hange waved goodbye to you before turning to where the door had been. She let out a long sigh and connected to the crystal on her necklace. She raised her arms making the wood come together and form a door with a few crystals. She closed her eyes and envisioned the door she wanted. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a wooden door before her with a slight sparkle to it. She smiled in pride and knew it was perfect.

She gasped when the door creaked and groaned. “WAIT! DON’T BREAK MY DOOR!” She hurried over and threw it open to reveal the man who’d pinned you to the floor. “Who are you and why are you back?”

He glared at Hange, she was simply someone in the way of him getting to the thing he desired. “Where. Is. She.”

Hange shivered at his tone. “Who?”

He stepped into the castle as shadows whisp and curled off his body. “My soulmate.”

“Soul…who are you? You’re her familiar, right?”

He walked closer to Hange. “I am. We are bound together. She is my soulmate. She freed me.” He looked up the stairs when he felt the link to you. “I am forever bound to her. My soulmate. My heart. My lover.”

Hange blushed hard. “L-Lover?”

He locked eyes with her. “Yes. She is my soulmate and my love.”

“What do I call you?”

“Levi. I am the great God who was locked away and punished for other people’s sins.” He snarled. “I hate the mages of light. They destroyed my people, slaughtered innocent followers and almost wiped out those who followed me.” He clenched his clawed fists and softly said your name. “I must protect her.”

Hange watched in awe as he moved up the stairs in a low-cut shirt, high-waisted tight trousers and a long coat. She blinked a few times as she processed his words. “The…the God story…it’s real?” She shot after Levi. “Wait! Levi!”

He glanced back at her. “Hurry with your questions, I have a lover to see.”

“You barely know her!”

“Our souls are linked. I know everything about her and she will slowly know me through dreams and visions.”

Hange followed him down the hallway. “So, you’re really a God?”

He looked back at Hange. “Indeed, I am. I used to take care of this land and care for people. Those who controlled magic around me were witches and wizards, but when I was seen as a wicked God by those outside then witches and wizards were hunted down.” He paused a moment. “I can still remember the blood and terror…” He clenched his clawed fist. “Leave me.”

Hange stopped in the hall. “Be careful with her. Don’t fluster her too much! Her power comes from her emotions!” She let out a long sigh. “A God is in my castle…” A smirk spread on her lips. “Awesome.”

Levi stormed down the hall as he followed your aura. His rage he had seething in him for years slowly ebbed away the closer he got to you. His shoulders relaxed as he stood outside your door. He pushed the door open slowly and peeked inside to see you wrapped up in bed sleeping soundly.

You were a vision to behold. Levi was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He drifted over to you as if he was pulled by a magnet. He sat on the bed and reached towards you but paused a moment when he saw the bandage on your neck. He felt guilt wash over him when he realised that he had hurt you today. He pulled back and clenched his clawed fists tightly as rage towards himself seeped into him.

He flinched when he heard a gasp. He flicked his red eyes to gaze on you to see you were awake and sat up in bed clutching your duvet against your chest. He moved closer to you. “I hurt you.”

You reached up and touched your neck. “I’m okay. I need rest and I’ll heal fine.”

“I can heal you faster than some simple cream and a bandage.”

You gazed back at him. “Who are you? What are you? Why are you here?”

He shifted closer to you as his clawed hands gripped the inside of your thigh. “I am Levi. I am a God. I was trapped and locked up in my world for many years, but you freed me. My soulmate.”

Your cheeks burned. “I’m not…you…umm…”

He grabbed the duvet you held up and slowly dragged it down. “You freed me. You allowed me to walk again. Thank you.” He eyed your body in your white nightdress. “Though, I wouldn’t have expected anything less from my soulmate.”

You nipped your lip. “Soulmate.”

He gazed deep into your eyes. “Yes.” He leaned closer, his lips almost touching yours. He sighed causing his lips to heat your lips. “We are meant to be. I know everything there is to know about you. In time, you will come to know me with dreams and visions.” He placed his hand on your chest. “Our bond will connect us.”

You stared at his neck. You reached over and lightly touched the pattern on his neck that looked like a collar. “How can a God be a familiar? It’s not possible.” You pulled back and pouted. “I still haven’t made a familiar.”

“I’ll be yours. When others you don’t trust bother you, I will simply become a black cat.”

You gripped your nightdress and hummed. “Okay. Thank you.” You frowned in thought. “I still can’t believe I summoned a God of all things.” You lifted your head as he started unwinding the bandage. “May I ask something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

You sighed a little. “Máni, was he you?”

Levi folded up the bandage. “He is a part of me, yes. He was the only part of me I managed to get to stay out here. I kept an eye on the world that changed so much. Máni found you in the rain and sent a link to me so I could see you. I knew you were the one.”

“The one? You mean the one to free you. That’s all I am. I’m the key to the lock.”

Levi leaned closer and dragged his tongue up your neck. “You are so much more than that. You are my everything. You are the soul I love more than life itself. You are my world and I adore you. My sweet soulmate.”

You shivered at the feeling of his hot tongue against your skin, then his deep voice near your ear. “Le-Levi. What are you doing?”

He pulled back a moment. “Healing you.”

You gulped hard as his clawed hands wrapped around your thighs and parted your legs. “Healing? But you licked me.”

He lay down and gazed at the bandage on your thigh. “I could heal you through touch, but this way is faster.” He pulled the bandage away. “Plus, I enjoy making my soulmate feel good.”

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand as you moaned softly. Your legs shifted and toes clenched as the darkly handsome God between your legs kissed, licked and sucked at the wound on your thigh making it heal up. You gazed at the clean skin as if nothing had happened, but Levi kept showering his love on the spot.

You shoved your dress down as you softly whimpered. You blushed as Levi pulled his tongue back into his mouth and watched you a little. “I just…I’m…I’m sensitive.”

Levi slowly crawled up the bed towards you. “Such a delicious meal. You taste so sweet. I want to bite you so badly.”

You turned your head away before he could kiss you. “Slow down, please.”

“I have waited for hundreds of years for you and yet you wish for me to wait?”

You looked deep into his eyes as your heart raced in your chest. “I um…I won’t deny that there is a connection between us, but you are a God and I am just a witch. I am trying to process everything. Don’t get me wrong, I do want to do so many things with you that I know you are thinking of but I need a moment.”

Levi flopped onto his side and lay next to you. “Then waiting I shall do.”

You looked down at Levi. “You…you’re quick to obey.”

“Though I am a God, I am your familiar.” He tapped his neck. “You have control over me. You’re a very powerful witch to have a God at your every beck and call.”

You slowly lay down and sighed. “Do you plan on seeking your revenge? I heard you want to destroy the mages of the light.”

“In due time.” He reached over and played with your hair. “I made a promise to my people I would. I failed them once before, I will not fail again.”

You shuffled closer to Levi. “What happened?”

“You will see soon enough.” He caressed your cheek. “Sleep, rest and dream of sweet things.”

You relaxed a little. “Oh, may I ask one more thing?”

“Of course.”

You frowned. “Why the hell did you scare me when you woke up and why did you break our door down? Also, why did you run!?”

He let out a long sigh. “I did not mean to scare you. I was merely excited to meet my soulmate finally. When it comes to breaking your door, you did slam it shut in my face and all I wanted was to be with you. As for the running? Well, when I had you pinned I thought you were so beautiful it flustered me a moment and I needed to cool off.” He held your chin. “Are you satisfied?”

You rolled over so your back was facing him allowing you to hide your flushed face, but Levi knew due to your connection and he was a God. “For now.”

Levi placed his hand on your waist. “May I rest with you? As your soulmate and familiar, it is my duty to protect you at all costs.”

“You may stay.”

Levi hugged you from behind. “Thank you.”

“You’re awfully polite for a God. You’re asking for permission from me.”

“If you hadn’t put a familiar bond mark on me, things would be a little different. I respect the magic laws.” He ran his lips along your should and up your neck. “Though it is awfully tempting to break the rules.” He nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. “It is also the fact that you are my soulmate. I respect the eternal bond we share and I would never break that. I respect you. I am yours and you are mine.”

You put your head in your hands and groaned. “I can’t believe my familiar is a destructive God.”

“And soulmate.”

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revserrayyu · 28 days

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2.1 Penacony thoughts [part2]

**Spoiler warning** Covering up until we switch to Acheron’s POV alongside Welt (not their first conversation but actually playing as her, hence the cover photo), so be kind to yourself and look away if you haven’t reached that point yet. Brace yourself once more; I’m going to ramble.

First things first, this whole shrinking down scene where we traverse through a model of Penacony was so odd. Poor Ratio had to be rolling his eyes so hard just watching a tiny Aventurine run around like that.

I feel like we didn’t learn much about Sunday last patch, but hearing him speak about how orderly and presentable we should be at all times really fits his personality. The pretty boy certainly knows how to look good and leads me like him even more..

But only for a moment as he then uses some Harmony trickery against Aventurine so he’s forced to answer his several questions truthfully, or at least that’s the feeling I got from watching this interrogation. Seeing this was quite interesting to me because there’s this anime call No Guns Life where a character by the name Tetsuro has an ability called “harmonie” which allows him to control other extends (robots basically) and they way the anime shows it looked very familiar with all the color.

Moving on, Sasuke Uchiha vibes are coming in strong with our gambler being a potential sole clan survivor, not to mention Aventurine admitting his love toward his family is something he values more than himself. Also, I don’t like this bird.. sitting there, keeping an eye on everything, even during Aventurine’s chat with Sparkle later on. I know the Family has a big Nightingale theme going on but still. Big Brother (or in this case the Family) always watching hm?

NOPE. Any small hope I had for Sunday being someone we could safely trust has flown straight out the window with this sinister smirk of his, no matter how handsomely good it makes him look here.

I love that no matter what is going on or who he’s talking to, Ratio always manages to mildly insult others without a care in the world.

So stuff about the Cornerstones gets revealed, how all Ten Stonehearts have one of their own and how very important said stones are to them, so what on earth was Aventurine doing with both his and Potaz Pazto Topaz’s? Also found it interesting how closely hers resembles Qlipoth’s body when she isn’t a Preservation unit like Aventurine is.

Sunday then gives Aventurine only 17 system hours to live and he has to spend it solving Robin’s case with little to no outside help or hints on where to begin. Talk about immense pressure. Let my man gamble in peace!

And if all that wasn’t enough to make me start feeling bad for our fancy man, we get a sad backstory featuring his sister and even learning how both their parents died! Because OF COURSE they’re setting me up to get upset about him for some reason later on in the story and now I’m so terrified because if I learned anything from anime it’s that these kinds of flashback are major red death flags.

The feeling of joy came back to me though upon seeing Topaz show up. Despite Aventurine being around and all the mentions of the IPC, I honestly wasn’t expecting her to visit Penacony at all, but I’m very pleased to see her again! She definitely grew on me after that one quest in Belobog and even though she doesn’t have access to most places on Penacony like her coworker currently does, it’s nice she’s willing to lend a helping hand to us.

It doesn’t settle well with me that none of the Bloodhounds know who Gallagher is. Ain’t he supposed to be top dog around here and in charge?

Oh red text, why must you haunt me so easily? Imagine how different all of Penacony would feel if we had the option to completely turn off subtitles. People would definitely have various opinions regarding Acheron if they knew of her ominous words or not.

I wanna chalk this up as a HI3 reference, but I can’t be sure as I’ve never played. If so, I love how they can toss in hints about Welt’s past like this.

And hers.. I imagine bits and pieces would line up with her past one way or another too.

A little while after that, we cut back to Black Swan and y’all, we FINALLY get some sort of Boothill interaction in the story! Only audio for now but I’ll take it!

Hearing about bullets, him getting annoyed about Acheron being a “galaxy ranger” and the Hunt path are wonderful ways to confirm who it is and I can’t wait to eventually see him in game.

Seems like he isn’t too thrilled with Acheron though and of course, he too knows of her Emenator status. There goes my brief hopes of them being in friendly terms and seeing them work together I suppose.

This item that Ratio gives Aventurine before he suddenly disappears (again) and how it features one of his voicelines.. hilarious. It’s like it was spoken specifically for Aventurine and no one else.

I may be a little stupid.. do we know who the other mute is? The one dead is clearly Robin, but surely the other can’t be Sunday right? He spoke perfectly fine. I’m thinking back to all the Penacony characters we’ve met and they all sound fine, aside from Sam but he’s robotic so naturally he would sound a bit different yea? Maybe we haven’t met this other mute yet, I dunno. The “again” part of Sparkle’s line makes me feel like we have met them at least once.

Sweetie, how the fuck did you manage to sneak such a dangerous device into Penacony?? Even Aventurine is concerned about how the Family doesn’t know of it.

Okay.. so the whole flashback with Aventurine being bought as a slave and used to gamble for his master is tough. I know many people speculated what the mark on his neck said, and majority did think “slave” was written, but man, the hint didin’t make this story any easier to hear. Being blessed with luck ain’t always a good thing hm? Hearing the guy say “all or nothing” and learning from Topaz about how that phrase is now Aventurine’s mantra.. oh boy.

Siobhan is gorgeous and if she was playable I’d definitely pull for her.

SERVAL MENTION HUZZAH! I’m aware they mentioned my girl during the livestream and how they’re both the rebellious ones in their respective families, but Siobhan actually wanting to meet her? Oohhh~

Okay but the fact we’re encountered so many deaths, during the many story and side quests, in a short amount of time shouldn’t be normal. The way he seems so indifferent about it too.. “so what?” like sir, people are dying.

Oh, we did indeed receive one as well. That was the invitation, wasn’t it? I thought the music box Acheron stole from Duke was something different and special for different reasons. Nevermind.

I seriously need to check back into the creepy dream we experienced last time after Sparkle knocked us out, where we encountered that memory zone meme and listen to all the shouting we heard of this Mikhail guy. I figured he had to be someone important, but the Watchmaker and betrayer of the Family? Oh dear.

I bet you anything it’s Misha. Working behind the scenes in the hotel this entire time would definitely be an effective strategy, and his technique outside battle literally stops time and that seems like the perfect kind of ability for someone named “Watchmaker.”

Gallagher wondering if this certain person is real or not is another reason I think it’s Misha because apparently no one notices his presence at all. During that one scene with us, Firefly, Acheron, Misha & Clockie last past, the girlies didn’t acknowledge Misha at all. Only us and Clockie spoke to the boy. In return, Clockie is only seen by us and Misha as well. So that’s just strange.

For a moment I wonder if Misha is actually like.. a ghost of sorts and we’re just going insane seeing visions of people and cartoon characters everywhere. But that’s all stuff I shall find out later. Hopefully. If the story decides to answer my many concerns.

(originally written on 3/28)

#honkai star rail #sunday #aventurine #acheron #black swan #sparkle #gallagher #gameplay #revsposts

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badlydrawnmanic · 1 year

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young sonic headcanons go brrr

sonic was given directly to uncle chuck as practically a newborn by aleena when he and his siblings had to be separated instead of going to that weird intermediate family first

chuck lived in a cabin in the woods (can’t have noise complaints made against you while you’re inventing if there’s no one around to hear it)

sonic was fast from the moment he could walk and keep his balance. he also learned to walk much earlier than most other infants do, much to chuck’s surprise

chuck would take sonic on “camping trips” (setting up a tent just out of view of the house) where he’d teach him practical survival things because you know how kind fatherly men are with curious children who are willing to listen

uncle chuck was taken away by swatbots when sonic was around 5, and so begins the saga of him being a wild child and having to take care of himself

he talked a lot before, but when he ended up alone on south island (i have no idea how he got there), he didn’t have anyone to talk to, so he kinda just stopped

he did learn how to understand the small animals near-flawlessly, though. they’re one of the main reasons he managed to live on his own those first couple years. he understands the flickies and squirrels the best

all the flickies on south island are blue

being completely isolated from society, he sort of regressed to having more animal-like mannerisms. he’d dig little burrows and sleep in them to stay safe from bad weather or feel safe

his “house” was a crashed plane near the beach on the west side of the island (which would eventually be repaired by tails and become the tornado)

when eggman first came to south island (when sonic was about 10), almost all of the animals disappeared, getting replaced by badniks. sonic learned they were powered by the small animals completely on accident, but when he discovered that, something clicked in him and activated that stubborn, justice-fueled drive we all know him for

the entirety of green hill zone in sonic 1 was just him trying to find out where the badniks were coming from. he didn’t start chasing eggman until after he attacked him that first time (the doctor was trying to drive any small animals out of hiding when sonic ran into him completely on accident. his attack wasn’t premeditated and he had no idea sonic was there)

sonic cd happens somewhere between sonic 1 and 2. i don’t have a lot of details on it, but sonic still didn’t know how to talk good. amy was intensely curious about this and couldn’t help but be obsessed with this cute, mysterious, very intense boy who would smile at her when he saw her and drop everything to help her out. he’s just fascinating to her (which she would later realize that she confused that inquisitive “wanting to know more” feeling for love)

after the final boss of sonic cd, sonic didn’t get to chill for very long after his 11th birthday (not like he knew what day it was) before some flickies that escaped from west side island (yellow ones) came to find him so he could help defeat eggman again. sonic genuinely thought that eggman would have left for good, so he was really mad about it

don’t ask me how he got to west side island either, he just did through sheer determination and force of will and a desire to kick that old man’s ass for being a bully again

sonic met tails between emerald hill zone act 1 and 2, realizing he was in trouble and helping scare off the older boys that were bugging him. he didn’t expect much of it, so he just smiled and sped off

tails, being 4 at the time, thought sonic was so cool, he just had to follow him! where are his parents. who’s supposed to be watching this kid

sonic didn’t realize he was being shadowed until after beating the first boss. he was really confused about tails’ presence and didn’t know how to socialize with him, but he didn’t send tails away, so the fox just kept following him

sonic 2 (game gear) actually takes place after sonic 2 (genesis)! sonic is 12 now. after following sonic back to south island, tails gets kidnapped by eggman after the doctor sees just how closely sonic had bonded with this kid, thinking tails would make good bait for a trap (unfortunately for him, sonic kicks his ass for a third time)

sonic 2 (game gear) is followed by dr robotnik’s mean bean machine and aosth (the two boys making their way to the mainland after tails fixes up the tornado)

this is where sonic gets a much more comfortable socializing with people, gets better at talking, and learns various social cues. before this, he was really awkward and confused a lot of the time. he adopted most of his mannerisms from tv shows he caught glimpses of on his travels with tails and hearing other people interact with him and each other

sonic regurgitates life lessons and advice at tails constantly because he saw that in the countless “very special episode”s of the 80s and 90s. he thought that was how normal responsible people act and/or talk to children, and tails was like… 5

aosth is followed by satam, the really early archie comics, and sonic spinball, where sonic and tails end up running into the freedom fighters and joining them in the fight against eggman!

satam is followed by underground. on his 13th birthday, sonic has a dream where the oracle tells him he has to leave and face his destiny or whatever, then sonic wakes up with his medallion around his neck. though he’s conflicted, sonic does go, leaving tails in the care of the freedom fighters for that length of time

sonic 3 (& knuckles (& siblings)) takes place during underground. the three of them end up stranded on angel island while looking for their mother and find themselves in the middle of one of eggman’s plans by sheer coincidence. i haven’t thought about this one in depth yet

sonic only learns when his birthday is because sonia told him hers (the only accurate one, given her adoptive mother actually knew when aleena had her kids), and because they’re triplets, they’d all be born on the same day. poor dummy didn’t know his own birthday until he was 14!

we’re past the classic era! sonic adventure takes place around when sonic is 15, getting mixed up with chaos by random chance again

this was one of sonic’s first times dealing with a large population of humans, the only one he’s interacted with before being eggman, so he doesn’t necessarily feel comfortable in station square while being surrounded by them. it’s why every conversation with a person in that game is incredibly brief and has a weird vibe. sonic is in an unfamiliar environment talking to these weird things he didn’t really know existed outside of eggman until now. it’s a little overwhelming and he just wants to get through it as fast as he possibly can

at the end of sonic adventure, sonic is a bit startled by the whole city cheering for him. he liked attention from smaller friend groups or crowds, but saving the vast majority of a densely populated area from a giant water snake dragon god? it’s a lot! he was pretty sheepish about it and needed a lot of time to rest afterwards. this was when he first learned to appreciate the quiet

#Sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic headcanon #Sonic headcanons #headcanon #not an ask #ooc

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unfortunate17 · 8 months

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Ooo so what fics have you been imagining exactly??

Right now, I’ve gone down the Wilmon/Young Royals hole when it comes to fics so that’s what I’ll talk about here. There are SO MANY things I want to write/read in this fandom, but some of the headcanons have been stronger than others and there’s too many for them all to be written. Anyway, without further ado:

1. I want to explore how Wilmon’s sexual dynamic changes after the video gets published. This fic would be canon compliant and take place after a lot of the events of the series have shaken out and Wilmon finally have the chance to just be. Except now they have so much time and sometimes, when you have a lot of time, things Simon’s been ignoring start to come out of the woodwork. Namely - everyone on the internet has seen him have sex. When the video first came out, while Wilhelm totally shut out the world, I want Simon to have watched it back over and over and over again, picking himself apart and drowning in the embarrassment and regret of it all. I want it so that he feels exposed now whenever he’s intimate, doesn’t want Wilhelm to get him off, doesn't want Wilhelm to even look at him, wants to be in control, and is deeply, deeply unhappy. I have this vision of the ending where Simon would finally relax again, allow himself to be vulnerable, and Wilhelm would take over with a kind of there you are, I’ve got you kind of vibe.

2. Another exploration of Simon’s arc as Wilhelm grows out of his anxiety with the support of therapy and age and friends/family. I have this line rattling around in my brain: Simon has always held a fundamental belief that Wilhelm’s hurt runs deeper than his own, that his pain is somehow more important than his own. Throughout the series, Simon takes great pride in being able to take care of or protect people, often to his own detriment. He likes being needed. And I don’t think he truly understands the difference between being needed and being wanted. As Wilhelm starts to stand on his own feet and rely less and less on Simon for emotional stability, I want Simon to feel the conflicted horror of realizing that he doesn’t want Wilhelm to get better - because what if he doesn’t need Simon anymore then? What purpose would he have in Wilhelm’s life? What if he is unwanted?

3. (I think I’m going to write this next maybe): Wilhelm is a student at Hillerska, a secretive, expensive boarding school for mutant teenagers, loosely based off of the X-Men comics. I want him to have Storm’s powers of controlling the weather/having the weather reflect his mood. While he’s at Hillerska, he meets Simon, who has seemingly no powers. Mutants are a secret to the rest of the world, and Simon says he’s basically only there because his sister is a mutant (she can talk to animals) and it would be safer for the sake of the secret and if they both boarded at Hillerska. Wille has never seen such an exception made, but he’s not about to question it because he fucking adores having Simon around. They fall for eachother slowly but surely, but Simon keeps pulling away, like he’s afraid. Long story short, Simon does have a power - a very rare one - hint hint, Rogue is my favorite character.

4. (Or maybe I’ll finish this one first instead of the super hero one) I want a fic mainly just for the dynamic of Simon getting a whiplash of Wille’s personality HAHA and I’ve never written an office romance before sooo. Wilhelm would be in some position of corporate power, a senior partner at some firm, a director somewhere etc. And he definitely only got this position because of his family connections. While he’s good at his job, he’s a little too young and a little too inexperienced to have actually worked his way up there. Simon joins in an entry-level position and he’s shocked to learn that his skip level leader is his age but when the CEO says that Wille is her son, it all starts to come together. It also doesn’t help that Wilhelm is a bit detached and uncaring as a people leader but Simon doesn’t have room to complain, he really needs to keep this job so he shuts his mouth and puts his head down. His manager, August, might potentially be worse than Simon - he keeps taking credit for other people’s work and while Simon often takes no shit, again he really needs this fucking job. Eventually, one day, Wilhelm comes over to speak to him and to Simon’s shock, he asks him out. All of Simon’s friends tell Simon not to go, that Wille is likely just using him, but Simon is too fucking curious for his own good and Wille’s easy on the eyes so he does - and it turns out that Wilhelm is actually the nicest person ever? LOL

5. (this is not going to be like, irl accurate but idc) A really angsty/melo-dramatic fic that’s summed up with: If this is their happily ever after, why aren’t they happy? I want Wilmon to be married, but for Wilhelm to remain Crown Prince. Simon absolutely loathes royal life, but he loves Wilhelm. And Wilhelm still feels a strong sense of guilt induced duty, especially now that he’s been allowed to keep Simon at his side. Still, some days he feels as though he can barely bear it. One day, they have a blow-up argument about something trivially silly and Simon goes back to his mom’s house for a few weeks to cool off. He tells Wille that he needs to reevaluate their relationship and their priorities and Wilhelm doesn’t think he’s ever been as cold as he is at that moment. The main problem is that the things that Simon hates about their life cannot be fixed - whether or not Wilhelm abdicates, he will be hounded for the rest of his life, he will never be allowed to live in a normal apartment, he will always need to have security, and the press will only become more invasive. Simon had once said that Wilhelm was worth it, but now Wilhelm’s not so sure that Simon means it anymore. Security follows Simon back to Bjarstad, where unbeknownst to Simon, they keep sending Wilhelm updates on his whereabouts and doings. Wilhelm wants them to stop, but he also misses Simon like a missing limb, so he doesn’t say anything even if he knows it's wrong. Pretty soon, Wille is looking at pictures of Simon laughing in restaurants and playing soccer out on the old field and volunteering at the local church. And despite all the benefits of Wilhelm’s wealth and power and privilege that they both have enjoyed over the years, the sentiment that Wilhelm has ruined Simon’s life has never felt more real.

#honestly there’s MORE #ty for asking though I love love talking about fic #ask

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longhands-the-second · 9 months

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Queer Trigun and why it feels so familiar to me:

(~1,500 words. Unfortunate mentions of white supremacists and general trimax subject matter incoming. Overly reliant on real world parallels. This is very much twins centric despite starting off with ww. I had a brain blast after watching stampede for the 7th time and this is very unorganized. This take is mid/incomplete and I know it.)

I’ve only read through volume 5 of Trimax, but I’ve watched both anime at least 3 times each. That being said, stampede spoilers and kind of implied Trimax spoilers. There’s one thing I know that happens with knives in the manga but I don’t have context so I didn’t include it.

Wolfwood isn’t a character I would immediately say reads as trans, but the further I get into the manga the more I feel like there’s something to that.

Traumatic puberty. Grows up VERY suddenly and in a horrific, painful way. He was functionally a child and I'm willing to bet he was treated as such. Sure he’s in his 20s now, but I can't imagine that goes away with age. People who know what you are will probably always look at you differently for it.

Trying your damn hardest to live with the hand you’ve been dealt. He has to conform to an authority or he dies, or his ‘family’ dies, or his one safe place is wiped off the fucking map.

Catholic Guilt (his relationship with religion isn’t something I’m equipped to discuss with any nuance. Apologies).

This one might be a reach, but he reminds me of when I was too insecure to take gnc people seriously. Like transmen who are also femboys, or mogai culture, or neopronouns. He tears other people (vash) down to conform to his worldview (i.e. murder is necessary and you should be able to fucking deal with it like I have all these years) instead of admitting he doesn’t want to live like that. I’m sure he knows this is wrong internally, like I did, but it’s about survival. God forbid anybody finds out you don’t just LOVE conforming to something “respectable.”

You should really get back in the box if you want to survive with any success, basically. He wants that for Vash so he can just Live. Vash is Not Fucking Having it.

That last point is why I think I generally find Vash more relatable. For the sake of this reading, he’s a more openly queer person, but from a place of privilege. He CAN afford to be accepting of people, to fight for them, to grossly over-empathize because of his position (long lived, functionally immortal because bugs bunny rules, etc etc). Irl this might be something like class and/or race (guy who knows he could flatten the planet with his “power” and is so horrified by it that it makes him feel like a monster, and the fact that he’s forced to do so makes him feel even worse [the fact that this is an innate part of him as opposed to a thing that society gives him muddies this and I recognize that]). Basically, he’s got white queer privilege, + he’s good at passing when he needs to. Wolfwood, in this scenario, does not have that. Vash realizes this post Emilio and makes it clear that he appreciates Wolfwood making an effort to change- That has to be terrifying from WW’s position.

Does this make Vash read as someone with white guilt and/or as a white savior? A little, yeah. Maybe I’m crazy (and very pale myself mind you), but this is how he’s read to me since coming back to this series. I may be able to attribute this partially to stampede just based on how Conrad likes to talk about Knives/independents as “superior in every way.” There’s no delicate way to say that Knives and crew seem just a little tiny bit like white supremacists. Do I think the Bible stuff plays into this? Yes. Am I qualified to speak on that? No. It just pokes the same place in my brain. This doesn’t necessarily need to correlate to whiteness, it’s just the nearest example in my brain to what I mean.

Now, as far as the twins being queer goes, I have a LOT to say about them. There’s hundreds of readings you could have, and I don’t want to flatten it to this metaphor specifically.

Reasons I read them both as trans and/or intersex:

From a group that is otherwise afab/afab adjacent/female coded. (Version dependent maybe. I can’t imagine we’ll get uh. Direct Confirmation in Stampede. They seem to be taking a much more alien approach.)

They are still very much plants, but they’re out of their “tanks.” Something something women being birds in a cage bc patriarchy. They’ve escaped it as long as no one finds out, but even then they have something to fall back on.

Nonhumans that were already at least a little GNC, therefore queer coded by default.

Vash has that T boy swag.

People think they’re gross, or unnatural, or a disruption.

Pretty much everything about the last few episodes of Stampede tbh.

Plants are, up to this point at least, all but stated to be angels which, generally speaking, are above gender entirely.

Regularly occurring themes of body horror frequently involving both feminine and baby imagery. (Hahahhahaha this is so much fun when you’ve got tokophobia guys it doesn’t fuck with me At All) (come back later for my ted talk on “is vash aroace or does he just hate himself? Or is it both?”)

Here’s the thing. They’re both queer. It’s just how they read. Here’s the other thing- Knives is fucking scared of humanity. To him, they’re the people who would readily rip him and his brother open just to see what makes them so strange (or for the sake of discussion, cishet people). It’s easier for him to just demonize them than grapple with the idea that most of them are Just People trying to survive.

Vash takes this to the other extreme. He affords everyone the same understanding and empathy, even if that’s not in his best interests. Even if they haven’t earned it. It’s similarly destructive but entirely focuses on him- he knows what he is, but more specifically what he’s done, and to him that means he deserves the abuse he gets from people.

To me this is the twins, who are of a species otherwise portrayed as all female, read as transmascs dealing with internalized misogyny. Hell, this whole damn thing could be about internalized misogyny. Maybe I’m telling on myself here, but that’s an incredibly compelling way for me to read Knives. I can understand him that way. I get it. Obviously he remains scummy and abusive, but the fear is something I know well. This post (Trimax spoilers) is much better at explaining a lot of this than I am and I’m eating it right up.

Knives surrounds himself with other marginalized people on purpose, so he doesn’t have to face his fear. Instead of building community, trying to fix things, he tries to make everybody fear him. He’s unironically a “kill all men” feminist. Or I guess in this case a “kill all straights”? “Kill all humans” environmental activist? You get the picture. He likes scaring them because it makes him feel like he has control. Beverage bitch needs to feel safe and he can only do that if he’s the biggest, scariest motherfucker around, and it’s not hard for him to pull that off.

In Stampede, Knives has these corpses of plants hanging around. Personally I take this as him making their suffering about him (again, kind of a privileged queer thing to do). Am I saying this would never happen to him? No. Am I saying it’s substantially less likely because of his abilities and/or appearance? Yes. He has that same kind of power that Vash does and he does NOT use it responsibly. In this way he’s kind of a Caitlyn Jenner- “fuck you, I got mine.” Less in the suck up pick me way though. I think he’s still holding on to ideas of masculinity that just hurt him.

Knives is a lot of contradictory extremes at the same time, and that’s why I think he’s so fucking fascinating. On some level, he IS doing this for his brother and other plants, but isn’t he just viewing them as extensions of himself? At what point did he go from justified fear to Human Extermination? There’s a very real and very complex way that humans and plants interact with each other. I don’t want to flatten that into making it all real world adjacent. This is just thought soup, and I would love it if y’all threw a little something in it to make it less bland.

BASICALLY, this is just one way to take a lot of this. You could take Knives in a completely opposite direction and still have a valid point. It’s all very messy idk idk.

***I am not immune to blind spots and I generally don’t post shit like this, please be patient lol.***

#trigun #trimax #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun meta #I’ve been sitting on these thoughts for a Minute #Tristamp vash is so intrinsically trans to me #listen I LOOKED LIKE THAT as a kid. I SOUNDED LIKE THAT TOO. ugh ugh ugh #I’m not ready for the rest of the manga guys I’ll combust irl

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artmakerproductions · 10 months

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Home On The Range Re:Write Part One

Disney’s “Home on the Range”, a name infamous amongst Disney and animation buffs alike. It might be a tad messy and all over the place, but hope you get a good understanding of what I am getting at.

For starters, the beginning remains the same w/ the opening song, ‘home on the range’ which leads up to our introduction to the character of Buck. Our first change would be that we’d stay w/ him on his way back into town as he’d serve as our the narrator of this tale, introducing himself. Very much in the same fashion as he does in the trailer:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r9T5XOBjFUE&t

Life for him isn’t at all the most adventurous one in contrast to other horses, ones ridden by bounty hunters and lawmen, out in the Old West, which is soon drawing to a close as towns start becoming more developed. Buck is still a show off and such, but to a less irritating and douchey degree. For him, his arc is about how sometimes in life your story isn't as the protagonist, but you can still be a contributing factor in it. We'd flashback to his youth as a colt. Buck (still narrating) was always a fiery spirit. Envious of all the other horses that stop through their town. Usually cause their rider's are there to collect the bounties. This brings us over to the ‘Patch of Heaven’ song. A big difference here is Maggie is already there, having already been for the last few months. Unlike everyone else who is in the groove, she's out of tune. Her boisterous personality a shield for her hurting heart, but the full reveal is saved for later during the flash flood aftermath. For now, we only can tell something is up but is closed off. Additionally, Grace is practically literal deaf opposed to tone deaf as she is in the film. Mrs Caloway is the head honcho keeping things organized and running smoothly. At a later point, Grace and Maggie chat and Grave brings up how Caloway was also once like Maggie. Not in the groove of things when she and Grace first arrived on the farm years ago.

As for the farm, it serves as a petting zoo too alongside being a dairy and produce farm. An absolute hit with the little kids. A highlight of the animal's day to see them visit. On the front gates is a tin can nailed w/ a sign over it that reads "donations" over it. Pearl semi-regularly rescues or adopts animals. Maggie being the latest rescue.

Sam Brown, the local Sheriff, arrives (same fashion admin the film) to tell Pearl that the bank is cracking down on debtors as money is running short with all the cattle rustling by notorious outlaw, Alameda Slim.

Instead of three days, it’s a month’s prior notice. Needing to figure out how to get some cash, like in the original, the three figure to head into town and sign up for the upcoming summer fair. Hoping that all the prize money earned will be enough. On their way they meet Lucky Jack (still having the rattler on his head) and is saved by Maggie who steps on the snake's tail which removes the reptile off his face. It slithers off. Jack introduces himself and is willing to offer any helping return for the kind deed. They decline as Caloway tells him they’re in a hurry and mustn't doodle. As they move on, Grace lets it slip they’ve gotta raise money so they don’t lose their home. Hearing this news, he is sympathetic to the cow’s predicament as he too lost his home some time ago. Jack’s whole family and himself were removed. All needing to split up due to the loss. Eventually Jack found himself a place under a schoolhouse. With nothing better to do, he started listening in and participating by copying and drawing in the dirt. Learning to read, count and write (albeit messily) in human language. The rabbit is shown the notice they had brought along and finds they need $800. Once in town they go to finally sign up. Jack punches in the numbers and, if all the animals get 1st prize, they’ll still be in need of over $750. To try and raise money, their first try is to set up a stand to sell milk and it doesn’t go so well. Spoiling in the afternoon sun. Back with Buck, he notices the trio in town and chats. At this time, the scene with Rico happens. Maggie, Grace, Jack and Caloway listen in. Jack informs them of what the exchange of cash is about and Maggie is struck with inspiration: to become a bovine trio of bounty hunters. Caloway objects as how are three cows gonna go about such an act? Maggie replies, "Who'd ever suspect a cow?" Rico takes a minor note of the three animals nearby, but just as quickly brushes it off... but not forgets.

Now with a goal set, Maggie, Calloway, Grace and Lucky Jack, are out on the hunt for wanted bandits. First order of business: tracking down the crook. Heading out to where the last sighting of them was. Them and Jack go asking around; both w/ his displaced family members who are spread out the countryside and the other animals in the area. Showing off the wanted poster of the criminal in question. More of the song, “Home on the Range” plays in the montage. By nightfall they finally locate the criminal. They sit by a fire, their horse off to the side asleep, and a wagon (no doubt stolen). Now as to how they plan to capture the bounty, they start to come up with one. It goes like what we see in the final film when they talk of capturing Slim when they get to Echo Mine. Jack looks around in the wagon finding a slingshot, rope and a frying pan; Grace and Calloway distract the horse by (with Calloway’s begrudgement) asking for assistance with retrieving her cat from a tall cactus. Jack, hiding behind Maggie who acts naturally, slings some rocks at the criminal. He takes his revolver and walks over to Maggie to look for the assailant. Right as he’s in position. Maggie lets him have it and kicks him. Before he can get up, Jack runs over and whacks him in the face with the pan. He ties him up and Maggie carries him away from the scene. Calloway and Grace split as the horse returns and finds his rider mysteriously gone.

With their bounty in hand. All they gotta do now is turn him in… but exactly how? Especially since Buck is right by the Sheriff’s place. They figure he’d just get in the way of their mission if he finds out. So, using some ink and paper left out in front of the bank, Jack writes instructions on what to do with the money. With that, they huck the criminal at the door and split. Waking up Buck and in turn waking Sam, the Sheriff, who trips on the tied up crook. By next morning, Sam does as instructed and Pearl is surprised by the visit. Sam asks if she knows what the whole deal is with the mysterious new bounty hunter, to which Pearl says she does not. As they leave, Buck looks around and notes the absence of the three cows.

With their first bounty successful, they make their way to the next one. Montage occurs of them going around the area and claiming bounties. Slowing racking up the cash needed. They have an edge on others as they can talk with the local wildlife and even members of Jack’s family too. By this point Buck gets more and more suspicious and tries to catch them in the act. As they make progress, the three cows + Jack, start getting creative with both catching the crooks and getting past him. Such as asking a lady horse a favor to lure away Buck for a moment. Soon enough word spreads about this mysterious bounty hunter that some say has the powers of a ghost or specter given that apparently none of the captured criminals have seen them. Grabbing the attention of Rico who sees this newcomer as a rival.

Meanwhile, with Alameda Slim, the Willie Brothers (being his sons in this version) call Slim and ask to be told a bedtime story, possibly even sung— er, yodelled. An annoyed Slim begrudgingly goes through w/ their request and we get a backstory. Slim and his future wife had met while robbing the same train. She, like Slim, was on the bigger side. They fell in love and lived a wonderful life of crime. Eventually she wanted to settle down and have children. Specifically a big and strong son. The triplets were born and were scrawny as twigs, but their mamma loved them so and was very protective and soft on them and had enforced this type of care for Slim to follow. Slim and her tried again another time, and their fourth son was all the things she wanted (and is out and about themselves currently and due to visit soon), but she hadn’t gotten to see it as died in childbirth. A cruel twist of fate and Slim, while he now can knock sense into the three boys, he kept true (to a degree) to his sweetheart’s wishes of caring for her baby boys and not dumping them off in the desert for the coyotes. As he finishes he leaves — and one says he’s not feeling tired. To which Slim bashes him over the head w/ his instrument. “Tired now?”. “Yy-Yes..”

A bit of a plot detail I’ll mention is the face of the infamous mass theft cattle rustler is unknown, but thanks to the idiocy of the Willie Brothers, the name is known as Alameda Slim. Basically all the law has to go off of w/ his wanted posters. Slim’s grand scheme, like in the film of going undercover as his alter identity, Samuel Yo’del, and buying all the land cheap. However, a change would be that it’s not revenge for his talent being unappreciated, but because he and his mamma lost their little piece of land to them. So, he’s now gonna have the last laugh as he is to loan the land for big prices. That’s right, not sell, loan. Therefore keeping ownership in his [fake] name forever. With it suspected the Old West will reach an end by the century and become a more developed land with a growth of cities, his plan is that if they want his land, they must pay his prices forever. Thus becoming rich and wealthy for the rest of his days till old age.

Back with the cow trio and Jack, the due date is rapidly approaching. Finding that they’re still just short of the $800 total by $550. Jack calculates they’d need another two months of bounty hunting to reach it. Needing a big catch fast, Calloway finally agrees that they go after Slim who’s bounty is $640 which is more than enough to make the pay. Maggie is more than happy about it… almost too happy. In the earlier montage, she had been bugging Calloway about going after Slim several times, who objected as he was a cattle rustler and thus it’d put themselves in the chance of getting stolen away also, given the man’s success rate. With their last bounty brought in before setting off to catch Slim, Buck at long last catches them and wants in. Initially not wanting him to join as they think he’d want a big cut of the money and would just get in the way. He does not w/ the former and only wants in on the action. With the deadline so close, three days, and the possibility of needing a fast return into town with the bounty, they agree to let Buck join them. Off they go to collect their final bounty. Elsewhere, Rico is off in the distance by a cliff watching the rag tag bunch of animals through his binoculars…

END OF PART ONE

#home on the range #disney #disney animation #rewrite #text

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gremlingottoosilly · 4 months

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Lego still not sponsoring me (dark!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is a nerd who needs to get sprayed with water for being a fucking creep. You're an adorable cashier at the Lego Store in Berlin who doesn't know any better and is too nice to lose. He will have you. Mostly because he wants someone to do his Lego sets with.

Details count: 2922 AO3 TW and Tags: Dub-con/Non-con, age gap, size difference, kidnapping, awkward colonel Konig, nerd Konig, hurt/comfort, Konig's POV(mostly), awkward German, yandere Konig.

You didn’t want to build Millenium Falcon with him.

You didn’t want to shower or eat, you didn’t want to do anything besides crying, and even though your tears, as he expected, were beautiful and adorable, it was kinda hard for König to take care of your mental and physical needs while he was rock hard from watching you cry so sweetly.

König is patient, kind, and a model citizen through and through. Why are you upset? He is doing everything he can, just to make you smile! Seriously, Schatzi, the desire to make him as miserable as you possibly can doesn’t make you pretty or cute or even the least bit adorable. Good thing that he is used to feeling sad and kinda of bullied – you’re lucky he doesn’t even try to feel good anymore. Not in his destiny book to live a good life. — I brought food.

You groan lightly, whimpering somewhere in the corner of his basement. To your justification, his basement is a bit dirty. He forgot to visit the house for months after deployment, which was never enough to fill out the blanks of loneliness in the empty rooms. His dogshits methods of choosing decorations also made the mere existence in the house a hard mission even in itself. He looked at the anime posters in the guest rooms, which made him want to sell the property to anyone willing to pay 50 Euros for the processing fees. The posters(Sword Art Online because why the hell not, he likes cool swords and a power fantasy about a loser getting the chick) and artwork of his queen and savior, The Busty Blond Lady From Fate because, unlike those waifu-obsessed freaks, he did have a life and not enough time to actually remember her name. Something about light sabers. Or cats. — Are you going to kill me?

He sighs because you sound like a broken record. All the time – the questions about his intentions, like you can’t see the tent in his pants every time you open your eyes, about letting you go, about at least allowing you to text your family that you decided to change your country of residence and would need to revoke your German visa. You’re way more soft than he thought you’d initially be – no fighting, no arguing, just pure terror and desire to die every time his hands brush over you. König is a sweet guy, as sweet as someone like him can be – but he only has a few weeks until his next mission, and even a few days of your moping around is bound to make him not just blue-balled, but also very, extremely, offensively hot-headed.

He spent two days with you chained up in his basement and, he thinks, that should be enough for foreplay. He is extremely generous and kind – usually, at this point, he’d already start breaking the fingers of whoever poor fuck is his torture victim for the mission.

— I don’t want to kill you.

You whimper – somehow, his answer didn’t calm you down. Fucking women and their inability to talk to their kidnappers – he considers spiking your food just this once, so he could have a nice session with your little drunk self and some roofies but, of course, he is a nice guy who brought you takeout in a reheatable container, with a cute plastic fork and some sparkling water in a glass, just so you won’t feel like he is making you eat some garbage. It’s good food, too – he’d love to cook like this, but the heights of his skills are runny eggs and burnt coffee. He hopes you like the Italian because it’s the most inoffensive stuff he could have brought you without resorting to pizza and cup noodles. He will never let you eat cup noodles on his watch.

— Are you going to rape me?

He can’t exactly say no because, as a matter of fact, pulling your cute body under his is one of his intentions. He wanted to do it since he was you in this fucking store, but, of course. saying this to a pretty girl is lame. And completely counter-productive. And would make him a villain in your eyes, even though he tries so fucking hard to be a hero. He can make you feel good if you were to just open your pretty legs for him and moan under his tongue – god knows, he wants to make you feel good. He wonders what would it take for him to please you. If he could have a full-time job at this.

— Nein. Thought I told you already.

— I don’t…I shouldn’t believe you.

He shook his head, pushing the plate(he had to go out of his way to actually put the pasta from the tray to a proper plate, enjoy this, woman) towards you. You’re adorable like this – naked, trembling, a bit too weak to actually fight him over not eating anything for the past two days – you’re repeating the same conversation over and over again and König wouldn’t mind living in a groundhog day if the loop would end with his fucking you on that thin mattress each time.

Speaking of mattresses – he needs to get you a thicker one.

Speaking of thicker mattresses – he needs to relocate you into his bedroom as soon as possible.

Speaking of his bedroom – he is fucking bricked.

— If you don’t trust me, why do you ask?

You bite your lips. He can see you’re hungry and thirsty – he doesn’t want to forcefully feed you, so, yeah, you better be very hungry very soon. He pushes the plate towards you, hoping you won’t launch it on his head. He survived worse, a 6’4 British dude in a ski mask falling on him with the speed of Brexit, but getting hit by a plate when your angry girlfriend is being an angry girlfriend is…the best thing that could ever happen to him, actually. Gott, he is miserable.

— I…I don’t know. Don’t want to get killed.

— I won’t kill you.

— But you will hurt me.

— I don’t have to do that, Liebling.

No, he doesn’t.

But he sees the way your plushy thighs are squeezing into that tiny corner where your mat is, your squishy body getting all shaky and trembly, your lips in a tight line with tiny blood droplets from biting on them too much – and, by his fucking god, you’re beautiful. He wants to make you wet, to make you squirm, to make you beg and cry for mercy as he pounds into the sweetness of your cunt. He wants to try you on the inside and out, lick you all over from the inside, and then make you lick your love juices from his lips.

König knows he is hard and can’t really hide it – it’s useless now, really, he is being very nice and considerate to you. Changing your life is hard, especially with how quickly you moved to his place – like a good boyfriend, he should help you adjust. And aid you in recognizing that he is, in fact, your boyfriend and future husband. The perfect partner to ever exist. — What is it?

— Pasta. It’s…it’s good. Should be good. He is nervous, anxious. Seeing a pretty girl in her natural habitat – a Lego store – is one thing. He was barely able to talk to you properly, especially right after his deployment, where the only female attention he ever got was Roze asking to cover her or additional female soldiers groaning in pain as he stomped them. But you…he shouldn’t be colonel around you – absolutely not. You’re soft and civilian, you’re as polite as a girl in a basement could be, and you deserve to have something nice for once in your life. Licking his lips, König gently picks up a fork and presses a small amount of pasta – rich, creamy, with some nice cheese that smells divine - -against your lips.

You refuse.

A smart move, he could have poisoned it – so he thinks for a few seconds, staring at you like a smart girlie you are, and then – lifts his hood. If only barely, revealing his scarred chin and bruised lips. The initial swelling after getting his head bumped by a guy who was speaking like an edgy teenager in the Counter-Strike lobby was already gone by the time he managed to get you into his basement – but no amount of rest could hide all other marks from his job.

Despite being a seasoned mercenary with hundreds of killed targets and completed objectives, he feels…insecure. You’re a nice girl, a good girl, the type that used to look at him with hatred while he was bullied at school. Hatred or pity – but you only look at him with fear, and it cements his understanding that you’re not going to give in to loving him so easily.

König sighs deeply, his lips, curved into that awkward, boyish smile that creeps on his face every time he as much as thinks about you, now transforming into a scowl as you proceed to whimper and try to get lost in the wall behind you. Like he wouldn’t be able to track your scent if you would disappear. He slowly presses his fork towards his mouth, chewing on the food – showing you that it’s not poisoned.

He smiles again when he sees you slowly parting your lips, expecting him to feed you with less of a fuss. He’d propose something else – maybe even untying your hands and allowing you to actually for yourself, but something in your helpless state made his cock throb in his pants. God, König knows he isn’t his strongest soldier, but could he please make you less adorable? He doesn’t want to push you on your knees and make you suck on him until he whimpers, but the way you lick all of the cheese from your lips and try your best to look presentable in front of him… The process of feeding someone shouldn’t really be sexual, but König gently pushes the hair away from your face and lifts up the fork over and over, sometimes only changing to bring a glass of water to your lips. He can do this all day. Every day. Pleasing you already becomes second nature – and he spends most of his life thinking that the only thing he can take care of is his rifle and a few tortured enemies that need their teeth extracted. You require gentle handling – and he wants nothing more but to give you that. Just…a bit later. Preferably after the already came in your pussy at least two or three times and made you choke on his dick as a little thank-you gift.

You finish eating after a short while, thanking him for bringing you a napkin to clean your lips. König gently caresses your head, enjoying the sensation of your hair under his palm – it’s like petting a cat. A soft little pet just for him and no one else – if only he could actually bring you to like him. He has a few bond activities in mind, though. — You liked it, ja?

You lick your lips again, and his breath hitches. This is going to be hard, this is going to be impossible, it’s worse than having to work with high Krueger on a ship that made everyone feel like they were the ones doing crack in the backroom of their makeshift base.

— I…I did.

He pets your head again like you’re his pet – and you gently move your head to lean into his touch. Perhaps you’re dumber than he thinks. Or way smarter – a clever strategy to make him relax and nice to you without making him too suspicious. You slowly get back into your corner, but König wouldn’t have any of it – he drags you back by your arm, making you whimper and sob in his hold. It’s bad, he doesn’t want you to squirm from under him as much as you do, but…if you don’t want to be a good girl, he might as well force you to.

You cry as he pushes you deep into the corner, his hands roaming over your body. Thank god he ripped your clothes before you woke up – now there isn’t anything protecting you from his hands, not even that adorable bra he ripped in pieces because, as much as he loved wearing a uniform with straps and buttons everywhere, he could not figure out how to take this thing off you without breaking it. The last time he was sleeping with a woman, she wore a sports bra that could be taken off easily. It’s your fault that you decided to be more girly, really. Not his.

His hands cup your breasts roughly. Tugs and twists your nipples, a few shaky moans telling him exactly how sensitive you are – he might not have a girl in a hot minute, too busy with being the best freaking mercenary in the world, but even he knows how to take care of a pretty thing like you. Your tits fit in his hands perfectly, even more, reasons to believe you were just made for him. Not for some lame job at a Lego store counter – you should be waiting on your knees in his bedroom, with your mouth open wide and neat to fit his cock right in. With some sweet things lingering on your tongue as he bullies himself right in, getting what he deserves for protecting peace – and installing violence – while doing his job. He might not be the best freaking guy around, but he deserves something nice.

He pinches your nipples until they’re firm and swollen, every little cry escaping from your lips is only encouraging him to proceed. Licks on the open skin of your neck until his eneve stubble makes you whimper from how sensitive you are – it should be painful, he thinks, with how bloody the little bite marks from his teeth have become.

König marks you as thoroughly as possible, smiling each time you cry and beg for him to stop. You’re changing between bad German and good English, between loud cries and small whimpers, which he can’t determine from pleasure to pain. Not like he cares, too determined to make you cry his name – even though you probably don’t know it. All of his desires to claim you taking full power now, not listening to the way you plead with him. Whimper for him. Your skin is a clear canvas, allowing him to paint you with hickeys and marks, enjoying the little blood droplets covering your collarbones.

— Quiet, please. Don’t…don’t move, Schatzi. I don’t want to hurt you.

— Please, please, just…anything but… — Won’t take long. Promise.

— I don’t want to- — Quiet. I know you don’t, Liebling. Just…Scheisse, you…fuck.

— Stop! — Can’t. I apologize, Schatzen. Relax for me, ja?

He whispers, he whimpers, he is almost out of his mind when he can finally put his tongue on your swollen nipples. For some weird, depraved reason, he almost expects the milk to start flowing from your chest, allowing him to drink up as much as he wants. If he could get you pregnant, he might enjoy it for a few months – although having a kid on his hip isn’t as fun as it could have. He tried to babysit Hutch kids once when he brought them to base – and it was the worst fucking day of his life. Besides, little children can’t be around Legos – it's already a deal breaker for someone like him.

Speaking of legos…

You wiggle in his grasp, as good as you can with your hands still in the handcuffs – he should give you that one, at least you aren’t just laying lifelessly in front of him. At least you’re putting up a fight. At least he doesn’t feel too bad about restraining you without proper reasoning. You lick your lips again, that cute tongue of yours going over all the bite marks. You take a deep breath, shaking in his hold. God, he can just look in your face the whole day – barely knows how to handle himself around you. — I…I thought you wanted to…build this set with me? Smart girl. Way smarter than he gave you credit for – you know how to make him stop in his tracks and finally look at you differently. Maybe, you’re too good for him. Maybe, he doesn’t really care about that. Millennium Falcon, still sitting in the box – König hoped you’d start slowly putting it together but, seemingly, you need a bit of encouragement. The only thing that could tug him away from your breasts is the expensive set sitting just next to him.

Might start bonding with you as well. He tugs away from your nipples with a loud pop, an obnoxiously wet sound emerging as a thin line of saliva connects your breasts and his tongue. You whimper when he smiles, that scarred face of his twisting in a huge grin. Knows he’s not the most charming person around, but it’s not like you have any choice now – not with the limited options he gave you. Like a good girl, you’d probably pick doing Lego Sets with him than taking his cock in that tight pussy of yours. He’d be satisfied with any outcome. — J…ja. I’d like that. He has to give this one to you – you really know how to get a man going.

Bu building this insane set with him, that is.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #call of duty #yandere cod #cod x you #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig cod #lego

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violette-hue · 1 year

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Congrats on the 1k followers 🥳 I can never 😭 Can I have a Naruto matchup but if you don’t know that I would settle for Spy x family or Haikyuu

Prompt : “I didn’t have anywhere else to go”

Looks : I am 5”3. I have black wavy hair that’s up to my back but I put in a ponytail most of the time. I have hazel eyes that are round and have a mole under my right eye. I also have honey skin. I’m a girl btw.

Personality: I am an Aquarius and Intj. I am also Bi. At first glance, I appear to have a methodical demeanour, and am always composed. My way of thinking is very practical and logical, so I won't engage in things that do not concern me or need my interference. For those who spend more time with me, however, I am a very intelligent, patient and kind person who has unconditional devotion to my work, family, and friends. I tend to throw playful verbal jabs and crack jokes, though I must admit most people don't tend to understand my humour. That being said, my treatment towards people I don’t like severely differs from how i treat everyone else, to the point that they describe me as "frigid, reserved, and barely flickering with emotion" ( My friends and family gave this description and I hate my sis) This, of course, is far from the truth, as I merely have control of my emotions, which is important for someone in my eyes. I am not without my vulnerable moments and will cry alone when I need to. I might be hard working but unlike the family I grew up in, I am not the most energetic, except with her best friend and sister . I tend to be blunt, not caring to beat around the bush unless it's for more delicate matters, and can snap at others if pushed too far. As a kid I spent most of the time inside studying, but my introverted self didn’t seem to be bothered by that decision. I was always joyous, innocent and naive as a kid but as I grew older I realised that in order to live a better life I need to be firm on herself. I am also hopelessly romantic. ( My friends and family described me as this, and I think it sort of suits )

Likes and Dislikes: I love reading and watching anime. I also love cats and chocolate ( my partner better back of my sweets )

I absolutely hate insects that crawl ( Sorry Shino )

Type : I have a thing for dark hair people or a blonde, bonus points if they have pretty eyes. They have to be mature and can take care of themselves, but love to get babied around since it’s adorable. I love boys that give of a mysterious vibe and that’s hot. Someone who isn’t afraid to speak up from themselves and their loved ones. They are willing to sacrifice if it means the people they love live on. Someone who can help me loosen up my strings and make me more energetic. The sun to my moon. The Yang to my yin. They have a certain goal and will do anything to achieve it. In a short example I like boy who are smart, ambitious, stubborn, joyful yet they have a sweet soft reserved for some

A/N: I love Naruto! I’ve also seen Spy x Family (though I’m not caught up yet). I hope you enjoy 💕

TW: fire, burning building, loosing a home due a fire, fluff

Fandom: Naruto (Neji x Reader)

The night had started peacefully enough. It was one of those quiet, cool nights with a crisp breath. You had relished in the wind as you walked home that night. Today’s mission had turned out to be a little more of a hassle than you thought. You were just glad Neji was there to back you up. You smiled as you rounded a corner onto the block where your house was.

Immediately you knew something wasn’t right. It was warmer here, and there were black ashes in the wind. Your instincts took over and you ran home. Only to find your home wasn’t a home anymore. What was left of the small apartment building was engulfed in flames, the rest embers.

They had said a neighbor’s heater caused the fire. Some scarf or blanket put atop it, they said. Now you had nowhere to go.

You walked aimlessly for what seemed like hours. The moon had reached its peak by the time you walked up to familiar, traditional doors. This was Neji’s place. You knocked softly and waited for an answer. Neji answered the door moments later.

“Y/N?” he rasped, sleep coating his voice.

Tears welled in your eyes. You supposed you’d cry, but why was this the trigger of all things? You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

You choked on a small cry as Neji scooped you in a hug. He had always been softer with you, more kind. He shushed you softly as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“It’s okay. Stay with me. We’ll take one thing at a time.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “It’ll be okay.”

Maybe it was the way he kissed your temple softly, but you believed him.

#thank you!#i hope you enjoy!#matchups #fandom match ups #match up #naruto #Naruto matchups #Neji x reader #Neji x you #Neji x y/n #Neji Drabble #neji imagine

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koolkat9 · 1 year

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Fanfic when Matthew and Alfred are home alone and a tornado happens (but with no damage and some FRUK)

Rating: T

Relationship: FACE Family, FrUk, NA Bros

Word Count: 1471

Author's Note: This got kind of rushed halfway through because of how long I took to get to it. But I think it still turned out okay. This is based pretty much on the headcanon post I made with a similar prompt to this. Also the song Matthew and Al sing is called "Scarborough Fair"

Safe and Sound

Matthew stared intently out the window. The wind whipped around outside, tree branches clawing at each other, menacing clouds rolled in overhead. A storm was brewing, and it looked like a bad one.

Alfred appeared oblivious to the oncoming chaos as he clicked away at his game controller, shouting at the monsters in the T.V. Sometimes Matthew wished he could be as laidback and carefree as Alfred.

But then, that ever-haunting alarm rang through the house from their phones. Matthew nearly dropped his phone as he pulled it out of his sweatshirt pocket. In capital letters, TORNADO WARNING flashed across his screen.

“Uh…M-Mattie…” Alfred squeaked. He was peeking over the couch, not at Matthew, but outside the window.

Matthew followed his gaze to see a dark funnel in the distance. “We need to go. Get some blankets, water…uh…Flashlight. I’ll call Papa and Dad, then meet you in the bathroom in the basement.”

Alfred gave him a hesitant look but nodded. “Okay…”

Matthew watched his brother run upstairs. With a shaky hand, he hit his Papa’s number and lifted the phone to his ear. It felt like the dial was never-ending, but finally Papa picked up.

“Matthieu?” Came his father’s frantic voice, “Where are you, mon chou? Please tell me you and Alfred are in the basement.”

“W-W-We’re just about to go down.” The windows rattled as the wind pressed against them, distracting Matthew for a moment before his father snapped him back to reality. “We’re just gathering some items.”

“Okay…Okay. Just please, please get in the basement. Don’t hang up on me until both of you are–”

The line went dead. The signal had been knocked out.

Panic gripped Matthew’s chest, but he willed himself to head into the kitchen to grab some snacks.

Alfred was already there with the blankets, flashlights, and some stuffed animals. Matthew collected the water, crackers, granola bars, and a few cookies. Wordlessly, he guided Alfred downstairs and to the bathroom.

Matthew closed the bathroom door and joined his brother who had wrapped himself in a blanket, curled up on the floor, squeezing his teddy bear against his chest.

He grabbed his own blanket and a moose stuffy and cuddled close to his brother.

Just when Matthew thought his heart had settled, the crashing started. Alfred visibly jumped as the tornado tore through their neighbourhood. Hot tears streamed down Alfred’s face as he pressed his hands against his ears.

Matthew swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes burning. He couldn’t cry, he wouldn’t cry. He had to remain calm for Alfred. What would Dad and Papa do?

He started with a quiet hum, a tune he heard Dad singing absentmindedly as he cleaned or prepared his tea. Now if only he could remember the lyrics.

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair:

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.”

Alfred’s eyes shifted over to him.

“Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Without no seams nor needlework,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.”

“Tell her to find me an acre of land:” Alfred sang, joining Matthew in the second verse.

“Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;

Between the salt water and the sea strands,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.”

And as the storm raged on above, the two boys sang through all the songs their parents would sing to them when they were scared. By the time they reached the end of their list, the tornado seemed to have passed. Though they were now safe, when their eyes met, there was a wordless agreement they’d stay in the bathroom until their parents got home.

- - -

“We have to get home,” Arthur growled, already storming over to the store’s exit.

“Are you crazy?” Francis shrieked, “No way we can drive in this weather.”

“And there is no way we can leave our boys alone during a tornado.”

Francis’s brows furrowed. “W-We don’t even know if it will be anywhere near them. And if it is, they’ll manage. What good will it be if–”

But Arthur was already heading out the door, gripping his keys. Francis gave a long sigh before chasing after their impulsive husband. The Brit would owe him big time.

The wind shook the car as the couple attempted to make their way home. Francis swore they were going to get blown off the road at this point. “Arthur…we need to stop,” he pleaded, holding onto Arthur’s arm for dear life.

Arthur ignored him, picking up speed.

Then, Francis spotted a funnel forming in the distance to their left.

“Pull over,” Francis demanded, voice harsh.

“We-”

“Goddamn it Arthur Kirkland-Bonnefoy, we’re going to get killed at this rate. And what then hm? How do you think the boys will feel if that happens?”

The Englishman’s face reddened, biting his lip. He glanced over at the tornado making its way toward them. He veered the car over to the side.

If only Arthur had chosen the reasonable option sooner when they were still in town, but at least they were stopping now and could take cover in a nearby ditch. Not ideal, especially to Francis as he thought about how dirty he was going to get, but it would be better than being caught in a tornado.

Francis huddled closer to Arthur as the winds picked up.

“I’m surprised the princess isn’t complaining about their precious clothes getting muddy,” Arthur chuckled weakly.

Francis didn’t laugh. They buried their face in Arthur’s neck instead. And that was when Arthur knew he had fucked up with this.

Wrapping an arm around his husband, Arthur buried his nose in Francis’s hair.

“You know?” Arthur began again, “This reminds me of the time Alastair locked me outside during a thunderstorm.”

“What?”

“I had revealed to his friends he still slept with stuffed animals, so he locked me out in the rain. He hadn’t realized that it was a full-on storm with damaging winds. Luckily I found shelter in a hole at the bottom of a tree trunk.”

“That’s horrible. Though you were a bit of a brat.”

“Hey, it's what brothers do.”

As they waited for the wind to settle, the two lovers exchange stories to distract themselves from their situation. However, the fear remained through the way they gripped each other as if one of them would be gone in an instant.

But soon, the nightmare was over. The winds died down, and a few rays of sun cracked through the clouds.

Francis and Arthur stared at each for a moment, goofy grins on each other’s faces. Francis leaned in, and Arthur met him halfway, connecting their lips, pouring their love, happiness, and relief into it.

“We better get home,” Francis sighed as they pulled away.

“Mhm.”

- - -

The yard was a mess with twigs and garbage when Francis and Arthur arrived home, but at least the house was still standing and the tree in their front yard hadn’t been uprooted. There would be plenty of time for clean up, but right now their children were all that mattered.

The two barged into the house. “Al, Matthieu? Francis called, frantically running from room to room, looking for their children. “Where are you?”

“It's safe to come out now,” Arthur added.

Thumping came from the basement stair and soon Matthew and Alfred emerged, both wrapped in blankets and holding onto a stuffed animal.

Matthew immediately ran over to Arthur and clung to him. Alfred on the other hand hung back, though both Arthur and Francis could tell he was just as shaken by the ordeal.

Francis made his way over to Alfred and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Good, you’re both in one piece. You made your father worried.”

“Really,” Matthew whispered timidly, face still buried in Arthur’s shirt.

“Well…Um…” Arthur stammered, “I wouldn’t say ‘worried’ but–”

“Oh please amour. You literally made us drive out in the middle of it all.”

The boys looked at Arthur wide-eyed. The Englishman blushed. “Okay…Maybe I was a little worried.”

Francis smiled and kissed his husband on the cheek. “And there is no shame in that. Just please…” He looked over his husband and children. “Never do something so reckless again. That goes for all of you.”

“Fine,” the three said in unison.

“Now how about some stories and games while we wait for the power to come back on,” Francis proposed.

“Heck yeah!” Alfred cheered, already darting over to the closet where they kept the board games.

“Are you okay Matthieu,” Francis asked, rubbing up and down their son’s back.

“I’ll be okay,” Matthew murmured, peeking over at his Papa.

“Come now lad,” Arthur beamed, “Let’s beat Al in Monopoly.”

Matthew gave a timid smile and nodded.

#hetalia #face family #na bros #fruk #ukfr #hws england #hws france #hws canada #hws america #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #fanfiction prompts

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so I had a few people asking if they could hear how I thought the trio from Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Winry and Alphonse) have some similarities or parallels to Hunter, Willow and Gus. Fair warning I haven’t watch FMA in its entirety in quite some time so most of what I’ll be saying is from memory and random YouTube clips.

So since I forgot a lot about the dynamic between Ed and Alphonse in the show I won’t really go into depth with that besides just saying that in TOH they seem to be pushing for an older brother-younger brother dynamic with Hunter and Gus, as per the last scene of the season two finale and Dana’s official art where he has his arm wrapped around both Gus and Willow.

Also wanted to point out that their personalities seem to be a little similar at least to me. While Hunter may not be AS abrasive as Ed, I definitely saw the similarities in LR where Hunter told Gus to stop being foolish” and Gus was like, “yeah alright tough guy let’s keep moving” it seems similar to the way the elric brothers personalities are that way to compliment each other. With Alphonse being more compassionate, level headed and patient with a much higher maturity level than his brother who is more stubborn, strong willed, sarcastic and impatient.

Now of course that’s how Ed is on the outside, but the more you watch the show you get to see that he is extremely loyal, and has a lot of compassion. He also struggles with a guilt complex where he solely blames himself on what happened to his mother and his brother and because of that, tries to take on everything by himself and only accepting help from his brother. Over time he realizes that he doesn’t have to do that, and he has friends around him that he can rely on and share his burdens with.

Which reminds me a lot of Hunter, and how we have seen him constantly push away help from others whether it’s Luz (in Hunting Palismen & Hollow Mind), Gus (in Labyrinth Runners) or Willow (at the end of Any Sport In A Storm). But over time we see him grow and start to rely on those same people and in others despite what he’s been through with Belos and how he may have that survivors guilt.

And with Gus and Alphonse, they both have that kinda one up over their protective older brothers either in a sense of maturity or intelligence. But they are still overly kind and compassionate to the people around them, whether they had malicious intentions or not.

(Side note is that Gus and Hunter also seem to share having an imposter syndrome.)

I don’t know if I explained the similarities with those two extremely well just because I’m used to thinking these things and not actually writing them down but TLDR: they both share a sibling relationship and their individual personalities are also very similar to one another.

Now to move on to the other side that I think is very similar and that’s between Edward and Winry, and Hunter with Willow.

Now, personally Edward and Winry is probably one of the best ships on all of shounen anime just because of how well done it is.

We see them for most of the series as childhood friends and even as family, Alphonse and Ed both care about her a lot and consider her to be a sister to them and Edward even argues with her more than he does his own brother. However, their bond is different than compared with Alphonse and Winry as Ed and her are both really stubborn and always seemed to be at odds with each other.

BUT! With Winry being Ed’s automail mechanic, she’s been his support system, not only with that but emotionally as well. Edward never outright admitted that he had romantic feelings for Winry but as the series goes on you can see their dynamic change and grow (plus he always got flustered when people would ask if they were together) and by the end he ends up proposing to her by saying “I’ll give half of my life to you if you give half of yours to me”

(Not to be that person but the proposal and then Hunter and Willow having this half a witch thing in common? Dana I’m in your walls)

But with Winry we actually see her come to terms with the fact that she has been falling for Edward and even admits to herself that she’s in love with him, but it doesn’t really make their dynamic awkward after she realized it, if anything it made it stronger. (Also she never got flustered after she realized she fell in love, until he proposed so I just thought I’d mention that because a lot of people think that Willow needs to blush or be flustered in order to show that she cares and likes Hunter back when she really doesn’t.)

(Adding quickly the similar personalities with Winry and Willow not only being extremely kind and empathetic but very strong willed and passionate about the things they love. Also being the emotional support for their friends when the time calls for it.)

With the show setting up Willow being one of the first people to give Hunter a second chance and to be there for him emotionally, I’m very eager to see how they will handle their relationship in season three since we have the idea that Hunter has developed a crush on her over the time they have been talking on screen and off.

Considering that I’m pretty sure Dana likes FMA and some of the crew does as well, and this isn’t the first time there’s been similarities in TOH with FMA, I wouldn’t be surprised if this trio will be another one with the main trio from FMA.

Willow, Gus, and Hunter all care about each other in different ways, similar to Edward, Winry and Alphonse and in the end it sort of gives off that vibe of “the older brother got a girlfriend and they love the younger brother unconditionally.”

I’m pretty sure I did NOT explain this the way I wanted to but if you got the overall theme of what I was trying to say that’s all that matters, not to mention in the romantic aspect of it Winry and Edward never once kissed on screen, and their relationship was more on how they acted around each other and how they could support one another. Which I’m pretty sure is what the theme is going for with Hunter and Willow, and if the series was longer we could’ve gotten more of that development.

Anyways, I hope this helped into understanding what I meant with my last post, hopefully I didn’t make it more confusing if anything I would suggest watching clips of how all the FMA main characters act with one another on YouTube to understand a bit more on what I’m saying.

Dana if I’m right in season three, I will be coming out of your walls.

#hunter (toh)#the owl house #willow park #gus porter #emerald trio #huntlow

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