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ghosts-cyphera · 8 months

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Drawing Trust

╰﹒to comfort a young girl who has just lost her entire family, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley borrows out the two things that bring him reassurance. his mask, and you.

warnings/content: themes of death/blood/violence, but overall just a fluffy little thing. gn!reader; simon taking off his mask for the first time in front of you; word count 2.3k

The maroon carpet was rough against the palms of your hands, as you sat cross-legged on the floor of the dimly-lit office. The night had fallen hours prior, and you stifled a yawn, as the quiet minutes stretched out: the only sound to be heard was the scribbling of the slightly dry ballpoint pens and the deep breathing of the concentrated child sitting beside you.

With her tongue nipped between her teeth and her eyes slightly squinted, she drew on the finishing touches and turned to you.

"Done."

"Look at you go." You smiled, as you leaned over to take a look at the blue, black, and red lines. The blue lines formed a box to which four black sticks, each with four smaller sticks at their tips, were connected. Two small circles, which you assumed were eyes, and a red curve right underneath them formed a down-turned pout on the features of the box-bodied stick figure.

"Leila," you gasped, as you turned to the little girl. "I was about to claim this to be yet another masterpiece, but I've just now seen that the mouth—"

She leaned in to take a look.

"It's upside down." You furrowed your brows. "This can't be right, can it?"

The little girl grinned. "It's right because he's sad."

"Sad?" You raised a brow. "But how could anyone be sad when they have such a neat t-shirt on? The blue really highlights the color of his eyes, you know. An awesome choice on your end."

"I only had three colors."

"Still," you chuckled, as you pulled out another sheet of white printer paper and handed it to her. "Only a true artist knows where to use each color. What do you say we play 'draw-and-guess'?"

"He's sad because his family is dead."

Alright. No draw-and-guess.

Leila's fingers closed once more around the ballpoint pens to continue the drawing. Now, connected to the smaller sticks—the fingers of the box-bodied stick figure—something resembling a black banana was being drawn.

Yet, you knew.

"He's sad because he killed his family." Her tiny little fingers wrapped around the red ballpoint pen, as she started to add splatters of blood, much in the shape of flowers, all around the paper. "They weren't really his family, not really. But they were as good as his real family, Mama said. He had been with them ever since he was a boy, but Mama said he became really bad and that's why he was with the cartel who wanted him dead, and his family dead. So then he killed them."

Indeed. It had not been a black banana that the target had been holding when your squad had found him a couple of hours prior with a self-inflicted bullet wound to the temple. The whole mission had been one big shitshow: suspects and leads turning up dead around one corner and another, until…

Until.

"But he didn't kill me, which is nice because I like hanging out with you." Leila's voice was matter-of-factly as she flashed you a warm smile. So matter-of-factly, indeed, that if she had not just heard his entire foster family dying, you might have laughed at the cheery tone of her voice.

"Oh, yeah?" You managed, as you gently nudged her with your shoulder. "Well, that makes two of us then, doesn't it? I haven't had this much fun since I sneaked into the office of my boss to steal his stash of candy."

Her eyes suddenly beginning to twinkle, Leila raised her gaze to meet yours: her drawing now lying long forgotten on the carpeted floor. "Candy?"

This you did know how to handle.

"Mountains, and mountains, and damn mountains of it," you confirmed with a grin. "I'm afraid I took a little more than I should have, but I'm sure there's still some left. Wanna go sneak around and see if we can find some of your favorites?"

"Maybe they have Three Musketeers," she nodded her head, as she hopped up from the floor. "Or Reese's. When it was Halloween, I ate so many Reese's that my poo—" Her words suddenly died down on her lips, as she took a rushed step closer to you.

You frowned. "Leila, are you—"

And that's when you saw the movement at the door of the office.

The figure standing by the door frame was so tall and wide that it blocked out most of the light streaming in from the hallway, and as it moved to take a step towards the two of you, Leila rushed to hide behind your back, small fingers closing around your arm.

"Oh, sweetheart," you rushed to speak with a breathless chuckle, your brows furrowed. "It's alright, it's just my friend."

As if finally registering the sudden shift in the mood, Ghost's steps came to a halt, and his eyes darted to search yours.

"Ghost," you smiled, making sure that your voice remained warm and steady. "This is Leila. Leila, darling, this is my friend, Ghost."

Despite feeling the way that she shifted her weight from one foot to another, she did not answer, as she continued clinging to your arm.

"I know he's a little big and mangy—," Ghost raised his brow at you, and you bit down your laugh, "but he was there when I found you. He had my back when I carried you back to the cars so that we could both get out safely." Your voice was a warm hum. "Would it be alright if he came here to say hi to you?"

Quiet.

"If you don't want to talk, that's alright. How about you go and squeeze my arm if it's alright with you that he comes over?"

Five small fingers squeezed around your arm, and you nodded your head with a gentle smile. "Atta girl."

On Ghost's features, you could see his gentle hesitance, as his heavy feet led him to take a few careful steps towards the two of you. With you sitting on the ground, he looked even taller and broader than he usually did, and just as you were about to ask him to crouch on the floor with you, he took the hint.

With his padded knees touching the carpeted floor, he spoke with a warm voice despite its low rumble. "Hello, there. It's Leila, yeah? My name's Ghost. I'm—err—I'm a friend of Sarge here."

"The bestest friend," you hummed with a soft chuckle, and from your words, the corners of Ghost's eyes crinkled.

"The mask’s what’s scarin' you, yeah?" He gestured towards the piece fashioned after a skull, and you could feel Leila taking a step behind your back. To peek over your shoulder or to hide further away, you were not sure of.

"It's—err—it's something that—," Ghost attempted. "It's something that makes me feel safe. Less scared, yeah? It's like—when I've got it on, I'm in my own world, yeah? In my own bubble."

You smiled, as you turned your head ever so slightly towards Leila. "Have you got something like that, love? Something that makes you feel less scared?"

And just as you thought that she was not ready to speak yet, the hesitant voice replied back. "I have a turtle. Eugene."

Ghost's laugh was low—all while gentle and warm—as he nodded his head. "That's a bloody brilliant name for a turtle, that is. You've got Eugene with you?"

"No," the small voice called back.

Oh no.

The same realization that crashed upon you visibly dawned upon Ghost, too, for you could notice the way that he blinked his eyes shut for a split second in his regret.

"I forgot to take him with me." Leila's voice cracked, and with it, your heart clenched in your chest. "I miss him."

"What do you say I—," Ghost glanced at you, lowering his voice ever so slightly. "I can go back 'n get it for her, yeah?"

"They had to pull all the troops back," you shook your head. "Something about explosives in the basement. They're waiting for SWAT to arrive to clear the house."

Fuck, his eyes told you.

I know, the raise of your brow answered, just as the quiet sniffle sounded from behind your back. What the fuck do we do now?

Ghost blinked his eyes shut for a moment, and then with a deep breath, he spoke. "Leila, love?" He sat down on the carpet, his fingers gently moving aside the drawings. "Remember what I told you about the mask, yeah? About how it keeps me safe and protects me?"

A quiet sniffle came from behind your shoulder, followed by a quiet "yeah."

"Well, having assessed the situation at hand, in my—err—professional opinion, it seems like it's you who's needing the mask right now more than I am, yeah?"

You blinked at his words, your lips parting ever so slightly as his gloved fingers moved to the hem of his mask. You could see the soft hesitation in his movements: the gentle shake of his hands, barely noticeable yet there if you knew to look for it.

And with a deep breath, he pulled it off.

Pausing for the briefest of moments, he looked at the mask in his fingers before raising his gaze. At first, it was headed slightly past you towards the girl behind your back, and then, it drifted to you.

He was your Ghost.

The corners of your lips tugged into a smile, and you swallowed as you nodded your head once and thrice.

He was your Ghost, and he was beautiful.

Fucking hell.

From the sudden blurriness of your gaze, you glanced up in a desperate attempt to blink away your tears, only to give up with a soft chuckle as you felt two of them rolling down your cheeks, slow and gentle.

Happy: the same happiness reflecting back on the features of Ghost, as the tip of his boot brushed against yours.

I'm here, his eyes told you. It's alright.

The sudden gentle movement behind your back drew you back into the moment, and just as you forced your lips to part, Ghost, instead, took the lead.

"Wanna come ‘n take a look at it?"

While her movements were still overshadowed by her hesitance, there was now a hint of curiosity too in the way that Leila slipped out from behind your back, and walked to Ghost.

Sitting cross-legged next to him, she carefully reached for the mask, her index finger running across the cheek of the skull.

"It's not soft like Eugene is," she hummed before her carefully twinkling eyes found those of Ghost.

"No," he laughed with a nod of his head. As he did, his nose scrunched up ever so slightly, and you bit your lip to hide your smile. "No, but what I like about it is… When you have it on, no one can see your face, right? It's—"

"Oh, it's like—," Leila smiled, as her fingers traced the edges of the skull. "It's like the shell of Eugene. When he's scared, or—or when he needs to be alone, he can go into his shell and feel safe because it's just him there."

"Yeah. Something like that, yeah," Ghost nodded with a smile. "Wanna—err—wanna try it on?"

Her eyes sparkling now, Leila nodded her head fast and hard enough to surely get the girl dizzy were she to keep it up. "Yes, please."

"C'mere then, yeah?" His fingers fumbled with the fabric, as he got it straightened out. "Look up." She did as she was told, and Ghost slid it over her head—only for the three of you to laugh, as it slipped over her eyes. "Hold up. There ya go, yeah? Can you see through the holes?"

"Yeah," Leila called out, her voice slightly muffled. Despite not being able to see her little features any longer—her button nose and freckled cheeks hidden by the mask far too big and wide for her delicate features—you could hear the burning excitement in her voice, as the mask shook with her nods. "This is awesome. Do I look scary now?"

"Fuckin' terrifying," Ghost grinned.

"How does it feel?" You hummed, leaning back.

"Safe," Leila confirmed with a chuckle.

"Yeah? Like the shell of Eugene, eh?"

"Yeah, like I was hiding in a shell." She laughed. "A big shell. A stinky shell."

Ghost's eyes blinking shut, he nodded his head as a deeply amused laugh danced from your lips.

"Yeah. Yeah," he grinned, the apples of his cheeks slightly flushed as his hand moved to rub his face with his laughter. "This turtle might've been a little lazy with his fuckin’ baths lately, eh? What do you say you give it back here before you embarrass me further in front of my best friend, yeah?"

Leila laughed as her little hands moved to slide the mask off her features, and she drew in an exaggerated breath. "Ah, lovely fresh air."

"Little shit," Ghost grinned, and you playfully kicked him with your boot.

"Keep it up and we're not taking you with us on our candy heist, are we, Leila?"

"Nah, he can come," Leila smiled, as she offered her hand to urge you up from the ground. "He's fun, even if he's stinking. Besides," she then chuckled as she pulled you up, before offering her hand for Ghost. “We need him to carry it all back. Because he's stronger than we are."

"Happy to be fuckin' useful," he chuckled.

"And if we get caught," you arched an amused brow at the girl, softly elbowing Ghost as you did, "we can blame it all on him."

"See, this is why I like you," Leila announced, as she started leading the way out of the office. Yet not before her voice, gently amused yet oh-so-knowing, had added: "And probably why Ghost's in love with you, too."

The corners of your lips tugged into a smirk, and you raised a brow at him. "That so, Lt.?"

"It was you who demoted me, darlin’," he chuckled under his breath, as his fingers brushed against yours, gentle and knowing. "Best friend, eh?”

Or maybe—just maybe—something just a little bit more than that.

a/n: if you liked this wee little thing, please do let me know via comments, tags, or asks—whatever works for you. reading your feedback means the absolute world to me. ♡

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley fluff

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chloessleepystories · 9 months

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Rabbit Hole

Based on a true story

Zoe was slumped down in the back row of the classroom, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone instead of paying attention to the teacher. Like usual.

Oh, here’s a sexy picture to share. Here’s a gif to attach a few lines of dialogue to… She liked teasing the boys (and girls) online, and they liked teasing her. Especially when she was in class and couldn’t do anything about her rising horniness.

Oooh, a hypno story, her favorite. She checked that the teacher was droning on, and not looking her direction, and started reading. Just a couple paragraphs in, she knew it was a good one. She reblogged it to finish reading later, and to share it with her followers (her many, many followers… how had that happened?) and kept scrolling. Ooh! A spiral! Don’t get distracted… But uunnnfff, so easy to get distracted… to get drawn in…

She shook herself, sharing the spiral with a drooling smiley face, and moved on.

“I’m a little concerned, looking at your last batch of papers, that so many of you got to college without apparently learning how to punctuate a simple compound sentence, much less to fill it with original thoughts…” Miss Thompson was saying.

Zoe squeezed her thighs together, feeling the arousal spread through her body. She looked around. Nobody looking. Good. She knew she should be listening, should be taking notes, but all she could think about was her needy pussy.

The constant alerts from her phone kept drawing her back to the glowing rectangle in her hand. BUZZ. Another favorite blog had just shared something, Tumblr wanted her to know. BUZZ. Someone was tagging her in a pic of one of her favorite porn stars. BUZZ…

She was powerless. She had to look, every time the phone buzzed. Every time Tumblr fed her more. She didn’t used to be like this, did she? She used to have, like, an attention span and stuff? Could leave her phone alone for a few hours? Now she was addicted… like she had conditioned herself to salivate at the buzzer.

Or been conditioned, came a whisper.

Been brainwashed.

Cuntwashed.

Drippy cunt. Salivating pussy…

BUZZ.

Ooh! a hot little gif that someone wanted her to see – “wanna ride me like this?” he asked, adding Zoe’s handle. Where was the teacher? Zoe knew she should scan for Miss Thompson again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

BUZZ BUZZ. Three more guys wanting to talk to her privately. She was already keeping four conversations going…

This one, for instance, was telling her, in detail, what he would be doing to her if they were in a hotel room together right now. She was giving as well as she was getting, egging him on, hoping he was stroking to her words the way she wished she could be rubbing to his. This one was begging her to punish him, and reveling in her attempts to be domineering. And this one… oh, this one kept sending spirals, and inductive texts, drawing her ever downward (or trying to), making her sleepy, making her horny… making her a mindnumbed cockslave…

She tapped the little pencil symbol to make a public post.

“You guys are making me so horny!!!” she typed.

I’m supposed to be paying attention to the teacher right now but my tumblr feed is full of porn and 3 of you fuckers are having hot conversations with me trying to make me horny and IT’S FUCKING WORKING I’m sure my neighbors can smell me I’m so turned on I can feel how drippy I am goddammit I need to stroke I’m not gonna make it

That was a mistake, of course. As she knew it would be. The sharks smelled blood in the water, and circled.

“Just keep watching little slave. Soon you’ll be my little cock hungry whore”

“It’s just so nice to be able to turn off your brain for a while, ya know? Join me?”

“And when I say “horny bunny” you’ll have a powerful urge…”

“Mmm damn what a view! Your nice tight pussy wrapped around my cock feels so damn good. I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard, bottoming out hitting your womb”

“…And then one day you wake up and you’re an empty headed pink bimbo, with no thoughts in your dumb bimbo head but getting bigger tits and pleasing your Mistress’s pussy…”

Another public post:

Ogod now ur all piling on cumming our of the woodwork why csnt i turn off this app why do i keep lookin im not gonna make it im such a dumb hotny cow

Sent.

And back to messaging, the words pummeling her brain –

Blank. Obedient. Responsive. Counting from 10. Letting your mind slide away. Relaxed. Empty. No thoughts. 8. Letting go….

Then, even before she could register the shadow over her desk, a hand snatched the phone from her fingers.

“You know the rules about phones in my class, Zoe,” said Miss Thompson. Zoe made a choked whimper, her fingers mindlessly twitching after the phone.

“You can get it back later. If you’re good.”

If you’re good. If you’re a good girl. Good girls obey.

Zoe whimpered again, as Miss Thompson walked away. She was going to have to sprint to the ladies’ room when class was over. The phone would have to wait. Her clit was throbbing… and she needed to obey.

*****

Later, after everyone had filed out, Miss Thompson carefully and (BUZZ) meticulously wiped clean the blackboard. She liked the board to be as neat (BUZZ) and tidy as her desk.

(BUZZ)

What on earth was – Oh. Right. That girl’s phone was still on the desk. Vibrating away, for some unknown reason.

She sat down and picked it up, turning it on. Silly child didn’t seem to have a lock on the –

A rainbow of porn leapt out of the screen and slapped Miss Thompson about the face.

Cocks going into young women’s mouths. A girl’s tongue on a pussy. “Zoe, are you still there?” Breasts, so many breasts. “Zoe, girl, look how hard you made me…” A maelstrom of dark and light flesh that she couldn’t make sense of for a moment, until she saw the caption “gangbanged fuckslut made airtight with BBC”… which, to be frank, didn’t ENTIRELY explain the picture to Miss Thompson, but it let her figure out what some of the shapes were…

Horrified, repulsed, Miss Thompson started scrolling. And couldn’t stop scrolling. Stories of incest and bondage. Lewd photos and gifs, scenes of decadence and degradation. She shook her head, her mouth open, but she couldn’t stop…

And the hypnosis. Over and over in the girl’s feed, the hypnosis! Glassy eyed girls with drooping mouths, baring their breasts… Women with spirals in their eyes, and cocks in their mouths… Flashing gifs with pictures and words, too fast to follow, telling her how she should be, how she must be, how she knew she already was, if she would just admit it to herself… Inductions, and fantasies, and more spirals, and submissive, drooling women, eager to serve cock, to serve pussy, to become slaves to their own needy cunts…

Miss Thompson hadn’t noticed how hard her nipples had gotten. She hadn’t noticed how wet her own cunt was, until she found herself dipping in a finger… She bucked against her hand, but didn’t stop stroking… just kept scrolling…

Someone calling himself Master of Mystery – except with some of the letters replaced by numbers – BUZZed into a private message. “Getting pretty horny, Zoe? Pretty needy and desperate?”

“No,” she found herself typing. “I mean, no, I’m – I’m not… No.”

“Oh, you certainly sounded pretty desperate to me. You sounded like a little slut who needed permission to cum… A naughty fucktoy who can’t stop touching her princess parts even though she’s not supposed to…”

Miss Thompson bit her lip and with an effort pulled her hand away from her pussy. “I’m not Zoe. I am Miss Thompson, her teacher,” she typed.

She tried to pull herself together.

“And you should keep a civil tongue in your head, young man.”

“Ohhh! Naughty, naughty, teacher… Are you looking through a confiscated phone? And getting TURNED ON by someone else’s Tumblr porn? You are, aren’t you… Go ahead, you can admit it…”

“i” she typed and sent by mistake.

She cursed.

“I will do no such thing. I am… I am putting the phone down now.”

“No you’re not.”

She hesitated. He seemed so sure. She waited, panting.

“You won’t, because you would have already without saying anything. You would have before you got so horny scrolling through her feed.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Because you are horny, aren’t you? All pent-up, tied up in knots…”

“Yes, yes, I am, OK, but there’s nothing wrong with that”

“No, not at all. Tell you what. You seem tense. Let me help you relax. Can we do that?”

“Um”

“Just focus on your shoulders for a second. Feel how tight they are? Tighten them up even more, just for a second. Take a deep breath in. And then let it out, and as you do, feel all the tension go out of your shoulders…”

“what”

“Sshh shh you don’t have to say anything just listen. I’m going to count, and with each number you’re going to release a little tension, and it’s going to turn into warmth… warmth spreading through your body…

“And then maybe we’ll look at a spiral together for a while… You’ll like that…”

*****

Zoe was feeling SO much better – though her legs were still a little wobbly – as she walked toward the classroom door. She couldn’t believe she’d left her phone behind! She hoped she could get it back quietly, without much fuss. There didn’t seem to be a class in there now. Maybe she could just slip in and grab it?

She eased the door open gently… and then almost dropped her backpack in surprise.

Miss Thompson was sprawled, nearly nude, in her wooden rolling chair! Her skirt was bunched around her middle, panties on the floor, white blouse and bra tangled on her desk. Most surprising of all, one hand was operating Zoe’s phone, and the other hand was operating Miss Thompson’s bushy cunt!

She stepped closer, sliding the backpack gently to the floor. The teacher’s breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy… and sure enough, Zoe could see a spiral on the glowing screen. She tiptoed close enough to read over her shoulder.

You want to watch

To let the spiral suck you in

To let my spiral suck away all resistance

You want to become mindless for me, because it feels so good to stop thinking

Each word you read will bring you pleasure, and each second you spend watching will make you sink deeper and deeper, until you can’t help but obey…

She reached around her teacher’s body, and cupped both breasts at once.

Miss Thompson gasped, and then relaxed with a moan as Zoe began kneading her nipples.

“How are you doing, miss?” she whispered.

“Can’t… Can’t cum. Need to… but don’t… don’t have permission…”

“Mmmm.” Zoe tweaked her nipples, massaging her surprisingly full and warm tits. “I know it’s a lot to handle if you’re not used to it. I’ve been sliding into this rabbit hole a bit at a time for months, so I’ve built up a liiiittle bit of an immunity.” Partially true, anyway. “But my feed and my followers must have hit you like a ton of bricks.”

Zoe giggled to herself, as her teacher panted.

“Who are you talking to,” Zoe murmured.

“M-Master of Mystery,” Miss Thompson gasped, her back arching.

Ah yes, thought Zoe. Also known as Kevin.

“Tell him I’m here. And ask him what I should do to you.”

“Master…” Miss Thompson typed, and after a moment, responded.

“He says to get on your knees and lick my s-slutty, juicy c… cunt.”

Zoe smiled. “That’s what I was hoping he was going to say,” she murmured as she knelt.

After all, she thought. Good girls obey.

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barrenclan · 15 days

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unsure if this has been said before but please let me get what i want (the deftones vers specifically) feels very fitting for pinepaw or maybe even rainhaze. the family guys who are almost foils to each other when they're both going through a messy rough time 🤝

I really like this suggestion, because Morrissey is my current voiceclaim for Pinepaw so he's very Smiths-coded in my mind.

Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Could make a good man bad

So for once in my life Let me get what I want Lord knows it would be the last time Lord knows it would be the first time

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Oh my friend, British men screeching is just about my favorite musical styling.

Want land in the valley There's pieces of you breaking off (Pieces of you breaking off)

Big money's in the basin, you don't come back without it He's killing with abandon to get over the mountain Got darkest rum from Mama, seething in the liver Blood disease from Papi, poisoning the river

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Friends on the Other Side works pretty well for Ranger, at the very least his attitude. Rainhaze's deal came from desperation rather than greed, but I do like things that speak to his thoughtless self-centeredness and hero complex.

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That's a Rainhaze song if I ever heard one!

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of Flesh and bones and they're all scared of A lost little boy who has lost his heart Fear's not enough, they have to Tear him apart

Follow the scent of iron sinking Deeper into corpses rotting But they can't hear you talk, talk, talk About every little thing

And the Hound Is humming you A lie, a lullaby

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Ohh, yeah... I can see it.

I wonder who I'd be If all these bad things Didn't happen to me

I must be The Virgin Mary To create a son Who will suffer so much <- the sloug.......

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The tone of the song is pretty light, but I can see the lyrics working! Especially drawing parallels between the original great destruction and the current onslaught.

Oh god, come quickly The execution of all things Let's start with the bears and the air And mountains, rivers and streams Then we'll murder what matters to you And move on to your neighbors and kids Crush all hopes of happiness with disease 'Cause of what you did

And lastly, you're all alone with nothing left but sleep But sleep never comes to you It's the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak It's just you and me

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Ah, that musical is on my watchlist but I haven't gotten around to it yet. I've heard pretty good things, though!

I roar! And you cry! I'm the reason You run and hide!

You better leave your hopes behind No one's gonna stop him You better hope he's out of sight Or you're doomed to be a victim

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Objectively wild pull, but I do love Johnny Cash, and his voice reminds me a lot of what Mallowstar's would be like. I like this song a lot with him. :,]

Well, I won't back down, no I won't back down You can stand me up at the gates of Hell But I won't back down

Well, I know what's right, I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin' me around But I stand my ground and I won't back down <- wahh mallowstar...

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I'd definitely this has big Slugpelt energy.

Dear, I fear we're facing a problem You love me no longer, I know And maybe there is nothing That I can do to make you do Mama tells me I shouldn't bother

Lately I have desperately pondered, Spent my nights awake and I wonder What I could have done in another way To make you stay

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It's a pretty good song!

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YAY Queen song! This is interesting; I can see it very well with characters that are still a spoiler to talk about.

So much ado, my lover So many games we played Through every fleeted summer Through every precious day

All dead, all dead All the dreams we had And I wonder why I still live on All dead, all dead And alone, I'm spared My sweeter half instead All dead and gone

Damn I ran out of video links

#ask #anon #music #pinepaw #rainhaze #slugpelt #deepdark #ranger #mallowstar

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Instincts: Dick Grayson x reader

I never wanted to do this.

It was not my intention to jump in front of Nightwing and take the impact of the force aimed at him, but years and years of training made my instincts kick in and it just happened.

“Protect them. Protect the team” was what I learnt.

Or maybe I was just trying to convince myself that it was just this sentence carved inside my brain and nothing beyond.

The truth was, however, that Dick was more than just a friend. At least to me, since it was purely one-sided and I was never his type. But when the danger came I did not hesitate to step on. Would I do the same for Dawn or Donna? Probably yes, but the motives of such action would be utterly different then with Dick.

And now, laying on the ground with blood dripping from stomach, I felt the rest of my consciousness drift away and before I gave in to the overwhelming darkness, the last thing I could hear was a scream of my name and someone was running towards me…….

***

I was born with some …. unique abilities that allowed to some sort of energy bending. It was like I felt it pulsing everywhere around me, coming from people, nature, electronic devices. I was like a plug connecting to the source of it and channeling it through myself into different object or forming it into burst of energy. For example I could draw sparks of power from one person and give it to someone else, who needed it more. A bit of exchange you may say. But my favorite trick was creating energy shields. All it took was focusing my own inner strength and forcing it out, forming protection. Smaller or bigger, differently shaped, depending on circumstances. It was cool, but as it usually happens in such events I knew that people would consider me a freak if they ever found out, so I kept it to myself. Of course, at some point people realized there was some strange occurrences and energy spikes every time I was around (in my defense : it was hard to control at the beginning, what can you expect from a 9 year old kid who has supernatural powers?). Due to that my parents decided it would be best to …. send me away, for a while…. Which soon became years and after 6 of them I lost hope they will ever come back for me. I was put in foster care with many other kids, trying my best to keep the abilities I was given away, staying in the shadows, by myself, being focused on my own things, not really forming any true relationship. But at nights…. At nights I used to sneak out the house into the streets of Gotham, feeling the energy rise and getting on top of the buildings to practice channeling (as I used to call it) to the point where I became perfect at it. Those were the moments when I felt like myself.

During one of my escapades I met Robin, Batman’s sidekick. Apparently, boys got into some sort of fight and for some crazy reason, absolutely coincidentally, he used my building to get some steam off.

“Hey, easy on that.” I blocked one of his R-shaped shurikens flying my direction “you may hurt someone”

“That is kind of the point.”

“You are Robin, aren’t you?”

“And who may you be?” he eyed me through the mask

“Oh, no one important. Just some mutant, practicing …..”

“Practicing what?”

“Energy bending.” I shrugged

“What?” his eyes grow wide at my words.”

“It’s nothing special, really…. Just …. You know what, let me show you. give me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Just do it. It’s not like I could hurt you.”

“Fine, but no funny bussisness” he stuck the hand and I drew some energy from him, transforming it into the biggest and strongest shield I ever made so far.

“You got a lot of anger inside, don’t you?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to. I just know some better use for this” I pointed at my work in front of us.

“How safe is this?” he asked taking a step towards the shield

“Never failed me before.”

“Are you trained by someone?”

“No.” I shook my head “no one really knows it. Back in the days…. I was considered a freak, so you know, I’m not a fan of showing off.”

“But you should be trained” he insisted

“By who, Robin? By Batman?” I mocked

“Actually this may be a good idea” someone spoke from behind me and out of instincts I threw a blast of energy towards the freaking Batman himself....

***

Luckily he did not take offence. If anything he took me in, so since that accident on the rooftop I became a part of the bat-family, being raised and trained with Robin, I mean Dick. He was complicated one, full of contradictions. Deeply caring, but always ready to push you away. Full of anger but sensitive inside. Looking for a friend but never ready to talk about the things that worried him. Complex, multi-layered and most probably that was the thing that was drawing me into him and his constantly buzzing energy. It was hard for me to admit that I felt hard for him, but as usual, I kept it all inside, making use of that feeling during training. And it worked since I was getting better and stronger. There was also Wonder Girl, Donna. She and I connected with the speed of light, since we were fairly similar, both sarcastic and snarky, trusting our guts, always prepared. The difference was that Donna was full of self-confidence, ready to jump into action without inhibitions and always, always getting her way. Perfect at executing plans which in my case stayed only on paper. With such friend I should never feel left out, right? And to be honest, they never made me feel like I was less than them. But that was how I felt. Dick and Donna were trained at fighting, skilled at hand to hand combat and many different styles and techniques of sparring. No matter how hard I tried I could never compare. I was good, just not good enough to go into first line of fighting. Instead my job was to protect them with my powers.

“It’s your duty to keep them safe, you hear me?” Bruce told me once. “You do not engage into direct combat, do you understand?”

Of course I did. How could I not. And I did protect them, always, at any cost. Making it my sole purpose so I could feel like I belonged. But I never did despite Wonder Girl and Bird Boy best efforts.

“You are a member of the team, YN” Donna told me, catching up on my doubts “and you are our friend. Without you I would never survive Dick’s attitude.” She smirked

“Hey!” Dick interrupted her “I don’t like it at all, but she’s right. You are a good person and we need you.”

“Just so I can protect you, right? That’s it.”

“Oh, stop it, YN. You are so much more than what you do. You keep me sane, and you keep Dick in check since you’re probably the only person he sometimes listens to.”

“Yeah, right, thanks guys.”

*** It worked this way for some time, but eventually we all had to grow up. Donna stopped being Wonder Girl, since in her own words she wanted to see what Donna Troy could give the world. And Dick…. Dick broke my heart, a couple of times, getting into a few relationships and finally getting cold feet and running away leaving Gotham, Bruce, his alter ego and me behind. I stayed because where else could I go. But I never forgot. I knew he was fully aware of my feelings and I hated him playing around with them. I said my goodbyes and moved on as well as he did, thinking we would never meet again. But life is funny.

Dick got himself into troubles, finding girl with some demonic powers, a hot-headed woman gifted with solar abilities and a shapeshifter game-addicted boy. A lot of complications made him turn to the old friends for advice, the old friend being Donna, and purely by accident, me, since he caught us together on the varnishing day. Donna became quite a successful photographer, Dick was a detective and I focused on some scientific work and writing. That was quiet a catch up and there was something different in him and in the way he looked at me.

“I missed you” he told me casually eyeing me with some unrecognizable look and I froze at the spot. No, not again. Been there, done that, but seemed like feelings for him where still there.

***

So the band was back together, add a couple of members and consider the fact Dick was now Nightwing not Robin, and we were fighting alongside once again.

And despite everything I still got those schemes of thinking carved in my brain. “Protect them. Protect the team. So I did. All of them, Rachel, Gar, Kori…. And Dick. This idiot got into a fight and being so sure he won turned around to the rest of us, smirking as if he just proved a point, not really checking it. Biggest mistake since the allegedly defeated opponent came at his back ready to kill.

“NO!” I yelled running forward, pushing the energy out, trying to shield him, but I did not have enough time. Instead of energy flow I only managed to create a beam, not enough to cover myself. However, I managed to hit the villain with it and this time neutrilising him for good as he fell to the ground. “I made it.” I thought but was quickly brought down on earth as something thick and hot started flowing from my stomach. Blood. A lot of blood. “Oh, shit” was my last though before I felt dizziness and darkness around. Before I drifted away I heard someone screaming my name and running towards me, preventing me from hitting the ground and laying me down gently. And then … then it was just nothing.

***

Third person pov

“YN!” Dick yelled pulling hair from her face and placing her head on his lap “No!” anger was so visible on his face and heard in his tone it got everyone more scared than usual of Nightwing's rage. “Please, no….. Take the energy from me, I know you can use it to help yourself. Please, don’t die on me... “ his grip became tighter and more desperate as he felt more blood dripping from her body and her life slowly fading “Please….” He sobbed feeling helpless and pathetic.

“Dick!?” Rachel came out of nowhere and rushed towards the boy and dying girl “What happened?! What did she do?”

“What she was always learned to do.” Donna came closer too, clutching on her friend’s other hand “Protected the team.”

“But why me?” Dick asked tearily “why didn’t she protect herself?”

“You are such an idiot, Boy Wonder” Donna would smack his forehead if the circumstances were different “she loves you, dumbass. She always did. Don’t act like you did not know.”

“I…. I love her too” he muttered almost inaudible but the girls heard the words.

“You should have told her.”

“I was scared”

“Of what you bunch of feathers?!” now Donna really did smack him

“Of losing her!”

“Well, look where it got you!”

“Guys!” Rachel yelled getting their attention and stopping their battering “She’s gonna be fine. I healed her.” The girl pointed at the place where bloody wound should be. “But she’s weak, she needs rest, so maybe we should get out of here.”

“You’re right” Dick stood up picking YN and holding her close to his chest. He wanted her to feel the warmth and safety while being in his arms and knew her abilities would provide it. Nightwing was dead set on never letting her get hurt because of him or even in his presence. Now, it was his job to protect her.

*** Back to first person pov

I couldn’t remember what happened, but when I opened my eyes I was lying in bed instead of being on a battle field. I tried to move but there was a sharp sting in the back of my stomach and I fell back onto the cushions with a gasp of pain.

”Fuck!” I moaned as the memories came back. Wait, the memories, the fight, the villain. Was Dick safe… Was he …..

“YN, hey, don’t. You got hurt, you need rest. Lay back down” a warm hand was placed on my waist putting me back into bed.

“Are you… are you alright?” I asked looking at Dick with fear and as he nodded I exhaled deeply “I’m glad.”

“Are you?”

“I’m alive.” I shrugged and the pain stung me again “Guess it’s Rachel doing, am I right. I owe her great thanks. I need to talk to her….” I tried to get up but he gently stopped me again, now both his hands on my waist and he was leaning closer. “Dick?” that was a bit uncomfortable and there was something off with the way his heart was beating. I could feel his adrenaline, energy and …. something more. “Let me go.” I commanded but it came weaker that intended.

“No.” he simply said and a second later his lips was on mine. This was real, but somehow so much better than I imagined. The kiss, as much as Dick was so full of contradictions. Soft and gentle, caring and testing but at the same time passionate and heated and clearly going for more.

“Wait.” I pulled away not ready to be played with again. “What is this about? What are doing?”

“Kissing you.” he said a bit surprised.

“I noticed, but why? What’s the game you’re playing?”

“I hurt you a lot, didn’t I?”

“You’re not making any sense, Dick.”

“I’m sorry” he grabbed my hand gently caressing it with his thumb and the temperature in the room just became a bit hotter. Crazy how the kissing did not make me hot and this simple, caring gesture did.

“What…..?” I started but he cut me

“I must have hurt you since now that I’m admitting how much I love you, you think I’m fooling around….” He looked down, avoiding my gaze.

“You what now?” I could not believe the words he said

“I almost lost you.” Dick closed his eyes but opened them quickly. “And that made me realize I never told you how I really feel. And I should have done it. A long, long time ago...” Last words were barely a whisper

“How long?” I grabbed his chin and made him look at me “How long did you have them? Those feelings?”

“Years.” He admitted involuntarily

“How classic” I muttered “that almost-death experience got it out of you.”

“YN….”

“Why? Why run into arms of Dawn and then Kori and who knows who else?” I should have been happy, right? So why I felt the pain and anger and unfairness of it all?

“I tried to forget about how I felt. You were a teammate. This was a leverage, a threat. If I were to lose focus while on field…..” he shook his head.

"From what I know Dawn were a teammate as well. And so is Kori" I hissed and sighed deeply “You should have told me Grayson."

“This would have changed everything between us.”

“And doesn’t it now?” I asked and let the question hang for a while

“Do you feel the same?” he tried to change the subject

“You did not answer my question!”

“You didn’t answer mine!”

“I asked you first!”

“I asked you second”

“Will you two just quit it and confess to each other?” Donna came through the door “Come on you two, thin walls!” she rolled her eyes and disappeared again leaving us a bit ashamed, looking at the floor. None of us wanted this little burst popped and all the team included in our personal affairs.

“It’s different this time.” Dick sighed answering.

“Good to see some things never change. It’s still so damn hard to get information out of you detective” I crossed my arms looking at him expectanly

“Bruce is not around this time. You know that he would have ruined this relationship before it even started."

“That’s a fair point” I admitted “and it’s only fair if I give you the answer too.” suddenly I became shy “I do .... I share the feelings for you, feather boy.Robin.Nightwing.Dick.Whoever you are or choose to be. ”

“Good” he leaned again and captured my lips in a short, chaste kiss “now scoot over."

“Why?” I did not bother but he just grabbed me and made me move.

“I’m going to lay next to you.”

“Dick, what are you…..?”

“Shh. Not a word. Just come here” he motioned for me to come closer and as I did he closed his arms around me pulling me in. “How does it feel?”

“Safe. You make me feel safe.” I muttered into his chest enjoying his warmth presence so close to me.

“Good. Because that is the only thing you will be feeling next to me from now on” he kissed the top of my head “safe and loved. Those are just natural instincts with you.”

@pinksirensong @somest1

#dick grayson #dc titans #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x oc #nightwing fanfiction #nightwing x y/n #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x oc #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fanfiction #dc x you #dc x reader #dc imagine

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t00thpasteface · 5 months

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How do you like the mash movie?

I saw the series first, my dad is a fan and we used to watch it together, and was surprised at its more serious tone. Frank Burns also struck me as also a pathetic idiot but in such a different way and also has these evil vibes. Because of you I discovered the books, got them, and im having even more shocks!

i fucking LOVED IT. i was absolutely HOWLING the entire time. my favorite bits were:

the opening where you see the dangling arms of the bodies in the choppers??? oh my god. i was like GASP. the insane blood and gore was awesome and really drove home how petty and wacky everyone's being

hawkeye's stupid tinted glasses and bucket hat <3 sooo 70s.

mulcahy getting immediately ignored the second he's introduced. mulcahy basically acting like a frightened mouse in every scene he has. he is so sad. he's really not cut out for this

frank being introduced as an aggressive bible thumper (very funny contrast to the likeable and shy priest) so him cheating on his wife with margaret, who is also married, is even funnier

radar(!!) being the one who puts the mic under frank and margaret's bed

mulcahy hearing them bang, leaning in bc he thinks it's a radio program he enjoys, and going D: when he Realizes

suicide is painless. holy shit. did you know a 14 y/o wrote the lyrics? his dad said "i needed the lyrics to be extremely stupid, and 14 year old boys are masters of stupidity." mom just learned that and has been telling all her 50-60 y/o friends. also both versions in the movie are sung beautifully (and thus hilariously)

the unbelievable fruitiness of hawkeye and trapper at all points but especially in the golf related scenes

trapper spawning the olives out of nowhere. player.placeatme olivejar 1

bring me the sultry bitch with the fire in her eyes! (dramatic zoom)

RADAR STEALING HENRY'S BLOOD??

hawkeye's entire interaction with painless just SCREAMING "chaotic bisexual who's been out the longest of anyone in the friendgroup and will forcefully yank you out of the closet the second you start questioning"

racists do not get dignified with a response. racists get shoved out of their chair

DON'T LET HIM KISS YOU HAWKEYE!

frank getting carted away in a straitjacket and never seen again

margaret hating the idea of football until the general wants it and suddenly she's a cheerleader with pigtails bc she's completely spineless. god she's so evil in this i LOVE horrible evil women. full agency at being the worst person ever <333 i support women's wrongs and i love watching chicks who are just slow-motion car crashes

"i was thinking we should have some plays, cause yknow, football teams always have plays" "actually i took the liberty of drawing about seven or eight plays for us to try ^_^" "great! ...what do these arrows mean?"

MASH EM! SMASH EM! KILL, KILL, KILL!

OH MY GOD THEY SHOT HIM!!!

hawkeye suddenly not wanting to leave once he's actually able to 🥺

end credits being read over the loudspeaker like the other movie night announcements. so. cute.

okay sorry. good movie. i had fun and cried laughing ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

#shebbz shoutz #mash #m*a*s*h #mash 1970 #ask

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capturecharlesau · 6 months

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Hey I know we don’t talk much but aaa the urge ti send a ask is just killing me

sorry if it’s nonsense, it’s 3:30am at the start of writing this lol

your art is fucking amazing, I wish I could draw like you. It expresses the emotions wonderfully without feeling out of place in the darker moments. Art style wise, you’re like my idol. I just want to fucking nom on it and shake it

your story is beautiful, honestly one of my favorite THSC AUs. It conveys darker themes without feeling too disconnected from the original series. I mean, even I struggle to make my AU actually seem like a AU. I really like Terrence as well, even though he’s still a bad guy he stands out much more then the other evil Terrys I typically see

the character designs are super original, and they work nicely. Honestly I have a problem finding the differences between everyone’s designs for Charles and Reginald, but I can always easily spot you. Personally design wise, Terrence and Charles are my favorites

I thought I wouldn’t like Danny, but I really do. I feel bad for what I originally thought. I want to hug him goddamnit! He’s such a pretty guy, and he gets bonus points for being bigender since I basically never see rep for them sadly

your comic made me realize 1. how abusive I really was to my ex, and 2. how abusive others were to me. I don’t wanna go into details (since I don’t want to make you uncomfortable), but your comic really did help me

I can’t wait to see what you do next with the story! (and I’m sorry if I ever creeped you out)

@candikin Bro…. Im am so fucking HAPPY ON THIS ASK YOU GAVE ME! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I LOVE THESE TYPES OF ASKS!! IM YOUR IDOL!? OOH THANK YOU IM HAPPY YOU ACTUALLY LIKE MY STUFF!! :D

If there’s something I really LOVE it’s the way I do emotions!!! I LOVE MAKING FACES WITH THSC CHARACTERS AAAAAH!!! THANK YOU THE DARKER MOMENTS FEEL IN PLACE WITH THE EXPRESSIONS AAAH!!

Thank you for loving my story SO MUCH!! I try to relate THSC stuff to it as well so it doesn’t feel out of place! MSNENDJDJDMDN THIS IS YOUR FAVORITE AU!? IM SHAKING THANK YOU I POUR MY SOUL AND DARK FEELINGS INTO IT! THANK YOU! I’m so happy many people like my AU aaah!!

Ahhh yes Terrence Suave! When I saw that frame of him in ITA and after a few fanfics I saw him as pure evil! >:D The thing that makes my Terrence stand out is that my Terry is honestly a DEMON! He is literally pure evil and loves blood, pain, and seeing men, women, and children suffer a slow and painful death! Basically I portray him as satan himself from hell with his snake like behavior!

Terrence Suave a literal traumatic man who suffered abuse who then realized he has no purpose on the world other then to abuse Reginald and KILL AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND KILL THE HUMAN RACE as an all mighty snake demon!

The point is ….my Terrence is PURE evil! My Terrence is a pure black heart 🖤 filled with anger, sadness, and trauma!

AH THANK YOU! Coming up with the designs for the characters were easy after using my imagination a bit with some music! Aaaaah GLAD YA LIKE EM!!

AWWEEE MY REGINALD AND CHARLES STAND OUT!!!??? AAW THANK YOU! I think people can notice my character since my versions tend to look more anxious! Like this:

(Plus Reginald has his giant scar Terrence gave him!)

OH IM HAPPY YOU LIKE MY TERRENCE AND CHARLES DESIGNS!!! OOOH!

For Terry since he has his golden gun I always assumed his suit would be bright yellow and yellow glow-y eyes and a yellow dollar sign pin and a orange-yellowish tie! And of course…..blonde hair lol

Charles I always liked the white military outfit with a black tie hehe and I added some red eyes and some cute stickers on his headphones!

AWW HEHDJDKWBWHSJDHETHANK YOU FOR THINKING MY DANNY BOY IS A SWEET PRETTY GUY!! AAWW HE IS!! IT’S OK I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! BUT HE HAS HIS REASONS! AAAH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM NOW DANNY WILL GIVE YOU A SWEET PINK HEART!! 💕

Aahhh yes! He is bi-gender and I’m so happy I can help represent some people and help them feel more comfortable :3

No worries pal it’s all good! I know my comic is VERY dark with abuse and how it affects others in a bit of a dramatic way but you see what I mean!

I’m so happy your safe and you made that step to change! That immediately makes you WAY better then Terrence who decided to not listen!

Thank you so much for this ask OH MY GOSH IT MADE MY DAY THANK YOU! HUGS AND KISSES!

Give credit at @bluetorchsky and @jaytoons7 and @smoresthehalloweenqueen for helping me with making character development as weelllll 💕

#thsc #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #captured!charles au #danny felizima #terrence suave #reginald copperbottom #charles calvin

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orginllazyblog · 14 days

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AFK Arena drawings I did :D

Also, Headcannons!

First attempt drawing Annih

Honestly, the closest accurate if Lilith finally adds the two gods in the game

More drawings of him:

10% blood left -> 90% almost complete

Small headcanon: Dura and Annih create the celestial twins as they weren't first created to start off as kids to adults. As well for them handle Annih's work when he "left".

Next is his outfit, which is giving a Maleficent vibe. The second one is his celestial outfit:

A close-up of him. Giving him braids. You may also find that I drew little fireballs, references from his loading screen background, or from the wiki website if you don't know what I mean. Coming up with his clothing design, I have a feeling he would wear something that covers his neck to feet.

Yeah, you might think he would show more of his skin and consider he's the creator of the Hypogeans. Nah! Boy would wear a black hoodie in the middle of a hot summer.

You may also find that I drew little fireballs, references from his loading screen background, or from the wiki website if you don't know what I mean.

One is chaotic gremlin, and the other is more chill. A dark red mix magenta makes the mortals give into becoming Hypogeans, which explains for those like Lucretia and Lavatune who were once humans. The chill one is the creator of the Graveborns and thus report to Annih on their activities. The reason why Annih is not guiding the souls to the afterlife was to play his villain role until Dura's vacation is over.

But hey, that's just fan theory

Anyway, it's Dura's turn:

Young and sweet 👍🏼 while he's more mature and serious. I had fun drawing her long, wavy hair. Surprisingly, this is the only drawing I have for her while I drew her brother more.

Oh yeah! Speaking of that. I intend to make these two as siblings instead of having typical Hades x Persephone stereo type because it's just makes the Hades character more misunderstood. Looking back at @tatarella afk Arena post, it seems dev lilith's made him that way; jealous of Dura's favoritism, hated his job, and want destruction to Esperia.

Me: Alright, I'ma do it in my own way.

HC #1: Annih was not given attention from his creator, Honas, Primordial God of Order and Creation. This makes him question his eternal life crisis, thus telling Dura that he wanted to just disappear as he thinks he doesn't have much potential like her. She tells him that he's important to this world and that they were meant to be a pair of siblings who look after each other as they were made that way. Even though one is busy with their God duties, they give him a gift, which is a library filled with every Esperian mortal life recorded in a book. He never likes the humans as much as his sister and prefers a quiet environment.

HC #2: Him being a cold brother but secretly cares and worries for his sister. Back then, she was too nice, and he fears that someone could try to take her naiveness to their greedy intentions. He made sure to warn her multiple times to never be fooled by the humans. That one Hazbin Hotel reference: "You don't take shit from any demons!"

HC #3: When Dura and Annih were fighting during the war to make everyone believe their acting, he didn't want to hurt the only closet family he had besides Honas who they haven't seen him ever since from the beginning. He had a theory that if something were to happen between the siblings, Honas would come to deal with them, but somehow, they did not after that war.

HC #4: Goodbye, young Dura, now she's gone through character development. The reason why I headcanon that she stay at the Dislyte universe was that the game was also created by Lilith developers. There, she learned the fashion style, technology, trends, and some of the people, though she was only here for a vacation.

HC #5: With every mortal life recorded in the book, it also recorded the gods like Dura and Annih themselves. Though, he decided not to read his or hers because he respects privacy. One time, he found what seemed to be two large, thick books with strange cover. He then realized this was Honas and Lutos' life book still recording, but he never read it as he never wanted to remember Honas. As for Lutos, he knew they're more dangerous and that Honas was guarding the prison throughout eons. Annih never told Dura as she wonders if Honas would ever come to visit as she see them as a father figure. Yeah, I'm giving Annih Daddy issues.

HC# 6: Okay, this is the last one. Honas and Lutos, I headcanon that they are genderless, though Honas takes the form of a masculine figure, and Lutos takes the form of a feminine figure. Maybe even starting off as enemies to lovers as I have been writing about quite a lot 😅

#afk arena #afk arena fanart #fanart #traditional art #afk dura #afk annih #i feel more related to annih not gonna lie #afk honas #afk lutos

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sweet-honey-fruit · 2 years

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awh, im glad you enjoyed yourself with that, sweet thing~

shall i indulge you in soft dom dottore? of course, he's a sadistic sociopath. but you? oh, you. he'd caress every curve of your body, every ridge of your soft back.

he's madly in love with you, but everyone has their own definition of mad. for him, being madly in love means lovingly worshipping your body, whispering praises through spiked teeth, leaving soft kisses behind bruises and cuts.

sighs. he's so... mmm....

This man has me in a chokehold metaphorically and I wish he did physically. He’s number two on my favorite genshin men list (just below Venti, no one can dethrone my beloved). I cherish the idea of soft dom dottore. Always mixing degrading with praising. “You’re doing so amazing for me, my cock sleeve. Always doing everything to please their master, such a good girl/boy.” He’ll kiss down your body, biting down hard enough to draw a little blood, and he’ll coo at your cries of pleasure and pain. He’ll kiss it afterward once more, before continuing down your body. While he’s fucking you, he’ll have his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you euphoric as he pounds into your g-spot. He’ll overstimulate you, making you orgasm over, and over, and over. Each time repeating “You can take one more for me, can’t you? I know you can, 'cause you’re so good for me.” By the end of it, you’re trembling and muttering out his name and nothing else. Covered in bite marks, scratches, and hickeys. Marked as being his and only his. Then he’ll hold you close while cleaning up your cum filled hole and minor injuries. Kissing your head, playing with your hair, whispering about how much he loves you, that you’re more than a “cock sleeve”, that you’re the best person to ever grace the lands of Teyvat and he’s so lucky to have you by his side. I love this man.

#street talk #dottore smut #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader

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wasyago · 9 months

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hello hello! if u ever do decide to get more into prime defenders, the first seven episodes are a little iffy but i can attest to it getting better (WAY WAY better) after that, and apparently season 2 is even better. so it might be worth getting into at some point if ur interested ^^

also would HIGHLY recommend blood in the bayou if u like horror because. my god it’s my favorite campaign BY A LOT which is saying something cuz i love all the campaigns i’ve listened to so much, but blood in the bayou hits different. it’s run by charlie, very horror based with a really cool premise that charlie executed fantastically, and it’s only got four episodes ^^

either way i’ve finally caught up w riptide and can finally go through your art for it and oh boy it’s literally so so so cool i’m losing my mind, i love how you draw la alma he is so friend shaped

i hope you’re having a great day, and be sure to Just Roll With It! (<- very funny yet incredibly subtle reference. i’m so tired)

hehehhehe i love the reference >:)c always hear it in grizzly's voice in my head ("and just roll with it baybee!!") and also waaa thank you, i love drawing la alma <3 kitty <3 need to draw more of him, but also there's so many cool npc's that i also want to draw aughh not enough hours in a day smh i need twice as much, maybe thrice.....

about other campaigns!

i think someone said in the tags (or replies, don't remember) under my post that first 7 episodes of pd were kinda eh, and it did feel like the first episodes were less serious and less engaging. like, literally my favorite characters after watching them are tide and wavelength, which is like???? one of them barely talked even. but i do believe that it gets better, i saw some of the art and it looks amazing and super interesting!

blood in the bayou. im so absolutely INSANE about. charlie as a dm is SO fucking good im kicking screaming and crying im not normal. everything from the voices he does to the way he explains things and creates atmosphere to the way he treats players and characters augghhbhhbbbbb words cannot explain how much i love it. i LOVE blood in the bayou, its literally perfect in every aspect. the setting, the game, the art (dont get me started on the art), augh augh augh augh--

both of them (and apotheosis!!!) are on patreon tho, which i sadly don't have access to, no matter how bad i want to watch them or to know what happens next. don't want to get into politics much, but. its not that i don't have 10 dollars or however much the lowest tear is, patreon just doesn't work where i live. same as spotify, paypal, steam, and all the other payed services. vpn works for twitter, instagram, ao3, tiktok, but everything that includes banks and dealing with money and paperwork doesn't get fixed by just changing connection unfortunately. it has its benefits, i don't get ads on youtube or twitch, but everything else sucks. and atm the only real way to deal with it is move to another country... (which sounds pretty good, ngl)

#yagotalk #also fun fact. had to watch bitb with a vpn. it literally got censored for how good it was-- or for the amount of drugs mentioned... whoops

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chicknstripz · 1 year

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∘₊✧ [[ Flesh wound ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing|| Fem!Reader X Jesse Word Count|| 837 Tags|| dad!Jesse, mild injury, blood is mentioned, fluff, Jesse being a good Dad. Synopsis|| You come home to find your loving husband tending to your ad'ika.

Blood prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Low chatter draws your attention as you enter your apartment, the gentle back and forth of its occupants making your heart swell with love. The first voice was deep and rich, his distinct flash-trained accent rounding each word as he spoke. It had mellowed over the years, smoothed and softened by years of listening to his commander, but it was no less familiar - your smile growing as he addressed his companion.

“This is going to sting, but I know you can handle it. Right trooper?”

A low sniffle follows, the lighter voice of your son muted by a small hand wiping a tear stained face.

“Right.”

“Atta boy.”

You can just picture the smile on Jesse’s face, the upward curve of his lips and crinkle of his eyes making the lower end of his tattoo distort. It was one of your favorite sights in the whole wide world, the light that shone in your eyes more than enough to make you fall in love with him all over again. Stars, even the sight of him standing opposite your small child made you gush, his broad frame near hiding the toddler from sight as he fiddled with the sprawled contents of a first aid kit.

“I want you to take three deep breaths for me, count them for me ad’ika.”

“One -- two --”

Your son never got to three, the world hissed from between taught lips as Jesse wiped his bloodied knee clean with a sterilizing wipe. Poor kid. You didn’t like the sterilizing wipes either, especially when they made contact with an open wound, and it made you want to run in and wrap your arms around him. But you didn’t. Jesse seemed to have the situation more than handled, the ease in which he tended to the scrape making your head spin as he whispered soothing words to the toddler.

“You're doing great kid, Kix would be so proud.”

“He would?”

The youngster’s voice trembles, his innocent tone empathized by the whistle of a lost tooth.

“Absolutely! He’s seen grown men flee at the sight of a sterilizing strip.”

That earns him a hesitant giggle, the pain of the scrape long forgotten as he continues to clean the wound. You can tell at a glance that it’s one of those scrapes kids are prone to, that your excitable toddler had probably fallen over in the middle of one of their games, but that doesn’t stop you from gushing at how competent your partner is. He has the wound dressed in no time at all, his eyes sparkling with warm pride as he fishes a sucker from his belt pouch.

“In fact, he’d insist I gave you one of these for being such a good patient.”

You laugh as your son drops down from the counter, his rounded cheeks dimpling as he catches sight of you in the doorway.

“Mommy! I got a sucker!”

“You did? You must have been very brave indeed.”

He nods his head emphatically, his wild curls bobbing as he rolls up to his toes and back down again.

“I was! Daddy said ba’vodu Kix would be very proud.”

“And daddy’s never wrong, right ad’ika?”

“Right!”

You grin as you ruffle his curls, your head tilting in the direction of the living room as you turn him gently towards it.

“I think my brave boy deserves to watch some cartoons, don’t you?”

You don’t think you’ve seen him vacate a room so fast, your laughter rolling pleasantly in your chest as Jesse curls his arms around your midsection. He’s so warm and firm, the breadth of his torso making you feel oh so safe as he pulls you flush against him.

“Sorry. I should have com’d you the second he took that tumble.”

“You know you don’t need to.”

“But you’re his mother. Kix told me before his birth that you’d be very upset if I didn’t tell you he’d sustained an injury in my care.”

You snot, as ever entertained by his brother’s wild interpretation of natborn emotions.

“I think that brother of yours regularly forgets you’re an ARC, with all the training that goes with it.”

You reach up, curling your arm to palm the back of his head in a gentle hold.

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t trust your judgment, stars, just watching you with him makes me think we’re ready for another child.”

His breath catches, an odd stuttering sound that makes you smile as he nestles his nose against your temple. You know what being a father means to him, that he enjoys and treasures every single moment of it, so for you to add to his boundless joy? It means the galaxy to him! The vibration of air filling his chest makes you giddy as he pulls you closer with a growl.

“Kriffing love you.”

“Love you too.”

You always would, for in him you’d found the perfect husband and father, your life a blessed thing as you pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.

#cfb2023 #arc trooper jesse x reader #dad!Jesse #Clones as fathers #I'm soft for this!#He'd be such a good dad!#they all would!#HOLD ME!#star wars fanfiction #one shot #drabble #prompt challenge

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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Babe! What about reader being friends with dustin (like she used to be his babysitter) and using him to be close to eddie because she's had a crus on him since he borrowed her a pink pencil in like 7th grade or something like that idk

A/n: ooh so cute!

Eddie Munson, people said a lot of things about him, a lot of things that weren’t true. You heard the whispers of him being a Satan worshipper, that he drank the blood of innocent animals.

Honestly who came up with that kinda crap?

“Idiots that’s who! Eddie is fuckin awesome!” The voice of Dustin chimed in breaking you from your thoughts. You were driving him and his friends to their little club. Being Dustin’s former baby sister his mother trusted you to watch him. You did not mind of course, he was like a little brother to you besides hanging out with him meant that you could spend time with Eddie.

The boy you’ve had a crush on since 7th grade, ever since he borrowed your favorite pink pencil. Ever since he drew kickass demon dog on your arm, him even going as far as to give you a drawing of the dog when he found out you were being transferred to another school. You knew it was silly, to have a crush on someone you probably didn’t even remember you.

“You gonna join us today or you gonna lame and sit out again.” Mike asked, you knew he was teasing you of course. The teen having figured out your crush on Eddie.

“I think I’ll actually join you today.” It was not secret, you would always join Dustin and the others and soon you and it did not take long for you and Eddie to become friends.

And Keeping your promise you did join the game, while you did not know much you managed go at least keep your character alive. Though you stepped back letting the gang celebrate a win thanks to Erica.

“Y/n.”

Nearly jumping out of your skin you turned around to see Eddie giving you a nervous smile. “Hey Eddie.Surprised you remember my name.” You let out a forced laugh oh to stop when a pink pencil was thrusted on your face. It looked just like the one you let him borrow back in 7th grade, right down to the large puffball on the top.

“You think I would forget about the only girl who was nice to me?” Eddie glanced down for a moment, he was trying his best to work out his feelings for you with out messing this up. “What I’m try to say is that I like you y/n….like a lot…I’ve had a crush on you for years an-.”

“Eddie”Giving him a smile you stepped closer to him, your fingers wrapping around the pink pencil only to tug him close. The man stumbling forward his his hands found themselves wrapped around your waist,as he nervously glanced away. Your voice was so soft though he did not know how to react to the heat of it.

“I’ve feel the same way.” Standing on your toes you pressed a kiss to his lips. Eddie was about to depend it until the loud cheering snapped you both out of it.

“Ah y/n I feel a little hurt.” Dustin gave you a grin, you knew what he was up too. “I can’t believe you used me to get close to Eddie again.” He was teasing of course. He couldn’t be happier for you both, to the girl that would always stick up to him, the one that acted like a big sister when you didn’t have to and to Eddie, that made me feel welcomed.

“Alright…everyone leave! I want to talk to Eddie alone.”

Dustin’s eyes went wide for a moment “Is that code for se-.” Unable to finish his sentence, Mike shot you an apologetic smile as he and the others stepped out.

Making sure you two were alone, you quickly locked the door giving Eddie a grin. “Want to see my tattoo?”

“You have a tattoo?” Eddie did his best to look you over, trying to find it as you suddenly placed your hands on his chest pushing him down on the couch.

Straddling his lap, your lips brushed his jaw. “It’s in a spot where I have to get naked.”

“I’m very curious now….I..I would like to see it.”

“Good.”

#drabbles #drabble #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4 #stranger things

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birdmenmanga · 8 days

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*skids into chat* MANGAKA OF CHORUS AKA A BEDROCK WORK OF THE BIRDMEN COMMUNITY IS ALSO READING ONE OF MY FAVORITE MANGA (MAGUS BRIDE?!) AND OR ANIME WATCHING?!? HOLY SHIT!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! TAKAYAMA CHISE PARALLELS REAL??????? EXCITEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW IS IT HOW ARE YOU I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL HAVE A NICE DAYYYYY

LOLLL I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN A FAN OF ANCIENT MAGUS' BRIDE since like... idk... high school? I think I reread the manga maybe half a year ago and I decided to check out the anime after a conversation with kitsoa about how witch hat atelier might be adapted into animation and she mentioned the lighting and effects in ancient magus' bride and honestly it was really great! they definitely cut a lot out to make the anime work but I think they did such a good job paring it down. all the loose ends were wrapped up etc. etc.

I think if the tag were more populated I'd probably have become more invested in it but unfortunately the elias hornyposting is not really doing it for me. I actually really wanted to make fanart for it at one point but then I chickened out because I was like "idk man... does anyone even care abt them..." (I have a soft spot for the spider girl and the gorgon guy in the college arc... I forget their names but you know what I'm talking about.)

I've only watched the first season because when I was reading it I kinda lost the plot halfway through the college arc and like. I know I won't understand it if I just have it in the corner of my screen as I draw LMAO

The thing that stood out most to me in the anime is the sound design and music... that shit's crazy... you know how in hbomb's patho video he talks about how well maybe sometimes video games aren't supposed to be fun. maybe sometimes they're supposed to convey futility and your lack of control. and I think this is exactly how I feel about the magus bride soundtrack (at least some of it)

There are very few songs I would listen to from the soundtrack just on my own BUT it all works extremely well in context. sometimes the music is tickling you in an uncomfortable way at the base of your neck and that's exactly what it's supposed to do. it's so good at conveying the feeling of something uncanny and not quite right

and YES the takayama chise parallels... ohhh you want to save people so bad to the point of hurting yourself... taking kamoda's shot from him is SO chisecore of him tbh. personally I've always seen elias as closer to takayama than chise in the sense that the only version of himself he's ever really known was something that wasn't quite here nor there. but I do think takayama and elias have character arcs that go in different directions. elias "then I've got to stop being a monster" ainsworth versus takayama "ascent into christhood" sou etc. etc. (I guess elias's arc is more similar to souji from kekkaishi's, huh...?)

uh I do have to say that I really enjoy that chise is suffering consequences from her actions though. like you know I think takayama should suffer consequences more I think that would be interesting. like everything just slides off him and that's very takayama but I think it would be fun. you know. if he got thrown down the plinko once in a while. like now that you've pointed this out I DO have a longing for takayama coughing up blood etc. but then again birdmen was never about limits, it was about the lack thereof so I guess that's understandable... ah...

I think it's so funny the overlap between birdmen fans and magus bride fans... the liminal space between being human and inhuman brings all the boys to the yard or whatever

#just thinking thoughts...#asks #anonymous #LOLLL I'M DETERMINED TO HAVE AT LEAST ONE MNY PRINT FOR THE CON IN DECEMBER...#I think that outfit she wore to exorcise the cats was so pretty... I think I want to draw just like. a picture of her #no bg or anything just her with the boughs and lantern and anklet bangles etc.

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nushy · 2 years

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It is time.

I still don't have a title for this one, but... part 1 is here. also: part 2 and part 3

A/N: besties, i needed something positive after s4, vol.2 so here we don't have anything supernatural - just a normal Hawkins, normal kids, etc, etc. Our pretty boy is alive and well.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you are the new girl in town and Eddie is seeing something he likes. And you too. (i am sooooo bad at summaries)

warnings: a lot of spelling and grammar errors (sorry, english is not my native language), blood, punching, cursing, drug use, smoking, strong language (?), maybe SA if you squint, in the next parts there will be smut. idk

word count: 1.4K

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You knew the day was going to be bad the moment you woke up. First, the milk had gone bad so you just skipped breakfast, then your car broke so you had to walk to school and on your way there your favorite bracelet tore and you just threw it away. And to top it all off – well, you had to go to school.

The day only got worse when, while strolling through your locker and searching for a pen, someone stood by you and started talking to you.

“Hey, new girl, wanna come with me tonight to show you the town?” You looked at the guy – and, oh my god, the most generic white boy was smiling stupidly at you. What’s more, he was part of the basketball team. Fuck, you thought to yourself. Yes, of course, new girls always get the attention, especially when they were dressed like you – short black skirt and pretty cropped top handmade by you from one of your favorite band t-shirts (very against the school dress code but you really didn’t care). But what was he thinking, trying his luck with you – what were you going to talk about – you doubted that he knew any of the bands you liked, or the scary movies, or the fantasy books. Plus, he was soooo far from your type.

“No, thanks, I’ve got plans” you responded and then resumed your pen search.

“What plans can you have, I doubt that you have any friends here to have plans with” he chuckled at his own joke. You took a deep breath, trying not to scream right there and then. And in this moment, your salvation came by – you knew the boy vaguely, cause you saw him yesterday at lunch and were immediately drawn to him – his long curly hair, leather jacket and denim vest with Dio stitch on the back and of course, you favorite, his big metal rings. When you passed by his table you heard him talking about the gig he was having the next evening with his band and you noted that in your head. Now this was your alibi. You stretched out your hand and grabbed the boy that was passing by, drawing him to you.

“Well, yeah, tonight I’m going to see him playing with his band” you said pretty conveniently, one of the boys was shocked and the other one was a bit… disgusted?

“What? Eddie Munson? This freak? You better be joking” he scoffed. The boy next to you, Eddie, just signed but still didn’t try to escape your grasp, he was intrigued. And you were pissed so you decided that it will be the hard way.

“You talking about yourself? You a freak?” you asked dumbly and laughed. His face became red, and Eddie reacted for the first time with a sincere laugh.

“You bitch, I was just trying to be nice.” the player was angry. But the way he called you made you furious. And Eddie immediately knew because your hand, that was still on his, grasped him harder.

“What did you just call me?” you asked, your jaw clenched.

“What you are – a bitch. I was trying to be nice but apparently you like the weirdos.” He was a total douche and you knew what those needed, so you let go of Eddie’s hand, and you punched the idiot in the face. Right in the nose – and that was the best feeling of the day. He immediately put his hands on his face, a small trail of blood got to his mouth. Eddie gasped, then let out a small laugh.

“Don’t ever dare to call me bitch…. or him a freak.. ever again” you said, standing close to his face, his eyes wide and shocked, but full of anger. With him still standing shocked in front of you, you turned to Eddie and said calmly:

“Wanna skip the next class and go somewhere far from this shithole?” He was a bit taken aback but still nodded and you grabbed his hand and guided him to the exit.

Outside of the school building you managed to take a deep breath and to think clearly about the situation you were in, Eddie’s hand still in yours.

“Wow” was all he could say. You looked at him and started laughing, not knowing how else to react. He looked at you, confused at first, but soon joined you in the laugh. “It was a really good punch tho.”

“Yeah, my father taught me how to punch, said I had to be like the boys or better.” you explained, dryly smiling.

“This one was definitely better.” Eddie looked at you, from head to toes, for the first time. And, boy, was he impressed. Not just by the outfit – but by your face, the fire in your eyes, the messy, yet beautiful, hair, the chipped black nail polish and the several skull rings on your fingers. You blushed. And for some minutes there was silence.

“So, where are we going? And can you drive, my car broke this morning.” you broke the silence. Eddie looked around, thinking, then smiled and grabbed you by the waist.

“I have the perfect idea. And we don’t even need a car.” So you two left the parking in front of the school.

It really was a short walk through the woods, until you got to a clearing with a wooden table in the center and two wooden benches.

“My favorite spot, no one comes here.” he said with a delight in his voice. And, to be fair, you liked the place – it was quiet, it was nature, and there was no one around. You sat on the bench, Eddie sat on the opposite one, there was silence once again. You got your backpack on the table and started to search for something, Eddie looking at you with confusion. He really didn’t know what to expect next from you.

“Want some?” you took out a blunt and handed it to him. And, boy, was he shocked, because he expected everything, but definitely not this. “Or you don’t use those kind of things.” You continued when you didn’t get a response. Eddie finally managed to react letting out a loud laugh.

“Sweety, I sell those things.” It was your time to be shocked, as he put his black lunch box that you noticed just now, and he opened it. You looked inside and nodded with a grin on your face.

“Yep, you definitely sell those things.” then you both laughed. You lit the joint and took turns until you both were feeling light as feathers.

“So, you new here?” he asked. You took a deep breath, your thoughts were a bit scrambled but not that much.

“Yeah, came here 3 days ago with my father. He’s a truck driver, his station is near, so we settled here, in the trailer park.” Eddie’s eyes grew bigger.

“No way, I live there too.” You honestly didn’t know that but it was a really cool coincidense.

“Yeah, basically I live mostly alone, as my father is always on the road, but he makes good money and he sends me to help me. But I still consider finding a job. Shitty part is I have to finish school, and I’ve changed a lot of those. Good thing is, this time I managed to go two days without punching someone, last time I punched the guidance lady on my first day… but it was her fault, she acted like I was stupid.” The weed made you chatty, but it seemed like Eddie didn’t mind as he was carefully listening to you talking about your life.

You had no idea how much time has passed as you talked about everything there is to talk about (you definitely clicked as your interests were basically the same), but it was slowly getting darker and Eddie suddenly jumped.

“The gig!” he looked at his clock. “Damn, it starts in two hours, gotta go or the boys will be pissed.” you looked him with heavy eyes but still stood up.

“Yeah, but Eddie, I will be heading home, not feeling like going to a bar right now.” You looked him in the eyes and for a moment you could have sworn there was a trace of sadness (or were you just high?). He lifted slowly his shoulders and tried to be casual:

“You lose.” he said with a grin. And with that said you both headed to the school parking lot for him to hop on his van. You sobered up quickly while walking through the woods, Eddie also looked quite fine. There was silent once again but it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was nice. Your hands brushed lightly, you smiled not sure if it was because of the weed, or you just started to fall for the boy, not knowing that he was thinking just the same.

“Want a ride? I can give you a lift to the trailer park and then head to the Hideout. " You declined.

“I need a bit more fresh air, I will walk. You go or you will be late.” Eddie smiled so sincerely that you wanted to jump right away in the van next to him, but you just waved goodbye and walked away.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson ff #eddie munson fic

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sunghoonalter-archived · 2 years

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Idol pairing: Jay x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: angst, hint of fluff

Warnings: implied death, mentions of blood, crying, hanahaki disease, unrequited love.

Synopsis: two weeks after you passed away, Jay finds your final letter addressed to him.

A/N: oh how I hope this is good, half the fic is the letter itself. If you don't know what the hanahaki disease is, you'll find out today! Feedback is highly appreciated(especially rbs)♡♡

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There isn't a greater pain than losing someone close to you, someone you loved unconditionally, trusted with your life. Jay never thought he'd have to go through that pain, especially if it was you he'd lost.

Finding your lifeless body with light blue blood-drenched flowers surrounding and peeking out of your mouth was the most devastating sight and the reason he couldn't sleep. He'd picture it every time he closed his eyes, resulting in tears streaming down his face. He lost his best friend.

Two weeks after you passed away, your parents allowed him to visit your room one last time. He saw it as an opportunity to take a few things as a way to remember you, like your charm bracelet he had custom-made for you. If it was one thing he always did, it was spoil you as often as he could, sometimes buying matching BFF jewelry with the intention of showing others you didn't feel that way about each other and that boys and girls could be friends.

And that was the cause of your death. He only saw you as his best friend and not the way you wanted him to. With every passing day, your condition worsened yet you refused to tell him the truth. And when you succumbed, you asked your parents not to tell him as your dying wish.

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He sat on your bed, leaning back on his forearms to take in the sight but constantly having to beat his chest from the violent coughing. Various posters of idols you always dreamed of seeing live, a few drawings and paintings you made as well as glow-in-the-dark star stickers covering the walls and ceiling. He could feel tears building up as he remembered laughing at you for getting excited about your favorite things, always saying how cute you were when you spoke of things you were passionate about.

His eyes traveled across the room before he laid himself flat on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, just like the days he'd come over and you two would talk for hours, laughing and playfully hitting each other. He remembered how you'd always find a way into his arms, sneek your head onto his chest, which in that moment caused him discomfort. He remembered the tiny humming noises you'd make when you were comfortable, ending with him snuggling against your head.

It's what best friends did… At least that's what he thought.

He turned his head towards your study desk, intrigued by what seemed to be a white envelope peeking from underneath a few of your books. He sat up before getting up to fetch it. As he lifted your books to retrieve it, he was slightly surprised by the wax seal on the back.

He picked it up, turning it over to reveal his name on the front. A letter addressed to him by his deceased best friend; closure at its finest.

He moved back to your bed, letting out a severe cough before clearing his throat. He sat down, taking in a deep breath as he opened the letter. To say he was afraid of its contents was an understatement. What could you possibly have to say to him?

Dear Park Jongseong

He pulled the neatly folded letter out, setting the envelope down next to him and slowly opened the letter, heart slightly aching from the first three words.

By the time you read this, I must already be gone. I've never written a letter before so I really hope you can understand me. But I know you will, you were the only one that ever did. Through my most cryptic statements and transparent lies, you always knew my feelings. And yet you somehow never noticed my biggest one.

I don't know when it started. I don't know when everything suddenly began to change.

But I know that, ever since then, looking at you felt like a blessing. That being in your arms felt like home and that I belonged there.

Your smile became the eighth wonder of the world. Your eyes held more stars than any galaxy could and I swore I could get lost in them. Your skin became a special kind of sun-kissed, always glowing in the sunlight when we were outside. The sound of your voice became music to my ears and all I wanted was for that music to play for hours.

But every day, when you weren't around, I began to cough regularly. I felt like I was in heaven with you and I felt like I was in the worst of hell alone. I brushed it off as flu since you never got sick and were probably immune to it. Yet it wouldn't stop, days, weeks even, it just wouldn't stop.

And that was when I realized. When the first speck of blood and the first petal came together, I realized that I'd fallen in love with you.

Every time we were together, my heart ached when you called me your friend when I wanted to be so much more. I could feel the thorny stems wrap themselves around my ribs when I heard you speak of another girl. I could feel the petals climb up my throat when another girl showed interest in you. I stopped being able to handle it. I couldn't.

Holding petals and even whole flowers in my hands reminded me that you would never love me the way I love you. You only love me as what people called philia, whereas I love you in the way that people called eros.

We were destined to remain friends and yet my heart wouldn't allow it. My heart diluted my head with only thoughts of you. My heart would've made my body walk barefoot in the coldest of winters to you if it could.

Now, before I end this letter and say my last goodbyes, I want you to know that what happened to me is not your fault. You are one of the most precious, most beautiful souls ever created, falling in love with you was almost inevitable. You were everything I wanted, everything I needed and it's my fault that I brought you this pain. I knew I could never be with you so I chose to suffer through it all to be there for you because my entire world became you, but it seemed that I didn't realize that my choice would eventually become selfish and I'd do the very thing I wanted to prevent.

I'm sorry for falling in love with you. I'm sorry for ruining our friendship with my stupid feelings. But I'm thankful for the years you spent with me, understanding me when no one else could and always being there for me even in the times I pushed you away.

I love you in this life, the next, as well in the infinite lives that would go on until the end of time and beyond

Love Y/n L/n

Jay's tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks, choked sobs echoing against the walls as he held the letter close to his chest.

P.S. my flower is in the envelope, and is the one thing I want you to do.

"I'm so sorry for killing you," he choked out as he began to cough once more. "It is my fault."

He reached for the envelope like you told him to, gently pulling the delicate petal out and holding it gently in his palm.

"F-forget me not?"

His voice was hoarse as he coughed one final time, specks of blood covering his hand. As well as a wilted petal identical to yours.

He would never forget you.

He didn't have a choice.

💐🌼🌷⚘️🏵🥀🌺🌹🍁🌻

@hee-pster is it good enough?😅

#enhypen jay #jay enhypen #enhypen angst #jay angst #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen headcanons

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mlobsters · 5 months

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supernatural s12e16 ladies drink free (w. meredith glynn)

s12e16 / hannibal s2e9 shiizakana

okay so it's kind of generic dead boy and girl in snow but the fur on her jacket and the positions and the grunty growling presumably werewolf just made me think hey it's a way less gory version of the hannibal scene

MICK My report to the home office ran long. We've had our hands full since... (Dean and Mick look down at a blood stain on the floor) Well, best not to dwell on that. DEAN Wow. That is some world-class repression. You are British. MICK We prefer to call it a stiff upper lip.

you're one to talk there, dean

SAM Wait a second. You killed them all? Even the ones that weren't hurting anyone? MICK Sorry? SAM I mean, werewolves aren't like most monsters. Some can control it. I mean, we – we have a buddy got bit. Nothing but beef hearts ever since. MICK And you trust him? Well, killing is a fundamental need for werewolves. And monsters don't just stop being monsters. DEAN Well, Garth did.

was wondering when this would come up

poor sammy. but dean's too excited for free and fancy shit. thanks for throwing us a bone, meredith

so old mick here lied about the girl being bitten, actual crisis of conscience or setup for having to kill her later to prove his point or...

(yay it's claire/kathryn keeper of my favorite hair on the show)

CLAIRE So, your foreign exchange student is totally lame. DEAN Yeah. He's Sam's best friend. (Sam sighs deeply) They're like nerd soul mates.

you jealous, dean-o

why is the moon literally being erased by cg, forgot to make the cloud?

secret third option, return to the hospital to kill her quietly before she's even turned. but he's sorry! oh how convenient she turned right as he was about to kill her so he had to fend off her attack

CLAIRE Sam, no offense, but who do you think the kids are gonna wanna talk to? Me, or some old skeezer?

skeezer lol

DEAN Yeah? I used to think the same thing. Well, here's a little tip. Things aren't just black and white out here.

took a minute but he came around

should have seen her getting bitten coming but i 100% didn't

SAM Mick, you killed a kid. We're not angry. We're done!

he gonna stick to that?

there's something about the way she said "unless i break out" that really worked. and the music was appropriate and far enough behind the dialogue it wasn't obtrusive

MICK The subject died in agony. Sorry. CLAIRE Yeah. Maybe second time's a charm. DEAN Hey, no, no. You don't get a vote in this. CLAIRE It's my life. I get all the votes. DEAN Sam, you wanna back me up here? SAM It's her life.

of all people, sam's gonna back her up on this topic 24/7

dean really in full-on protective dad mode this episode. i must have learned this little werewolf lore tidbit in fic and didn't realize because i honestly thought we already knew this sire business, or made some inference from the vampires 🥴

kathryn newton is so good as claire

they remembered to put the moon in a spot that vaguely looked like it was obscured by clouds, good job team

very special episode where mick learns things aren't black and white, after all

CLAIRE Right. Eat me, Teen Wolf.

lol tell him, claire!

BARTENDER It's not like I want to do this. My pack, we were happy. We didn't hurt anyone. And then hunters with weapons that I've never seen before, they show up and... take out 20 of us, just like that.

ha ha so bmol is to blame for it all because they went after the veggie wolves, i snorted. hammering us over the head with their point again

and the very special episode where claire learns again she's loved by her family and not in fact better off alone

always laugh this show makes blood draws happen in any old place, just slam a needle in, bing bang boom done

wish they'd leave her hair what i assume is her natural texture (wavy), whenever it's overly Done like this it doesn't really vibe with what she's usually got going on. was gonna bitch if dean didn't get a hug goodbye from her :p

really glad they didn't kill her off. feel like if this was in the early seasons, she would have died for the manpain of it all

#gore #supernatural #spnwatch #spn 12x16 #spn clip #meredith glynn #blood #hannibal

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