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xvysarene · 15 days

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𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗

Pairing: Zayne x Fem!Reader Words: ~3.3k Genre: Suggestive Notice: 3rd person POV, Mentions of alcohol, Slight OOC Zayne (not a teetotaler)

"I know a healthier way to relieve stress, doctor."

Alcohol-induced thoughts had rolled off her tongue effortlessly.

She had expected his towering build to abruptly rise and leave her right there, appalled by the provocative comment. A disgusted expression or an unexpected snort would be acceptable too.

Yet, when she finally dared to face him, those sharp eyes locking with hers was not something she expected. Overflowing intensity caused her skin to tingle.

“You shouldn’t offer what you can’t deliver, Ms. Y/N,” his lowered voice warned her, sending a chill down her spine on hearing the way he had addressed her so formally, just like when they were in the meeting room.

The room suddenly spun, but not from the alcohol. No, she only had two bottles of beer, just enough to loosen her tongue like this.

The response in her throat dried as she saw him sipping his whiskey sans ice, Adam apple’s bobbing as he swallowed the deep amber liquid after letting it linger in his mouth, taking in the smoky flavour.

“Well?” Perfectly arched brow challenged her.

Heart pounding rapidly in her chest, she took one last gulp from the barely touched third bottle to calm her nerves before subtly cocking her head to the bar’s exit.

It was one of the rare moments she had seen him smirk and not in response to a challenge in the medical field.

The faint creaking from the bar stool was loud in her ears as he stood up, settling both of their bills with the bartender, and leaving a hefty tip. His surprisingly warm palm rested low on her hip as he guided her to his black sedan.

Mesmerizing city lights blurred. Her attention drawn solely to the sensation of his thumb slowly drawing circles on her thigh.

Next thing she knew, her back was pressed against the back of his front door, lips locked in a passionate battle filled with intense desire that made her knees buckle.

The strong thigh nestled between her heated core was the only thing stopping her from melting into a puddle on his floor. The friction, a welcome bliss, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

That was the beginning of the agreement, becoming a recurring occurrence whenever both of them needed to blow off steam from the stresses of demanding jobs. Him, saving lives, and her, dealing with difficult clients.

“Thank you for being my stress relief.”

His words cut through her second post-orgasm haze like ice water.

Somewhere along the line of what was supposed to be a no-strings-attached arrangement, small things like having a late-night snack together to deeper conversation during pillow talks grew to be a regular part of the deal.

Feelings for him had begun to bloom, much like the flowers outside with the arrival of warmer weather.

“Are you okay?” The sound of rustling sheets reminded her that she had been silent for too long while staring emptily at his ceiling.

“Yeah,” she simply replied.

Not satisfied with the answer, she felt Zayne’s fingertips lightly tracing above her collarbone, gently checking patches of skin that had turned reddish. They would undoubtedly be bruised by the next day.

“Was I too rough?”

Hands roamed greedily over her curves, warm lips on the sensitive dips and folds that he had become well acquainted with, growls of desire, and powerful thrusts flashed through her mind.

She tried to suppress the memories, though her body still hummed from the aftereffects. “No, just tired.”

He carefully took hold of her chin, noticing that she had been avoiding his gaze. "Y/N, you know you can talk to me, right?" his voice filled with concern.

“I think that’s the problem.”

Zayne’s calculated hazel orbs bore into hers, searching for the meaning behind her words.

“I’m not sure if you notice, Zayne, but for a casual arrangement, things are starting to get complicated.”

It was his turn to drop his gaze. For someone as bright as him, it would be impossible for the situation to go over his head.

He too must have realised the way their dynamic had changed over time; they had spent more time together in and out of the bedroom.

At times, they’d simply cuddle through the nights, providing a safe haven without the necessity for words.

She held her breath. There was no going back now. "It's starting to feel like more than just sex—it has been for some time.”

Retracted fingers sent a clear sign that he was about to take a step back, the gesture as clear as the darkness enveloping the night. The guarded mask was back once he met her gaze again.

"We both agreed that this was meant to be casual. I don't want either of us to end up getting hurt."

It sounded like an automated response even to his ears. He grimaced.

Y/N's heart sank. Despite the obvious signal of his withdrawal, his words still pierced her heart. "I see," she said quietly, distancing herself from him slightly.

Zayne could sense her disappointment and reached out to touch her arm. "Hey, Y/N, it's not that I don't care about you. I just…” his words faltered.

"I understand," she said, forcing a smile. "I believe it might be best if we stop doing this then."

He breathed out slowly. "Yeah, you may be right.”

A curt nod was directed at him. "I should probably get going anyway."

“Don’t be silly, it’s past midnight,” Zayne immediately stood up, trying to stop her. She tried hard not to look down at his abs or any other part of his anatomy. “I’m not asking you to leave. You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch if you want.”

“I just prefer to sleep on my own bed tonight, but thank you for the offer.”

He watched as she quickly slipped on her clothes and gathered her things.

“Let me drop you off at least,” he pleaded.

"I'll take the 24-hour taxi on the corner of your street and send you my location," she shut him down with the same assertive tone she used when closing deals.

As he closed the door behind her, a part of him wished she hadn't seen him at the bar that evening when he had let his heart rule over his brain.

“What is it?” Zayne took the pen out of his pocket and began to add his notes to the patient’s file.

When no response came from the direction of his office door, he exasperatedly looked up, about to shoot daggers at whoever was interrupting him.

Greyson, his assistant and regrettably a close friend out of work, stood in place, watching his every move.

“Less than fifteen minutes to the meeting; you were normally ready half an hour before that.”

The grip on the pen tightened as he concentrated back on jutting his notes down, making sure he didn’t miss any important details.

“I have some urgent things to attend to earlier.”

Greyson hmmed. “Yeah, things that you normally assign to the junior doctors so they can 'practice more' as you often phrase it."

Zayne knew that engaging with Greyson was futile since he would never win—a rarity, given that he would typically be the one in Greyson's shoes in any other situation.

“Let’s go, don’t want to be late for such an important meeting.”

As Greyson walked one step ahead of him, he did shoot daggers at the back of his friend's head all the way to the meeting room.

Nervous fingers, poised to adjust the tie, froze in place as he noticed Yvonne sent Greyson a knowing look once they entered the conference room before setting her eyes on him.

“Ah, Doctor Zayne and Doctor Greyson are here,” the hospital administrator greeted them from his seat.

He cleared his throat. “Apologies for running late.”

“Not at all, Doctor Zayne. You are, in fact, right on time,” Y/N said, acknowledging him after finishing setting up her laptop for the presentation.

"It's good to have you back, Ms. Y/N,” Greyson said as he took the seat across from him.

“Likewise, Doctor Greyson.”

“No offense to your colleague, but we were afraid we’d get a new account manager.”

The smile faltered slightly on her lips, clearly taken aback by his assistant’s nonsensical comment. “I had a business trip last time, which was why I had asked my colleague to step in for me.”

“We find that consulting with you is a more enjoyable process for us, as you're familiar with our requirements, isn’t that right, Doctor Zayne?"

Greyson’s sudden query left him unprepared. He sent his friend a quick warning glance before nodding, afraid that his carefully crafted pretense of nonchalance would slip away.

“Right, since everybody is here, should we start the meeting then?” the purchasing manager spoke when he finally put his phone down, not paying attention to the conversation as he was busy texting anyway. “Ms. Y/N, what new devices do you have for us?”

As Y/N started her presentation, Yvonne’s hushed words reached his ears, “Would you like some water, doctor?” The nurse’s hand appeared in his line of vision, handing him a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” he replied, making the mistake of looking into the nurse's eyes. Her perceptive gaze told him she knew how surprisingly affected he was by Y/N’s presence.

For once, he regretted instilling in those who work under him the importance of being observant of their surroundings.

Y/N’s fingers traced the rim of the glass, lost in the haunting cadence of the singer's voice.

The lady poured her heart into each note. Each lyric dripped with the bittersweet of longing, a testament to love that lingered just beyond reach.

“Pretty uneventful for a celebratory night, don’t you think?” The bartender—Ethan, she had learned his name—approached her again once the end of the workweek crowd had slowly dispersed.

“Perhaps,” she replied, “but it allows me to rearrange my thoughts.”

She had found unexpected companionship with the bartender, who had recognised her from the night her loose tongue had led her into a difficult situation with Zayne.

Despite its prime location at Moonshadow Avenue, the jazz bar remained a hidden gem, often overlooked by the bustling crowds.

It was the perfect place to enjoy some time alone outside the confines of her home, feeling it a little too empty lately.

“People normally do that within the privacy of their home,” he responded knowingly. There was a kindness in his eyes, a silent reassurance that she wasn't alone in her solitude.

She sent him a small smile and savored the final drop of the ruby-hued liquid. A delicate hint of orange zest, weaving through the complex herbaceous notes, warmed her body.

Ethan took the empty glass. “And that, ma’am, is the last glass for tonight.”

When he saw her let out a playful huff despite the buzz that she was feeling, he offered a gentle warning, “Negronis can sneak up on you quicker than you think. Wouldn't want you making any bad decisions now, would we?”

"Alright, dad." Y/N playfully rolled her eyes to his retreating figure, feeling grateful for his watchful care.

As the band moved on to another piece, she cast a look around the room. Couples were huddled together, allowing intimate conversations to blend with the somber tones of saxophones and pianos.

The warm, honeyed glow from antique lamps illuminated their faces, creating playful shadows dancing across their features. Every exchanged smile spoke volumes of love in a myriad of languages shared between them.

Feeling a churn inside her heart, she grabbed her purse, ready to call it a night.

“It’s on the house,” Ethan tutted after serving another patron.

“I had more than one glass tonight,” she warned and slid the card to him.

“If I ever undergo heart surgery at Akso—God forbid,” he knocked on the polished bar to ward off any bad luck. “I’ll make sure to thank you personally for the devices you sold to them.” With that, he slid the card back across the bar.

Y/N shook her head at his antics and handed him a generous trip instead. “Thank you, but just this once.”

“Anytime, milady,” he quipped, bowing dramatically. “Get home safely.”

She waved goodnight and stumbled a bit, the buzz from the drink intensifying as she rose from the stool. Ethan’s advice was spot on—any more drinks and she might have found herself spinning along with the room, tripping her way out the door.

The cool breeze of the spring night air hit her, a welcoming sensation that helped clear her head. Phone in hand, ready to order a ride, she thought she caught a whiff of a sterile smell, a scent that reminded her of the corridors at the hospital.

Heart racing, she looked up at the sound of a familiar voice softly uttering her name.

“Y/N?” he called out again as she blinked at him.

It was Zayne, still clad in the white shirt and light beige cotton vest combo he had worn earlier in the day, looking like he just finished his shift.

Though he had rolled up his sleeves, allowing the world to get a sight of his strong forearms.

A faint sigh slipped from his lips as he extended a finger in front of her face, moving it from left to right, checking to see if her eyes focused on it.

“You’ve been drinking more than I thought.”

“What are you doing here?” Y/N countered, not expecting to see him.

Those unmistakable hazel eyes peered down at her, before looking to the side, lost in contemplation.

“I need to see you. Figured you might have frequented this bar again and I was right.”

Her mouth opened and closed, mind racing on how to respond to that.

The lively younger crowd suddenly shifted, eager to migrate to a happening spot as the night was still young to them, and she found herself jolted into his embrace.

Apologies from a younger girl fell on deaf ears as her focus was captured by the arms securely wrapping around her figure.

“Let me drive you home.”

It wasn’t a question. The same words he had uttered the night she left his house echoed in her mind.

City lights blurred into a colorful haze, much like the first time she sank into the plush leather seat of his car, though her thigh felt empty.

The hand that had rested on it previously was gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to restrain itself. The silence between them was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he finally broke the silence when her apartment came into view.

Zayne turned off the engine and turned to face her. “But seeing that you’ve had some drinks, it’s probably better if we do this when you’re completely sober.”

“Meet me upstairs,” the words came rushing out of her mouth, surprising him and her both.

He looked into her eyes deeply. “Are you sure?”

She nodded swiftly and opened the car door, stepping out before she could second-guess her decision.

Upstairs, weary feet paced back and forth, the sound of footsteps echoing softly in the quiet apartment. Fresh breeze swept through the opened windows, bringing clarity to her mind.

Soon, there was a soft knock on the door, and her heart raced faster. She was met with the sight of him who had shed his vest and tie. That sure wasn’t helping her nerves as he somehow looked even more dashing than before.

She could feel his heat as he passed her. Suddenly, her apartment felt small with Zayne standing there, his presence filling the room.

“You have been busy,” he remarked when he saw the pile of papers stacked on her coffee table.

“I’m just trying to do more work to take my mind off…” she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Of you.

“Of what?” Zayne prompted. “Is everything okay?” He genuinely looked concerned, softening her towards him even more, if possible.

“Just a lot in my mind lately,” she opted to say.

He hmmed understandingly and they resorted to another silence. Feeling parched, she took a swig of the chilled water from her fridge, aware that his gaze was tracking her every move.

"I saw you hurriedly walking down the hospital corridor a couple of months back,” he said quietly, “avoiding me as if I were contagious."

And yet, she had done it again earlier in the morning. After successfully closing the deal with Akso, the businesswoman's confidence evaporated as their hands clasped in a shake.

The familiar hold of his hand ignited a surge of memories, memories where he had once gripped both of her wrists effortlessly, guiding her into moments of ecstasy.

It prompted her to hastily make an escape.

"I just...didn't know how to face you, and I didn’t want to make things more awkward between us."

His hand caught her chin, lifting her head that had hung low from embarrassment. Her breath caught, only noticing how those broad shoulders were closer than before.

“I’ve missed you.”

Doubt stealthily crept into her. “You mean the sex?”

“That’s a totally different context,” he clarified quickly, "I care about you. More than I've ever cared about anyone else. And it drives me crazy knowing that I have hurt you.

“You were right, it hadn’t been just a casual arrangement for some time," he admitted, voice tinged with fragility that she had heard sneaking in within the safe space of their pillow talks. “I’m a coward who thought that completely baring my soul to someone will only end in heartache.”

“Well, I have a soft spot for this particular person who dares to bare his soul.” Her smile was gentle, though he didn’t miss the mischief twinkling in her eyes. “Did you finally admit that it was more than physical or is my mind playing tricks on me, Doctor Zayne?”

A small chuckle escaped his lips. “Judging on your playful quip even when I’m being serious and…” His thumb brushed against her jugular, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her pulse beneath his touch. “…seeing that you’re responding even to the slightest touch, it seems that you’re fully alert right now.”

Smouldering gaze pinned her down to the spot. Their heads tilted closer, drawn by an irresistible magnetic pull.

“Though, I never refuted that I didn’t miss the physical aspect, did I?”

A surge of heat rushed through that one spot south of her body. “So, Mr. Coward, what’s your next brave move going to be?” her words came out in a breathless whisper.

With a barely audible exhale, he grabbed her by the back of the neck. Mouths moved in a passionate dance of need, their kisses growing more desperate with each passing second.

As they fought for oxygen, he withdrew, forehead touching hers. “Are you sure this is something you want? Right after we talk about things between us are more than just sex?”

“Didn’t you confirm I’m ‘fully alert’ earlier?”

She tugged on his collar, drawing him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. The fabric of her pencil skirt felt constricting as his skilled surgeon fingers toyed along the waistband.

“Do you have work tomorrow?” she managed to gasp out in between her moans, tilting her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck to his wandering lips further.

“No,” he replied, voice thick with a feral need.

Puffs of hot breath danced across her skin, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand proud. “Will you stay the night then?”

Full-blown dark irises locked onto hers, a sly curl exclusively reserved for her tugged at the corner of his lips

“I thought you’d never asked,” he breathed, before lightly nibbling on his favourite spot. The spot he knew would elicit the sweetest symphony from her lips.

Peppered purplish marks would for sure grace her neck for the next couple of days. And perhaps a few other places on her body too.

#ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐱𝐞𝐩𝐡'𝐬 writing nook #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x y/n #love and deepspace x you #zayne #zayne x reader #zayne x y/n #zayne x you #suggestive

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rubra-wav · 2 months

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Entry #7 : Vox and Blackouts, Connection, etc.

A/N / Disclaimer : Fanfic is fanfic, and people are allowed to make things as OOC or just in their own image as possible, so I'm not shitting on that at all. Everyone has the right to make whatever tf they want and explore concepts and stuff.

This is just me vomiting ideas that have been plaguing me for a while.

If I'm proven wrong by the show, then I'll eat my hat and apologise for this one, but for now I'm trying to think about this stuff like - as logically in the frame of what's canon as possible.

It's funny to say that when this is the topic but yeah haha 💀

Ah yes, theorising about the goddamn TV Man again.

Cw: SFW to NSFW/18+ (below cut)

- So, let's establish some things before I begin to truly dig into this haha.

- Vox is not wireless, and thus does not get effected by things that are not directly connected to him. This is seen with him directly plugging into his set-up before being able to control all the TV's and devices connected to the main-frame.

- This would most likely mean that when the whole system goes down, he isn't affected by it and vice versa if he's not directly plugged into it. So yeah- if he blue screens or glitches out like he does just casually while not plugged in, then the whole city most likely would not blackout.

- An anon asked me about whether he would just go offline if the WiFi was down or if he would be just fine and yeah - he'd be just fine if he wasn't plugged in. If he was, however, then he'd most likely lose reception. He'd probably blackout/shut down.

- For an example: if he's plugged in and it's storming outside and lightning hits the main tower, then he'd probably be pretty injured because his system would be fine. But if he wasn't plugged in he'd be absolutely fine.

- I also could see his face dropping to low resolution and voice doing the blocky-glitchy thing audio over calls does if he's plugged into the system and the reception goes to absolute shit.

- Think 180p quality display and audio Vox lmao.

(Here's the other post as well)

- Having said all that, I also don't think that there wouldn't be any effect at all on surrounding technology if he starts glitching out.

- If he's near things like phones, laptops, lights, etc. Etc. He'd likely effect them, but on a way smaller scale then what most people seem to write about.

I'm gonna start going into directly NSFW below the cut

- So yeah, if you're just casually fucking Vox really hard and he starts glitching or goes to the point of bluescreening while coming, the whole of Pentagram city isn't going to experience a blackout because he's not plugged into the system.

- However

- He would most likely start effecting the direct surrounding technology.

- Think lights blinking on and off or getting brighter and then dimmer to the pace you're screwing him at. Think surrounding devices turning on and off.

- Think light bulbs and phones and clocks in the room - anything electrical or running on batteries - exploding into shattered bulbs, being destroyed, getting fried, etc. When he comes.

- Bro basically starts doing what ghosts/poltergeists start doing to mess with people lmao.

- The trope of him causing whole city-wide blackouts when hes fucked so hard is funny as hell in theory, but going off of canon that wouldn't happen that way.

- And maybe you're saying 'okay - but what if Vox is plugged into the system' That would also not happen.

- Yes, if you did screw him into bluescreening while he's hooked up to everything then yes it would most likely happen.

- but, it goes against literally everything we know about Vox to have that ever happen.

- He is all about appearances and looking perfect 365 days 24/7 to the public.

- I keep seeing these fics where that happens and he's all embarrassed and cute about it, but if that ever happened with what we know about canon Vox he'd be mortified and fucking pissed as all hell around it.

- I feel like if you're in a relationship with Vox, the first thing he'd make abundantly clear is how important his image is to him.

- So if reader was riling him up in his office while he's around all the machines and stuff or actually directly plugged in - he wouldn't be going 'no, stop it' as a kind of bratty thing, he'd be seriously telling you to stop.

- Like, to push him to causing a city-wide blackout by having sex would absolutely in my mind based on all we know about Vox; be violating his boundaries to one of the highest degrees there are.

- His public image is everything, and you would be let know that from day one. Hell, dude would probably jeaprodise/push your relationship to the side if it fucked up his image. Thats how important it is to him. The boundaries around doing something to fuck his image up would be set in stone from the second you enter his life.

- So doing that and causing that to happen wouldn't really be?? Like the cute fanfiction trope it is, he'd be rightfully angry as fuck that that's happened because it's what not to do 101 to not screw up his image.

- The 'blackout' you'd be able to cause and not have him absolutely hating you afterwards would be with your house, hotel room or wherever you're doing the do.

I'm way too passionate about this, i know, but like I see it so frequently, and it just makes like absolutely no sense to me at all, haha. I liked it the first time i saw it but after actually thinking about it I just find myself raising my brows and cringing each time I see it in fanfics because it just feels inaccurate asf 😭

#hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #vox x reader #vox #vox smut #again #im passionate here about this but im not bashing the trope #people can make what they want and im not gonna tell them not to do so!#these are my thoughts and opinions upon this though because i love him too damn much 😭#and when i see certain things that are reverberating in the fanfic section of the community i go a little hmm #just food for thought

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sillybucket · 10 months

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Hii 💜

I'm really sorry if I've freaked you out by liking all your posts, I've just really really enjoyed your writing. The Angst had me by a choke hold.

If at all possible would you be interested in writing a piece where gn reader has a nightmare about losing Spot (because maybe they are concerned that Spiderman will take him away or something idk😭I'm bad at explaining I've never done an ask before I'm sorry.)

If you are willing to do this feel free to ask me more questions. I'm really sorry again for not giving more details 🙈Thank you! 💜

Aa - thank you so much for all the support , you’re so kind :,D ❣️❣️ Your writing idea was so neat I immediately rushed to write it as soon as I woke up , I’m always up to do more Spot content :D

I apologize for possible ooc moments in the story , I really hope I did your idea justice !

Can’t lose you { Jonathan Ohnn/Spot x g/n reader }

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : there is a bit of angst at the start , with the reader being scared for Jonathan’s life during their nightmare , but other than that it’s just fluff :) ❤️

🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 .

“Johnny ?”

(Y/n) walked around the apartment , feeling more and more puzzled as they checked the bedroom once again .

“Where are you ?”

They had already looked for him all around their little house , but it didn’t seem like he was nowhere to be found …

Could he have gone looking for more materials for his experiments perhaps ?

And if so , why didn’t he tell them about it ?

It seemed very strange of their partner to just walk away like that without a word …

But maybe they were worrying too much .

As (y/n) moved the window’s curtain to look outside , meditating on trying to call Jonathan or maybe send him a text , their eyes widened :

the sky … it was full of black portals , constantly disappearing and appearing in another spot , and … was it their impression or there were webs covering all the nearby buildings ?

(Y/n) shivered at that uncanny sight , and they were about to focus on trying to find out where Jonathan went once more , when suddenly …

“Johnny !?”

Yes , that was him , just outside !

He was jumping from portal to portal , followed by an ominous looking black and red figure …

They immediately recognized him from the symbol on his suit .

“Spiderman …”

They narrowed their eyes while rushing to grab their coat :

they weren’t going to let him harm their Jonathan again , not now that he was starting to build a new life for himself , that was not gonna happen .

(Y/n) ran out of the apartment and chased after the two as fast as they leg could muster , realizing that the streets were completely empty …

But why ?

Something about that whole situation was very wrong …

But they didn’t have time to think about that , saving their partner was their priority now .

As they reached the old Alchemax lab with the destroyed Collider ( which was also odd , considering it was on the other side of New York … how did they get there so fast ? ) , a massive explosion sent (y/n) flying backwards , hitting the ground with their back as a deafening ring filled their ears .

They slowly got up , finding it rather difficult given how dizzy they felt , and as they looked forward an amalgamation of portals and dark matter was towering over them , but Jonathan was nowhere to be seen …

Spiderman was right next to them , staring at the portals without moving a muscle .

Everything about him seemed very uncharacteristic … he hadn’t said a single joke like he usually did when fighting against someone , he was just … still , like a statue .

“Where is he ? Where is Jonathan ?”

, (y/n) asked , the tension beginning to rise …

A horrible thought had just made its way into their mind , but they were refusing to even consider that possibility .

Spiderman didn’t reply , he simply pointed to the darkness in front of them with one finger , and when (y/n) carefully stepped forward to look at it closely the truth finally hit them …

That was what was left of their partner .

He was …

gone .

Tears begun to fill their eyes and they collapsed to their knees , trying to control their frantic breathing .

“How could you …”

(Y/n) looked back at Spiderman , a hatred they had never felt before for anyone overwhelming every fiber of their body …

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS !?”

Their scream echoed all over the ruined lab , as well as (y/n)’s desperate sobs and cries .

This couldn’t be happening … it just wasn’t possible …

“No nono no … please come back p-please I need you Johnny … how can I … how am I supposed to keep on living … when … when you’re not …”

Tears fell down on the metal floor , they had never felt that lonely and hopeless … their heart felt like it was tearing apart …

…

….

……

(Y/n) gasped , finding themselves sitting on their living room’s couch .

Their heart was still beating fast , and when they passed one hand on their face they realized that their cheeks were wet : they had been crying …

They took a deep shaky breath , slowly getting up while looking around the apartment and praying that he would be there …

When the door opened revealing Jonathan’s tall silhouette a sigh of relief escaped their mouth , and (y/n) watched him walk inside with a weak smile on their face :

they were so happy …

“Hey honey , I’m back ! Sorry , it took a while to gather some materials I had left back at my old hiding place , but now everything should be ready to start some tests on -“

Jonathan instantly stopped talking as (y/n) wrapped their arms around him , holding him in their arms like he had been gone for weeks .

“Woah hey , you okay ? Did something happen ?”

, he worriedly asked while putting down the machinery he was holding on the nearby table to gently hug them back .

“N-no … no , it’s fine , I’m fine Johnny , I just …”

A little sniffle escaped their mouth , and (y/n) wiped their eyes with one hand while trying to keep their voice from shaking .

“I had a nightmare about … losing you , like , for good , and it felt so real … I’m just … so happy to see you , to see you’re okay …”

Jonathan looked down at his partner’s teary eyes , stroking their humid cheeks with his hands while speaking with a soft , calming voice .

“(Y/n) … my sweet (y/n) , there’s no way I’m ever going to leave your side .

You’re the person I care about most in the entire world , I’d never forgive myself if I abandoned you .”

He picked them up from the floor , walking back to the couch and sitting down while positioning them on his lap .

“I know what I’m doing is dangerous , but I’m not going to let anything happen to me , and I promise I’ll be careful to not let the police or that Spiderman catch me , you have my word .”

(Y/n) leaned on Jonathan’s chest , looking up at his blank face while listening to him : the way he spoke to them so gently had already managed to calm them down , and they could feel their tensed body relaxing more and more …

“Okay … thank you Johnny , sorry for making you worry .”

He smiled in response , holding them close to him while caressing their back , now more determined than ever to make his partner feel safe .

“You don’t have to apologize , (y/n) … just know that no matter what happens , I’ll be with you .”

(Y/n) took a deep breath , the comforting feeling of Jonathan being right there , so close to them , making them forget about their fears .

As long as the two of them were together , everything was going to be just fine , and they were going to make sure that nothing bad would happen to their beloved partner :

no one was going take him away from them .

🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 . ⚫️ . 🕸 .

Thank you for reading this little story until the end , I hope I got everything right ! Feel free to leave some feedback if you want :) ❤️

#across the spiderverse #atsv x you #atsv the spot #across the spiderverse x reader #the spot x reader #the spot #jonathan ohnn x reader #johnathan ohnn #the spot atsv #atsv

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lavender-radio · 8 months

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. . . going live in 🔴 🟡 🟢 . . .

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‣ Hello first-time listeners! I'm Zee, your host, broadcasting to you from Kanto Radio Tower in lil old Lavender Town. Tune in every night for scary theories, ghost sightings, and general Lav Town events.

Struggling with Rotoms possessing all your appliances? Need advice on caring for a ghost friend on your team? Having trouble sleeping due to mysterious and menacing spectres tormenting you in the night? Just visit our Rotomblr and leave us a message! 👻

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Team Info

‣ DJ Thunder Wave ▹Rotom. Powers the sound system. Also responds to "Volume Warning" ‣ Tripod ▹Jolteon. Likes to be chased. Named that as a joke but it stuck. ‣ Glowstick ▹Umbreon. Resident ghost (and Tripod) wrangler. ‣ Neon/Neo ▹Luxray. Old, gray, five time champion of the Lav Town fluffiest mane contest. ‣ Disco ✦ ▹Flaafy. Pink! Fluffy! Light of my life! Second place winner of the Lav Town fluffiest mane contest. *There were only two applicants ‣ Shortbread ▹Gengar. World's smallest ghoul (NOT clickbait)

OOC Info

This is an in character blog wherein i pretend to be a character in the pokemon universe, so blanket unreality warning

Both Zenon and myself are adults. The blog itself will be pg-13 (for occasional swearing or discussion of things that would not be discussed in the games or anime but are otherwise safe for work. browse at your own discretion im not your dad etc etc)

That said if you want me to tag anything specific just let me know!

uuuuuh come say hi or send me an ask i will love yu forever <3

Tags

#radio rambling - zenon just regular blog posting/chatting outside of the show #radio transcript - transcripts of the radio show, mostly meant to portray little snippets of what is meant to be a longer, nightly broadcast #radio replies - replies to asks/submissions

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #new character ref to replace my old pinned post hehehe #Anywayyy I'm gonna start being more active now :3 #I'm so normal abt this character #just want to draw them in outfits!!

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newwavenosferatu · 6 months

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So here's an OOC post about some of the setting changes I made for my own WoD games, as I combined some 5th edition lore with majority v20 stuff.

- SchreckNet is still around! If you know me you know I love SchreckNet, and it while it getting compromised is a good metaplot development, I want to use SchreckNet in my games. The newest version, SchreckNet 3.0 uses a sort of VPN type deal. It's kinda like a reddit-radio combo where people go to different "tunnels" (channels/subreddits) where they get information uploaded in time sensitive transmissions. Most of these fade after a couple of days, and all tunnels are heavily watched and surveilled. It's a Nossie only deal right now, with some Nossies acting/posting on behalf of other clans.

-Hecata is a mini-sect, not a clan. Many members of the "necromantic" clans and bloodlines have joined together in a very volatile alliance for strength and protection. I know this is pretty much just v5 but I want to get rid of the idea that they are a clan in their own right, as I think them being a sect that some deathly Kindred join, but not all. There's still independent Giovanni for example

-Beckoning and Gehenna War are dialed back a lot. Not nonexistent but there are still plenty of elders and even older generations around. Many used the Beckoning as a clever disguise to advance their schemes, move to new territory, etc. Gehenna War skirmishes are happening around the world, not just in East Asia

-Sabbat is still around in plenty of places, if now being a bit more secretive in their operations.

-Many Anarchs still viewed by Cam as an unruly group population of their population, not their own sect. In many places, Anarchs are more of a problem for the Ivory Tower than Sabbat packs or other outsiders .Many Anarchs have also established their own small, but heavily defended Baronies nearby or even within Cam territories.

-WoD Orientalism and other Problems. Probably gonna be the part some people don't like, but I don't care. I'm not interested in perpetuating harmful, misinformed views of other cultures, in life or in my games.I love WoD and it's games, but it had some horrible ideas that are still haunting the modern iteration of the games. Frankly, The Banu Haqim, Ministry, and Ravnos are just stereotypes-as-clans. They have been partially improved, but it's very hard to distance them from their initial versions. I will eventually be doing a major rewrite for these clans to remove the more unsavory bits . This goes for other WoD games too however. I think the lore changes to W5 were mostly positive. However, the majority of the tribes are based on a weird understanding of culture and ethnicity which in removing that, which is in my opinion is a good step, did kind of leave the clans feeling a little "samey". It's not that there can't or shouldn't be a wide array of cultures that our splats are a part of, the exact opposite is true. But to have so many of these clans/tribes/etc being rooted in only stereotypes just doesn't . For example, only about 30% of Get fell to Hauglosk. The ones that fell were the worst of the tribe, and now the main tribe don't have any fashy undertones, basically just Klingon Garou, which is what I always saw them as. Ministry are probably going to be focused on a fictional vampiric deity rather than a real world one, and not be as connected to ancient Egyptian mythology. It's sometimes a thin line between talking inspiration from other cultures and appropriating them in the most stereotypical ways but that's no excuse for doing some research and treating other cultures with respect . Banu Haqim being focused on justice is an improvement from them being just foreign assassins, but I feel like it still comes from a weird understanding of Islam and its laws and traditions. Ravnos are perhaps the hardest to separate from their cultural "influences" (in quotes because it's one of the worst most basic stereotype of GRT people I've ever seen). Even getting rid of the travelling element that makes the stereotypical association undeniable and keeping them as a sneaky clan ruling from the shadows is just as offensive and backwards.

#ooc #ooc post #vtm #wod #world of darkness #vampire the masquerade #worldbuilding #wod worldbuilding

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spotofmummery · 4 months

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OOC: State of Mummery 2023

On the eve of Amon’s Nameday (tomorrow), I just wanted to take a moment to talk about Spot of Mummery, my creative endeavors (rather the lack of), a bit about what’s happening IRL, and what I’d like to do more of in 2024.

Feel free to take a peek into my life if you wish, below the cut. Your suggestions are always welcome!

I want to start this with a disclaimer – I’m going to talk about difficult things that I don’t normally address here, but I am doing okay. I’ve learned how to work through many difficulties the last couple of years, and this is not a post of lament.

Some might know that I lost my father unexpectedly right before Christmas last year.

Most don’t know that for the last couple of years (and right now currently), I’m also dealing with unexplained chest pain on and off through the year. My heart was checked this past year, and that was all fine. It’s undiagnosed, but I’m thinking (and the cardiologist also thinks) it’s a form of inflammation. The pain I can deal with, the worry about “what is this?” is a bit more troublesome.

All this is to say, I haven’t been very creative in 2023.

During NaNoWriMo of 2022, I finally wrote Amon’s triumphant return to Syrcus Tower in the First, as I’ve wanted to for years. But then, my Dad passed, and it took months for me to finish editing and posting all that writing. I did finally get it done, but my focus was other places, obviously.

In 2023, I haven’t written a word for Amon’s story outside of the Choose Amon’s Adventures (which I’d like to get started up again, maybe) and his silly adventures on Island Sanctuary (which I need to complete with the newest content for the last patch).

My RP interactions here have been little to none. My energy for attending in game events has been low.

I did organize my own event around the NA fanfest, and that went great, actually! Thanks to all who attended!

But aside from that, Lunarcon, and a few small art parties, I’ve kept to myself a lot this year. In fact, my game time in FFXIV is probably an all-time low – and that’s not because I’ve fallen out of love with the game.

On a positive note, the whole fiasco at Twitter/X brought me back to this Tumblr account full-time. I was already moving this direction, but now I’m here primarily. I do have a Pillowfort and a Blue Sky account for Amon, but Tumblr is my main gig.

I’m not exactly sure where I’m going with all this, other than to just note that my creativity and interaction has not been up to snuff this year. I’d love to say something like, “My resolution for next year is to knock it out of the park!” – but the reality is, I’m not sure what I can commit to just yet.

I think what I'd like most of all to start by getting back into enjoying time spent in game with Amon again, for one. Not that I dislike time spent with Amon, just that I recognize that it’s not got that spark that once motivated me (probably user error).

To be fair, though, I haven’t been spending a lot of time with any of my characters in game like I used to. So, it’s not just Amon.

If you’ve gone through a time where you needed to reconnect with your OCs, let me know how that turned out and what you did. I’m open to suggestions!

And if you’ve read all the way here to the end, thanks for listening. You are appreciated, friend! <3

#IRL #Creative struggles #Feedback welcome #Thanks for listening

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ask-the-totally-real-peppino · 1 year

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Quick Info

Current Location: Peppino's Pizza (By the forest outside the building)

Available for Asks

Primary: Fake Peppino (Goes by 'Pep')

Secondary: Brick (the Rat),

Read the story from the beginning here!: [https://ask-the-totally-real-peppino.tumblr.com/tagged/story%20post/chrono]

Read the intermission from the beginning here!: [https://ask-the-totally-real-peppino.tumblr.com/tagged/intermission%20post/chrono]

Read the bonus story posts here! (Bonus story posts are self-contained stories, typically celebrating a special occasion or showing a past/future event, that occur within the canon of the story, but are not direct continuations of the main plot line.): [https://ask-the-totally-real-peppino.tumblr.com/tagged/bonus%20story%20post/chrono]

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Reference Pit

(References for all characters that have appeared, regardless if they are available for asks or not. These are also tagged as 'reference' for easy finding.)

Pep (Fake Peppino) - (Toyhou.se Version)

Peppino Spaghetti (ref pending)

Gustavo (ref pending)

Brick the Rat (ref pending)

??? (ref pending)

Bean (the mod)

Fake Bean (the fake mod)

Clone OCs (Toyhou.se Link)

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Hello, and welcome to my ask blog! Primarily featuring Fake Peppino, but many of the other Pizza Tower characters and definitely some OCs will appear here too!

This is post-game, so spoilers are abound! Also, due to the nature of Fake Peppino, there will be a lot of body horror, ranging from mainly mild to occasionally severe! (More on content warnings below!)

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Rules

M!A (Magic Anons) are allowed! This can range from sending small gifts to transforming characters for a set amount of posts!

Fanart is a-okay! Please try to represent the character the best you can, and ask before making significant design changes (such as a 'Genderbend' or 'Species Swap')

Dubbing of my work is okay! Just be sure to credit and link back to me!

No Sexual Content in asks (The occasional innuendo/suggestive joke is fine)

No sending or tagging me in RP starters (this is not an RP blog and I do not RP in private either!)

No spam, such as repeated messages, reblog bait/ask chains etc

Please do not repost, trace or edit my art (unless given written permission)

Please do not use my art/characters in A.I. chatbots etc

Please do not tag my art as 'kin/me' (Nothing against kin! Just my art is very personal to me)

Please be patient! I am only one person, and I am doing this for fun!

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Content Warnings

While I intend for this blog to mostly be fluffy and silly fun, I do want to explore some potentially squicky topics, so here is a list!

Common, will not be tagged: Mild Body Horror (ie Pep's goopy skin etc), Scars, Foul Language, Depictions of Panic Attacks/Meltdowns, Use of Caps and Glitched/Zalgo text

Uncommon, will be tagged: Eye Strain, Alcohol Use, Smoking (mostly regular cigarettes, but maybe weed too), Partial Nudity (bare chests mostly), Emetophobia/Vomit, Blood, Violence, Moderate to Severe Body Horror, War (via Peppino flashbacks), Guns, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied Gore, Implied Cannibalism, Implied Death

Rare, will be tagged, and under a read-more cut: Suggestive jokes, On Screen Gore, On Screen Cannibalism, On Screen Death

Not a content warning, but make a lot of OOC posts bc I have a lot of thoughts! These will all be tagged with 'ooc post', if you don't wanna see them! (But some do have lore in themmmm)

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About Mun

Hi! You guys can call me Bean, Ben or Ruben! I use they/them, and I’m 27. Pizza Tower has taken over my little brain, and so I made this blog to be a bit silly with my favourite character, Fake Peppino~

Main Blog: @smalltimidbean-reblogs (semi-active) (Follows are from this blog!)

Art Blog: @smalltimidbean (active)

#info #rules #pinned #about #reference

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nyxthejinx · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 - 𝐏𝐭.𝟏

𝐒𝐲𝐧��𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: The harbingers dealing with a kiddo but it's actually a funny sight.

𝐅𝐭.: Pierro & Capitano (on crack, a bit ooc)

A/N: These headcanons can adapt to a more general context, but some parts will be about things I specified in THIS post about a project I'm working on, check it out if you’re interested, or curious about this "curse" I'm speaking of. 👀 + omg gotta split this cause I’m having too much fun and it’s long bye.

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Alright, big scary old man.

Ngl he gives me a bit of Silco vibes, for those who watched Arcane. Stoic outside, soft inside. I can see him as someone who doesn’t bat an eye even at chaotic situations, mostly because no one dares disobey him or anything like that, a glare of his and everything goes quiet.

Not you apparently. Lmao F in chat for this guy who has to deal with you.

No well, the curse won’t start eroding for a few years, so 4-11 y/o you will be a typical curious but quiet kid for the time being. Though it doesn’t mean you won’t stir up trouble. You know they can’t lay a finger on you, so you just do whatever you want and expect them to follow around without complain. Even the great Jester.

He spends most of his time behind a desk, despite being the strongest, hence you don’t really seek his boring office out unless there’s something you need or want to ask.

He’s not even pissed when you rant while he’s doing paperwork, he’ll entertain a full ass conversation without lifting his eyes or stopping the movements of his hand. He’s that patient. And wise too, he’s seen so much in his life prob.

You usually stay with him when something upset you. Whether you need advice or just someone who will listen until you’re done, he’s here -mostly because he can’t outright kick you out, but also cause he doesn’t mind.

If someone is foolish enough to do you wrong he won't uh, slaughter them, but rather make a mental note to check their nominative later and confront them peacefully.

Aka tower over them with his usual glacial aura and let them know they're walking on thin ice.

Not big on physical contact, just a couple of headpats if you do something right. Carries you to bed when you fall asleep somewhere in his office.

Will lend you some books if you’re getting bored, even help you with words you don’t know.

If you're gonna be a Harbinger (the main reason why the Tsaritsa took you in, for sure) you need to be cultured and an expert in different fields. Low-key makes it his mission to hone your already sharp mind. He feels like it's his duty, though no one ordered him to do so.

MIGHT spill some bedtime stories. Just expect a lot of violence and philosophical depth. Don't worry, he'll cut out/soften the most gruesome parts.

Overall understanding and willing to help. His advices are top notch cause he doesn't give you the solution, but rather teaches you how to reach it with the tools you have.

Give it some time to learn his indirect language and he'll go from "zero degrees cold" to "warm blanket around your shoulders during winter" warmth.

9/10 recommended grandpa.

𝐈𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧

This guy, what to say about this guy

From what Viktor says in his dialogue, I can picture him as a fair person.

Gives credit where’s due, treats well his subordinates. Calm, collected, serious. Kind of like Pierro, but I feel like he could be more vocal and less stoic.

He’s strong. Duh. Of course. And busy as hell too, given his position as captain.

So he’s never around because of it, not even when new recruits could use some of his experience. Childe says he doesn’t pay any attention to those who are weaker than him, so you’re even further out of reach.

Can’t see you. Literally, you’re too short.

You’ve probably seen him fight against people he deemed worthy and, yes it was breath-taking.

He’s not someone who basks in his enemy’s blood, he’s someone who dances with them, keeps them on their toes and then cuts thru like a gust of wind.

The Tsaritsa eventually asked him to train you a bit once you became old enough to handle weapons, and from what you could see -very little- he didn’t look content, nor bothered.

You, on the other hand, were happy. Until he showed you that no, just because you’re the Tsaritsa’s child he won’t go easy on you.

It’s not that he’s extremely violent or anything, he does his best to calibrate his strength and follow you step by step, but his stamina is like a thousand times higher than yours and forgets about this most of the time. Will "look" at you confused when you lay on the ground, wheezing, after barely two hours of training.

Struggles a bit when it comes to explain a technique verbally, as he’s not used to fly low and overall teach, but you’re quick and observing his perfect poses and movements is enough to get the job done.

As time goes by he’ll grow more comfortable in his teacher role. He’d have almost fun sparring with you, and would be secretly proud when he barely escapes one of your new, original moves. Gives you headpats too, but what you really cherish is when he reaches out after kicking your ass again and offers his hand to pull you up from the dirty floor.

You’ve never seen him doing it with anyone he’s defeated. EVER.

He’s more like a proud brother sob, that brother who pats your shoulder and sends you flying into the wall /hj

When the curse starts to hinder you physically but you still insist on fighting, he’ll either swoop your ass and threaten to call the Tsaritsa or literally drag all your way thru the HQ to your room.

Poor man is worried :( But when you start to discover the powers that come with this same curse he’ll help you out at the best of his expertise.

Don’t ever tell him if someone’s pestering you.

Ever.

It won’t be a bloodbath, no. It’ll be EMBARRASSING.

He’s married to the idea that honour comes first and foremost, and he's willing to pull out his 25 slides long PowerPoint to prove how wrong the person's behaviour is.

Just make good use of his teaching and punch the guy's jaw till they can't speak.

Yeah.

Another harbinger you can't really see thru unless you've spent a long time in his company

Don't let his lack of perception kill you, cause he won't realise you're about to melt in your own sweat.

Incapable of being angry. Literally seems too level headed for it. Worst case scenario he'll give you the cold shoulder till he gets the opportunity to clean the floor with your face.

7/10 good brother figure

BROO THIS TOOK ME FOREVER and it's only the first two. But my perfectionist ass can never let it be 🥲 hopefully this will give me the right charge to start the fic fr lmao. Also, lemme know if there are typos, checked this 420 times and still don't trust myself lol

#Genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #pierro x reader #pierro #genshin pierro #capitano x reader #capitano #genshin capitano #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #gn reader #fatui harbingers #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x reader #| Genshin Impact 🌓 |#| Nyx Writes 🌑 |

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thin-man-abridged · 10 months

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H̷͔͝E̷̦͋Ỳ̷̳!

What are you doing here? How did you get inside the signal tower without me knowing?!

Well, as long as you're trapped here too, there are some rules to this place...

Rules:

•Mun will preface out of character posts/interactions with [OOC].

•Mun is a 28 year old adult, but NSFW will not be tolerated outside of jokes, as Little Nightmares has lots of younger fans.

•Mun has not roleplayed in years and is sort of shy, so if I don't reply to you quickly it's because I am anxious, not because of something you did.

•Mun is a trans man so TERFs or transphobes will not be interacted with or tolerated.

•This blog may use headcanons about this character, so be aware if you see anything that wasn't in the game.

•If you have not played Little Nightmares 2, or any of the other games, there will DEFINITELY be spoilers for them, so I recommend you play the game before you read this blog if you haven't already!

•When Thin Man wants to be threatening or he's angry, he will speak in glitchy text, because it sounds like static in my brain---> E̶̘͘x̸̱̒a̷̬̕m̸͚͆p̷̮̊l̷͓̈ȩ̵̓

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares roleplay #thin man #little nightmares thin man #rules #[ooc]

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m34gs · 11 months

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Treasure You

Just a quick Twisted Wonderland AU scene that came to my head. I don't know if I'll ever actually use it in a fic but I wanted to share it, so here it is!

Pairing: Kalim x Idia

Word Count: approx. 1000

Idia is a bit OOC in this one, but I enjoyed writing him like this.

Treasure…it was supposed to be treasure. But there was none to be found. Almost nothing of monetary value even in the room, and yet he stood…transfixed.

Kalim could not help but gaze in wonder. Skin as pale as snow itself. Hair as blue as the sky on a clear day. Lips a deathly indigo. The figure was silent and still, far too still to be alive. And yet, no stench of death. No sign of decay. Something pulled at him to come closer.

He stepped toward the bed. It was silent but for the eerie wind whistling outside the abandoned tower. The sole resident lay on the bed before him. Ebony roses rested in their hands, positioned to clasp gently on the stomach. Kalim barely dared to breathe as he approached…as if his very presence could disturb the eerily beautiful scene.

Man? Woman? He was not sure. Only that they were incredibly beautiful…and that he wanted both to watch them forever from afar, and also to touch the porcelain skin.

Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, decorating every wall, but none touched the figure on the bed. Kalim brushed one out of his way, shaking it off his hand and rubbing it’s traces out of his white hair. He stumbled closer to the bed, not fully aware of his surroundings, his eyes glued to the beautiful person who lay there. Could they even be called a person, He wondered. Surely not, when such ethereal beauty radiated off of them. But did he have a better word?...angel, perhaps…

He lowered himself so he was kneeling next to the bed now, the top of the mattress at chest height. A fresh fragrance wafted up from the roses and Kalim sighed softly.

With one hand, he reached out and gently touched the angel’s hair. It was soft, silky. Kalim hummed gently to himself and brushed a stray strand out of the stranger’s face. Their skin was smooth and he could not help but let his slightly roughened fingers linger on it.

A gust of wind rattled the windows. Kalim yanked his hand back, eyes wide. The window shutter gave and swung inward. The wind hissed through the room, stirring the drapes pinned around the four-post bed and tugging at the bedding until, with what almost sounded like a sigh, it found the one it was looking for. He watched with wide eyes as the chest of the figure rose for the first time since he’d stepped into the room. Eyelids fluttered open, revealing piercing gold eyes. Kalim met the stranger’s gaze and felt as though his own breath had been stolen away.

The figure shifted and sat up, roses still in his hand. “Is it time to go?” the words were whispered, the voice rather masculine but not croaking, as if they hadn’t been asleep at all.

Kalim’s brain whirred. He didn’t register the question at first, and instead led with one of his own. “Are you…an angel…or human?”

The figure tilted their head. “I am a man,” he replied in a steady, soft tone. Then, he repeated, “Is it time to go?”

Kalim blinked. He looked at the open window, where he could see dark grey and purple clouds gathering. A storm on the way. He turned his gaze back to the man. “I…suppose it is,” Kalim answered. How can he be so calm when I, a stranger, just woke him? He wondered.

As if he could hear the words inside Kalim’s head, the stranger stated, “I knew you would come for me. My brother saw it. He left me here to wait.”

The left more questions than it answered, but from the stranger’s matter-of-fact tone, it didn’t seem he would be elaborating. At least, not now. “…what’s your name?” Kalim asked.

The strange man regarded him as he stood. “Isn’t the rule that you introduce yourself first?” he asked, his golden eyes glittering with an unreadable emotion.

Kalim felt his cheeks heat up. “Ri-right. I’m Kalim. Kalim Al-Asim. You are?” he replied as he held out his hand.

The other man looked at his outstretched hand. “Idia Shroud,” he answered as he took Kalim’s hand. Kalim pulled him gently closer.

“Idia,” he echoed. Idia’s cheeks turned a slight pink, a healthy glow to his skin that hadn’t been there when he lay in the bed. Kalim found it made him even prettier. He realized he was staring after a few moments, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “C-come on, then.”

Idia clutched his bouquet of black roses. Kalim led him from the room, down the stairs, to the tower entrance. He opened the door and cool daylight spilled in, grey from the clouds blocking the sun. It was here that Idia paused. His shimmering gold eyes were wide and fixed on the world outside. Barely perceptible, a shiver ran through his body.

Kalim tilted his head. “Idia?” The other’s gaze snapped to him immediately, so intent, so focused it nearly made Kalim duck his head with shyness. Instead, he turned to look outside. “H-how long…how long were you waiting?”

Idia wet his lips before answering. “Centuries.”

Kalim blinked. “But…the roses,” he pointed out.

Idia looked at the bouquet, the one he still held firmly. “They were a gift. From my brother,” he replied quietly. Kalim supposed if the brother could keep Idia alive for centuries, then perhaps roses were no problem.

Kalim squeezed Idia’s hand gently. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll be out there with you,” he promised. Idia looked at him again, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“That would be…nice,” was all he said, but it was all he needed to say. He followed Kalim outside. Once out, he did pause again, only to turn and rest the roses on the ground against the closed door.

Kalim led him away from the tower to a horse nearby. Black as night, with a white star on its forehead, it snorted gently as they approached. It would take them away, far away. It would take them home.

Perhaps Kalim had found a treasure after all.

#twisted wonderland #alternate universe #kalim al asim #idia shroud #Kalim x Idia #kalim/idia #fanfic #meags writing

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theeviltapdancingwizard · 4 months

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HM? YOU STUMBLE UPON THE TOWER?

Well, viewing is permitted! Silently.

Slip a letter into the mailbox, or enter if you dare... Just check with the cats outside first. Give one a smooth, a purr for permission and a hiss for eviction!

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Here, here's your keys!(Tags) #wizard oc, my ocs, oc blog, oc rp blog, silly oc - Just the ones I tag about each post with.

#wizards got letters!!! - For when I answer an ask!

#why the fuck is the wizard reblogging - When I do something that includes reblogging.

#nahh why the wizard be roleplaying - For when I somehow end up with a roleplay. Fun!

#announcer answers - For when my assistant is included in a letter, whether he dominates the post or not. He writes in green and [[these]]!

#the twink that i love - Posts with Mortimer included! Yay!

#anything with "ooc" in it, or in orange - Out of character stuff.

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Now, I honestly hesitated putting this in, but here's how to refer to me.... (and the weirdo that watches over me??)

THE WIZARD!! > Names: The Wizard, Wizard, and for special people, Tobias. > I am a he, and a they. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [[The Announcer]] [ We are a singular person but for clarification - and because Tobias forced us to write this - we refer to ourselves as "we" because it sounds cool. [ We use he and xe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ said twink

im mortimer :-) he/him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ( The Bastard behind this blog! )

Call me Bive, or Smiler, or Dexter! Or Simon, that works too.

I use it/joy/they/he. My neos are used like this:

He = Joy

Him = Joy

His = Joys

Himself = Joyself

My main blog is @cloudxxiii ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~STAY AWAY!! (Do Not Interact list)

Exclusionists!! This user uses a xenogender, neurogender and neopronouns!!

Typical DNI criteria (pedophiles, zoophiles, problematic people, proshippers, etc)

The person behind this blog is a fucking child. If you've got explicitly NSFW stuff to say, then don't. If you wanna spam my mailbox with the word "dick" that's fine, but don't give me your smut fanfiction or ask for ERP!! My ass is NOT doing that!!

Kink blogs, don't interact. If you use a kink nonsexually, then you can interact, I'll add a warning in the tags.

#wizard oc #my ocs #oc blog #oc rp blog #silly oc #wizards got letters!!!#why the fuck is the wizard reblogging #announcer answers #mooshroom's letters... eugh #nahh why the wizard be roleplaying #the twink that i love #intro post #introductory post #pinned intro #blog intro #introduction #pinned post

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xanrae · 9 months

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do dungeon lords dream of satyrs?

laios gives mithrun a friendly and totally welcome tip on how to counter insomnia.

dungeon meshi, crack/comedy, post-canon (as of posting), laios, mithrun, possibly ooc?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48943753

It would be no stretch of the imagination to say that Laios and Mithrun had, at best, a strained working relationship. They had spent quite some time on opposite ends of the narrative, embodying ‘crazy monster man who would become dungeon lord and plunge the world into an unending hell’ and ‘ruthless elven military leader here to mete out their own brand of justice with impunity’, respectively.

Still, Kabru was a miracle worker, and while he’d utterly failed to reconcile the two during the dark old days, these were the bright new days of the future, where anything was possible, apparently including getting (parts of) Team Laios and (some of) the Canaries on personable terms. It turns out that when you manage to rid the world of a voring demon (Mithrun)/work together to prepare your sister for a giant feast for a celebratory “Congrats for surviving the fall of a dungeon and not getting eaten yourself!” block party (Laios), you (collective) can forgive a lot of things.

The death of the demon hasn’t brought Mithrun’s desires back, and neither has it chased away whatever is causing his insomnia. Now that Kabru is no longer always free to give pre-bedtime footrubs, Mithrun has fallen back on spells and potions to find sleep. He’s holding one of the latter in his hands now, contemplating the flask when a creak announces the opening of his bedroom door. Mithrun’s head snaps up, and only the vague awareness that Cithis would be very unhappy if he told her he’d wasted her potion and needs another one, actually, please and thank you stops him from teleporting it into the shape silhouetted in the doorway. Damn, hadn’t he locked that thing?

“What’s that?” With absolutely no sense of propriety, the shape starts moving into the room before Mithrun can ask it what the hell it wants. A little further into the room and no longer blocking the only source of light, the hazy shadow resolves itself into the horrible, towering shape of one Laios Touden.

The two stare at one another for a long moment. Laios is happily awaiting an answer to his totally normal and totally sane question, and Mithrun wonders if he’s wandered into the wrong room and started preparing for a night in someone else’s bed. Outside of a dungeon, his sense of direction is once again totally fucked. But he glances around, sees his armor folded neatly on the table, his pack sitting in the corner. Yyyyes, definitely his own room. His one good eye flickers back to Laios, who seems to see no problem with continuing to stand at the doorway of the Canary Captain’s room with no explanation.

“Sleeping draught,” Mithrun answers finally.

“What’s it made of?”

The sparkle in Laios’s eyes makes it clear what kind of answer he’s looking for. Mithrun takes no pleasure in squashing the tallman’s hopes and dreams, but he doesn’t exactly feel bad either. “Just herbs.” Then, because he feels it necessary, he adds, “We don’t consume monsters where I come from.” Where anyone comes from, actually. That seems to have been a uniquely Island Dungeon phenomenon, thanks to Team Laios. And while food is food is food, he also can’t say he’s sorry to never eat a walking mushroom again.

“Oh.” Laios seems to deflate just a little, and Mithrun keeps staring at him, expecting the tallman to leave at any moment now that monsters have been removed from the equation. Instead, Laios moves closer, and Mithrun tenses, grip tightening around the sleeping potion. Needs must, and Cithis would simply have to deal with remaking him the potion, but Laios only raises the tray that had been hitherto unaddressed in his hands.

“Well, we were just having dinner, and we thought that since you really helped with chopping up Falin’s dragon body, you might want something to eat....” He trails off, seeing the expression on Mithrun’s face. “Oh, don’t worry,” Laios continues cheerfully. “We’re not done prepping her yet!”—Mithrun’s face is carefully impassive here, the deliberately unaffected air of someone who doesn’t love the words he’s just heard—“This is just beef.” He sets the tray with a soft clink of cutlery on the table next to Mithrun’s armor. “But if you’re sleeping now, you could always have it tomorrow for breakfast!” Mithrun just nods wordlessly. A collage of a wild-eyed, monster-crazed Laioses—the impression he’d from the other adventurers up til now—flashes through his mind. But the tallman seems vaguely normal now, even if he had casually mentioned his sister in a way that most people would find unpalatable (hah).

“Do you know,” Laios says, totally unprompted, just as Mithrun is believing that he’ll finally leave him to finish taking his potion, “that when I can’t sleep, I count satyrs? Maybe that would help you.”

There’s another long moment as they stare at one another—Laios cheerfully expectant, Mithrun at a total loss for words that, for once, has nothing to do with his piteously atrophied social skills. Satyrs do not figure anywhere in the top million things Mithrun would like to think about prior to bed, especially in multiples. In fact, there is literally not a single thing on god’s green earth that he would hate more to think of in the moments before a reluctantly-inflicted rest than goat-like monsters. Even the most tolerable iteration, where the goat-demon is pulp beneath his bloodied fists, is definitely not conducive in any way shape or form to the peaceful and relaxing repose that is usually the goal of sleep.

Mithrun eventually finds it in himself to say, “Is that so.” His tone is so flat that, had any philosophers or engineers been present, they could have derived a new method of ensuring level construction from those three words alone.

Laios doesn’t notice, though. Content in a friendship overture well executed, he waves Mithrun good night and finally, thankfully, leaves, closing the door with a soft click behind him. In the greatest exercise of will to date in Mithrun’s not-inconsiderable life, he does not knife, strangle, disembowel, replace the brains of, or otherwise maim Laios as he leaves—though perhaps the down in his pillow might have been a superior alternative to whatever was currently occupying the space between the tallman’s ears, Mithrun notes sourly, flopping back onto his bed. He cannot down the sleeping draught fast enough.

He does not count satyrs.

#writing #fanwork #fanfic #dungeon meshi #laios #mithrun #crack #comedy #i think theyre fun and should have more interactions beyond their cat and mouse game :(

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hiiii sorry if this is Super weird !!! but i know some people look at their past writing n cringe a little yet also still love it a little but (n this goes out to anyone tht wants 2 answer too!) have u ever cringed at like. recent writing? bc i cannot 4 the life of me look at smth i wrote even seven months ago bc im just so embarrased..... do u or anyone else have advice on how u could overcome smth like this? i know cringe is dead be free n live ur life !!! but sometimes i cannot. help but just. Explode

Not weird at all! Though I'm not great with the advice personally, (clear and concise answers? Idk her), maybe someone else can help a little more as I have lots of lovely brilliant people following me!

But I definitely have cringed at some of my recent writing. I'm always going to cringe at some of my writing and be like what was I thinking, I can't write, while other times I'll be like, wow I actually can write. It's forever in flux. Sometimes, that's just how it is because even in the smallest intervals of time, you're constantly growing as a writer, learning new things every minute, every second, and with every new thing taken in, every new experience or reading or etc. under your belt, you see further into how the gears of writing turn, and occasionally that means you start to perceive more flaws in your own writing, whether real or imagined, because you're looking for them now, you're looking at the embroidery from behind with all the loose strings and stitches, you're looking at the clocktower from between the gears on the inside, watching them shudder and jolt a little unnaturally when most other people just see the face.

For recent writing, it's an especially tough beast because unlike writing from the further past, you're not far enough removed yet, so you still can't really look at it objectively, you're still stuck inside the clocktower, unable to see the view as an outside observer. So, maybe everything is going to look a little wonky regardless of whether it really is or not, and there's not much to do but keep learning and improving from it in the meanwhile, step back for a second, give it time and space, and be kind and patient with yourself as you take a walk around back to the front of the tower and see whether you can still see the gears and everything from there.

My analogies tend to get out of hand and may not be the most solid or helpful, so I'll drop that... but you feel me? Maybe you will still be cringing at it later, but that means you've come further as a writer and can pinpoint how to fix it/improve it or use the experience and observations for your new work, honing in on what exactly about it is making you cringe, maybe it's something with an easy workaround, or maybe with fresh eyes, you'll see it's not as bad as you thought and there's some good in there after all, maybe a mix of both.

Usually, it really is a matter of time. When I posted my first ao3 fanfic last year, I couldn't bear to look at it again, the thought of it made me sick. I had reread it multiple times at various stages to the point where I was just like if it's bad, it's bad, it's out there and there's nothing I can do now, and the thought of it haunted me, like people are gonna think the style is weird, it's ooc, it's this, it's that, etc., aah, but I reread it finally again last week and... it was fine. It was totally... fine. Meanwhile, another story I had been working on, I came back to it after a while and realized the dialogue was stilted and the prose repetitive, so I had to rework it, but that's fine too, no shame in that. It takes a while to find what works.

Anyway, I'm starting to ramble and repeat myself, and my keyboard keys are all sticking because I spilt milk on it the other day, rip, so yeah! That's all I can tell you personally, but if anyone wants to jump on and add something else, feel free! And I wish you all the luck in your writing quest! Take care.

#writing #writeblr #ask #writer things #my w key is in the worst shape i'm so sad gaah #s and a and e too are not doing great also caps lock why did my clumsiness forsake me #long post #i guess #writing advice #somewhat

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‣ Hello first-time listeners! I'm Zenon, I also go by Zen or Z. I am your host, broadcasting to you from the Kanto Radio Tower in lil old Lavender Town. Common topics on my show are spooky theories, ghost sightings, and general Lav Town events. If you have anything you'd want to hear me talk about on the show, visit our Rotomblr and leave us a message! 👻

‣ I also volunteer part time at the Lavender Pokemon House (for abandoned and orphaned Pokemon). Most of my team was adopted from there! I really recommend stopping by, there are plenty of mon's in need of homes. You can donate to the House on our FireStarter-- every bit helps!

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