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their reactions if MC was fatally wounded by wanderers and passed away
⚘pairings: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader
⚘tags: sfw, gender-neutral MC, established relationship, loss and grief, ANGST, alcohol consumption (in xavier's part), very slight chapter 7/8 spoilers (in rafayel's part)
⚘a/n: sorry xavier's is shorter, i'm still figuring out his character! also can you tell i have a bias um hehe,,,
╰┈➤ ❝ XAVIER. ❞
is devastated by the news, and blames himself for not being there as their hunting partner to protect them and keep them safe
he drowns his grief in liquor at The Nest—the bartender worries for his sudden habit, but xavier's lips are locked tight, and so he doesn't pry. the best he can do is cut him off before his veins are more alcohol than blood
he also takes it out on the wanderers he fights from then on, hoping that the next one's throat he slits is the one who took his precious MC away from him
on calmer days, he brings flowers to their grave whenever he's able—he'll sit and chat about everything and nothing in the hopes that somehow, somewhere, they're still listening
╰┈➤ ❝ ZAYNE. ❞
would be in the ER doing everything he can to save them
....but it's not enough
the guilt of their life slipping through his fingers weighs heavy on him. but he never lets it show
he already spends a lot of time at work, but after they pass, he throws himself fully into his job
he's even more clinical and impersonal than ever and fully embodies the "cold and distant dr. zayne" title everyone else thought of him (everyone but MC)
he doesn't allow himself to get close to anyone anymore—after all, the ones he opens his heart to always get taken away from him
he keeps himself busy 24/7. if he allows even a moment's break, he starts thinking, and thinking is bad
his already frequent nightmares worsen, and he finds himself pulling even more all-nighters than usual to avoid them
bonus extra angsty alternate ending: his lack of sleep and inner anguish affect him to the point of messing up a delicate surgery. he resigns that same day.
╰┈➤ ❝ RAFAYEL. ❞
thomas is unable to contact him for days. texts and voicemails remain unanswered, deadlines are fast approaching with no updates... but, isn't this normal behaviour from the antisocial artist?
it's not until finding out about MC's passing a week later that thomas realizes he should have been more persistent with rafayel. but would it have even mattered? when rafayel is in a mood, it's near impossible to find/reach him, nevermind pull him out of it
weeks pass with still no word, and thomas regrets his last conversation with rafayel—pressing him to finish his latest painting, with an eager buyer already waiting
thomas does his best to manage cancelling rafayel's many interview and art show invitations without stirring up concerns. rafayel is already known to be dodgy with such things, though, which thankfully buys him some time
rafayel is finally spotted some time later on the beach just off his home studio, drenched to his bones and wandering aimlessly barefoot along the coast
he hasn't touched a paintbrush in ages, and has completely forgotten the inspiration for his last unfinished piece
he's spent nearly the entire time in the sea. the rocking of the waves and the rush of his heartbeat in his ears keep him distracted more than painting ever could
his muse is gone, and with it his flame. he spent all this time to find them... just to lose them again. his poor heart just can't bear it
one day he leaves one last cryptic message to thomas, dons his scales once more, and returns to the sea forever
#i maybe got a bit intense with rafayel's hfhds#zayne's was the first to come from this idea and writing it made me sad#love and deepspace#rafayel#rafayel x reader#zayne#zayne x reader#xavier#xavier x reader#hcs#zayne really be like 'conceal don't feel don't let it show' ❄️#elsa coded /hj
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yo i saw ur rb && feel free to write about the renting concept!!! if u do pls tag me i’d love to see <33 😋
😻😻 rhanks genie
(yandere! rental boyfriend x gn! reader) (shitpost kinda) (concept based on this post)
you know, it's not like you were ugly, dumb or poor. in fact, you consider yourself rather attractive, smart and quite rich. but it seems that no one has noticed that which... might've been why you were single for a very long period of time.
very meaning from when you were born up until recently.
you had always desired for a relationship. wanting to experience the joys of love, the romance, the contentment you get whenever you're with that special someone.
unfortunately you never got to experience that. never. even after putting down your dignity and renting a boyfriend.
you had rented a rather pretty looking guy from this... dodgy website called 'rent-a-darling'? was that the name? it probably is. what a weird website it's called. anyways, it was basically a rental boyfriend/girlfriend website and you had absolutely struck gold with it.
perfect face, perfect body, incredibly intelligent... he was basically a work of art. and his personality wasn't half that bad either! he cracked jokes and they were entertaining enough! he made you laugh, feel better about your miserable love life...
but he just wasn't it.
so you decided to end contact with him. there was no point in continuing that rental service anyways. it's not like he'd like you back even if you fell for him.
except that was exactly what happened?? a few days after you officially ended your contact with your absolute god of a rental boyfriend, he showed up at your doorstep, panting as a lovesick look paints his beautiful features.
you were concerned to say the least. after all, you had never seen him act in such a way before. which was why you allowed him in... which led you to your current situation which was far from ideal.
"could you let me go please? my arms are sore..."
"you know, you're really cute like this."
you merely sigh in response, looking away as you grow awkward under his obsessed gaze. this has been the fifth day since he tied you up, only allowing you to leave the bed for meals and the toilet.
and in those five days he's openly admitted to be in love with you.
while it was nice and endearing to hear such words, you only wish it was from someone you actually loved back. and maybe not as crazy as this guy was.
"can you please let me go? do you want money or something? i can give it to you-"
"what i want is your love, and that cannot be bought with money."
he interjects promptly, still smiling at you with his pearly white teeth which were honestly starting to creep you out. why were they so white? why was he so objectively perfect? and why was he madly obsessed with you?
"hey can i just ask something? why are you so obsessed? like just why."
he pauses for a second, hummung contently as he shuts his eyes for a bit.
"I'm not sure why,"
his eyes open again and he continues his sentence. this time, you can't help but feel an impending sense of dread in your gut when he speaks.
"i guess i just really adore you."
he then giggles oddly, tugging at your bedsheets as his face nears yours.
"you complete me, my love."
you grimace as his face nears yours. ugh, what you wanted was that lovey dovey shit you saw on television. not whatever this was. kidnapping and constant moans of how your captor loves you.
but oh well, it is a relationship. just not the one you wanted. maybe you could learn to deal with it-
"darling! if you tell me how much you love me, block everyone else you know, leave your job, and promise to run away with me, I'll untie you! how about it?"
...yeah, you're not dealing with this. perhaps you're just not meant for love.
#suiana's sinners#suiana's secret lover#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere concept#yandere rental boyfriend#yandere rental boyfriend x reader#suiana rambling#suiana brainrotting
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How much did you pay sebulba for that FAKE confession? #freesebulba !!!!!! Or is is a rudimentary ms paint job eh? I saw a few dodgy pixels while i gazed into his beautiful begoggled eyes
Those were weather phenomena common on Malastare
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𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: in which Yandere Skarlet and her darling move back to Earthrealm.
𝕰𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: yandere
𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: yandere behaviour, murder, changed plot lines lol, housewife vibes
The situation you were in was… peculiar to say the least. Skarlet wished to finish her life in the Netherrealm and settle with you in Earthrealm. You were definitely cautious towards the entire situation. The loyalty she had dedicated to Shao Kahn was fierce, but as you came to see, the loyalty bled away when she wandered into your room one midnight.
She staggered to your sleeping form, carefully stroking your face. You sleepily open your eyes as she stares lovingly at you. Your grip on your blanket tightens as blood is splattered on her face.
“Shh, my angel. I have found a way for us to be happy. I have hired an assassin to come and kill Shao Kahn. Upon his guard finding his corpse, we shall hide away and abdicate the throne,” she murmurs to you. Blood painted your face with each stroke as your face contorts in thought.
“But… where will we go? We can’t exactly hide with the Kytinn or take refuge with the Linn Kue monks,” you whisper back frightened. She shushes you again.
“Shh my darling. We shall leave and go to Earthrealm, where you used to live. I shall retire my status here, and live amongst you and the other mortals. We shall live as people,” she explains excitedly, pushing your head against her chest. Your heart starts pounding.
“I- I’m going home?!” You whisper to yourself. Skarlet’s claws dig into you slightly.
“WE are going to Earthrealm. I have it all figured out. If your home is still functional, we shall reside there. We can get jobs, and learn to live amongst the mortals. You will teach me how to live as one of you,” she explains giddily, letting you go.
“What do you say, my angel?”
It was incredible having a sense of control back in your life. Despite the fact that your old home was destroyed, you managed to find a dodgy apartment complex that asked no questions. You had to find a job since Skarlet had very… limited… social skills (and life skills in general). She was curious about everything in the apartment. It was honestly kind of cute when she jumped and went to draw her blades when the toaster popped.
Even introducing her to microwaveable meals was an experience. You found she enjoyed darker red meats, and wasn’t too keen on more vegetarian dishes.
She was not keen at all to let you go find work again, not in the slightest. You had to explain to her gently that until she can fully adjust to being a human in modern society, it would be better that you focus on working while she tends to the home. Skarlet was still moody about it, until you said that it can be her way of taking care of you. You explain that she can learn quicker by cooking meals for you both, and keeping the flat clean prevents illness. This perks her up substantially.
She even takes it upon herself to try to learn to write English/your language. She asks you to help her learn, so you bring back preschool books. It offends her, sure, but you have to explain to her that it’s better to start from scratch so she can learn quicker. And learn quicker she does; in the space of 2 weeks, she is filling out the workbooks miraculously quick and with 100% accuracy. She ends up working at a 17 year old level in a month, and after 2 she’s possibly more fluent in writing than you!
The transition for Skarlet from being royalty to a regular person is bizarre. She was so used to people fearing her and respecting her from the sound of her name alone, to having next to no one give a shit about her. She finds it humiliating when you gently correct her about something, going pink every time the toaster pops and she still jumps, or accidentally burns the food.
As much as she gets embarrassed, she adores seeing you thrive. She loves seeing you ramble about your day at work, but clenches her fist when you talk about your coworkers (something you learn to stop talking about). It makes guilt rot in her stomach; if she was struggling here when she came of her own will, how did you feel when you were taken against your will?
It takes a while to find a system that works, but when you do, it sticks. You wake up for work, give Skarlet a kiss as you get ready and go downstairs for breakfast. You choke down some slightly burnt pancakes, give her another kiss and leave. Skarlet cleans up, does some more reading and workbooks, then makes herself some lunch (usually a raw steak). She then busies herself on making dinner, wanting you to have a nice hot meal for when you came back. You come back, give her a kiss and eat dinner, then wash up and go to bed.
Skarlet never knew she could enjoy submitting to someone and taking care of someone so much. She loves seeing you thrive in something that you’re good at, and slipping back into a comforting routine that you can both enjoy.
She is still definitely a yandere. She keeps an incredibly close eye on you, and is still very possessive but she lets the reign loose a lot more too.
#yandere x reader#yandere skarlet#yandere skarlet mk11#yandere skarlet x reader#yandere mortal kombat 11 x reader#yandere mortal kombat 11#yandere mk11#yandere mk11 x reader#yandere mortal kombat x reader#yandere mortal kombat#yandere mk#skarlet mk11
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Fic Snippet: In Buccleuch Docks
I have a snippet from a Nobby WIP that actually touches upon the topics of my last two asks, so... for anyone interested!...
This was a fic toying with inventing a Nobby visit to Barrow (specifically to be displayed in the docks for a week) in the early '60s, mostly as an excuse for me to have him see the steelworks engines and Edward again, for the first time since 1941. Not sure if this is going to be "canon" or not, but it was fun to draft.
1964, maybe
There was a pause, as both watched the great yellow-and-black hammerhead crane slowly swing a piece of container freight. Coppernob was impassive as ever, but Edward was smiling.
It was the blue engine who next spoke. "Town has never been the same without you… I expect you’re getting a good many visitors here?"
"By the train-load," said Coppernob, matter-of-factly. "They really ought to have put me at the new station. Me being here is a disruption to dock operations."
"They may move you, yet. Have you seen the new station?"
"No. But you needn't wrack your smokebox thinking how to break the news gently. I know very well how ugly it is."
Edward smiled again, tamping down a nostalgic sadness that he knew Coppernob wouldn't appreciate. (Or that he would appreciate, but would take aim at anyway, by reflex.) "Gordon complained about the new station every night for two years."
"He left off complaining too soon." Coppernob eyed the younger engine, committing several mechanical alterations to memory. "Are those new frames?"
"No?"
"Don't take that tone with me. Well, if they're the same old, then that paint is doing wonders. New boiler?"
"No."
"Then why did they raise it?"
"They did swap out for a new one, while mine was in repairs, and that one required these braces. It seems they liked the look. I'm still not so sure."
"No one cares what you think, son," said Coppernob dryly. "If you please your directors, it's all that matters."
"Thanks, Nobby. Can always count on you."
"Always. You're still taking main line trains, then?"
"Not often." Edward grew quite animated. "My friend BoCo usually takes this train. He offered it to me for a day so that I could come see you. He's a class 28 — you've seen them, haven't you? The main line diesel-electrics that are stabled here. Do you know, they were built by the company that merged with Vickers?"
"All right, son." Coppernob eyed him askance. Not exactly reproving, but bemused. "I didn't need your friend's life story." A faint blush began to grow on the Seagull's smokebox. "So what do you do these days, when you're not swapping jobs with dodgy diesels?"
"He's not dodgy..."
#fic snippts#jobeywrites#coppernob things#ttte edward#not sure it's worth tagging gordon although i love him for having correct opinions that he will not let go of <3#ttte shipping#(though you can easily ignore it if you squint)
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I love that charles loves the team so much and is such a team player, but it annoys me to no end that the person on the other side of the garage is the exact opposite to this. Everytime charles qualified behind and they end up in similar positions on track charles will be willing to be the team player, he'll say he understands carlos gets preference cause he's ahead, "it's up to me to do a better job on Saturday" etc, etc, he never asks for it to be made easier for him. If carlos qualifies behind, we get situations like Austria where he'll go against the teams strategy and demand he be let through because he's faster despite that not being true. Not to mention the blocking in qualy and the dodgy moves on track à la monza last year. Yet somehow carlos has this reputation of being a team player despite there being more instances of him hindering the team/his teammate than helping. The only time he actually acts as a team player is when it's the most obvious thing in the world and he sees the opportunity to milk it (like when he had a grid penalty in France 22 and gave the tow) and even then he managed to mess it up and still made a big deal about "teamwork" in the press to boost his PR. I can't wait for him to be someone elses problem.
So true 🫱🏻🫲🏻
Coming back to this ask because I just watched the Channel 4 Suzuka coverage and no joke they had a full puff piece on Carlos in the context of his current form, results, and especially what's been touted as a "feel good story" with his appendicitis -> winning Australia two weeks later. They tried to push the idea of "did Ferrari fire the wrong driver, are they regretting their decision" so hard while saying Charles has had a "meh" season so far (hasn't finished any lower than fourth so far despite his brake issues in Bahrain but I digress) and even put the question directly to Fred (who thankfully didn't rise to the bait and just neutrally talked about focusing on this season.)
So he's definitely got momentum and public opinion on his side with the whole sympathy narrative combined with the results (aided by a hefty dose of luck) raising his stock considerably. If you just look at things from the public/media's perspective... sure it's going to look like Ferrari shot themselves in the foot, like they underestimated Carlos, etc. On paper he's the perfect driver—across articles and in broadcast commentary he's been described as a consummate professional, hard worker, team player and so on. But if you've been following Ferrari closely for a number of years and have been invested in what's going on in that team specifically and aren't just taking a broad view then the cracks start to show. Like you said, we've seen him impede Charles before, we've seen him disobey team orders for his own benefit. These incidents might not be brought up and dissected by the media (or if they are discussed it's usually to paint CS in a positive light, like with the whole "strategy genius" narrative) but it doesn't change the fact that they've happened.
Like say, Max, Carlos is one of these drivers where, when you hire him, you're not just getting him but also his familial entourage as well. It's no secret that Sainz Senior is closely involved with his son's career in a capacity that goes far beyond occasionally attending races to cheer on and support him. Most recently he's been seen hustling, attending meetings with various team principals, and I doubt they met up for tea and biscuits. He's very obviously there for business, lobbying on Carlos's behalf. The access he's granted is far beyond anything a "normal" parent is privy to—because why was he privy to classified information regarding Ferrari's 2023 car and why did he feel the need to tell the media about it with this kind of assurance that next year the car will suit Carlos better. 🤨 He wants to be involved and steer the ship in a direction that best suits Carlos. And that's something you're going to have to contend with and deal with as Carlos's prospective employer.
We know from what Marko and to a lesser degree Horner have said that the Toro Rosso years were far from easy when they had to deal with two highly involved dads prone to politicking within the team—so much so that they had to split them up sooner rather than later, and Max's promotion to Red Bull kind of solved that issue for them. We've seen the impact of this politicking on Ferrari.
Bottom line: if it was only down to Carlos's results then yeah, I'm sure it would be a nonsensical call from Ferrari. But they know far more than we do, they're the ones having to manage both of these drivers and their whole entourage and keep the peace within. Carlos is also the only non-Red Bull driver to win a race in 2023, so it's not like they weren't aware he could bring in these results—and they still elected to let him go for next year, so clearly there must be other factors at play that contributed to this decision. So yeah, ditto to your last sentence 🫱🏻🫲🏻
#replies#anonymous#discussions and predictions#and like if they do regret it........... well it'll be on them. time will tell#it's just annoying to constantly deal with people's bafflement at like WHY did ferrari let him go when he's been PERFECT for them#like no he hasn't the issues are very much there you're just choosing to be ignorant
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The Whispering Statue, The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #14 (1937 and 1970)
The Whispering Statue was first published in 1937, but was generally considered to be a weak and bewildering story which meant when the original pre-war titles were revised, updated and reissued in the 1960s, in the “classic” yellow binding, this story received the most extensive overhaul with the 1970 version bearing very little resemblence to its forerunner.
In the more recent version, Nancy is hired by a Mrs Merriam, a collector of rare books, to expose a man named Basswood, who has been commissioned to sell some of her most valuable editions, but whom the lady believes is a swindler who is underpaying her. While investigating this case, Nancy is also drawn into trying to solve the baffling theft of a marble garden statue that not only supposedly “whispers” but which bears an uncanny resemblance to Nancy herself. Nancy goes undercover and gets a job working for the dodgy dealer and later discovers that when the statue is located and returned, it turns out to be a fake. Hot on the trail of both the dealer and a crooked sculptor, Nancy and her friends, as is fairly usual in their adventures, face threats and at least two attempted kidnappings. At one stage Nancy is covered in the statue’s mould, enabling her to provide the “whispering” of the book’s title. The real bad guys turn out to be a group of art thieves, in cahoots with Basswood, whom it takes all Nancy’s detective skills and ingenuity to finally outwit and capture.
Although it is good to see Nancy, Bess and George able to handle themselves without having to be continually rescued by their tedious boyfriends or Carson Drew (George’s judo comes in handy on a couple of occasions), the plot has some surreal moments (the girls kneeling inside some empty picture frames pretending to be paintings to fool a bad guy was particularly outlandish), and feels a little thrown together. It is often said that the original, although dense and confusing, actually had a better plot.
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One fin wonder 3
Welcome to one fin wonder!
Cw: panic attack, mentions of blood and guts, reader is 14, Steven chapter with a little bit of Marc!
Enjoy! :)
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Today's your day off, that whole computer Kevin boy thing was exactly two days ago, you hoped the craziness of your week would stop there.
But it was just the beginning.
You headed out to buy groceries, you were getting tired of Ramen noodles.
As you headed out to the shops, you found yourself in a crowded area.
You hated crowds.
Your breath becoming heavier and you felt as if everyone was staring at you, you tried to catch your breath until you knees buckled beneath you.
You fell to the ground holding back tears, with sharp heavy breaths you managed to scoot away from the path where people walked, until-
"Oop!"
Huh?
"Oh darling are you alright?" The- the guy it's him!
He reached his hand out to you and you hesitated, the state you were in you didn't want ANYONE to see you.
He wiggled his hand in front of your red welled up eyes
"C'mon, it's okay, I don't bite" he said in a calm collected voice careful not to frighten you more
Your shakey hand went out to grab his, and when you did he pulled you up slowly to us level.
"Oh dear are you okay? You seemed to have had a panic attack" he said
"Uhm.. uh yeah.. thank you-" "you're the kid from the shop!" He said allowed and quickly hushed himself.
"I'm sorry for bumping into you dear, I was in a rush, I had a date you see? And I was running late to go home and get ready and-"
"No no i-i got it" you interrupted him as he apologized for rambling
"Hey, I know this may be a little dodgy, but would you like to grab a cup of coffee? Or..tea?" He asked.
"Oh! Yeah sure, I was going grocery shopping anyways don't worry"
"Great!" He grabbed your hand and hurriedly ran out of the crowd as you squeezed your eyes shut.
When you got out you headed for the grocery store, the shops didn't have what you wanted.
"So!..what's your name?"
...
"Y/n."
"Lovely name!, I'm Steven grant"
Steven grant.
Steven..grant....
Nope, never heard of him.
On the walk you two started to talk about your jobs
"Yeah and her names Donna"
"Well Donna sounds like she has a stick up her ass"
"Hey!" He chuckles lightly punching you on the shoulder, he was kinda friendly now that you think about it.
Once you reached the coffee shop, he asked "Yeah and uhm for them.."
"Anything with chocolate is good for me "
"Oh okay then-" he stumbled over his words for your order, he told you to go sist down and he'd be right with you, he's like your
Like your dad.
.
.
.
You began to think about your father..
He wasn't a bad dad, but he was never around and, your mom...
"Heya! Here ya go" he handed you your drink as you began to sip from it.
"Sat next to you in your own chair and began to drink his tea
"Anything on your mind dear?"
"My parents."
"Oh dear they must be worried sick! I already paid the lady, come on now hon, oh dear what would they think about when they see you've been hanging out with-"
"They won't care."
"I don't live with them"
"Oh.. oh dear really? But you're so young" he said with worry patting your shoulder
"My mom lives with her boyfriend."
"And your father?"..
You look down into your drink
And a small tear drops into it
"Oh dear I'm sorry I didn't want to make you cry"
You sniffle "it- its okay, I just..I don't like bringing him up so much." You put your drink onto the table and push your chair back a little
" well I'm sorry" would you like anything to eat? You look a little skinny, not saying that's a bad thing of course I'm just saying-" your laughter interrupts him, he looks at you curiously
"You're very skiddish aren't you Mr. Grant?" You giggle
"Well I'm careful not to make people feel like there trapped in a box with me"
"Well yeah but, I am kinda hungry now that I think about it"
"Well! I know a place to get a good burrito!"
You left and got a burrito, and found out he was vegan, saw a man painted gold, took pictures, and left
You both said your goodbyes
Just to remember you forgotten groceries.
"God dammit "..
You walk up into your flat, and see
A man
A man is in your flat, and you just shut the door as loud as you could.
Dear God.
He looks back to you and rushes towards you
You dodge him and run to the kitchen
But when you go to grab a knife he grabs it from your hands and makes a small cut into your arm.
You yelp out in pain and kick him in the crotch.
You run as fast as you could to your room and grab your phone.
Until you hear.
Glass shattering.
A man screaming.
Bones snapping.
And raspy breath.
You creak open your door.
To see a white suit.
With a mask, his eyes were glowing white and he was speaking into a mirror as if it were responding.
He sounded so familiar.
"Holy shit.." you whisper.
His head snaps into your direction
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.
.
"Y/n?."
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To be continued.
#marc spector x teen!reader#steven grant x teen!reader#jake lockley x teen!reader#moonknight x teen!reader
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Head Canons Crowley
Just a small list to get them out there. Some devised with @v0litioncheck.
** Crowley does eat but very rarely. It falls under a fairly common theme in some of my head canons for him as "snake tendencies". He tends toward larger meals, after which he will take a lengthy nap. Usually around two days otherwise he's extremely cranky.
** In continuing with that theme, Crowley runs fairly cold. He greatly enjoys summer and may be found on top of high buildings in London basking in the sun (beaches are too crowded and people stare too much).
** Modern times (the 20th and 21th century) have been kind for Crowley, who really isn't too interested in doing his job. At least in the way Hell likes it done. He prefers a bit of chaos and bad vibes to murder and mayhem. Oh he'll inadvertently cause a death without too much of a twinge of guilt, but being directly involved just isn't his style. Anyway, humans do quite enough atrocities on their own, and all it takes is for a clever demon to keep abreast of the news and take the credit for inspiring the nastier bits.
** When Crowley was cast from heaven, his original name was stripped from him and he had to rename himself. Astonishingly, he was very bad at this. (Sorry, it never ceases to amaze me that in the same book/tv series we have a demon creative and with a powerful enough will to keep a burning car running to his destination yet calls himself Crawley and later changes it to Crowley which is barely more than an intonation change. That's just so funny to me. Definitely from Terry ahem.)
** A large portion of classical paintings and statues of Lucifer are actually modeled off Crowley, who did it all for a laugh after frequently being mistaken for him. Obviously he got in very big trouble down below when the big boss found out, but Lucifer let him off with a warning when Crowley explained how they sewed the seed of doubt and/or lust in the hearts of the devout (because you see, many paintings and statues of Lucifer, even ones in churches, are very sexy and very nude).
** While both demons and angels have the ability to shapeshift, there is some bureaucratic nonsense involved dependent on rank and severity of the change. When Aziraphale and Crowley posed as Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth they were trying to fly under the radar of both Heaven and Hell and instead fashioned costumes (mostly Aziraphale's idea and design because he's dabbled in a bit of stagecraft). During that time, they co-habitate in a boathouse on the Dowlings' property aside from on days off, when they go to London to be themselves for awhile.
** After long consideration and a careful bit of picking through Christian study, secular, and woo (New Age) pages (not fun! I swear Google has gotten fucking worse when it comes to research), and having been given one last clue in a late episode in series two, I've settled on Crowley having been a Seraph before he fell. Most of this decision is to due to snake imagery used in how they're described and it's a pretty good reason why he's stupid powerful. Seraphs are the highest rank in the angelic hierarchy and depending on who you ask, Lucifer was a Seraph before he fell (other sources claim him as Cherub, so idek. Judeo-Christian mythology is a fucking mess). Also a very good theory about why Hell lets him fuck around and do whatever he pleases for the most part. He has been punished for doing too ostentatious acts of kindness, but apparently not so much that he is ever demoted out of temptations. Perhaps having been the snake to corrupt Eve is too big of a gold star in his file to truly justify a demotion. Or he's just such a massive, willful pain in the ass that no one likes to deal with him for much more than a decade or two.
** So...Crowley's human identity appears to be vaguely criminal and definitely dodgy hard bastard. Because all roads lead me to Hellblazer eventually, yes Crowley does know John Constantine and they DO NOT like each other. Generally the idea is that they're bullshit artists that can smell the shit on one another. However they do have an understanding not to fuck around in each other's business.
** Crowley is single handedly keeping several record shops open around London because sometimes he needs to listen to something other than Queen.
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The Summer We Changed
So apparently I had some very specific thoughts about Jeno for the glitch mode comeback that I needed to get out of my system. I thought it would be about 2000 words but like y/n and Jeno's relationship things escalated 🤩 I've split it into three chapters just to make reading easier, but you can just read it all in one.
Please take this for the silly bit of mental escape that it is.
Status:
Complete (06/04/22), 12,284 words, 3 chapters
Summary:
You are a writer in your thirties seeking escape after a bad relationship when you end up accidentally house sharing with an old family friend, who is on summer break from university. Despite attempts to keep everything above board you end up taking things between the sheets. Perhaps this could be the new beginning you are looking for?
Relationships:
Lee Jeno/Reader
Tags:
m/f, jeno/female reader, fluff and smut, older woman/younger man, summer romance, porn with feelings, wet clothing, voice kink, Jeno strong, dirty talk, vaginal sex, blow jobs, skinny dipping, consensual sex, reader-insert, AU.
Link to full work.
Preview:
Chapter 1: The House by the Lake
Thank god that’s over.
Despite the sun doing its best to make you smile the long drive from the city with nothing but your thoughts for company had left you sweaty and, quite frankly, completely shattered. This week could absolutely do one.
It had all started that Monday. You had been on your way to the publisher when your editor called to postpone. Some palaver to do with a printers strike. This was annoying but not exactly life changing. Except it did mean you got home two hours earlier. Two hours in which your boyfriend, who shall only be known henceforth as that F. B. (aka Fucking Bastard), had apparently been planning to spend burying his cock between his secretary’s thighs. It was humiliating enough to be cheated on in your own home after seven years, but as an author you found it even more galling that it was so cliché. Oh well, at least he wasn’t shacking up with my best friend.
In the days that followed there had been a fair bit of shouting and apologising and some throwing of heavy objects and then some more shouting and apologising. All of which ended up in you packing the car and making arrangements to spend the next two months at the only sanctuary you had left.
Now that you stood in the driveway, the Lake House was smaller than you remembered. It belonged to a close friend of your mother’s: Auntie Lee. When you were a child both families would come and stay for much of the summer, spending idle days swimming in the lake or playing games in the meadow beyond. You remembered one year when the fireflies were so numerous it was like a galaxy spread out over the water. You and your sister and the Lee kids had crept out from your bedroom and onto the dock in the dark to watch them. It had felt like you were at the centre of your own universe.
How old had you been then? Fourteen, fifteen? That had been at least twenty years ago, if not more. You’d been back a few times but probably not since you had gone off to university. And yet for some reason it was the first place you’d thought of when being faced with homelessness. When the news broke of that FB’s infidelity, your mom had wanted you to move back in with them. It was tempting but you had a manuscript to finish and now you were over thirty you really valued your privacy. When you’d called Auntie she’d been really happy for you to stay, saying the house had been empty too long and refusing all but a bit of cash to pay for bills.
Dragging your suitcase up to the porch, over the dodgy third step, you go to unlock the door and step back into your past. It really hasn’t changed. Sure, the walls have been painted. Didn’t they used to be green? And that looks like a new couch, but apart from some cosmetic updates it is still the same open-plan downstairs with the view through the back of the house to the lake itself. You stand there for a moment, soaking in the tranquil moment the sun begins to mellow as it moves towards the water, and take a breath. I can do this.
That’s the moment you hear a bang coming from upstairs.
Shit, what was that?
Despite your usual disdain for the idiot in the horror movie who walks towards the eerie noise you do just that. Grabbing the retro glass paper weight from the sideboard as a makeshift weapon, you begin to creep up the stairs. The sounds seem to be coming from the bathroom. You clutch the paper weight tighter as you sneak down the hall, as if you had the upper body strength to take someone down.
Holy shit.
You don’t have time to think of a better plan as the bathroom door opens to reveal a strange man wrapped in only a towel, obviously fresh out the shower. Before he can react you rush at him, hitting him hard on the shoulders.
“OW, HEY WHAT THE FUCK?”
“GET OUT THIS HOUSE YOU PERVERT”
“OUCH, HEY, STOP! STOP! NOONA, STOP IT’S ME”
Noona?
You pause, confused, and the guy seizes the moment to grab your arms and pin them to your sides. He’s strong and now you aren’t attacking him you have time to register his biceps and six pack. Not the time, woman.
“Noona, what are you doing here?”
For the first time you stop struggling and take a good look at his face. The fight drains out of you.
No it can’t be… “Jeno?”
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it’s diving shoulder-first into a bush
when you know it’s gonna hurt
but it’s gonna be fun
and it feels right to hide in the branches
that seem to hold you
pull you in
and call itself your home
it’s riding a bike full-speed into a road sign
because you know it’s gonna hurt like hell
but damn does it feel so good
and that’s another discussion you’d rather have
than this one
it’s the bits of salami still stuck in your teeth
because you feel it, you feel it, you swear
but it’s still there after pulling shred after shred after shred
and you think about how you just told your dentist last week
that food doesn’t really get stuck in your teeth
yet here you are
pulling food from your teeth
it’s local buildings
with their mismatched paint jobs
murals on the walls
and their rusted tin roofs
your family calls them “interesting” as you pass
says they’ve seen better days
and yeah, sure, maybe
but you can’t help but think they’re beautiful
it’s being so road-ridden
that you’re convinced the stopped car is still shifting
swearing that the swaying leaves are shifting
swearing the car is shifting in a way it shouldn’t
or rolling backwards ever so slowly
it’s “god, i’m so sick of seeing 3 AM”
and all the songs you’ve heard before
the ones that make you squirm but you can’t say why
the ones you’d love to scream even if they’re a lie
the bands who are everything you want to be
the ones who are like you
the ones who are open and blatant and unapologetic
the ones writing for an audience you don’t think is you
but it’s written for an audience just like you
it’s standing naked on the side of a florida highway
there is nowhere to be
there are no cars
or maybe there are
but you couldn’t care enough to look for them
it’s the visual in your mind having one more part you don’t have
and missing the one you barely do
with a solid gray sky
and you stand there
arms outstretched
with rain between light rain and just barely not a storm
and it feels like it should just pass through you
but you feel it barely
and it feels so good but so wrong
and you can’t tell if that’s regarding whether you should or shouldn’t feel it
it’s double-taking because
you think you saw your old high school’s logo on a billboard
only to find a tree
reaching dark against the pale sky
and you remember in hindsight that you hated it there
but can’t help but laugh that it’s going to be a part of you forever
stuff like that builds character, your teacher said
it’s the first wawa you’ve set foot in in a year
feeling so out of place
but still so familiar
wishing you had a place like this at home
and knowing you never will
not while you live there
it’s two rumbles coursing through your core
it’s the familiar rumble of hunger
that you’ll forget about in a few minutes
and suddenly you won’t be hungry again
it’s the split-second lightning bolt only you spot
and the too-gentle rumble of thunder
that you feel from your toes to your gut
the one you so adore but you so fear
it’s not even an hour into the state
and finding three of the flag
that screams at you
you are not safe here
not here, not here
and so it’s tense jaws and it’s clenched muscles
and it’s risen brows and it’s flared nostrils
and it’s dodgy eyes and tipping the brim of the cap
and you’ve never been more grateful for that city and that school
it’s the birdsong you can hear through the car and the traffic
something you didn’t know you could hear
but god are you glad that you are
because it takes your mind off of everything
makes you stop to embrace the beauty
that lingers for maybe a second
before you tear off back on your way on the highway
it’s shapes and colors
and it’s the masculine side of feminine
and it’s butches and femmes
and it’s my agender friends
and it’s that one character you wrote
that you’re becoming more like by the day
and it’s already being halfway there
and it’s androgyny
and it’s jokes about not having enough wall space to be nonbinary
and it’s dysphoria when you look like too much of a man
and it’s that you don’t look like a proper girl
and it’s wondering just how much you might discover about yourself in college
and it’s wanting to be free and be free and find you
it’s wanting to find you so badly
it’s wanting you so badly
it’s wanting you
it’s you
it’s you
it’s you
— two hours in
#this is about the gender crisis i had on my way to the “family vacation” in florida#while my dad and stepmom fought over stopping at a dunkin’ donuts#the patron saint of asexual poets#poetry#poem#poems#original poems#original poetry#original poem#original writing#creative writing#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#lgbtq poem#lgbtq poetry#lgbtq poet#lgbtq poems
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GOT ROBBED AND WAS HOSPITALIZED
I wasn't able to get on here and explain what has happened in the last month? (Dunno, stress blocks memories and gives me bad dissociation)
But basically while i was in bed in a very serious depressive episode with a severe case of arthritis, meaning that i couldn't get up and i barely could walk to the bathroom (which lead to 2 infections but that comes later) i wasn't able to check up on my "friend" which i allowed her to stay in one of the rooms that i want to rent with the condition that they (her boyfriend and her) would fix the roof and paint the water damage and just divide payments and once that was done i would get the contract and they would have to actually pay rent) but they were blasting music all day, they did damage to property, inbited dodgy people, robbed me, used my things my vlothes, and on top of that i realized they were smoking meth all day long (no shame if they're addicts, i was addicted to benzos and opiates so can't judge) but they were not allowed to do it here and bring stuff here cause again, there were two rooms i wanted to rent
Anyways, i ended up trying to kms and then i went back to get hospitalized again for two severe infections.
They stole cards and i got the money back and got one back from one bank, the money on the other is giving me a headavhe but i recovered the card as well, but when my family got involved they all scurried away and robbed me, glasses clothes etc, never fixed anything, mostly destroyed and now I'm struggling w money
My partner Lost her job and i get the sick leave money way too late and it's not enough for all the procedures and legal matters i gotta do
My commission prices have changed since i was underselling my art p much and I'll work on my commission sheet today but basically:
Sketches: 15 USD
Grey color simple: 30 USD
Full color simple: 60 USD
Full color full detail: 80 USD
Background and extra character 5+ or 10+
I also accept donations which would help me so much since my hands are still pretty stuff and I'm in constant pain, but giving me work makes me feel not useless, and i can also show off the improvement from all the art classes on Udemy my partner paid for! Please help
#Aid#Help#Emergency#emergency commissions#Donation#Donation post#Medical emergency#schizoaffective disorder#Schizophrenia#poc artist#lgbt art#lgbtq
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Привет! Извините, к сожалению, я не говорю по-английски :'< Но забудь об этом, я знаю, ты найдешь способ перевести это. Мой друг сказал мне, что ты занимаешься бонринскими вещами, и мне было интересно, не мог бы ты написать короткую историю о Боне как о демоне. Рин тоже демон! Большое спасибо :)
I did indeed find a way to translate, anon :D and I'm happy to write a demon bon fic for you. I have two nephilim Bon fics as well, if you'd like a longer story to read:
Frost nephilim story
Rot nephilim story
Summary: Rin gets an assignment to kill a demon haunting an old temple. He didn't quite intend on falling in love with the grumpy demon.
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It was a really old temple. The kind that smelled all musty and made Rin need to sneeze. Despite that old smell, there wasn’t any dust. Rin normally wouldn’t have noticed something like that, but the cobwebs and dusty bits would get stuck to his tail, and it was annoying to try and pick it back out.
The dustless temple also smelled like incense still, which was not the case for most old ass temples. They tended to get filled with rot type scents, and demons. Rin hated rot type demons. They were hell on allergies.
The incense and musty scented temple wasn’t bad. It needed a new paint job and some new fabrics — all the cushions were threadbare and half eaten — but it had a welcoming sort of feeling, and that was a really hard feeling to give someone like Rin. Someone that was a demon. Holy places didn’t exactly hurt him, but they were never particularly comfortable. They buzzed against his skin, made his eyes water, and typically stole his appetite. But here…
There were a row of cucumbers outside the old-ass temple, and Rin happily plucked one off the vine and munched on it as he looked around the perimeter. He blinked his still clear eyes and hummed to himself as he tried to figure out just why he’d been sent on assignment to this old place. It didn’t seem to be causing any harm, and someone had clearly cared about it. No one had been living in it for ages, that was obvious, but—
Rin’s fangs sank into the cucumber, breaking off a chunk and munching cheerfully. He swallowed, and promptly froze mid-step as the obvious hit him. Someone had to have planted the cucumbers, so someone had to be living here, or at least visit often enough to keep the plants well tended.
Swallowing his mouthful, Rin shuffled a bit closer to the temple and peered between the sliding doors. The scent of incense was a bit stronger in there.
Mentally shrugging off the worry, Rin chewed up the rest of his cucumber and stepped inside. He propped his hands on his hips and let his eyes roams around the Buddhist temple calculatingly. Not much to look at, but still…
It was a homey sort of place. He could picture grabbing one of the shitty cushions (or maybe a few) and curling up with it in one of the darker corners for a quick nap. He could picture some old bald guy over by the brazier, praying over that bright orange flame. There was a cushion already in front of the brazier, and a few sticks of incense smoking beside it. The flames were large and well fed, but the air didn’t smell particularly smokey.
Cocking his head to the side, Rin wandered further into the little temple. Who had lit the fire? And who had tended it? Where they still here? Rin didn’t think he had bad enough luck to have missed them by just a few minutes. This place had clearly been cared about, but maybe the monk had gotten frightened off by the sight of a demon coming up. Even if Rin was a licensed exorcist, he was still a demon and still freaked out more people than not.
Rin took another step forward as his tail drooped to the ground sadly. He didn’t like scaring people. People were fun and they got all weird and dodgy when they were scared.
Two more steps saw him by the brazier and large statue of Buddha. It wasn’t one of the fat statues of the old guy either, it was one of the ones that had a lot of detail and had the guy with his hands in those strange positions. It was also entirely dustless. There wasn’t a single tarnished spot on the metal, and after staring suspiciously at it for a moment, he had to admit that it also wasn’t possessed. It was just a run-of-the-mill statue. Well, a nicer one than the rest of the mill, but a statue nonetheless.
Trying to be respectful, Rin made the sign of the cross, because it was the only holy motion he knew, and that was apparently his mistake. From high up above there was a single growl, and then Rin was flat on his back with a bulky weight on top of him and a loud roar of wind in his ears that had the flames in the brazier raging towards the ceiling. He conked his head against the floor, sending a burst of stars across his vision and causing him to bite down on his tongue. His mouth filled with blood, leaving him with a strange taste of cucumber and blood in his mouth.
“Who dares to trespass on the temple of the Myōō Dharani?!”
“Moo Darny? What?” Rin choked out, trying to blink his eyes clear as the weight on hist body shifted. Something sharp—several somethings sharp—dug into both his shoulders and shoved him down. The voice was low and gruff, and could, weirdly, be heard over the roar of the wind.
“Myōō Dharani! The owners of this temple, dumbass!”
“This temple ain’t been owned for like, a hundred years, man. It’s free—ack!” A few of the sharp things moved from his shoulder to his throat and squeezed in warning.
“They have not! They’re coming back and I swore to guard it until they did!”
Rin finally got his vision back (there were a few flames flickering around the edge of his vision, but that always happened when he got surprised or angry) and got a proper view of his attacker. They were young, probably around his age, with chestnut hair that had pulled back in a pony tail only to be messily freed by the whirl of wind. He had on a set of old monk robes, a faded sort of black with the pom-pom sash thing that meant he was higher up the monk order. His ears were all long, longer than even Rin’s, and curved at the tip the way the fae-type demons did. Earth or air? Oh, Rin blushed a little and shook his head. Air, obviously. This boy was trying to blow him back to Gehenna after all.
His probably air-type ears were heavily pierced, and he even had a piercing over his right eyebrow. His eyes… ugh. His eyes were a gorgeous sort of dark brown, like fresh tilled earth, and despite the glare, they were unfairly pretty. Actually, all the rugged features were unfairly pretty. The strong jaw, the rounded nose (Rin’s nose was all sharp) the little beard, the lips—
Rin blinked and forced his wandering mind back on task.
“I’m Rin,” he said as loudly as he could. It still felt like the words were swallowed up by the whirlwind the boy had them in. “Rin Okumura? An Exorcist. I got—”
The boy lessened his grip slightly and made a surprised sort of chirp. One that had no right being as cute as it was. “An exorcist?”
Rin nodded as much as the hand on his throat would allow. “Yep! I got ordered to check out this place. People said it was haunted.”
The boy immediately scowled. “Haunted?!”
“Yeah… I’m guessing that’s you?”
The boy glared and the wind seemed to get louder as if it was warning him not to try anything. “I’m not a ghost. I’m— well, I’m not a ghost, they shouldn’t have trespassed on my temple.”
Rin’s eyes darted to the front door as a grin lifted his lips. “They probably wanted the cucumbers and melons.”
The boy blushed and glared all the more for it. “The Myōō Dharani will need something to eat when they get back.”
“Who are these Moo Darny people?”
The boy chirped again and sat back on Rin’s legs. He was bulkier than air-demons typically were. Rin could throw him off, but it’d take a bit of effort and that was curious enough to keep Rin from trying it. (It had nothing to do with the fact that Rin didn’t get to interact with a lot of cute demons or boys. Most people and demons gave him a wide berth.
“You don’t know? They’re an ancient sect of Buddhist monks. Great demon hunters and defenders of the sacred sutras.” The wind died down momentarily, and the fierce glare softened into something sad and distant. “They’re my people.”
Rin sat up as much as he could and tilted his head. “How long have they been gone?”
The demon hissed at him and flew up to the rafters on a gust of wind to glare down at Rin. He refused to answer any more questions, and made the flames in the brazier flare large any time Rin tried to get close. It was kind of adorable, and Rin was now entirely intrigued.
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“You’re cute.”
“Go away!”
…
“I brotcha some curry.”
“Poisoned?”
“No!”
…
“I’m Rin, by the way. Rin Okumura.”
“I’m… Suguro.”
…
“I brought some incense!”
“This is just a buncha dried herbs!”
“Yeah! Incense!”
…
Ryuuji Suguro—it took Rin forever to find out the cute demon’s full name — was a feisty garuda type demon. He had somehow managed to hide the wings behind the monk robes, but Rin had seen them and now he really wanted to touch the soft looking feathers. They were a dark brown, nearly black, and looked all soft. Ryuuji kept them very neat, and used them to fly on very rare occasions. He liked to chant while he cleaned up the temple, he chased away any and all vermin, and he adored curry. He was also very suspicious of it, but Rin was nothing if not persistent.
Rin was kind of in love.
He didn’t meet a lot of demons in his line of work. Well, no, he actually met almost exclusively demons in his line of work. What he rarely got to do was talk to them. Most demons saw the uniform and labeled him a traitor. They then tried very hard to kill him, which made conversations impossible. Ryuuji, once he decided Rin didn’t have any evil designs for his temple, would talk, even if he grumbled a lot, and he would spar, and he would sing, and Rin was falling for him.
Rin told the higher ups that the ‘haunting’ had just been an old monk tending to the old temple, and since they hadn’t bothered to send anyone else to check, they believed him. Ryuuji’s little temple was left alone.
Well, alone except for Rin. Because Rin found himself spending a lot of time over at the old temple. He brought food when he could (and couldn’t stop the giddy wag of his tail when Ryuuji actually ate it) and books, because Ryuuji was a voracious reader. The air demon would read absolutely anything, and get all giddy about it. He’d fly to one of the rafters and curl up in a little ball, tucking his wings around himself like a blanket and snuggle up to read for hours.
Rin wanted to tuck himself under one of those wings and cuddle up beside Ryuuji while he read. It looked wonderfully comfortable.
Aside from that, Ryuuji liked to chant and tend to his temple. He was an exceptionally clean demon, and seemed to take great pride in ridding his home of every article of dust. He’d even kick Rin out if he had dirty feet and wouldn’t let him near until he’d cleaned them. Ryuuji didn’t judge him for any flames that he accidentally released, and would just draw the air from them until they’d strangled out if it looked like they’d cause a problem.
Ryuuji squawked when he was indignant, sang when he was happy, and chirped when he was startled, and Rin loved each sound. He was falling fast and hard, and Ryuuji seemed largely oblivious to it all. He’d chat when Rin was around, but he didn’t make any moves to be near Rin. All of Rin’s wooing attempts seemed to fall flat, and he was getting a bit desperate.
The seasons had passed, and it was snowing now as Rin trudged up the familiar path to the old temple. The turnips and collards were coming along well, and he spent a moment checking them out before continuing inside. Ryuuji was curled up by the brazier, feeding the flames some extra air as he curled his wings around himself and shivered. His feathers were all poofed out, and it somehow made Ryuuji look all the colder.
Something unhappy flared indignantly in Rin’s chest.
“Ryuuji!” He called out, jogging the rest of the way. Ryuuji looked over his shoulder in surprise and smiled momentarily when he realized it was Rin. He promptly hid the smile, but Rin had seen it and it made him skip the last few steps. Rin dropped down beside him and gave him the bento box he’d made. “I brought lunch.”
“Hi,” Ryuuji said, tugging the box close and fiddling with the lid. “I didn’t think you’d come until next month.”
“Got back early.” Rin risked shifting closer, and Ryuuji uncurled himself the slightest bit. He looked all cold, and Rin didn’t want him being cold.
“Did you, uh, find anything?”
Rin hated that he had to shake his head. He hated that the hopeful spark in Ryuuji’s handsome eyes once again died out because Rin still couldn’t find the Myōō Dharani. He didn’t know who those old monks were, but he kind of hated them for abandoning Ryuuji.
“Maybe next time…” Ryuuji sighed and curled back in his little ball. “But thanks for the meal.”
“Happy to make it—er, buy it for you.”
Ryuuji gave him a look that made it clear he didn’t buy Rin’s ‘I bought this’ excuse. He was probably incredibly obvious with his crush, but it wasn’t his fault the demon was cute and charming.
Blushing now, Rin dropped his gaze to his own lap and fiddled with his fingers.
“Would you like some?” Ryuuji tilted the box towards him, nudging some of the chicken forward with his chopsticks.
Rin plucked up a piece of chicken so he had something to do, and bit down on it. He didn’t notice Ryuuji watching him, and he didn’t notice the blush coloring Ryuuji’s own cheeks as he swallowed and licked his lips.
“Have fun on the mission?” Ryuuji asked a little too loudly. Rin glanced at him curiously, and noticed the blush. Everything in him perked up at that cute sight.
“Yeah,” he purred, shifting closer and hoping it didn’t end with Ryuuji setting a whirlwind on him again. It was hard to breathe in those. “But not as much fun as it would be if you came along.”
Ryuuji’s feathers fluffed up and he made a sort of twittering sound. “I can’t leave, what if they come back?”
Rin was pretty sure they couldn’t come back. He was pretty sure they were all dead. He just couldn’t tell Ryuuji that.
Rin slumped in his seat. “I know. I just…”
Ryuuji watched him with his dark eyes. “Just?”
Rin shrugged and tried to stop himself from blushing. “Miss you? It’d be fun to do stuff together.”
He was too embarrassed to look Ryuuji in the eye.
“We do stuff together.”
“Yeah…” This entire crush was pointless. He didn’t know how to woo someone, and all he had was his food. “But…”
Ryuuji’s wing brushed against his tail. “But?”
“Nothing.” Rin hugged his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
“Rin—”
Ugh! “I just don’t know a lotta demons. It’s… it’d be fun to hang out with you. To fight with you. Show all those higher ups that we’re just as important as the humans. To have someone to talk to who gets it and doesn’t just wanna kill everyone they come across. It’d be fun to—”
Rin cut himself off before he moved into dangerous territory. His tail had shifted closer to Ryuuji and draped itself over the garuda’s leg.
Ryuuji shifted a bit closer. “Rin?”
Rin jumped to his feet, blushing furiously and not noticing the flames crawling over his body.
“Rin,” it was growled this time, and Rin’s entire body went tense. He couldn’t move and look, and his flames got a bit bigger. Ryuuji was going to kick him out and he wasn’t going to get to cuddle or touch Ryuuji’s feathers or listen to him sing or watch him obsessively dust or hear his funny stories or his indignant lectures or watch how happy he got when his garden bloomed or —
“Rin!” Clawed hands clutched Rin’s shoulders and forced him around. Ryuuji’s feathers were fluffed, the wind around them had picked up, and the demon seemed to have grown even larger.
Rin blinked with wide eyes, thoroughly surprised and a bit breathless. (And for once, it wasn’t from the wind.)
“Yeah?”
Ryuuji raised an eyebrow, and yeah. Fair. Rin had been all breathy and high. Kinda giving himself away there.
“Rin,” Ryuuji stepped into Rin’s space, all growly and gorgeous as he spread his wings and stood at his full height. Handsome and perfect. “Rin, I’m not a human.”
Rin blinked and nodded. He knew that. Fuck, it was part of his problem. Ryuuji was a demon and he was damned attractive, and Rin was a clumsy nut.
Ryuuji grinned. “Rin, stop trying to woo me like a human.”
“What?!”
Ryuuji closed the remaining space between them, using one hand to grab Rin’s hip and haul them flush together while the other hand slid up Rin’s shoulder to his throat. Ryuuji’s thumb brushed over his throat, talon dragging dangerously along the vulnerable spot and making Rin’s heart hammer, but not in fright. This was a giddy sort of excitement.
Rin’s hand moved to Ryuuji’s bicep and hip, holding on and shivering a little as his knuckles brushed against soft feathers.
“How-how do you woo demons?”
Ryuuji’s lips spread in a fanged smile.
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Hi, I am absolutely loving your wood cut characters! I was wondering if you had any plans to sand the faces and edges. I don't mean to be rude I just think it would really step up the quality of the piece as a whole, plus the paint should be much easier to apply =]
alas, my sanding jobs must not show well. another thing I need to get better at, along with cleaner and more precise cuts! I'm definitely still in the learning phase with my wood work, and an interesting function of the speed at which internet posting works is that the stuff in posting right now is already several weeks old (also, I used some dodgy wood for some of it) so my recent improvements don't quite show - so I'm aware and it's something I'm working on haha
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KATIE DOUGLAS + NINETEEN ⸻ it's just been another long week in boring - ass hawkins . is that right , LORELAI COOPER - HENDERSON ? shit , i guess they can't hear me over THE REFLEX by duran duran playing through the headphones of her walkman . it looks like they're going to be late for work at FAMILY VIDEO . did you know LORI has been in hawkins for two weeks ? yeah , her family and friends describe them as steadfast , but i've seen them be impetuous too ! i would also say they remind me of fishnet stockings peaking through ripped jeans paired with crop tops and dirty black converses ; loud music being turned up louder to ignore the shouting from the other room ; a dodgy caravan on the outside , but a warm , home made of the inside, but is that weird ? i guess nothing's too weird for this little town, huh ? ⸻ as treasured by PEACH.
| NAME: lorelai juliette cooper - henderson.
| AGE / DOB: nineteen / october 30th , 1967.
| NICKNAMES: lori , rory , ellie.
| MOTHER: agatha cooper. fifty three
| FATHER: mr henderson - name undecided.
| BROTHER: dustin henderson. twenty one.
| SISTER: greta cooper. twenty seven.
𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
100 - 85 % - max mayfield ( stranger things ) , lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ) & veronica fisher ( shameless ). 84 - 65 % - nymphadora tonks ( harry potter ) , nairobi ( money heist ) & ferris bueller ( ferris bueller's day off ). 64 - 50 % - oberyn martell ( game of thrones ) , beth dutton ( yellowstone ) & ginny weasley ( harry potter ).
| based on this quiz here !
lorelai cooper - henderson grew up in a relative relaxed life , her mother was an artist , paint stains and overalls were her calling , her father ( while rarely home ) was a business man , packed up his briefcase early each morning , kissed his kids and wife goodbye before heading into work , what he did , she had little idea , nor did she really care .
for as long as she could remember it had really only been the four of them , though her sister was a result of their mothers first marriage , greta ( though years older now ) was her closest friend and confidant . life was easy , life was kind , there was never anything to worry about really .
lori had always been a family girl , often preferring the comfort of her own home to that of the girls who invited her to sleepovers , preferring to be around her mother and sister , and father when available , it was your white picket fence , suburban family , two kids and a dog with roses in the windowsill . the travesty that occurred at hawkins was nothing more than a whisper on the news , it never even licked at the sides of her home , hours away from the destruction . that was until one night , she heard her parents arguing .
at sixteen , though she still loved her family deeply , she was no longer the type to spend her days at home , always with one leg out the window ( she'd taken a tumble out of said window a time or two ) and sneaking off with her friends , dating boys her parents would not approve of and avoiding as much trouble as possible , though that wasn't often easy .
her parents had been fighting more , the news displaying your fathers home town , HAWKINS and the mess that had occurred and then she heard the mutterings of her brother ( half brother ) and though greta had told her to leave it alone , it wasn't her business , lori could not . too curious , too adventuresome , she was now determined to find her brother .
she'd told her family she wanted to travel america , to see the country before she went to college , and so with the savings of pocket money and the odd job as she aged , she sneakily rented a van in the hawkins trailer park and found herself a little job at family video . not prepared to be sucked into the mess of hawkins , indiana.
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lori is a rough nut , while she grew up in a pretty well off suburban family , she has no care for the fancier things , all her socks have holes and she refuses to buy more ... but she's a very down to earth ( bit of a pothead ) girl , works at family video and loves her little van in the trailer park ... has only been in town for two weeks , barely knowns dustin , but will protect him with her life . she's like 5' and while fight anyone ( like little dog syndrome ) she can be quite aggressive when needed ... but get on her good side and she will love you forever !!
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