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the-floral-perspective · 10 months

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General creepypasta headcannons!

Ft: Jeff the killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Masky, Hoodie, laughing Jack, Jason the toymaker, Homicidal Liu and Eyeless Jack

Warning: these are not romantic! These are general personality trait headcannons. Also, a lot of the pastas are good friends with Ben. Mentions of weed and alcohol.

Also I’m using my AU where the creepypastas only kill r8pists and Peds (I’ll just call it the vigilant AU.)

I’m also working on a micheal afton smut rn, so y’all will get that soon.

Jeff the killer

-The worst person to drink with, he’s absolutely ruthless when drunk. (Angry, annoying or horny, you don’t roll the dice. He does)

-has a vintage tea set that was Liu’s (he stole it when he turned)

-he’s the most brutal and crude creepypasta, but whenever he’s mad he’s really fuckin mad.

-Ohioan tbh

-IAED (intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder)

-I feel like when he’s not having an episode he’s pretty likable (he’s probably accidentally one of the funniest creeps)

-this fucker definitely talks to himself, I feel like he might also have OCD.

-pop not soda

-his mouth slits are not that prominent (like food doesn’t fall out of his mouth) and he has his eyelids

-his skin isn’t smooth??? Mf was literally burned, he’s covered with a lot of old slightly healed burn scars.

-his hair care is better because of Ben.

-getting Jeff and Masky pissed off at the same time they will angrily tag team you (not sexually… maybe sometimes.)

-Jeff is very romantically detached and romantically stupid. Like he doesn’t really get attraction that much and when he does he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Ben Drowned

-vapes just a little (blue raz)

-weirdly responsible over the rest of the creeps (hygiene wise, he’s very meticulous) he’s the weed dealer of the house, his room in the attic is the major “fuck-it-up-and-party” Room

-not that angry of a person, very lax and chill.

-the funnest creeps to smoke the greens with. He’s fr just so chill (he’s also very funny too, trust me he’s fun AF)

-Ben is the funniest pasta, but only because of his pathetic-ness. Like he makes a lot of cheesy jokes and rhymes, it makes the other pastas laugh because most the time he doesn’t intend it to be funny.

-chronic mimicker, like it’s bad. If anyone else talks or says a word slightly different suddenly it’s the only word he’ll say for a month straight.

-his eyes are constantly bleeding and it pisses him off

-human eyes are brown and his skin is slightly tan.

-he’s very horny all the time but with no release. He doesn’t crush on the pasta girls, nor does he watch porn. This mf writes his own personal fanfiction in a diary (that the creeps stole one night while drunk and read)

-he’s honestly one of the cleanest creepypastas. (And probably the most popular for them all, at least. He’s friends with everyone.)

-ADD nightmare and screamo music daydream.

-I feel like if he sang he’d sound like that one song ‘King for a Day’

Toby

-he’s a little dickhead, but relatively lovable. It’s just cause he’s cheeky and devilish.

-doesn’t smoke weed or drink.

-he’s very jealous of Liu and Jeff since because of his sisters death. He wishes that like Liu, his sister would arrive one day somewhat alive. (It never happens)

-ADHD and bipolar nightmare, has a slender therapist lmao.

-Toby doesn’t like Jeff that much for trying to kill Liu. Liu and Toby are friends because Liu reminds him of Lyra (his sister)

-Toby is also somewhat close with the women of the mansion rather then the men. He’s good friends with both Judge Angels and Jane. Clockwork and him aren’t close anymore as she went off on her own.

-he’s a really deep thinker, and surprisingly sentimental. Though not for his victims. Toby is harsh whenever he feels like it.

-he’s a relatively quiet person. He’s good friends with Ben and EJ. Toby also has a slow reaction to danger, he’s the least likely in the group to get scared by something.

-Toby had to get a slender therapist because of his last manic episode (he made up “creepypasta” while accidentally high one night on Ben’s computer in 2010 and the pastas haven’t trusted him with tech since.)

-he wanted to become a writer growing up.

Dr Smiley

-originally, I feel like Dr Smiley wanted to do good for people. I feel like he wanted to be a politician until he forcefully remembered how people are. He’s also really bad at medical stuff, go to EJ for that, not smiley.

-awful trust issues, he doesn’t trust a soul. Ironically, Smiley is one of the most social pastas. Reverse psychology babe.

-smiley is good at a lot of things, this man’s a fuckin prodigy.

-one of the first creepypastas to join the gang. Also one of the most polite.

-he’s really classy and only ever accidentally taken an edible (never again). Smiley trips out hard whenever high, it’s almost concerning.

-definitely has a small garden for herbs. He’s either seen killing, out in the garden, or in his medical room.

-a lot of the pastas are convinced smiley doesn’t sleep (no one has ever seen it, though Ben did capture one singular photo as proof and that is it)

-dr smiley is always left in charge whenever Slender has meetings (he only has to approve missions sent by the pastas.)

-as much as smiley is a prodigy, he’s awful in the kitchen. It’s kind of sad.

Puppeteer

-smooth, might as well call this fucker MJ.

-he always wins in arguments bc he’s so sly. Sort of a kleptomaniac and will gaslight you.

-called pup by most (not like a dog)

-always has his business in other peoples faces, but unlike Ben, he doesn’t get away with it.

-Puppet laughs a lot but doesn’t really talk. he’s also pretty good friends with Jane and Helen.

-one of the least organized pastas. His room is really messy and so is he. He cleans up after himself, but don’t go into his room.

-Major Depressive Disorder

-him and hoodie always get A+ on their duo assignments. Though the two of them aren’t that close, they’re hella good at working together.

-puppeteer isn’t classy at all. He drinks as soon as he wakes up, but in a Fiona Gallagher way.

-definitely watches Shameless. His top show rn. Binged the entirety in 3 days. Didn’t sleep whatsoever. (His fave character is V bc she’s hot)

Bloody Painter

-LOVES Hozier. Like actively buys tickets for his shows. Either hozier or The Hush Sound.

-the most visual mf you’ll ever meet. If he’s real comfortable he’d ramble for super fucking long (and gets annoyed when someone gets bored or questions him.)

-work first, people last. Helen really just focused on the next step in front rather than the whole timeline.

-beat the shit out of Toby for the accident of 2010. Though the two made up.

-mentally I think he’s…. Alright??? He’s one of those disturbingly quiet people, very hard to read. Though, turns out he’s just mute. Also has OCD

-he has a problem trusting himself and his thoughts (as most ppl with OCD do)

-very unhealed, Helen is very raw. Like his wounds are barely closed. Sometimes Helen is able to relax though and that’s only when he’s alone or possibly with Puppeteer.

-Helen makes sure he has no bad blood between any pasta. He’s worried hoodie doesn’t like him, though.

Masky

-staring problem, huge staring problem. resting bitch face too. Truthfully he’s never really annoyed much.

-insomniac with a touch of depression. He’s always super tired. Chronic eyebag haver.

-probably has thin silver glasses.

-loves sugary coffee and tea. Drinks basic white girl drinks 100%

-really good friends with Eyeless Jack and often helps him get more medical supplies.

-dare I say slight accent??? Not rlly an accent, but sounds like he’s from Tennessee. His moms def from New Jersey tho.

-Jewish heritage. He also watches a LOT of Rick and Morty with Ben.

-buys his weed from Ben to relax. He was forced to stop smoking by Hoodie and Sally. Weed is the next best thing.

-he’s really good at voice impressions but almost never does them unless he’s with Sally or Lazari.

-Masky is very depressed and unmotivated, so Puppeteer is usually around him a lot. Not that either of them care much.

Hoodie

-he’s literally mute. Also believe that he’s short too. Like 5’7.

-watches attack on Titan, his favorite character is Miche and Armin. Besides that, he doesn’t watch much anime.

-his room is covered in posters.

-Slendermans favorite, second to Dr Smiley.

-he loves 80’s music. The puppeteer does too, they listen together sometimes on missions.

-in love with Diet Pepsi and cool ranch Doritos.

-knows how to knit (don’t ask.) (he got high with Ben one time)

-come to think of it, everyone has went borderline insane smoking with Ben before. Hoodie has a picture book filled with their embarrassing high moments.

-hoodies room has a lot of spare notebooks and picture books. Don’t know why. All of them are individually organized. If you looked through them you’d go insane tho.

-worst handwriting in the entire mansion.

Laughing Jack

-he has a grudge against all cheeses. Like he fucking HATES cheese. Especially blue cheese.

-worst diet of the pastas. He eats like a 6 year old mixed with the Elf. Everything to him has to be sweet, if not then it has to be crunchy. Like chicken tenders, he can eat those, but that’s about it.

-secret genius because everyone thinks he’s stupid (when he’s really the instigator) the only person who’s caught onto this is Ben, but no one believes Ben.

-constantly humming.

-he hates TV and phones but likes music. Though if you put on bubble guppies or some shit, his brain would probably shut down.

-he’s constantly eating the floor, this mf is so clumsy.

-Jack riots a lot and starts plenty of petitions. Like when slender tried implementing a dinner time schedule, he petitioned for it to be gone because he didn’t want pasta. That one chipped at Slender’s nonexistent heart.

-he’s rebellious in nature and very horny. He’s constantly doing the most, very over the top whenever he likes someone.

-he hates Japanese horror films

Jason the toymaker

-he doesn’t turn his assignments into doll’s because they don’t deserve a second chance at life. Jason is one of the only pastas that kill normal people. The normal people are tortured and turned into dolls, his assignments are tortured and left to rot.

-Jason has an eye for fashion and has sewn a bunch of dresses for Sally. He also has a very high pitched giggle.

-tbh Jason listens to Kesha 100% it just scratches the spot

-he’s almost a horder. More than once did Slender have to expand Jason’s toy shop.

-hates all animals, there is not a single animal that he likes. (Though somehow, smiledog really likes him.) (Jason hates him but doesn’t harm him)

-he’s honestly such a priss, like fr. He’s always gossiping os judging. It’s funny though.

-he doesn’t really like much of the pastas. He likes Ben and sometimes LJ is cool, but aside from that he just doesn’t care about the rest much.

-he absolutely fucks up thin mints and raisin cookies. His fave food is probably a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese tho tbh

Homicidal Liu

-Liu doesn’t really remember Jeff, but Sully does.

- Liu’s other systems are named Ajax and Diane, both of which are female.

-he really likes keeping up on YouTube drama and actively prays on downfalls.

-Liu’s best friend is definitely Toby or Zero. Aside from that he’s really closed off, he admires Slender too.

-Dissociative Identity Disorder.

-he definitely almost got on Zalgo’s side, but something (he doesn’t know what) pulled him to Slender more.

-least picky out of the creeps. He can stomach basically everything.

-he was one of those kids that had chronic ear infections, Liu constantly would have cotton balls in his ears Bc of this 😭

-Liu gets sick really easily, his immune system is NOT happy. Prob because he really likes spicy food but still.

-definitely 100% the best cook out of the pastas (with Ben being the best baker)

-Slendermans third favorite after Dr Smiley and hoodie.

-he’s honestly so homesick, but he doesn’t remember what for. Feels a strange connection to Jeff, but also almost hates him? He’s conflicted.

-serious victim of medical malpractice and medical abuse, he absolutely hates hospitals and anything to do with them.

Eyeless Jack

-used to write music in college before he turned. Also actually really sad about how his life ended.

-he’s good friends with Ben and Masky and surprisingly talkative. I felt like he almost whispers though.

-I also like to think that Jack is very musically inclined and the reason he went to medical school was so he could make bank in the future. His parents definitely didn’t want Jack to be a musician.

-so he can definitely play electric guitar and some piano (he tries and learns everyday)

-really bad at sports and awful sense of direction. He’s always lost. Ben usually has to fetch him once he goes out for missions.

-though I don’t think Jack being lost is all his fault, the path to the mansion changes every three hours and Jack leaves often for kidneys.

-he sees sally as a little sister and does a lot to make her happy.

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #creepypasta smut #ben drowned #dr smiley #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #ticci toby #puppeteer #ben drowned smut #creepypasta headcanon

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azullumi · 2 months

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“lyra” ; dazai osamu

summary — the many times you felt loved by him and the one where a confession happened.

pairing — dazai osamu (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — fluff (kind of), utilization of the friends to lovers trope, slightly proofread, 2.1k words ; one-shot

tagging — @toorurs

note — i literally haven’t written for him for years now and i swear i lost my mind and pulled my hair,, i could have done this better !?

Dazai is unpredictable.

In more ways than one, he is erratic, able to conceal his intentions beneath that long trench coat of his, tucked in the loose parts of his bandages, hidden somewhere only he can see. He is the definition of an enigma, he is more than a puzzle, not just a paradox that continues to exist despite death being the only companion and comforting thing to him—a man of mystery that is better left unknown.

“My, you always look as ethereal and beautiful as a lotus blossom.” The dark-haired man says as he holds your hand in his, his finger delicately tracing the lines of your palm, and his eyes looked softer than usual, his gaze holding something that lies between the line of affection and seduction. Sparkles and flowers seem to bloom behind him, the background of the cafe fading and turning into a plain pink one with hearts that float around his figure.

(Flirty.)

He’s fluent in the language of amorous words laced with playfulness accompanied with gentle touches and slow caresses on your skin. He doesn’t hesitate in getting close, invading your space and going over the line, and maybe he’ll show that he is into you but only a fool would think of his words as genuine affection meant for you and only you.

“My eternal light to the darkness, would you be willing to—” However, he’s unable to finish his sentence as you take your hand back from him, offering him a smile instead as you subtly set a distance between the both of you—as if you were telling him to never cross the line, to stay at an arms’ distance.

“Good morning, Dazai. What brings you here to the cafe?”

Fortunately, you weren’t a fool.

“Ah, rejection again, I see.” The pink background that blooms behind me seemingly shifts into a dark one as the man’s expression contorts into a mix of sadness and disappointment, all displayed in an overly dramatic way; his form is slumped, faux tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, and his lips are in a pout. The sound of a short (mirth) laughter is heard from you—you’ve gotten used to this sight of him, of his dramatic expressions, and flirty approaches just to ask you something ridiculous.

“I’m here for you.” He says.

(And persistent.)

You have witnessed evidence of his persistence expressed in his words and actions every time he’s free from any of his work and he comes to the cafe you work at (his definition of free is escaping from his responsibilities and choosing to slack off). He’ll always take the opportunity to hold your hand, whisper such affectionate words only one would say to their lover, and he’ll kiss your skin so gently as if it was made from glass.

That was what happened in the first meeting between you and him—first day on your work in this cafe and just as you were serving the order of this loud group that the owner is acquainted with, you caught the eye of the man covered in bandages and dressed in a somewhat messy yet orderly way. Then you know how it went and from then on, Dazai doesn’t let the chance to bother you slip from his grasp.

But you don’t fall for it, never would you. You’re not supposed to and you’re not going to. He has said such similar things to other people who he deems beautiful or attractive, he has touched others and tainted them with his caresses the same way he did with yours, his lips have felt the softness of others’ skin, not only yours. You’d be stupid enough to think that there’s something more lingering in the depths of his voice, something different that tugs at his tone and threatens it to break.

The two of you are just friends, maybe even less than that.

“Where’s Kunikida?” You ask him, eyes roaming around to look for a single strand of golden but there was nothing. You failed to notice the falter in the expression of the man before you, tension seeping into his features for a moment before it eases at the mention of another man’s name. You continue, “Are you slac—” only to be interrupted by the sound of the door chime ringing followed by a set of heavy footfalls.

A loud shout of Dazai’s name is heard, echoing off the brick-patterned walls of the place, as Kunikida enters. There was a furious look on his face, nose fuming as he spotted the one he was looking for and as soon as he did, Kunikida smacked the back of Dazai’s head. There goes it, you know how this would unfold, how everything would happen—you’re used to it, having already seen this scene enough times to tell how it would end: Kunikida will scold Dazai, calls him with a new nickname (it’s President of Wasted Bandages this time), drags him outside but before that, he’ll apologize on behalf of his co-worker’s behavior, and you’ll wave at them as they leave.

“Why do you always come to ruin good moments, Kunikida? Do you not wish to see me happy?”

“Happy?! Maybe if you stop slacking off, you'll be happy.”

You could hear their distant argument and you heave out a sigh when they disappear from your sight, the smile fading from your lips as the loneliness looms over your figure. Silence rests heavily on your shoulders and you ignore the ache in your chest.

The cafe is located on the first floor where the detective agency is and you work alongside a waitress and a kind owner. Members of the agency are often seen frequenting the place, thus you’ve become familiar with their faces, memorized their names, and even learned some things about themselves. Honestly, it’s all simple for you; you have a nice and peaceful job (ignoring the chaos around you and the occasional disturbance from Dazai), and you’re being paid well. What else could you ever wish for? It was all serene for you.

Not this time though.

It seems like luck has run out for you seeing that you’re bound on the ground right at this moment, becoming a hostage to a small criminal group. Everything that happened prior feels like a blur, you remember men suddenly entering the cafe with guns and threatening everyone, you remember them hurting the owner, and you remember being taken away. They want to use you as bait, a guarantee for the detective agency so that they will bite and get lured into the criminals’ trap, or whatever they were telling you earlier. You weren’t listening—maybe you were but their words just passed from one ear to another—, hands curled into a fist as it trembled, the cold floor felt like spikes stabbing into your skin, and as the rope dug into your skin.

Afraid? Perhaps you were. It’s not everyday you get a gun pointed at you and a man threatening your life. Is this how you’re going to die?

You try to distract and ease yourself by thinking of other things, your mind drifting to somewhere else instead of staying at where you are—the cat that you occasionally see across the street, the passing cars you’ll see outside the window, the music playing from the vinyl in the cafe, the ringing of the chime as the door opens, and the dark-haired man and eyes that reflect the earth. Dazai with his never-ending tab, with his continuous ridiculous offers, his dramatic expressions, his stupid whims, the way he would always annoy you as if it was a daily requirement, his messy bangs that frames his face, his words that poke and probe at your being, and his—

You are snapped out of your thoughts, a familiar voice calling your name, coming into the stream of your senses, and pulling you out of the daze that you are in.

“Dazai?” Something is drowning in the pools of his eyes, lurking in the depths, and the way he looks at you is different. The usual calm in his expression is disturbed by a mixture of emotions—like rain droplets on a surface of still water—, anger, worry, care merging into the gentle lines of his features. Your hands that were once bound were free, though your wrists are left with marks from the rope bindings and you could still feel the way it burns on your skin.

“What happened? Why are you here? Are you hurt? Did you come alone? How did you find me?” Many questions came pouring out of your mouth but your voice trembles as you speak, tone unstable as the words fall and shatter on the ground. Dazai only lets you, your form crumbling and he holds your pieces in his hand, and he assures you: “Everything is alright.”

He continues, taking off his coat to wrap it around your form, “Were you scared?” And you meekly nod, knowing that your voice will only betray you. Dazai doesn’t say anything and only pulls you close to him, embracing you in his arms (“I’m sorry I took so long.”). There was the scent of his perfume accompanied with a trace of gunpowder when you buried your face on his chest—you feel a sense of relief, comfort and warmth that makes its way through your thoughts and the feeling of suffocation slowly leaves you.

He draws small circles on your back as he tries to soothe you, “You’re safe now.” He whispers as he kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering for a few seconds as he inhales the smell of your hair. (You’ve never had him this close before, this soft, this warm. It feels like the man you have known him as before were all fabrications from your illusive mind and the one before you is a different person.)

He brings your hand towards his lips and he presses a kiss on your pulse, right where the marks of your wrists are, ever so gently, ever so sweetly, “Nobody will hurt you ever again.”

You descend down the flight of stairs leading to a basement—a bar tucked away and hidden in plain sight. You’ve only known of it all thanks to a certain blabbermouth, he said it’s his favorite place to go. When you arrive, the interior shifts to a dimly-lit one with warm lights illuminating the whole place in contrast to the dark and foggy street outside. There’s the sound of jazz softly playing in the background, setting the tranquil ambience the whole bar carries.

And there he is, the man of the hour, basking underneath the golden glow. Sitting on the stool by the end of the counter, he has a glass of whiskey settled in front of him.

“I didn’t expect for you to actually come.” Dazai speaks, his voice molding into the gentleness of the song playing.

“I was curious. Though I didn’t know you'd be here at the same time.”

“Come sit.” He pats the spot beside him and you follow. You order something to drink as you sit and a glass is served in front of you after a few minutes. Silence crept up to the both of you as you didn’t say anything—and you wish you could read his mind at this moment, to know the thoughts that plagues his mind—and the stillness was an unbearable kind;

You begin, “Do you always come here?”

Dazai takes a sip from his glass before he answers, “Just often.”

“I see.” And before the silence could last even longer, you spoke once more: “You haven’t been coming to the cafe lately.”

“Why? Did you miss me? Are you finally going to take up my—“

“No.” He muttered a small “aw” at your firm rejection. “You still have an unpaid tab.” And he groans at that while you chuckle, finding amusement in the way his expression crumpled.

The sound of your laughter dies down after a few moments, trailing off to a gentle mutter of an: “Thank you.”

“For?” He asks, even if he already knows what you’re talking about.

“For back then.” For giving you his coat as he noticed you shivering, for assuring you that everything is okay and you’re not going to be harmed anymore, for blocking your sight of the men’s bodies that laid like lifeless corpses on the ground, for protecting you.

It has been weeks since it occurred but you could still feel the warmth of his body against yours and maybe his scent will linger no matter how much you try to wash it, and maybe you’ll have to forever carry the thought, the wishful thinking that maybe there’s something more. And maybe it’s the alcohol making him light-headed but three words are whispered to the air that settles in the space between you and him.

“I like you.”

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kanekoii · 7 months

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luxiem + confessing their love!

lyra’s notes -> yes i have a different banner for luxiem posts what about it

pairing -> luxiem x gn! reader (separate)

genre -> scenario, fluff

song -> don’t wake me up - jonas blue & why don’t we

warnings -> not established relationship, lowercase intended

IKE EVELAND •

he tries to make it romantic and special, since he sees a confession of love to be something not only intimate but something that doesn’t happen all too often. maybe it’s on a cold and rainy day, sharing an umbrella that ike decides he’s done waiting and keeping these feelings in the back of his head. it would be best written in a letter, he decided. of course, it’s old fashioned, but the novelist is naturally inclined to express his feelings in a letter. it would be folded with the most skilled of hands, left on your desk to be read when you had the time. the letter would be written beautifully with elegant and gentle handwriting, signed at the bottom with his beautiful cursive signature and a blue heart next to it.

LUCA KANESHIRO •

the mafia boss also tries to be classy about it despite his rough nature. it would likely be on a cool autumn day, the kind of day where the cold wind is harsh, feeling as if it’s biting your very skin. luca would give you his large jacket, brushing it off as him not wanting you to get cold. though, the more you pried, the more he told you. much unlike his usual, more secretive self, luca told you everything that day amongst the falling leaves tinted with warm colors. amidst the cold gusts of wind contrasting the warmly colored falling leaves was a shared confession of love and commitment. a whisper to one another meant only for the other to hear, a confession so intimately romantic and deeply personal that it felt it had to be hidden from the world.

MYSTA RIAS •

mysta chooses to be more playful with his confession. his love for you is a sacred thing, but why would he be so insanely serious about something that makes him happy? it would be the middle of spring on a warm day, the detective would take you on a small picnic. butterflies fluttered delicately around the both of you, gliding along the warm air. it was the kind of warm that’s just perfectly comfortable enough and leaves one feeling drowsy and longing for a nap with a loved one. mysta, in this case, was said loved one. when you rested your head on the detective’s shoulder, he couldn’t be happier. his gentle confession of love was whispered so as to not wake you. little did he know, you were listening the whole time. a gentle kiss on his cheek was your response to his hushed, half asleep confession.

VOX AKUMA •

this confession would happen in the middle of winter. the demon was trying his best to take care of you and keep you warm, but all you wanted to do was play in the snow. he eventually folded and went out into the cold with you to play with the fresh, powdery snow. the way you looked up at him, hair dusted with flecks of snow and ice, nose turned a blush color (if that applies to your skin tone, if not then ignore that), eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement. the confession that followed wasn’t remotely planned or even really intended, but vox just couldn’t resist telling you how much he loved you right then and there. in the powdery snow and bitterly cold air were you and vox, laughing and giving affirmations of love.

SHU YAMINO •

the sorcerer is by far the most nervous one of the group. he doesn’t exactly think he’s very cool or anything of the sort, so the fear of being rejected by you loomed over him until the last moment. it would be a warm summer night, one of those nights where there’s some sort of excitement in the very air around you, even inexplicably so. you would be looking at the stars with him, telling stories, joking, anything to channel the energy in the atmosphere. it would be a few moments after you fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence. shu’s hand would find its way to yours, holding it softly with such care it was almost as if you were but an illusion that could disappear if he got too close. his confession would be a sleepy one, staring out at the stars. he’d gift you every star in the universe if he only could. you never let go of his hand that night.

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silly-little-gooses · 13 days

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my controversial tig opinions

(not in any specific order)

we shouldn’t be shipping lyra and grayson yet. they barely know each other and we barely know who lyra even is. there is so much fanfic and headcanons for them, even though they are practically strangers.

avery isn’t boring! she’s an intensely deep, complicated character who many can relate to, which doesn’t often happen with main characters in these kinds of stories. she’s just a teenage girl who’s been dealt a bad set of cards, which is both very realistic and engaging.

max is hilarious. I’ve seen people say she’s cringey, but they are simply wrong. she’s charming, sarcastic, and I love her fake cursing. I will accept no max hate.

libby and nash is an underrated ship. they’re so adorable together and they’re complete opposites, which is what makes them so good together. goth x cowboy, who could’ve expected that? similarly, stop sleeping on nash! he’s responsible, he’s a gentleman, he’s a feminist, he’s a great guy.

xander's trauma is so overlooked, it makes me sad. he thought everyone hated him for his entire life and people are still thinking that he’s just the happy go lucky funny guy.

eve doesn’t deserve forgiveness. idc about a redemption arc, she is a bad person. I’m not the biggest grayson fan, but I’m on his side in this scenario. she had no right to abuse him like that.

alisa ortega is hispanic. this is how i imagine her, especially since her last name is spanish. people who fancast a white woman as alisa or draw alisa has incredibly light-skinned are portraying her wrong. everyone is allowed to envision characters how they want, but I think this one is obvious.

in the beginning, rebecca was annoying. she has gotten better over time, but at first, all she did was whine and cry and be angsty. I’m glad she’s found love and has grown into a strong, resilient young woman.

that’s all I’ve got, pls don’t cancel me! these are my opinions, I’m not saying anyone else’s opinions are wrong, this is just what I believe. you can believe whatever you want <3

#the inheritance games #jennifer lynn barnes #booktok #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #averyjameson #headcanon #unpopular opinion #xander hawthorne

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incorrectcreepypastafam · 4 months

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Creepypasta As DanAndPhilGAMES Quotes After The Revival

Toby: I’ve graduated into fuckland

Jeff: just stop speaking

Toby: okay

Toby: soft launching the gay

Jeff: I’m gonna hard launch you out of that window

Liu: know what I mean?

Jeff: no

Jeff: is it hard for you to speak sometimes

Lyra: did that work

Jeff: not really

Lyra: I tried really hard

Jeff: what is the most emo clothing we got here

Jeff: my brother, WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE

Lyra: look at this magnificent bitch

Brian: communities that shit together stay together

Jeff: I will try to be normal

Tim: where’s your mind at

Toby: where’s your mom at

Toby: and now I’m wet in this suit

Lyra: uhhhhhhhhhh

Lyra: you pissed?

Toby: I’m gonna stop breathing

Jeff: thank you, Toby, that’s a good volunteer

Ben: maybe they got struck by lightning

Jeff: where was the lightning bitch

Ben: I’m gonna haunt every generation of your family

Tim: should we take it in turns with the swinging?

Tim: that’s what someone’s mom said last night

Game: it’s been a long day

Liu, to Jeff: me sitting next to you

Brian: I’m grabbing my boobs

Sally: is it an alien or Squidward? What are we being chased by?

Sally: it’s hard for me to tell

Liu: THATS THE SHADOW OF THE ROSE ITS NOT A DEMON

Jeff: if that baby comes out I’m gonna kill you

Toby: I’d like that

Toby: you know what they say about big feet

Lyra: what

Toby: big socks

Lyra: okay

Jeff: half an hour montage of Tobias Rogers attempting to learn how to put on a cape

Toby: can you help

Jeff: no

Toby: and then I just saw some lightning happening in the microwave and thought “what a beautiful night for a thunderstorm”

Sally: I don’t do drugs I don’t know what grams are

Lyra: im hot I don’t know how to count

Jeff: maybe I am heaven

Sally, pointing at plastic spiders: that’s Ben. That’s Ben 2. That’s Ben 3

Liu: I’m gonna give us a solid 7/10 on that one

Jeff: just a seven? Are you fucking kidding me

Liu: I was being humble

Jeff: fuck humble

Jeff: do you ever reflect on our lives and just think… stop

Liu: yeah all the time

Tim: I wanna fuck the Eiffel tower

Jeff: dead people in France

Liu: STOP IT

Ben: im gonna hit you with a meteor

Sally: im gonna microwave you

Toby: can I just show you something

Jeff: is it a dead person in France

Jeff: im in my cougar era. Watch out twinks, Jeff is on the prowl

Lyra: I wanna do things to this house

Liu, through his teeth: what do you want to do to the house, Lyra?

Liu, through his teeth: respect the house, Lyra

Jeff: what happens when you tap the emo dragon

Liu: you want me to tap it?

Jeff: yeah

Liu: *taps dragon*

*g note plays*

Jeff: that’s damn right

Ben: I do not think playing this game is how Christ would want us to start his season but here we are

Jeff: but Santa would and so would his brother, Satan

Ben: okay

Jeff: I don’t own any sex toys that go chomp chomp

Jeff: but nice to know that you do

Jeff: I’d say Jesus Christ but I know he’s not listening right now

Toby: five strokes and you’re done

Jeff: that’s what they call me. Five strokes Jeffy

Jeff: who’s they? What am I saying?

*trying to figure out what lmb stands for*

Jeff: lobotomy maybe bestie

Toby: look mate… BITCH

Jeff: it’s making you more intelligent that’s why you’re winning at golf

Jeff: we finally found a way to fix you

Sally: you’re banned from friendship

Ben: this is a safe space

*literally five minutes later*

Ben: point at the guy who doesn’t know how to crouch

Lyra: I would like you all to tell me how I can be better at this game

Ben: um don’t walk down hole

Lyra: okay

*playing Lethal Company*

Jeff: Ben’s not here let’s have a party

Ben: please get back on the ship or I’ll be leaving without you

Jeff: we thought we found a wheel. It was a mine

Jeff: they’re both fucking dead as fuck

Ben, laughing: good job

Jeff: Tim, you’re a top bunk kinda guy right?

Tim: that’s not what Tumblr says

Jeff: is that brown Grimace

Jeff: what the fuck am I looking at

Toby: I’ve never watched an episode of My Little Pony

Jeff: no because you’re normal

Game: who invented the lightning rod

Sally: me

Lyra: what’s the opposite of tears

Jeff:

Jeff: piss

Jeff: and the moral of the story is

Jeff: fuck books

Jeff: get paper cuts

Liu: no

Jeff: what

Liu: stop

Jeff: oh I missed this completely

Liu: is there some kind of grimy wall from your childhood we need to talk about

Jeff: it’s you bitch

Lyra: I put up flyers for car washing. I washed someone’s car and then they said I scratched it with my rings. Why was an eight year old wearing rings?

Jeff: did they try to scam an eight year old?

Lyra: YES

Jeff: you should’ve killed them

Brian: I would give birth to a child on this

Tim: yes

Brian: I would eat the child straight off it

Tim: no

Liu: let’s just grab an apple and try our best

Toby: hey Siri what’s 25+6

Ben:

Ben: girl-

Ben: 31

Toby: 29

*playing Poppy Playtime*

Jeff, to a toy oven: come with me, Owen

Liu: Owen needs to stay where he is

Jeff: I will love you, Owen

Jeff: I don’t like to contribute I just like to judge

Liu: but, Jeff, what is a VPN?

Jeff: virtual private gnome

Liu: gnome begins with a g

Jeff: :0

Sally: everything is just too heavy

Sally: even milk like

Sally: why are you heavy

Lyra: honestly liquid needs to calm down

Lyra: you know what we say about

superstitions

Liu: that they’re not real?

Lyra:

Lyra: do you wanna fight

Toby: just like Sonic The Hedgehog we’re going speed dating

Toby: … as he was known to do

Ben: what

Toby: what fictional characters could we see here

Toby: what are you expecting

Lyra: I’m expecting an anime boy

Lyra: I don’t know who else

Toby: Bill Clinton

Lyra: okay

Toby: he’s real

Jeff: I don’t care if Mozart did this when he was five he’s a nerd

Liu, about baboons: they only live up to 30 years in the wild and 45 years in captivity

Jeff: oh my god you’ve only got a couple years left

Ben: life comes at you fast and so does Trombone Champ

Tim: unleash the babussy

Jeff: did you just g note me with a fucking trombone

Jeff: last time I lost my voice. I’m loud as fuck today you’re gonna wish I had

Lyra: they ate

Liu: okay

Jeff: I was 26 doing that on YouTube

Jeff: fuck yeah good for me

Jeff: did you know that we are celebrities

Toby: celebritenis

Jeff: we are vips

Toby: vipenis

Jeff: we are influenc-

Jeff: *vomit noise*

Jeff: what did you just say

Toby: vipenis

Jeff:

Sally: when I did 23andme it said I was 8% lobster and I think we all know why

Brian: I think I looked snatched

Toby: *dies laughing*

Brian: did I use that right

Jeff: look it’s hard being this pretty

Lyra, reading the question: if they were having a party, what would they serve

Jeff: cunt

Jeff: sorry

Toby: I mean anything could’ve slipped onto something

Jeff: what

Toby: I don’t know what I mean

Jeff: oh god

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bungalowbear · 3 months

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Across the Stars X

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: It’s time for you and the children to flee Ibaar, but an unexpected and deadly adversary makes an appearance.

Warnings: action/fighting, mention of death and blood and a body being cut in half, major character death

A/N: It’s been almost a full year since I last updated this story. So sorry for the long wait! I struggled a lot with motivation for this series but the recent season has lit a fire under me. I’m excited to share this with you and what more I have in store. Let me know what you think, or come to my ask box to discuss the show! I’d love to hear from you :)

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Staying on Ibaar for this long was always a risk. You knew this, and yet it turns out even you aren’t immune to the temptation of normalcy, a coveted comfort promising a respite from your troubles. And now, your weakness might prove to be your and the children’s doom.

You and Tara race across the dirt and back home. Ushering her in first, you look over your shoulder before the door slides closed with a swift thud. The others scramble away from the window and crowd around you.

“What’s happening?” Lyra questions, looking up at you with worry painted across her face.

“It’s the Empire,” Petro says. His expression is even, but you can see the panic in his youthful eyes. “How did they find us?”

“Yes, the Empire is here.” Speaking slowly, you look at each of them before you continue. “But not for us. We know they’ve occupied other planets, and unfortunately, Ibaar is next.”

Gungi chimes in, asking what happens now.

“We’re leaving.” All four voices protest as soon as the words pass your lips. They talk all at once, lamenting their established lives on this planet. It pains you to take this away. You shouldn’t have given it to them in the first place. You silence them with the clearing of your throat. “This isn’t up for discussion. We’ve been here too long, and staying any longer will only put us in unnecessary danger.”

“We can’t just leave these people to be taken over by the Empire,” Tara objects. “They’ll be pushed around and exploited just like on Saleucami.”

You frown, shaking your head. “We can’t help them, Tara.”

“But—”

“You are a child.” The word forces itself out of you, stressed by her actions against the troopers. Tara’s eyes widen before she turns away from you. You sigh, addressing the other three as well. “You are children first, Jedi second. Do you understand?”

Petro, Gungi, and Lyra nod their heads solemnly. Tara still doesn’t face you, but the drop of her shoulders tells you she accepts your words.

“There is nothing of greater importance to me than making sure you all live long, long lives.” You open your arms and three bodies step into your embrace. Lyra tugs on Tara’s sleeve until she eventually joins. You stretch your arms as wide as they will go and hold the younglings close. “Yes, we help others when we can. But this is not one of those times. We’ll leave for the mountain just before first light.”

You tell the children to pack a bag and that you’ll check on them before it’s time to sleep. They’re quiet as they trudge toward their respective rooms, a few sniffles interrupting the silence.

After you tuck the children in one last time, you station yourself in the living room. Sleep doesn’t come for you, so instead you keep watch through the window. The house, the street, the whole town, is suffocated with a deadly tension. Once again, you sense the impending approach of an obscure force. Your mind’s cloudiness has improved, the shadow of the dark side slowly withdrawing from your psyche, but it’s still left you with a numbness you have yet to break out of. Your visions are not to be trusted yet. Not even worth considering. Not when the lives of four children hang in the balance.

Your heart aches for them. They are too young to have to endure what they have, but it’s also their very youth that helps you face another rising sun. Petro’s confidence, Gungi’s loyalty, Lyra’s gentleness, and Tara’s compassion remind you each day that there is still light and hope in this galaxy.

No one knows how long this dangerous time will last for the Jedi, but you swear to yourself you will do all you can to protect their light. It doesn’t burn as radiantly as it did before, dimmed by the circumstances it finds itself in, but you’re glad you could foster it even if for a short time here on Ibaar. You cling to the hope that someday it can shine freely once again.

The sun has yet to rise when you feel a shift. Someone very dangerous to the Jedi has landed on Ibaar. It’s dark and menacing. It’s searching.

You wake the children and help them gather their things. You raise a finger to your mouth, pressing your hand to the panel beside the door to open it. You step outside and make sure the coast is clear. Then, you signal for the children to follow after you. Quiet, careful steps make their way across the dirt into a narrow alley. Your small group sticks closely together, only the rustle of your canvas knapsacks make noise as they gently brush against your cloaks.

When you reach the far end of the street you hear the commotion. It’s coming from behind, from the direction of your home, and you realize you’ve been found out. You don’t know how but it’s not what’s most important in this moment.

“Hurry,” you tell the children.

But your quickened pace is not enough to outrun what’s behind you.

A blaster shot whizzes past your head. Turning, you see a squadron of troopers approaching. You pull the children behind a pile of stacked crates and untuck the blaster from the holster strapped to the back of your trousers. You wait until several rounds of fire stop before reaching your arm around the crate and firing back.

The troopers pause their assault, finding their own cover as you continue to fire. You manage to hit a few of them, but there are still too many for you to flee safely. You pull back behind the metal crates and face four worried expressions.

“I’m going to cover you while you run to that next pile.” You jerk your chin to the crates diagonal to where you’re crouched. “On my signal.”

Lyra places a hand on your arm. A frown pulls the corner of her lips downward.

“I’ll be right behind you,” you assure her.

You look between each of them as you count to three and then start shooting again. You step into the middle of the alley while the children dash toward the crates. You dodge a blaster shot. Taking out another three troopers, your feet move backward toward the children. Another blast just misses you as you roll onto the dirt and land at their feet safely behind the crates.

Getting to your hands and knees, you peek around the corner of the barricade and count four troopers remaining. You start to think it won’t be as difficult to get out of this situation as you initially predicted. But then you see a dark figure emerge from the cloud of dirt.

He wears robes as black as a moonless night sky. His tall yet built figure halts to position himself behind the remaining troopers. He reaches beneath his robe and reveals a circular object, a large ring with a handle running through the middle that he holds onto. He lifts it and a beat passes before two red sabers burst from either end. Glowing crimson eyes meet yours and you can’t fight the shiver that runs down your spine.

“Okay,” you say as you retreat behind the barricade. “Here’s what we’re doing. You’re all going to go ahead and get the ship ready.”

“What?” Petro asks.

“Master, no!” Lyra shouts.

“You’re all going ahead,” you repeat firmly, looking at each of them. “Get the ship ready. If I’m not back before the sun touches the mountain, then you leave without me.”

Tara’s brow creases, her lips part to voice her own disagreement, but you speak again.

“You must do this.” Four pairs of shoulders deflate. They must recall your words from the night before because they don’t argue further. “Stay together and don’t stop until you reach the mountain.”

You manage an encouraging smile before you count again. On three, the children jump to their feet and sprint toward the end of the alley. A few blaster shots fly past you and you turn your head to make sure they made it off safely. You catch sight of Lyra’s cloak as they disappear around the corner before turning back and advancing on the troopers. You take out the last of them, and now it’s just you and the mysterious figure left in the alley.

“You’re not what I expected,” he states inquisitively, voice altered by the modulator within his mask. It hides his true face and you’re not sure if that makes him more menacing or not.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you respond, dryly.

“Nevertheless, Lord Vader will be pleased with your capture. He’s been searching for you.”

“Vader?” You’ve never heard the name before. Must be some new Imperial tasked with capturing any remaining Jedi. But why would he be searching for you specifically? “I don’t know any Vader.”

“But he knows you.” The mysterious figure hums, a deep and unsettling sound. “And how do you think I’ll be rewarded when I return with not just one Jedi, but a batch of younglings?”

“Unfortunately for you,” you tuck your blaster into its holster, “you’ll never find out.”

You take a deep breath in as you take your stance. He wields a lightsaber, so you suspect he might also be a Force wielder. He won’t be easy to defeat like the troopers who lay scattered around you.

Wind blows through the alley, disrupting more of the dirt and clouding the battleground between you. He charges first, swinging his dual saber, but you quickly side step his attack. You crouch down to swing your leg and take him off his feet but he leaps high, higher than any regular life form should. He confirms your suspicions about being a Force wielder when he uses the Force to hurl you against the pile of crates. Your head smacks against the hard metal, and you barely have time to blink before he’s on you again. He towers above you and raises his weapon. He brings it down without hesitation, but you raise your hand before it can slice through your shoulder. It’s a battle of strength. The prize is your severed arm. The Force vibrates chaotically between you and your adversary. Drops of perspiration bead down from your temple as the heat of the saber inches closer.

Your eyes flick down to his hand. In a quick movement, you grab the hilt of the saber where the horizontal handle meets one end of the ring above his hand, twisting up and in the opposite direction of his hold. When his grip on the hilt weakens, you push off your feet and take control of the saber. You continue the disarming movement so that the saber makes a fluid arc that slashes clean through his torso.

He grunts as realization dawns on him that it’s over. You won. His body drops to the floor in two halves. You wait until you see the life leave his eyes, then you power down the saber. It’s a strange design, one you’ve never seen before. Part of you is intrigued. But the longer you hold it the more darkness begins to bleed at the edges of your mind. You toss it to the ground unceremoniously and hurry toward the end of the alley, leaving the town behind and heading toward the mountain.

The sunlight is already touching the mountain but you’re confused when you reach the cave and the ship is still inside, surrounded by the haphazardly discarded large rocks that covered the entrance. Immediately, you feel something is very wrong, and it becomes even more apparent when Lyra comes running down the open ramp of the ship. She’s calling your name as she holds out her hands that are covered in blood.

You sprint inside with Lyra right behind you and find Tara lying on her back on the floor with her head in Gungi’s lap. He has a paw pressed to her torso to stop the bleeding, but Lyra takes over again when she drops by her friend’s side.

”While we were running out of the alley Tara was hit by a ricochet.” Petro’s not looking at you as he speaks. He’s rummaging around frantically through the compartments for a med pack. “She’s lost a lot of blood.”

You sink to your knees beside Tara. Her breathing is slowing down. You can feel her fading away. Your left hand takes hers and you smooth the hair from her face with the other. She stares up at you with watery eyes.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Her voice is weak. It’s a soft plea for forgiveness. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault,” you assure her gently. “You were very brave. You have such a good heart, Tara. I’m so proud of you.”

You hold back your tears and try to keep a comforting smile on your face. You don’t want her last moments to be filled with sorrow. You hold her hand until her grip loosens and she releases her final breath.

Gungi lets out an anguished howl.

Lyra begins to sob.

Petro drops silently beside you.

Tara lays before you all, lifeless.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Moment of Weakness-six

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: A little bit of a boring chapter but the next chapter is going to be a doozy 😜

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The car ride was mostly silent, the only noise coming from the engine as Bucky drove me home. I still felt embarrassed at what happened and dirty, my body covered in disgust. The faster I got home to wash away this feeling, the better I would feel. Even if it wasn’t my fault it happened, I still needed time to move on from it.

My eyes darted quickly to Bucky, thankful that he had shown up when he did, otherwise I wasn’t too sure what would happen.

“Hey,” I spoke softly while placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s knee.

His eyes quickly left the road and landed on me. “Hm?”

“Thank you.”

His smile was a small one. “Of course.”

Something had shifted between us, I felt it with the way he removed my hand from his thigh and placed it back in my lap.

I shifted in my seat, trying to move far away from him. I wasn’t sure what I had done or what happened between us but maybe it was for the best. He was married for fuck’s sake.

“Uh, where’s Steve?” I asked, realizing he wasn’t with us.

“I had him take Parker home,” Bucky said.

Even in the way he spoke to me, Bucky seemed different so I didn’t bother to speak with him for the rest of the ride. My tired eyes stared out the window with tears pooling in the corners as the familiarity of the street came to the forefront. The car pulled to a stop in front of my apartment and with a hand on the door handle, I was ready to leave but something held me back, a persistent voice in my mind.

“Do you maybe want to come inside?” I slyly asked.

Bucky hesitated. “I should actually get back home to Natasha.”

My eyes fell to my lap with a sad nod. “Right, the wife.”

With the door open and one foot out on the pavement, anger filled me and I couldn’t leave without confronting him.

“What the hell is going on?” I demanded to know, looking back at him.

Bucky was taken aback. “What?”

I motioned between us. “You can’t deny that there’s something between us.”

“There’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky shook his head.

I scoffed. Even if he was a mob boss, he was a terrible fucking liar.

“Bullshit. You act so differently when she’s not around. You can barely keep your hands to yourself and it’s not your fault. I should be stopping you but I can’t.”

Bucky’s quiet breathing filled the small confines of his car.

“I think it’s clear that I want it as much as you, even if it’s wrong. But it feels right, doesn’t it?” I asked.

His vibranium fingers twitched, wanting to reach for me, but he held himself back while shaking his head.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“I’m married, Y/N,” Bucky said without missing a beat. “I’m simply being nice, that’s all.”

His words stung deep to my heart and with a trembling bottom lip, I nodded. His demeanor became cold and closed off, not the Bucky I had found myself falling for.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” I choked out, a sob falling.

Bucky’s shoulders slumped. “Y/N.”

The car door slammed in his face as I forced myself to walk away from him.

His body heat radiated behind me as he stood close, watching me intently. His blue eyes bore into the side of my head and I couldn’t hide the small smirk that played on my lips. Both of his large hands were on each side of me and the way his breath hitched in his throat when I turned in his embrace made my heart flutter.

A lone strand of hair fell into his eyes and I softly brushed it back, his eyelids fluttering shut.

“I have to get these papers faxed, Steve. But I can’t do that if you keep distracting me.”

Steve smiled. “I’m not in your way, am I?”

I peered over his shoulder to the fax machine that was on the other side of the room and raised a brow at him. He followed my gaze and reluctantly stepped to the side, allowing me to continue my work.

It had been a few days since the night at Thor’s club and I had moved on from what happened, a big thanks to Steve.

After the conversation between Bucky and I, I needed someone to talk to and Steve was there without a second thought. We became incredibly close and I would be lying if I said there weren't some sort of feelings between us that had grown the last couple days. It helped me realize them since Bucky had stopped showing me any extra attention. Everything between us had become strictly professional.

Much to my dismay.

However, I decided that I needed to move on from him. Bucky made it clear that he didn’t have the same feelings as I did.

“So do you want me to wait for you tonight?” Steve asked.

I nodded. “As long as Bucky doesn’t need me to stay late.”

With the mention of his name, I glanced over to his office and felt my breath hitch when I noticed that he had been watching Steve and I with intense eyes. However, when our eyes locked, he averted his eyes back to his phone, not bothering to give me another second of attention.

I did my best to ignore the stinging in my heart and returned to my work. It was almost time to go home so thankfully I wouldn’t have to deal with this feeling much longer.

“I think it’s my turn to pick the movie tonight,” I told Steve as I looked towards him.

He leaned his body against the wall while crossing his arms at his chest. “Let me guess, horror?”

“You know me so well,” I beamed.

Steve stepped closer. “Your place or mine?”

I closed the final gap between us and shrugged. “As long as you’re with me, that’s all that matters.”

A loud cackle fell from his lips and Steve shook his head. “I think that was the worst pick up line I ever heard.”

My laugh matched his own. “I got you to come over the first time, didn’t I?”

Steve slowly licked his lips. “And yet, I still keep coming back.”

Bucky suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shoulders rigid with what seemed like anger.

“Everything alright?” Steve asked.

He pinched his eyes shut. “Barton is coming in, demanding a meeting.”

Steve’s own shoulders went rigid. “Now?”

Bucky nodded. “I need you here with me for it.”

“Of course,” Steve nodded, his loyalty to Bucky almost outstanding.

Then Steve looked at me. “If I’m late, feel free to head home. I’ll meet you there afterwards.”

“I can wait, it’s not a problem,” I assured him.

“Actually,” Bucky spoke. “I need you here late tonight. I’ve got a few errands for you to run since the monthly meeting is tomorrow.”

I saw straight through Bucky’s lie, knowing that the thought of Steve and I together didn’t sit well with him. However, I didn’t call him out on it, I simply nodded.

“Sure,” I gave my attention to Steve. “Raincheck?”

“Definitely.”

Steve was the first to head towards Bucky’s office when the front door opened, a tattooed man walking through. I instantly recognized him as Barton and with the furious look in his eyes, I knew that something happened.

“Was it Peter?” I asked Bucky.

“There’s a list on your desk that I need you to pick up for me,” Bucky avoided my question with a very curt voice.

“Of course,” I nodded.

My eyes watched his tone back underneath his suit as he walked into the office, letting the door close slowly behind him.

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lyrakanefanatic · 2 months

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a lyra and gray fic because i’ve been seeing a lot of people make them lately and it’s giving me the strength to do it 💀💀💀

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I crept up onto the roof, being careful not to slip and break a leg. The Game so far was, well, stressful, and my mind was completely preoccupied with riddles and clues that I needed some alone time to think things through. I stopped on a part of the roof which looked flat enough near a window, sitting with my knees touching my chest. I wrapped my arms around them, and finally took the time to really breathe. I couldn’t remember the last time I did. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focused on the smell of the nights air. That was before I heard a gentle knocking sound. My eyes ripped open as I whipped my head around to look for where the noise came from, when I saw the window from earlier and the man on the other side. Grayson. My heartbeat speeds up as our eyes lock for a few seconds before he pries the window open.

“Lyra? What are you doing on the roof at this time?” He asks, leaning his head out of the window to look at me. I swallow, not expecting to have been caught.

“I couldn’t sleep. Besides, it’s nice up here. You get the view of the ocean.” I say, turning my head to look at the waves crashing on the shore and not him. Although I could feel him looking at me, and it felt almost embarrassing how hard I was trying to not look back. I expected him to tell me that I’m not allowed up on the roof, since as a Game master it’s his job to enforce rules, but he doesn’t.

“Very well then. Mind if I join you?” He asks. I turn my head to reply, but he’s already climbing out of the window and stepping onto the rooftop. He carefully walks over to me before crouching and sitting down, his feet dangling off the edge of the roof. We are about 5 feet apart, but it still felt oddly…. intimate. I shut that thought down quickly.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He finally says, cutting into the silence that grew between us. I shrug.

“My minds too preoccupied with everything.” I reply. He raises a brow.

“Everything? Like The Game?” He asks. I pause, and suddenly words start coming out of my mouth without them meaning to.

“Like The Game, and my dad.” I didn’t even mean to say that, and immediately feel stupid for bringing the topic to him. I could feel a shift between us, as Grayson was the only one here who knew what had happened to my father. I thought back to my dream, thought about my father walking up the stairs with a gun and never coming back down.

“I don’t normally dream about him, but being on this island and away from my family has made it more… recurring.” I say, before he can respond. There’s silence again, before Grayson speaks.

“Tell me about him.” He says, finally. My eyebrows raise, the response unexpected.

“I’m afraid I already did. He gave me a calla lily and a mostly eaten candy necklace, before going up the stairs and-“

“No, not about his death. I know how he died. Tell me about his life. What was he like?” He asks. I had been looking away from him, but his response makes me face him. His eyes look more luminescent in the reflection of the moonlight, and some parts of his hair are rustling in the wind. The eye contact makes me nervous and I turn away again, thinking of a response. Everybody in my life always asks how my dad died, how I was doing afterwards, but they never ask about his life. I think Graysons the first.

“I didn’t know him that well, and I only ever visited once or twice a year. But those were the best days of my life.” I say, swallowing. I meant to leave it at that, but Grayson eyes urge me to go on.

“He had a little house by a forest, and in that forest was a lake. I remember when I was 3 years old, me and him walked to the lake, and had the best time swimming there. We played games, we talked, and I couldn’t imagine a time where I was happier. Then, when it was dark and we had to go back, we would get some blankets and lay in his backyard, since it was secluded due to the trees. We would lay down and point out any stars or constellations that we could recognize, and I remember that I saw a shooting star. I wished that me and my dad could spend more days like this,” I looked away from him, my eyes now focusing on the ocean and the waves. “But I guess not all wishes come true.” I finished. Again, there was silence. But it was more comforting than before.

“I assume you loved him?” He asks. I smiled sadly.

“A lot. He was always so clever and kind. He was smart, funny, courageous,” I pause, a breath catching in my throat. “Loving.” Graysons eyes were still on me, and I looked back at him. He held my eyes, blue meeting brown, before speaking with the smallest smile.

“Well, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree then.” He says. I laugh, the sound quick and sudden. Suddenly, I feel a few water droplets fall on my bare arm. I frown.

“Is it raining?” I ask. Suddenly, the “few water droplets” turn into a lot more.

“I think so.” Grayson replies, standing up. The rain starts to fall harder, and I get up as well.

“Do you want to come in through my window? I can walk you back to your room.” He offers. A part of me wanted to say yes badly, but my room was on the other side of the house, and I know a shortcut that’ll take me there quickly, so nobody else sees me and wonders why I’m out at this time when I’m really not supposed to be.

“It’s okay, I know a shortcut back to my room.” I say. I realized now how close we were standing and backed up a bit. Grayson raised a brow.

“Are you sure? It’s coming down harder now.” He says. It was, but something about being with Grayson made my stomach churn in a new way, and I didn’t want it. I stepped back, putting more space between us.

“I’m sure.” I say, a smile on my face. Then I turn around, about to step off the roof, when his voice stops me.

“Wait,” He says, his voice low and smooth. I turn around and see him take off his suit jacket, before placing it on top of my head gently. Butterflies seize my heart, and I swear I stop breathing. He pats it down lightly, making sure it would stay, before meeting my eyes. “So you don’t catch a cold.” He finishes. I don’t say anything, partially because I’m afraid if I do it’ll come out 2 octaves too high, and instead just nod. He steps back, watching me with an unfamiliar expression on his face, and I turn, carefully walking off and towards the shortcut. The smell of his cologne was more prominent now, with his suit jacket being on my head, and all of it at once, his words, his scent, him, made me feel dizzy with a new and unexpected feeling. I tried my best to shake it off, and headed towards my rooms window.

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okay im sorry there isn’t that much romance in this one, i just wanted to write a heart-to-heart between lyra and gray bc i love them 💗

also, WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE ROMANCE SCENES FROM LYRAS POV??? like i guess it’s because i’ve read from grays pov and know more about his headspace, but usually for me it’s easier to write from the fmc’s pov 🤷‍♀️

#lyra and grayson #grayson hawthorne #lyra kane #the inheritance games #the grandest game #the grandest game vault #the brothers hawthorne #lyra and gray #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #libby grambs #phone girl #maxine liu #jennifer lynn barnes

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midnight-in-town · 1 year

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“Why can’t you just be who I want you to be?”

Okay wowwww. Emotionally intense and unsettling scene there. From Marisa spitting on Asriel (happened in the book), to him almost choking her (nope), that was... hot terrifying, even more so considering that this was not at all the vibe we got from the trailer for that scene.

Considering that the more intense part of this scene was not in the book, I wondered for a while why this scene still made so.much.sense and I think maybe I figured it out.

I read or listened to James McAvoy speaking about S3 several times and once or twice he mentioned that s3 was hard on Asriel because 1) he realizes he’s not the main character of this story but his daughter is, 2)“the love of his life walks back into his life” and he’s gotta deal with it. And man, oh man, now do I realize with s3 ep3 how badly he deals with all of it. With all of them. This is why I’m so glad that we have James playing Asriel, because he loves these books so much thus he knows how to handle such a fiery man like Asriel, making ep3 so epic !

Tbh, while most men desire and lust after Marisa in this series (Boreal, MacPhail) because she acts the part of the beautiful woman while barely hiding her own lust for power (since women in her world hardly have any opportunity to be men’s equal and she wants that, so they don’t know how to handle her which is, for controlling men, tempting), I’m convinced Asriel sees her as his equal and she knows it as well.

So why would he almost lose his mind like that in ep3? He knows her well, he knows she lies, he knows he can’t trust her even if he wants to and he witnessed in the past that she chose Lyra over him. Well, because, this whole reunion eventually turns out to be about him being completely jealous and mad that she can never choose him over absolutely everything else.

“why can’t you just be who I want you to be?”

He said it: he sacrificed too much of his life so far to change his ways now. So he’s not just mad about Lyra’s safety being more important than his rebellion against the Authority in this scene. It’s also about the affair and how Marisa never left Edward, it’s about how she describes their affair as “a shame” when for him it can never be a humiliation because they loved each other, how she didn’t leave their world with him because she chose Lyra and, now, how Marisa doesn’t even recognize how much he sacrificed for this rebellion because Lyra’s safety matters more to her. After all, she only decided to help his side because they could protect Lyra.

“why can’t you just be who I want you to be?”

To be fair, Ogunwe had warned him (“if that woman tempted you, I’m not sure you’d resist”) and he at least had the decency not to deny it (can’t remember if he was as explicitly silent in the book): he still carries so much baggage from their affair that he never properly dealt with that it all came running back to him, when Marisa kept talking about Lyra, dismissing the role his rebellion against God plays in all this.

This whole scene was unexpected by how intense it was, but it makes so much sense that he’d lose it briefly, because what Asriel selfishly wants is for Marisa to support and love him, the man who challenged God, and no one else. Could be partly why, at this point, he rejects Lyra’s importance in all of this.

Anyway, LOTS of kudos to Ruth Wilson and James McAvoy for bringing such an intense reminiscence on screen in less than a minute: the whole episode 3 was a delight to watch, with how they brought to life the broken but incredibly compelling dynamic between Asriel and Marisa. :D

#His Dark Materials #hdm spoilers #masriel #asriel belacqua #marisa coulter #i need to write this to think about something other than Lyra's immense pain by the end of ep 4 </3 #my analysis

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crushedsweets · 9 months

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What’s your opinion/interpretation on Toby’s memory loss?

Ok guys everyone’s gonna sigh and think I’m boring but I dont like the memory loss and him forgetting lyra . Dunno why but it never brought me any sort of like emotion , not even sad. But no worries I do have words to share ..

in the few months that he was under the operators influence and doing horrific shit(literally killed a few middle schoolers, leaving bloody remains in public parks for families to see, burning down random buildings), he has little to no memory of those times. He still retains an absurd amount of aggression and violent tendencies that came from the operator, but he has fuzzy memories and it’s mostly of like… eating random fast food or cleaning himself in a public bathroom. Not so much his worst moments. Eventually, once Masky and hoody borderline kidnap him and put him under slender rather than the operator, it takes MONTHS for him to piece together the last like 7 years of his life. He can remember like.. the ages 5-10 just fine, but not much past that. Eventually the memories of lyra, her death, and his youth come barreling back

He only really processed what happened when he started going through news reports and whatever, cuz Masky and hoody were hesitant to tell him anything . They know what it’s like to unknowingly do shit they never want to think about, never want to take accountability for. Toby’s an annoying violent prick but he was 18 and Tim and Brian were like 29 by this point and just saw him as a kid who was in their shoes not too long ago. Plus they kinda had to keep him as calm as possible for the sake of their job

Eventually he remembers everything (aside from the few months I mentioned, including his fathers death) and it just kinda. Made him angry ? He felt weak again, thinking about all the things that happened to him and how little power he had all his damn life, and now he can’t even remember the day he took his fathers life. The day he believed he put all his problems to rest

Half related to the memory loss, but Toby absolutely still feels underlying sadism, need for power/control, stress relief, etc in his killing when he’s working under slenderman. Regrettably, he’s found himself having fun taking peoples lives under orders, especially since he’s only really killing grown adults who are sticking their noses where they don’t belong. he projects the image of frank (and occasionally Connie but that’s a lot more complicated) onto them, and makes up stories in his head for why it was good, why it was just, why it was okay.

AGAIN, for the first few years , he sees slendy as his savior who pulled him out of hell that his dad and the operator put him in. He even attributes his memory loss to slenderman trying to ‘protect’ him. Just a very odd mindset, whatever gets him through the day

Toby doesn’t seek victims out for a thrill, like Jeff or (early on) clocky. But he finds a way to enjoy it when he has to, and he knows that whatever happened during those lost memories is what made him like this

Also let me clarify that slender absolutely can still take control of a lot of peoples mental states and the proxies do have blank spots in their memories from time to time, but ironically, toby experiences this the least because he’s just so willing to listen if it means he can be in control of something, or gain the approval of his ‘savior’

#creeped #ticci toby #hcs #asks #Ty for asking anon this was fun to think about #it’s always like 7am when I’m writing this shit LMFAO

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lyranova · 13 days

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Hi Lyra! 💕

I admit that I'm weak to the Medical AU and if you could write a little something for Nozelena I would love it. 🩺

Hiya Lola! Of course I can, and thank you so much for trusting me enough to write Helena and Nozel! I hope you enjoy 🥰!

Word Count: 1,350

Warnings: None

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Helena let out a tired sigh as she flopped down onto a cushioned bench in the hallway. She had just finished doing her morning rounds, and was taking a small break before going to get lunch.

Even though her feet hurt, she couldn’t help but smile warmly as she thought about her patients, and about what awaited her at lunch.

But what she hadn’t been expecting was for the thing, or, well, person, she was excited to see at lunch suddenly sitting beside her.

“ Mi amor? What’s wrong, I thought we were going to meet at lunch?” She asked, her voice full of confusion and concern.

Nozel nodded.

“ We were but…I needed to see you now.” He told her softly, his eyes staring at the ground before slowly moving towards her.

A soft gasp escaped her as she saw a look in his eyes that said something terrible had happened, and that he needed someone to talk to about it.

With a determined gaze; Helena grabbed her boyfriend's hand, and led him towards her office so they could speak privately.

“ Alright, mi amor, tell me what happened,” Helena said as she closed her office door and sat down beside him on her small couch. Nozel laughed humorlessly as he ran a hand over his tired face.

“ Where do I begin?”

“ I would think at the beginning.” She responded, making his eyes narrow.

“ I was asking a rhetorical question.”

“ I know.”

Nozel blinked at her in surprise before he suddenly began to chuckle and shake his head, which made her smile. Good, at least he wasn’t too far gone into the pit of despair, she thought in relief.

“ Now tell me, what happened?”

He turned away from her again, and stared down at the floor.

“ I have a patient, a young female around Noelle’s age, whose renal failure is so far advanced that if she doesn’t get a kidney transplant within the next few weeks then she could die.” He explained softly, his eyes closing a bit.

“ Her mother is deceased; her father and older siblings refuse to donate or even be tested, while the eldest child did offer to get tested so he could save her life…we just got the results that he doesn’t match,” He continued, and she swore for a moment that she saw tears at the corners of his eyes. “ And I don’t know how to tell them.”

Helena nodded sadly as she wrapped an arm around him and pulled her towards him, allowing his shoulder to rest on her shoulder as she rubbed his back comfortingly.

“ Maybe…you should let another doctor handle this case,” She suggested softly, and watched as he raised his head to look at her.

“ Why?”

“ Because this case is a little too personal to you,” She told him gently. “ The patient is around Noelle’s age; she’s been abandoned by her entire family, and the only one that was willing to help was her eldest sibling who, by a cruel twist of fate, isn’t able to. Does that not sound familiar?”

Nozel let out a gasp before looking away again. As Helena pointed out; it did sound similar…a little too similar.

“ I won’t give this case to another doctor.” He told her firmly, and she sighed.

“ But, mi amor-,”

“ As you said; this girl’s been abandoned by everyone, and I refuse to abandon her too,” He began as he turned to face her. “ I will find her new kidneys, I will perform the transplant, and I will watch her recover and walk out of this hospital.”

“ Even if it causes you emotional pain? Even if it brings up awful memories that you would rather forget? Even if it throws you back into that pit of despair?” Helena questioned, her voice growing more worried with each question that slipped from her lips.

Nozel nodded, and it made her heart sink.

“ Yes. Even if it does all of that to me, I won’t abandon her.”

A sigh escaped her as she looked down at her lap. She knew he was determined to make up for the awful things he said, did, and allowed to happen to Noelle in the past. But wasn’t this going a bit far? Willing to risk everything for a patient that merely reminded him of his youngest sister?

But, wasn’t that one of the many reasons she loved him? Because he was determined to make amends, and despite his cold, aloof exterior and bedside manner he actually cared for his patients so much that he was willing to go to such lengths to help them?

Helena smiled, and jumped up from the couch.

“ Alright, then I guess I’ll have to follow you into that pit of despair then!” She announced cheerfully as she turned to look at him.

Nozel blinked in surprise.

“ What?”

“ I said I’m going to follow you into the pit of despair,” She repeated. “ I’m going to call CNOs and see if they may have any potential donors for your patient, and if not then I’ll ask every single hospital employee with a donor card to get tested to see if they’re a match!”

Nozel blinked at her a few more times, not really sure that he was hearing her right. She was going to help him? She was going to follow him into the pit of despair?

What on earth was she talking about?!

“ Helena, you don’t need to help me,” He began softly as he slowly stood up. “ I can do this on my own-.”

“ No, you can’t,” She told him firmly. “ You need help with this, and I’m going to do just that. Because as long as I’m by your side, I won’t let you get pulled into the darkness of your past ever again. So, either I stay with you and help, or you give this case to another doctor.”

“ Which will it be?”

An exasperated sigh escaped him as he pinched the bridge of his nose; this woman was completely crazy, but she was his crazy woman…and he loved her dearly.

“ Fine, you can help.”

“ Excelente! So, while I call CNOs, can you pull up your patients chart?” She asked as she walked over to her desk, causing Nozel to follow.

For the rest of their lunch hour the couple made over dozens of calls and had multiple employee’s tested. By the time their lunch hour was over, they were completely exhausted!

“ I’m sorry, I wasted our lunch together…” Nozel apologized softly as Helena leaned her head against his shoulder.

“ Hm, I wouldn’t say our lunch together was completely wasted,” She began with a smile, her head turning to look up at him. “ I got to spend time with you, and we found two donors for your patient.”

“ So I would say this was a very successful lunch,” She muttered softly as she leaned up to give him a sweet kiss, which he reciprocated.

“ Thank you,” He thanked her softly as he pulled away to rest his forehead against hers. “ For helping me, even though you didn’t have to.”

Helena frowned at him.

“ What do you mean? Of course I had to help you,” She told him as though it were obvious. “ You’re my boyfriend, mi amor, and I love you. We’re supposed to do things like this for those we love.”

He stared at her for a moment, before a bit of a loving smile appeared on his face.

Without uttering a single word he turned and wrapped her up in his arms, taking her by surprise for a moment. But after Helena got over the surprise she wrapped her arms around him as well.

“ We’re in this together, forever and always.” She whispered softly into his ear, making him chuckle a bit.

“ Forever and always? Are you really willing to put up with me for that long?”

“ ¡Desde luego!”

Nozel chuckled and shook his head, but his heart was filled with gratitude and love towards Helena. He also made a mental note to make up for this ruined lunch break, and to try his best to repay her for her kindness.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#asks #lola📝#my lovely mutuals #black clover #black clover oc #black clover fanfiction #black clover au #helena x nozel #nozel x helena #nozel silva #helena drazel #900 follower event

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amaesama · 2 years

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Can you write some ticci toby general headcannons?

Of course! I actually had something like this in the making so I’m really glad this was requested!

Ticci Toby general headcanons

TW: past abuse, PTSD,

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There are two moods you can have your Toby in: the sweetest thing alive and a literal fucking menace.

It’s most likely to be the latter.

Poor guy had a rough childhood and it still haunts him to this day, and it’ll probably haunt him for the rest of his life. Not many people in the mansion are fully aware of what his dad was like as it’s not something he likes to relive, the only people who do know are the Slenderman, Tim, Brian and eventually his s/o.

Tim and Brian know not to mention it, but there have been incidents where Masky will front and say something potentially triggering, which Tim will feel awful for once he becomes aware.

When this happens, it’s pretty common for him to throw a fist or two, resulting in Hoodie stepping in between them and Toby eventually storming off.

When Tim fronts again he’ll go find him and apologise profusely for Masky’s actions. Toby knows that it’s not Tim’s fault but he’ll probably still be a bit upset with him for a while.

He’s not the most popular in the house, most people find him strange or just don’t know him that well so they’re kind of unsure of what to do around him.

BEN gets along with everyone (or he thinks he does, people think he’s annoying but he doesn’t care) so I think the two of them get along alright.

Jeff thinks he’s above hanging out with him.

Him and Clockwork are pretty close friends and they have this brother-sister thing going on, but every time he hangs out with her for too long he thinks of Lyra and will go all quiet.

Ok as for his appearance.

He’s really pale, like paper white, and he has freckles! They’re not too visible but they’re there!

His eyes are really dark brown and are sunken in with really dark bags since he doesn’t sleep much, and they strongly contrast against his skin.

His body is not in the best condition; he’s got a massive scar on his face (he’s pretty insecure about this so he wears his mouth guard most of the time), and he has a lot of cuts and scars on his hands. Due to his CIPA he is prone to hurting himself without knowing, he’ll only notice when someone else points it out and he’ll quickly be whisked away by EJ.

He’s the kind of guy who WOULD be attractive if he had a bit more confidence and put time into himself, but that’s not really a priority to him.

If he took interest in someone it would take a loooong ass time for him to get the motivation to ask them out, for a number of reasons. Most of his time is spent on fulfilling his Masters orders, and when he does get time to himself he’ll likely get distracted by something else.

Eventually he’ll barge into Tim’s room all like ‘I have an issue and I need your help’ and he’s all like ‘um excuse me what the actual fuck are you doing in my room,’ but he’ll still offer a smidge of advice.

When he does ask them out he’ll be so jittery and his stutter and Tourette’s will really act up so he won’t be able to finish his sentence, please help him and take him somewhere private and help him calm himself down.

He wouldn’t be the best boyfriend to start off with, his only exposure to a relationship is his parents and he’s so scared of becoming his dad that he is just so anxious of what he says and does around you, so most of the time he just sits very awkwardly next to you not knowing what to do.

When you tell him that it’s ok for him to talk to you and touch you, you’ll find yourself in the second stage of your relationship.

Here is when it gets a bit more difficult, because he has to figure out what he can say and what he can do, as well as the manner in which he does it.

He’s not too fond of kisses, he thinks that his scar is gross and he doesn’t want you to see it. It takes him a while to be comfortable enough to kiss you in anyway, and once he realised that he likes kissing you he’ll ask EJ to put a bandage over his cheek so he can do it more.

He likes it when you initiate the kiss, it boosts his ego a bit (something he desperately needs) because it shows that you actually want to kiss him.

The first time he kisses you will come as a massive shock. You’ll both be hanging out in the kitchen or in your room (his room is a mess and he will NOT be letting you in there any time soon) and he will very quickly lean over and kiss you on the cheek.

You’re just standing there like 🧍.

He thinks you didn’t like it so he’ll turn around and leave.

Please chase after him and tell him you liked it.

Sometimes he’ll be all over you, clobbering you and treating you like a literal god, and sometimes he’ll get all snappy and being around him will be like walking on eggshells. This will most likely be brought upon by having a bad day and he’ll just find everything irritating, it’s best to give him some space when this happens.

He’s also prone to panic attacks and probably suffers from PTSD due to his fathers abuse. You’ll find him in the corner of his room, biting at the flesh on his hands and repeating certain phrases to himself.

He needs you to make yourself known to him before you try to approach him. Then sit in front of him and let him know he’s safe now, his father can’t hurt him and he never will again.

Once he’s comfortable enough, hold him until he calms down, or if he doesn’t want you to hold him because of his tics then just stay near him and talk to him.

If he’s bleeding make sure he’s properly cleaned and bandaged up, then get him to lay down and nap with him; he’s probably exhausted.

He’ll be so grateful for you and he’ll 100% do his best to return the favour. Granted he won’t be very sure on how to, but you’re teaching him a lot about how to behave so he’ll probably repeat what you do.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #helen otis #jeff the killer #ben drowned #clockwork #jane the killer #slenderman #Masky #hoodie #tim wright #brian thomas

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kanekoii · 7 months

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Boo! Guess whos back with another request :3

Could you pretty please write kissing hcs of...guess. guess who. Kyo. also Vox, Sonny and mmmmmaybe Doppi?

ALSO KYO IS FINALLY BACK!!! I'm so happy to be able to watch his streams again I'm gonna microwave him!!!4!44!4!4

lyra’s notes -> KYO MY BELOVED EXPLODES EXPLDOES EXPLODES PLZ KEEP THESE REQUESTS COMING BBY I NEED AN OUTLET FOR THIS STUFF

pairings -> kyo kaneko, vox akuma, sonny brisko, doppio dropscythe

genre -> headcanons, scenario, fluff (i included a scenario of your first kiss with them too for fluff and shit)

song -> runaway baby - bruno mars

warnings -> a shit ton of kissing, kyo’s and doppi’s are in a highschool setting cuz their characters are highschoolers, strong language, some sad talk in sonny’s and mentions of food

KYO KANEKO •

his kisses are very playful in nature. he’ll pull you in a little roughly and press his lips to yours with a smirk as he mumbles something about how much he loves you. pull him by his tie into a kiss and printer man will be in HEAVEN. something about it is so attractive to him in a way he can’t explain.he just loves it nearly as much as he loves you. wait no, he loves you way more.

as for your first kiss with printer man (formerly printer boy before he got his glow up), it was really an accident at first. it had been a few days since you confessed your feelings for each other, and now you and him were working with the rest of the iluna gang to decorate for a school dance. kyo was hanging directions when he began to teeter off the stool he was standing on, causing you to run up behind him in case he fell. he turned around to say hi before the stool mysteriously fell (not like maria was standing right behind it and kicked it out from under him haha what are you talking about of course not). in true fanfiction written by a teenager fashion, he ended up on top of you with his lips on yours. it really was an accident. but when he pulled away, he simply looked in awe and asked, “can we do that again?”.

VOX AKUMA •

he’s a very passionate kisser. he doesn’t care where you are or how many people are allowed with your consent he’ll pull you close and kiss you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. of course our demon man loves just kissing your forehead or hands or cheek, literally anywhere lmao.

for your first kiss, it was by far the most romantic of the bunch. he had planned it out for sure, he wanted your first kiss with him to be something special, even if it was something you would go on to experience multiple times every day. it would be on a date, he would bring flowers, all that stereotypical shit. the moment he kissed you, it just felt right.

SONNY BRISKO •

his kisses are short and sweet. he’s a busy man, but that doesn’t mean he wants to show his love any less. he just simply doesn’t have time most of the time, and he really hates that he doesn’t know if he’ll come home to you some days just because of how dangerous his job is, and if that happens then he wouldn’t have been able to give the goodbye he wanted. but sad stuff aside,

i think your first kiss with him would be when you visited him on a less busy day to have lunch in his office with him. he knew he was in love with you but certainly not to the extent he realized right then. you had gone through all that trouble just for him and brought him lunch? he couldn’t resist pulling you into a slightly nervous kiss.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE •

oh doppino here we go. when it comes to kissing him, you never know what you’re gonna get. sometimes he accidentally pokes you with his almost fang-like teeth, sometimes it’s passionate and warm, sometimes he says something really fucking stupid under his breath. despite being the xsoliel student counsel’s disciplinarian, he had a fun side to him too.

his first kiss was probably a very spontaneous thing with you. just the simple question of ‘can i kiss you?’ mumbled as he was caught off guard by just how much he really loved you. he loves you a lot but he also likes showing his more silly side! here at doppino’s he’d mumble as he kissed you.

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The Ever Seeing Eye

(A/N: Continued from here, featuring my warlock Tav who is in a romantic relationship with her patron. I actually made this warlock character and her pact before playing BG3. It was a little too perfect how well it worked out for causing conflict >:) Also, I'm well aware that there is more than just the one artifact in Ethel's lair/on her person. I'm switching it up for drama. Also, defeating her in the tea house was accurate to my playthrough if anyone would like to know how I did it I can make a separate post. Part 4 here)

What is it about fey that they delight so much more in screwing over a fellow fey than any other creature?

Lyra ponders this question, along with wondering if that is precisely why Midnight adores her so rather than taking a lover of his own kind, as she delves into the hag’s lair.

Of course, Lyra, no stranger to dealing with fey, has already disposed of the hag in the tearoom upstairs, much to Midnight’s delight. “I can sense a delightful trinket down there in her workroom, a necklace, not too far from that human you’re so intent on rescuing,” he whispers in her ear, “I want that one. Fey magic should stay with fey, after all.”

Shouldn’t be a problem at all.

But it would just so happen, that as they have descended the stairs into the green-lit museum of hag horrors, Gale clutches at his chest, and looks to Lyra pleadingly. “I uh, I don’t suppose you looted any magic artifacts off the hag corpse upstairs, did you?”

“Potions, yes, artifacts, no,” Lyra answers. “We just fed you two days ago. You went without an artifact for several days since the crash. What’s changed?”

Gale’s eyes are desperate as he shakes his head in bafflement. “I’ve no idea… but something has changed. I could feel it before, the last one did not satisfy the way it should have… Perhaps something more powerful would do the trick.”

Lyra sees the strain in his face. This condition saps at him. “Do you need to wait in camp, then? You’re clearly unwell.”

“And leave the lot of you to face a hag lair down a wizard? Perish the thought. Old biddy might be dead, but this place is sure to have plenty dangers on its own. We press on! Besides, where better to find a suitable artifact than a hag lair? Surely she has something stashed away.”

Lyra frowns, knowing for a fact she does, and praying that she happens to have more than just the one.

They point the way out for all those fortunate enough to still be alive and intact once the hag’s magic wore off. Most of those wearing the masks were too far gone, and both Gale and Lyra could tell that attempting to remove the masks would have disastrous consequences for them.

Mayrina showed the way to the workroom, with a portal out of the lair. Lyra zeros in on the necklace immediately, picking it up from the desk and inspecting it, considering. After a moment, Gale says, “ah, delightful, you found something. May I?”

Lyra pulls away from his reaching hand. “Isn’t there something else in here?”

“All we’ve found are a collection of very non-magical rings and some dodgy potions that I would not drink for a hundred gold,” Astarion reports.

Lyra saw what happened to Wyll for disobeying his patron. His body is permanently altered for it, and he got off easy.

But surely Midnight would never be so cruel to her? She loves him. They’ve been lovers for over a year. And Gale… she doesn’t know the specifics of his condition, but he seems he would die without it. There is clear pain in his eyes.

“Swear to me that you need it, really need it,” Lyra says, meeting Gale’s pleading eyes.

“I swear upon the weave itself, that it is a matter of life and death.”

Lyra hands him the necklace, and he smiles in relief. She has just enough time to enjoy that grateful smile before she collapses, and the world goes dark.

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