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wonryllis · 1 month

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I CAN BE WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO BE ⭑ LHS.

⭑ ᵎᵎ preview. where heeseung finds himself once again locked in your cages when you drunk call him to pick you up at night. where heeseung has no intentions of escaping the said cages, forever remaining under the spell of your love. LIBY?

wordcount `834 ﹙𝒘? + 𝒄𝓪𝐬𝐭﹚toxic situationship with a down down down bad lee heeseung x kinda naive philophobic fem!reader, age gap, suggestive: mild.

she's crazy but i love her.

heeseung's steps are slow and calculated, eyes glued on your figure trying to make your way to his car. stumbling and wobbly in heels you (kind of) seem accustomed to, feet clicking against the pavement in a hasty stride. he's worried. you were out with friends past midnight on a weekday, called him all drunk to pick you up from the bar and now you are barely able to walk straight, ankle on the verge of twisting at any given moment but you wouldn't let him hold you. he's worried sick.

"angel please just hold onto me hm?" he pleads rushing over when you visibly slip on an uneven part, hands almost gripping around your waist as you manage to keep your balance, staggering back into his arms in a couple of steps.

"you! who are you!" your hands push against his chest as you turn around startled. there it goes, again! heeseung sighs knowing what's to come. it's the third time in the last fifteen minutes, going over this exact conversation word to word.

"it's heeseung, your cousin's friend and your friend," he makes sure to emphasize on 'your friend' trying to stop this before it gets further into the loop.

"where's my cousin?" you ask, looking around the rather empty parking lot.

"he working," heeseung's explanation is dry because he knows you'll cut him off before he can say anything more,"and why are you here?" just like that. he remembers the first time this happened, when you were actually sober and met him at your cousin brother: jay's workplace. you showed up out of nowhere, without any notice and jay was going bonkers at how he'll get you back home when he has the most important client waiting for him in the next room. heeseung hadn't thought much when he offered to drop you off, a favor for a friend that was all it was to him.

"because you called me, angel," but god was he wrong, for he swears the moment he laid his eyes on you he was a goner. you were too darn pretty to be just a favor. you were younger, a party girl always running out to frat and sorority gatherings, bars and clubs. often calling jay to pick you up to avoid letting your parents know of your shenanigans.

"why did i call you and not my cousin?" everytime he had wished it was him and not jay, even though ultimately he was the one who went. carrying your cute drunk ass to your mansion and getting you to your room as discreetly as possible. you are a rich girl, two worlds apart and heeseung has felt it in many ways than not.

"because i'm your cousin's friend and you know me well," heeseung never thought he'd ever be more than just your cousin's friend to you. at least he hopes he is more. you have done things with him that you'd definitely not do with just your cousin's friend. a space curtaining acquaintance and lover, he hangs dangerously cold and heedless.

"so where's my cousin?" between days left ghosted and nights you throw your arms around him he stands unsure of his place in your life. at times he feels you know he's the one who could treat you better than any of the guys you cry for. yet there are moments when there's this sturdy wall you build, holding him away for the sake of not losing him like others. afraid of love is what you refuse you are but heeseung knows your conceptions of it are a little too twisted, broken he dare say. and his love for you is so far and conflicted to the things you have experienced, he understands the lengths and the time it will take for you to recognize and accept him.

"you know what, i'm getting you in the car myself," in an instance his hands grip at the back of knees and the curve of your waist, hauling you up in his arms. he walks quick to his car parked at the far end, smiling through the constant pouty mumbles of yours. eyeing you every two seconds, not being able to resist that pretty face of yours.

it is absolutely not in him to ever resist that pretty face of yours, your pretty eyes and your pretty lips as they graze against his own in gentle brushes. arms looped around his neck and thighs resting on the soft matress of your bed, albeit on each side of his own, yet again. sitting on his lap, so close, bodies pressed. "heeseungie, please stay," your voice a sultry whisper of a whine, a naive vixen, if that's even a thing.

lee heeseung knows he will never have the power to refuse you, he will be whatever you want him to be for how ever long you will want him to be.

you make him crazy and he loves you for that.

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sukirichi · 2 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 | 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

cw. period pains. bakugo comforts you. just fluff tbh. unedited. gn! reader

note. posting it here bcos squonk won’t read it /lh

the house is eerily silent. which it shouldn’t be, considering katuski’s personality and your equally teasing personality that added fuel to his flames. yet, katsuki walks around in your apartment barefoot, towel in his hand to dry his freshly-showered, fine hair. it’s so quiet that he’s unnerved the only thing he can hear are the soft pit-pats of his feet and he’s rounding every corner, checking every room – even going as far to humorously opening the pantry as if you’d fit beside the canned goods and packaged noodles – to find signs of your presence.

were this any normal day, you’d be playfully glaring at him as you get on his nerves. affectionately, though, don’t get him wrong. katsuki may not say it aloud – how much he adores you, that is – but he knows you’re smart enough to know that he’s not going to keep somebody around his life this much if you didn’t mean much to him, much less sacrifice half of his bed space and live under the same roof of you.

which begs the question: where the hell were you?

scowling to himself, katsuki retreats to the bedroom to change into his grey sweatpants and black wife beater when finally, he hears a groan. the muffled whimper cut through the deafening silence hard enough he would’ve jumped in the spot were he not a pro-hero.

katsuki fumbles, throws the damp towel across the desk chair before approaching the bundle of blankets and a squishmallow pressed to your stomach. he can barely see you from here, hidden under the mountain of cotton and your cheek pressed to the pillow, but he hears enough. and the moment you let out another pained sigh, releasing a soft ‘fuck’ under your breath, the blond rips the blankets away from you and kneels beside the bed.

the sight that greets him tugs at his heart strings. you’re barely awake, teetering at the edge of sleep but kept awake by an apparent pain whose source he can’t quite identify. your lips are nearly chapped as well, face turning pale as beads of sweat dot along your hairline.

“oi,” he mumbles as softly as he could and grazes the pads of his knuckles against your skin. you’re not quite sick – not a fever, thankfully – but it doesn’t do much to ease his worries. if anything, katsuki has to resist the urge to curl you into his chest if only he wasn’t afraid you’re injured and might unintentionally hurt you. he’s more than aware he could be quite rough, and while you’ve assured him you don’t mind his brutish nature, katsuki would rather befriend that shitty nerd rather than lay a hand that wasn’t near as gentle as you deserved. “oi, brat. what’s wrong? do i take ya to the doctor?”

at the sound of his voice, you crack one eye open. that small peep is enough to grant you the image of your worried boyfriend, and you would’ve swooned over the fresh citrus body shower emanating from him until your abdomen constricted again, and your toes curl over the edge of the bed.

“oh, that is not good.”

“brat, tell me what’s wrong,” his voice grows deeper by the seconds that pass and you barely mutter out a respond. instead, you inhale a sharp breath, and katsuki’s weight makes the bed dip before you could utter anything else. “if you’re not gonna talk, then i’ll-”

“cramps,” you wince, “period cramps.”

“oh.”

katsuki’s seen you have cramps before. it’s quite normal, but it has never been this worse. he keeps up with your cycle every month to buy you chocolates and all the snacks you want beforehand, wanting your utmost comfort at such a time when you’re extra sensitive and in pain. but one glance at his phone told him that you’re earlier this month, and perhaps more needy when you twist on your side and tug at the hem of his tank top when he moves to leave.

“‘suki, don’t go,” you pout, and his scowl deepens because he’s katsuki bakugo, a fucking pro-hero and a strong guy, yet you’re making him blush without doing anything. “don’t leave...”

“i’m getting ya painkillers,” is his reason, but crawls back into bed with you anyway. he pretends to be annoyed when you kick off the blankets and snuggle into his chest instead, your bodies moving like clockwork as he drapes an arm around your waist and holds you close. however, the soothing motions he rubs at your back says otherwise, and he swears he can feel you smile on his shirt. “ya sure ya don’t need meds? there’s just right by the counter.”

“i’m fine. your big, strong muscles are enough to warm me up and i’m sure i’ll feel better soon with you here around.”

“what, am i your fucking personal teddy bear or some shit? that all i am to you?”

“yes, you are my personal teddy bear,” he rolls his eyes at your words, then playfully flicks your forehead. and just to annoy him further – because your boyfriend is undeniably a deadly combination of adorable and hot under any circumstance that you just can’t get enough of him – you steal a quick kiss to his cheek and laugh when katsuki groans in protest. “oh, shush. now do your job and comfort me while i’m bleeding out here.”

“weirdo,” he mutters.

“i’m your weirdo, and you love me.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” katsuki dismisses, and his flippant attitude contrasts with the way he’s making sure not to move as to not wake you up. you’ve made yourself comfortable using his bicep as a pillow, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t internally combusting at the sight of you slowly falling asleep. it’s kind of hard to believe that this was even possible – to have someone trust him so much, to be the reason someone feels safe because katsuki is explosive, literally and figuratively – yet there you were, dozed off and muscles beginning to relaxed, that katsuki can’t help but let out a soft smile.

thankfully, you were asleep, because if you witnessed him dazing at you like a sap, you’d never let him hear the end of it. and he’s a thousand times more thankful because you’re too conked out to hear his raspy voice confess –

“i love you.”

#commissioned by squonk!#bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader fluff #bakugo katsuki x reader fluff #katsuki x reader drabble #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader fluff #bakugo katsuki drabble #bakugo katsuki drabbles #katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki x you #ehhh this is my first ever mha work so i'm not sure if my characterization is accurate LMAO #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff

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anonymous-dentist · 6 months

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Cellbit x Roier partners in crime mayb?? As a treat?!? /lh

WB0092 really should've expected to get murdered at work today. That's just kinda the week it's been. But, no, it volunteered to go help set up Halloween decorations, and now it's getting murdered.

It doesn't hurt that bad, luckily. Part of the Federation's generous health insurance policy is the numbing of most of the major nerve endings, that way its workers can't feel pain. How thoughtful!

But, really, a knife? Really? How cliche...

Its murderer is exactly who it thought it would be: Mister Cellbit, of the Census Bureau. He's furious: with every stab of his dagger into WB0092's stomach, he swears at it and insults it and says all sorts of nasty things. Rude!

WB0092 is one of the workers fortunate enough to understand Portuguese (a real rarity, it turns out), so it can understand Mister Cellbit as he spits in its face and snarls, "How the fuck are you so calm? Scream!"

WB0092 can't scream. It doesn't know how.

It stares placidly into Mister Cellbit's face as the knife in its gut twists. It almost feels like butterflies, how lovely. Death is on the horizon, and WB0092 has butterflies in its stomach.

A familiar call comes from behind a nearby building, and WB0092 reckons that Mister Cellbit also has butterflies in its stomach because around the corner comes his husband with a picnic basket slung over his arm.

"You forgot to pack knives, pendejo," 037 huffs. He flops both the basket and himself down by WB0092's dying body dramatically. "I'm not using my bare teeth."

"Why not?" Mister Cellbit asks. "It's easier."

WB0092 can't agree, mostly because it lost its mouth when it signed that contract.

"Maybe, but we don't have a dentist on the island," 037 replies. "If I break a tooth, then what?"

Mister Cellbit reaches over WB0092's exposed intestinal tract to lightly grab 037's knee, reassuring. Awww...!

"I would get you a new tooth," he sweetly says.

037 gasps and flutters his eyelashes. "Really?"

And then he rolls his eyes and lightly smacks his husband's forearm, picking up blood as he removes his hand.

"Who would put it in, eh?" he scoffs. He opens the picnic basket and pulls out a... much less foreboding knife than Mister Cellbit's. Where did he get it, Costco? "You can use your teeth. I will use a knife."

Mister Cellbit shrugs. "Suit yourself."

And then he pulls the knife out of WB0092's gut and plunges it into its throat.

At least death is dark. Really, WB0092 was started to get sick of all the white.

#cw blood #cw violence #cw death #asks!#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#my emotional support fictional worker 0092

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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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I Know You'll Always Love Me (And I Wish It'd Be Enough)

Ex!Kaeya x AFAB!Reader || Smut, Angst no Comf || 2 825 words

additional tags: vaginal sex, blowjobs, mildly toxic relationship (you and kaeya are broken up but regularly fuck and its not good for either of you)

Forever was a promise that you made to him. You just didn't realise how much this version of forever could hurt.

a/n: idk why but theres smth about this,,,the mutual pining, the hurt, the "i love you so much and thats why im letting you go" and anyway this is kaeyas bday fic bc if i cant be happy on mine neither can he /lh there is a chance i write a second part bc i like happy endings but,,,,,

A buzz interrupts your nightly routine, your breath caught in your throat as you know exactly what that means.

The moon is high in the sky, slipping through your curtains to land on your bedside table. Your phone is alight with a message, another buzz reminding you that someone on the other end expects an answer. It isn’t until your phone is in your hand and you’re reading the text that you realise you’re already texting back, that lump in your throat refusing to go.

As soon as the text sends you know you’ve only got a short amount of time to prepare, that churning in your stomach both anxiousness and excitement. You know how much it’ll hurt to go through with this, to let him back in even for this brief encounter but you need him here, even if it’s just to pretend that things are the same and nothing’s changed.

The doorbell doesn’t even ring, the only word of warning you get is a turning of the knob as you remind yourself for the nth time you need to take his key back. You turn to the door of your bedroom, immediately engulfed in a familiar warmth you wish you could forget. His kisses are desperate against your skin, nails digging into your body as his heavy breathing drowns out your other thoughts.

“Kaeya,” you gasp against his lips, letting him swallow your moans as he only gets more frantic.

Kaeye doesn’t say anything, only pushing you down onto your sheets. Immediately, his grip brings your legs to wrap around his waist, pulling your core to rub up against his. Your hands push against his chest with a whimper, making him stop and look at you. His eye is unfocused, evidence of his arousal beginning to poke against your wettening entrance.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, already beginning to withdraw from your body.

“No!” you cry out, pulling him back on top of you.

You miss him so much, wanting nothing more than for him to look at you the way he used to. This is the only way you’ll get him now, and you’re disgusted with yourself for it. You can only have him under the cover of night, blanketed by desire at his behest.

But you know there’s no way you can say no to him.

“Then what’s wrong?”

There’s no warmth in his voice, nothing like the man you used to know. Instead, there’s just a stranger in his body, someone who’s been long done with you but the body is so comforting you need it to take you. You shake your head and pull him back down, slotting your lips together.

“I just wanted to breathe a bit,” you lie easily, knowing by the way his fingers twitched that he didn’t believe you.

He only shakes his head before continuing, positioning your body to sit better against his lap as he begins to rut against your body. You can feel his erection growing against you, reaching down to touch him only to have your hand swatted away.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says in a way that could almost be seen as caring. “If I want you to be ready then I’ll have to focus on you before myself.”

Even now he was still giving to you, the sick and twisted irony being that he took everything from you when he left. That, or he just didn’t want to let himself melt into your arms to keep this cordial distance between you two. Whatever the answer is, you decide it doesn’t matter as much as his fingers against your wet slit does, biting your bottom lip as he begins to tease you.

“I missed this,” he whispers almost reverentially, slowly beginning to sound more like the man you used to know.

You keen into his touch, letting him do with you as he wishes, totally unaware of what’s going on in his mind.

Kaeya’s quickly becoming obsessed with your body once again, loving the way he fits into his so smoothly. He knows everything that makes you feel good, how you’ll squeeze so tightly around his fingers if he crooks them up a certain way or even just kisses you with just the right amount of pressure. Your breath against his collar drives him insane in a way he thinks you’ll never know and imperceptibly, his grip around your body tightens.

He doesn’t need to hear your noises to know that he’s right where you need him to be, only mildly listening just in case he hurts you. All of what he does is purely muscle memory, his mind never able to fully wean itself off of you during the countless hours he spends alone. The only thing he can do to make the ringing in his ears stop is to kiss you like this, hold you like this, pull his fingers out of your pussy to take your bottoms off for you like this.

You get the sense that he’s moving faster than he normally would. Maybe he’s busy in the morning, or perhaps he has someone else he’s wanting to see. The thought makes you pause, tears beginning to spring to your eyes.

In an instant, you feel yourself being pulled up and into his lap. Kaeya sits himself against the headrest of your bed, putting your face in the junction between his shoulder and jaw. You’re acutely aware of the fact that you won’t be able to look at him like this, wanting nothing more than to make him see what he’s putting you through but knowing that if he wants to avoid it he will. He doesn’t say much as you cry silently, only threading his fingers through your hair.

Normally, the rise and fall of his chest would soothe you but now you can’t feel anything but anger. Anger at him, at some imaginary date he has, at the fact that you somehow managed to let him slip through your fingers as though he meant nothing when it was the furthest thing from the truth. You don’t know if he knows how much you love him, how much you feel like you need him.

Instead, he just keeps you close against his body, sighing as you cry into him. After a few minutes he clears his throat.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Stay,” you mumble, bringing your hand down to his crotch.

He’s gotten soft but you know it’ll take you no time to get him back to his previous hardness. You crawl out of his lap, watching his expression carefully. When he shows no sign of saying no to you, you begin to palm at him before pulling him out of his pants, taking his hiss of satisfaction in stride when he throws his head back against the wood.

“Just until we’re done. Just stay until then, then you can go,” you convince him, letting his fingers tangle themselves back into your hair.

Your pace is slow, soothing his racing thoughts and pounding heart as you bob up and down on his length. Every move you make is practiced, down to the way you swallow around his thick girth to the teasing laps of your tongue when you pull off of him at the ache beginning to form at your jaw. You take pride in the way his hips buck into your mouth and let him guide your pace soon afterwards, looking up at him through your lashes.

Kaeya wishes he could look away but you’re the picture of sin like this, mouth drooling over his shaft and balls. You look like there’s nowhere you’d rather be but between his thighs. His dick twitches with each descent your mouth makes, savouring the slight gagging noises you make against him.

“Fuck - I’m gonna cum,” he warns, words turning into moans as you take him down your throat all at once.

The noises that come from your mouth just get lewder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the sight of your hand sneaking between your thighs to touch yourself at his groans. He wishes it were him between your legs, hard dick thrusting roughly into your spent hole that he knows he needs more and more of. He wants nothing more than to rut into you like an animal, neglect all of his needs if it means you’ll whine his name so prettily it makes his head spin. The thought of it makes him cum deep down your throat, his voice almost drowning out the sound of you choking on his cum. He continues to lazily thrust into your mouth, the aftershocks of his orgasm making his muscles twitch.

You sit up when he’s done, wiping the corner of your mouth and licking off the cum that comes off it with a cheeky grin, making his heart skip a beat. He huffs slightly, removing his pants and you know what that means.

Without any prompting from him you turn around and rest your head on your forearms, arching your back and spreading your thighs so his hungry eye can take in your soaked arousal. You didn’t get to cum earlier, not properly anyway. The look on his face as he was fingering you was too distracting to focus on the way he felt, ruining any true sense of pleasure you could have derived from it. Besides, this way you don’t have to see him and he doesn’t have to see you. You know that’s why he likes it this way, at least that’s why he likes it now.

Before, he was obsessed with feeling you up, wanting to watch your ass jiggle as he pulled you onto his cock. If you really got him riled up he’d pull you up, pull his arms through and under your knees as he repeatedly fucked up into you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It was intimate, warm. It made you feel loved.

Now, it was a way for him to use you without seeing you. A way to continue building that wall up between you two and you didn’t mind. If it meant that just for a second you could pretend he was looking at you like you were the greatest thing he could have then you would take it. You would take all of him over and over again if it meant you got to hang onto your delusions.

“Now, what are you doing like that? Turn around so I can see you,” he purrs, taking you by surprise.

You remain still, unsure of what to do. He sighs, grabbing you by your hips and turning your body over. Sprawled out on your back like this he gives you no room to escape his body, teasing his cock between your pussy lips with a self satisfied smirk.

“Well, look who’s ready for me. I can fuck you, can’t I?” he asks cockily.

Your nod grants him entrance, arching your back as the delicious stretch of his cock entering your body makes your mind numb.

This. This is what you’ve missed.

The look on his face of rapture as he feels you squeeze around him, the way he kisses you like he loves you, the way he can’t breathe without moaning into your skin, the way his hips slowly thrust into you as he waits for you to adjust to his size. All of it makes even more tears spring to your face but this time he doesn’t stop.

Instead, he just brushes his fingers against your eyes. Tenderly, your tears are wiped away and you can’t help but keen more into his touch as you grow even more desperate for him to touch you more. You need more of this intimacy you know he can give you, whining into his lips as he kisses you to keep you quiet.

“Kaeya, Kaeya – please don’t tease me like this,” you pant against him, bucking your hips to tell him to move faster.

“Come on, you really think I’m that easy?” comes his smooth response.

Your nails dig into the sheets, not knowing if he’ll let you hold him. It’s all you can do not to mark his body, terrified that one misstep would lead to him cutting you out of his life entirely. That’s something you don’t want to gamble with, knowing that once this transactional relationship is done you’ll become nothing but a mere shell of yourself.

All your efforts are in vain when he wraps his arms around your body, holding you tight against his chest. You cling onto him like he’s your lifeline and as far as you’re concerned he is. He doesn’t brush off your touch this time, letting your nails scratch down his back when his pace picks up. The grinding of his hips against your body in this position stimulates every part of you that he reaches, only making your noises become that much more desperate.

Your senses are filled with him, pleasure mixing with an intense sadness that this will soon be over. That soon enough he’ll be gone and the only thing that will be left to warm your sheets is a memory of him that only cares when it suits him. As your focus wanes, his intensifies, refusing to let you slip away.

He pins you back down against the bed, pulling your hands off of him just to thread your fingers together and keep them above your head. It forces you to look at him as he fucks you, navy locks falling down to frame his handsome features as he starts to ram into you. His dick brings you back to the present and you’re no longer holding back any of your noises. You know your voice is going to go hoarse with the way you’re screaming for him but you don’t know anything else when your brain is muddled like this, letting him slot his lips between yours when you cum around him.

Kaeya feels you clench around him, pretending that the tears on your face don’t bother him as much as they actually do. It’s the only reason he can think of to hold back from the pleasure that threatens to overtake him, knowing that once he cums it’ll all be over. That he has no reason to stay here anymore, that for your own sake he needs to leave. It doesn’t matter that he’s clearly saying the right things for you, thrilled at the way your body reacts to his voice and if it weren’t for his own actions he’d be able to take his time and tease you to his heart’s content.

Instead, he’s rutting into you like a wild animal, burying his moans into your neck as you cum with cries of his name. There’s little room for him to focus on those mundane feelings, the one’s he can reflect on in the comfort of his cold bed. Now, he can focus on you, focus on the way his body needs you, the release that he’s been craving all day satiated as he cums deep inside of you. Your breathless noises make his cock twitch wanting to indulge in you over and over again despite knowing he won’t.

The encounter comes to an end, the unspoken rule between the two of you ever since your explosive fight coming into effect. Neither person says anything they’ll regret. Neither person asks for the other to stay.

He wordlessly cleans the two of you off, finishing with a soft kiss to your lips. You’ve grown to expect it now, unsure if it’s because he’s so used to showering you with aftercare or because it’s a fissure of his facade. You don’t let him go as soon as he pulls back, instead chasing his lips to deepen the kiss. When he responds in kind you’re shocked, but you want to milk it for as much as you can, closing your eyes as you cup his face in your hands.

When you both part to breathe you take a minute to just look at him, melting into his being and speaking without thinking.

“I love you.”

The three words hang heavily in the air, dread flooding your chest as you try to figure out how to remedy the situation. He sighs in your panic, shaking his head and pulling back from you. The tears spring to your eyes again and you wish that you could do something rather than just cry as he gets dressed and ready to go. You watch as he’s about to walk through the door, turning back just to glance at you.

“I know you do.”

And with that he’s gone, every trace that he was once here taken with him again.

And with that, you collapse into yourself again, knowing that you’ll do anything if it means seeing him again, just for a minute.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut

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macabrecravings · 1 year

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I was writing and had the most sick & twisted idea to write a Steve/Tommy scene based off of this one from As You Are 😁 Why do I do this to myself /lh

#‘how can chapter 8(?) be interesting’#oh.#i’m putting Tommy through hell #cassettes and cigarettes #keg gang #keg boys #stommy #tomgrove #tommy hagan #billy hargrove #steve harrington #as you are #original post🍓💌#stranger things

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lpsgirl109 · 1 month

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The Official Pegasus Fanfic Masterlist

Decided to put a huge list of all my fanfics together. This will be updates over time. Note that almost everything off my Wattpad account is excluded from the list, that's because most of the stuff on there is really old and I'd rather let it fade into obscurity

Marvel Future Avengers

Twisted Shadows

Publishing date: 01/20/2023

Status: WIP

Info: My FA OC fic that has been in the works since like. 2020. Bruno faces his inner demon (and a literal demon) while Loki has to help a group of run away lab experiments. This one is Very OC heavy so I understand if its not your vibe, but this fic is my baby and I would really love for it to get more attention. I will say this fic has a fair amount of violence, and the main villain can get very freakish in terms of body horror, so be warned there

One in the Same

Publishing date: 10/18/2021

Status: Complete

Info: My first fic on Ao3!! A sweet little oneshot between Bruno and Bucky. I sort of really hate it now, but it kicked off my Ao3 account so in a way it is special. Plus my one friend really loves it so. Slay

Together

Publishing date: 05/27/22

Status: Complete

Info: A oneshot between Adi and Bruno. Mission goes wrong and it leads to Bruno getting injured and both of them getting lost in a forest

Keep Me On Fire, I'll Be Alright

Publishing date: 03/02/2023

Status: Complete

Info: A short oneshot exploring my headcanon in which Bruno cannot be in the hot sun for very long, because his body absorbs the heat and will make him sick. Very simple, but sweet

Locked Memories

Publishing date: 08/11/2023

Status: WIP

Info: this one is the one I fear is gonna get me shot down eventually for writing such a heavy fic about a kids show but oh well. Someone on Instagram has a whole Bluey comic that explores dark themes I should be fine /lh. Anyway, Bruno gets incredibly sick and has a bunch of dreams about a couple of kids who were once part of Hydra's Emerald Rain Project, but died sometime before the show. Should be obvious, but this fic features several deaths of children, and there may be one or two pretty graphic scenes, so if that bugs you, this fic is not for you!!

Raimiverse

Four Times Olivia Came In Clutch For The Besties, One Time They Came In Clutch For Her

Publishing date: 09/02/2023

Status: WIP

Info: OC fic about my girl Olivia Rosemary Octavius, featuring the many times she's helped out MJ, Peter, and Harry, and one time they all came together to help her. Still in the works, but should be done within the next couple months

And I'll Be Just Fine, If Only For One Night

Publishing date: 08/02/2024

Status: Complete

Info: Silly little Harlivia fic in which Harry and Olivia go for a drive late at night. Features hot chocolate and talking about feelings

Wings of Fire

The Arctic Skies

Publishing date: 08/05/2022

Status: WIP

Info: The first book in my DoD AU!! Basically, the entire AU is my take on how I'd write the Dragonets of Destiny, in a new war, and new challenges to face. Features ten dragonets of Pyrrhian and Pantalan tribes. This book is about the IceWing, Shiver. I haven't worked on it in. Over a year. But I do plan to get back to it soon

dividers made by saradika!!

#the pegasus fanfic masterlist #peg speaks #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel future avengers #spiderman #raimi trilogy #raimi spider man #raimiverse #wings of fire #wof

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autisticempathydaemon · 9 months

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If you're still doing the matchups 👁

Rn I'm fixated on Twist the knife by that handsome devil but I obsess over a new song every week

My enneagram type is 4 (apparently) and I'm an infp

I love video essays. Basically anything Kennie JD makes is delectable

My childhood imaginary friend was literally just pinkie pie and rainbow dash I'm not kidding

Go to way to fall asleep is either warm milk with honey and lavender or nothing at all. I pass out when the universe allows me to

I would like my legal name to be either Sojourner (Journey)or Cupid.

Favorite video is either Caelum's sleep aid, Guy's reverse comfort sick audio, or the one where Ollie got his listener to eat after hearing they didn't eat lunch

Vega does nothing for me I don't get it 💔💔

I know every mlp episode up to season 5 by heart

Out of all the guys, I'd say I'm platonically attracted to either Cam or Brachium

Go to rambling topic for me is mythology but nine times outta ten it's gonna be Greek mythology and how much modern interpretations of Hades and Persephone PISS ME OFF/LH

Go to gas station snack is green tea Arizona (or pink lemonade) with Pringles

My favorite playlist rn is my lovecore playlist. It's very important to me

Idk it's not really a guilty pleasure but I like playing pastel girl it's cute and simple💕

Extra shit: my favorite color is pink, I'm an Aquarius, favorite animals are cats and bunnies, I love sweets and spicy food and I currently need more room on my bed for more plushies

Type Fours and INFPs are defined as thoughtful, sensitive, creative masterminds with whole worlds inside their heads. That makes you a great match with our one and only dreamwalking boy, Elliott.

Like, literally, you two could share the creative worlds in your heads; that’s what y’all as a pair is so cool. He’d love crafting pink, fluffy places for you, always striving to make them more realistic and fun and innovative. I know you’re also an artist, so Elliott could bring your drawings to life in dreams. Who needs references or models when you have a top notch dreamwalker as a boyfriend?

Overall, your relationship would be just so cute. Elliott’s friends to lovers shaped, so I can imagine him having absorbed your MLP knowledge, if he hasn’t seen it, through pure osmosis. He always has little pops of bright, “girlier” colors: tie dye shirts you bought him, pink hair ties on his wrist, a pink beanie he stole from you and never gave back. You go out to eat together, and you laugh when he’s a spicy food wimp because he never managed to build a tolerance.

Song:

Now, baby, I believe this is real/ So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back/ We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach/ Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets/ I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece/ I'm complete

This isn’t That Handsome Devil, it’s nowhere close, but I will not apologize, okay. Your submission is giving cute, it’s giving girly pop, it’s giving bubblegum. I go where the words lead me, and they are leading me to the cheesy Katy Perry classic bop about dreams and falling in love that Elliott, without a doubt, as a creature of taste, knows all the words to.

Runner-Ups:

Okay, so Sam is a runner-up because it’s basically canon he wears the same, cowboy shit all the time, and I think your colors and style would be a cute contrast to his. Regulus is a runner-up, my favorite one, because you could spin him as the Hades to your Persephone any which way, and I WILL.

note: rant to me anytime about Hades and Persephone I love Greek mythology shit tell me how you feel about Hadestown

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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penofpenguin · 2 years

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Hi I hope you are well <3 I would like to ask for headcanons or oneshot (choose the format you feel comfortable with :3) to rook with an angel mc fem (really xd you know, with wings, ethereal beauty and a great believer in god) but it's a secret for everyone just that rook managed to discover mc's little secret~ thank you uvu

Hi dear anon! Thank you for the sweet request <3 I really think Rook goes well with an angel s/o and this was fun to write :D

Also, although it was fem reader, the fic came out with no pronouns or gender so feel free to assume any gender!

Content Warnings: Rook speaking French, none

Rook finding out his s/o is an angel

Rook x Angel!Reader(mc)

"Ah, mon amour, c'est une surprise!"(my love, this is a surprise-)

You didn't come to Twisted Wonderland from Earth. You came from somewhere else. You were an angel. You had wings, prayed everyday, extraordinary beauty and basically, everything an angel could be described with.

This would grab the attention of everyone.

So for your own comfort, you kept it a secret even from Grim.

During your time in NRC, you ended up catching feelings for a french guy with a bowl haircut. And once you found out he reciprocated your feelings, you started a beautiful relationship.

Although you loved Rook, you still wouldn't reveal your biggest secret to him.

You were too good at hiding it that Rook began suspecting something was up.

"Mon amour, is there something bothering you?" He asks, during a small date.

"No? Why do you ask?" You responded, tilting your head to the side questionably.

"There's no use in lying to me, my love." He says, a mysterious smile appearing on his face as he holds your hand tighter.

You didn't feel good lying to him. You were an angel after all.

"I have to go." You run off, leaving the curious hunter...well...more curious.

And so every time he had to himself, he'd watch you closely(I mean, what did you expect when you started dating him? Leona??/lh) to find anything that can help him figure out what you're hiding.

One day you just felt...like you needed to shift to your true form. Flying wasn't easy with a broom and you needed to relax and stretch your wings for a bit. Plus, the weather was nice and cloudy you could go for a fly.

You left to a deserted place where nobody was around. That was when you decided to let loose.

You stretched your wings and went for a fly.

"I missed this!!!" You said, having fun while flying high in the sky.

"This is funnn," You yelled softly.

"Oui! This is truly fun is it not?" Another voice yelled in the sky next to you.

"Wait what??"

You looked to the side to see Rook on his broom with his usual "(＾ᵕ＾)" face. This made you zoom back down and immediately shift to your human self.

Rook followed and saw you running away.

"S'il vous plaît attendez, mon amour," (Please wait my love) Rook grabbed your wrist and his strong grip didn't let you go.

"You...uh...saw nothing now ok?!!"

"You flew so gracefully like an angel. The feathers of your wings moved in rythm with the wind. Oh c'était très beau(it was very beautiful),"

You knew there was no going back. So you explained your true identity to him.

"Ah, mon amour, c'est une surprise!"

"I know it's very unique uh..."

"Please, show me your enlightening angel figure again." Rook said, eyes sparkling with love.

"Maybe some other day. I still feel sort of sick after that quick transformation."

"Of course." Rook smiled as he ran his hands through your hair. You felt a bit relaxed after this.

"Ah yes, I brought some sweets from my dorm. The weather is truly beautiful today. Would you care to have some with me?" He said.

"That would be great."

And so you ended your afternoon lying on Rook's shoulder, having some sweets. If you trust him with this secret, you made a good decision.

Thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoyed.

I hope you liked this anon. I'm sorry there was no mention of pronouns or gender...but I hope it's okay. Have a nice day 💖💖💖

-Madeline🐧

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #rook x mc #rook hunt #rook x y/n #rook x you #disney twisted wonderland

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 11 months

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hi! in the middle of us history class right now, and i just had to pop in and say that just because we're covering the great depression does not mean that you can cause ME such great depression with ectgir. /lh but seriously, DANTE?!?!?! i am SCREECHING. i cannot EVEN. why is he HERE. i can't even. what sort of sick and twisted game are the peacekeepers playing. this is outrageous. (in all seriousness, i'm having such a great time with this series and story. kudos kudos kudos <3)

"sick and twisted" is definitely the operative description yes

#ask #chaos-and-chill #ectgir spoilers #ping verse

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bugtoast · 2 years

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TSP WRITING PROMPTS BASED OFF THE ENDINGS!!

these are prompts of fics i'd like to see, or fics that I haven't seen be done yet (or both)

Sick of this gag ending

Stanley and Narry both agree that they're sick of this gag, and narry ends up playing his song for stanley like usual, but stanley ends up falling asleep to the song

Whiteboard ending

Stanley finds the whiteboard from the whiteboard ending, picks it and the marker up, and ends up sitting in the middle of the blue office (or even in his office) doodling on it

Press conference ending

Stanley has a panic attack during the press conference and runs off stage. hurt/comfort ensues

confusion ending

but it actually goes the way its meant to go in the game. aka:

Fifth restart

Narrator forgets about previous resets

Stanley attempts to play the story, but is stopped somehow

Unable to go anywhere or do anything

Game restarts on its own

Sixth restart

Find the line again

Find an identical replica of the office that has begun to deteriorate

Attempt to make up a new story there

Narrator restarts the game

Seventh restart

There is no longer an office, just black space

Wander into blackness

Find a book store

Get bored and leave

Narrator restarts game

Eighth restart

Narrator is gone

Stanley dies after a long time

this one has a lot of angst potential >:]

Serious ending

basically, what would the serious ending have looked like if it was in ultra deluxe? what if you could bring the bucket?

Art ending

Stanley has now met the essence of divine art. what now?

Bucketless

What if the bucket was replaced by another item?

Secret disco

what if Stanley and Narry acknowledge the secret disco, and decide to have a small party just for the hell of it?

MINECRAFT ENDING!!!!

Stanley and Narry end up stuck in minecraft after that one time, so now they're forced to forever play minecraft together. antics ensue!!

Bucket destroyed ending

what if the bucket destroyer actually did destroy the bucket? what would happen next?

Elevator ending

what if the elevator that goes nowhere... went somewhere? where would it go? what if it went to where the narrator was?

Escape pod ending

what if Stanley and Narry actually used the escape pod? where would they end up? why would they be escaping?

Flushed away ending /j

NOOO STANLEY DON'T GET FLUSHED DOWN THE TOILET AND END UP REINACTING THE PLOT TO THE HIT STOP-MOTION MOVIE 'FLUSHED AWAY' NOOOOOOOOO

Backrooms ending

someone get on this already, I wanna see what would happen if the goofs got themselves stuck in the spooky /lh

SCP ending

THIS TOO!! this would be really fun

Countdown ending

what if Stanley actually can deactivate the bomb? what would happen then?

Freedom ending

what would happen after the freedom ending if the game didn't immediately reset? what would stanley end up doing? would the narrator still be around?

New new content

what if ALL the new new content was added to ultra deluxe? where would the hole be? what about the jim button?

Aperature ending

...TSP but it goes into the portal plotline. what happens? and most importantly; do Chell and Stanley meet and become besties?

"Set stanley free" ending

Stanley is set free from the parable. how?

Memory zone... WITH A TWIST

they don't find the steam reviews and it ends up being a really fluffy domestic situation :]

That one cut ending (i think it was called the warzone ending?)

y'know the one, the one that you get to read about in the museum ending; where the game becomes a fps and the fps game wages war on the Narrator. I wanna see how that happens.

how'd this happen??

suddenly Marriella is the protagonist??? WHAT???

wait... where'd the right door go?

Stanley goes through the right so many times that the Narrator just ends up deleting that entire part of the map.

third door real??

"When Stanley came upon a set of two doors... wait, hold on- Stanley, why are there three doors here? I didn't put that door there."

aka: there's a third door now!! where does it lead?

Stanley Parable; in search of coworkers

Stanley finds his coworkers! but the narrator is gone... now what? does everything go back to normal now?

Stanley and Narrator watch Rick and Morty ending

"he turned himself into a pickle, stanley! funniest shit I've ever seen."

Make up your own original ending!

I'm curious to see what the community can do if they end up making their own endings!

as I think of more prompts, i'll add onto this post!

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp #tspud #writeblr #writing prompts #long post #fanfic ideas #all caps cw #death mention #ok to reblog #ask to tag

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melloncreamsoda · 2 years

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,,because insecurities are my only foundation’’ -Azul

;by request!

TW/CW: GN!Reader, angst

notes; you angst-thirsty, sick, twisted bastard /lh j WHEWHDAJHBH i had fun writing this LOLL hope u enjoy!! :D ps I didn't write headcanons (short fic instead..) I hope udm 👁️👁️;;;;

It’s often you lie awake at night, next to your supposed love of your life:

Where did it all go downhill?

Every night he sleeps in the same bed as you, but only for himself– for the feeling of self satisfaction. Selfishness indeed, he works hard every day for himself. To fill the void inside of him, patch back the pain ingrained inside of him. He drowns himself in his own fantasy to prove to himself that he’d built the ideal life he had always dreamed of. He does not live to satiate your desire of feeling loved.

Because love is your prison, and your heart is your accomplice.

You lie awake thinking:

Did you feel loved today? Why does he ignore me? Will I ever be enough?

He does not put his emotions on display, no. But you wonder if he’d ever feel the same concern for his partner the way that you did. You don’t ask, you let the void grow, because you know the difference is that he never cared enough to worry if he was enough for you.

So you ask for a break; for some self-care.

Yet he knew why things turned out the way it did. He was not self-absorbed, but rather insecure. Yet somehow his negligence had blurred the lines in between. He craved your touch, your affirmations, that he was, indeed, good enough.

Your figure, your scent, your cells, even down to the very atoms you were made of.

But he did not apologise;

Because he knew his pleas would never make it through the wall he put between you and him.

Azul had hurt the purest kind; he had hurt you,

and he was never going to forgive himself.

;for @thecurrator <3

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #melona.docx #i love these kinda angst fics where its built on miscommunication omg ehhehe

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cyncerity · 2 years

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Does Shlatt ever feel guilty about almost killing his son when he first saw him? Does he ever get nightmares about what would have happened if Tubbo hadn’t started audibly crying?

This has been sitting in my inbox for months, i’ve been thinking about it a lot. I don’t know who you are but what you’re about to read is your fault /lh (fr tho i genuinely enjoyed writing it so thank you for the ask hskskskshs)

Anyway i wanted to flex my angst muscles so take literally the darkest thing i have ever written. And just so you know, there is a part two if anyone wants it because the ending of this is dark, and the epilogue thingy makes it less dark. However that’s not included in this post because i want you all to suffer :)

Tws (don’t take these ones lightly): MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, descriptive gore, alcoholism, mentioned drug use, vomiting mention, brief descriptions of blood

it’s shorter than i usually write but don’t be fooled

The nightmares come somewhat often. They’re always the same, and only for a few hours. Every time Schlatt wakes up after one of them, it’s only been 3 or 4 hours since he went to sleep. But, god, does it feel like a whole lifetime in the dream. A life he could have made for himself, one he hated that he could have had. One thing he had almost done.

Blood on his shoe; that’s how it always started. Never at the beginning, the true beginning, where he first found the little boy, or heard his crying. He knew the crying too well in his actual life; he had heard it every day for many months after he met his son, before he learned to speak and became fully verbal. No, the dream didn’t feel the need to remind him of that sound, it only started with the sickly crunch as his boot finished flattening itself to the floor, bones splitting and blood splattering underneath it across the dirty apartment floor as the innocent life of the child he would grow to love more than anything else in the world was stomped out before it could ever really begin.

The dream was somewhat split here in a way that didn’t make sense, as dreams often don’t; Schlatt felt like his brain, his heart, whatever you could call it, was split in two. In one part, he felt as he did in that moment so many years ago before he had chosen to take in the child; a mild annoyance that this creature even dare exist. The other half of him was the real, current him. The him that felt like an unwilling passenger in a memory that was twisted. He felt like he was experiencing everything first person, like he was doing it himself but had no control. This was the part he could always tell was kind of a dream, since he was still lucid enough to feel like himself, even if he couldn’t reason enough to realize he was asleep. And as himself, he felt sick. Angry. He wanted to puke. He wanted nothing more than to strangle himself, to kill the him that would kill his son, to drop to the ground and just stare at the remains of his child and sob until his eye ran dry and his throat bled. But he couldn’t, not in the dream, because the worse him, the him that he could have been if things were shifted slightly to the left, still had control. He couldn’t stand to hear the life be drained from his son, couldn’t stand to be reminded of how ignorant he’d been when they met, but he couldnt stop it, either. He hated it, he hated it so much.

The worse him carried on, like he always did on the nightmare nights. He cleaned up the bloodied and mangled remains of what was once just a frightened and innocent child and continued on with his day. The rest of the day went as it always did, which infuriated the real Schlatt more, since he would have had no way of knowing what he’d robbed himself of. But he’d soon learn. Because at this point in the dream, real schlatt disappeared. He no longer felt what he would really feel, only his past self’s emotions, and it made it all so much worse.

Days passed in the dream, going on normally. No thoughts of the little borrower, nothing changing. Nothing changed from how he had lived before…until Quackity broke up with him. Time warped, not like he could tell in the dream, but months passed. Months passed and he saw Quackity less and less often. Months passed and he found new lovers, and they moved in down the hallway. He didn’t want to talk to them. He didn’t want to do much of anything.

He started drinking more. He had always been a heavyweight, but he needed to get drunk. He needed the distraction. He was alone, he was so lonely, he just wanted it to stop. Months passed faster and more often than not he was passing out drunk on the couch instead of sleeping in an actual bed. He picked up smoking again. Not that he didn’t smoke often anyway, but his packs seemed to be disappearing quicker and quicker. Quackity tried to reach out more often, he saw how Schlatt was declining but he became bitter and angry, often lashing out at him in a drunken rage, and there was nothing Q could do to help him. There was nothing anyone could do to help him anymore.

The dream always ended the same way, too. He was on the couch, barely conscious after his god knows how many at this point bottle of whatever he was drinking, having some stupid argument with Quackity. Probably about his health, which Schlatt would laugh at before proceeding to feel something wrong. Something in his chest. Now, Schlatt in real life did not know what a heart attack felt like, but they probably weren’t as painful as the dream made them out to be. Part of him thinks it’s his own subconscious being mad at him for still thinking about that moment so much, even after it had all turned out for the better, but those were his thoughts after he woke up.

In the dream, he laid on the floor, after trying and failing to stumble off the couch, blood staining his dominant hand and arm as the bottle he was holding shattered on the floor and cut open his palm. He tried to scream, to sob in pain, to beg any god that would listen for some kind of mercy, but something wouldn’t let him. He laid in silence. That child he killed never got to scream or plead or beg, why should he? He was starting to lose grasp of the things around him. The panicked, cracking voice of his ex-fiancé above him, a professional sounding voice on a speaker phone updating how long it would be until someone got there, pressure on his chest and air being forced into his lungs. It wasn’t working. He could barely make out Quackity’s face anymore. He could barely feel the tears that fell from his eyes onto his own face. He could barely hear Quackity trying to refrain from sobbing and just trying to keep him awake. It didn’t work. No one came in time.

He died there, every time. He died in his early twenties having drunk himself to death and in the arms of a man who he had once loved but couldn’t even have been bothered to be around for the last few months of his life. He died having accomplished nothing but self pity and loathing. No final words, no final goodbyes. A fitting end for someone like him.

***

He always woke up in a cold sweat, tears pouring out of his eyes. He had never been good at remembering dreams, but this one he remembered every time, always in excruciating, vivid detail. He never knew what to do, so he laid there, hand over his mouth, stifling sobs. Sometimes he would think about it to hard, re-play it all over and over, remind himself of what a monster he could’ve been. That he used to be. Sometimes he couldn’t help but let the wet, sickening crunch fill his ears over and over, let his brain conjure up the sickly scent of iron, make himself sick. Only sometimes did he feel bad enough after waking up that he needed to puke. Tonight was one of those nights.

He spent who knows how long just leaning over the toilet bowl, face pale and dripping with sweat, just trying to stop the vomiting and the nausea that came over him to no avail. His knuckles where clenched white around the porcelain. He knew it could have happened. He knew how close he was to that life. Hell, that’s probably exactly how it would have gone down if he hadn’t met Tubbo. Tubbo was the reason he stopped smoking. Tubbo was the reason he had stopped his unhealthy drinking habits, god knows how addicted he had been back in school. He bettered himself for the sake of his son, his main supporter, the light of his life in more ways than he could ever explain, he wouldn’t have accomplished anything he had recently without him.

Tubbo had saved his life just as much as Schlatt had saved his.

He loved his son more than anything, he hated anything that would have or could hurt him, and with that came the unfortunate truth: there was a part of himself that he hated, that he could never forgive. And there was nothing he could do to change that.

#cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dad’s troubles au #tw death #tw gore #i’m not sorry at all #>:)#i hope y’all like this cause i wanted to make the most horrifically sad thing i could think of what didn’t effect the actual canon of this

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jtkys · 8 months

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I know I'm spamming you but i don't really care /lh Any adult pasta/proxies that you see as AroAce? Or any on the A-spec?

Lmao don’t worry I like the asks!! Keeps me busy and my brain working >:)

slender, definitely. Infact all of the slenders(except of course offender but I refuse to write about him because I hate him)

Masky and hoodie (NOT TIM AND BRIAN) I don’t think they’re aroace but I doubt they feel any romantic attraction, and if they did, would probably have a sick and twisted way of showing it or dealing with it (killing the person they’re attracted to)

I think toby is asexual (or Demisexual) because of the $A trauma with his dad, and I personally think Jane is too (atleast to some extent I think she’s on the ace spectrum)

I think toby, Jeff and ej are demiromantic. I hc they all have pretty bad trust issues, and if you wanted to date any of them you’d have to know them super well, have been friends with them for ages, and probably risked your life a few times for them lmao. They’ve been hurt too much before and are absolutely not willing to be vulnerable with a person unless they’re 100% sure they are trustworthy and won’t put them through the same shit again.

I think Kate, Liu and LJ are aroace, too. Or Liu is definitely, like his brother, demiromantic because of severe trust issues and trauma.

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unfortunate--moth · 6 months

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Milgranon, hello again 🫡

Been thinking about what genres everyone's first songs would be, don't mind meeee

Yuma - I'm feeling hyperpop, bright and flashy, to accompany the visuals of the mystery labyrinth. A very upbeat tone, and the song would show some of the mysteries being solved in the labyrinth- no other context though. Each chorus would go dark for a second and show him doing the sword slice before a culprit drops dead.

Halara - Here I'm thinking the type of noir, like the old kind of detective shows? Grim and bleak visuals, and would mainly focus on them coldly accepting money, solving mysteries and beating up those who get in their way. The particular murder I imagine for them is them getting particularly angry and beating a guy so hard they break his neck, so I'm thinking there'd be a lot of people suddenly twisting their head in the MV.

Desuhiko - Rock. Rock, I'm thinking kind of fast rock. The song would focus on the split second that he made an order that he wasn't qualified for and what was racing through his mind then. I'm thinking the song focuses on the split second nature of it, using really short fast notes, and it ends super abruptly, with no warning before the instruments fade out.

Fubuki - Pop, but the kind that sounds really trauma-dumpy. The song would keep looping in on itself, reaching the chorus before the main melody goes back around 20 seconds, but the time it goes back each time decreases. The notes would reach higher and higher in pitch each time the track loops as well. Just before it goes back each time, it would show the person dying, and each loop closes in on Fubuki's face, who grows more desperate alongside the rising pitch. The song would fade out with Fubuki exhausted and unable to go back any further, just staring at the body.

Vivia - Acoustic, definitely. It would show him just living his life for the most part, in dreary colours as he trudges along. Every so often the colour become even darker before the sounds become rough and the screen goes dark for a few seconds. Then the colours return to what they were and Vivia continues going about his day. The fourth time this happens, you're able to catch a glimpse of a knife and the screen goes dark before a flatline sound can be heard and the song ends.

Yakou - Lofi, and the MV is very heavy on symbolism. The first part of the MV shows him and a bird. He cares for the bird, lovingly protecting it and shielding it from any dangers. During this section however, the image keeps flashing to what looks like a man breathing heavily while holding a knife. Halfway through, there's an explosion and it cuts to Yakou, holding a knife while looking down at something. The bird is then shown dead on the floor, with Yakou standing over it and seemingly looking somewhere else. The rest of the MV is Yakou pacing around, while flashes of the dead bird and him holding a knife are shown.

If you have any questions about any of my ideas, please feel free to ask me btw :)

OOOHHH OOUGHGH HELLO MILGRANON THIS IS SO GOOD GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I feel like I can't comment too much about the music specifically because I'm honestly not very knowledgeable on music even though I love it. I love ALL of this though I can picture the visuals so clearly in my brain its GREAT you're very good at showing through words!!! I also agree with all the genres and I especially love the Fubuki one where it keeps repeating and getting more desperate. Also reading Yuma's immediately made me think about Nero's Day at Disneyland? That kind of vibe fits the Mystery Labyrinth I think!!!

Im also OBSESSED with the symbolism you have for Yakou's like omg... Actually all of the symbolism and the metaphors and such you used like its so sick!!! You're making me desperately wanting this to be real /lh

But yeah this is all GREAT thank you so much for sharing I can see all of this in my brain so vividly I love it I love it.

As for like... In this alternate world where the viewers wouldn't know the characters I'm going to like. give my best guess on what people would vote them as based only on what you gave me!!

Yuma: I feel like it would be very strange, especially since it would be the first one. But I can imagine it being everyone's immediate red flag when you can actually see him swinging his sword. If you took voice dramas into account I think that would make the voting even more complicated. So I think it would be very close but for the first round he'd be Innocent. Halara: I think it would be majority Guilty. They'd probably have some very dedicated fans though who are digging up the evidence to prove they're innocent and analyzing all of the people they get their money from and all of the people they beat up... But yeah I think it'd be majority Guilty. Desuhiko: This would be one of the more difficult ones. Like I feel like it has so little information on the surface if you don't already know what's happening. Especially if his disguises are also in play. Who is this unrelated guy? Is that his victim? Is it someone he knows? I don't think any of them would reveal their Fortes to Es and by extension the viewers so it'd be very hard to tell what's happening. And I think because of that for the first round he'd be voted Innocent because there just isn't enough info to condemn him for this first trial. Fubuki: Innocent for sure. I'm sure a small group would see her as guilty, but the viewers would probably pick up pretty quickly on how desperately she was trying to undo it and how it was most likely a mistake. I think added with whatever her Voice Drama would be would paint her in a VERY sympathetic light. so I think she'd be majorly voted Innocent. Vivia: Another one that is clouded in mystery. It doesn't tell us what exactly he did, why he did it, or what any of his motivation was. It just lets us know that, yes, he did in fact kill someone. I think the parts where it starts to go dark would be very heavily analyzed and could be taken in so many different ways by viewers. Taking the Voice Drama into account and how we talked about how he would be mostly honest but very very non descriptive. Everyone would just know that he wanted to live peacefully, and whoever it is he killed got in the way of that, but there isn't a lot of information. So all of that to say... I think it would be another close one, but ultimately he'd end up as Guilty. That said I think he'd be like a fan favorite. Yakou: I think with how symbolic his first MV would be, he'd also be very hotly debated among the fans. People would debate what the explosion means. If the explosion is what actually killed the bird and if the knife is a misdirect. But at the same time it very obviously shows him standing over that bird with a knife, so it's VERY easy to draw your own conclusions that whoever this bird represents must be his victim, because no one else appears in this specific MV. So that HAS to be his victim and he killed it, right? Did he mean to do it? No one really knows. But I think he'd be voted majority Guilty.

all of the fan theories would be WILD too like I can imagine all of the long tumblr analysis posts and theories and people pointing out details n stuff.

But if you agree or disagree with any of my reasoning please let me know!! This is so much fun to come up with I love seeing your asks and chatting about this!!!

#rain code #ask #anonymous #milgranon #rain code cellblock au #moth speaks #god i wish i could make the visuals in my head real #then it would be OVER for all of you /lh #unfortunately i cant animate #but GRAHHH #i want to hear these songs #i want to see these MVs!!!!!#i talked about writing a fic for this #and i might still do that #but it wouldnt be able to capture the same vibe i think

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