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One piece preferences - snow day (GN!reader)
Luffy -
● starts the most intense snowball fight ever
● he's climbing into trees to hide and launches snowballs at you from above
● he accidentally hits Zoro with a snowball and yells “Y/N did it!” before falling out the tree and running away
● rolls a snowball the size of him that completely buries you when it hits
● builds a huge snow fort that resembles the
Going Merry
● “Luffy how did you get this so detailed”
● “I used to build a lot of sand castles when I was a kid”
Nami -
● wants to spend all day by the fireplace
● makes you guys hot cocoa with the secret marshmallows Sanji was hiding
● and you get snuggled up under some blankets
● Luffy begs you guys to come and play with him
● “no way Luffy I am not getting sick just because you want to play in the snow”
● “what about you Y/N??”
● “go out in the cold with you or stay in here all warm and cozy with my girlfriend… sorry Luffy gonna have to pass”
Sanji -
● spends hours making the best soup you've ever tasted
● you were busy outside playing with Luffy and Usopp and he yells from the ship deck “Y/N my love dinner is ready!”
● and you have nice hot soup to warm you back up after being out in the snow
● Luffy “where's our soup Sanji??”
● “Sorry, did you guys want some?”
● Luffy and Usopp look at each other dumbfounded and you laugh
● “I'm only messing with you guys I made enough for everyone”
Zoro -
● thinks the snow is a great opportunity to do endurance training
● he trains in the snow for hours in minimal clothing to build an immunity against the cold
● “Zoro please come inside you're gonna get sick”
● “I barely feel a thing”
● “that's not a good thing!”
● “yes it is it means I'm getting stronger”
● “no it means I'm going to have to take care of you when you catch the flu”
● “well you taking care of me doesn't sound like such a bad thing”
Usopp -
● immediately plops down into the snow to make snow angels
● you make one next to him and afterwards he draws a giant heart around them in the snow
● “aw how cute Usopp”
● but then Luffy goes running directly through your snow angels
● “Luffy what the hell man!!”
● “sorry Usopp let's have a snowball fight!”
● Usopp huffs but then you hit with a snowball and he laughs “game on!!”
Shanks -
● wants to spend all day in bed with you
● “where are you going love?”
● “to get ready before we set sail”
● “it's snowing outside we won't be able to sail until tomorrow which means today you and I get to stay in bed and do absolutely nothing”
● he pulls you back into bed with him and you only leave to get food
● and he shoos off any members of the crew that try to disturb you
Buggy -
● he doesn't just build a snowman he builds a whole snow castle
● and you don't know how he does it but he somehow makes working snowball canons
● he makes his crew run around while he's shooting snowballs at them
● “did you see that Y/N! I hit Cabaji right off his unicycle!”
● “nice shot babe let me have a turn”
● he comes up with an entire point system and you compete to see who can score more points
Mihawk -
● is completely unfazed by the snow
● “mihawk where are you going?”
● “I've got a man to kill”
● “but it's snowing outside”
● “so? Some pesty snow won't stop me”
● “can you at least wear a shirt under your coat so you don't get sick out in the cold”
● “... fine but only because you asked me to”
#one piece imagine#monkey d luffy imagine#monkey d luffy x reader#nami imagine#nami x reader#sanji imagine#sanji x reader#roronoa zoro imagine#roronoa zoro x reader#usopp imagine#usopp x reader#shanks imagine#shanks x reader#buggy imagine#buggy x reader#dracule mihawk imagine#dracule mihawk x reader#x gender neutral reader#preferences
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An idea I will need to flesh out more for a daemon AU:
Whatever injury someone suffers will leave a mark on their daemon too. Scars, tattoos, slave brands, you know, all kinds of things will appear on the hide of the daemon. With high enough cultivation it is possible to hide these marks on someone's body, but only the highest level cultivators can make them disappear from their daemon.
Shen Qingqiu is not nearly high enough in his cultivation to heal his daemon. So he hides it instead - people know that his daemon is a wolf, but it hardly ever appears in anybody's sight, capable of wandering at seemingly endless distances of its human.
Shen Yuan transmigrates from a world that didn't have daemons and the System isn't quite cruel enough to split his soul in half like that, so he gets placed in the body of a senior cultivator who has suffered grievous trauma and a severe qi deviation after he lost his daemon in a night hunt. Shen Yuan remembers this plot point in passing, a nameless Qing Jing hallmaster who had to leave the mountain because he never recovered. He eventually died seeking shelter in Huan Hua Palace, but only after confiding in the Old Palace Master that it was Shen Qingqiu who killed his daemon out of jealousy.
Shen Yuan has all the excuse to be a little weird and people are really worried about his well-being, but all that worrying gets stifling really fast, so he takes to wandering the bamboo forest to get a bit of peace and quiet. When he meets the scarred, silent wolf in the forest "oh that must be a daemon" is not his first or even his fifth thought. The beast is matted and skittish enough that after some thinking he concludes that is must be a neglected spiritual beast. Perhaps one that was left to roam the forest alone after his master died. He can't tell what kind of wolf beast it is though - he really wants to get close enough to puzzle out what the coat pattern is supposed to be under all those scars - so he keeps trying to follow and befriend the wolf.
He thinks it's going great. He got close enough to bemoan not having anything on hand to give the wolf a good brushing once! But then he is called to the bamboo house one evening and he thinks this is it, I'm going to be sent packing today.
Shen Qingqiu doesn't send him away. He gestures instead at the very familiar giant wolf sleeping on an old mattress and the grooming equipment laid out on a nearby table. "He said you wanted to brush him. No need to be shy now, shidi."
#svsss#daemon au#tc writes#the chronic illness thing where you can only keep yourself together where others can see it#sqq keeps his personal looks immaculate and does all his peak lord duties perfectly but he doesn't have the spoons left for his daemon#nobody sees him anyway#chronic pain and exhaustion do be like that sometimes#also something something the state of the wolf reflects his mental health...#anyway sy can relate more than he wants to admit#possibly jiuyuan? idk yet but making the two of them interact fascinates me
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What’s your pov on her pregnancies? Of the body or surrogate?
I'm opening Pandora's Box tonight in honor of the eclipse.
I'm 80/20.
20% of the body because:
There are tiny skinny-Minnie people in my family who didn't gain any weight during their pregnancies except in their faces and in the baby bumps (as photographs of Meghan depict), so I know it's possible.
That one appearance of Meghan where she accompanied Harry but hid backstage until he cajoled her out. She was not looking her best that day (very puffy, bloated face) and seemed a bit angry, to me, at being called out/forced onto the stage to stay hello.
Padding the bump - which some celebs do, especially when their bump isn't the typical "cute" baby belly - can explain the difference in sizing day-to-day.
How early it was announced.
How long it took Meghan to lose the baby weight - she was still carrying a lot of extra weight at Trooping 2019 (and the weight gain was amplified for me by poor styling choices with her hair, hat, and outfit).
80% surrogacy because:
There was no PR about Meghan's pregnancy compared to Kate's, and Meghan has always done the "anything Kate can do I can do better" PR competition every chance she could. If Meghan had terrible morning sickness, it'd have been all over the tabloids about how much worse than Kate Meghan's morning sickness is. If Meghan didn't have any sickness, it'd have been all over the tabloids about how much better and hard-working Meghan is during her pregnancy.
The excessive belly-groping and coat-flicking. Yes, she was doing that on purpose to get all the cameras and attention, but IMO she was doing it so excessively that it crossed into "the lady doth protest too much" territory for me.
The bending over and squatting down with knees and feet together. I've never been pregnant but I am a bigger girl who carries her weight in her midsection and who also cannot bend or squat down with knees, ankles, and feet together.
The alleged deal she had with Trevor that if she had a baby, he would pay for a personal trainer and a nutritionist and a nanny so she could whip her body back into shape. That's not someone who wants to be pregnant (but of course, people *can* change their minds. But still.)
The "rules of engagement" that Meghan and Harry sent to their Windsor neighbors/community about how the neighbors couldn't speak to the Sussexes or take their photographs.
The inconsistencies between what Harry reported in Spare and what the Portland Hospital's actual procedures are and the people who were involved.
Meghan choosing to deliver at Portland instead of Lindo and refusing to serve the baby on a silver platter after birth. The Lindo photocall is one of Diana's five* iconic photos. Are you telling me that Meghan happily copies Diana's outfits, copies Diana's pregnancy woes (emotional/mental distress to the point of self-harm), copies Diana's complaints about the BRF and the grey suits, copies Diana's second pregnancy announcement, and copies Diana's Panorama makeup...but she draws the line at copying Diana's Lindo photoshoots? And has a controlled photoshoot with one television camera and one photographer instead?
Meghan's birth "stories" matching more of the American Hollywood stereotypes than actual British practice.
Just one papwalk during all of her second pregnancy.
Hiding her belly with a giant-ass purse during the NYC baby shower after having spent the evening partying with friends, including Markus Anderson.
Harry's first appearance after Archie's birth being in the horse stables at Windsor instead of around the hospital (as William and Charles had been) and also Harry's "babies change so much in two weeks" comment.
Tacky social media influencer games with Archie's first photos under the guise of "privacy" - showing us the back of his head first, or his hand or his foot. Just show us the damn baby. No one cares about him that much.
Editing Archie's birth certificate.
Sara Latham bungling the media strategy for Archie's birth announcement. (Let's be real here. It's not Kensington Palace that fucked it up. It was the Sussexes' own people giving KP the wrong information in the first place.)
In the same vein of Meghan's "anything Kate can do I can do better" PR competition, there have been no stories about how Meghan felt of the early baby days. Kate and her family/friends have gone on record about how difficult the first few weeks with George were. Where is Meghan's equivalent? If Archie was a terrible newborn, then where are the stories about how much worse than Kate Meghan had it? Or if Archie was a happy, easy newborn, then where are the stories about how easy Meghan found motherhood? Instead the only story we got was "oops, it's feed time. Gotta go. Peace."
How early the pregnancy was announced.
How quickly (and suspiciously) the clinic/practice that Meghan used for her second pregnancy closed soon after Lili was born.
On that note, I don't subscribe to the theory that a lot of you may have (and which has ended up in my inbox quite a few times) that Archie doesn't know who Meghan is because he didn't smell her milk in South Africa and had a reaction. First off, PLEASE stop sending me that. I REALLY don't want to read about Meghan's breasts anymore.
Second, I don't think the Sussexes having nannies to help care for Archie is the kiss of death that many of you think it is. Some people just aren't baby people or little kid people. Some people like the older years better, when the kid can talk and is a little more independent and mobile. I've always suspected that that's Meghan and Harry, because all of their PR about wanting kids or liking kids has alwas featured older school-aged kids. They're not baby/toddler/early years people. And that's OK. That's not something to condemn them for.
And I don't think it's fully fair to call them out on their hypocrisy of what they said they wouldn't do as parents before they had children. Some of the hypocrisy is deserved (like the comment about not dressing their kids as Victorian ghost children but then turning around and giving Lili a Victorian ghost child dress for her 1st birthday photo), but they do deserve more grace than they're sometimes given; people just don't know how hard parenting or having children is until the baby is here. Yes, ding them for saying they'd never have a nanny but then turning around and hiring two or three, but also let's acknowledge that they know they can't (or don't, or won't, however you want to say it) care for their own kids themselves and hired responsible caretakers.
Finally third, I don't think Meghan ever breastfed those kids. Maybe she tried in the beginning with Archie, but if she did, she gave up pretty quickly. Those kids are formula babies. That's OK! So I don't buy the theory she was taking hormones and her weight gain was hormone-induced. Again, it's because of the missing "anything Kate can do I can do better" competition here.
*Diana's top 5 iconic photos are (in no particular order) the wedding dress portrait, the Lindo photos, the Taj Mahal photo, the Panorama photo, and the Revenge Dress photo.
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Cat Chronicles
Summary: The snippets of life captured by a stray cat.
Word Count: 927
A/N: Hello! This is my first piece of writing on this page, I hope you enjoy! <3
Part Two
You loved looking at buildings. As a cat who barely reaches the bottom of a park bench, buildings were always so tall and intriguing. The buildings with the pretty string lights draped across to the classic solid concrete ones that parents warn their children not to get close to unless they wanted to get taken by some villain, you loved them all. They each had their own story, inside and out.
But, what you really loved about buildings was the amazing fight scenes you got to see with a front row view, watching as the heroes with their typical flashy quirks chase and take down villains. And while excited pedestrians had to stay back and cheer from a distance, you got to be right up close to the battle scene. You admit that you were quite a fan of these heroes, and in a classic cat feature, the bright lights never failed to catch your eye.
No one noticed you in your hiding spots next to dumpsters or in alleyways. It was perfect for your small and flexible body, and when the fight was as dramatic as they are, the attention is always pinpointed in a separate direction from you.
“Great capture tonight Eraserhead, you just gotta finish up signing some forms and we’ll take care of the clean-up.”
After a rather mediocre battle at 2AM, Aizawa couldn’t wait to go home and sleep. But as he was watching the clean-up crew start moving debris and damaged parts around the area, he saw in the corner of his eye a small figure trapped under a slanted plank of wood.
‘Aw great, how am I supposed to get out of this’ you thought as you watched this giant piece of wood encapsulate your hiding spot. You just wanted to watch the infamous Eraserhead take down a villain! But instead your excitement made you too greedy for action and you found yourself trapped when they were battling. The slanted plank fell low enough to the point that you couldn’t fit to escape.
‘Maybe I can slither into this tiny crack…yeah that may work- or or maybe when they do recycling tomorrow I can run out and leave!’ With your brain rushing to come up with ideas, you didn’t notice the slow but deliberate footsteps coming your way.
“Come here, sorry for getting you caught up in the fight.” Startled, you watched as he, with his big strong muscles hidden by his classic dark fabric, lifted the plank and set it aside roughly. Looking up at him with your big green eyes and tri-colored fur, he was enamored by just how cute you were. Your calico coat was just so pretty and with those kind eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were someone's beloved pet they lost.
‘Big hero man is looking at me!’ You couldn’t believe that the hero of the night just became your personal hero! What a dream come true to be so close to one of your many idols! Your enthusiastic chirps and meows brought a soft smile to the tired hero’s face.
“I’m glad one of us has enough energy to last the night.” Though he adored your obvious passionate energy, he couldn’t help but worry if you really were someone’s pet with just how trusting you are. He gladly complied as your warm body curled around and rubbed against his legs, just begging for pets.
“Does this cat have an owner?” Aizawa asked as a member of the clean-up crew walked past with his big hands still giving you rubs.
The worker was surprised as Eraserhead was infamous for leaving right away after his duty was done. “H-huh? Um, no I don’t think I’ve ever seen that cat before. Maybe it belongs to one of the buildings nearby and just got lost? I can contact the shelter to get it out of your way.”
“No need. I can deal with it.” Aizawa said as he continued complying to your needy cravings of pets. The scene would make anyone freeze in their steps; a hero known for their deadpan and tired attitude petting a very happy and affectionate calico cat who was sticking to him like glue.
‘Oh my gosh I love him!. Right there right there! It feels so good.’ It was impossible not to hide your pleasure as Aizawa rubbed behind your ears. You were putty in his hands and didn’t want the night to ever end!
“Do you belong to anyone tiny? I have to go soon, got a class full of brats to teach tomorrow, tch.” He knew you couldn’t answer him but he didn’t want to leave you out here all alone. He was aware of the animal and cat haters who weren’t afraid to kick you aside, especially with how friendly you are towards humans. But, as the sky continued to get darker and as he remembered that he had an early class to attend to tomorrow, he knew he had to leave eventually.
Aizawa had thoughts of just taking you into his arms and bringing you home with him but, if you really did have a family looking for you, he didn’t want to take you from that spot just yet. You looked at him curiously as he spiraled into a mental debate with himself. And, just as he was about to make his decision, you gave him one last head bump to his leg and hurried away.
You loved humans but you were a cat meant to explore and venture, nothing could hold you back!
#bnha x reader#aizawa shouta#aizawa shouta x reader#bnha fluff#bnha x cat reader#aizawa shouta fluff#aizawa x reader#aizawa fluff#cat reader#mha x reader#mha x cat reader#mha fluff#bnha#mha
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Indra being presented with a line up of girls to thoroughly “inspect” and choose from. Then selecting Y/N as the lucky one to bear his child? 👀
I still find myself unable to express the love I have for this man😩❤️🩹
(Y/N) stands nervously but with her head held high, unable to stop playing with her coat sleeve between her fingers. Her mother would scold her, tell her she's wrinkling her clothes, but nothing stopped her parents from surrendering her to the treacherous ideas of a man with more wickedness than soul.
On either side of her, two rows of at least 15 women seem to be even more affected, some even sobbing quietly. Everyone knows who Otsutsuki Indra is, no one with any common sense would want to get in his way, but what can you do when you are literally shoved under the shoe of a giant, ready to be crushed by him and unable to run away?
About 35 women undergo a rigorous inspection, and only 1 of them will make it out alive. The procedure has been going on for days, and so far none have survived.
(Y/N) is not overconfident, no, but dying at the hands of the greatest villain in history is better than dying at the hands of her abusive mother, either good fate if it ends her existence. She must only wait, meet the man's gaze, and feel a slight sting as her throat is slit.
She has watched that sequence play out over the past two days, having arrived with one of the last batches of women and observed as at least 100 spilled their blood in the main hall of the Uchiha palace. Indra is ruthless, killing without a second glance on more than one occasion, ruling out possibilities by standards only he is aware of.
There is no way to survive his inspection, so far no one has succeeded.
The girl next to her faints from fear, and a guardsman drags her body to the back wall. (Y/N) doesn't need to turn around to know where that wet, stabbing noise came from, thought that at least the girl died without being awake to experience it.
The place, already almost completely silent in itself, falls into a haunting lack of sound when the infamous Uchiha leader enters the room, followed by two assistants, those who help when inspecting.
The man takes a few minutes to get started, perhaps building momentum or simply enjoying dragging out the agony, but when his eyes finally settle on the first lady, it doesn't take long for him to start dismissing them. Standing in the middle and not daring to look in his direction, she hears that deep voice say "no" constantly, followed by the screams of some girl begging for her life and blood hitting the floor. The cries increase, and it seems to escalate Indra's anger as well, for he himself slits each sobbing woman's throat.
A girl away, (Y/N) feels him pause.
He takes his time with the poor lady, circles around her and moves her hair, looks at her face intently, her body. "What is your name?" He asks without any remarkable emotion in his voice, and (Y/N) thinks the moment of truth has finally arrived. The Otsutsuki chose the recipient of his heirs, and all the rest will be condemned like a cow to the slaughter.
"K... Ku-uro." The girl answers, but it is the last sound heard from her. Her throat is mercilessly reamed by those evil hands, as the poor girl falls dead to the ground.
"Ugly."
(Y/N) feels beads of cold sweat roll down her lower back, having convinced herself that it was all over once and for all. She raises her head again to rectify her lack of fear in front of the man, and when he finally stands in front of her, she looks him in the eye.
Not many people can say they lived to tell the tale after facing those black orbs, but Indra seems to approve of her bravery in not killing her instantly.
The man is tall, intimidatingly large and with a reputation to match his frightening physique, needing to hide behind no one and carrying the weight of his actions on his shoulders, imposing. He glares at her intently but unreadably, and she struggles not to lose, not to let herself be won over.
One hand is raised to her face, and a long finger moves hair from the middle, an overly delicate gesture considering the context. Neither of his two assistants speak, but both take notes. "What is your name?"
"(Y/N)." Her voice does not tremble and she is proud of it. She will die with bravery, honor, power.
"Show me your neck." He demands, doesn't ask, and assesses intently as she moves the fullness of her hair upward, exposing a smooth expanse of skin any man would desire.
"Turn around." Again, (Y/N) follows his intrunctions as if a faithful dog, thinking how ridiculous her last moments of life are. Who can say they played the jester for Indra himself before they died? Not many.
Minutes go on forever, and staring at the wall does not allow her to decipher what is going on in her surroundings. If only someone would speak, if only one of the women who are still alive would make a noise, something....
She thinks she is about to be executed from behind when she feels a hand on her shoulder, and instinctively closes her eyes to prevent at least the final displeasure. Her lungs deflate in a nervous exhalation, finishing releasing what will be the last air in her body, when she senses a mouth too close to her ear.
"Are you scared?" Indra asks as if the answer is not obvious, enjoying the terror he creates in his audience. Every move, every action, is one more brick solidifying the terrible reputation he carries with him, and seems to love how people fear him.
(Y/N) doesn't answer, having seen too many women fall into that trap and lend themselves to a quick execution. The Uchiha leader doesn't like to be spoken to without permission. She tries to stay as still as possible, frozen and filled with a new survival instinct that runs through her veins.
Resignation to die slowly washes away, and she begins to think that maybe she should fight, at least try to slap him before perishing.
The world would remember her differently if she managed to sully the man's untouchable reputation, if a woman managed to hit him even once before being destroyed under his hands. People would have reason to stop fearing him with their lives, see that he is reachable, and perhaps even begin to laugh at him. Once he proclaims his hateful "no", once he rejects her, she will jump on him before any of his guards can kill her.
She is ready to listen, to react quickly, but not to what finally reaches her ears. "I want her." Those words echo against the four walls of the great hall, and suddenly the man's two attendants are holding her by the shoulders and arms, forcing her to walk in the opposite direction from the one he takes.
The girl instantly feels blood spilling onto the floor, those women still waiting to be inspected after her being killed mercilessly but at least quickly, body after body falling limp to the floor and staining everything in their path.
(Y/N) can't decide if she was lucky, or if she would rather be dead.
#indra otsutsuki x reader#otsutsuki indra x reader#indra x reader#otsutsuki indra#indra otsutsuki#indra#uchiha clan#naruto imagines#naruto shippuden#naruto#naruto x reader
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headcanons or one-shot (pick your poison!) of astarion and gn!tav celebrating midwinter/winter solstice together? technically, it does exist as a holiday in the forgotten realms! blessed yule as well! :D
I suppose this prompt can't wait forever so here we are. A short fluffy drabble.
Prompt ✶New Beginnings✶ for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge
Thanks @bhaalbaaby for beta-reading! Especially for re-writing some sentences!
I fucked a bit and didn't notice the requester asked specifically for gn!reader and did f!reader as usual. So, this one is f!reader and I will do gn! later
Winter Solstice
Synopsis: Astarion and Tav spend Winter Solstice in the northern town of Firesheer, and the subject of marriage comes up.
Tags: fluff, comfort
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You are freezing.
You've never been so far to the north, and you have never understood why people were afraid of winters.
Now, you do.
It's Nightal, 20. The longest night of the year. And probably the coldest, because the only thing you can think of, is how to get inside the inn and hide under fur blankets.
Till snow melts.
You look around. People of Firesheer are festive as if the cold doesn't bother them. They sing and dance, resting after months of hard work in the mines.
You put your hand inside the pockets of your traveler fur coat, golden coins jingling in the pockets. The only redeemable quality about this frozen hell is the danger always lurking. The city is always under attack: orcs, crag cats, giants. Though citizens have their army, they don't mind paying adventurers rather than risking their own people.
"Bracelets! Rings! Necklaces! All of the finest copper and silver!" A dwarf shows you his goods, "Take a look, traveler!"
You look disinterested as you take a look at the jewelry, shrugging at the selection.. You can wear silver things, but Astarion won't talk to you anymore if you put on something like that. Meanwhile copper... He would find it dull.
"No, not interested."
"This is copper of the best quality! Will last for generations!"
You chuckle. There is a very popular joke about things made by dwarves. They think humans are dumb to buy something that lasts only for four generations. Forgetting that the human generation lasts less than a century.
"Look at these bronze rings. They are engraved with protective runes!"
The ring is simple. but there is something elegant, something powerful about it. You look at the runes - "protection", "love", and "safety".
"I will take this one", you say.
"Oh no," the dwarf laughs. "This is a wedding ring, you need two. Unless there are more people involved."
And before you manage to object, both rings are placed in your palm.
And why in nine hells did you decide to buy them?
You've never discussed marriage with Astarion. Boundaries? Traumas? Feelings? Yes. Sometimes, you talk about the future. But such things as marriage never came to your mind.
You have no idea what he thinks about it. You have no idea what you think about it.
But now you have two wedding rings in your pocket. Dwarven bronze will last for centuries.
You look around, trying to notice the familiar silver curls. Astarion has gone to see the ocean at sunset, and you agreed to meet in the city at midnight.
“Darling, there is something utterly nightmarish about a dark cold ocean."
You refused to go. Astarion is already dead - he can even swim there if he desires (the ocean isn't running water, so he will be fine). You, on the other hand, want to keep this heart beating.
Suddenly, a drunk man blocks your way.
"Leave me alone," you mutter, putting a hand on your dagger hidden below the cloak.
"Why is a beautiful woman alone? It's a sin to be on your own at the Winter Solstice."
You step back. The man is much bigger than you, but he can barely stand on his feet. If you were out of the city, you could snatch your dagger - but within the walls, fighting isn't wise.
"So, what d'ya think, pretty girl?" he reaches out for your chin, but before his dirty hand touches your skin, the man is pulled away from you.
"Hands away from my wife", Astarion hisses. "Or I will turn you inside out and feed the crag cats!"
The man recoils. "I-I beg your pardon, didn't know she is... taken."
"Fuck off," Astarion is quiet, but you know - one false move and the vampire will rip his throat.
The man stumbles and walks away as fast as he can. “Thanks”, you mutter, still feeling scared. "How was the ocean?"
"Dark. Cold. Frightening," He wraps his hand around your waist and tugs you closer. There is something possessive in this gesture. You don't mind. "Come on, we have the longest night ahead!"
You shiver. Night plans are set in stone. Astarion cherishes the nights when he can walk freely and see the world not hiding in shadows, and he rarely wants to walk alone. Besides, you already abandoned him when he went to the seashore. You can't leave him alone again for the rest of the night.
You walk through the city square. The songs are loud and lively, and the festive mood warms you up. Or maybe this is Astarion's presence. You plant a kiss on his cheek and notice he stiffens.
"Let's go somewhere less crowded," you suggest.
Maybe he is afraid people will notice he is a vampire. Maybe big crowds remind him of his hunting spots - who knows how many drunk idiots he would drag to their deaths during the same festivals.
You walk together in silence until the houses disappear. The winds howl like hungry wolves. The snow reaches up to your ankles.
Astarion kneels and you notice he tries to make a snowball but the snow crumbles in his hands.
"I see what you are doing," You say, "Don't you dare"
"I was just touching snow," He smiles innocently.
You put your hands deeper into the pockets and feel the bronze rings. Wedding rings.
"When that man approached me, you called me your wife."
Astarion turns away as if trying to see something in the distance. "Never mind, just slipped off my tongue."
"Why did you call me that?"
"I am sorry to have offended you with such vulgar words."
"That’s not what I mean. Just weird, considering we have never officiated anything."
"Do you want me to kidnap a cleric and make him marry us? I don't know... I just... " he sighs. "We sleep together. You care about me, and I care about you. I want to be with you until your mortal days are over or until I am killed by some monster hunter."
"And how long have you seen me as your wife?"
He shrugs. "The night in the graveyard, when I realized I'd never truly experienced real lovemaking? When you found me in that cellar, hiding from the sun, and kissed away my fears and pain? One of those nights when I woke you up, screaming, and you held me until the nightmare finally let me go? What about you? Have you ever thought about me as your husband?"
"I mentally married you when you tried to slice my throat. But, I realized you were mine when I noticed you standing between me and danger for the first time,” You say, stepping closer to your love.
“So, what now?" he asks.
You grin, playfully pushing Astarion into the snow. He either expects that or simply decides to play along.
You straddle Astarion, taking in his expression. He smiles - a very rare joyful smile when he doesn't try to pretend or to laugh things away. It's the real him you saw for the first time on his grave. It's the real him you see in the darkness of the tent when he thinks you are still asleep. The real him who somehow survived his own death.
"What are you up to, little pet?" he grins.
You snatch the rings from your pocket, quickly taking his left hand.
"Will you marry me?"
You wait for his reaction. Sometimes even the most sincere forms of affection cause him mental pain, and he locks himself inside the shell. Once, he couldn't bring himself to talk to you because you tried to force him to stay inside the tent during a snowstorm.
Maybe it's too much, you think, ready to let him go. It's not like he doesn't like being dominated by you, but it depends on his mood.
"How could I say no?" He grins, allowing you to put the ring on.
You giggle like a little girl, leaning down to kiss him.
"There is supposed to be a second one," He notices when you pull away.
You give him the other ring, and he graciously takes your hand. Before putting the ring on it, he kisses your wrist and pierces it a bit with his fangs.
You sit like that for a while, looking at each other. Gods, does he even know how truly beautiful he is?
Your love. Your man. Your husband.
The winds howl again, and you shiver.
"Seldarine. Why didn't you tell me you are so cold?"
"Didn't want to ruin the longest night for you."
"Really? So you decided to ruin the next two weeks for me because you will get sick, and I will have to take care of you?” he chuckles. “Besides, we are married now, and I don't have any excuse to leave you!"
"Oh, I would never think I was such a burden to my husband!" you pout.
The next moment you are in his hands. You love being carried like that, especially knowing you are weightless to him.
"You are the most insufferable sweet burden I've ever wished to have, my little wife," he kisses you. "I suggest we return to the inn and consummate our marriage."
You giggle again and wrap your hands around his neck.
"As long as you offer me a hot bath as a wedding gift."
"It absolutely can be arranged, my dear!"
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Nightal ("The Drowing Dawn") - the last month of the year. Winter Soltice is celebrated on Nightal, 20.
Firesheer - a mining city in the Frozenfar in northwest Faerûn
Seldarine (Elven) - Gods
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Nemesis - Carlos Oliveira
Carlos Oliveira X GN!Reader
Summary: During a fight with a creature known as 'Nemesis', you get injured but you try to hide it from Carlos.
Word Count: 1,839
You and Carlos had been trying to find more survivors to gather at the train station, fighting off a lot of undead on your search. The undead, however, were not the only problem.
A tyrant, whose name you learned was Nemesis, was another problem to add to your list.
While roaming the streets of Raccoon City, you hear loud footsteps behind you and Carlos. It can't possibly be more zombies because they're not that loud, so what the hell is it?
You and Carlos turn around and you're met with a terrifying sight. It appears to be a towering, mutated monstrosity with gruesome deformities and a grotesque appearance. Its head is elongated, and its skull is exposed, revealing pulsating, mutated brain tissue. Its mouth is filled with sharp teeth, giving it a menacing and carnivorous appearance. It's wearing a tattered trench coat and looks well over 7 feet tall, making it a literal giant compared to you.
"What the fuck?.." you mutter under your breath, disgusted but more scared than anything.
The creature held a menacing glare as it stared at both of you, just a few mere feet in front of it.
Your breathing becomes faster and more shallow as your heart pounds in your chest. You don't move a single muscle, unsure of what's going to come next.
You glance over at Carlos on your left, who seems to be keeping his composure pretty well. How the fuck can he look so calm?
You have no time to think before Nemesis lunges forward, coming right at you both. Carlos dodges and goes to the left, but you happen to go to the right.
Nemesis whips around, turning to Carlos. You have to do something. And fast.
You decide to whistle at Nemesis, catching its attention, and making it look at you.
"Here, boy!" you call out to it as if it were a dog.
This seems to work though because it starts heading towards you. You start to realise that you seriously didn't think this one through.
Having no idea what to do, your feet stay glued to the ground. All you can do is stand and watch as it gets closer, ready to kill you.
You clench your fists as you feel your palms slowly start sweating. All the anxiety and fear was finally getting to you.
"Y/N!" Carlos shouts to you, moments before Nemesis throws you against a nearby wall.
After being violently hurled against the wall, you crumpled to the ground, clutching your aching ribs. Your face contorted in pain as your heartbeat pounded in your ears, drowning out the distant sounds of Carlos, who was now shooting at Nemesis.
You slowly begin to feel a warm substance coming out of your side. You winced as you clutched your side, where a jagged shard of metal had pierced your flesh. Blood welled around the foreign object. Luckily for you, you were wearing nearly all black clothes, meaning it at least wouldn't stain.
Each breath sent waves of excruciating pain through your body but you weren't the type to give up so easily.
You pull the object out carefully, not wanting to do any further damage. You didn't want Carlos to know about this. You didn't want to make him worry any more than he already was. Sure, it wouldn't necessarily be easy to keep a secret, you could certainly try, however.
You zip up your leather jacket, hoping it will do the job and hide your injury.
You look up and see Nemesis starting to kneel on the ground, clearly stunned by one of Carlos' shots. As soon as Carlos knows it's down, he runs over to you.
"Hey, you good?" he asks, his face tightened with concern as he watched you sitting up against the wall.
You give him a small nod and reply with your most reassuring tone, "Yeah, I'm fine. My ribs just kinda hurt."
You hear him let out a deep sigh before placing a hand on your shoulder and speaking to you, "Come on. I'm taking you back to the station to get you checked out. We need to make sure it's nothing serious."
"I told you. I'm fine." You snapped, accidently.
You don't want to go back because you know he'll realise what happened. And you don't want that. It'll just stress him out even more.
"They'll probably just tell you that you got a bruised rib or something. Let's go, Y/N."
You want to argue back, say that you don't want to go, but you realise that'll just make it more suspicious.
"Fine." You mutter as you finally begin to get up.
You clenched your jaw, determined not to let a whimper escape your lips. Your knuckles turned white as you balled your hand into a fist.
You slightly lose your balance, however, Carlos is right there to catch you. One of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you in place. This kind of gives you butterflies.
"It's okay, I got you. You sure you're okay?" he asks you, once again, now more concerned than before.
"I'm sure. Thanks, Carlos," you reply, not even hesitating to lie right to his face.
Carlos doesn't look convinced as his brows slightly furrow, but he decides to just ignore the nagging feeling that there's something else you're not telling him.
You felt yourself slightly weakening from the loss of blood, though you tried your best not to show it.
Carlos starts to walk back to the station, before turning around to look at you and asking in a teasing tone, "Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?"
You roll your eyes playfully at him before giving him a small, forced smile, "I can walk perfectly fine by myself, Carlos."
He nods and turns back around, in the direction of the station. You manage to catch up with him, now walking at the same pace together.
You made sure your jacket stayed in place, not showing off your weakness to anyone or anything. You also try to minimize any movements that might reveal your ache and discomfort.
You finally get to the station after a couple of minutes of trying to hide the excruciating pain you are currently experiencing.
As soon as Carlos closes the gate, your knees suddenly feel wobbly, like they've turned to jelly. You try to hold yourself up by leaning against the wall, but it's no use and your knees suddenly give way, causing you to lose your balance and collapse onto the hard floor.
Carlos hears a thud behind him and turns around to investigate. You were sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, and clutching your side. You were incredibly pale, and you looked like you could pass out at any given moment.
His brows shoot up and his eyes widen as he rushes over to you, kneeling on the ground. "Y/N? Are you okay?"
You grunt in pain, slightly shaking your head, before undoing your jacket and lifting your shirt, revealing your wound that was still bleeding heavily.
He looks even more surprised as he glances over at the wound, inspecting it. "Y/N, this is serious! Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" His tone was worried, but you could hear a hint of anger as well.
"I didn't want to make you worry..." You start to trail off, realising you don't necessarily have the best excuse.
"God, you absolute idiot," He mutters quietly under his breath before continuing to speak normally, "I'm going to get some supplies. I won't be long so just don't die on me, okay?"
You look up at him, getting more tired by the second. All you can do is give him a small, simple nod.
"Good," he says, before getting up to go grab supplies.
You watch him leave then you look down at your hand, which is holding the wound on your side. It was completely covered in blood. There was nothing you could do right now to try to stop the bleeding. Just hope and pray Carlos gets back soon.
Your vision blurred and your limbs felt heavy. You fought desperately to stay awake. The world around you seemed to spin in slow motion, and every breath was a battle.
Your eyelids, like lead weights, threatened to close with each passing second. Your thoughts grew foggy, and you struggled to concentrate, your mind slipping into a hazy abyss.
Cold sweat dotted your pale forehead, and your pulse, weak and thready, echoed in your ears like a distant drumbeat.
Despite the pain and dizziness, you clenched your teeth, determined to remain conscious, knowing that surrendering to the beckoning darkness might just mean you'll never get to see Carlos again.
You still had so much to tell him. How much you love him, and how much you want to be with him. There was a whole list of things you still had left to say and there was no way you were leaving without telling him every single one of them.
You heard footsteps coming towards you, but your vision was so blurry that you could barely make out who it was.
"Y/N?..." the figure next to you calls out your name. Their voice sounds so distant, even though they're so close.
You feel some pressure on your side, realising the person there was taking care of your wound.
You tried to say something, do something, anything to show that you were still here. But to no avail. Your limbs were heavy and completely unresponsive.
Each shallow breath you drew seemed to slip away like a fading whisper, and your chest rose and fell with diminishing effort.
You could feel a hand start to shake your shoulder. The touch sent warmth radiating through your skin.
They called out your name, this time, however, they didn't sound so distant. They sounded closer. With each breath that you took, it felt like life was slowly coming back to you.
You open your eyes, your vision is no longer blurry and when you look up, you're met with the familiar comforting, brown eyes that you've grown to love.
"Carlos?" You say his name, almost like a question, making sure it's him.
His strong arms enveloped you, providing a protective hold that made you feel as if nothing else mattered right now.
You slightly wince as you hug him back, your wound causing you more pain. Carlos notices and pulls away.
You look closely at his face and notice his eyes, which glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the light like dewdrops.
"I- I'm so glad you're okay. I thought I lost you, Y/N... Please, promise me that you won't pull another stunt like that ever again." His voice practically begged.
He was worried and scared, he didn't want to lose you. He couldn't.
"I promise, Carlos. I'm sorry."
His lips curled into a gentle, small smile and he mumbled something. You could just about make it out.
"I love you."
#carlos oliveira#carlos oliveira x reader#re3#re3r#re3 remake#resident evil 3#resident evil 3 remake#re3 carlos#re3r carlos#imagine
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Congrats on 250!!!!! For the event: Cat + “Knock it off”
Thaaaaank you!!! tbh, I still can't believe you follow me and we're moots 🥹❤️❤️
Prompts: Cat / Dog (cat), "Knock it off."
Teaser: "You were close enough to his armpit to smell the musk permeating the thick coat. This fucker."
Warnings: SFW, established relationship, lil bit of a scuffle, buggy is ticklish
Word count: ~1.3k
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
The morning was full of rumors about the new recruit you found - someone huge, but surprisingly agile, an assassin from the shadows, and skilled in hand to hand combat. The new recruit was a certified freak with extra fingers and toes, needle-sharp teeth, and eyes that looked through you.
Some of the crew joked to Buggy about how they kept blades in their fur coat, just like someone they know. The constant whispers, mutters, and chuckles filling the background created an agitating buzz in the pirate’s head. While he trusted you and would ask you for advice (in private), you did not have the authority to recruit new crew members without his approval. The captain’s approval.
You were slipping out of the bedroom when Buggy stormed up in a frenzied whirlwind. Complaints and non sequiturs swirled around you, flying in one ear and out the other. He had much to say, but very little to actually tell you. You grabbed him by the wrist to help anchor his thoughts, and ran your thumb along the fabric on his forearm. The contact brought his eyes to meet yours, but not his attention. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t seeing you.
“Where is he?” Buggy finally huffed.
His eyes darted around looking for the freaky giant that you must be hiding. The lump in his throat grew, despite his attempts at swallowing it down with all the saliva collecting in his mouth. Not only did you invite someone onto the ship, but you must be hiding him. Everyone said you were still showing the newbie around. Buggy’s eyes finally landed on the door behind you. The door whose knob you held in one hand behind your back.
“Is he in there?” The question came out in a strangled shout, cracking at the peak.
Preparing for what would happen next, you grounded your feet and tightened your grip on his arm. Buggy tried to push you aside and failed. You swung his arm to the side, trying to keep him from grabbing you or the knob. While the chop chop man could easily overpower obstacles like this, he rarely did. Not when you were involved. Next, he tried to knock you off balance by bumping your hips with his and lunging for the knob. You countered by hooking a leg around one of his and using his center of gravity to remain stable.
“Buggy, stop. Leave her alone,” you hissed. Your body was tense, muscles straining to keep Buggy from moving out of the awkward position you had him locked in.
“No!” Buggy managed to slip an arm around your head and pulled you down into a headlock. You were close enough to his armpit to smell the musk permeating the thick coat. This fucker. You let him skip out on wash day and now he was using your kindness against you.
“What the fuck! Let me go!”
Of course your request was ignored. Buggy stepped to the side, planning to pull you away from the door entirely. While his focus was on the rearrangement, you furiously dug your fingers into his sides and squeezed. Feeling ribs under your fingertips, you pummeled those with pointed massages until you squeezed out a high pitched screech.
“K-knock it off!!” It was a piercing shriek. One that sounded like victory to you.
Rather than shoving you away and risking your feral grip dragging along his ticklish ribs, Buggy broke apart and rebuilt himself a few steps away. He glared at you, red faced and out of breath, wincing slightly as he soothed his assaulted muscles. Despite losing the battle, the pirate was not ready to give up. He took a step towards the door. It was slow and deliberate, daring you to get in the way again. You both knew the rules. If one person played dirty, the other could play dirtier. You upped the ante by tickling him after the stink attack. It would be Buggy’s turn to fuck with you next, and you rarely survived the second onslaught.
“Fine, fine. Let me introduce you.”
You stepped in front of Buggy and slowly pushed the door open. Very slowly. With the first few inches of space, you slide your foot into the room. Then your leg. When there was enough space, you popped in your head, before continuing the awkward slither.
Buggy watched the impromptu interpretive dance. This was weird. Were you afraid? Did you invite someone dangerous onto his ship? But you wouldn’t leave them in this room alone. What was going on? He waited until you beckoned him in with a wave of your hand. A treacherous hand that just tickled him, so he didn’t feel very trusting at the moment. But he followed.
He looked around the room, hair tassels swinging from his hat as he whipped his head around. The movement was followed by curious eyes. The new recruit. She was at his desk, staring as he entered the room. Assessing him. After a quiet moment, she blinked her yellow eyes and stretched, showing off her sharp weapons. Not in a show of aggression or dominance, but because she felt comfortable. She felt relaxed here. Relaxed enough to rest her head on Buggy’s desk and bask in the sunlight.
“A…a cat?” His body deflated as the anxious tension released. There was also a twinge of disappointment. Buggy had spent much of the day preparing for some type of fight and all the adrenaline pumping in his body was unnecessary now.
“Mmhm, she followed me onto the ship and wouldn’t leave. I think she likes it here. She’s not afraid of Richie, can you believe it? They got along like old friends,” you said with a smile.
“Probably because she’s fucking huge,” Buggy muttered.
The cat was surprisingly big, larger than the other felines Buggy saw on ships or creeping the docks. Pointy ears twitched in the sunlight as she stretched out again, shuffling the papers under her striped body and knocking trinkets off the desk.
“Hey, watch it!” A lone hand flew over to shoo the cat away from his shit. Rather than being startled, a large paw reached out and hooked the appendage with a sharp claw.
Buggy gasped in shock and tried to pull himself back. Reluctant to let go of the new toy, the cat added in another paw and reeled the hand back in with a satisfied chirp. You couldn’t hide your laughter at Buggy’s indignant sputter. He could feel the pricks poking through the leather glove, a warning to not pull away again.
“Listen, she better not be a distraction or break anything,” Buggy grumbled.
This was too much for him and he wanted to get away. All day he spent mentally preparing to either lose you to some buff new recruit or to fight for you. Then he had to actually fight you. All that to be faced with a fucking cat who was taking over his space. And it even took his hand. If he didn’t step out, his agitation would boil over and it wouldn’t end well for anyone. Throwing a petty sneer at the cat, Buggy left the room.
“She’s already got a job catching mice!” you called after him.
“Tell her my hand isn’t a fucking mouse,” floated back through the open door.
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You weren’t able to wrestle Buggy’s hand away from its captor (cat-ptor?) so you decided to try again later. Hours later you slinked back into the room. The desktop was empty - no cat and most of the papers had been knocked off. What wasn’t empty was the bed.
Buggy was curled up on the mattress and nestled between his fully-intact arms was the cat. Her furry chest rose and fell at a steady pace, as did Buggy’s - at a slower, but still steady, sleepy, pace. As much as you wanted to join the cuddle puddle, you decided to let the two finish their cat nap. Maybe later, you could get Buggy’s help with picking a name for the new recruit.
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Can I ask how Ulthane/Jones would handle a human in the tree that’s stopped eating and drinking due to either a depressive episode. Or thinking that they might be a burden on the group, and doesn’t feel like they deserve to be taking food from the other humans in the tree?
You certainly can! Thank you for this xxx
Ulthane:
This maker is often frustratingly good at keeping a watchful eye on each human in his tree. It is very difficult to hide things from him. Of course, it was expected that his charges would start to lose weight after the Apocalypse, given the stress they're under and the general shortage of unspoiled food.
Ulthane takes it upon himself to make sure everyone has enough to eat, even if he has to start travelling further afield to find food.
What he doesn't expect, however, is for one of his humans - you - to suddenly collapse one day and struggle to pick yourself up off the ground before he rushes to your side, demanding to know if you're hurt.
You try to push his concern aside, but after he stands you on your own two feet and you immediately topple sideways, he starts to get suspicious. You're reluctant to fess up, and it isn't until his thumb presses into the thick padding of your coat that he realises what's wrong.
Weakly, you protest as he all but tears the coat open and sweeps a - thankfully warm - forefinger beneath your shirt to feel over the very pronounced ribs that have until now remained hidden by several layers of fabric.
You know you're in trouble by the crevice that grows between the giant's bushy eyebrows, not to mention the heat-wrenched look he shoots down at you.
It's the other humans that confirm his fears.
Several come forward, scolding and worried.
'You told me you were full, and gave me your sandwich!'
'You said you'd already eaten and had leftovers to give me!'
Turns out, you've been splitting your rations among the others little by little, burdened by grief and the guilt of not contributing as much as you think you should to the other survivors.
Aghast, borderline furious, Ulthane chews you out for endangering your life in some misguided notion that you need to earn your place in the Tree.
He's the one taking care of you, he's responsible for you - responsible for keeping you alive.
Inwardly, Ulthane's heart jack-hammers at the thought that even now, he's failing the people he already ushered towards their doom.
But besides the point, you've been contributing! Stone's Breath, you help in any way you can, whether that be cleaning the living quarters, helping distribute meals to your fellow humans, telling jokes to make them smile in their darker moments...
'Can I help?' is a phrase he hears from you on a daily basis.
He's not going to let you kill yourself for thinking you're a burden. Because you're wrong.
And you thought Ulthane was overbearing before.
Every morning, afternoon and night, he tracks you down in the tree with a fistful of your rations. He tells the others not to take food from you, no matter what you say, and waits until he's certain you've eaten every last bite.
Worse still is his insistence upon checking your weight. He's threatened to hold you down and just look at your waist himself if you don't let him of your own volition. Extreme, perhaps, but you've done something not a lot of beings can claim they have.
You frightened the Black Hammer.
Though his tone is gruff when he reprimands you for not eating, you can always hear that undeniable thickness at the back of his throat, born from the worry that he came so close to losing someone he's hellbent on protecting.
Jones:
Jones almost had an aneurism when he learned you've been skipping meals.
Even with the heightened senses of a Horseman - albeit a disguised Horseman - he only realised you were doing it after he caught you sneaking your daily share back into the supply crate one night.
He wasted no time in cornering you about it. He just... couldn't understand why any human in their right mind would put food back.
You told him you weren't hungry, but at that moment, your stomach gave a loud, painful gurgle that nearly had you doubling over in pain.
"You're not hungry..." he echoed, a haunted look in his deep, brown eyes, "You're damn-near starving."
His suspicions were correct. The supplies never added up at the end of every audit. There was always extra for the next day, but nobody complained because more food is more food.
Now though, the Horseman realises this was a gift horse who's mouth he should have looked into.
Jones is a little... protective of his 'fellow' humans.
Rather embarrassingly, you are... well. Elanya has pointed out on several occasions that Jones has a soft spot for you.
You'd always find time to laugh at his poor jokes, or check up on him if he ever came in from a supply run and got growled at by Ulthane for sneaking out of the tree. You're heart is so laden with grief, but you're loathe to let your stiff upper lip droop around the others at the risk of stealing their cheer, even though they're in the same boat.
He can... relate. To that, at least.
You're not about to starve yourself for lack of hope, he won't allow it.
Jones has been doubly careful to make it seem that he takes his own fair share of rations, often smuggling it from the tree, only to return later and simply add it to the rest of the night's haul.
You however, don't leave the tree, though not for lack of trying. Jones is sharp-eyed, and usually heads off any attempts for you or the other humans to try and escape to help him gather supplies.
Immediately after he realises you're nearly starving, he keeps it quiet, by your insistence. You're already burden enough, you don't want to give the others cause to worry about you. Jones scoffs at your words, but gently promises this will stay between you and he, on the condition that you promise to eat.
Even if he has to force food down your throat, he'll get you eating again... Saving a life is sometimes more important than maintaining a friendship, and if you end up hating him for holding your chin and pressing dried crackers past your lips until you swallow, well... so be it.
Alongside getting your weight back up, Jones makes sure to give you some tasks to occupy your mind. Things like maintaining the guns other humans have scrounged up, counting out ammunition, trading stories and jokes with him... just little tasks that add up to help you feel that you're giving more to the tree, even if your survival is payment enough.
#darksiders#darksiders 2#cw eating problems#depression#darksiders 3#Ulthane#Jones#Strife#Reader#whump#fluff#protective characters#human reader
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Moon
Pairing: Renjun X Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Professor AU
Warnings: abuse, manipulation, power dynamic
Word Count: 2.2k
“You’re too cold, to the point where I don’t even know if you love me. But isn’t that what makes it fun?”
“That’s… weird. Like, really weird.” Your professor looked at the liquid in the glass vial. “It’s supposed to be purple. Are you sure you did the experiment right?”
You choked on a tear. “Yes, professor. I tried three times.”
Professor Renjun sighed and did the experiment for you. “44.6 mL.”
“Thank you.”You gasped and smiled. Renjun and you were conducting an experiment for his next academic paper. He was the man in between you and your PhD, as he was also assisting you with your thesis.
“You’re going to need to do it again though. You have to be able to do it yourself.” Renjun looked at your outfit. “And you should get a labcoat.”
Your chest peaked out of your tank top, much to Renjun’s amusement. “Professor… I need to take my dinner break though…” It was already 6:50, and you and Renjun were close enough for some friendly banter, and some not so friendly complaining.
“Come take it then.” Renjun smirked.
You got on your knees and unbuckled his belt.
You were also close enough to have sex with him.
“There’s a good girl.” Renjun cooed. He liked it when you took a little bit of control, but it’s not like you really had a choice to begin with. “Let’s hurry this up.”
You pulled down your panties under your skirt, and Renjun suddenly grabbed your waist without warning. But it’s not really all that surprising, he does this all the time…
Ramming his length into you, you bit your lip to hide your moans. He never started with foreplay, yet you were wet enough to take all 8 inches of him. It’s like your body knows what he wants before you can even process it. He purposefully started getting rougher, pulling your waist in. He tried to make you moan, biting on your ear. He never thinks about how you feel, and you felt stupid for even thinking you could go to dinner without fucking him first.
“Fuck, baby girl…” His groans were as loud as he wanted them to be. “Pussy as tight as the day I met you.”
He was always like this. Too much. He thought he owned you, yet he seemingly did… Sex whenever he wanted, wherever.
“Renjun…” You gasped.
“I love you baby.” Renjun grabbed at your neck, choking you. And those were the words that made you keep coming back for more.
“I love you too, Renjun.” He always came inside you when you told him that.
His hot cum was enough to make your brain dizzy. It filled you up.
Renjun pulled out and put his pants back on. “What do you want for dinner? My treat.”
~
On the day you met Renjun, you were in your 4th year of your bachelors program, about to graduate. He was your first class of the new semester. You always thought he was cute, even with his lab coat and glasses on. You were in a class with only 2 other people, but you were the only one sitting in the center of the giant lecture hall, the two other students in the back next to the door. The whole class felt like a conversation between you and him, as he only looked at you while teaching.
After class, you approached him and began to speak. “Hi, Renjun. I’m-”
“I already know your name.” Renjun closed the laptop he was teaching from. “Class roster, remember?”
“Oh… Of course. There’s only two other people in this class, it would be stupid if you didn’t know.”
“No. They’re auditing this class. Grad students who want to work for me.” He sighed. “It’s just me and you.”
“Why have a class with only one person?” Knowing your college, you even doubted the fact they would fund this.
“Well, you’re the one here at 7 a.m., you tell me.” Renjun smiled. “I only teach people who are passionate. So all my classes are at 7 or 8.”
You wanted to roll your eyes but stopped yourself. “I see.”
“Have you had breakfast yet?”
And that’s how you ended up at his apartment.
“So, ring before spring?” He set a plate in front of you.
“Excuse me?” You sat at the island, watching him prepare a plate.
“You know, your boyfriend. The ring before spring deal? Or are you not engaged yet?” Renjun sat next to you and began eating.
You sighed. “No ring. No boyfriend. No male friends for that matter, anyways.”
“Sorry.” Renjun mumbled, clearly not knowing how to respond.
“Don’t be.” You took a bite. “Oh, this is good.”
“Isn’t it?” He smiled at you. “My special recipe.”
You nodded and you both finished breakfast without speaking again.
Renjun washed the plates as you walked around his apartment, taking in everything. The awards on the walls, piled up in bookcases and on the coffee tables. One stood out to you: A Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
“That’s from a few years ago.” Renjun said from across the apartment.
“I was in middle school when you won it.” You laughed, setting it back on its shelf.
Renjun appeared behind you. “Well, I just think it means you’re able to change someone’s life. Isn’t that all those prizes care about anyways? How many lives you can change, how many people you helped?” He sat on the couch.
“But, Renjun, that’s amazing. You’re an inspiration to people, to me, even. I wanna be you one day.”
“I don’t want to be myself.”
You ran up to Renjun and hugged him. “Oh, don’t say that.” You were sitting next to him, arms around his neck and leg on his lap.
“I’ll change your life.” Renjun hugged you back. “I’ll do everything for you.”
“Hmm.” You hummed.
“Come back tonight.”
“What? Why?”
“I wanna show you something.” He pulled away, so you stood up.
You both left his apartment, heading to your next classes.
And as promised, you came back at 6.
He let you in. “Are you ready?”
You nodded.
He led you to his bedroom.
“Wait, Renjun, I-”
“You’ll graduate with honors. I’ll make sure you get your PhD. Everything will be easy for you from now on.”
And so you kissed him.
He pushed you onto the bed, never breaking your kiss, your arms around his neck. “You’re beautiful.”
“Do you want to…” You whispered at him, knowing very well what Renjun wanted.
“Let’s take it slow.” Renjun weakly kissed you again, his hands exploring the underneath of your shirt, and yours taking off his pants.
“Renjun… I don’t want to take it slow.” You whined for Renjun’s dick. The truth was, you haven’t had dick in years and you missed it.
“I’m not the type to take things slow anyways.” His fingers found your panties and pulled them off, while yours began unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you want me to use a condom?”
You shook your head no. You wanted to feel him inside you.
“Good. I didn’t want to.” Renjun quickly found your clit and rubbed circles into it, causing you to loudly moan.
“Fuck, Renjun…” You dug your nails into his back. “Feels so fucking good.”
His fingers slid inside you. “You’re so tight, baby. Think you can handle my dick?” He unzipped his pants to reveal 8 inches.
“You can just force it inside me…” You told him, knowing it would hurt.
All the right answers, Renjun thought. You would be the perfect girl for him. “Then I'll slide it in, okay?”
You nodded and looked into his eyes as he aligned his dick with your hole. Pushing it in slowly at first, then finally forcing it in.
“Wait, give me a second…” You moaned out, his dick splitting you apart.
“Sorry, but I can’t wait.” Renjun's breathing became labored as he wrapped his arms under your thighs and began to fuck you.
You mentally dissociated, the experience proving to be too much. The only thing you could hear was Renjun’s heavy breathing and the slapping of your skin against his, only able to feel his dick inside you and the warmth of him inside you. The thing that brought you back was the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, followed by his cum rushing into your womb.
“Wait, what the fuck?” You sat up, leading to his cum leaking out of you. “Why didn’t you ask before cumming inside?”
“You looked too pretty, I didn’t want to.” Renjun grabbed a towel out of his dresser and tossed it at you, then walked into the kitchen and grabbed his wallet. “How much do you need? I’ll just give you $300, is that fine?”
~
The collar around your neck was enough to isolate you from the rest of your classmates, even though there you had to collaborate with the other students on assignments. Your life was just wake up, Renjun, class, Renjun, food, Renjun, home. The same monotonous tasks everyday, but Renjun kept things interesting. At least, that’s what you believed.
You played with the O ring on your collar while you sat in class.
~
“Forever.” Renjun told you when he put it on you after your first hook up with him. “It means you’re mine forever.”
“Do you mean that? That whole forever thing?” You looked in his eyes as he locked it.
He smiled up at you. “Of course I do. I’ll be with you until the day you die.”
“What makes you think I’m dying before you?” You touched the metal. “Isn’t the saying ‘I'll love you ‘till the day I die?’ Or…”
Renjun put the key on a chain and hooked it around his neck, key touching his chest. “Must’ve been a slip of the tongue. I’ll be with you until the day we die.”
~
“Professor Huang is calling for you.” A random grad student you never bothered to get to know tapped your shoulder, causing you to flinch.
“Oh…” You grabbed your stuff. “Thanks.”
You scurried to the Chemistry lab, where Renjun was holding a vial full of amber liquid.
“The person I wanted to see! Drink this.” His tone bothered you, going from energetic to dead in a split second.
Either way, you did as he asked. You started to profusely sweat, gagging on the fiery liquid. It tasted like ghost pepper, if it got liquified and mixed with a healthy dose of cinnamon. You tried to gag and throw up, but that seemingly only made things worse.
“Here, try this one.” Renjun handed you another mystery vial, that of which you downed, hoping it would relieve the pain.
Nope. Worse. You collapsed to the ground in some of the worst pain you have ever felt, unable to make a noise.
“That’s more like it.” Renjun smirked.
~
“I’ll kill him!” Renjun screamed in your face. “Do you fucking hear me, I’ll slit his throat right now!” All the student did was give you a hug because you helped him pass his class.
“Babe, please!” You sobbed, begging on your knees, hands trying to grab at him, the carpeted floors of the small studio apartment you two share digging into you, burning the skin off your knees.
“How dare he touch you! And in front of me, nonetheless! Everyone knows I love you!” Renjun paced around, locating an award on the bookshelf and throwing it at you, the glass luckily bouncing off the carpet without shattering. But you realized it’s not the broken glass you should be scared of, it’s the weight. Each of those prestigious chemistry awards easily weighs 7 lbs, enough weight to kill you. And he just picked up another.
You sprung up onto your feet, grabbing Renjun’s hands. “I won’t ever speak to someone ever again, I promise! I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be loyal to you, only you, baby please stop, please…” You cried into his chest, causing Renjun to drop the glass on the carpet.
“Shh… It’s okay baby. I’m here, you’re okay…”
And it all went away. It’s over.
That night, Renjun made dinner, and after you went to sleep, you didn’t wake up for two weeks. When you woke up, you were laying in a bed, soaked with cum.
You showered, crying and wondering what happened to you. But you never asked. And he never answered.
~
The pain went away after around 20 minutes, but only subsided enough for you to talk. “I’m tired.” You sighed.
“No, I am.” Renjun leaned onto the lab table. “You need to know your place and not let other men take you from me.”
“He put his hand on my shoulder! What the fuck do you want me to do?”
Renjun rubbed his face. “I’ll kill him. Make him get expelled. Tell everyone that he raped you.”
“No. No, I’m done, Renjun. I already got my bachelors, I wasn’t even planning on getting my PhD, it was you who told me to, Renjun. So I’m done. I’m dropping out.” You laughed weakly.
“Where will you live? Who will feed you?” Renjun smirked, as if he planned this all out. “You have nothing without me. But if you want to, then leave.”
Your silence told him everything.
“Of course not. So bend over and be a good girl like you’ve always been.”
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The twins are sent back to the bottom pits of Rageous. Velvet does something horrible under the effects of the Troll poison. The twins run off in search of shelter… but not far from their tail… a new villian is after them for the bounty on their head. Soon, other crime bosses begin to find out about their worth.
A black car pulled up to the two bodies. One still lay unconscious, the other lay severely beaten…and dead.
Out of the black stepped a pair of silver steel boots. A black trench coat stretch all the way down to his ankles. Black army pants covered his legs, a dark gray skin fright shirt covered his torso. Scars covered his body, his neck, his face. He had the same sharp tooth grin like his henchmen. His long stringy, dark blue hair tied back in the form of dreadlocks. His real name was unknown, they just called him Shank. He walked up to his fallen henchmen.
“Idiot got offed by a couple of kids. Pathetic.” He kicked the body. He looked at the one who lay unconscious. “That one is going to wish he was offed by the brats. Get him in the trunk. I’ll deal with him later.”
He paced back and forth looking through the dark alleys and streets…. His eyes began to glow with a pink pigmentation.
“They couldn’t have gone that far….Set around the perimeter… find them. Oh! And send out the birds.” Shank demanded with a smirk on his face
“Keep up Vennie come on!” Velvet yelled over her shoulder as she pulled him along. She dared not let go of her grip on him… afraid that she would turn around and he would be gone.
“Vels where are we running too?” He called out to her, trying his best to keep his balance as she held tightly to his hand. Somewhere, anywhere, she thought to herself. Velvet did her best to imagine where they could go, where they could hide. The address they had given them back at the detention center would be no good. Somehow those thugs would figure it out and go looking for them there.
What happened back there, what she did… she really couldn’t comprehend. She just knew her brother was in trouble, and she just lost it… no self control, no nothing.
“Velvet please hold on!” She felt Veneer tug his hand away from hers. She turned around to find him bent over wheezing, trying to catch his breath. How long were they running for?
“I wasn’t….the best….in sports…. remember.” He said in between breaths. Right. How could she forget, Veneer the nerd was never a sports kinda of guy.
“Well hurry up!” Velvet pushed him behind some dumpsters nearby. “We didn’t get very far. Who knows who showed up or even saw.” She pulled up her hoodie over her head. Velvet did the same to Veneer although he already wore his purple beanie.
“Uugghh! Your stupid hair!” She exclaimed as his green swoop still stuck out.
“Dont be jealous-HEY!” He exclaimed as she began to try and flatten it out. It eventually made a side swoop down his right eye. She laughed. “What did do!?” He asked touching his hair.
“Emo Vennie, never thought I’d ever see that.” Velvet giggled.
“Seriously Vels!” He tried to look at himself in a nearby window. “I’m putting it back once we’re out of sight.” He pouted.
“Whatever. Okay we have to keep moving.” She peeked around the dumpster.
“Why not try to crash here?” He asked pointing at the run down building.
“No. Still too close to the scene. We HAVE to keep moving.” Velvet told him. In their moment of silence, a weird noise was heard in the distance.
ZZZZZZZ….
It sounded like the buzzing of a bug… a giant one…
ZZZZZZZZ…..
“Head down!” She exclaimed pushing her brother out of view.
At the center of the streets above them flew a drone. The X shaped machine hovered to and from, scanning its surroundings.
ZZZZZZ.
Another one appears in the farther distance…great… they were trapped.
“Drones! Really? How in the world are we going to get away?” Veneer questioned as he saw the machines hovering in the air. Velvet didn’t know. No matter how well they could cover themselves, once those drones saw movement, they’d do a facial recognition scan…. And they’d be done for.
“Follow me.” She said. They stayed as close as they could to the wall and began walking down the alley. They were able to make it to the end of the alley and to the next street. Velvet glanced around for any drones or vehicles. For now, they were clear.
“To the next alley….. now!” She didn’t give her brother a moment to think. Velvet grasped his hand again and pulled him along with her as they darted to the next alley.
ZZZZZZZZ.
Hovering above them was the drone. It spotted them with a bright light.
“We have them sir.” Said a voice.
At the other side of town, Shank and his henchmen were viewing the drone feed through a small computer.
“I know those streets.” He said. “Send in the rest of the drones. Keep them there until we can arrive.” He leaned in to watch the feed; live footage of the twins running for the life. “My little trophies are going to bring me in big bucks… plus a little extra for the inconvenience….”
He was silent as he saw the actions that happened next. The brother grabbed something as they were running, turned around, and smashed the drone right in the camera. He saw him smash and smash until their screen went blank.
“What happened?” He asked.
“He took out our bird.” His henchmen said.
“WELL SEND IN ANOTHER ONE! GET ME A VIEW OF THOSE DAMN KIDS. YOU GUYS! GET TO THAT STREET AND SEE IF YOU CAN FIND THEM NOW!!” He screamed.
“What the heck Veneer?” Velvet exclaimed.
“It was following us Vels! What was a I supposed to do?” They both stared at the broken drone lying before them. Something clicked inside Veneer. He ran to the drone and began shoving it in his duffle bag.
“Veneer leave it! Let’s go!” Velvet exclaimed. He zipped up his bag and ran towards his sister. She glanced to the left and saw some stairs that led down to the subways.
“Follow me!” She said. The siblings made their way down the stairs and into the darkness of the subway tunnels. There were some Rageouns hanging about waiting for the train. They looked at the twins in confusion as they ran by. Velvet led them down an empty waiting area.
“Crap! Crap! Crap!” She exclaimed. Velvet turned behind her… where was Veneer? “Vennie?…Vennie!” She called in despair.
“Vels follow me!” She heard him call out from across the tracks. She could hear the sound of the train getting closer. Velvet hurried herself across the tracks and onto the other side.
“What the heck Ven?” She said.
“Come on.” He told her. She had no choice, she followed Veneer deep into the other side of the subway tunnels.
It was quiet, empty. Hardly if no one passed through there, she could tell. But how did her brother know about this? She followed him into the deepest part until they came to what looked like a door. Veneer pushed it open. Inside was made into some sort of little apartment. There was a bed, a couch, a tv… and arcade game?
“What the heck Veneer? What is this?” She asked him.
“It was my hideout back in the day. Well not like way back, but when we were on our own for a while, remember. When you’d be gone and the bullies come knocking at our door, I’d come hide here. Or when I would go out to make cash and maaaayybe got into trouble. Bam! Here I was! Took me awhile to get that arcade in here but I did!” Veneer smiled. Velvet looked at her brother… she really didn’t give him enough credit. He’d spend a lot of days alone… and being the more sensitive one, the ruffians and thugs knew to come pick on him. But he managed… he managed days without her.
“Okay. We’ll hide out here for now.” She said finally laying her duffle bag on the floor. Velvet heard a distant grumble… was that someone’s stomach?
“Sorry! All that running… I’m kind of hungry.” Veneer admitted.
“Well they gave us some cash before feeding us to the wolves down here.” She said.
“Oh! A sandwich shop is just above us! Not the best, but definitely better than prison food!” Veneer chimed.
“Stop it.” Velvet told him.
“Stop what?” He asked.
“Stop being so….so….so cheerful.” She sat down on the small couch. Velvet stared at the wall… she didn’t know what to do… she didn’t know who they could trust…. She was stuck taking care of her and her brother again.
“Sorry..” She heard Veneer say as he sat himself next to his duffle bag, hugging his knees. He was honestly just happy to be alive and safe right now…. Alive and safe with his sister. Veneer was actually the one always looking out for her… deep down she knew this. Velvet had always been hard on him…. Maybe it was time to change that…
“What sandwich do you want?” She asked standing up. Veneer looked at her questionably. “We have to eat. We can’t starve down. I’ll sneak up and get us some food really quick. Enough to last us a couple of days so they can get off our rear ends. Do we have working water down here?”
“Yeah! There’s a working bathroom not far down.” He said.
“Then get settled. We’re staying down here for a while.” She exclaimed.
Back on the side of the city, Shank stared off to the top of Mount Rageous. One of his henchmen came to him.
“They’re gone sir. Drones couldn’t find them. We went to the location, searched everywhere. Nothing.” He said. Shank twiddled a knife in his fingers.
“Kids are smarter than I thought. Smarter than what she told me.” He spit to the ground. “Hold off searching for them for now. Get on the line with the Upper Rageous. For all the trouble these kids have cost me, I am tripling the price for them.”
“Yes sir. Oh, one more thing. We got more sir.” His henchmen said. Shank smiled.
“Enough to sell too?” He asked.
“Yes sir.” His henchmen replied.
“Good.” Shank said walking up to the dark vehicle. He lifted up them blanket that lay over a tank. Inside, with terrified little faces, were Trolls. “Include this batch in the pricing along with the two brats.”
The little Trolls inside the tank shook in fear… unknowing what lay ahead. Within that batch of Trolls was a familiar bluish/gray one. He was already planning an escape, calculating his next moves.
“No one is gonna get their hands on me.” Branch said.
#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#velvet and veneer#velvet trolls#trolls 3#trolls veneer#veneer#fandom#velvet#velvet and veneer trolls#fanfic#fanfiction#trolls angst#trolls fanfic#trolls fandom#trolls au#au
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Dabi’s is in a bad mood.
Worse than usual, actually, and according to those around him, that’s saying something.
So he does what he finds himself doing whenever he’s feeling shitty these days; he goes to that goddamn bird’s place.
The fancy apartment, giant bed and full fridge were big temptations, but if he were honest with himself, none of it matteres without a certain hero to share them with.
So, he stomps into the bulding, dripping wet and ice cold from the storm, tired, body aching, mind as cloudy as the sky, desperatly seeking some form of solance.
He doesn’t bother knocking or letting his precense known in any way as he enters the apartment, knowing all to well that Hawks has feathers all over the place and knows he’s there.
However, Dabi can’t quite seem to find where the bird has gone into hiding.
He knows he’s home, the boots lying tossed aside right inside the door was a clear sign of that, so he starts to look trough the apartment.
By the time he’s searched all trough the nooks and crannies he could think of he’s almost dry.
His mood have shifted from terrible to just sorta grumpy and tired.
The only room left was the bedroom, and as he walks in, he swears he hears a rustle in the large closet by the end wall.
He sighes deeply.
He should have known.
Dabi runs a hand trough his hair, and taps gently on the closet door before he opens it.
The sight of Hawks when he’s not… well, Hawks, and just Keigo, still startles Dabi sometimes.
He’s so little.
His whole posture changes, his face goes all soft, and he looks so young.
It doesn’t help when he’s curled into a ball, hair in his eyes, wings wrapped around his body, sitting on the floor of his closet.
Dabi’s heart cracks, just a little.
«Long day, hm?» he asks casually, and Keigo nods, looking up at him like he’s a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.
Dabi sighs and shrugs off his coat so it hits the floor.
«Yeah, me too.»
He moves a little closer to Keigo, and for a second it looks like he’s about to get up, but Dabi stops him.
«Just…» he tilts his head a little, «scoot over, yeah?»
Keigo does, and Dabi smiles as he sees how the light in his eyes returns.
It’s a bit of a hassle to stack Dabi’s long legs under him in the tight space, but he eventually manages.
Keigo curls into him and wraps his wings around them both, and soon Dabi finds himself running his hand trough the birdie’s messy hair, listening to Keigo’s little chitters and croons.
This day might have been it’s own little slice of hell up until now, but if that was the price to pay for moments like these, Dabi wouldn’t mind paying it up every single day for the rest of his time.
#dabihawks#dabihawks fluff#toukei#Hawks#Dabi#Keigo takami#Touya todoroki#Dabi x Hawks#Hawks x Dabi#Touya x Keigo#Keigo x Touya#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia
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WHO IS CROWLEY AFTER THE FALL (PART2)
Here it is finally.
So what is the Leviathan.
In mythology and theology the Leviathan is a sea-serpent and is mentioned in several books of the Hebrew Bible such as the Book of Job and Book Isaiah and Book of Enoch. The Leviathan of the Book of Job is a reflection of the older Canaanite Lotan, a primeval monster defeated by the god Baal Hadad. Parallels to the role of Mesopotamian Tiamat defeated by Marduk have long been drawn in comparative mythology, as have been wider comparisons to dragon and world serpent narratives such as Indra slaying Vrtra or Thor slaying Jörmungandr.
Once again we see the pattern of Biblical creatures being “inspired” from pagan ones.
Thomas Aquinas described Leviathan as the demon of envy, first in punishing the corresponding sinners. Peter Binsfeld likewise classified Leviathan as the demon of envy, as one of the seven Princes of Hell corresponding to the seven deadly sins. Leviathan became associated with, and may originally have been referred to by, the visual motif of the Hellmouth, a monstrous animal into whose mouth the damned disappear at the Last Judgment, found in Anglo-Saxon art from about 800, and later all over Europe.
In the Book of Enoch, The Leviathan is a female giant chaos serpent that lives deep in the ocean, while her mate, Behemoth, is a male giant chaos beast (based off of a hippopotamus or water-ox) who lives in the mythical desert of Duidain, East of Eden.
Ring any bells. Chaos mongering (fomenting), ox, eastern gate of eden….
The Hebrew word that translates to Leviathan (Livyatan) appears six times in the Old Testament. One of them is in Job 41. The word is derived from the root Iwy or ‘ twist, coil’ and means ‘the sinuous one.’ So I think we can establish that this creature is at least indicated to be snake-like. Scholars trace the etymology of whale and crocodile
In the Book of Isaiah it is mentioned that the beast will rise from the water and will be defeated by God on the Last Day. However, quite interestingly nowhere in the Old Testament is the Leviathan written as evil. Only later scholars have equated it with the devil so that the battle between God and Chaos can be interpreted as the battle between God and the Devil.
Now let’s make this more interesting: The Gnostic sect venerate the biblical serpent of the Garden of Eden as a symbol of wisdom, which the malevolent Demiurge tried to hide from Adam and Eve. They identify the Leviathan as the serpent of Eden and in this belief system the Leviathan appears as an Ouroboros, separating the divine realm from humanity by enveloping or permeating the material world.
I mean I don’t even need to say anything further.
And he does show up in GO Season 2. The matchbox.
Here
When did this happen, I wonder……hmmmmmm
Oh YES!
Crowley wearing Aziraphale’s face
Here’s the rest of the passage from Job
1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
2 Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
11 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
12 I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
13 Who can discover the face of his garment? (penetrate his coat of armor) or who can come to him with his double bridle?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29 Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
30 Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
34 He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.
The Leviathan is a magnificent creature. And the very fact that God goes to so much trouble to describe the magnanimity of this creature is to show what God has created and hence Her magnanimity must be even greater in comparison for the Creator is always superior to the Creation. And if God can so easily abuse and humiliate this beautiful monster, then God must be worshipped and feared.
Though to the unsuspecting eye these passages may ring no familiar bells, a closer look makes you realize how Crowley-coded they are. And to think that in a story where Neil has never witten or shown anything that wasn’t woven in finely with the characters, I alwsy wondered why he chose the Book of Job for the minisode when he could have included any other one.
But it reminded me that Crowleys character is truly unrelenting. He’s a nether millstone. He won’t give up that easily. He absolutely won’t submit to anyone, and he’s shown time and time again that his vociferous litanies about running away disappear as soon as someone or something he cares about is in danger (i.e. Aziraphale). And the second coming will also threaten his creation (the universe). His refusal to submit to authority, the refusal to be subjugated is the reason he fell in the first place. And quite interestingly he doesn’t own Hell either. He resists that too. For him it’s not Heaven or Hell that matters but the resistance to Power.
I also think it’s also fitting that the Leviathan is perceived to be a monster that must be slain or enslaved but in reality is another of God’s creations just like the sun and the stars and the rivers and the mountains.
And it makes me think of how Crowley has always been labeled as evil because he fell. I think of how, at heart, he is truly gentle and kind, he’s a starmaker. But his fall, his appearance, his desire to be autonomous and his grey moral campus make him feared and a target. And that has made him the embodiment of chaos. His refusal to submit himself to the uniformity of both worlds, to the rules and guidelines that create this illusion of order sets him apart from them. He embraces the chaos that grayness offers, that being ‘human’ brings. And hence the final battle will be between God and chaos with God justifies as being the battle between good and evil because, well, he’s a demon.
The Leviathan being historically associated with the sin of envy is again I think written into the plot very carefully. He is envious of humanity’s ability to question God, to have choices to not be doomed to heaven or hell for all eternity. He is envious of what Maggie and Nina have. He’s envious of what Beelz and Gabe have.
“I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can go off together…..”
And then him rejecting Azirapahle’s offer— he has spent his life (a long, long life) rejecting power and authority. In his relationship with Aziraphale he found his sanctuary, a relation clean of power dynamics. Up till now they were both equal. But this new offer jeopardizes that.
And I love how his ego and pride come to play here. He would never accept being “second in command to anyone”. And his envy of how God’s mercy is free for some but wholly denied to him.
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Have you had any thoughts on hybrid versions of the one piece characters? I love seeing what animals people associate with the characters 😅. Also ears and tails are cute
Hybrid Au, my beloved!!! owo I tend to go heavier with the animal research/xeno than just "ears and tails", but yes, I absolutely have thoughts— here's a handful of my favorites/who comes to mind!
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Kaidou — Auroch bull: The now-extinct relative of modern cattle, closely related to Spanish fighting bulls. Bull feels fitting for Kaidou, I think— they're huge, potentially dangerous animals that get screwed over in blood sports or as slaughterhouse bait, and near-universally seen as aggressive because of instincts that are based in self-preservation or protecting a herd. And of course, ending up as a bull hybrid is just what happens to my favs, by now... (@senjuushi)
Judge — Tawny eagle: His "Garuda" theme implies a bird of prey from the start, so it's an easy pick! Described as "opportunistic", with a habit of feeding on carrion (and stealing other animals' prey), yet still "a bold and active predator", tawny eagles fit well with Judge's vibe of regal, pompous, and trying way too hard. They also tend to mate for life... and male birds are known for flashy courtship habits. Reiju, Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji would be the same species for this Au.
Sanji — Mourning dove: Keeping with the bird theme of his family, but a far less bloodthirsty species. Mourning doves are fluffy, vocal birds that are known for being "prolific breeders". They can be territorial between males, but are also social pair-bonders. Sora would have been a dove too, and Sanji sharing her species is just one more sign that the modifications failed. There's also something very fitting about a "caged bird" theme for his experiences with Germa.
Spandam — Giant panda: Useless animal that would be extinct by now without human intervention. Clumsy, pathetic, and admittedly pretty cute, but not good for much other than existing under careful supervision in a zoo. Of course, Spandam's terrible personality ruins most of the cuteness effect his hybrid species might have— ultimately, he's a needy, spoiled idiot who's eternally dependent on the care of others. And personally, I think he should have a cute, sensitive little stubby tail, perfect to yank on when he's being a brat.
Katakuri — Grizzly bear: Linlin is a grizzly hybrid as well, and the shared species adds to Katakuri's reputation as her "perfect" son. He's huge, powerful, and highly threatening... but would be just as content to gorge himself on snacks and all but hibernate afterward. If it wasn't for his self-imposed standard of perfection, that is. His fucked-up mouth seems even worse on a large predator species, too, which definitely adds to his complex/self-consciousness over it.
Perospero — Red fox: I saw a fanart of him as a fox hybrid on Pixiv, and it convinced me. A smug, sneaky bastard who takes after his mother's carnivore tendencies, but with far less of an intimidation factor to back it up. Annoyingly talkative and far more socially oriented than he wants to admit, as well as capable of being an absolute nuisance when he wants to— all of that sounds very fitting for Peros, I think. And fox whining noises fit his crybaby side.
Cracker — Bushy-tailed woodrat: Prey animals that are described as "vocal and boisterous", and nuisances for "creating general noisy havoc"— seems appropriate for Cracker, an overconfident brat who's far less tough than he acts. Packrats (the overall category) are nest-builders, too, which fits with how he spends so much time hiding in his biscuit soldiers to avoid direct combat. Woodrats also apparently have a foot-thumping tendency; a good match for his clapping!
Pudding — British longhair cat: Babygirl-looking murder machine seems highly appropriate. British longhairs have the sweetest little faces and soft coats, but cats are nature's finest serial killers at their core. Pudding would be perfect as a needy, jealousy-prone kitty who's way too good at playing up the cutesy kitten act to get on people's good sides— right up until a tsundere moment kicks in. Then, she's all puffed-up, twitching tail and poorly stifled purring.
Caesar — Axolotl: Like his pet poison slime thing! Axolotls are apparently "used extensively in scientific research due to their ability to regenerate limbs, gills, and parts of their eyes and brains", which feels fitting for Caesar, as does the fact that they're tricky to take care of as pets (and keep getting put in cages by people who don't treat them well, at that). Also, those feathery external gills are cute!!
Queen — American alligator: Lethal fat fuck of a reptile, exactly how Queen should be! Alligators can be lazy and kind of goofy-looking, but they're still dangerous and very strong. The huge, thick tail is also an obvious plus (the "Brachio-Snakeus" trick haunts me). And really, can't you see him sprawled out all lazy, for gator-style sunbathing?
Drake — Rottweiler/Border Collie mix: A strong, intelligent, capable, and work-oriented animal, that would (as a dog-experienced friend put it), "tear a house down to the foundation" if left without enough to occupy it. Drake gives me "beaten dog" vibes, in general, and it feels fitting that his hybrid species could easily have been sweet, if not for the trauma and DEEP psychological issues.
Law — Shorthaired silver tabby: Law is so very catboy-coded. He's a grumpy, fussy kitty who will both claw your arm open if you try to touch him, and could just as easily be reduced to a purring puddle if his guard gets torn down enough to allow it. Cats are highly effective agents of violence (and can be total bastards, when they want to), but also absolute babies. And imagine tiny, angry catboy Law getting scruffed by Rocinante to prevent the aforementioned clawing.
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Thinking of...
Small TW: Knifes, Blood (but nothing too specific and too gory), Diluc being a total simp and total emo Batman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Helpless!Diluc who's having the biggest crush on you, but in the same time is too shy to even talk to you. Unbelievable, right?
This Diluc Ragnvindr, this big, scary man, always so serious and stoic. The owner of the best winery in the Mondstadt, and a famous bar called Angel's Share.
But yes, it is true that everytime he sees you, his knees are getting weak.
How, you would ask? Let me explain.
He saw you once, he saw you twice, nothing out of ordinary. He knew your name, your face since you were his regular client. You were nice, funny, respectful to his boundaries.
And surprisingly, talking with you wasn't so... Tiring. Kaeya and Venti are the reasons for his daily migraine so small chat with someone... Not blinded by alcohol was very refreshing. Even if never was into small talk.
Before he realized, he started to wonder when you'll come to bar again, what will you two talk about or which drink you'll like to have today.
You helped him find colors in this black and white world filled with so much darkness. Helped him smile again after death of his father. Helped him feel full again.
He wished to have a chance to meet you outside of a bar... To get to know you better, what you like or not. What is your favorite drink, color, game. But didn't know it'll happen faster than he thinks.
You, as a normal citizen of Mondstadt, were just minding your business. Night came in one strike, sending thousands of stars above you and a shiny moon that lit up your way.
It was something near 10 pm, as you were walking slowly back to the main city from Springvale. It's been an incredible family dinner, you must say.
Time passed as you got through the gates of city, soldiers saying you quick "good evening" before going back to guard the entrance.
Lost in your thoughts, and amazed by the beautiful night sky, surprisingly, you felt a harsh movement, and before you could even think of any reaction, your back was pushed against the wall.
A Treasure Hoarder? What on the Celestia is he doing here? You wanted to scream, but he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, and put a knife right under your chin.
"Scream and I'll make you know how does it feel to loose your head."
"Hurt them and I'll make you burn alive"
Another person came into the scene, dark black coat covering their body, a flamy red hair tucked into high ponytail and a white mask that hides their facial features, leaving only eyes and mouth.
They held a giant red and black clamore that clearly matches their appearance.
This, in fact, was your first time meeting outside the bar.
And surely not last.
"Just stay still!" You murmured nervously, clenching your teeth. His white shirt, now blood stained from his wound. Bleeding already stopped but his whole body still shivered in pain, esper when you touched it with a bandage.
He was hissing and groaning in pain as you clear his body from his own blood.
How had this happened? Well, the Treasure Hoarder wasn’t alone.
In the rush of the moment, another man came into the scene— he had a bow in his hands as he shot the Darknight Hero, who tried to protect you with his body.
Arrow got right into his arm, ripping his coat, skin and flesh, sending a wave of sharp pain through his body.
Diluc was wounded before, and he knew how to deal with problems like this. Even if still in pain, he kicked both of thieves out of the City, giving them a lesson of their lives.
He almost escaped, well, almost.
You took him by the hand and ignoring all his protests (which was pretty impressing, he's far taller and stronger, how the hell did you do that???), you lead him to your own house, proposing that you'll take care of his wounds.
And that's how he ended up here like this.
Which is actually pretty funny, he thought about meeting you, going on some dinner or tea, or even spending an evening in your or his house but this? This wasn't the thing he was imaging.
"I'm... Ugh, trying" he hisses again, feeling the cold material being slowly wrapped around his hurting arm. You bit your lip, focused on not hurting him more. At the same time, you felt like the awkward silence wasn't helping much in this situation.
You sigh loudly, looking at his bare back. Diluc in the meantime started to get a little bit nervous. Maybe he really should leave? Now, you know about his second identity, you're thinking Archons know what about him now.
"You know" he started, slowly pressing on his feet.
"I shouldn't waste your time, I'll just go-"
"Please stay" you grab his forearm, gently but strong enough to catch his attention.
"What?" he asked slowly, staring into your eyes.
Even if his who back hurted, even if his mind rushed with thousand of thoughts, he couldn't, just couldn't took his eyes from you.
"You're hurt... Please... I want to help you. Just like you helped me." From his forearm, your hand slipped slowly into his bigger one.
You stroke his hand with your thumb and this one small action already made him melt in place.
He slowly sat next to you, trying to get a grip on his words.
And then he slowly said.
"You've already helped me more than you think"
Thank you so much for Reading!!!
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Hey there! How's everything going? I was just wondering if you could write a 1990 undertaker x fem!reader where he does his best to comfort her after walking in on her crying (that'd be a fun yet cute thing to read, plus, I've been going through some rough shit lately so taker was literally the first thing that came to my mind to help me cope)
Hi there, lovely anon and thank you for the ask! This idea was just so sweet - never written Baby!Taker before and I hope this makes you feel better, and that your situation improves in general.
Comfort
You dash down the wide hallway, tears blurring your vision; you’re so sick of your stupid boss! You’ve only been here a week and so you’re still learning your way around the arena and he thought it was funny to mock you in front of everyone about getting lost twice in one day. Honestly, all the hallways and doors look the same - just grey and blue everywhere! You turn a corner and go through the first door that you come to, relieved to find that it’s dark and quiet. You don’t bother switching the light on - it’s illuminated enough from an emergency exit sign over on the far side - just drop into a plastic chair and bury your face in your hands. You take a few deep, shuddering breaths as you try to bring your emotions under control but it’s useless and the sobs come in great waves, though you do your best to stifle them.
You’re not sure how long you sit there but the sound of the door opening brings you back to the present and you look around, gasping in shock at the sight that greets you. An impossibly tall figure fills the doorway, standing there in a hat and long black coat and your brain catches up and matches the figure to a poster you saw earlier when you were front of house. It’s one of the performers for the show tonight; a creepy-looking guy called The Undertaker. You notice that what looks like mist swirls around his feet and you swallow thickly before sniffing.
“The… The locker rooms are further along.” You say and then frown. “I think. I mean - maybe… oh, I don’t know.” Another wave of unhappiness descends, your bottom lip wobbles and the tears come again as you hide your face in embarrassment.
Rather than leaving the giant steps into the room, closes the door behind him and just stands there, watching. You look up, wiping your sleeve across your eyes.
“You’re sad.” The man’s voice is a monotone growl and you shift slightly in your seat as he moves closer. For an entertainer he’s not very gregarious - maybe he’s just trying to get into character for later.
“I-I’m OK. Just having a bad day.” You eye him nervously, watching the tails of his coat float in a non-existent breeze. You sniff again and then go very still as a huge gloved hand lands on your shoulder, lifts up and then comes down again. He’s … he’s patting your shoulder, but it’s entirely mechanical and a bit too heavy - as though he knows what to do, but not why he should do it. You roll your shoulder as you become aware that even through the gloves, his hand feels chilly and then you stand up before he leaves you bruised. Curious, you try to peer up under the brim of his hat in order to see his face more clearly. Two sharp eyes stare down at you and he grimaces slightly, seemingly uncomfortable with being looked at so keenly.
“It’s alright.” He says in that same flat tone and this time when his hand comes up you flinch slightly because it’s near your face and… oh. In the same automatic way as before, he starts to pat you on the head, the force squishing you down a bit each time. You allow it for a few moments and then reach up and catch his gloved hand in both of yours in an effort to save yourself from a concussion.
You hold on to his hand as you look up at him and you can’t help but smile at the endearing combination of cluelessness and well-meaning. He doesn’t smile back, but just tilts his head slightly as he stares down and you can see now that his eyes are green. He lifts the hand that you’re still holding on to and gestures to your face with it.
“You’re better.”
You let his hand go and nod, the smile still on your face. “I think I am, yes. Thank you.”
In a moment of inspiration you step closer and put your arms around his waist and give him a hug, pressing your face to his chest and leaving a stray tear on his wide necktie. You giggle slightly when as expected, his arms close around you in that mechanical fashion though he doesn’t squeeze. You stand like that for a good minute and you realise that if you don’t move, he’ll probably just remain. The thought is tempting but you still have work to do this evening and so you disengage from him.
“Thank you,” You say again. “That was really kind of you.”
“Welcome.” He replies, again demonstrating that he knows what societal niceties demand. He gives you a slow tip of his broad-rimmed hat and then in a swirl of coat tails and mist, he’s gone.
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