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hotvinimon · 4 months

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Valentines Day With Sub!Boyfriend Izuku ?

Sub Boyfriend Izuku Midoriya Headcanons and small fics in between.

Plot : It's Valentines. And what's the best gift for your oh so innocent and cute sub boyfie Izuku Midoriya ?

Author’s note : I hope you really like this. I'm sorry for posting this so late after Valentines. Also this fic is 18+. Minors do not interact.

Warnings : MDNI. NSFW. 18+. Gag, Handjob, overstimulation. The images are not mine. Credits to the owner.

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If you had a slightest thought that Izuku would be the one who would shower his s/o with gifts on valentines like he doesn’t do that already on normal days, then you are hundred and one percent right.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who comes at your place at 6 in the morning to surprise you with tons of heart shape thingies ?? Heart shaped balloons, Heart shaped red velvet cake, Heart shaped Chocolates, Heart Shaped Cupcakes. You name a thing and he has it there, and that too in a heart shape.

“Who is- O my god Izu ??? What are you doing here this early ??” Rubbing off the drool from your chin you looked at Izuku with wide eyes who was almost carrying a mini bakery in his hands. “I was just excited to see you. Be my valentines ??” he extends all the stuff he was carrying in his arms and gives you the sweetest smile ever that you could never refuse to. Like you could ever say no to him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would show you each and everything he for you.

“Gosh Izu~ this is too much. How would I eat everything ??” you chuckled at his sweet gesture. “But I really appreciate you for doing all this. How about I show you something that I got for you ?”.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would become really excited about your reaction that you could almost see his imaginary tail wagging and perked up ears.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gets a mini shock attack when you give him a kiss t-shirt ?? He wants all them on his lips. He Would definitely beg you to kiss him with non-stain proof lipstick all over him.

"Did you made this ?" He was really whipped. "Yes Baby. Do you like it ?" "OFCOURSE I DO. CAN I HAVE THEM ON MY LIPS ??" "ofcourse baby." You chuckled at his energy.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku would point out every empty space on his body.

"And here" "Here too" "There is some space as well !!"

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would be confused when you would tell him that the gift is still waiting for him. But his confusion is replaced with hard breath and blood rush when you come out of the wardrobe in a very sexy piece. Small ribbon bows tied on your stiff nipples and covered with a very shear see through net top, garter belt attached with lacy thongs decorated with an embroided "IZUKU" in front and a pom pom ball in the back, mist sprayed all over your body giving an illusion of sweat, your half lidded eyes eye fucking him and your glossy lips parted just for him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who can feel his boner strapped tight in his jeans that's rubbing with every movement of his body. He tries to adjust himself under your gaze and he props himself up, attempting to hide the massive bulge.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who shudders when you chuckle and prop yourself on his lap, right above his ehm ehm. You give his lips a peck, then take his breath away by sliding your tongue over his. He's so stunned he almost forgets to kiss you back, until he regains an inch of composure and starts licking and sucking at you.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gets absolute pufferfish when you ask him to word what he wants. He blushes and tries to tell you but gets absolutely crazy when you distract him by planting butterflies on his neck, poking and picking his nipples and grinding his tent through his jeans.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who becomes a stuttering mess and can’t even form proper words. But whenever he tries, gets poked or teased by you. He feels his jeans staining and mouth drooling. He knows better to tell you than keeping his words to himself.

"Baby, tell me," your delicate fingers trace the ink up his neck to where it stops at his jaw, "tell me what you need." "W-want-" he stutters and breathes hard. You smile sweetly, giving a kitten lick to his neck. “Hmm ?? what were you saying ?? you need to tell me what you want” “I-It it… Hu… hur” he again shuts up when you slowly grind his nipples with yours. “What is it Zuku ?? kitten I can’t help you if you don’t tell me. You’ll tell mommy what you want right ??” you mewl at him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who short circuited when he heard you. The new nick name travelled straight to his dick

“Mm… Momm… Mommyy… It-It-Hr-hurts.” Izuku complains with fat tears in his eyes.

“Where does it hurt baby ?” you coo at him. “H-Here.” C-could you please k-kiss it better ??” Izuku points out at the massive tent that you are grinding on past few minutes. “is this,” you look up at him through narrowed eyes, “is this where it hurts, love?” Another small twitch is felt, a nonverbal answer. “you want me to kiss this better, do you?” You tilt your head to the side, silently urging him to say it out loud himself.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who nods frantically, his breath shallow and rapid, unable to form coherent words to express his urgent need and the intensity of his longing that he's been holding onto for what feels like an eternity.- what he’s willing to do for if, it’s all the confirmation you need to pull his pants down without wasting a second.

he’s hard, painfully so. Unable to resist, you reach for the tip, softly hovering at his clothed lenght, almost teasing him . “aww,” You flicked his cock beneath his boxers that sprang back once again “my darling baby.” A squeal escapes from his lips and he lets out long drawn whimpers. “don’t worry about the pain anymore,” you reassure him, he lets out low whimpers and moans that were once again captured by your lips. “i’ll take care of you. But as much as I love your voice, I want you to keep quiet. You know, all of my neighbours are at home. We don't want little kids to hear your filthy whimpers do we ??" you poked his lenght with your manicured nail.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who has no idea what you have for him. He gets all wide eyed when you tie his hands with the headboard and his legs with corners of the bed. You slowly hover over him and removes all unnecessary clothing except for his boxers. Which seem so torturous for the poor baby.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gapes at the sight of gag that you tie to his mouth, but more painful was the part where you just sat on his tent and start grinding, while continuously sucking and nibing his nipples.

His legs are shaking, you realise, and you haven't even done anything yet. Drool and tears roll down his face, as he involuntarily rubs himself against you. Gently, you thumb the slit and stroke his pulsing cock, eyes flickering to his face to see how he likes it. It was so painful to watch him, that you finally inched down his boxers, resulting in a broken sigh from Izuku. "you like this, do you?" you laugh softly when his eyes practically roll back in his head, your tongue kitten licking that angry, fat tip of his - flushed a dark shade of cerise that looks absolutely delicious. “patience, love.” falling apart beneath your touch — poor baby’s just burning up — you lean back for a moment, letting saliva pool in your mouth before you spit on his shaft. You use a finger to prod at his entrance, eyes slightly widening at the feeling. “Wow love, you are so wet. You're dripping all over your legs and the pillows,” You murmur in astonishment, dragging your finger around the hole.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who whines in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from his heat, and now from humilation.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who wants you. he wants all of you, and in return he’ll give you everything that he is. he’ll do anything for you, absolutely anything, all you have to do is order!

You fingers continue to drag along the area inches from his now hard dick, eyeing it contently. It sticks up proud, and seems to be begging to be touched. You smile and turn back to him, watching the way his chest raises from his breath in steady motions. you wrap your hands around his length, tighter than before, his pre leaves your hands a sticky mess. you look up at him, “eyes on me,” you say simply, adoring the way his lashes flatter as he look down at you with hearts in his hooded eyes, tears slipping down his freckled cheeks, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin as he struggles to catch his breath. He whips his head back and forth and whines into the gag. It comes out as a broken plea. You start stroking his lenght at a very fast pace that gets him see starts in the dim light of your room.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku whose body goes limp from the pleasure, mind having overheated as he practically melts like butter, when ropes of white liquid shoot out, resulting a complete mess.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku whose eyes go all wide when he sees you fisting his cock once more and swirling around the tip once again.

It’s gonna be a long valentine

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deathbxnny · 3 months

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Alright! After debating which characters i want to use for this idea, i chose Lyney! So can i request Lyney x reader where he and reader does a ballroom dance under the moonlight. The Merry Go Round of Life ost is honestly a perfect song for a ballroom dance so i have to request a ballroom dance! Also this ask is kinda similar to your Furina post, but..

Let me explain:

So the reader is Lyney’s crush and Lyney is also the reader’s crush. Their love for each other is mutual but both of them have yet to confess. The reader is wating for Lyney to be the one to confess while Lyney… Lyney plans to never confess to them. Despite really wanting to, he can’t. He won’t because if he does that would mean getting the reader involved in the Fatui which he vehemently does not want to happen. So he trapped the both of them in this dance of Will They or Wont They because while he doesnt want to be actual lovers for their safety, this dance will at least let him believe an illusion that they are one. He knows the reader will get tired of this dance but that’s fine with him. He will enjoy every second of this dance until the reader eventually finds a new dancing partner lover.

But until then, he will let himself believe this illusion as it lets him forget all his problems and be in love for once.

(I should probably mention that i have yet to play Fontaine so idk how accurate Lyney is in this request but even if he does date someone, i still think he wouldnt be too keen on having his S/O involved in his Fatui business. Am i right on that assumption?)

- Flower Anon 🌸

I love your brain, Flower Anon! This is such an interesting idea, but I might change it up a little, so I hope you like it anyways and I thank you for your request!<33

(Part two)

Content: Heavy angst?, Mutual pinning but no confession, hurt/kind of no comfort, ballroom dancing, hints of depression, Lyney is a bit of a liar, sfw Reader has no metioned pronouns!! ((Not fully proofread))

《No happy endings. (Lyney x Gn!Reader)》

In a way, Lyney always knew his love for you would backfire eventually.

Whether it was due to his own actions or his family's "business," he knew this couldn't ever turn out the way he wanted to. That eventually, he'd have to pull away from you for good. But he was selfish for way too long, perhaps even in denial. He ignorantly thought he could manage his many lies with the same ease he balanced his magic tricks on stage. And yet, it all came to a head the day "Father" told them of their important mission.

A mission he knew would end in nothing but heartbreak and loneliness.

He ofcourse tried to prolonge his doom for as long as he could, mainly because he just couldn't let go of you. He didn't want to, and it was so painfully obvious to everyone around him. It didn't help that he knew that you loved him back, too. Neither of you ever dared to confess, however, something he was thankful for until now. It made things a little easier, or at least it did, until you one day visited him at one of his street shows with a letter in hand, inviting him to a grand ball in the theater.

You were glowing under the bright sun, your smile wide enough to make him breathless. Lynette gave him a glance, an unreadable one he still understood anyway. After their last meeting with their "Father", she had bluntly asked him what he was going to do with you now. This wasn't the first time she had asked him this either. But everytime she did, his words would dry out in his mouth and he'd be left there speechless, unable to come up with a solution.

The issue was clear as day, however. It's either he confessed to you or he didn't. For a while, he entertained the idea of doing so, just so he can finally hold you the way he so desperately wanted to. But Lynette wasn't letting him dream anymore. If he confessed, then he'd have to lie to you about everything. And it was inevitable that eventually, one day, you'd find out about their real identities. Would you stay then? Freminet quietly shaking his head at his older brothers question was enough to make him finally wake up to the reality of the situation.

No, ofcourse you wouldn't stay, because he had deceived you for so many years. Perhaps you'd be able to look past the Fatui aspect, but not the lies.

He hadn't been the same since and everyone noticed. Even you, who was so desperate to cheer him up from the unknown issue that was clouding his mind. Always so ready to help him through everything, despite not knowing you were the cause of his plight. And he regrettably loved that about you the most.

"You... want to go to the ball with me? Ah... I-" "-Please? I've been wanting to go with you for a while, and I'm sure it will do us some good to catch a break." You said quickly, afraid of his rejection when you haven't even tasted the beginning of it yet. The blonde man bit his lip, his eyes meeting Lynette's for help, who simply looked away stubbornly. She had warned him of this. At this point, she wondered who's feelings she was really trying to save. Her twin brothers or her dear friends? She didn't know and hoped it would all just come to a quick, painful end.

Lyney sighed softly, unable to ever say no to you in the end, as he forced a smile to grace his lips. "Why ofcourse then! Let's make the night count!" He said in his usual grandiose tone, his heart fluttering as you gave him an excited giggle and hugged him, quickly taking your leave with a gleeful thanks. The twins watched you round a corner, the young man deflating with every step you took.

He pressed a hand against his face the moment you disappeared, his breath a little uneven and shaky. His smile wobbled until it finally dropped entirely. Even smiling had become too exhausting to do. Lynette simply stared before she shook her head and crossed her arms tightly. Someone had to be the responsible one here, and as much as it hurt her... she had to be the one to push him over the edge. "You'll end it after the ball. You have to." She whispered to him, leaning in close enough to notice the teary, near empty gaze glinting in his eyes.

He always loved too hard.

"I... ofcourse I will. You're right." He muttered in a near daze as he gathered up his cards off the floor from a previous performance. He looked so small, all his pride and grandiose having been shattered the moment he realised that his life and free will never belonged to him to begin with.

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The days flew past him afterwards and by the time the night of the ball arrived, it was like he had woken up from a bad fever dream. He stood in the now crowded theater room, dazed and dressed in a lavish suit he only barely remembered to have put on with his siblings' help. He had attempted to stall having to come here, but his "father's" dark glare from the door way made it clear that she wasn't going to entertain his "distraction" being around him anymore either.

Fountaine's whole existence stood on the line, so how dare he hesitate? How dare he care about being heartbroken, when people are going to die?

His hazy mind nearly didn't recognize your radiating form when you approached him in absolute glee. Your hands took his gloved one's, tightly grasping them, as you spoke of your happiness to be here with him. You had dragged him outside onto one of the massive balconies, the moonlight mirrored in your beautiful eyes, and for a moment, everything around him disappeared. He could hear your words slow down, the panic kicking in full force when he realised what you were attempting to do, his mouth moving faster than his heart could stop it.

"Lyney, what I want to say is that I lov-" "-Let's dance. Let us please dance." He whispered breathlessly, his head spinning as he grasped onto your hip and took your hand into his. He couldn't process the hurt in your eyes, the way you pressed your lips together, tried mentally reasoning with yourself that he hadn't indeed just bluntly rejected you.

But he was quicker, the music filtering outside from the grand ballroom and mingling with the warm night air, as Lyney waltzed with you to it's melody. His mind was racing with so many thoughts and possibilities, his brain and heart tearing at his soul into opposite directions. He was hesitating. Despite knowing exactly what he had to do, the words just couldn't spill out yet. He gave himself time until the end of the song, his face flushing with a misplaced sense of excitement for being so close to you at last.

Yet you knew something was off about him. Perhaps it was the way he danced so clumsily. Perhaps it was the growing anxiety in his eyes that couldn't look into yours, and maybe it was the way his breath was so painfully labored, as though something was weighing down on his heart, suffocating him. Whatever it was, it made you slowly become frustrated.

Years of showing your affection to the magician seemed to have been brushed off and forgotten in that moment. And you weren't foolish enough to believe that he didn't feel the same for you. So what was he waiting for? What was holding him back? You couldn't understand, and so, when he spun you out, his hand only weakly keeping you from getting away from him, you finally uttered the words that burned on your tongue.

"Why are you hesitating?"

He looked at you for the first time since the waltz began, his eyes widening with unshed tears as he gulped, his throat so painfully dry. The melody was about to end, the orchestra leading up to it with suspense, somehow fitting for what he was about to do. He was happy that, despite everything, he was able to delude himself into thinking you two can be one, even for a single night. So perhaps his only regret was to not have been born in the right time and world for you.

"Because I can't love you. Not in this life. But I promise that nothing will stop me in the next."

The music came to an end, the wild and near deafening roar of the crowd in the ballroom filling this sobering silence between you two. It was his best performance, his best final magic trick, in which he'd make his own heart vanish. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your hand, unable to look at your shocked and tear-filled expression.

Lyney had made peace with himself and the situation in that moment, even when you wordlessly pulled away from him and quickly ran past him. He stood under the moonlight, still bowed, his hand reaching for nothing until he summoned his hat from thin air and elegantly put it on his slicked back hair. The blonde turned to look behind him as he did so, only barely seeing you vanish in the thick crowd as you wiped away your tears.

And somehow, he had it in him to smile, not out of amusement of what he had done to you, but rather at the realisation that he truly always did belong to a puppet show in a way.

What a shame that the script had no happy ending from the start.

Alrighttt... I hope this was okay for you, Flower Anon! And sorry for taking so long, exam season is not for the weak...

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin lyney #genshin lyney x reader #lyney x reader #lyney #lyney x you #lyney x y/n

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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Hi hi i hope im not lateee. Since you know chainsaw man and you're caught up in the manga, may i request makima with an F!reader? Im thinking of a scenario like makima controls everything except her s/o idk idk smth to do with that. Thankyouu and have a nice day!

Out of Her Control

Makima x She/Her Reader

A/N: I wasn’t sure where I should have gone with this one so it’s mostly snippets of before they got together and then ending with them as a couple. It’s mostly me trying to figure out how Makima would act if she had feelings for someone. I’m pretty sure everyone should know that something is off about Makima by now, but if you haven’t read the manga yet, probably skip for now just to be safe. Thanks for the request, hope you like it! Word Count: 3,564

Humans were just too easy to manipulate, to bend this way and that. More often than not, Makima could get what she wanted without using the full extent of her power, sometimes she didn’t even have to use it at all. And as much as she loved humans and their amusing little moral nuances and loyalties, it could be rather dull leading them on a leash, there was no challenge.

When Makima was informed of a few prospective team members applying to join her division of the Public Safety Commission, she scanned over their files and résumés as if paging through summaries of animals looking for their forever homes. She let out a disappointed hum, unsure if any of them were worth taking under her wing.

She would give them all a job, of course she would. Devil Hunters came and went as surely as the tides changed each day. They needed all the bodies they could get, but Makima definitely played favorites when it suited her.

Perhaps she’d get a clearer idea once they began their new profession, but she wasn’t holding her breath.

And for the most part, the new recruits were exactly as she imagined them to be, people pleasers, Makima pleasers, to be specific. Always doing as she asked without another thought in their heads. Reasonable people would say it was because of her senior standing among most Devil Hunters, but Makima knew better. If any other senior Devil Hunter sent one of their juniors off on a thinly veiled death march, they would not be half as successful in getting what they asked for.

“And that is how we will take down the devil in position of this sizable piece of the Gun Devil. Any questions? Concerns?” Makima asked with a overtly saccharine smile. She expected no resistance, but she always asked anyway, an illusion of choice. She inhaled to speak again, to dismiss the small group to what would likely be their last job, but an important one nonetheless.

But then a little ways across the table, a woman loosely raised her hand from where it had sat over crossed arms, without waiting to be acknowledged, she spoke,

“Miss Makima, I do have concerns. This plan will undoubtedly lead us all to an early grave.”

The rest of the table cast the woman dirty looks and grumbled under their shared breaths, judging the woman for not only questioning Makima’s plan, but even going as far to say that it would fail them so spectacularly. Makima subtly grinned.

“Ah, Miss…” Makima trailed off, she hadn’t bothered memorizing any of their names in the three weeks since they had arrived. If she had been anyone else, she might have been embarrassed by that now.

“(Y/n).” The woman supplied, her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows angled ever so slightly downward, conveying a mild annoyance that made Makima’s own eyes light up in response. No one ever looked at her with even the smallest hint of disapproval, wariness, sure, but never disapproval. Unless you maybe counted Kishibe, but he had been in the business forever so it was to be expected from him.

“(Y/n),” Makima tested the name on her tongue, “please do share what you mean.”

The other juniors in the room jumped in before (Y/n) could say a word, assuring Makima that her plan was perfectly acceptable and that they could handle everything just fine.

Makima raised her hand, motioning the group to quiet, which they did almost immediately. No different from her dogs at home, really.

“There is no need to become so defensive on my behalf, we are all working towards the same goal and have humanity’s best interests at heart. I would be remiss if I didn’t take the thoughts of others into account before possibly making a grave miscalculation. So that being said,” Makima’s eyes found (Y/n)’s again, “the floor is yours, (Y/n).”

“Thanks, anyway,” (Y/n) pushed her office chair away from the conference table and strode over to the city map projected on the wall near where Makima stood.

Her peers shot her questioning and displeased looks as she went. Makima stepped back to give her room, hands clasped behind her back, waiting, intrigued.

“This route makes no tactical sense,” (Y/n) pointed out, “It would bring too much attention to us if we were all grouped up like this. The devil would see us coming and with its Gun Devil enhanced power, it would wipe us out in a single attack. I strongly suggest…”

(Y/n) went on to mark three separate routes on the map and even went on to share the strengths of each individual in the room and who should be paired off and take which route.

“…Finally, if all goes smoothly, we should all converge near this point, and take care of the devil then,” (Y/n) looked over to Makima who’s face still wore a ghostly smile, “Of course I’m open to more discussion, but if you insist on your initial plan Miss Makima, then you can count me out.”

A few strangled sounds of disbelief littered the room, but Makima simply tilted her head to the side, eyes boring into (Y/n)‘s.

“You would quit?”

“Perhaps. Private Sector makes more money anyway. And despite my clear lack of popularity with my coworkers’ at present, I would rather them not die if it can be helped. What do you say?”

Makima chuckled at that, leaning into (Y/n)’s personal space. (Y/n) didn’t fluster nor back away, but she did raise an expectant eyebrow, a curious expression visible as she waited for Makima’s denial or approval of her idea.

She had Makima’s approval alright, in more ways than one.

“Very well,” Makima nodded, unblinking, “let’s give it a try.”

***

(Y/n) stared down bitterly at the graves long after the service had concluded. Then she heard a rumble roll across the sky accompanied by the rustling of grass and approaching footsteps. The dark shadow of an umbrella fell over her head and a long, black coat came into her periphery as the first drops of rain began to fall around them.

“Would it really have killed them to listen to me?” (Y/n) murmured without thinking.

“It certainly killed them not to listen.” Makima provided, tone neither one of mirth nor despair, simply apathetic. “For what it’s worth, I thought your plan was better. At least their sacrifices hadn’t been for nothing.”

“I suppose.” (Y/n) sighed wearily.

When the day of the mission had arrived, (Y/n)‘s stubborn peers acted on the original plan detailed by Makima. (Y/n) had linked up with some of the senior hunters from another unit and together they killed the devil and retrieved the fragment of the Gun Devil that it had coveted, but not before a good chunk of the city block had been destroyed. Several civilians as well as her peers littered the street crushed and mangled.

“The rain is getting stronger,” Makima noted, twisting the umbrella that hung over their heads, “I’d like to invite you to my home. I’ll make you something warm to eat and we can drink our sorrows away.” Allow me learn what makes you tick.

(Y/n) surprisingly shook her head, “I appreciate the offer Miss Makima, but I need time to reflect on my own I think.”

Makima’s lips parted, a honeyed insistence already on her tongue, but then she stopped herself, a small smile painting her lips instead.

“I understand. Perhaps another time then.”

“Sure. Well,” (Y/n) paused awkwardly, then flicked up the hood of her coat, “see you Monday.”

“Monday,” Makima confirmed.

She made a move to press her umbrella into (Y/n)’s hands, but she was waved off as soon as their hands touched, (Y/n) thanked her anyway but she had still denied the silent offer, order? Makima watched on as (Y/n) walked briskly out of the cemetery, a taxi already waiting for her to climb into it.

Makima watched the car roll off before starting to walk to her own. She could have easily persuaded (Y/n) to join her, but she found it much more compelling to let the chips fall where they may, for now at least. It was rather exciting.

***

Makima never used her power on (Y/n). A self-imposed rule. That didn’t mean she didn’t have little eyes and ears on her almost constantly. She enjoyed checking in on the unsuspecting Devil Hunter, watching what she did when she wasn’t working. It seemed silly, but Makima felt like she might have been falling for the young woman.

Perhaps it was an unhealthy amount of self-confidence provided by her constant stream of admirers, but she couldn’t have been more surprised when (Y/n) politely declined her proposition. It wasn’t obvious, the biggest hint of her bafflement being two blinks in rapid succession.

“I’m sorry Miss Makima, I just don’t think it would be appropriate for the workplace. Not to mention how dangerous this job is. It’s not a good idea to get too attached to anyone here. I learned that pretty quickly…”

Makima squeezed her hands behind her back, reminding herself that (Y/n)’s will, free from her own, was what drew her to her in the first place. Besides, who really knew what the future would hold for them.

“No need to apologize, I understand your concerns. However, if you ever change your mind, I’ll be here.”

(Y/n) shook her head, a sympathetic smile on her face, “Don’t wait for me, Miss Makima, you do deserve to be happy with someone, but it probably isn’t going to be me.” Then she left Makima’s office, closing the door quietly behind her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Makima leaned back in her chair, smiling to herself.

She was still committed to not using her influence, and she was confident that she wouldn’t need it. She’s seen many questionable human couples, if they could stumble into a courtship, she certainly could. She would just need to be patient and drop subtle reminders of her availability.

One might argue how Makima studied (Y/n) so thoroughly to know exactly what to say and do to get her heart pounding would be just another form of manipulation, but Makima would say that this way took a lot of time and effort and was much more heartfelt. In fact, as the months stretched on and the longer it took to win (Y/n)’s favor, the more Makima felt for her.

It had been a particularly hard day for (Y/n) when she had gone to Makima asking if she wanted to go out for drinks. She had grown out of the rookie position by simply surviving a few months and had been assigned a couple juniors of her own to look after. They had went as quickly as they had came, but it still weighed on her.

Makima made sure not to seem too eager. She would be a shoulder to lean on, but anything (Y/n) wanted, she could have it if she went for it. Truly not knowing where the night would go, excited her.

Makima ushered (Y/n) into her car and took her to a restaurant she had remembered her mentioning in passing as one of her favorites. They got a cozy little booth in the corner. The ordered their meals and drinks and quietly conversed, letting the warmth of the room and the gentle clinks of of cups and chopsticks against ceramic.

It was the most loose Makima had witnessed (Y/n), she had a couple drinks, but she wasn’t drunk by any means. Maybe a little tipsy at most, but her smile looked more genuine than it ever did at work, and she sounded so relaxed, she even laughed! But then she began hiding yawns behind her hand and final calls could be heard from the bar. It was getting late.

Makima hated the thought of having to drive (Y/n) home. She never wanted to let her go for even a moment, but that wasn’t her choice to make. How irksome it was to play by the rules of a game she had created. A game that only she was aware she was playing.

Makima scooped up the check an paid for everything before (Y/n) could even think about reaching into her coat pocket.

“Hey, I’m the one who invited you out. What do I owe you?” (Y/n) asked, cracking open her wallet.

Makima reached over the table and put her hand on (Y/n)’s to stop the motion.

“You owe nothing. It’s been difficult for you these last few weeks.”

Makima noticed a look of gentle longing, but it left as quickly as it came when another yawn passed (Y/n)’s lips.

“Let’s get you home.”

Makima ushered (Y/n) outside and into the passenger seat of her sleek black car before maneuvering around to get in herself. The ride was quiet save for the ac blowing a constant stream of warm air to offset the chill of the night. When Makima parked the car outside of (Y/n)’s apartment complex, she turned to smile at her and waited for her to unbuckle her seatbelt, but instead she just sat there, looking pensive.

“What is on your mind, (Y/n)?” She asked, inching her hand over the center console while she debated if it would be a good idea to touch her or not.

(Y/n) leaded back against the car door, halting the slow journey Makima’s hand had been making. (Y/n) bit her inner cheek and looked out upon the streetlights casting the sidewalk in a yellowish glow.

“I think I’m failing for you.”

Makima’s eyes lit up with an excited gleam, but still she left the decision of what would happen next up to (Y/n).

“What will you do about it?”

(Y/n) leaned over the center console, her hand resting atop Makima’s. She leaned in further still until her lips found Makima’s. It took a lot of control on Makima’s part to not chase her when she pulled away too soon for her liking.

“Was that okay? I’m sorry, I know you said you liked me, but that was awhile ago and I still should have asked first.”

“It was fine,” Makima assured, “No need to apologize.”

“…Just fine?” (Y/n) asked, almost incredulously.

“Could have been longer,” Makima smirked.

“Well, I could rectify that, if it’s okay with you.”

Makima was more than okay with it, she had been waiting for a development like this for what felt like ages. The longer they continued to kiss in her car, the more she began to wonder,

“What made you change your mind about us being together? I recall you not finding workplace relationships favorable.”

“That’s true,” (Y/n) agreed, between trying to catch her breath, “But I decided after attending my third junior’s funeral that I’m done with devil hunting. I’m quitting. I did leave the resignation paperwork on your desk last week, did you not notice it?”

(Y/n), leaving Public Safety? That would make watching her so much more difficult, limit their time together drastically. This both annoyed and exhilarated Makima because she could not have foreseen her making a choice like this. She would not have had her make a decision like this. It was almost enough to make Makima use a bit of persuasion to have (Y/n) sleep on that decision and think it over, but she couldn’t. A (Y/n) under her control was not really her (Y/n) at all, oddly enough.

“I guess I was too busy admiring you, to think about what you were there for.”

“Ever the charmer,” (Y/n) unbuckled her seatbelt, “Well… you have my number, let me know when you get home safe and then maybe we could exchange schedules for next week?”

“You already have a new job?”

“Family Burger,” (Y/n) groaned, “Just until I finish the degree I left hanging. I hope.”

“I guess I know where I will be getting lunch for the foreseeable future then.”

“You cannot eat Family Burger everyday, It’ll kill you!” (Y/n) laughed.

“It would take a lot more than a a little grease to kill me.” Makima grinned, maybe (Y/n) would learn that someday.

“Trust me, it would be more than a little grease. But I wouldn’t be opposed if you came by every once in awhile.”

“It’s a date.”

“No way! I’m gonna take you on a real nice date the next time our schedules sync. Mark my words!” (Y/n) promised. She pressed a quick kiss against Makima’s cheek, then opened the car door to let herself out.

“Good night, Makima.”

“Good night.”

Makima watched (Y/n) wave to her from the door and when she walked inside and shut the door behind her, Makima drove home. She was sure to text (Y/n) of her safe arrival as soon as the dogs stopped jumping all over her.

They texted back and forth for a bit, sharing possible times to meet up, and then Makima decided to take a shower before getting into bed. She stared up at the dark ceiling, going over the night’s events in her mind.

It all felt so very peculiar. Makima wasn’t quite sure she had ever felt so many emotions in such a short time. (Y/n) appeared to return her affections, she kissed her. Multiple times. She only wished (Y/n) would stay with Public Safety. It was something that she could easily remedy, but she had restrained herself yet again. Though Makima wondered if she would be able to continue that trend if she had reason to believe that (Y/n) could be in danger. It was easier to look out for her when they worked together. She may have the birds and rats to keep an eye on her, but the proximity was stretched much too thin for her liking.

Hopefully the next steps in their relationship would follow quickly now that the ball was finally rolling. She wanted to come home to see (Y/n) curled up with her dogs in the worst way.

“Soon,” she promised herself, “soon.”

***

The day did come when (Y/n) suggested moving in somewhere together. It took longer than Makima would have liked to get to that point, but at least it was finally happening. She would have liked to have a talk with whomever gave her the impression that it was customary that women moved in together on the second date. It would have humiliated even Makima if (Y/n) had known she came to pick her up with her trunk full of collapsed boxes to help her move, only to learn they were going to the aquarium.

“Awww, this is the sea lion plush I got you when we went to the aquarium, isn’t it? We should go again sometime soon.” (Y/n) smiled, placing the stuffed animal back on the bed.

Makima nodded in agreement. Despite her initial disappointment, she did have a good time and she did like the sea lion (Y/n) had gifted her. They’re like the dogs of the ocean. Makima never really understood the novelty of such toys, but she had to admit there was something desirable about this one at the very least.

After hanging the rest of (Y/n)’s clothes in the closet, they heard a few whines and a pawing at the door. The dogs had been shut out to keep them out of the way as they unpacked (Y/n)’s belongings.

“The sweet babies,” (Y/n) chuckled, “so lonely.”

“They are simply excited about your indefinite stay, as am I.”

(Y/n) walked around the bed to hug Makima, melting when the embrace was returned.

“Me too. Should we let them in now?”

“Only if you are ready to be buried in seven heavy, wiggly, fluffy dogs.”

“Oh, I think all the other times I came over to visit prepared me for this moment.”

“Fair enough.” Makima smirked at (Y/n) over her shoulder before releasing the dogs upon her.

“Nooo!” (Y/n) laughed.

She was immediately overwhelmed and shoved to the ground. Wagging tails and slobbery tongues hitting her from all sides.

“Makima,” she wheezed, “Help!”

“I thought you said you were prepared?”

“I was wrong!”

“Sit.” Makima ordered. Her voice was soft, but the dogs listened without delay, each looking up at her expectantly. Makima made a quick motion with her hand and the dogs stampeded out of the bedroom.

“Thank you, my hero.” (Y/n) reached her hand up towards Makima, while still laying flat on the floor.

“You’re very welcome,” Makima reached further than (Y/n)’s hand, instead grasping her above her elbow to pull her up so they stood chest to chest. “Is this better?”

“Much.” (Y/n) clung to Makima again, smiling contently.

“So affectionate today,” Makima teased, though she was being just as touchy.

“I would argue I’m always affectionate with you, but I am especially happy right now,” she nuzzled Makima’s jaw, planting a quick kiss against her skin, “I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time (Y/n) had told her so, but the effect was always the same. A warm feeling in Makima’s chest like a warm summer afternoon always bubbled up. It felt so strange, but she enjoyed it.

“And I you.” Makima cupped (Y/n)’s face in her hands. Her stare was as intense as it was tender. She wasn’t sure she had ever been quite as close to happiness as she was right in that moment.

That something out of her control could love her, would choose to love her, it was euphoric.

#chainsaw man oneshots #chainsaw man x reader #csm oneshots #csm x reader #csm makima x reader #makima x reader #requests #anonymous

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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A little bit of an angst-comfort idea, but I want to see how the scarecrows would deal with their s/o accidentally being exposed to fear toxin. To top it all off, the toxins strong enough to cloud the readers vision so that they don’t see Jonathan but instead their worst fear, practically cowering from him. While the scarecrows do love them some fear, I would imagine they wouldn’t like to see their s/o in such a state (or maybe some of them would to an extent?)

If it’s no biggie, could you end it off with how the boys would try to make it up to their s/o after the fact?

A/N: ooooohhhhhh yeeesssssss this is the kind of angst I absolutely live for! Poor scare babies although I have no doubt some would be into it!

The Scarecrows React to Reader Being Exposed To Fear Toxin

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- Whether it's a great enemy or a great lover. This Scarecrow desires to know what terrifies you.

- However, he would like your consent at all times.

- Unfortunately, your first encounter was without either his knowledge or your consent.

- Jonathan felt some guilt, but it was overpowered by the sound of your gasps and cries.

- He walked over to you, in an instinct maneuver to comfort you.

- Yet you shied away in a corner. Screaming, digging your face in your hands.

- It's almost like he can feel the erratic beating of your heart in his ears. You cry out for his name–to save you and make it stop.

- And he will…he does but he takes his time.

- He makes it up to you with a string of apologies, and suggestions to keep you from stumbling upon him during future experiments.

- He spends practically a whole week with you, reading to you, holding you.

- It's the least he can do for the exhilarating results you provided.

Nolanverse/Murphy Scarecrow:

- He longs to see you afraid, to see the terror in your eyes.

- The idea absolutely thrills him to his core.

- To know you in such a vulnerable state and what makes your skin crawl.

- The moment will happen sooner rather than later when you walk in on him testing a new toxin.

- He tried to push you away, to get you out of the vicinity, but it was too late.

- As you quivered and fell to your knees in cold terror.

- You screamed for him to help you, explain what's happening.

- Jonathan couldn't deny your sounds of fright were like music to his ears.

- The way your pretty eyes were blown out.

- Your voice shrieked his name and your heart was no doubt pounding and pounding.

- Much like during…another activity.

- He makes mental notes of what you say you see; what you fear.

- He's not entirely cruel, he doesn't make the illusion last any longer than needed.

- Jonathan will be with you for the rest of the day.

- You have his undivided attention. He will cuddle you, rest with you, and prepare meals.

Batman the Animated Series Scarecrow:

- As curious as he is, he would never have you under his toxin.

- Not without your consent, and without laying down some ground rules.

- He may be curious and almost dying to know such a deep emotional part of you…

- But his love for you is stronger than that.

- When it happens accidentally, its his worst nightmare has come to life.

- Hearing you cry out for him while simultaneously pushing yourself away.

- You wanted him to protect you…but from himself.

- Jonathan regrets ever being curious, he absolutely despises seeing you like this.

- He’s quick to give you the antidote.

- Even through all the shoves and kicks to try to keep him away from you.

- When you come too, he's instantly more affectionate than usual.

- Jon holds you and comforts you and isn't going to leave your side anytime soon.

- Until what you experienced is just a distant memory.

The New Batman Adventures Scarecrow:

- Jonathan is somewhat torn.

- He cares for you deeply and the last thing he'd want is to harm you in any way…physically or mentally.

- However, he can't deny he'd be intrigued to know your fears and your instincts when facing it.

- When the moment comes, unexpectedly he's frozen.

- He realizes one of his own fears in fruition to your own fear.

- He doesn't like to see you frightened, your screams make his ears ring in concern.

- Jonathan unfortunately doesn't have an immediate antidote for this certain batch.

- It's nearly impossible to work as he hears you scream for him to save you.

- When he eventually finds the cure or the images subside he's by your side in an instant.

- Jonathan is mute, unsure what to say to comfort you.

- He is at your beck and call for the next few days.

- Ensuring your mental state and to make up for the absolute hell he accidentally put you through.

Fear State Scarecrow:

- This Scarecrow believes that everyone should face their fears and traumas in order to evolve.

- The same would be for his significant other.

- However, unlike his experiment where he plans to push the city of Gotham through its Fear State.

- The trial to get you through your Fear State is far more…personal…intimate if you will.

- It takes some convincing (and most definitely manipulation) to get you to concede.

- He's doing it because he cares about you. He knows your potential to be an even stronger, more fearless version of yourself.

- Don't you want that? You trust him right?

- You do, so you go through with it.

- And it's absolute hell.

- Even Jonathan has to admit, he's not a fan of your screams.

- Especially when you cry out for him.

- When you finally surpass it, Jonathan promises to never put you through it again.

Year One Scarecrow:

- Jonathan has spent his adult years learning, testing, modifying, and mastering fear to torture and subdue those that have done it to him.

- Its a tool of horror, pain, and torment. One he prays you will never have to experience.

- Surely if he can wield fear he can constrain it…

- Unfortunately, that's not the case.

Jonahan never thought he’d know terror like the abuse he endured by his dear late great granny.

- But your howls and tears were just as, if not more, horrific.

- Jon tries to not panic as he scurries quickly.

- It hurts him when you defensively push him and try to run away.

- He knows you can’t help it, you don’t see him.

- Just the concept of being your nightmare, breaks his heart.

- Once the effects wear off, Jon is quick to comfort you in any way he can.

- He whispers a mantra of apologies, hoping that you can find it in your heart to forgive him.

Masters of Fear Scarecrow:

- Much like Year One, Jon uses fear as a weapon against his adversaries.

- You are the only glimmering light in his dark, lonely life.

- He wouldn't dare make you endure the effects of his fear toxin.

- Regardless, accidents are bound to happen.

- Jonathan is panicking.

- Very few things can drop the Master of Fear to his knees; you being in danger was one of them.

- Even when he subdues the effects and you’re no longer screaming for your fears to go away.

- He’s almost certain he’s lost you. That you would leave him.

- Why would you be with someone that can bring forth your worst fears? And even accidentally, have you endure them.

- Jonathan is beyond shocked when you forgive him.

- As if he didn’t already treat you like a precious jewel.

- He’ll be even more protective of you.

- When you ask him to go to bed with you, or to join you, he’ll go with no hesitation.

- Anything to keep you happy, and to make you forget his horrible mistake.

Harley Quinn The Animated Series Scarecrow:

- Absolutely not. It's a hard no for Jonny.

- He doesn't even care if you seem curious.

- Regardless, he got to find out your fears when you accidentally opened the door to his lab.

- He's practically panicking. Probably the most erratic of the Scarecrows.

- In his panic he is likely to short circuit and seize up.

- It isn’t until you shout out for his name he’d snap out of it.

- When he finally manages to administer the antidote, he’s beyond relieved.

- He practically clings to you, shushing your cries, assuring you that you’re okay.

- No matter how much you tell him it’s not his fault. He still feels miserable about it.

- Expect him to be very clingy for a while. Clutching you tighter, making your favorite comfort foods, never not being by your side.

Happy Halloween Scooby-Doo Scarecrow:

- Echoing earlier Scarecrows, he has his curiosity. But he doesn't press you if you're uncomfortable.

- He wants the absolute best for you, always.

- Jonathan has been experimenting and further progressing his toxins for years.

- So sure there would be no accidental exposure.

- Jon is wracked with concern and anger when you scream bloody murder one night.

- He doesn’t take the time to figure out how you got exposed.

- Though it does very little, more out of comfort for him almost than for you. He tries to comfort you through your fears.

- He tells you they aren’t real, they’re visions. He’s so sorry. He has no idea how this could have happened, etc, etc.

- His words fall on deaf ears as you keep crying his name for help.

- When he finally gives you the antidote or the effects finally surpass, he is still in a panic.

- Jonathan isn’t an overly affectionate man. He has his moments, but they’re few, far, and in between.

- Yet, on this night, he isn’t hesitant at all. Kissing your head and cheeks, rubbing your arms and back in warmth and comfort.

- Never again, never again will this happen. You have his word.

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Hiii * kicks my feet as i try and make sense of your vague backstory *

Cassie rose…. White pumpkin beloved . wowie

Her backstory is so like. I want to study her like a bug sometimes. What on gods green earth is going on with her and the old builders

While thinking about it i pieced together a very delusional viewpoint of what i THINK mightve happened that would make cassie so . intent. on getting “”home””

(Inspired off of @/zoomire ‘s prodigy!cassie + vamp!cassie hc/au)

When the Atlas (portal hallway but like, not a hallway, think more like… layered backrooms cube with weird gravity and staircases. like those illusion paintings. With portals everywhere) was at its beginnings, found and studied by the old builders, the group was carefully discovering these new and strange places.

It didn’t take long for them to gather that these places can be dangerous. But where theres danger there are endless bounties that are BEYOND valuable in price.

It’s what helped them make this odd… …town? Place? When Harper created the respawn machine from parts gathered from the other worlds, it changed so much. Harper and Otto (and a certain… man) knew to be wary, but Mevia and Hadrian wanted to harness this newfound discovery by the reigns. It would be a waste, after all.

It didn’t take long for them to realize that it is verrrry easy to die out in these places. Its dangerous and its no good trying to juggle handling these games and something with boundless potential that is the Atlas.

Hadrian and Mevia knew the other three wouldn’t agree to it under any circumstance, ever. It was beyond immoral in a lot of ways, put simply, but the two had already discussed and planned and prepared.

They snuck out and into the Atlas as they usually did, no one batting an eye, and it was a few hours before they emerged. Hadrian holding a small, sleeping toddler.

To say Harper had questions and Otto was beyond appalled that they pulled a whole person— no less a child— into their world, far from their original home, would be an understatement.

Hadrian reassured they found the child when she was being held captive in a dying town with illagers patrolling all around. It was for the benefit of the child, if nothing else.

They didn’t argue. Much. They were aware that trying to wander back in and place the child back exactly to where she was would be useless; Hadrian and Mevia knew the portals better than they did and they weren’t letting up. Otto gave up; the debate that had settled between Harper and Hadrian did grant him the slightest idea to create something to navigate the Atlas.

Cassie grew up alongside the old builders. She’d learn from Harper most of Redstone and general morals and advice; Hadrian would teach her about combat and the games (to say Cassie found him as the least favourite teacher would be an understatement), Otto taught her to read and write, and once she was older, Mevia taught her about the more brutal sides of anatomy, where to strike and how fast or slow depending on the reaction you want.

When Cassie was 15, she was handed the Atlas Compass (because i dont ljke the idea of there being a book that just wooshes a big arrow to where u need to go), benign tools, and pushed into the portal network with a simple task. An easy one at first; find an ore you wouldn’t usually find back at home through one of the realms. Document a mob and bring back a body part of it. Etc, etc

She didn’t know much about the Atlas. The old builders never told her much— only vague information and that she’ll understand when she’s older.

The tasks would get a bit harder, a bit more complex each time; juggling beating the living hell out of people in the games when her tools had expended their use and fighting back swarms of mobs fetching items and blocks and finding a portal back.

She always sought praise that came from Hadrian himself. He was the mastermind of the games after all; the one who’d fearlessly taken her out from a terrible predicament when she was younger, one she hardly remembers anyway, and had always travelled the Atlas with confidence.

He always told her that he had such high hopes and expectations for her; that what she’s doing is worth it, that she’ll understand everything, and that he’s so, so proud of the way she turned out.

Supposedly.

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Okay i give up on writing anything further because head hurty ouuu

Cassie would like. Eventually snap with the whole having to be champion over and over again to please hadrian because him seeming disappointed in her hurt cassie (saw him as a father figure lol) and also the whole thing with her having to toil through the Atlas and if she didn’t she’d get shoved in there anyway

After Harper leaves (and certain someone) and theres nobody shedding a positive light on cassie’s life anymore; she slowly starts going numb and then haywire from a cycle that is seemingly never making the three old builders satisfied

After the two leave Hadrian and Mevia get more and more harsh and expecting of Cassie; occasionally just getting her to do the work for them

maybe when she comes back all beaten and bruised and wounded after the games or after an expedition and is sent back to the atlas the next day when she’s hardly healed up enough, saying she has to do this again and so on— it makes her crack . and she attempts to attack Mevia. effectively killing her but the respawn machine causes her to come back anyway . maybe a fire happens in the process bcz of mevia’s tnt tendencies idk

Listen. Mevia and Hadrian are like. They are not good influences on anybody and were especially not to younger Cassie. They are nnnnnot built to try and raise easily influenceable kids. They are terrible parental/guardian figures that Cassie looked up to and sought appreciation for

(I mean, Hadrian always described Cassie as *his* kid. And so did the players of the games. )

Otto tries to get through to Cassie with words but accidentally distracted her as Hadrian already knocks her out and just sort of. Drags her into a dimension far away . Otto feeling guilt knowing he probably could’ve done something or reached out but it being too late now; tossing her into a quiet and dreary dimension where the nights are twice longer and dead rise stronger. Leaving her for dead.

And Cassie wakes up. beaten and limbs weak dragging herself to wherever she can find shelter . mind recollecting moments of before her impromptu snork mimimi time . and just like her role models all she can think about is causing immense suffering to all of them

(Hadrian and Mevia for obvious reasons, Otto for not doing anything and standing by watching, Harper and yay you guessed it Soren — for leaving)

and yeaa she like sets the traps and kills plany of people with several fruitless attempts at her murder mansion before the order of the stone come along and trap her in her own trap

(White pumpkin in this ver is … WAYYY more brutal…. Girl has a lot of pent up rage and shes learnt from the most gruesome sadistic ppl out there)

BUT ☝️ that was in fact not the end for her

But i don’t want to say too much bcz j want to reveal the last oc and then make a big ol post about my ramblings of my au . so huzzah

Headcanun time

- when I say she jokes in subtle ways I mean she’ll super casually slip it into a convo. She finds this incredibly amusing

- got Winslow when she was around ~13 or so. Would talk to her cat when she was alone and still does it today

^ Winslow got caught in one of Mevia’s explosives/fire, resulting in the loss of his leg :o( she didn’t talk to Mevia for months when it happened

- enjoys painting and reading to pass the time. Does not understand the concept of public libraries and will just take a book if she wants it (she doesn’t have a preference for any particular genre)

- got her whole “white pumpkin” alter ego idea from a murder mystery book she read from Otto’s collection

- she actually has really good wording on whatever she’s feeling. Mainly struggles to be vulnerable enough to say it aloud.

- still holds some spite towards Harper, Soren and Otto but ☝️ at least its not murderous intent anymore

- prefers axes and daggers above other weapons

- has a phobia of deep, dark waters + claustrophobic. Doesn’t like rain purely because it gets her wet and she dislikes the feeling.

- cut her hair around the time she was stuck in the mansion. Yes that means she has been there for a while given when the order of the stone came by, cassie’s hair was nearer to her shoulders.

^ ties it up now so it doesn’t get in the way as much

- Winslow likes sitting/laying across her shoulders like some weird lil scarf when he doesn’t feel like walking. Cassie loves it when he does this because she can hear and feel him purring

- enjoys logic puzzles/puzzles in general. Enjoys it even more when its a particularly complex one, even if its needlessly difficult. (Gets it from Harper…)

(Oc is next !! ヽ(ヅ)ノ also i suck at wording cassies story soz)

#mcsm #mcsm redesign #mcsm cassie #cassie rose #mcsm cassie rose #minecraft #minecraft story mode #mc:sm #minecraft: story mode #cassie rose mcsm #cassie mcsm

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dreamweaversfavsandthoughs · 7 months

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Rick and Morty S7 Ep. 4: That’s Amorte

(There is no ethical consumption under capitalism)

Don’t read any further if you don’t want to spoiler your appetite…

My Favs

We got Morty back!

When the world was about to send out an Amber Alert on a missing kid, Morty decided to return to us! I’ve enjoyed the season so far but having Rick and Morty together is a stark reminder that the strength of this show is found in the dynamic between grandfather and grandson. Also, I love seeing Rick getting healthy and bettering himself, but I also love to see a Rick that’s amoral and a bit unhinged.

Facial animation:

I don’t know if this is due to the Irish animation studio they’re working with now, but I’ve noticed there’s a bit more diversity in the facial expressions compared to the last two or three seasons. Has anyone else noticed this?

They did a Soylent Green!

I predicted that this might have been a red herring seeing the initial clips and they might instead do something akin to the Universal Paperclip game, but a Soylent Green is what we got. Well, the idea behind the paperclip game is still on the table for next season…

Euthanasia, Cannibalism, and Suicide

Quite the trifecta of “subjects we don’t discuss in polite society,” but I admire them for taking the risk and weaving everything together well. Kinda surprised S&P let them get away with it.

“His dying wish is to see deader people so he can feel superior.”

Morty-O’s Suicide Spaghetti

“ Is this people or not people? I just need to know how much I should pretend to be upset.”

Oh, Jerry…

“They dyed their sun institutional gray.”

“Ooo gray areas. My specialty.”

Classic Rick

Kotomi’s cover of “Live Forever”

“Life itself is wrong and that means death is right. But you can’t side with that. So you live, even when it means eating.”

Not My Fav:

They could have gotten nastier.

This is my one small gripe in an episode that I think is fantastic. I’m confident there is an earlier draft out there that got so much grosser before S&P made their cuts and I demand to see that draft!

Release that nasty cut!!!

My Thoughts:

First my less serious thought, how in the hell did Rick find out that those people turned in spaghetti when they unalived themselves? My headcanon is that he has made a regular habit of impersonating a doctor on that planet because he sees doctors as nothing more than glorified mechanics, but for people. Rick knows he’s the smartest man in the universe and a proper scientist so practicing medicine would not be that much of a challenge and along the way he discovered this delicious trait about the Keplar people.

On a more serious note, there are two moments that really stood out to me. First, was when Morty broke the news of the spaghetti’s origin to the family and their reaction. They were angry and disappointed—in Morty for delivering the message rather than Rick for feeding them people-spaghetti. That spaghetti was amazing and brought everyone joy and they were more angry about losing their joy than the moral implications of consuming human flesh. Morty destroyed the illusion that they were “good” people and instead of actually being good people and refusing to eat the spaghetti, Morty created a work-around so that he and the family could still maintain the illusion.

That felt very realistic to how, dare I say, all of us have acted at some point, whether it’s the food we eat or that store that sells the jeans that fit perfectly or the online retailer that delivers anything we could possibly want the next day. Maybe, we find out someday that it’s not created in the most ethical manner and we rationalize it. We think, “ Oh, it’s not that bad.” or “ I can’t afford the more ethical option,” or "I have such few joys in my life I don't want to lose this as well.” It’s easier to uphold the illusion of being morally upright under a system that makes it exceedingly difficult to do so. But even if the capitalistic system is destroyed can we ever really be absolved? This leads to the second moment that stood out, Rick’s monologue.

“Life itself is wrong and that means death is right. But you can’t side with that. So you live, even when it means eating.”

My interpretation is that Rick is saying, “Life, by it’s very nature, is inherently unethical and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Even if the meat you eat comes from an animal that is well taken care of, killed as quickly and painlessly as possibly, and processed in a facility that treats its workers well and obeys all regulations—that animal still had to die in order to produce that meat. You’re a vegan. Plants are still living things and for many plants the process of getting food from them destroys them in the process. Millions of bacteria are destroyed every time you wash your hands. Life needs other kinds of life to end for it to keep going, but humans are the only creatures that are aware of this fact so we create arbitrary categories around which types of life are okay to destroy (categories we can’t all agree on) in order to maintain the illusion of morality.

This episode does not have a feel-good message among the jokes and absurd characters and I appreciate that. This one got my brain a-churnin’ and I’m sure I read way too much into this episode but I couldn’t help myself.

#rick and morty #rick and morty season 7 #rnm #rnm spoilers #rick and morty spoilers #rick sanchez #morty smith #that’s amorte

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xopinkroses · 2 years

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Hello dear! If you don't like my request, feel free to skip it! But damn it, I'd really like to see the DMC(+V please) relationship with the very soft and kind Y/N. She is like the angel that people talk about - calm, with a gentle smile on her face, caring. I would like to see how the guys admire her when she lulls their child. Thank you in advance!♡♡♡

(I hope I didn't take too much liberation with this one, thanks for waiting! Sorry V is missing, I love him but his part was giving me a headache.💖)

DMC boys x Soft, Angelic Reader (+ their child)♥

Summary; How Dante, Vergil, Nero and V would interact with their kind (and almost ethereal) s/o. How they meet and how they react to Reader caring for the child they have together! Warning; Reader is gender neutral but can get pregnant and give birth, cursing

MASTERLIST🌸

Dante

Dante didn’t know if he believed in angels before he met you. He met you during the Temen-ni-gru fiasco with Vergil, when you were attacked by demons outside his shop. It was an easy save for him, sending them back to hell where they belonged with some help from Rebellion. You didn’t have much time to thank him before he was gone, telling you to leave the city and grumbling about the destruction to his shop under his breath. He never expected to see you again, just a few days later when you showed up to his shop. You wanted to thank him for saving your life, and cashed in a favour from your uncle, who owned a construction company.

Over the next few weeks, Dante’s shop was back in working order– all thanks to you! While your uncle and his guys were fixing Devil May Cry (as he’d decided to call it) he ended up spending quite a bit of time with you. You’d bring him breakfast in the morning, usually being the one to wake him up too. Somehow, mornings weren’t as bad when the first thing he saw was your face.

Initially, Dante was extremely reluctant to allow you to enter his life. You are such a kindhearted and beautiful person, an angel amongst men. Someone as wholesome as you should never be condemned to a life of darkness. But you were also stubborn, and you somehow managed to force yourself into his life, carving out your very own place in a world you didn’t belong in. And now that you’re in it– Dante doesn’t know what he’d do without you. You had become an integral part of his life with just a smile and a laugh like music.

He is under no illusions that he can live several lifetimes and still not deserve you. But he’s willing to try anyway. He’s a better person with you; more driven, more open and a hell of a lot more happy. That’s just the effect you have on him.

Dante never thought a family would ever be on the cards for him, but to have a future with you was his biggest dream. You had been together for a few years when you told him that you were pregnant– and he was over the moon with excitement! Sure, he had moments of doubt, of anxiety and insecurity, but he knew that you guys were a team. Through sickness and in health, and all that sappy shit. He’ll make miracles happen for you.

You have a son together, and you insisted he be named after Vergil. Dante teared up at that, you knew how much guilt he still carried for his brother, and this was your way of freeing him from that guilt. Dante worked twice as hard to provide for you during your pregnancy, taking up more jobs and stepping up to do household chores that you were unable to do yourself. He didn’t want you straining yourself, your job was hard enough. You were to just relax and focus on creating that little being inside your belly. There were a few complications during your pregnancy but, in the end, baby Vergil was born a beautiful, healthy baby.

Dante is definitely the type to cry when he holds his son for the first time, from the moment Vergil entered this world he had his father wrapped around his tiny finger. The two are as thick as thieves by the time Vergil is three, partners in crime and a massive pain in your ass. Sometimes your son will say something particularly snarky and Dante can’t help but be reminded of his brother.

Vergil’s favourite bedtime story is The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson, every night he will refuse to sleep until you have read it to him. Dante likes to listen to you as well, but tonight he decides he’ll give you a break and read it himself. You snuggle up next to Vergil, your son clutching his favourite stuffed animal to his chest. Dante’s reading of the story is dramatic, worthy of an award in voice acting too. Vergil’s eyes are heavy but he stubbornly fights to keep them open, slowly but surely your hand running along his back and the voice of his daddy is enough to coax him into a restful sleep. By the time Dante finishes the book, he looks over to see that you have also fallen asleep, a soft smile graces his features. He doesn’t bother waking you or picking you up. Instead he climbs in beside you, holding his family in his arms as he joins you in dreamland.

Vergil

You are a human, a demon hunter working with his brother, but still just a human. No powers or supernatural abilities, weaker than him in every physical sense… but somehow you had Vergil enchanted since the moment he laid eyes on you.

Dante thought it best to introduce the two of you, since you worked quite closely with him, it made sense for Vergil to be familiar with you. Vergil straight up forgot how to speak. He was captivated, unable to take his eyes away from you. You greeted him warmly with a soft smile, extending your hand for him to shake. “Hi, it’s lovely to finally meet you.”

Snapping out of his trance, Vergil glared. What kind of demon hunter was this sweet? His social skills are terribly underdeveloped, and he and Dante are barely scratching the surface of his trust issues. He does not react well to you being so… you. He completely ignores your hand.

You didn’t mind the cold greeting, simply lowering your hand and laughing the rejection off. “I guess we’re not quite there yet, that’s okay.” Your smile never once faltered. His eyes lingered for too long before he stalked away. Dante was swift in assuring you that Vergil was just like this sometimes.

He tried to avoid you after that, which was far more difficult than he was expecting. The pull he felt towards you was too strong for him to resist for long, and after a while he gave in. There is a serenity to your presence that he craved, and you were all too happy to indulge him. You always had a smile for him, unbeknownst to him at the time– you were drawn to him as well. He scoffs at the idea of soulmates but you’ll argue about it to this day!

You bring a sense of stability to the shop, and his life in general, one that he hadn’t experienced since before his mother’s death. He still can’t quite grasp the fact that, despite everything he’s done in his life, you can still love him. You deem him worthy of your love, and he’ll never disappoint you.

When you told him that you had fallen pregnant; he was terrified. He and Nero were on decent terms by that point, but he still beat himself up for not being there for his first son. The thought of history possibly repeating itself filled him with a type of fear he had never experienced before. You had to talk him down from the verge of a panic attack, hands gently cradling his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “You deserve to be happy, Vergil,” you said with so much love in your voice. “And our baby will adore you.”

He was extremely overprotective during your pregnancy, and obsessed over your health. He read every book he could find on pregnancies and babies, he didn’t want any surprises– everything had to go as smoothly as possible.

You gave birth to a daughter, a tiny baby with your features but the same shock of snow white hair as her father.

Nero was a bit freaked out by your relationship at first, he’d worked with you for years— even considered you a friend. And now you were in a relationship with his father and having a baby? His half sibling? He came around, thankfully, and is more than happy for the both of you. Standing outside of the hospital room while you and the baby were being checked over, Nero slapped a hand on his father’s shoulder, “Congrats, man!” He grinned at the baby through the window facing into the room. “Don’t fuck it up.”

You’re a natural at caring for your child, and Vergil’s favourite thing in this entire world is seeing you both happy. Nothing makes his heart flutter more than seeing you standing in the middle of the nursery with your daughter held in your arms, rocking her gently and humming a sweet lullaby under your breath. He recalls a time when his own mother would do the same for him and Dante, even when they insisted they were too old for her to be singing to them. He understands now why she ignored them. Your child will always be your baby, no matter how old she gets. Her big blue eyes slowly drift closed, reluctant but too tired to resist the allure of sleep.

Vergil waits until you lay your daughter into her crib before pulling you into an embrace, leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. He has everything he could ever want, and he promises that he will not fuck this up.

Nero

Nero doesn’t remember a time in his life without you. You grew up together in Fortuna, for a long time it was just you two against the world. Nero never understood how you could always be such a lovely person when you were treated so awfully by everyone around you, but now he knows it’s just who you are. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. You were the type of child to rescue cats from trees and nurse injured birds back to health, and Nero often accompanied you on these righteous ventures– even when he pretended to be doing so reluctantly. Your kindness is what made Nero fall in love with you. Even at such a young age he knew you were special. When his arm changed, becoming suspiciously demon-like, you didn’t judge him and even helped him conceal his transformation from everyone else. There was no big confession between you, you just clicked together like two pieces of a puzzle. The transition between friends and lovers was fuzzy and neither of you can actually tell when you got from A to B.

But that’s okay, because as far as you’re concerned– there hasn’t ever been a moment that you weren’t together. Nero doesn’t know what he’d do without you, every little thing you do fills his soul with pure glee. Some say that the idea of soulmates is silly, Nero heavily disagrees! There are times when he wonders if you would be better off with someone else, someone who lived a safe, normal life. But you don’t want that person. You want Nero.

You two planned your pregnancy, deciding it was time to expand your family. He was with you through every step, every hardship and milestone. You heard the words “How are you feeling?” “Are you okay?” a lot. He was so worried about you, and his unborn child, as most first time parents are. He was incredibly thoughtful and did his best to lessen your stress levels but he also trusted you to know your own limits when it comes to working and household chores.

You went into labour while he was out on a job with Dante, he’d been working more in order to put some money away for when the baby was born. Nero was borderline hysterical, too panicked to even begin to think on what his next actions should be. Dante had to take him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him, “Get it together, kid!” He sent Nero on his way back to you with a promise to take care of the job solo then meet him afterwards at the hospital.

By the time Nero gets to you, you are sitting up in your hospital bed, a tiny bundle of blue blankets in your arms. You cooed at your son, watching over him with just the softest look on your face. Nero’s legs felt weak as he stumbled over to you, unable to tear his focus away from the tiny, white haired, baby. His baby, that he shared with you.

He takes time off work to care for you and your son, the two most important things in his life. He has money stashed away so you won’t be struggling financially, but even when you have recovered and are able to easily function on your own, he’s reluctant to leave you alone. He’s always been fiercely protective of the people he loves, being a father has awoken a level of overprotectiveness that you didn’t even think possible. He’s an absolute mother hen. Nico honestly gets kind of sick of his constant worrying, she’s the one that gets him to “Yo, chill the fuck out” and give you some room to breathe. You appreciate his concern, of course, but his smothering was getting a little overwhelming!

He treasures every moment with your son, and his favourite times are when you sing him to sleep. You really are like an angel in those moments, sent from the heavens to bless every human you come into contact with. He’s blessed to have such a loving, kind and patient life partner.

~ 🖤

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #dmc #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #dmc headcanons #dmc imagines

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sparkbugs · 7 months

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Been thinking bout jrwi all day it’s finally time to watch ep 104. liveblog under the cut!!

So I actually watched the intro (well Bizly’s song of the intro) at 5 am and it’s been stuck in my head ever since! Good song, really wish it was on other platforms to listen to :(

(I can’t believe I’ve “caught up” so fast) ((I’ve been binge watching episodes instead of sleeping so oops!))

Ooo Grizz got white/silver hair :o it looks so nice!!

Haha! Corruption! That sounds so good haha!! Land is going to be worse I feel but ok guys

FUCK THE FUCKING COMPASS. Chip please get rid of it please mannnnn

CORRUPTION SCORE?!? Fuck. Haha that’s a great mechanic! Terrified to see how it works out. Haha how the fuck do you get rid of your corruption points. Grizzly what the fuck /pos this is terrifying and for good reason

(I love getting ads for one piece during this campaign (I haven’t watched one piece))

God they’re all gonna die man I’m so worried godddddd

Ayo Chip calm down man jeez- QUEEN LMAOOOOO

Jay don’t fucking DRINK THE BLACK SEA.

Broken heart island :o OOOO THE TREE :o save the treeeeeee. This is the tree May Ferin draws her power from no?? Save it guys you got this- Oh shit this island is HUGE huge. Ok then

Oh I feel like burning (the tree branches in the way) will go so poorly oh god oh no. Oh… never mind then??

Alphonse ship :) hope they make him a new body that’s not a ship so he can do the things he wants too-

Yeah I think it’s an illusion maybe?? Oh it’s. Not wtf is it the hell. “We should pull up?- we should pull up” yea gillion pull up

LMAO CONTESTED DEX ROLLS AND GILLION WON??? Rip chip

Aw village :( god it would suck if they go by Gryffon (Gryffin? Gryffen??)’s home town :(

“Chip! while the tree is distracted!!” Gillion never change <3

God damn it. “Our specialty: subtle” please. You’re not being subtle and you knew that but god y’all gonna die.

Fyck here they come- “hostile mobs inbound” they’re not gonna be friendly. There’s no way there’s anyone in sane mind around here man. LMAO THEY THREW A ROCK AT HIM AHDJDHSK

Minor illusion to make sounds behind them as they go by that would be kinda smart methinks maybe but! They’re also. Out of magic almost so maybe not hm-

Yeah it’s not safer on land at fucking all man Jesus- Gillion don’t fucking go on land alone I swear to god

They need to rest so fucking badly man shitttt this is so fuckeddddd this is not gonna go welllll aaaaaaaaaa

Nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare /ref

Man I wonder what this place looked like before the Black Sea :( it must’ve been so pretty

Ichor webs! Haha!! Not dangerous or foreboding at all

(In the tone of “the claw from Toy Story”) The Treeeee…

Aw Gryffon :( mannnn i love weeping willows I love pink cherry trees this is such a good tree I agree gillion go save it

The thumbnail is sick btw I don’t think I mentioned that, amazing colors.. I wanna eat the art /pos

God please do Not Split Up for the love of god… STOP FIGHTING YOURE GONNA ATTRACT THE BADDIES OH MH GODDD..:. Aaaaaaaaa DONT SPLIT UPPPP FUCKKK EVERYONE GO TOGETHERRRR the old men on the ship are gonna die :(

“Leave no tres” that’s amazinf holy shit “leave no cinco” is also good

“Do you guys think the tree has chicken??” ????? Chip??????

YEA JAYS THINKING ABOUT THE NOISE THING YEAAAAA the noise attracts them?? I hope. I fuckin hope. Zombie game in the pirate campaign

Hahaaa uh ohhhh… uhh ohhhhh (the uh ohs from tattletail when they get low battery) uhhh. Oooohhhhh…

CONSTRUCT??? A GOOD LIVING THING?? SOMETHING GOOD. OMG IRON GOLEM LIKE MINECRAF.

Just realizing this episode is filmed after Genloss cause of the painting in the back of Charlie’s room. Damn- IS THAG A PRETZEL PLUSHIE IN CONDIS ROOM??

MINECRAF GOLEM YEAAAA HEHEHE… oh chip wtf man :( he didn’t ask for his home to be corrupted :( thisbis a friend I’ve decided I want to keep him

Oh. A rose :D he’s such minecraf moment he’s asking to be friends- aw :( rose died. MARBLE!!! THATS A FRIEND I LOVE THEMMMM

I’ve decided I would die for Marble <3

Oh shit. The black rose!! AAAA GUYS STOP OVER THE FUCKIN TREE. Oh. Black rose pirates. Black Sea. Uhmmmm. Uhmmmmmmmmmmm there’s a connection here I’m missing besides the tragedy of The Hole in the Sea but. Somethings wrongggg mannnn

Mhm totally different gillion totally not the same.

Chip :( aw nooooo :( the memory aaggagshhaaaaa OHHHH HE WAS THERE AS A KID IM SO NORMALLL

Midroll baybeeeee honey time lesgo (Bizly stop ripping your pants)

ISNT IT THE SAME TREE? Was I wrong. WHAT. Ohh it’s in all port isn’t it . Shit

STOPPP RUNNING THROUGH THE PLACE PLEASE

marble :D

STOP RUNNINGGG… bean shape… creechur

KENKU SAVE THEMMMM OHHHG THATS A FRIEND. I too got the impression they were ignoring the party but if it does notice them. I’ll cry

Kenku friend :( save themmmm YEAAA SAVE BIRD

NOOOO WTF A TURTLE FRIEND NEEDS TO SAVE FHEM NOW TOO FUCKKK

Uh oh. Beetle guy uh oh. OH IT HAS A CUTE VOICE. Oh nos

“That’s mine.” “… Nuh uh-“ *gets flattened by hammer*

NOT A DEX SAVE FUCK- oh thank god good job gillion

Man them yawning makes me yawn wtf.

GILLIONNNNNN DONT SAY THATTTT SHHHH

Hollow knight boss lookin ass mf /pos

Kenku friend :D also grizz lookin majestic while beating the shit outta the team

Oh. My god. “You win! Im sorry” im. This is going bad

“Im on team you can just walk out, you can leave” I love jay so much

“Queen, play despacido” i hate it here- Bruno mars canon in mana??

Tortle friend and Kenku friend :D

… oh fuck. OH FUCK WHY DOES IT MOVE SO FAST

80 POINTS ?!?!!! Oh thank god. Fuck man that would’ve been insane

JAY NOO DONT CAGE THE BIRD >:( GET HER OUT THE NET

Jay is so me “I don’t wanna be dealing with this guy right now” yea me too man

Of course he gets two natural 1s in a row rip Charlie slimecicle

“EYE POWER ACTIVATE” CONDI LMAOOOOO AHSHDIDHS

THE FUCKING MIRROR HELPPPPPPPPPP HAHAHAAAA JAY NOOO

Put the big bug guy in the mirror :) catch like a Pokémon NOOOO JAYYYY . Well. Chip please get her she’s in the mirror helpp

Gillion is the Lorax moment.

GILLION NOOOOO FUCKK AWHWHDISBA FISH BOY. A FAIL ON A DEATBSAVE TOO FAURKSHAAHA this is so fine. This is soooo fine haha. This is so fineeee. Grizz realizing how bad this is,, is me right now it’s so fine thoughhhh

GILLON. Fuck that tree mannnn. CHIP GRAB THE FUCKING MIRROR. CHIP. YOU FUCKINGGNGGHDJDHSIHA HOWWWW THIS IS SO FUCKED UPOPP AAAAA IM SO SCAREDDD

GRYFFON GOOOOOOOOOO GET THEY ASS COME ONNNNNNNNN GET THEMM.

In. Frared? Infrawered?? GRIZZLY you good?

Gryffon beat they ass mannn aahdjdhdoaua

CHIP. Thank god. “YOU ALL SMELL LIKE GOOD VESSELS” ?!?!??!? HELLOOOOOO

Gillionnnnnaaaaa my boy :( my fish mannnn also GET JAY PLEASE? Didn’t chip grab the fucking mirror why hasn’t he freed her

…. Treeeeeeeeeeeeeee ….

CHIP YOURE FONNA LEAVE YOUR CREW??? . Gillion. God. Damn it gillion. Aw Kenku :( Kenku friend trying to help Gill :( that’s a friend

Gillion. Pleaseeeeeeeeee fucking hell man. He’s dead AGAINNNNNNN

AWWWW BIRD BIRD TRYINF TO PROTECT GILLION NOOOOOOO BIRD BIRD :( THATS A FRIENDDDD PROTECT HER

“Do we really wanna risk our lives over this random bird?!?” “YES!!!” YEA GILLIONNNNN GET HER >:( JAYGET HER OR ILL FUCKIFN YELL >:(

NIOOOOO BIRD BIRDDDFD LET HER GO YOU BASTARD

PLEASEEEEEEE BIRD BIRD :( I’m so sad

GILLIONNNN AAAGSJDHDSHDJSHS IM SO SCAREDDDD IM SO FUCKIFNHFDISHSKA

Let her out >:( Charlie is so distraught over bird bird me too mannnn

GILLION. Grow big and make bird bird big :D BREAK BIRD BIRD OUR THE CAGE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO that’s a friend :D

Uh. Ohhggg… uh ohhhhh (tattletail uh ohs again)

Uh oh he’s not sleepy anymore. Uh oh. Im so fucking scared

Bird bird better not fuckinf die I love her so much

Corruption. Point. Uh oh.

noc? Knock? Kenku friend :D

NOOOOOOOOOOO BIRD BIRD IM GONNA CRY LET HER BE OKAY

Size coin… come on it better go well. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

This is some power ranger like mecha battle shit power up thing idk how to explain it. (Gillion growing giant and fighting this bitch)

(It’s almost 1 am I’ve been awake too long but I need to finish this episode)

Murder bug guy :D riptide pirates the crew that gets into everyone else’s shit

Uh oh. Gillion goes down again I’m gonna. Lose my mind. Oh my god they’re gonna attract so much trouble with the noise when they fall fucking hell

I totally missed jay leaving the mirror btw she’s 60 ft away but like where??? How???

YEAAA JAY AND GRYFFON SHOOT TO KILL. MURDERRRRR

INFAWRARD LAZER BEAM CANON!!!!!!

You. Tortle. MURDERRR HDJXHSJS HAHAHA GOOD JOB CHIP. NOOOO I KNEW ITTTT THEY WERE ATTRACTING ATTENTION FUCK

“Im gonna start drinking” me fucking too gillion damn.

Good episode, fishman is still down im worried, he went down three times Jesus fuck, also! I knew they were gonna attract attention from zombie ichor guys… debating on watching ep 105 as well before sleeping but we’ll see :)

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi liveblog #yippee #jrwi jay ferin #jrwi gillion #jrwi jay #jrwi chip #jrwi show #jrwilb

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✘ ❝ s' kinda funny really, th' fact that the higher plane is so fixated on results. it's always th' goal t' reach th' absolute end and process it for data on humanity an' further research into th' human soul an' it's..... potential. how it works within' the UG. ❞ he's projecting a bit here; knowing full well that he too, to a point exists within this set of morality but something in it changed. something that flicked in him like a light switch that made things make sense.

❝ knowing th' following, consider this scenario. yer a salary man whose focused on your field of work. you want success. you crave it an' pour yourself into yer work and- finally, ya get it- but, it comes at the price. neglecting your partner. you are barely home and if you are, you aren't giving them attention and all you do is focus on what needs to be done t' set up yer success for the next day. an' if you have extra time off, you make yourself scarce because you are so behind on things in your personal life that you don't make time for them. eventually, your partner whose goals are different than your own, gets tired. they leave you to find their own happiness and you jus' can't understand why. you brought in money. you put a roof over their head an' yet they've decided to repay your hard work with 'abandoning' you, you've done everythin' th way you were raised t' find success the way you were told an' in th' end you lose a support system you didn't know you needed. ❞ he crosses his arms over his chest, rocking back onto his heel as he explains something that was all too common in the RG.

❝ it's been my experience that those who dwell in th' Real Ground only know this thing lil thing called Illusions of Grandeur. It's a system of action that they have known since birth, instilled in them to not go beyond the beaten path. Most of them don't even tend t' realize they follow it- unlike you. you saw the repetition in it. decided you needed out of it an' now you see things from a different perspective. ❞ he put his attention on his composer now, narrowing his eyes on him through his sunglasses before grinning at him. there was so much in that that didn't need to be said. the reason why Yoshiya didn't walk within the RG's light like those he looked over now. a new name. a new path forward. ❝ case an' point bein', if you don't learn t' enjoy th' failures in life, you really start missing out on what it means to live. ❞

now he arrives at his real question. the one he had to ask himself to really get it. as an angel and as a being within' his composers court. an angel who was asking bigger questions of the higher plane knowing full well that this line of thinking went against the hivemind.

❝ so... here's my question, boss. if you could follow your set path to yer ultimate final destination, without ever having to experience failure or regret, would you do it? an' to add to it, would you call that kind of existence 'livin'' a full life? ❞

✘ honesty hour. // accepting

❝ No, ❞ he replied without skipping a beat. ❝ Life is not infallible. If you were to breeze through it, you'd learn nothing about what it means to actually live. The `failures' are lessons to develop your character. Regret, too, can serve as a valuable learning tool. It indicates that you've recognized a mistake or a missed opportunity. It allows you to reflect on what went wrong, which can lead to something more introspective in terms of growth. You remember not to take anything for granted. You know what to do better.

Regret can be a great kick-in-the-ass wake-up call to reevaluate your life as well. Life is messy. That's what makes it real. I would have jumped off 104 all over again if it was that or take the salary man route.... I do have to wonder if the salary man may have had a family in his future, but he started out pursuing monetary career success for himself. Sure, most — especially here in Tokyo — are raised under the pressure of succeeding, quantity over quality. It's tragic. The Higher Plane isn't much different... Now that you are invested in humanity and have seen all the diverse domains in which happiness lies, wouldn't you just hate being back up there, serving that role you had... a drone, no voice, essentially just a mindless instrument? Life isn't meant to be worked through, or sleepwalked through. It's not an illusion; it's an experience. I'd prefer the pain of exploration over the anesthetized stroll without any enlightenment. ❞

#catncore

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kallulovesu · 2 years

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What if 2p and 1p Italy where sharing an s/o? Please and thank you.

1p-2p italy sharing an s/o.

(c/w:) yandere typical behavior, sadism, mentions of violence and the reader getting hurt.

An unlikely duo to most, but they do get along quite a bit (if you look past the rivalry that they’ve developed in more recent years)! Mainly caused by Feliciano’s persistence to get to know his counterpart more when they were younger, and Luciano having grown used to him after all the time spent with each other, unable to truly dislike him after all of that time. Even with the fact he felt as if Feliciano’s ever so present “happy-go-lucky” personality was odd, especially after all he had endured in his lifetime.

It was irritating, it kinda creeped him out too. Yeah, that was a better way to explain how he felt about it.

Expect to be stuck in a villa of some sorts; a nice, little villa with a garden that’s all covered up by the nature surrounding it, not too secluded from the outside world, for there is probably a nearby town, although finding a way over there will prove to be rather tricky. There is also a high chance that the people there are already friendly with Feliciano. So you can already guess that things won’t go well if you were to ask for help from them.

While one of them might offer you more freedom than the other, neither of them like having you leaving the place. Cameras are set up all around to keep this in check, and the doors have locks that only they can really open and close up. Hell, even the windows do. You aren’t allowed to step a single foot inside of the forest before one of them comes to stop you, scolding you.

Actually, I could imagine Feliciano planting false ideas of the forest in the head of a more naive s/o. Speaking of scary wolves roaming the area, more than ready to tear at anyone’s flesh as soon as they dared to enter their territory. Or would they just put long fences around the area that they own so you couldn’t leave at all? Thinking...

Luciano wasn’t such a big fan of the idea of living together with Feliciano at first, but also wouldn’t bring himself to leave you away from him for so long— especially with Feliciano of all people, knowing how touchy the guy can get.

Feliciano

The more innocent of the two! Or perhaps it’s just a cute little act he likes to keep up so you completely let your guard down around him, only for him to eventually reveal the true mastermind that he was.

...I was joking, but Feliciano does take the more positive image others have of him to his advantage when possible, especially with those keen eyes of his, able to notice small, juicy details about someone that would usually fall under the radar. Although he stays quiet, preferring to just giggle about it until he finds himself wanting, or needing to use it.

He’s also most likely the one that has your favor in this scenario. Being the more merciful one of the two, easily turning a blind eye to your lighter mistakes if you rewarded him for if. A kiss usually does the job.

Feliciano is rather selfish. Often hogging you all for himself— even if he wasn’t the best in admitting so. Which is why he sometimes tries getting Luciano on with whatever activities the two of you may do, just as a little apology. It also means he gets double the attention!

By now; it’s probably an unspoken rule that everything you do has to involve him completely, even if you refuse when he tried asking politely. Oh, you want to walk through the garden? Why not let him join you? A shower? He’s actually been thinking of getting one too! Why not let him join in?

A ‘give and take’ kind of guy, mainly leaning into the end that ‘gives’. He loves pampering you with all that he has, and doesn’t mind giving it all up for even the smallest of services you may give him. But it still has to be fair!

Lots of cuddling. Feliciano likes persuading you into napping with him whenever he has free time or just doesn’t feel like doing something; giving you the illusion of choice until you refuse and he’s basically begging you until you change your mind. He’ll be keeping you close in his arms so he won’t have any less of your warmth. But he’s holding too tightly. You can’t move. You’ll try asking Luciano for help once he comes by, only for him to join in. It becomes too warm. You won’t be able to move. You’re completely sandwiched. There’s no escape. They’re both happy though!

Isn’t one to physically punish his s/o, but it’s mainly because he likes to pass the job onto Luciano, who is much rougher with his methods. Feliciano adores it when you crawl back to him— begging him to help you, begging him to save you while you’re all shaky and bruised up. Too vulnerable to care that he was in on this as well.

He’ll patch you all up again, words of affection, words of concern spilling from his mouth while doing so. Scolding the other for his roughness under his breath, as if he wasn’t just as disgusting for finding you enticing in this state.

Luciano

Luciano is rather...overwhelming to deal with, especially with that fickle attitude of his, leaving you unable to read what exactly is going on in that mind of his at some point. He’s also very entitled, at that. Already feeling rather lonely, or simply upset when you don’t fully have your attention on him exactly when he wants you to. Just think of how Feliciano acts, but turned up a notch.

Isn’t fond of being bored, and will often go to you for even an ounce of entertainment. One of his favorite past times is definitely picking on you; poking at topics that are sensitive to you just so he can see a satisfactory reaction. He especially adores it when you cry because of him, getting to hold you afterwards and cooing in fabricated pity about how he didn’t mean it. How he was just joking, so forgive him, hm? Luciano doesn’t mind it if you’re angry at him either, but just a bit. Albeit ignoring him definitely isn’t a really smart option.

He especially likes doing so when you are more determined on escaping. Mainly in hopes of ridding you of the idea of doing so, or perhaps getting you riled up for it instead. It was fun, getting to see just how far he had to push until you fell to the temptation. He’d have fun crushing the hope you had and dragging you back himself. It also meant he got to be creative with the punishments he got to use. ^^

Physical punishments are his favorite, but he loves it when some psychological torture is mixed in, further rubbing salt on your wounds and basically spitting on your face. Figuratively so.

That was a heavy start, sorry. Let’s slow things back down a bit.

Most definitely means his gestures of affection towards you, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Although he heavily prefers to be on the receiving end. For example— Luciano doesn’t mention this a lot, but he adores it when you praise him. Although it should be clear with how happy he seems afterwards.

Likes kidnapping you from the house just so the two of you can walk outside for a bit, admiring the nature surrounding the area. It really is pretty, in his opinion, and shouldn’t be going to waste with the three of you always staying inside and being hermits!

But he won’t let his guard down, making sure to keep an eye on you. Or he’ll just use some handcuffs to completely seal the two of you together. That always works.

Oh, he’s the one getting spooned when you cuddle by the way. Just a nice little fact.

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Hello! I love your writing! May i ask for a one-shot where dazai's female s/o sees him without his bandages for the first time and she starts kissing his scars to show how much she loves every part of him?

Osamu Dazai was a man of secrets. That much could be seen, plain and simple, there in broad daylight for anyone who'd ever met him to see. That fact always amused you in a way; how the only thing he ever gave out freely was the knowledge that he hid away under bandages and flirty smiles. Osamu Dazai was a man of secrets yes,

But you had never rushed to pull them from him.

Unlike so many, you tried.

You laughed with him, let him decide where to start and when to end. You were gentle with him, even when he insisted he didn't need it; when he'd denied himself after falling apart in your arms the first time, to which you'd only smiled with a hind of sadness in your eyes and settled at his side again. He was made of secrets and fragments, colored glass painting pictures of years he wish he hadn't, tried to see life in the instant before death. He had searched for a meaning for so long, he lost the ones who gave it any semblance of purpose, all before he'd ever laid eyes on you.

But that day had been possibility, plain and simple, opening like white roses to the sun as soon as dawn broke and he wandered into the office to see you; your eyes had been heavy with sleep as you shook his hand and introduced yourself, your name sounding sweet as a hymn as it spilled from your lips.

The rest was history, really.

You became friends, then partners in crime, and now lovers; the kind to be envied, who kiss as if every touch is relief, who hold each other as though the world makes sense in the arms of another. You had a love deep as quiet water, with it's glass surface hiding so much, the illusion of perfection protecting a world just for you.

But still, he hid, and he knew if he kept on, he would lose you. Sure, you were happy now, but what of the days when you tired of waiting? When you were exhausted from trying to help him stay together, and vanished like everyone else? There was a reason Dazai had only ever tried to find a partner in death; it was because he believed he didn't have it in himself to trust someone to find one for life. But he wanted you there, as long as he could have you, and it was a wanting that pulled at his mind each night as he felt you slumber in his arms. He loved you, and even if it had taken him so long to realize it, to accept it, hell, to say it to you, Dazai knew there were few, if any people, who were willing to wait for the man of secrets to reveal himself.

He wanted to let you in.

All he needed was a moment of stupid bravery, where he could forget the terror that flooded him at the thought of loosing you. There was no getting rid of that fear, but if he wanted to keep you, he had to risk it all.

It was just another simple truth.

That night felt like a goodbye as Dazai left himself vulnerable for the first time in so long. The air on his skin felt like a warning, the apartment he shared with you becoming suffocating as he felt panic overtake him. He'd told you countless times he wasn't a good person; that he had done horrible things, things he would never be able to undo. He had tried early on to save you, and every time you had found your way back. If you want me gone, I'll go, you'd said, but if you want me to stay, I will be here for as long as you'll have me.

You don't understand, he thought now, vision swimming as his breath quickened, sweat beading across his bare back as he heard the front door unlock. It won't be my choice anymore after this.

This was the moment he had feared for so long, and he was loosing to it. Shaking and cold, he heard your things drop to the floor a million miles away, your hands gripping his own with fear in your eyes.

"Please," he shuddered, "not now. Not like this."

Now with tears on your own cheeks you pulled back, eyes cast to the floor as you did as he asked. In another moment, he was alone again, alone save for the ghosts that wailed in his head day and night. Now they howled your name, tearing through him not in fury but in sorrow. But through the gale, still you broke through, your voice calling his name through the door.

Only it wasn't a call.

It was a plea; a whisper so soft and desperate in which you had made his name a prayer.

"Please," you said. "I want to help you and I understand if you aren't ready but...I promise I won't hurt you." You sounded as broken as he felt.

You sounded afraid.

"I know you've probably heard that before," you laughed shortly, hands pressed on the cool wood on your side as the world rushed on outside. "But I could never lie to you;

I love you to much."

There it was. Finally said, something realized but never fleshed out, was your truth to him. You presented it with tender melancholy, offering your heart through a closed door while you realized there would always be a part of him he hid.

But what he realized there, back against the door and your voice heavy in his head, was that hiding places are only worth as much as the one who finds them. That it would mean nothing to him if there weren't someone to care enough to make him feel wanted. He remembered only minutes ago, when you had looked at him with your eyes flooded with fear;

Fear for him.

You hadn't run from him at all, hadn't been afraid of the crushed man you saw before you; instead you had run to his side, ready to do anything to make him alright again.

He realized that he trusted you more than he ever thought he could trust someone; and that he wanted to let you in more than anything.

So when he opened the door and let you pull him into your arms, it was all he could do not to melt into you completely. It took everything he was not to let out a sob as he felt you kiss his hands, wrists, arms, the jagged lines that crossed his skin with a touch so light it felt like heaven. The pain ebbed away slowly, until he was left with his quirt fear and you: the angel who met the fear in battle and chose to fight.

"I'm ready to talk," he whispered, to which you smiled softy and kissed his lips, letting yourself linger before you answered him.

"I'm ready to listen."

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs Hc's

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, delusions, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, blackmailing, guilt-tripping, threatening, violence, controlling behavior, degradation, sadism, torture, violence, death, aged up characters

I still have a few requests where a few other characters were asked in such Hc forms so I only did the ones that weren't requested and I've been wanting to write about.

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅Above everything, Atsushi’s delusions, clinginess and his overall paranoia and desperation stands out. He has low self-esteem to put it positively, he often sees himself as a burden and doesn’t believe himself to be very strong like all the other Agency members. He’s tried multiple times to prove his worth to others, that he has the right to exist. So what exactly happens after he’s been confronted with such a kind soul like you? He falls in love and holy smokey, he falls fast and hard. Deluding himself into thinking that as long as he has his darling and they love him, his life will be worth something. And they will love him hopefully.From there on this guy pretty much starts dedicating his whole love and attention to his darling, treasuring them to the extent where he successfully breaks through as a worshipper. Extremely needy to receive love and to show his own love as well. Separation anxiety and the fear to be replaced force him into a position where he can’t stand being too long away from you without hearing your voice and touching you and the scapegoat of his crushing hugs and affection will always be you.

🐅Growing from this vast illusion of his that he is worth something as long as he can stay by your side and this quickly devouring paranoia of his is something much darker that doesn’t match with his usually bashful and lovesick behavior. A possessiveness and urge to protect you that will result in fatal violence. Atsushi has two sides to him and he probably isn’t above using manipulation on his s/o as well. Insecure, so terribly insecure as he is with his possessiveness whispering sinister things into his mind, he won’t exactly shy away from using his past and his submissive nature against you to keep you away from the people he can not help but view as rivals and a danger for your relationship. There he is, crying and sobbing why he still isn’t good enough and what he can do to make you stay, a sight that twitches your heartstrings in a way you can’t ignore.

🐅This jealousy of his steams rather from his own low confidence and even with his delusions that at one point you love him just as much as he does, he can’t get rid of the thought that you might find someone better than him. He has met so many persons who he deems to be cooler, maybe even more fitting to protect you yet only the faintest thought of this has his heart screaming and crying in terror and agony. How could he ever lose his sweetheart without fighting? As much as he respects Dazai as his sensei of some sort, he knows that guy is charming and certainly might mess with his darling to get under Atsushi’s skin a bit which is why the weretiger boy can’t ignore this slight feeling of dread whenever he sees his s/o and Dazai talking alone. About this constant tingling of his jealousy Atsushi feels often rather torn apart, on the one hand he loves seeing his darling happy and on the other he never is able to push away his fear when seeing you enjoying yourself with someone else. Monopolizing your time is a common respond of his, never straying away from your side and making it a habit to glue to your side.

🐅Here comes the truly dark aspect of Atsushi as a Yandere, he has a tendency to grow extremely violent and brutal. Mostly a shy boy who is easily to tease by his darling, the utter obsession and adoration, the way he just worships his darling to the point where he believes that his worth depends on how much they love him and how happy he can make them is what ends up as a downfall to everyone who stands in the way for this. Atsushi just has to have his darling, otherwise he’d just want to die. And his ability to transform into a tiger reveals a more animalistic side of his, one that merely runs on the instinct to kill everyone who threatens what he loves most. His emotions tend to get the better of him, especially his anger which will be his opponent’s demise in the end. Be it just someone who tries to court his darling and ignores the fair red flags of Atsushi’s warning growls or someone who was dumb enough to attack you, Atsushi will protect what is his with teeth and claws, leaving only bloody shreds in the end.

🐅In the end it’s one simple thing that might push his last buttons to abduct his darling and that is this paranoia, like a cold and constant shudder that never truly leaves him alone. Only those peaceful times he gets to spend with his darling, in their warm and welcoming presence with their natural scent surrounding him that always manages to melt his fears away with ease, frees him temporarily from his fear. But as soon as he is away or doesn’t know where s/o is, it starts again. The paranoia that you might just meet someone you prefer over him, that in this very moment you’re being attacked. It’s why this boy here spams his darling incredibly often with messages and if a reply in the next few seconds doesn’t happen, he already is on high alert. There are attempts to lead a normal relationship with his darling, though it is on a more toxic and unhealthy side due to Atsushi’s constant guilt-tripping and his paranoia. Yet there is only one thing needed to make him snap and that means game over for his darling.

🐅His little obsession grows to be a nightmare for you even if Atsushi on first glance looks like a really cute and friendly guy. He’s grown to memorize your favorite hobbies, food, colors, animals and so much more and even if he can’t effort expensive presents, he often gifts you sold flowers he’s picked up himself or whatever he can buy to hopefully bring a smile to your face. As much as he’s ready to do about anything you ask him to do, never try to use him for his naivety like this and only pretend to love him. Even if he might need a long time to catch on or someone else tells him before he even noticed, it’ll only end in a nightmarish experience. Betrayal that is eating his heart away, tears that won’t stop falling as his whole body shakes before he releases a feral cry that doesn’t sound human. That’s when he suddenly explodes, his wrath getting the better of him and he starts destroying in a blind frenzy everything around him, partially transforming. His darling gets for the most part unharmed away, though they might suffer a few scratches in the process. Normally a sweetheart, the monster that you don’t recognize as one is supposedly the scariest. Yet it is gut-wrenching to leave him when he is at your feet and begging not to abandon him.

Kunikida Doppo

📓Kunikida is a man who has his own order and structure in life, he has neatly written down all his ideals in that little book of his and wants to stick to this rules he has. Yet his darling had to interfere with this daily routine of his, get into his very head until he couldn’t get them out of his thoughts anymore. He is aware of his own obsession which he doesn’t see himself to be fit but he can’t get rid or ignore his emotions either which almost vexes him as much as Dazai’s constant suicide attempts. He eventually comes to accept his feelings after some time and that is the main core where his possessiveness grows from there on. This man doesn’t stray from his ideals and so as soon as he has decided that his darling will be his lover and spouse in the future, he will remain determined until the very end. His darling doesn’t have to exactly fit into his ideal picture and that is what makes Kunikida so possessive after all, darling just broke his firm wants in a perfect partner.

📓As a gentleman who chooses the way of pursuing you normally at first, he quickly grows obsessed and he will remember and most likely note down every bit of information he can get about you. It’s all neatly written down somewhere and the more this obsession grows, the more he tends to go into detail with it. He turns, without surprise, out to be on a more controlling side. He might not catch his darling in like some other Yanderes would do it yet there is a certain restriction put on his s/o, certain expectations and ideals Kunikida still values and wants you to listen too. A few rules won’t hurt after all, they only will help a harmonious relationship between you two. Kunikida also has is not above manipulation as well if he believes that it is needed. He won’t use guilt-tripping like Atsushi, but he is a smart guy and as the keen observer that he is, it isn’t too hard for him to point out things that only end up making him look more trustworthy in the end. You might suddenly seek suddenly more advice and protection from him and his manipulation is so subtle that it’s not easy to notice. But it will have most likely some influence on your life and your daily routine.

📓Trust is something Kunikida has put high on the list of things he would like to achieve and have in this relationship, without trust anything will be useless in the end. And jealousy is something he hopes that will be under him, he doesn’t wish to ridicule himself in front of the s/o or others. He wants his darling to socialize as well. The easiest way to push his button is still the one guy who probably would drive many over the edge, his name is Dazai. Naturally someone who can get on Kunikida’s nerves, it’s relatively easy for the ex-Mafia to force a jealous feeling out of Kunikida, especially if he does it on purpose. Kunikida will probably have his most temperamental jealous reactions in front of Dazai and oh lord, he’s always so embarrassed afterwards. It’s never like this with other persons, though he probably can’t rest fully easy with letting you meet a person you see often without knowing the full relationship between you and them. A wish to meet a person that is slowly starting to scratch him because they seem to like you in a way that isn’t platonic is his initial reaction. A wish to ask this person a few questions, to clarify a few things. In about 9 out of 10 cases it ends in an interrogation.

📓With his strict and harsh attitude he won’t really hesitate to hand out punishments when someone committed something against the law or against personal human right, especially not when it involves s/o. He is a virtuous person, his desire to protect others is a strong one. Yet he doesn’t search for bloodshed and death. Kunikida has seen innocent and young people getting killed in front of him and that resulted in him sticking to a certain belief. That killing someone isn’t always the only way so he will always try to look for a way to solve a problem without having to rob someone of their life. Most punishments others receive are legal, made by laws and rules from the government and a court. Kunikida isn’t someone who is into tormenting others so he’s exerted to make a punishment quick and without much suffering. Even when in a raging frenzy where he might end up killing someone, he’ll never overdo it.

📓I wouldn’t say that the idea of kidnapping is something that would cross Kunikida’s mind initially and even if he is possessive and protective, he’s still far away from the paranoia Atsushi harbors inside of him. His ability is to keep a relatively calm and logical composure on himself and as long as his mental state doesn’t deteriorate, he won’t use force. He has things planned out after all, the wooing, the dating up to the point of marriage. That might turn out to be the thing that poses to be a threat since within his ideals are certain chains that will end up trapping his darling a bit into certain things. Breaking this plans of his and bending his own rules a bit is what causes a mental breakdown within Kunikida so he strictly avoids kidnapping. He couldn’t really bear with himself if he were to really abduct his darling due to his awareness over his feelings. Unless it isn’t an emergency and your life is at risk, the furthest he would do is isolating you a bit.

📓Kunikida likes to organize things so he always will schedule dates neatly on days where the two of you have some free time to spare. Holds huge respect for his darling and he actually is willing to leave some free space in between his expectations or even be convinced into changing things a bit, that is if s/o hasn’t given him a reason to tighten his grip on them a bit. After all despite his strictness, Kunikida can tend to be on a more soft side. It’s still not his style to spoil and cuddle his s/o, he doesn’t want them to believe that they’ll just get everything they want. Sure, he has his moments where he feels in a generous mood and would be willing to spend a bit money on you, but don’t expect it to be the norm. He probably wouldn guarantee that you at least get the things done that you have to do, for your job or something you promised to do, including certain household chores. He’s no slave driver but he will push you if laziness keeps you from doing something important. His whole intelligence aside, it’s actually not unlikely that you might be able to fool him sometimes since he tends to be a bit naive.

Yosano Akiko

🦋Yosano is aware, protective and shows slight hints for some sadistic traits. She’s highly respected in the Agency for her calm and nonchalant behavior, staying under composure even under pressure and always taking some sort of leader role when someone needs advice. Quite perceptive, she has figured out after a while that this crush of hers goes beyond the norm of healthy love and even if it concerns her, she’s able to deal with more responsibility and less twisted darkness the given situation, differently from some of her fellow Agency members. She’s able to stay fair in terms of her darling and the rights they get, not letting her own obsession interfere and control too much. Though she has those sadistic phrases of hers which will give her s/o quite the startle, gleeful when they accidentally hurt themself and showing a morbid fascination, maybe pressing down a bit too hard whilst examining the wound. Yet she’s also protective and values as a doctor human life so at the end of it all she’ll always snap out of it and patch the wound up, take care of whatever needs to be taken care of.

🦋A huddled yet balanced mix of lovestruck and strict. As I mentioned it, she doesn’t let her intense love get in her way of seeing things as they are which means she’ll never be too spoiling and pampering nor will she be too stern and controlling. You’re your own individual who can look after yourself and unless she thinks you can’t, she’ll never step too much into your personal life to play mother hen. She’ll do it if she thinks that she has to be which does mean that she’ll have to grow more controlling. Especially with your health she’s petty if needed and so she’ll be quite strict when it comes to taking care of your own health, physically or mentally and advices given from her are meant to be followed, no playing in such areas. At the same time she’s also quite often in a good mood and likes dragging her s/o in her shopping tours where she tends to buy them the one or another thing. It’s not enough to be counted as her pampering you yet it’s safe to say the lady can be generous as long as she isn’t given a reason to be mad or disappointed in you.

🦋Prides herself on being a strong woman who has her very own ability to not be easily befallen from jealousy. She’s contend with having her darling be free enough to keep in contact with family and friends and socialize, isolation would only be a damage to their mental well-being and even if she’s sadistic, she draws a limit. Yosano is not completely sure immune against this feeling that sometimes creeps up on her though. Smart enough to observe whether her jealousy is justified or not, she’ll only really show her discomfort when she believes that her feelings are justified. Now if someone were to ignore her additionally to all of this or have the audacity to call themself more fitting to be with you, this doctor here is very content in exposing a far more eerie side to her. Making her jealous is one thing, belittling her on top of that and plainly turning an eye to the fact that she’s your girlfriend is a completely different one. And instead of subtly warning and reminding someone that you’re in a relationship with her, she’ll make that person remember this in a far more different way.

🦋I do believe that she has a soft spot, she puts life in a high place after all. However, belittle her or her s/o or push the wrong buttons and you’ll come to realize quickly that she is a force to be recognized. Don’t forget that she has a very sadistic side to her and she won’t hesitate to break someone’s fingers if they dared to mistreat her or her darling. When confronted with an asshole she won’t be very kind and it’ll be almost like a switch was turned inside of her. The normally calm and composed attitude of here will be replaced by the one of a young maniac who will give others a perfect scare. Mistaking her kindness she shows her darling for forgiveness and thinking that she will be lenient is a mistake, one that can end in broken bones and blood spilled all over the place. Whether she only uses someone as a punching bag to heal them after with her dreadful treatment or leaves them all broken and cut is up to the act they committed. She’ll never kill someone, but they’ll be left on the edge of eternal darkness.

🦋Despite her occasional sadistic waves of emotions the relationship with her is relatively normal and even if Yosano can appear to be a bit too harsh from time to time, she’s always fair. It’s not like she puts her darling higher than herself nor is she someone to put herself above her darling either. Content enough to create a love where both of you are equal and important. It would be against certain morals of hers to advice her darling since she has put a lot of work and pride into this love life she created with them despite her Yandere side. Being that desperate isn’t a corner she wants herself to be pushed nor would she expect that you’d be able to see her in the same light as before if she’s actually do it. So I don’t see her taking her s/o by force into her house, with time things will flow naturally and even if she might have her phrases of paranoia where she sticks her darling to her side or isolated them for a bit, she’d never do anything out of the line.

🦋She kind of doesn’t let her friends in the Agency on about her crush and relationship at first either, though not for quite the possessive reasons as Dazai would. She just wants to have worked and figured things out before she lets others on about her new relationship. If you observe her calmly and closely, you might be able to do notice that she might just act the tiniest bit out of the usual, seemingly thoughtful when no emergency is keeping them busy. She won’t let her love and thoughts interfere with her work. Casting aside her roughness, over time her and you developed quite a few sweet couple things you two do with each other. Sweet morning and good night messages, some cute notes or small letters to cheer the other up when they feel a bit more down or sad and wearing something to symbolize that you two are lovers. Maybe some sort of bracelet. When not in her formal attire for the Agency, couple outfits might happen every once in a while as well. She wouldn’t use her ability on her darling as long as they really are in great danger, though as a protective doctor lover she’ll always have to check twice if she hears that you’ve suffered an injury that isn’t just a minor scratch.

Tanizaki Junichiro

🧡This poor guy here, sane enough to know that his darling probably won’t even notice him since he is quite shy around them yet delusional enough to not view his own feelings as wrong, making him a semi-delusional Yandere. Tanizaki is also a possessive and obsessive Yandere, though both are very subtle traits at the beginning. Especially his obsession manifests quickly and it’s bad enough to escalate to the point where he ends up stealing something from them. His sense of morality is a weak one to say the least, it makes him quite menace in certain situations. He’s smart enough to not constantly take away your things, but he’s stolen more than a handful already, keeping them somewhere only he, and probably his sister as soon as she’s let in on her brother’s love, can find them. His possessiveness isn’t quite outstanding unless it’s when he is being confronted by a love rival or is lead to the belief that you’ll leave him or are in danger.

🧡Junichiro is protective, though here as well he can keep himself subtle as long as he isn’t given a reason to feel otherwise. He loves and cares for his darling and with time he finds himself falling into the habit of wanting to baby them a bit, though he himself can be a very clumsy guy. Protective can turn quickly into overprotective the moment you suffered for the first time a severe injury in the relationship, a memory that leaves a bad and lasting scar on his mental health and it’s afterwards that he turns overbearing and careful and cautious with everything and everyone. Clingy as well, though his physical affection pales next to Naomi’s, though it’s still counted as strong smothering. Especially in private he can and will be very affectionate, in public he’s mostly more gentle and respectful. Lovestruck is a good word to describe him, though he has a bubbly and pure love on him as well as the possessive and bloody one.

🧡Whilst not sharing the same insecurities as Atsushi, Tanizaki still views himself as an average college student. There’s nothing to special about him, though his sister often tells him that this isn’t true. Yet there is no denial he has the fear that there will be someone that might be better than him, he knows that such people exist. Even if he doesn’t tend to go as quickly jealous as Atsushi, he isn’t someone to be exactly confident either. The orange-haired boy still gets fairly quickly jealous, cue sign for his possessiveness to be triggered. Now don’t think of him as some jealous meanie, he does attempt to stay silent whilst squirming uncomfortably at first as long as he knows who the person is you’re talking to. The same does not count for strangers who think flirting and flustering you is a good idea, instead he’ll only step possessively in front of you with a pissed and furrowed expression on his face.

🧡His sense of moral is a questionable one since Junichiro doesn’t hesitate to take a immoral approach which included harming others if it means protecting those he cares about. Just look at how highly bloody and violent he turns whenever someone endangers his sister Naomi and you’ll probably can picture how it’ll turn out with his darling. He’s without a second to hesitate ready to take death of people through his one hands on his shoulders if it means he can protect the s/o. He said that he’s ready to burn the world for his sister and the same counts for him his treasured darling. Living a life without them is like the world just lost it’s color and anxiety tends to get ahead of him. So even if he feels like he’s only second-best in comparison to the people in the Agency and shares some insecurities, it’s a bold mistake to underestimate him. His ability Light Snow is a perfect ability to kill someone without the average person knowing what even hit them. Pushing him into a corner and harming his s/o is the best and quickest way to truly let him reveal his dark colors and feelings.

🧡Naomi as the main supporter of this relationship might just be a bit more impatient than Tanizaki himself is. She’s somewhat possessive over her brother so she’ll still insist on living together with him, only that she wants you to move in with them now. Her brother, even if deep down hoping and wishing the same, would probably still decide to take things a bit slower and to not make you feel pressured. Junichiro was never someone to rush the things in this relationship, his darling kind of gets to decide the pacing and he’ll just match their tempo. He isn’t a very possessive guy unless there are certain triggers and if he were to ever kidnap his darling, it’ll either be because of his possessiveness or overprotectiveness being pushed over the plank, in the worst case scenario it’s even both. The boy isn’t keen on the idea though, he wouldn’t be able to take their possible hatred or tears afterwards. It’ll only get to his head and bother him for weeks after. He dreams of a normal relationship.

🧡Naomi, even with slight initial jealousy, honestly just becomes your best friend by more or less her own persistence. Because if her brother is helplessly in love, she’ll help dear Tanizaki of course. She gives him advice on how to approach you, talk to you and what he can do to make you happy. With her more possessive behavior over her brother here the question is if her advices are always good or not. The college student can’t effort much gifts with the money he has, but he likes cooking for his s/o a lot. It’s one of the very few things he feels he’s decent enough to be called good in. He probably cooks for Naomi quite often anyways so he’ll start cooking for you as well. Won’t be able to hide you as his crush and lover for too long from the preying eyes of his fellow members in the Agency because he’s so bad at it. Quite ready to embarrass himself if it means that he can put a smile on your face, if you were to buy him something or craft something for him to wear he will do so, even if it’ll cause others to chuckle when seeing it.

Izumi Kyouka

🌸She has started removing the impassiveness that she used to carry around during her time with the mafia which reveal a somewhat childish side of hers since she’s still a teenager. Loving someone romantically is yet something she has to experience for herself and it is frightening as much as it is wonderful for her. She is more of a delusional Yandere who won’t think I’ll of her emotions, though she has a small twist with her. Kyouka is very aware that she did wrong and that her darling might just see her as a serial killer as soon as they would find out that she has murdered 35 people as an assassin. A girl that becomes as delicate as a flower under the light of love fears the hatred, the fear you might throw at her upon receiving those news. It’s the main reason she doesn’t dare to approach you yet, though part of it is her own bashfulness. As a stealthy person, she most likely ends up stalking her darling a lot. She won’t break into their house, but she trails silently behind them in public or secretly escorts them on their way back home.

🌸Only after she can tell herself for certain that her darling loves her, will she become more delusional. Her s/o and her are from now on after all a happy couple, aren’t they? She’s protective and she has reasons to be paranoid (most characters have tbh). I wouldn’t say that she’s as terribly overprotective and babying as some people like Chuuya are, but her occupation is a dangerous one and she certainly won’t let anyone or anything lay a wrong finger on her s/o. You have your freedom and she isn’t as overbearing as to always want to have you with her, but walking late at night and suspicious places always gives her a bad feeling. She never really has the heart to argue strongly against darling though, she still has her own insecurities and always gets struck with anxiety when she makes s/o mad. That brings her back to stalking them if she isn’t able to convince them into staying somewhere safe or they don’t want her company. She only wants love after all and even if she finds herself a bit skittish with sudden affection, with time to grow accustomed to it she’ll want more.

🌸What a new and annoying feeling jealously is for Kyouka. She has never really experienced it before and differently from the feelings she has for you, warm and giving her a strong feeling of security, she would describe jealousy as the complete opposite. She feels insecure and a bit scared. Kyouka finds herself on a bit possessive side as well, though she tries to fight the darkness in her mind. The girl does allow herself to be more altruistic in situations, she loves putting a smile on her darling’s face after all. Being less insecure than Atsushi is, she beats him in ensuring people you’re very affectionate better. Her delusions keep her often in control as well, she sticks to her belief that her s/o and her are a loving pair. It’s not like you haven’t seen her limits either, she can snap easily if someone tries to flirt and woo you. Not someone to be very talkative, she isn’t someone to be noisy and catch attention since that’s the last thing she would want. Do not underestimate the heavy glare she always shoots at the counterpart. This blankly dark expression of hers gets under their skin one or another way. She’d never kill someone for jealousy reasons, although it did happen that she frightened the excessively annoying people with her skills a bit.

🌸There are improvements for a healthy sense of morality. Kyouka’s morality on the other hand is still in development despite her trying to prove that she isn’t only worth something as long as she kills others. Trying to not give in to her sinister and killer instincts is hard from time to time, but the dark-haired girl tries her best. If she had to choose, she’d still decide to bloody ways if it means protecting the people in her Agency and her love. She’ll have to be secretive about it, not wanting the Agency, her s/o nor someone else to find out. Kyouka does genuinely conquer the darkness in her mind so even with her past, she’s never someone to kill without having a good reasons. She also thinks about it in order to have a plan unlike Atsushi who always lets his rage consume him. A graceful killer who will give a quick death. She doesn’t enjoy seeing people in agony or tormenting them, she merely justifies it as getting rid of a person that has been a pain and torture in your life. She does what she needs to do.

🌸To be very sincere, I do not see Kyouka doing something like this. As I mentioned earlier, she can be a very selfless Yandere and only care for what is the best and makes you happy. With her paranoia and possessiveness that is a trait to be acknowledged. I won’t say that she is an innocent angel either, the thought has crossed her mind before when her will was a bit shaken yet she never had the heart to do this. Even if the paranoia of you being hurt is strong, the fear of you not loving her and loathing her is equally bad in her eyes. She has her manipulative moments where she influences the surroundings around her to somehow trick you into staying in one area where you’ll hopefully be safe, but that’s it already. Finding a balance between her own protective side and your joy leads to her becoming a permanent stalker after all, no matter how far this relationship has already progressed. She finds herself calming down a bit the moment you two would move in together and to be frank, she would totally love that.

🌸Poor Atsushi turns out to be her personal dating advisor since she is extremely close to him, though other members from the Agency kinda hinted that he might not be the best person to ask either. Kyouka is a rather blunt person as soon as she has gotten over her initial shyness in regards of you, though she’d never say something that might hurt you. Why? Because she is drunk on love. All her stalking aside, she loves taking her s/o on a walk through Yokohama and often she finds herself going to buy some Crêpes with her darling. She loves those after all and wants to share them with the person she loves. Atsushi might end up tagging along so he can pay, but by now Kyouka earns her own money which she’ll also use for such delicious traits. Given her sweet tooth, with time a hobby of you two becomes baking cupcakes, cookies and whatever you two want to try out.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠Chuuya is possessive and overprotective. He has never been happy about the life he’s had so far. His connection to Arahabaki that made him question how much humanity he actually has in him, his failed position as a leader for the Sheep and their betrayal and his current position as an Executive in the Port Mafia. All he asks for is being able to keep a stable relationship with his darling, one that isn’t tainted and ruined by something or someone. He has confidence in himself that he’ll be able to court his darling normally, though he has a paranoia deep inside his core as well which will be especially triggered if Dazai were to come into the picture. It’s pretty cannon that Dazai loves testing Chuuya’s limits and s/o won’t be an exception for this. In general Chuuya is rather trigger-happy and due to his hot tempered nature, it’s not that unlikely that he’ll lose his cool over something which will only worsen his possessiveness and overprotectiveness. His protective side is indeed something that can cause him to treat his darling like a Chinese doll sometimes, made out of fragile porcelain who he wants to dote on.

🟠For the biggest part, Chuuya is rather aware of his actions. His profession is not one that’s morally right nor is his little obsession about his darling. So deep down there is the chance that he feels somewhat bad for what he sometimes puts you through, though never in a way where he harms you directly. More in an indirect way by ripping away those you might love as soon as they’ve done something that successfully has made him see red out of rage. Chuuya isn’t very manipulative, he just has to keep some things a secret that he knows would made you petrified of him, so you’ll never know what kind of lifestyle he has until something spills the tea. Yet there is always the chance for a switch to a rather delusional turn for him, partially he has already deluded himself into thinking that way. That is in regards of your well-being which he puts about as high as the fact that you’ll stay with him. Telling himself that he can protect and cherish you best has awoken the illusion inside of him that brutally hurting and killing other people if one of those two conditions were to be broken is the only right thing.

🟠A grown-ass man sometimes tends to be like a child, annoying you to get some affection out of you. Chuuya isn’t terribly clingy, not to the same extent Dazai can become, though his affection is somewhat above the average as well. The redhead needs his cuddles as well from time to time so when he’s alone with his darling, he can be quite silly. But for the love of him, do not try to make him jealous because he’s possessive as hell, his protective side will most likely play part in it as well. Chuuya tends to get jealous quickly as soon as someone has stared at his s/o for too long and he’ll be vocal about this annoying and itching feeling inside of him. Quite brash and impolite with his pick of words and the tone he spits them out, an irritated and mad look on his face. He’ll let it slip if the other person leaves with their tail between their legs then and there, though further testing his already crossed limits or even having the fucking audacity to talk or flirt with you is the final line to be drawn. Don’t you even dare! Chuuya will explode and chances are that he’ll already be out of instinct a bit violent, though the true bruises and agony awaits this idiot as soon as he’s sure no one will catch him.

🟠Fuck with his darling, hurt them or try to court them and take them away from him and you’re in for something. The Executive will, without sugarcoating it, break your bones and crush your jaw, beat you up until you’re beyond recognition. He ain’t playing or joking around at all, threats have to be removed after all and most of the time he’ll leave them either half-dead with the chances that they’re either unable to recover fully or will die soon after. Or he’ll kill them, going easy on someone is never the case, the most merciful he’s been was when he smashed someone’s face with his knee, breaking their jaw, nose and knocking about half of the front teeth out. He’s put your family and friends into a category he’ll protect under certain circumstances as well as long as no one of them has harmed you in a way. Don’t think that he won’t do something though if they want to interfere somehow the relationship, he might go a bit more lenient, but it won’t be a pleasant experience either. He’ll try to stay a bit rational and not let his emotions get the better of him most of the time, he’ll corner his victim when they’re somewhere alone without any witnesses. There is still the possibility for him to attack someone even if he were to be in public, if someone would hurt you in front of his eyes for example.

🟠He might just coax his s/o into living together in a comfy house in a more quiet and isolated yet safe district at some point. He’s aware enough to not want to abduct his s/o. That’s just the dragging hope of his to have a taste of a normal life, to be a normal boyfriend and enjoy this sweet lovers life that the both of you have. Do you recall me mentioning that he can have a complete switch and go into full delusional and paranoid mode? That’s when Chuuya will end up kidnapping his s/o and forcing them into a turbulent life with him, one that he yet seems to be the only option he has left to keep you and protect you. There might be a subconscious part of him that knows that he’s being selfish right now and he curses and wishes the worst upon the one factor who ends up with the highest chances to be that trigger. His former partner Dazai. Keeping you a secret from that guy is essential, absolutely necessary in Chuuya’s mind to not risk anything. He has a bitter feeling inside of his throat, sheer disappointment and frustration that he couldn’t do even that and was pushed in so much anxiety that he had to reveal his true identity and bend you via fear into shape. But there was no other way and at this point he’s so desperate to avoid the painful awareness of all of this that he’s fully wrapped himself in a pretty lie of his.

🟠He’s such a gentleman before everything goes downhill. Cute things to wear since he loves dolling you up a bit, most of the time only for his eyes, night strolls and passionate kisses and touches. He’s not perfect, but he has the charm and up until the point where Dazai breaks him and haunts him like a poltergeist, he possesses the smug confidence as well. Loves flustering you a lot, it boosts his ego even more and it looks too adorable on an additional side note. Spoiling your from time to time happens as well as long as you behave, flowers, chocolate and from time to time a few jewels as well. All of that is gone after he carved in under the pressure Dazai’s constant appearances inflicted on him, damage is done at this point to his and your mentality. You might not even believe that the man in front of you is the same man you used to be in wonderful love with. He’s distraught, desperate to justify his actions to you, to himself just to repair this broken relationship. He still believes that it can work, that both of you can go back to how you used to be as lovers, but that is only if you’d give him a fucking chance! Why won’t you listen to him and make all of this easier?! It is possible that he’ll lessen his grip around you after he feels like he can trust you again, though he won’t stray away from your side if he lets you out, horrified to bump into Dazai again.

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railroad-migraine · 3 years

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Hello! Your critical role hc's are so cute, Mollymauk's especially. If I may, can I request how the M9 (Molly in particular, if you only want to do one) would react to having an S/O who is completely non-verbal, thus uses telepathy to talk exclusively-- perhaps how they help the S/O feel more comfortable with their unique way of speaking and maybe how they defend or stand up for their S/O? Thank you!

I've been getting so much love about my recent Mollymauk headcanons, so thank you! This is such a cool request because I read a book years ago with a character who spoke telepathically, so I love this prompt - bit of deja vu! I'll do some of the Nein now, and I'll do a sequel if requested x

Requests are open!

~ Poet

Beau

She will admit it to you, you scared the shit out of her the first time she heard your voice in her head. She whipped around, bo staff raised and swinging aimlessly, while you stood there amused. Your way of communication does grow on her though, and she thinks it gives the group an advantage during quests with shady characters and discretion (especially when the not so stealthy party members need some urgent commands).

Secretly loves the quiet night watches with you where she mutters and you silently talk back. It's in these moments she doesn't deflect any sweet or tender words from you, because no one can tell what this one sided conversation is about. It's private, and she likes that.

Without a doubt would fight anyone who gives you an unwanted comment. About anything. You've had to tear her away from even the innocently curious folk you come across who are genuinely interested in your telepathy - Beau mistakes it for rudeness.

Caleb

Just the fact that you use telepathy constantly has him in awe of you. Finds it so comforting when he hears your voice in his head, because it's like you're a part of him, an extension of his own thoughts and mind.

He appreciates having someone like you by his side. He asks if there's a way he can learn more about your ability in private. If it's something that takes years to master or a skill you found natural to you, he may just ask for any updates you have on your telepathy - and he sometimes likes to Send short and loving messages to you on your travels just to make you flustered.

If a stranger is giving you a hard time about your power, he gives them the coldest look he can muster, eyes stormy and alight. He stands tall, keeping you close and within reach, often tangling his fingers with yours and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Jester

Constantly gets headaches from straining herself trying to "-think back at you," as she puts it. Laughing quietly, you reveal that's not how your magic works, and it's your own unique quirk and there isn't an automatic reply button. It doesn't stop her from trying though. She squints her eyes and scrunches up her nose as she stares at you from across the table at dinner, hoping you'll receive her psychic messages without casting Sending.

Outright asks what's wrong with the person who gives a snide remark about the way you communicate, and makes them feel under pressure with an intense look in her eye. She always gives you a toothy grin afterwards and tells you people are just jealous of what great things you're capable of.

When she sees a particularly snooty looking individual while visiting Nicodranas, she pleads with you to give them a strange or cryptic message in their mind, just to see their reaction. Whether you do or do not is completely up to you, but should you humour her even once, you're in for a very giddy blue tiefling.

Mollymauk

It's an unusual trait, but it's definitely not the weirdest that he's come across. That's what he tells you, and Molly makes it clear that while you're weird, you're quite wonderful - he finishes this with a proud kiss to your forehead, cherishing that brilliant mind of yours.

Has asked if you ever mouth the words that you think, giving the illusion of you talking. You admit that you never really had the need and therefore practice, your lips not quite matching your telepathic voice when you give it a try. He tries his best to guide you through some basic phrases - such as you introducing yourself - to be perfect. The muscle memory of your mouth soon catches on and you can mimic verbal communication without any problems.

Has no intention at all to change how you speak (using telepathy) overall, I promise you that's not his aim. Molly just knows that some people out there aren't as open minded as himself or the Nein, and wants to best prepare you for them. Has no problem talking people out of harassing you (might even throw in a bit of Infernal hissing for a little flair), or not so subtly reaching for the hilt of his sword.

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kinsey3furry300 · 3 years

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So how the heck do the Avengers pay for stuff, and how rich are they?

So, in the wake of “Falcon and the Winter Soldier” There’s a lot of debate about why Sam didn’t seem to get paid well for his work in the Avengers (at least in the MCU continuity), and this has got me thinking: we’ve got no evidence that the Avengers are, financially, anything but a hot mess. So lets break it down, Avenger by Avenger, using real-world pay scales for the ones who have jobs.

Tony: a billionaire, so clearly he’s a financial genius, right? Well….. his actions say otherwise. He’s shown to be wildly irresponsible with his money. He inherited a lot of wealth form his parents which was managed by the first Jarvis, Obadiah, and Pepper for him, he buys and then gives away not just woks of art, but entire collections by major 20th century artists on a whim, destroyed his own cars and home without concern, he tanks the value of his own company in the first Iron Man with a bad press interview, gets kicked of his own bord of directors, and ultimately, in Iron Man 2, gives control of his company to Pepper. He’s insanely rich, and insanely smart, but man, he’s not smart with his money. So all the cool stuff, his suits, the Avengers tower, the facility up-state: that’s all paid for by him, but Pepper is holding the purse-stings. So, does he pay the others? We have no evidence for most of them… but we do with Spidey. Peter Parker is in the Stark Internship Program a euphemism to hide the fact he’s training and mentoring him as a super-hero, but I find the wording interesting: he refers to Spidey, his surrogate son and chosen heir, as an intern. I.E., Unpaid. I’m guessing this is Howard’s influence over him, some sort of ‘make you own way in the world, son’ attitude, but if he’s not paying Spidey, is he paying anyone else? He certainly pays for stuff super heroes suits and things, equipment, fuel, the base, but does he pay anyone a wage? No one ever mentions it. You think it would come up.

So, if he’s not paying them a wage, where do Avengers (and thier allies) get their day-to-day money from, and are they rich? Using google and https://www.federalpay.org, lets find out.

Cap: Well, before Civil war, he’s a shield operative, and he presumably still holds his military rank: he’s a US Army captain, with (well) over 40 years service, so USD$88,142.40 per year, with $237.71 drill pay (pay per drill you have to do on weekends, on leave or outside of normal service) and $175.00 per month hazard pay (which I bet is interesting) on top of that. As a WW2 veteran, he’d be eligible for a war pension if he:

Was not discharged for dishonorable reasons; and,

Served 90 days of active military duty; and,

Served at least one day during wartime ("wartime" as determined by the VA); and,

Had countable family income below a certain yearly limit; and,

Is age 65 years or older; or

Regardless of age is permanently disabled, not due to wilful misconduct.

As he’s still receiving 90k per year, he’s ineligible for a pension as his countable yearly income is above the limit. So if shield pays him in accordance with his rank and years of service, about $90, 600 per year incuding hazard pay.

After civil war, he’s a fugitive on the run, so presumably flat broke. I’d asume he gets his pension returened to him after the snap.

He’s also just gone from the 40’s to the present day, so 70 years of inflation probably makes buying things very confusing for him: everything would seem insanely expensive at first. He’d also not know what the correct prices are for anything invented after 45. You might get used to how much more expensive food and coffee is, but how much is a smart-phone worth? $200? $2000 $20000? Who knows? I bet the others have to facepalm a lot when he either refuses to pay for what he sees as clear price-gouging, and at the same time regularly pays insane amounts of money for goods and services because he doesn’t know better. He also has no known assets other than his pay: he rents an apartment making him one of the few American males in his age-group who isn’t a home-owner

Thor: Does Asgard even have currency? It’s depicted like a “Crystal spires and toga” type utopia with no poverty: even working class Asgardian’s like Scourge seem to be pretty well-off and want for nothing, so he’s from a post-scarcity society where actual magic is a thing. His “Another” coffee cup smashing and the fact he doesn’t have a computer of phone in Ragnarök might indicate that, no, he just doesn’t have, need or understand money. Splitting a bar tab with him must be a nightmare. His breakdown post snap indicates he’s got some cash, but not a huge amount, and is probably skiving of Valkyrie and the other Asgardians.

Banner: Okay, so a PhD could make you a lot of money from patents… in pharmacology or engineering. Theoretical physics? Not so good. And if Banner did have any patents, they’ve probably been seized under eminent domain by the US military. At the start of The Hulk film, he’s working a entry-level factory job at a botteling plant in Brazil. The minimum wage in Brazil is 1069.62 Real per month, that’s 12,835.44 Real per year, or around $2437.79 US per year, before everything goes wrong for him! He then runs off to India, works for Tony for a bit and then gets shot into space. Spidey may actually make more in allowance than Banner does, and Banner is a gown ass man with bills to pay: I’d imagine he loses a lot in ripped clothing.

Natasha and Barton: Pre Civil-war, both are government spooks, so how well does that pay? The salaries of CIA Intelligence Analysts based in the US range from $25,838 to $685,701 , with a median salary of $125,340, so let’s assume that Shield pays in a similar range: $685,701 per year for Director Fury, around 125,000 for Natasha and Cliff, which explains Cliff’s nice, middle-class mid-western home. Post civil war, presumably not great: we know that Natasha spends a lot of her savings running and hiding all across the world, and Cliff takes a deal and presumably lives of his savings, pension and his wife’s income.

Rhodes: Full USAF colonel with over 10 years service? $105,562.80 per year, plus $293.23 drill pay per drill and $175 per month hazard pay, and because he’s team Stark and not Team Cap in Civil War, he’d not lose any of that. He presumably also gets an injury pay-out after his accident. After T’challa and Stark, he might be the best paid avenger.

Dr Strange: spends all his money he made as a surgeon on trying to cure his hands: spends literally his last dollars heading to Nepal to train. Wong even jokes with him about their lack of worldly money when asking for a tuna-melt. But, can use illusion to make people think he has money, and his home and clothes etc. come with the job, so in the same boat as Thor in that he has no money, but needs none AKA, he’s a bastard to try and split a restaurant bill with.

Wanda and Vision: No know source of income, just sort of live in Tony’s hose and eat his food, and on top of that Wanda goes on the run after civil war… yet they can stay in fancy hotels in Edinburgh, a relatively expensive city, and Vison apparently bought them a house to retire in, so one of them has some source of money. Maybe Tony gave Vision years of back-pay form when he was still Jarvis, or maybe the vison has a day job, which is, frankly, hilarious. Could you imagine him as a barista? I can, and it makes me very happy.

Scott Lang: I’d assumed he’d be super, super broke, but apparently the average pay for a private security consultant in the Bay area is $85,430 per year. Not bad. Pity he gets sucked into the quantum realm just as his business is taking off, so presumably, flat broke again.

Bucky: no known income, and I doubt Hydra paid him for being the Winter Soldier so he probably has no savings, but he should, technically, qualify for a military pension. As a single veteran, he’d be eligible for federal tax-free pension of up to $1732 per month, or $20,784 tax free per year. Not much for someone who lives in NYC. He may also be eligible for medical benefits over the loss of his arm. Whether or not he got to see any of that money given how confused his life has been over the past 10 years is unclear, but on paper he’s eligible.

T’challa: He is, quite possibly, richer than Stark, and as an absolute monarch pays no tax and has access to his Nation’s vast wealth in vibanium. It’s good to be the king!

Captain Marvel: USAF captain, and a test pilot; the test pilot school only accepts applicants with a service length of less than 9 years 6 months (10 years six moths of helicopters) as they don’t want older applicants. With 8 years service, $79,538.40, plus drill pay and hazard. However, no know (human) pay since 1990. Flat broke.

Guardians of the Galaxy: no data, but I’m assuming “Cowboy Bebop” levels of perpetual never-ending poverty given the way they choose to live. I’d also assume Rocket has taken all their cash into some sort of Ponzi scheme of his own creation, because just look at him, of course he has.

Spidey: he’s got about $10 of his aunts’ money at any given time, so he can buy lunch… which may in fact be more than Banner or Lang, and we know it’s more that Strange or Thor.

So, here the big one: how rich or how broke is Sam?

Sam Wilson: annoyingly, we’re not directly told what rank Sam held in any MCU film. USAF pararescue “Maroon berets” are generally NCO’s (but there’ are officer-ranked pararescue) , and he’s seen working on his wings at one point, where as officers don’t generally work on or maintain airframes. He’s shown wearing a Nation Air guard grey while jogging at one point to confuse the matter further. The general consensus on redit is he’s a former USAF tech sergeant (E-6). But how long was he in the air force? With six years service (the minimum sensible time he could have served to work in pararescue based on his age), that would be $41,464.80 per year, plus drill pay and hazard. As Anthony Mackie, the actor that plays him, was 36 as of Civil War, and assuming the character is the same age, and assuming he retired from the air force that year, and he joined the USAF at 17, the youngest you can join, he’d have served 19 years, giving him a pay of $51,566.40, the maximum pay you can get at this rank before promotion to Master Sergent, but meaning he left just before he’d qualify for the 50% final salary pension you’d qualify for after 20 years. Which seems weird. So let’s assume the character is one year older than the actor that plays him and served 20 years (ages 17-37), that means Sam has a military pension of $25,783.20 per year (20,784 of it tax-free), plus any injury benefits. He councils other veterans, but doesn’t get paid for that. He also chooses Team Cap in Civil War, so would become a wanted criminal, and so lose his income between 2016 and 2018, and then gets snapped and has no income for 5 years, which would destroy his credit rating. Like the rest of Team Cap, he presumably gets his post snap pardon, and goes to work for the US government at his former pay and rank. However, given how Captain John Walker treats him as an equal, it’s possible he’s been promoted to a captain when the hired back, giving him a pay of between $54,176.40 to $88,142.40 (with 20 years experience, depending on if they take into account his prior service or not, and how much prior service he has), but either way, he’s just starting this as a new job after being legally dead for 5 years: no savings, and no credit.

Commercial fishing vessels cost about 10% of their total value per year in maintenance alone. I can’t identify what sort of boat the Wilson’s have, but some quick googling indicates that the cheapest 15m long wooden in-shore shrimp trawler costs around $140,000, so that’s $14,000 per year in maintenance costs alone, minimum. And that’s a lower estimate, assuming the rest of the business is sound, which we know it isn’t.

So, in concussion, yes, Sam is in some serious financial trouble until he can re-build his savings and credit, but the scary bit is he’s not alone in that: he’s probably better off than Lang, Banner, Danvers, Strange, Thor, Bucky, Wanda and Parker. Only Clint (if he gets a full pardon and gets his full pension), Rhodes, Stark and T’challa aren’t in some sort of potential financial problems. That asshole bank teller was right: despite the fact it seems to pay well on paper, with a few exceptions, the Avengers financials are probibaly a mess. EDIT: Rocket is running the Ponzi scheme, if that’s not clear from context. The others know they have money somewhere, but not where it’s gone. And It’s been pointed out to me that as he’s technically a POW while he’s the Winter Soldier, Bucky is owed over 70 years back-pay, equal to over 3 million dollars, details in the notes.

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Loki Laufeyson:Delusions (Loki x Reader)

Warning: NONE! Slight Mean + Sad Loki

A/N: Love this one! I always feel so bad for Loki in Thor The Dark World :(

Summary: After Loki returns to Asgard he is immediately sent to prison for his crimes on Earth. Unfortunate events occur when Asgard is under attack and you just want nothing more than to check in on your beloved.

Word Count: 2k+

*NOT MY GIF* Do not copy my work

The news of Loki return to Asgard was both worrisome and exciting. There were rumors being spread about that he was returning as a fugitive for the destruction of not only earth, but the crimes that he had committed against Asgard. You of course found yourself just happy to know that he was alive. He may not had been well, but sure he was very much alive.

Living. Breathing. Speaking.

Out of all Thor’s closest friends, you and Loki bounded the most, which caused you solely, to develop feelings for him. These feelings would lead to a sever fallout between you and your warrior companions. With Loki’s criminal accusations, hate and critism came from many, especially from Sif and Fandral. For you to still think highly of him,--well you were considered a traitor in their eyes.

When he returned you were forbidden to pay him any visits. Odin also ordered that the only visitors Loki received were of kin and even those visits were kept very minimal. Now with the unbearable news of Frigga’s death you worried about his sanity even more than before.

The queen has been deceased for a few days now, Thor was easily consoled by Jane’s presents and the support of the Asgardian people who were also mourning their queen. However no one was concerned for the fallen prince, except for you. You knew that his crimes were severe, but nothing was more torturous than knowing of your mothers death and there is nothing for you to do because you are locked away without even the slightest hope of saying goodbye.

For days you try to receive information on the location of where Loki was being held. You are a warrior of Asgard, you should have known these things, but because of your so-called bias-ness for the Prince of Mischief you weren’t allowed. Your inquiries about Loki’s whereabouts in the palace were extremely noticeable and you received a lot of animosity for it, especially from Lady Sif. She called you stupid and selfish for wanting to see him. You were also accused of not having any dignity or self respect. No one would tell you directly where Loki was being held, but with enough sneaking around the palace, you finally over heard a few guards speaking of his whereabouts.

With the common criminals.

You have been watching two sets of guards for more than an hour. You wanted to slip past them undetected, but you needed to wait for the perfect moment. You weren't one of the most skilled warriors in fighting but you were known for your intelligence and abilities to be clever in any situation. The plan was for you to create a diversion to get the guards away from the staircase leading down to the dungeons. You knew that since the palace had been attacked from the inside out the guards would be on high alert. You cast a large stone, breaking a window to which the guards attention is drawn to the noise. They run into the direction of the shattering glass. As you sneak past them, the memories of Stif warning you fills your mind as you flip into the entrance running down the concrete staircase as quickly as possible.

“It’ll be the last thing you do” She threatened.

“He is a prisoner, he knows his crime.” She scoffed

“If you go to him, we will know where your loyalties lie.”

“Loki cares nothing about you, he is a man who cares simply for himself.”

You reach the bottom of the large steps, hoping you were turning down the correct corridor as you ran quickly. You notice on your way that the majority of the cells are completely empty. This worried you, but did not stop you from searching for him. You luckily reach his location without any mishaps.

“Loki!” You announce breathlessly watching as he paced around the small room with his back turned away from you.

His cell was tidy, clean as if he had not touched a single thing. He had all of his things that brought him comfort; fancy furniture, books, papers, and pens. You knew that Loki loved to read because the two of you spent the majority’s of your time together in the library. You felt at ease knowing that he at least had that. This was of course curtsy of the Queen; she asked for these items. Although he was being punished, the only thing she wanted for her dear son was that he was comfortable in his confinement no matter what he had done.

“What is it ?!” He snapped turning around to face you. He took heed in your presence and then pressed his lips into a thin line. “Ah, Lady (Y/n).” He greets you calmly, then an amused grin appears on his face. “Here to tell me the mighty King has passed on too?”

His comment took you by surprise, you assumed he would be just as grateful to see you, as you were to see him.

“Don’t be so morbid Loki!” You cut him off with offense frowning your face in confusion. “With the news of your mother passing, I would think you’d have far-more compassion for your family, for Asgard.”

“My family.” He repeats, mocking your charismatic tone placing his hand over his chest. “My Family is not here on Asgard. My family are no more than those disgusting vile creatures you fight and kill.”

“Loki I know you’re hurting, I know you have all this anger built up, but you have to know that you do have family and loved ones here on Asgard.” You say subtlety hinting at yourself. “I did not come here to be mocked.” You say in a calming voice as he walks over to you.

You place a hand on the enchanted glass as you look up to his figure continuing to speak. “I am not one for your dramatics, I just wanted to see how you were holding up.”

“Holding up?” He lets out a malice laugh. “Ha! Holding up?! I am locked in a cage like an animal!”

You slam your fist against the glass in annoyance realizing your loving reunion was falling flat. You did not come here to argue with this man, you didn’t even plan far enough to think of exactly what you wanted to say, but it was never envisioned like this.

“And who’s fault is that Loki?! Who’s fault!?” You snap matching his dramatic tone.

“My own! For trusting idiots!” He yells back and you can’t help but think what idiots he were referring to. He continues, “Why are you even down here, Odin forbade anyone from seeing me, you can’t be THAT stupid. Or perhaps you want to cast more stones?”

“Cast stones?— I came here as a friend Loki. All this worrying I did for you, all the tears and regrets. I risked my own life and freedom by coming down here” You scoff rolling your eyes at his demeanor. “Just to be spat on by you?”

“Better I to you, then you to me.” He laughs.

“That is your problem, you always think people want to hurt you just as bad as you want to hurt them! Look at you and your brother, he mourned you, we all did, and you go and do this? Destroy and take over the only place he loves. What did you gain?!”

“Oh bullshit! That place was nothing, but a pathetic little wasteland! They needed ORDER.”

“They needed no such thing Loki, YOU needed a sense of belonging.” You say with emphasis.

“My god you’re just as delusional as my brother .” He laughs.

“Delusional?!” You yell.

“Yes.” He says calmly, pleased at how angry he was making you. He walks away and sits on his couch crossing his legs and resting his arms on top of them. “D-e-l-u-s-i-o-n-a-l, delusional.”

As he walked away you noticed a single error in his walk as if it all was an illusion. Something that only someone who knew Loki would catch if they payed close enough attention.

“Enough, no more illusions Loki. Show me your true state, I know you are not this heartless. The only person who stands here delusional is you!”

With that, what you thought was the real Loki fades away in shimmers. A much sadder scene formed before you. The cell becomes a mess, with the once neat furniture, either broken or distorted across the room. The scuff marks on the walls concluded that he had thrown the furniture with immense force. His beloved books were ripped and torn to shreds, and his once neat clothes tattered and disheveled. Your eyes meet his saddened pale figure sitting on the floor near something he recently broken. Fresh blood oozes down his foot as the glass that was lodge in him is discarded next to him on the floor.

“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO SEE!? A BROKEN MAN YOU SEE !?” His unruly hair falls into his face as he screams at the top of his lungs, veins bulging from his neck.

You immediately go to the side panel that unlocks the cell, running to his aid. You kneel beside him where there is not much debris, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. He barriers himself deep into your neck letting out a silent sob. You hold him close as if you never wanted to let him go.

“I am here Loki.” You whisper to him placing a kiss to the top of his head.

You have never in your seen the Prince so weak, so fragile, so upset, so venerable. This all must have taken a huge toll on him, you couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

“ I did not want this for myself, I did not want this, not for her.” He says lowly as his voice breaks.

“I know.” You rub his back softly. “But you have to know that she loved you unconditionally with all her being, Loki.”

“I-, I don’t believe that.” He sighs with a hint of hesitation in his voice. “No one could ever.”

“That should not be hard to believe because I do, I love you too, I love you unconditionally.”

“You love me?” Asked confused he pulls away from your embrace looking at you with puffy red eyes.

“Yes.” You admit.

“You surely love as a friend correct?” He questions with squinted eyes.

“More.” You place a hand on his cheek giving him a small reassuring smile. “I’ve always loved you Loki, more than a companion, way before any of this.”

He places his hand over yours, giving you a weak smile, then leans in to kiss you. You were surprised , but quickly adapted the new feeling. The kiss was sweet and slow, so slow it felt as if time had stopped. He pulls away resting his forehead against yours.

“This probably is the best news I’ve received all week.” He says with a light chuckle. "I'm so sorry."

You smile pecking his lips once more before speaking again.

“I hope you know that for me to love you unconditionally, that I know who you are deep down. I know you aren’t all bad. I know that you had your reasons for going to earth and ruining New York, just as you had reasons for all the mayhem you have created. What was it ?” You say attempting to have him open up more.

“My reasoning ?” He asked in an unsure voice. “ I do not know.” He concluded turning way to look forward as if he was thinking.

“I find that very hard to believe Loki.” You say resting your head on his shoulder, taking his hand. “But I’m here whenever you’re ready to open up.”

It was true, you never thought Loki was all bad, you knew that there had to be reasons behind his mischief and misunderstanding. A few minutes passed of the two of you just being in one another’s presents. You imagined in other circumstances, this is how Thor felt when he Jane, as if nothing else matter other than the fact that they had each other.

“It…. His name was Thanos, after I fell from the birfrost—” He finally spoke, but it was short lived.

“(Y/n)!” You hear Thor shout from the other end of the cell interrupting. He states at the two of you intensely.

“Thor it is not what is seems.” You say imagining Lady Sif would soon be on her was as well.

“You are not in trouble (Y/n), but I need to speak to my brother, alone.”

You turn your attention back to Loki and he nods patting your hand. The two of you get up and Loki weakly walks you over to the entrance of the cell that you previously came through.

“We can talk later, you know I’ll be here.” He looks at you with a knowing grin placing another kiss on your lips, before Turing to his brother.

You nod turning away to leave the two alone to talk. You had hopes that one day you and Loki could somehow be together, and finish that conversation, but today was clearly not that day.

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