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bones4thecats · 5 months

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the Jessica Rabbit was *chef's kiss*👌 can i also request a cold femme fatale reader with poseidon and loki and maybe odin and indra?(i don't know if I have a crush on them or i want to break their neck or both)

A/N: Hello there Anon! I just learned what a femme fatale was, so I hope this was the right thing you wanted here! Also, I agree with you, I just wanna strangle Indra and Odin sometime, but you can’t lie, simping material. Anyways, enjoy~~

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🔱 This tyrant did not appreciate your way of life when he first met you

🔱 You were the Greek Goddess of Seduction and Trickery, and he was one of the many men you had tried to seduce into a deadly trap

🔱 He, unlike many mortals, did not fall for it, instead he insulted you

🔱 That made your graceful facade fall, and it was replaced with a blank expression

🔱 The way you tricked many with such ease made him interested in you

🔱 That was what had caused you both to hang out, eventually date and marry, surprising many different pantheon leaders and their members

🔱 At the Gods’ Council, he had heard you voice your opinion, saying humans were very easy to trick, and maybe you could be of usage in ridding Earth of the bad ones

🔱 Poseidon looked at you and tapped his trident on your head, voicing to you how he was against that

🔱 In which, sparked the revolt of you both against Humanity

🔱 And you both swore, you’d defeat Humanity, no matter the cost, and you would

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🐍 When this guy first met you, he was quite frankly, too into your occupation among the Gods

🐍 Holding the placement in their pantheon as the Norse Goddess of Seduction, and sharing the title of Trickery with Loki

🐍 The Trickery title was what got him interested

🐍 At the start of your ‘relationship’, Loki was someone you didn’t trust, and he could say the same about you

🐍 You were known for seducing men into deadly traps for your own amusement, and Loki was known for being a psychotic tricker

🐍 Match. Made. In. Valhalla.

🐍 When your marriage was finalized, many were scared of you guys, a psycho and a seductress, what a mix!

🐍 Loki and you were set to fight in Ragnarok together against a duo of fighters, and everyone knew, this match, was gonna be good

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🪶 Our local Norse old man

🪶 This Norse God had met you through Zeus, long ago

🪶 This old man aged decently, on the other hand, you aged like a goddess, which you were, but still!

🪶 As the Norse God of Wisdom and Knowledge and the Norse Goddess of Seduction and Trickery

🪶 When he had first met you, he could tell you were a fairly troubled soul, you had tricked humans who had caused pain to people, and you would lure them away before killing them brutally with the help of your minions

🪶 When you looked at someone without your signature grin, it scared people, especially when your husband joined in the glaring session

🪶 Odin didn’t appreciate your trickery, as you and his nephew Loki, were very dangerous when put together

🪶 He would watch him and you screw around like a duo of troublemakers, which you were

🪶 Odin loves you, but oh sweet Asgard, calm down with the pranks! AND DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMPETING IN RAGNAROK, HE WILL FIGHT YOU.

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🌊 When Indra first met you, he was fascinated

🌊 You had fooled many different Humans and Gods to get stuck in a very scaring trap, and it got the Hindu Pantheon member invested in you

🌊 He had tried speaking to you, but he would almost always put it off to the side, thinking it was pointless

🌊 When you guys started your relationship, it didn't really shock anyone. Since you're both fairly cold appearing, and just all around calm

🌊 Indra was known for his calm and confident nature, but when you’re around, it just fades just the slightest bit

🌊 If you were to ever flirt with a human, he would try hiding his jealousy, but he knew it was your role as the Hindu Goddess of Seduction and Trickery

🌊 You and him looked at each other when the eldest Valkyrie declared Ragnarok, you and him just sighed, knowing you’d have to make sure Shiva, or the others, didn’t go overboard again

🌊 Indra and you would just stay standing side-by-side, making sure nothing happened to the other

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 1 year

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Hello again✨ how about some hc's about Thorin, Fili and Dwalin reactions with human reader that they like👀 she offered to climb a tree to check that they weren't followed when suddenly a branch breaks and falls into the arms of them princess style. Would also be nice if he tried to fix her hair and/or beard by the twigs without knowing the detail of how important her hair is 👌

First off, Thank you for your ask! Its so cute and I hope my writing does it justice! For anyone else who wants to submit an ask, check out my post here.

Before we get started, I made the reader from a made up town/culture so don't look to hard into it. Simply enjoy!

Warnings: None

Trees and confessions...

The howls were getting closer. Night after night the gluttonous cries of the beasts grew louder and more terrifying for the small group you traveled with, and while the eagles had giving you quite the head start, Azog was quickly catching up. The last two nights you had slept without the light of the fire in fear that your enemies would find you.

As it was, the group was hidden amount a large cluster of trees, hardly a forest but enough to keep you all out of the open and hidden away from unwanted eyes. The only problem? You couldn’t see your enemies either.

“We could always send Bilbo up a tree?” Kili suggested, his hand scratching at the stubble on his chin, “he is the lightest and it would keep our cover,”

While smart, Thorin practically growled at the suggestion. The King’s eyes glanced at the limping hobbit, his battle scars from the attack still apparent on his tiny form.

“Absolutely not!” The King spoke again, “I will not risk Bilbo doing any more damage to his ankle before it is properly healed. We are already traveling slower then we need to be,”

“I could scale it?” you offered, “I’m no hobbit but I’m lighter than any of you. Unless we want to see Gandalf try?”

The wizards sent you look that made the entire group snicker. You simply battered your eyelashes and smile innocently at your old friend.

“Off you go then, before I change you into a squirrel to help get you there,” he huffed, sparking another round of giggles and a quiet question of ‘can he really do that?’ from Kili.

Silently wondering the same question as the young dwarf, you dropped your coat to the side and pulled yourself on the first branch.

“Remember lass, quietly, less you give us up,” Thorin warned.

You hummed in agreement, reaching for the next branch, and then the branch after that. You were human, not much taller than Kili, but you were quick and agile. You had to be living with a wondering village off to the East of even the Lonely Mountain. Your descendants had once been settled between Erebor and the Iron Hills, forced to start traveling after the dragon descended and took away the towns most stable trading source. Now your people were scattered around Middle Earth in search of stability. A stability that you would provide to them when you helped the Dwarf’s take back their homeland.

You made it to the top of the tree without problem, seeing no sign of your hunters or their beasts they rode on. With your heart light and a smile on your lips you began to make your way back down, freezing at the sound of a cracking branch beneath you. You vaguely heard Thorin call up to you before you fell.

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Thorin

The Dwarven King was on edge. So much had happened in the last week he could not wrap his head around it. Azog resurfacing. Their descent toward the elves. His growing feeling for a certain human. It was all too much, and he constantly felt himself gripping the hilt of his weapon in an ill attempt to keep himself on guard despite his wondering mind.

When the sound of snapping caught his ears he spun on his heel, his sword drawn and his eyes scanning the surrounding trees. When he caught the sound of your gasp and the small squeak that left your lips however, he called after you in question. The second snap sounded before you had a chance to reply and before he could blink, he raced forward to catch you in his arms, his sword left lying forgotten in the leaf litter.

You body came falling through the trees hard and fast, making his knees shake as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest before you could hit the ground. He stumbled for a moment, kneeling to the ground to sit you in his lap as his wide blue eyes scanned yours for answers to his unspoken questions. You held a few scrapes and cuts from the branches on your way down, but other than that you looked ok, nothing broken or bent, and he let out a breath of relief.

You had your eyes clenched shut and your hands wrapped around your mouth to hold back your scream, and he smiled at you attempt to heed his warning of quiet. It was something he loved about you, your devotion to others, though sometimes it scared him how far you were willing to risk yourself for those you care about. It was a trait that he also shared, and the reason he had softened his views towards you during the quest.

You were shaking in his arms and he couldn’t help but pull you in further, pressing his head to yours and whispering reassurance that you were ok. He was not a patient dwarf, but with you he always tried. It took a moment before your hands became steady, and he wrapped his thick fingers around yours with care.

“Thorin?” you questioned, your voice a hoarse whisper.

“Aye lass, you’re ok. Your safe,” he cooed, his fingers leaving yours and running through your hair to rid it of the leaves that had settled there.

“I’m sorry! I tried to be quiet and I-”

“Hush now, I know. You were quiet. You did good. Are you ok?”

You gave a nod, “I’m ok. I got to the top and couldn’t- Thorin, what are you doing?” you cut yourself off, freezing in his grip.

He ran his fingers through your hair a few more times before paused, looking down at your burning cheeks in question, “there are leaves in your hair,” he said like it the most obvious thing in the world.

“Le-leaves?”

“Leaves, branches. You came down rather hard. I would not be surprised if I pull out of bird or two,” he chuckled sending you one of his rare grins.

“My ha-hair. You’re touching my hair,”

The dwarf frowned slightly, realising that you were not still shaking with adrenalin, but because you were uncomfortable. He drew his hands back like you had burnt him.

“I- I, forgive me. I did not mean- I had no intentions to- I should have asked,”

“It’s fine,”

“Are you sure?” he glanced over you again. He was terrified he had upset you, but you made no attempt to move from his lap despite not being able to look at him, and that left him confused, “It obviously means something. To darrow, hair is important. It shows one another comfort or friendship to brush or braid. I thought it was this case with your kin as well. I did not mean to offend you or upset you in any way,”

“Oh no, its not that!” you quickly reassured him, the red still tainting your cheeks, “and hair is important to my culture as well, its just seen as… well more so a romantic gesture then a friendly one,”

It took a moment for Thorin to make the connection in his head, but when he did, he blushed furiously. His mouth fell open and he gasped rather like a fish out of water. There were a hundred things he wanted to say, to confess, yet he sat their unable to voice a single one. Your eyes, once curious were now full of hurt and�� was that disappointment?

You cleared your throat and wiped your hands on your pants, “I’m going to get off your lap now,”

“Wait,” he blurted not wanting to waist such an opportune moment, his hand shooting out to stop you from leaving, “I would not be inclined to ah, repeat the action? If you would be accepting of course! That is to say I would like to court you, if you felt for me what I do for you…”

He cringed at his words, his mind so rushed in thoughts that he could not thing of anything more poetic. He felt his stomach churn and he wanted to hide his face in his hands until your voice spoke softly.

“You wish to court me?”

Your eyes were back on him and once again full of hope, so beautiful and deep he felt lost in them. Lost in daydreams and fantasies. Lost for words. Again, he sat there, his cheeks burning under his beard and his lips parting while nothing came out.

“Thorin?” you asked hesitantly, the pain starting to seek back into your features.

“Mahal, curse my useless tongue,” he muttered to himself. Giving up on words, he slid a hand around your waist pulling you against him and pressing his lips against yours in frustration and hope. He grinned against your lips as you kissed him back, wrapping your legs around his body to press closer to his chest. You both drew back breathless and smiling.

“I know we still have much to face. Mirkwood, the dragon-” Thorin went on again, his nerves back.

“Yes, Thorin,” you cut him off, kissing him again, “I want to be yours,”

“Then I am the luckiest dwarf in the world,”

You grinned and pressed your forehead against his, content to stay there in his arms as long as you could.

“Well that was the most awkward proposal I have ever witnessed,”

“Mahal it’s about time,”

“Get some uncle!”

Thorin heard the others around them and was tempted to shoo them all away, but he simply kissed you again, all his worries temporarily gone.

Dwalin

It was instinct, a force of nature, a reflex that he caught you as you came tumbling out of the branches with a cry. The burly warrior had kept his eyes on you the entire way up and back, his heart in his throat as your climbed so far away from him. From his protection.

He knew better than to think you were useless, you had been traveling around Middle Earth alone for years now, but he couldn’t help but to want to keep your safe, hovering where he wasn’t necessarily needed, but willing to help you with even the easiest of your jobs. The others would often tease him over the way his demeaner softened when you got near, or the way he would follow you around like a puppy on a leash, but strangely the comments didn’t bother him. He knew he had it bad for you, and he was happy to be by your side however he could.

Was he brave enough to admit the feelings he had towards you? Not a chance. But would be there for you regardless? Absolutely. That’s why he caught you with ease, wrapping his thick arms around you and pulling you against his chest with worried eyes.

“Lass, what happened? Are you alright?” he questioned in panic.

You blinked slowly, glancing up at the tree you were in then to the ground, then to Dwalin himself who was still holding you close. One moment you were calm, the next you were wrapping yourself around his shoulders, your body shaking and your fingers clawing at his jacket to hold on and burry your face into the crook of his neck, your panic catching up to you.

Dwalin let you cling onto him wherever you needed to feel calm again and he rubbed soothing circles into your back with his thick fingers. He stayed quiet, no sure what to say to help, be he never let go. After a moment of silence you stopped shaking, Dwalin’s presence calming you in a way no other could.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his neck, the edge of his beard tickling your cheek as you looked up at him with watery eyes and the scarred old darrow couldn’t help but to melt at the sight.

Holding you up with one arm, he wiped away your tears with a gentle touch, “Hush now dove, none o’ that. Ya’ safe and sound,”

“Safe,” you mumbled back, digging your face deeper.

“What did you see?” Thorin interrupted impatiently, his fingers tapping against the handle of his sword.

Dwalin scoffed, “Give her a second there would ya?”

“We don’t have time,” he glared back, raising a brow to question his best warrior.

“There’s no one out there,” you muttered before they could start bickering, “and if they are, they’re not finding us tonight,”

Thorin gave a nod, giving orders to the dwarfs around you to set up camp for the night. You let out a sigh and wriggled out of your saviour’s grip, Dwalin putting you down carefully.

“Ya alright lass?”

“Yeah, thank you Dwalin. Don’t know what I’d do without you,” you mumbled that last part more to yourself but the dwarf chuckled and flushed red.

“Don’t have ta be without me. I’ll always be here ta keep ya safe,”

And almost to prove it, he reached up and softly pulled a branch from your hair. You gasped as his fingers brush your hair, and your heart pounded in your chest at the implication. Without a second though, your fingers laced around the collar of his tunic, pulling him in and kissing him.

Caught off guard, Dwalin’s eyes widened before fluttering closed, his body sinking into the sudden kiss. Disappointment weld in his chest when you pulled back to breath but you didn’t let go.

“You just kissed me,” he grinned, pink tinting his cheeks as he squinted at you in question.

You blinked, “Uh, yes. That is what you asked of me, was it not?”

“Asked of you… what?” He tilted his head in confusion, “I didn’t ask- that’s not to say I- It’s just-”

“You don’t wish to court me?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean- Mahal’s balls,”

You took a step away from him, embarrassment written across your face.

“Wait! Wait! I mean I do wish ta court ya, I have for a while now and I would do anything to get you to kiss me like that again. I just don’t understand how I asked ya,”

“Oh,” you frowned taking his words in, “ah, well… in my culture, to touch another’s hair is a rather intimate action. It’s something only lovers would do. When you touched my hair, I guess I jumped at the chance that you might adore me the way I do you,”

Dwalin smiled, a gentle and pure look, “Oh dove I do adore ya, more than ya could imagine,”

“Then kiss me again,”

“Aye, anything for my one,”

And kiss you he did.

Fili

When the first crack sounded, Fili thought it was his brother messing about. He grinned and spun around to smack him playfully when he realised that his brother had wondered off to help set up. When the second crack sounded and you gasped from somewhere above him, his heart froze in his chest as he realised what was happening.

He didn’t have time to call for help, to ask if you were ok, before he spotted your figure falling through the branches of the tree you had climbed. With every piece of strength Mahal had granted him in his creation, he shot through the small campground and held out his hands to catch you, tumbling when his foot hit a root of the great tree.

You squeaked as you came down, falling into the blond dwarf’s arms and bringing you both to the ground with enough force to wind you both.

In a tangle of limbs and soft groans of pain Fili blinked away the discomfort, shooting up straight to check on you. He had been fast enough to twist your bodies so you landed on top of him and now you laid with your head on his chest, you face scrunched in protest of the soreness in your limbs.

“Lass are you ok?” he groaned out in worry, watching your eyes glance around before meeting his.

“Aye, I’m ok. You?”

“I’m fine,” he reassured now his heart had finished pounding in his chest at his panic.

“Next time I’m sending your brother up the tree,” you moaned, resting your head on his chest once more, finding yourself in a rather comfortable position with the dwarf. Fili chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and making you smile.

For a long moment, the two of you simply laid there like that, covered in leaves and tangled up against one another, relishing in one another’s presence. It was comfortable, despite the hard ground, and you hummed in delight as he raked his fingers delicately through your hair. He worked attentively to get each and every leaf out of your locks and you blushed in guilt of not wanting him to stop.

“Fili, what are you doing?”

He hummed nonchalantly, “Getting rid of the leaves. You can do mine once I’m finished,”

“Fili you- it’s just- well I can’t just-” you spluttered, your face burning red.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to I just thought… I though we were getting close enough too… never mind,”

“You braided Ori’s hair only yesterday,”

“Aye? They are my friend, what of it?”

“Your friend? Is that what that means to you then? What I mean to you?”

Fili paused his fingers and looked down at your face in confusion and hurt, his stomach tensing and his eyes beginning to burn, “Do you not see me as your friend?”

“Of course I see you as my friend!” you reassured, snapping your head up to look at his defeated face, “I would trust and cherish not one else more than you by my side… it’s just-”

“Just?”

“Well, where I’m from, touching and braiding one’s hair is seen as more than just friendliness. It’s ah… more so a romantic or intimate gesture,”

Fili felt his entire body burn under your gaze. He had not meant to disrespect your culture and your explanation made him want to run his fingers through your hair even more, not to mention the way you were gazing at him, almost like you too wanted him to continue. It was true he adored you, was drawn to you in a way he had not felt with any of his other suiters, but he was nervous. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if this wasn’t a nudge to continue but a warning to back off? He didn’t always understand humans and it was worse with you not knowing much about your culture as it was just a big of a secret as his own culture.

Fili also had a nasty habit of over thinking everything he did.

“Fo-forgive me, I meant no disrespect,” he swallowed nervously, “To darrow, the gesture of brushing or braid hair is intimate yes, but for any we hold dear to us,”

You watched him carefully, “So I am dear to you?”

“More then you know. In fact, if you feel the same way, the offer to brush my hair remains? In- in the way your culture means it to be? If you wish to remain as we are that is fine too its just- I thought maybe- I really like you, in that way too. And now I’m rambling, and I can’t stop it, words are just coming out and I-”

You cut him off with a kiss, stilling his words but not his tongue. He pulled you closer, one hand around your waist and the other returning to your hair. You both pulled away dazed and giggling.

“I would love to braid your hair Fili,”

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 9 months

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Hello i hope you’re doing great ! I’ve been looking for this fic fir the longest time and I was wondering if you had heard of it. Stiles was the son of a fairy princess, who died when he was young, and he was always told by his dad to stay out of the forest, but one day he goes in and gets kidnapped by the fairie queen bc she wants to marry him to derek so she can keep her other daughter with her. Derek and his pack thinks they’re gonna get the fae princess and they’re pissed off when they get stiles, and there’s a scene where he’s locked in a cave and he starts slowly dying bc as a half fae he neeeds honey and sunlight

Thanks for all your work in general, keep being awesome 👌

Hi anon! @midnightwinterhawk says it's this one.

Somewhere to Start by Lissadiane

(1/1 I 33,522 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life.

An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles #fairy!stiles #anon #lost fic

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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I hope I'm not too late for some more Avian Venti brainrot!

If you'll humor me, here's a brief discussion of bird anatomy: when bird feathers are still developing, they're called pin feathers! They're covered with a protective keratin sheath, which needs to be removed when the feather is fully developed. Birds usually remove the sheath when they "preen", but they need help (either from humans, or from other birds) to remove the sheaths from hard-to-reach places.

Now that we've established some base knowledge, consider: Venti needing help after molting and growing new feathers. He can reach some of them, thanks to having, y'know, hands, but the feathers near the very base of his wings are a problem. It's also a little more difficult to remove them, since birds' beaks are shaped better for the task than our hands.

So if you help him with the process of removing those pin feathers, once they've grown in and are starting to feel uncomfortable-- he'd be over the MOON with gratitude. It's super relaxing, too-- you can have him in your lap, with his back toward you, gently caressing his wings and slowly easing out the itchy little sheaths of keratin. As if he didn't already enjoy having you touch his wings, Venti would be totally blissed out as you take care of him, the tension relieving him with each new feather you help him unfurl.

Never too late, you could come to me 50 years down the line, long after this blog's inevitable end, and I'll rise from the depths like some unholy lovecraftian creature true story

So, really thinking about it, the entire backside of his wings would count as a hard to reach place since they're so big and hands only reach so far, kinda cute to imagine him trying to do it himself though, just reaching as far as humanly possible with a concentrated expression only to lose his balance and have to pull himself back up with a huff

I did look into it a bit more and it seems to be either a yearly or bi-yearly experience depending on the bird, so I imagine he just intensely looks forward to the collection of days you'll indulge him, I wouldn't even put it past him to mark it on a personal calendar (that he mainly dedicates to events relating to you) just to be able to cross off the days till

Just imagining him completely blissed out, only half conscious enough to protest if you even think about moving your hands away, 👌

It'd probably take multiple hours, knowing how big his wings are, so by the end of it he'd be completely and wholly out of it

And I'm 100% sure that you'd be the only one he'd let do it, maybe in the past when he only had some closer friends to help out he'd be more open with who he asked to partake, it's not entirely an 'intimate' act by nature, and attempting to do it all himself would just lead to frustration and possible injury, so he couldn't really afford to be picky

But now that you're here, his incredibly benevolent savior, you're the only living being he'd ever want for any act involving his wings, especially if you've taken any interest in them at all

And of course he's so incredibly grateful, unbelievably greatful that you indulge him so, but all it really does is make him that much more possessive of you

He can't help it that he needs you, both mentally and physically, you provide so much for everyone whose lives you touch so it's difficult to get you all to himself, but he needs you so much more than anyone else, he couldn't imagine living day to day without you and this is just another reminder of that

But now, imagine that exact same scenario with the addictive touch au, I think it might actually kill him, but that's probably the way he'd want to die anyway so—

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #sagau #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #brainrot #winged characters man #i have a weakness for them and more specifically him

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sneakyboythingz · 7 months

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My TADC ships tierlist

( this may or not may change when the pilot airs)

1°- Pomni x Jax

9/10, i don't even think they will acctually have much canon material to ship them lolll i just like the concept of a asshole troublemaker rabbit and an anxious clown whos just want to get out of there so good to ship for some reason. I still hope they have some amazing interactions tho... and maybe their platonic relantioship will be quite nice to watch?

(i am always the guy whose favorite ships are the most non-sense ones, its on my dna at this point)

2°- Pomni x Caine

9/10, This ship is genuinely so interesting because the concept of an AI falling for a human is always so good, i feel like even without any canonical romantic stuff, their platonic relantioship will be the most fun heartwarming to watch :')

3°- Jax x Ragatha

8/10, their ship fanarts are genuinely so cute and they feel like such a wholesome couple somehow??? Ragatha being the calm one who doesn't really care about what Jax says or do to her and Jax trying to provoque her but always having to try to keep himself togheter because he gets easily flushered by her is just 👌👌👌 classic older matured lady and her annoying younger boy

4°- Zooble x Jax

8/10, Both are the youngests, Zooble being the only one who can beat the shit out of Jax. Zooble's easily irritable personality and Jax's annoying rabbit ass... Do i even need to say more?????

5°- Pomni x Ragatha

7.5/10, the clown lady who just got there and the the Doll woman who has been there for longer so she can help the clown girl deal with the horrors togheter because the Doll woman alredy has seen all of It first? Sounds pretty romantic to me. Also i love How the lesbians have alredy claimed them

6°- Kinger x Gangle

7/10, Dont really have much to say about them, but looks like they are going to be a inseparable duo. Awkward old man and emotional mess girl? Thats really cute

7°- Kinger x Jax

Young boy and old Man yaoi, hot

#the amazing digital circus #tadc

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rachi-roo · 6 months

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loved your BSD fic involving Atsushi with a migraine! 🤍 I’d love to see how you’d write some Akutagawa whump 👀 just wanna see that stubborn frail man SUFFER—

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Breathe Easy.

⚠️WOOP! WOOP! WOOP! WHUMP ALERT! WHUMP ALEEERT!⚠️ Thank you SO much for saying so! I had fun writing that one, and this one, too! Whump just 😭👌 You know? I hope this one turns out to be your liking, buddy. As someone who has experienced some ATROCIOUS asthma attacks, I'm writing this purely from my worst experience. For the juicy whumps. XD

Summary: After a mission, Akutagawa suffers and asthma attack, and Chuuya races against time to find and save him!

Tw: Asthma symptoms, vomiting, CPR

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Chuuya's voice crackled through Akutagawas earpiece as he exited through the back door of a port yard wear house. "Meet up at the extraction point. We'll head to the meeting from there."

The cold sea air caught in Akutagawas throat as he stepped out the door, a cough getting stuck in his chest as he responded to Chuuya. "Y-Yes, mhm. I'll be there ihin- cough-!" He had just finished wiping out a gang of weapon smugglers, and for some reason, it left him more out of breath than usual.

He covered his mouth, breathing steadily through his nose.

Calm down. Calm down.

"Akutagawa?" Hearing his partner coughing wasn't unusual for Chuuya, but he had learned to tell when it was serious. "You good?"

The other cleared his throat, feeling his chest tighten slightly.

Don't panic. Breathe.

He tried to speak again, but all that came out was an aggressive string of dry coughing. He clutched his chest, desperately trying to will himself to breathe, but nothing worked. His chest grew tighter. His breath shortened by the second.

An asthma attack.

They always come on so quickly. One. Two. Three. Four. Seconds passed, he never had time to think. Panic set in as he felt his lungs ache, being robbed of oxygen as he coughed again, dry wrenching as he doubled over in pain.

I can't breathe.

He wheezed, leaning one arm on a wall for support, his hands starting to feel tingly with numbness. A cold sweat pooling on his forehead.

"Ch- gasp Chuya-!" He called desperately through his raspy voice. What else could he do? Chuuya was his lifeline right now.

"I'm on my way. Stay put. Have you got your inhaler?"

Of course he didn't. Carrying one of those around made him look more feeble than he already was. A foolish move, which he regretted every time.

He stumbled to his knees, heaving and gagging on another round of harsh coughing. A line of saliva falls from his mouth as he begged internally for a breath.

His stomach churned with the strain his body was under, throwing up aggressively on the concrete. The acidic sting in his throat worsened as he tried breathing in directly after. The smell stinging his eyes. He fumbled frantically with his Jabot, ripping it from his neck as if removing it would make some kind of difference.

Hurry. Please.

The human body can last thirty to one hundred and eighty seconds without oxygen before collapsing. Time was short. Akutagawa couldn't help the tears that started to stream down his cheeks, his eyes red and sore with the effort and strain of the coughing. Unable to get a deep enough breath, his vision started to fade as black shapes danced before him.

The pain was unbearable. He looked around for someone to help him. Anyone. Another wave of nausea hit, Akutagawas heaved, throwing up for a second time, almost choking on the acidic bodily contents.

I can't see.

"H-Help-!" He wheezed through his tears, barely louder than a whisper, almost completely blind by this point even with his eyes open.

His mind started to faulter. Hearing things that weren't there. A strange, booming sound echoed through his skull, his own heartbeat. Unbearably loud, blocking out the sound of Chuuyas words as he desperately tried to find him among the various giant buildings and machinery at the dock.

Hands numb. Chest throbbing. Throat burning. His body gave out, collapsing onto the ground, barely missing the pile of puke beside him as he rolled onto his back, wheezing and gasping for air. The ends of his coat, Rashōmon, thrashed and flailed as it also felt his panic and fear.

"Akutagawa! Answer me! Damn it, where are you?"

The only sound he could make was a strangled gagging as he lay flat, barely able to lift a finger as the numbness had spread. In only eighty seconds, the mighty and feared Akutagawa Ryūnosuke had been defeated by a cruel mistake placed upon him by his own genetics.

His body twitched, his lips starting turn a shade of blue only comparable to that of a corpse. The ground fell from beneath him, dropping him into an endless, cold abyss.

Silence...

"Akutagawa!" Finally, Chuuya found him, rushing to his side and immediately beginning chest compressions.

"Akutagawa! Come on, come on buddy-!" Mouth to mouth. Becoming Akutagawas lungs for him. "Wake up-!" Chuuya growled through gritted teeth, pressing on his chest again.

One, two, three, four, fi-

A sharp gasp suddenly ripped from the black clad boys throat as he jolted back to life. Wheezing and grabbing at whatever was in reach in a flustered panic.

"There we go, c'mon, sit up. Easy, eeeeasy." Chuuya cooed, helping the boy to sit up straight as he wiped the streaks of Akutagawas vomit from his own mouth. "Deeeep breaths. In... And out..."

In a daze, Akutagawa coughed again, cringing in pain as he swallowed as much air as possible. He leaned against Chuuyas chest, feeling exhausted, like he'd been asleep for hours.

"Where... Am I?..."

"Hey, look at me." Chuuya gently held his chin, looking at his face, wiping the sweat and tears from his cheeks. "Can you hear me?... Aku?" He used his nickname, hoping the familiarity would help ground him better. The other blinked vaccantly in response, struggling to keep his head upright as it lulled to the side.

"...Dazai?"

"Not quite." Chuuya sighed, looking at Akutagawas blue fingertips, realising just how close they came to a true tragedy. He frowned, feeling Akutagawas forehead, making him blink as the movement startled him.

"Look what you've done, dumb ass. You're burning up now."

"M'fine..." Akutagawa wheezed, leaning into Chuuyas chest, too fatigued to support his own bodyweight. "I'm... Jus' tired... Where's home?" He slurred, closing his eyes as they burned, stinging from the tears.

Chuuya huffed, shifting Akutagawa so he could carry him piggyback. "You'd better not throw up on me... And from now on, whether you like it or not, you're carrying an inhaler."

"Mhm..." Akutagawa had no memory of what happened once he stepped out of the wear house and stayed in bed for the next few days, sleeping off the fatigue and pains he endured. Safe to say, he was fairly embarrassed that such a situation was so easily avoided if he had just remembered his inhaler.

There was one good thing that came from this event, Dazai popped in for a visit. And he brought figs.

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suneeater · 11 months

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solomon + cold s/o

✎a/n: i feel like this solomon is a little ooc from the other posts ive done for him but i hope you like it anyways aaa

✰warnings: none, enjoy!

✉: Req open? POG!!If you don't mind i would like to req solomonxreader.. what will Solomon do when the reader feeling cold, i need more fluff pls! 😭👌Lesson 13 on nb ain't much for Solomon 😔

Solomon is constantly freezing, the man is literally a human ice box – it must be something about being away from home that has you both feeling so cold all the time but it’s like there is just a constant chill that has you both shivering. Don’t worry, you are definitely in this one together

The moment that you mention to Solomon that you’re cold he’s probably suggesting that you huddle together for warmth but honestly, it’s really only for his own benefit. If anything, cuddling with Solomon just leaves you even colder because his skin is icy cool to the touch at any given moment

You compromise and curl up together under some blankets. As if the weight of a heavy wool blanket isn’t enough, Solomon is wrapping himself completely around you as if trying to trap all of the heat against you so that you can’t ever possibly feel cold again. Depending on how long you stay like this, you might actually end up getting a little too hot

Hot drinks on TAP, you’re always going to have some kind of warm beverage to sip on and let warm you from the inside out, and it’s nice to hold between your hands too. Maybe just to warm your hands up with. Maybe pour a little out the window when Solomon isn’t looking and then tell him how good the tea he made for you is. Which is why it’s all gone. It was so yummy.

Imagine sitting by the fireplace with Solomon! Definitely is going to be one of his first suggestions if you mention that you’re feeling cold. Not only is it a quick way to warm you up, but it’s homey and romantic. It reminds him a lot of being back at home, and it helps him to feel even more at ease – especially because it’s a feeling that the two of you can share. Even though his feet are still FREEZING, this thought can at least warm his heart

If you’re cold a lot, then Solomon is thinking about ways to keep you warm even when you aren’t with him. Some common gifts include blankets, hoodies, fuzzy socks, etc. He can’t pass up any remotely warm looking item without thinking of you, so he of course had to get it

Always makes sure that you don’t leave your home without layering up. Honestly, he sounds a little bit like a mother making sure that you bring a jacket, telling you to make sure to wear a hat and keep your head warm, making sure you have proper socks on – his love language is definitely acts of service

Will offer (more like insist) for you to wear one of his sweaters or hoodies to warm up in, concocting some story about its mysterious origins and how its enchanted with the warmth of 100 suns and about how he almost died retrieving it (he got it at costco) (please just wear his clothes)

#solomon x reader #solomon obey me #solomon x mc #solomon hc #solomon x you #solomon x yn #solomon headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me hc #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #soloman obey me #soloman x reader #soloman hc #soloman x mc

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estro-gem · 3 months

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Zooble x Pomni (Platonic): Build the bridge to burn another.

Author's note:

Friends! Friends friends friendsfriendsfriendsfri-

Okay, now that that's out of my system, I present to you; probably the most unpopular pairing to exist in this fandom! In this AU, I've always seen them being very good friends that will insult each other to their hearts content. Neither backing down or holding back and definitely no false pretension.

I might be one of the few who supports this pairing. Zooble has no time for bulsh*t and Pomni is continuously losing her sh*t.

It's perfect, I tell you, PERFECT👌

And finally, Caine is mentioned in more than two sentences. I'm not going to go beyond what I'm about to say: It's a slow start. Interpret it any way you want. :)

That is all.

Warnings:

Not recommended for minors or readers that are sensitive about mental illness, psychotic episodes and existentialism. This story also contains ANGST:

Psychotic episodes

Dissociation

Depressive episodes

Suicidal thoughts

Triggers

Foul/suggestive language.

Fun fact: I almost sent myself down a very dark, familiar hole while writing about Pomni's mindset. I'm ok, though!

SUMMARY:

Pomni is having a hard time after an interesting and revealing conversation she had with Caine. To make matters worse, the jester is pushed to her limit by Zooble's shameless, apathetic mannerisms. She would never understand why they suddenly wouldn't leave her alone, after weeks of receiving the cold shoulder.

BUILD THE BRIDGE TO BURN ANOTHER

Pomni was frozen in place as she desperately tried to wrap her head around the situation that she found herself in.

It was a tough morning leading up to this point, having had little-to-no sleep the night before. It was odd; everyone kept telling her that she technically didn’t need sleep and sustenance, but she felt tired. She was exhausted to say the least. It came to a point where her new life was just floating by with each passing moment, as if she was a mere spectator.

At least, it made things easier to move along, only to start off with the next thing.

The night before, Caine, the ringmaster himself, pulled Pomni aside. She didn’t know if she’d ever get used to the fact that he looked like a pair of glass eyes that were accidentally misplaced in a set of dentures, but beyond that; he had thoughts and opinions, like a human had. It was hard to believe that he was one of the few individuals that she interacted with daily, that weren’t human, but advanced A.I.

While it was miracle, he was horrifying, like a monster from an episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog.

How did she recall a television show, but not her own name?

“Pomni! How is our newest member of The Amazing Digital Circus adjusting to her brand-new life in the Digital Plain?” He enthusiastically spoke, like the showman he was programmed to be.

“Uh…” poorly.

There was no question about it; she was adjusting poorly, but she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, “I’m alive… I guess?”

“Why wouldn’t you know… you are right!” Caine triumphantly bellowed, before leaning in too close for the jester’s comfort, “At this rate, you just might beat the record of characters who held out the longest without dying when they first arrived.”

“Wait a minute!” the fool interrupted him just before he could say anything else, “We can die here? Like, pushing up daisies? Final breath and all?”

“Of course, you can! Once your health bar runs empty, you die.” Caine said with an inappropriate amount of chipper.

Pomni felt something foreign rise withing her chest. It felt like hope, with an overwhelming, bitter aftertaste of mind-numbing dread. She found her mind darting to a very dark place – a place she never thought to find herself in. If death was an outcome in this world… and others have died before her…

Did she find an escape, after all?

“Don’t look so disturbed, my dear.” Caine’s light pat on her shoulder ripped her back into reality, as his touch, although artificial, left her flinching into herself. He seemingly paid her reaction no mind. “It will only be a for a few moments! After that, you will respawn and stumble your way back into the position you were before you died – or well, sometimes you’ll respawn a few feet away from that position, but my point still stands!”

The foreign feeling within Pomni instantly dissipated into a bland numbness. Of course, there was a respawn mechanic; how could she ever believe otherwise? In her excitement, she didn’t even consider the logistics of the other characters still being there. Caine’s statement about ‘’holding out for the longest’ suddenly made more sense, but she didn’t like that it did.

There truly was no escape from The Amazing Digital Circus.

Caine’s interrogative questions didn’t end there, but she couldn’t remember much anyway. She vaguely remembered that the ringmaster asked her if her room was to her liking and if she had made any friends so far. His questions were interluded with a monologue following each short answer she gave. She was sure to answer whatever it took to get away and hide in her room as soon as possible.

As it came to be, the jester soon realized that it was foolish for her to have thought that she would be able to keep up a normative façade for that long.

It was an effort to swim through the stale molasses that her mind had become in such a short time.

At one point, she didn’t bother responding, but for a moment, something had her believe that Caine’s tone eventually lost its enthusiasm and greatly decreased in volume. Maybe, at one point, he just stared at her with some unseen form of disdain, but she wouldn’t know – she was too far withing the depths of her mind’s molasses; drowning.

Drowning with the inability to die, forever preserved in the heavy sludge.

Unable to swim up for air. Unable to degrade into the depths.

And yet…

Caine somehow managed to pull her back for brief moments that were long enough for her to have a series of small, fleeting, but coherent thoughts. It was ironic that the showman managed to gain the most attention when growing silent and unenthused. If Pomni had known any better, she would believe that he was being empathetic; helplessly dragged down by the jester’s empty husk that simply chose to stare back at him.

But Pomni did know better.

The ringmaster was probably programmed with a series of reactions and animations in response to people not following the prompt that he gave. She didn’t care at the time, and she doesn’t care now. An A.I. couldn’t feel anything… and at that moment, Pomni hated the fact that she could empathize with Caine too.

She couldn’t feel anything.

SHE COULDN’T FEEL ANYTHING.

It took a moment for Pomni to realize, but Caine was suddenly gone. She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but she found herself alone in the uncomfortably large common area. It should have been unnerving just how quiet it suddenly was, but the numbness clung to damper the little fool’s emotions.

She looked down at her hands and flexed her fingers before her mind could command them to do so. It was as if she was separated yet housed within her own body as a spectator. Her legs started moving, but she didn’t know or care where they were taking her. She just knew that she was moved by her body’s own tuition.

The hallway leading to their rooms slowly came into view. It was small, but a comforting feeling gently caressed Pomni’s otherwise distant heart. She was finally able to collapse in her room!

She walked down the hall with no thoughts beyond whatever came into view.

The sounds of struggling and inhuman screaming didn’t phase her too much, until her slow mind comprehended that Jax was fighting and thrashing in retaliation for being intimately intwined with the ribbons of Gangle.

The jester had never seen the smug rabbit act as he did then. He was beyond himself – as mindless as a brick – and desperate. It was unmistakable that he was desperate as he relentlessly fought and reached for the door in front of him. His pupils were blown, and his jaw was slack, causing only the tips of his teeth to gleam in a menacing taunt. The rabbit’s body was practically bulging as the limbs fought against the mighty restraints, but only able to occasionally have his claw nick the door before him.

The door was littered with deep gashes that left small trenches within the sold wood. There were splinters and wood shavings laying at the foot of the door, while long, spindling spirals sprouted from the flat surface. Additional to the craving into the wood, the profile hanging on the front of the character’s room was also assaulted.

Three ugly gashes ran down Ragatha’s face.

It was only a matter of moments before the fighting evolved into the quiet sound of panting and incomprehensible, murmured whispers.

Finally… FINALLY, the confusion sparked Pomni’s mind back into action and she was met with Gangle’s displeased reaction upon spotting her. She dragged Jax down the hall to disappear into her room, followed by Ragatha leaving her room to inspect the damage to her door as if nothing was wrong. The conversation the girls had, was only effective in highlighting two things that Pomni already knew.

Ragatha was delusional beyond help.

Pomni had enough for one day.

While sleep didn’t claim her that night, the little jester’s quiet, dark room was welcoming.

…

Morning came too soon for her liking, and while her mind was clearer than the night before, Pomni’s motivation to get up and leave the confines of her room was unfounded. She did eventually leave to find herself idly waiting in the main area, but she couldn’t understand why.

There was no aim – there was no goal.

There was no end and there was no point in anything. She never thought that she would long for the privilege to say that she would simply live until the day she died. There was no end. She would live this life day after day, for eternity, with no purpose.

It was an endless desert with no end to its borders. Only the merciless sun in the empty sky, with sand dunes that stretched into the ether of the unseen horizon. Growing taller and taller, the dunes loomed over Pomni, who was sinking into the golden sand.

It was then, when a soft voice shook her to her core, effectively ripping her out of her own mind. Pomni was left frozen in the situation she found herself in.

“You really opt to live on the edge, huh?” Zooble spoke with a bemused tone as she stood behind Pomni, with her weight shifted onto one leg.

The jester didn’t mean to, but she swung around so fast, that she lost balance and stumbled forward. She knocked into Zooble before they could react, and they both ended up sprawled out on the floor. Profusely apologizing, Pomni got to work. literally picking up the pieces of Zooble, who’s only complaint was an eyeroll. The little fool’s mind was rushed into a blind panic. She didn’t know how to comprehend the situation; if the abomination fell apart on a regular basis or if it was painful? Traumatic?

“I’m so, so sorry!” Pomni said, cringing as she held the arm and leg out to Zooble, hating how they still wriggled and resembled someone’s touch despite being severed from the body.

“Ugh, would you quit it?” the Zolo-being scoffed, “You totally ruined the vibes-”

“I know! I- I don’t know what came over me, I just lost balance and-”

“Ok, first of all…” Zooble cut off Pomni’s rambling as they stood up having been reassembled once again, “…you don’t interrupt me. You got that, pipsqueak?”

Pomni nodded, “I’m sorry, I-”

“I’m still not finished.” the colourful character interrupted again, with an annoyed, yet even tone. At that time, Pomni reluctantly kept silent as Zooble continued, “Second of all, I can’t be mad at you being a klutz when I literally fall apart every day. Forget about it. Lastly, the vibes I was referring to, was the depro schtick you got going on before. I was digging it, and you went and ruined it.”

There was a silence that stretched for a moment, as Pomni left enough room for Zooble to add whatever they wished without risking being interrupted again.

“Earth to Pomni?” The Zolo-being waved a hand in front of Pomni’s face, “You good?”

“May I speak now?” Pomni spoke without thinking – her tone a little too hostile for her own liking.

The creature huffed a laugh, “Yo, I like this! Do more of this.”

“More of what?”

“You! More of you!” Zooble shook their head while seemingly getting lost in thought, “You actually have a personality beyond ‘I’m sorry!’ and ‘Woe is me!’”

Something about what Zooble said flipped a switch in Pomni. It was an ugly switch.

Pomni felt the fright and frazzle melt into bitter distaste for Zooble’s implications. Before she could count her words, it just slipped out without warning. She noticed her surprising and unannounced sarcasm a bit too late after the words left her, “Oh geez, thank you! That’s such a thoughtful thing for a rejected arts-and-crafts project to say!”

“Wait, WHAT?” Zooble cried out like a kid in a candy store, before laughing with genuine glee, “Depressed AND sassy? Girl, where have you been?”

Pomni pushed away the urge to apologize for what she said before. Instead, she was dumbstruck with just how… happy Zooble seemed with the situation, “…What is wrong with you?”

This place was demented! These people – if she could even call them that at this point – were all insane. The jester had enough. She didn’t want to be there anymore. Things just HAD to continue in the Digital Ciircus, didn’t it? The show must go on, mustn’t it? Well, Pomni didn’t want a part in it! She just wanted to be somewhere else. She wanted to be something else.

She’s had enough.

She decisively turn on her heels and walked away to spare whatever sanity she had left. It felt good to be MAD. She had reason to be ANGRY and it felt GOOD.

“Wait, Pomni wait!” Zooble stopped her laughter to catch up on Pomni’s strides, “Where are you even going?”

“Anywhere that’s far away from all of you!”

“And you think I’m gonna pass up a chance to ditch?” Zooble walked beside Pomni, who refused to look up at her, “Why are you so triggered anyway?”

Pomni rolled her eyes when she left the tent and sighed in exasperation at the sound of Zooble hot on her tail, “Oh, am I supposed to thank you for calling my personality one dimensional?”

Pomni had no idea where she was going, but she was going somewhere.

“The ‘woe is me’ thing? You know I mentioned two things, right? So that would probably make you…” Zooble sounded much too pleased with herself for Pomni’s tolerance to stand, “…2-dimensional?”

Pomni stopped the throw Zooble a filthy look before eyeing them up and down, “You are unbelievable.”

“And you’re more chill than I thought.”

“What about me WALKING AWAY and wanting to BE ALONE, makes you think that ANY of this is ‘chill?’”

“Well, for one; you are finally done hiding behind that meek little mask of yours.” Zooble said almost accusingly, causing Pomni to stop, but not turn around to look back as Zooble continued, “You grew a pair to finally show just how DONE you are with this place.”

Pomni turned around, “What does it matter? Whether I try to be nice… whether I’m angry or sad – it doesn’t change anything! We are trapped here, and you people just go about your day singing kumbaya?”

“Who knew you’d be this spicy.” Zooble said with a taunting smirk, watching Pomni pour her heart out like it was a comedy show.

“You are insufferable!” Pomni accused, walking up to the Zolo-being and poking them harshly in the chest to emphasize her point. When Zooble didn’t react, she growled and walked off as she did before. She still didn’t know where she was going, but she was too overwhelmed to stop.

Stubborn, as always.

Much to her demise, the character walked after her, unbothered and silent, as if they were simply enjoying a stroll in the green, rolling hills. The jester didn’t bother looking back again. There was no way to leave this realm, anyway; and she highly doubted that Caine would leave her roaming as she pleased for an indefinite amount of time. She was sure he would just summon her at will.

Until then, she would allow herself to breathe.

In any other scenario, Pomni would have allowed her thoughts to drift along the rolling hills she was walking among, but she was too distracted by her outburst. She was climbing a hill, not knowing what she would find on the other side, but she also didn’t want to stop either. Her own resilience was like a puzzle with jagged pieces for her to put together. She was driven to push through obstacle after obstacle, even though she knew – she knew – it was pointless. She was standing with the weight of the world pulling her down.

Why?

The little fool didn’t receive and answer, but she did make it to the top of the hill she was climbing. Standing under the smiling sun, Pomni looked over the vast landscape beyond her vantage point. Her eyes were spoiled with the sight of a great, but quiet lake. She couldn’t remember what real lakes looked like, or most things related to nature, but sight before her felt like a blessing to her overstimulated eyes.

The jester felt her knees buckle, so she sat down in the grass that looked too green to be realistic, while her sights trailed along the silver lining that danced along the water surface. The small waves rustled onto the generous, sandy banks - Pomni’s ears were filled with the sounds of them trickling along the edge and she found the sights and sounds drowning the desperate screeching of her racing mind.

It wasn’t a moment of quiet, but it was a moment of peace that she desperately needed.

“So… you found the lake!”

…and the peace was ruined.

“Yup.” Pomni said with a hopeless sigh, “I said I wanted to be alone. This is a big area – did you HAVE to decide to be in MY space?”

“Is it really YOUR space?” Zooble countered apathetically, “If anything, it’s Caine’s space.”

Pomni regretted ever dreading any form of silence.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand any of you.” Pomni shook her head in disbelief, “There is nothing for us here. Everything here is as endless as it is pointless.”

“Uh-huh.” Zooble stumbled beside Pomni, also fixating her eyes on the water surface.

“And yet you guys just keep… going… but you all aren’t even trying to make things tolerable for each other! You guys are a bunch of judgmental, two-faced jerks. On purpose!”

“Yeah.”

“Is that really all you have to say?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You seriously have no regard for your own self-respect?”

“No, everything you’ve said is true.”

Ponmi was struck by the statement Zooble threw to her head. Finally, there was silence, but the jester didn’t enjoy it this time. She turned to look at the abomination with shock. Zooble didn’t seem phased at all. They just kept sitting beside Pomni with a frustratingly difficult face (or lack thereof) to read.

“W- What?”

“You’re right.” Zooble simply says, “It’s torture. Not even abstraction is an out – you just get thrown into a black hole. There is no end to life here.”

The fool stayed silent as a morbid curiosity egged her on to listen. Zooble shifted meet Ponmi’s eyes as they spoke evenly.

“There is only an end to us.”

Time ticked away with the ripples of the water crashing onto the shore. The creature’s words blown into the fool, like a calm breeze. The words tumble and toss in Pomni’s mind, considering the seriousness and honesty Zooble used to deliver them. She finally understood what was meant with the statement.

While one person will live on, even after abstraction, the group will not. With someone already gone, the group that was situated had already been changed – it was no longer set. It no longer existed because someone irreplaceable was already gone.

It hurts to think like that.

“Okay.” Pomni said, glancing at the water once again, “But do you all have to act so demented? Hostile? Jax makes it his personal mission to make you guys into pin cushions. Gangle is either eerily quiet, obnoxiously giggling or crying her eyes out – no in-between. You don’t care about anyone except for Gangle, it seems? Kinger’s just… gone, until he’s not and Ragatha is so delusional about this place that she’s probably crazier than Kinger.”

“Fair enough to say that.” Zooble mused – her tone as dismissive as ever.

“Why?” Pomni pressed, eager to understand. Just a little bit of understanding would do her wonders.

“We all do what we have to do.”

Pomni sighed heavily, not at all understanding, “…Ragatha said that too. What’s with that?”

“Maybe she’s not as delusional as you thought.” Zooble jabbed back with more bite than Pomni expected. The jester reigned back a bit, while Zooble rolled their eyes at Pomni’s display.

“I doubt it,” she boldly disagreed, earning an interested look from Zooble, “…but she’s probably the only one who doesn’t hate me. It doesn’t even make sense that you would sit down to have a conversation with me while Gangle runs at the sight of me.”

“Why would Gangle’s opinion on you gatekeep whether I can hang out with you?”

“She’s your girlfriend!”

“Exactly.” Zooble states, as if hitting a nail into wood, “I’m not her parent, nor is she mine. She’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions, as am I. We are our own people with our own lives, we just want each other in them.”

Huh.

“So… what?” Pomni asked carefully, “Are we hanging out now, or what’s happening?”

“We chillin’, that’s it.”

They sat in a beat of silence before a wave of awkward tension built up within Pomni. It was supposed to be comfortable, she supposed, but it felt wrong to just leave the conversation as it was.

“So you don’t hate me?”

“I preferred it when you were pissed.” Zooble sighed, rolling their eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day – and it was still morning, “No one hates you. We are just $%&($ terrified.”

Pomni furrowed her eyebrows, while the creature beside her reluctantly explained themself, “We lost one of our own and you just magically appeared on the same day. Can you blame someone for thinking that you seem like some type of replacement for someone who started asking too many questions? Do you know what Caine is capable of?”

Pomni shook her head as the words sunk in.

“Well…” Zooble huffed, leaning back on their palms that was planted behind them, “Welcome to the club, Harley Quin! Neither do we.”

The silence stretched longer this time. The air felt heavy, but Pomni began to see the strange method to her Circus members’ madness. She didn’t fully comprehend it all, but it felt comforting to have had the conversation – a real conversation, without hiding under false pretenses. Zooble saw her true colours – when she was at her worst.

The abomination didn’t even flinch, they went above and beyond to chase her down, delighted.

It was a relief.

Pomni huffed, leaning back onto her palms to match the posture of her new companion, “Harley Quin, huh? Was that the best you could come up with, Jumbo Blocks?”

Zooble sat up, leaning towards the jester with a mischievous sparkle in their eyes.

“Oh, it’s on, you %&@($ air balloon-cosplaying @$&@(!”

Unrestrained laughter chimed in the air as two freaks stared into the unforeseen horizon. For Pomni, the her ways of viewing her place in the circus, was ripped from beneath her feet in a single conversation. She was left on unstable ground.

Sand.

But for that small, precious moment, she was just happy to bicker with someone. They probably weren't enough to be considered friends, but they were together, sharing a space with no hidden intentions. She wasn't bothered with standing tall.

She was too short for that anyway.

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an-angels-fury · 10 months

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Hallmark!Adam Appreciation Post ❤️

Hey guys 👋

This is a thing I made months ago when I was kinda bored and I wanted to pass time, but I got too lazy to post it and, once again, started to rot in my drafts.

Please, don't take it too seriously. This is all about me being silly and fangirling over my favorite take on Adam/The Creature in a Frankenstein adaptation (Musical!Adam comes as a very close second) 🧟😍

Well, have fun 😘

P.S.: Forgive me for any grammar mistake. English is not my first language.

Baby Creech walking in the forest and being in contact with nature for the first time. His eyes full of curiousity, wonder and innocence just like a child

I MEAN

JUST LOOK

AT HIM

WHY DOES HE HAS TO BE SO ADORABLE 😍😍😍

And then everything goes down when he's expelled from a village by an angry mob for stealing food (but he doesn't even understand what he's doing wrong! He's just born, has no idea what the fuck is happening, where he is and he's desperately hungry and... and...)

He runs away until he finds the DeLacey's house and hides inside a little barn where lies down and starts to cry and I just cry as well and all I want is to hug him and make sure no one will ever hurt him again 🥺

The scene where he meets the little girl for the first time

Little girl (I think her name's Eva if I'm not mistaken): Do you like baby ducklings?

Adam, all happy and shy: Y-yes...

When Eva brings Adam inside the house and you clearly see in his face how anxious and nervous he is because he's scared of how the girl's grampa will react to his presence

But then he relaxes when the old DeLacey receives him with open arms (the man also told him he was blind, which means he wouldn't be scared by his appearence) and even offers him shelter and food

And then DeLacey starts to play his violin and Adam gets so emotional he starts to cry because that was the first time someone ever treated him not with hostility and violence but with pure kindness

Eva: What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Adam, sobbing: No one... has ever been... so kind to me before.

WHY DID ANYONE HUG THIS POOR MAN YET?! 😢

In the next scene he and the little girl are dancing together while DeLacey plays his violin and he's smiling and having fun and this is the happiest moment of his life (and sadly his only one 😔)

Literally all the times the Creature calls Victor "father" with that shaking, begging and desperate voice tone of his

Adam witnessing Justine's execution and being unable to look at the scene ('cause he knows he fucked up and he can't take back the damage he's done)

Then, at night, he carries her dead body in his arms and begs her for forgiveness

I mean, of course this doesn't change or excuse his crimes, but it shows he feels remorse for the suffering he caused and how the weight of his actions actually affects him. It's just so painfully human and, even though it doesn't happen in the book, I love they included this scene. 👌

His reaction when he sees the bride for the first time is just so touching. His teary eyes full of hope, his shaking voice, his smile of pure joy. I just... 🥹

"She's so beautiful. She's perfect."

"There's so much I want to tell you, share with you, teach you. About life. Love. I made us a home, our own secret place, where we can live without fear... with our children... together."

P.S.: You can listen to a little bit of "Moolight Sonata" playing in the background during this scene. It just makes the whole moment even more melancholic and heartbreaking. It could be considered the Creature's love theme (I read a post suggesting this idea and it just got stuck in my head because it's so perfect and it makes me so emotional and I'm just crying again okay).

The whole scene between the Creature and Robert Walton, but specially this part:

Adam: Do you dream, Captain?

R. Walton: Yes, of course.

Adam: I dreamed once. To love. To be loved.

🥺

R. Walton: But you're a slave to vengeance.

Adam: Is not any man subject to temptation every day?!

R. Walton: Christ did not resort to vengeance when all mankind sinned against Him!

Adam: His father loved Him, sir. My father despised me.

OKAY NOW I'M DEAD

😭💔

That's how the conversation happened in the book? Not exactly, and part of me still wished they had used more of the original dialogue because is so fucking good.

Did the scene still hit hard in the feels? Oh God YES! And how it did.

Well... that's it.

There are definitely more precious moments but I think this is already enough.

Also, if no one in this fandom will spread love for this miniseries, I'll have to do it myself. 🥰

#I'll be surprised if someone actually enjoy this post #like it's just a really silly post but I just want to get this out of my drafts and I'm not brave enough to delect it 😅#also people don't talk enough about this beautiful adaptation ❤️#frankenstein #frankenstein 2004 #hallmark frankenstein #frankenstein's creature #frankenstein's monster #adam frankenstein #luke goss #appreciation post #my thoughts

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i-willstealyourtoes · 2 months

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HI happy valentines can i get angst 👌

The og four and how they feel about Bain post canon 🥰 heheh grief

It's technically not Valentine's anymore, but thank you hehe- NOW IT'S TIME FOR ANGST 💀 Hoxton and Dallas' might be longer bc I know them better, my apologies

OG gang post(normal)-ending

Dallas

- So many heists, so many years, so many successes, just for this?

- He's speechless

- He usually would be the one to cheer up other heisters after something sad, but for once, he has nothing to say

- He can barely look at the others without feeling so disappointed in himself

- He wants to be there for the others, but he can't process any of the past couple days

- Setting up the funeral was just about as much as he could take

- During that time, he helped others out with handling their feelings, whilst pushing his own down

- By the end of the event, he's pushed his grief so far down he can't even begin to unpack everything

- It's like he's numb, the feeling of grief is hidden somewhere he can't uncover

- For a while, he just throws himself into work, mindlessly pushing on to provide for the rest of the gang

- By this point, the gang was more like a family/group of close friends, and he wanted them to be alright

- Some people left the gang, yes, but the people who stayed still needed his help (at least, they did in his eyes)

- No one really comments on his concerning demeanour except Hoxton, who doesn't really know how to approach this but tries

- "Hey. Listen, whatever's fucking with you, you don't have to... lone wolf it, or some shite like that. I.. we've got your back, like we always do.. So, just... tell us what to do to help?"

- That definitely gets Dallas to spill to his friend about everything

- I think even talking about it helped him a little

- Bain was just a boss to some of the newer heisters, but to Dallas he was a friend, someone he could always rely on in a dangerous world

- And now he's dead, which is only really settling in when Dallas mentions it

- I think he eventually finds a way to pull himself out of his slump, and dedicates every heist he does/plans to his old friend

Hoxton

- As expected, he's mad

- Although not at the start

- In the beginning, he's also rather speechless

- He knew Bain was just another human being, but there was just something about him that made it seem like he was untouchable

- Now he's dead, Hoxton can barely speak without just feeling at a loss

- He was a good boss, but also a good friend too

- Hoxton doesn't give out his trust that easily, so the loss meant so much more since he trusted Bain, deeply

- At the funeral, he can't really think of anything witty/comedic to say

- In fact, he can't say much at all

- But a couple days later, he finally expresses something; rage

- He's mad

- He's really mad

- At the bastards who killed him, and the bastards who're glad he's gone

- His anger fuels him to keep going for a while, but at one point he burns out

- "I'm fucking exhausted. And, fuck, Bain was... a friend. And I couldn't even save him."

- He has this talk with one of the OGs, who know him well and would never judge him

- I think he has a drink with the OGs about it, just talking about Bain in general

- The heists they went through, the scoldings he would give as if he really was some sort of grandfather to them

- And yes, Hoxton leaves a drink for Bain

- "Cheers to you, mate. Wherever the fuck you are, hope it's good."

- I think after that, he joins Dallas, in the way he keeps going for a little while longer, fueled by the loss

Chains

- Chains too, was shocked

- Although I feel as though he tried to deal with the loss, rather than push it away

- The funeral felt surreal

- Someone who he had never actually met was being buried in front of him

- Of course, he was still close with Bain, but it just felt... off.

- He was probably one of the first to outwardly talk about it to the others

- "Hey. Can we... talk, about all the shit that's just happened?"

- He would still try to joke a little, but it's clear that Bain was his friend too, and the loss means something

- "I mean, shit, I knew Bain wasn't some type of god or anything, but... it's like that whole funeral didn't make any sense, you know?"

- He would also be one of the first to try make light of everything, although deep down the gang knew he was hurt too

- I think from his point of view, Bain wouldn't have wanted them to be all sad anyway

- "I think Bain'd rather see us in action again, you know? Robbing corrupt motherfuckers and shit, shit that'd make him proud."

- Hoxton agrees with this too, and eventually others did as well

- Definitely joins Hoxton (as well as some others) in trying to get others to keep going too

- When they do another heist, even if it's something simple, he's definitely encouraging those who went

- "See? We still got it."

- After that, a few others join him in pushing past the grief and working on more heists

Wolf

- As expected, he's mad

- If anyone was going to be angry about all of this, it's Wolf

- And his rage is almost immediate, as well as all consuming

- How could it go like this?

- All this effort, all the blood and sweat and tears poured into one continuous effort

- Just for them to fall at the last hurdle?

- That's unfair, and he doesn't want to accept it

- The rest of the gang can see how angry he is after the funeral

- Although no one wants to comment on it, as they're either busy dealing with their own grief, or they're scared of what he'll say/do

- It's common to find him in his own corner of the safehouse, silently working on different ideas

- During this time, he's rather dismissive and stand-offish

- He can feel his blood boil everytime someone even so much as tries to ask him how he's doing

- After this period, he would just leave the safehouse sometimes

- None of the gang really know what happens when he leaves, but some smaller news stations started to report a robber that would leave shops and small banks highly damaged and that civilians who encountered them were terrified

- I think one of the OGs would stop him from doing this again, since police might connect it to the Payday gang

- "I get that you're mad, shit, I am too, but you're bringing too much attention to us. Save that for the real heists, okay? That'd make him proud, I think." (Chains)

- After a while of arguing, I think Wolf would agree to hold back on the outbursts for now, but for a while he's just constantly a little angry

#payday 2 #payday #payday the heist #headcanons #payday 2 hoxton #payday 2 dallas #payday 2 wolf #payday 2 chains #chains #wolf payday 2 #wolf #dallas

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lian-ra · 3 months

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MK OC Yaryna

Still my favourite concept art of hers, even though I now think it's worth a design change

She came to my mind when I was trying to imagine some new interesting fatality, and the character image for it completed itself

(What else can you think of when you're bored in a class?)

The first concept art in digital

Very inspired by the cartoon Mavka(2023), even though I never watched it in full. But apart from the very concept of a mavka(and hair colour), they hardly have anything else in common.

Despite the fact that I almost always present it in the context of mk1, Yaryna's backstory is based on the "canon" of older games.

Briefly, she asked Fujin, who had stumbled upon her forest during his wanderings, to help save her home village. She was magically bound to the tree she lived in and there was little she could do, she said. So Fujin paired her with this very tree so she could bring justice. At the time I thought it sounded logical and you can back me up on this(or make me faced with the truth).

She had to deal with everyone she thought was to blame for the troubles of her own village and soon decided to accompany Fujin on his journey for a while in gratitude for his help.

When I was making up this story I remembered all the drawings of this wind god, where he had lots of flowers woven into his braid. It seemed really cute.

Because there really aren't a lot of cute things about the story about her. She was born in 1904, died when she was 17 and turned into a mavka because she died very tragically. Due to this, a lot of human concepts in her mind became very distorted.

The man she loved very much in her lifetime betrayed her and so the meaning of her "postmortem" became the search for that very true love. The standards for this true love are vague and unspecific. However, she almost always gets tired of the new object of interest quickly and if it somehow causes her some negative emotion by this time, she will most likely end up very badly.

She doesn't really have evil intentions, but she doesn't rate her cruelty as something bad and scary, as in her mind it is always fair. She has an ambiguous morality - Yaryna helps those who help or can help her, without much distinction between "good" and "evil". She can also lie if it makes things easier for her. But she always keeps her word, is quite grateful, and gets attached to people who just might be close. Of course, she is childishly naive and easily disappointed in them, but if you survive this period, then in addition, she will wake up with sincerity and regret. She can learn to really appreciate what she considers valuable and stand for it. At least I'd like to see her do that.

I hope you enjoyed this little introduction, I plan to do more cool stuff with her👀👌✨

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mk oc #oc #oc art #my art #oc x canon #mk1 2023 #mk11 #mavka #мавка #арткозацтво #украртпідтримка #укртумбочка #украрт #український tumblr #вишиванка

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sunwarmed-ash · 6 months

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Fic tag game!

tagged by my buddies @cuillere and @lizzy0305! thank you for this!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

93 😎

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

831,467 (holy fucking shit when did it get that long?!?!?! #ThatsWhatSheSaid

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things, Detroit become human, the breakfast club, marvel/spiderverses, Ted lasso, House MD, Harry Potter

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tony Stark: Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, Daddy: (starker) 1074

I think I need help: (harringrove) 927

Call me Doctor: (Chase/House & Chase/House/Wilson 739

Rockabye Baby: (Wincest kinda??) 670

You know what they say about assuming. (steddiegrove) 645

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every. Single. One. Comments are the lifeblood to my work. Its so intimidating to be posting to a empty void but y'alls comments give life to the achieve and are just as important to a WIPs development as anything I write on my own!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Idk, I have ALOT of wips without endings/one shots. Probs the most angsty one I have in general is either The New Kid or Silence isn't Golden

wait wait wait, I found a dual suicide Wincest fic, that wins

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhhhhh this Thor/Bruce fic may be the fluffiest one I have haha

8. Do you get hate on fics?

HA! yeah, but oddly its just the ones with sex work in them. Who would have guessed 🙄🙄🙄🙄

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes 😈😈😈 kink wise all over the place, from super vanilla to BDSM and anything else I can think of. Peoplewise LGBTQ and queer characters, canon or fanon, polycules. Trope wise, enemies to lovers is my fav, but I also love pining or tragic love 👌

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Yes!! not too many, but I've written a few. This one isn't crazy but it is the most developed of all the wips. It's a Supernatural/The Breakfast Club crossover called Supernatural activity at shermer high

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

a few times by a bot, im really really hoping it doesn't happen again but with AI about to fuck us all out of work, im a lil worried.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! two of my Starker fics were translated into Russian and on fic book but that website got torched a few years ago :( I think I also had a reader translate a TBC fic into Portuguese

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Many! probably 20-30 at this point

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

not possible for me to choose. So here's my favs of the moment. Hankconvin800 or hankvin1700, steddiegrove, parksborn, steadyhands

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

get a few scotches in him and he'll hit on anything in a 5 mile radius.

its a cowritten work I worked on years ago and just, meh idk I dont really wanna go back to it haha

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten compliments on my dialogue, dynamic character relationships, smut, and angst

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

proof reading and editing

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i never trust google translate to do a good enough job so to avoid looking like a fool i dont do it. I should try though, expand my horizons. I'm learning Danish so maybe ill make a fic using that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

all of them hold significant places in my heart. they are all pieces of me and I'm trying to learn to love all of me. And that's gotta start somewhere!

tagging all my mututals and anyone who wants to do it

@sweeteatercat @disdaidal @sweetasblack @writerwhowritesao3 @geekinglikeaboss @destroya-hargrove @kissoflightning @moviemuncherao3 @cuillere @late-to-the-party-81 @spaceofentropy @strangebrainrot @treeffles @heiko-goes-detroit

#sinful sunday #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #links in bio #stranger things #i post new stuff every sunday #detroit become human #the breakfast club #house md #marvel mcu #harry potter #supernatural

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nova2cosmos · 11 months

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can you tell us more about supernaturaltale?

SUPERNATURALTALE

[after careful consideration I decided to make it a Human Au]

Supernaturaltale, a AU where people with supernatural ability are hunted down and frowned upon in society.

but even in spite of that some manage to melt into the mass and live a normal life

it is said that the state will have even created a special brigade exclusively dedicated to the capture or extermination of these "abnormals"

without counting on the revolutionaries who do not count this letting go and are ready to do anything to be able to live peacefully

even to become those monsters he fears so much.

Geno a famous scientist in the research on "abnormals" ended up being hit by a truck in the middle of the road but even with all the blood and the immense impact caused by the accident, he was still alive,

it was then at this moment that he discovered that he himself was one of those "abnormals" that he had spent so much time studying and he had to face up to the realities and truth that society had to always tempted to divert.

sometimes even a small grain of sand can turn everything upside down, are you ready to take the first step towards the future you hope for?

fight for your ideals.

gotta make a separate acc later but yeah

(also go see @cult-au-askblog they did an amazing work with they human AU 👀👌)

#undertale au #my art #undertale art #undertale #utmv #supernaturaltale #geno!sans #aftertale!sans #aftertale #snt au #nova2cosmos art #sans au #humanized au #undertale comic

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zeynatura · 5 months

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Finished watching the second Season of "Sweet Home"

THE DOG WAS FOREVER LOST -1000/10

Jinyoung 100/10 👌

Lee Eun-Hyuk my beloved 🥹 10/10

The first 3 episodes were a mess, the pacing is too fast and that's without counting the time-skip, after that I got used to it

Overall the first season is still my favourite, the second one started bad but got better by the end of it, multiple characters deaths happened too fast and didn't even registered in my mind cause the pacing, again! Tbh human deaths were less impactful this season compared to the previous one, but monster deaths tho, ugh i cried.

Actually, here are the 3 human deaths that impacted me the most: Groom with leukemia, Jun il and his mom.

So Young's death was the most underwhelming, what? Just like that she dies???? Bummer

Ji Su's death was predictable so it didn't affect me as much, good acting tho

Seung Wan's death was sad, but, and I hope this gets cleared up in the next season, he was fed to the monster the Chief is keeping hidden in the Stadium, does that it even works to help the monster calm down??? Cause most of the monsters so far don't eat humans, that's so weird to me and I was more focused on that than his death, like I need answers

#sweet home 2 #sweet home netflix #b1a4 #zey rants

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sketch-guardian · 1 year

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Awkward noodle friend!

First of all I'd also like to publicly announce that your OCs are so cool and I'm loving all the little puzzle pieces of information we're currently getting on your blog 👌✨

And then I'd also have a question about them! How are their relationships with the cannon obey me characters? Are some of them good friends, or absolute rivals, maybe?

Oh, and also with Camy, of course! I wouldn't ever forget my precious shy bean, don't you worry 💕

(I really really hope this hasn't been asked before, if so I'd love to see the post about it ☺️)

Impacciata amica spaghetto!

I'm so sorry about seeing your ask just now,I apologize😥I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long🙈also thank you for the compliments on my OCs😳you're too kind☺💜

Regarding your question,I think I've already been asked a similar question in an old post of mine🤔it should be this one if you're interested:

still,I don't mind specifying some more information about their relationships with the canon characters✨even with Camy this time, since I've never written anything about that (you're so sweet Koni😭💖thank you for thinking about my MC too🙈💜I wasn't expecting that-)

This will be long,so in this post I will write for the Seven Brothers and MC only,I hope that's okay😥if you want to know RAD classmates relationships with the Now Dateables and the New Characters too,you can sent another ask if you're interested🙈now let's get started!

HOW ARE RAD CLASSMATES'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE CANON OBEY ME CAST?

HOUSE OF LAMENTATION

-Lucifer

Demya honestly doesn't like Lucifer very much and even if she tries to hide it behind a cheeky behavior,his presence makes her a little anxious. The punishments Lucifer's quite famous for bring back bad memories of her childhood spent in a freak show in the human world,so when she gets in trouble,she tends to avoid him as best as she can. He's too strict for Demya's tastes and she almost feels sorry for his brothers and for MC

Domnra seems pretty indifferent towards Lucifer,but he's actually slightly jealous of the authority he manages to impose without effort and the fact that he seems to be perfect at everything,which Domnra never was,not even when he was still an angel. Mobim on the other hand is intimidated by Lucifer,even if it doesn't often have a reason to be,since it is a kind and quiet creature. Mobim usually hides behind Domnra when Lucifer approaches,especially if he seems angry

Azul doesn't mind teasing Lucifer and it honestly makes everyone think he has a death wish,but the thing is that Azul doesn't care about the consequences. He knows that as long as he doesn't do anything extreme, the most he can get is a warning and still, he knows he's more than capable of escaping if that was the case. He also has no problem admitting that Lucifer is attractive,Azul just has no shame

Zuri respects Lucifer and his position,she considers him a decent leader and appreciates independent people like herself. In fact among the RAD classmates,excluding Azul who occasionally disturbs the demon,Zuri's probably the closest to Lucifer,the only one who can be considered "friend" of the eldest brother. Their conversations consist mostly of small talk about work or complaining about being often surrounded by idiots,all the while sharing a bottle of Demonus or a cup of tea,like two stressed parents

Odon likes Lucifer,even if according to them,he should try to smile a little more. They're sure that like all demons,angels and humans,he too would have a nice smile,everyone is special in their own way and he shouldn't fear to show himself more for what he is and not for the role he has to play. Odon would like to make friends with everyone,however they sensed that Lucifer doesn't trust an ancient and mysterious demon like themselves,so as much as it hurts them,they try to keep their distance. If Lucifer ever changed his mind,Odon wouldn't mind sharing a cup of tea with him

-Mammon

Demya thinks Mammon is cool and several times they found themselves scamming people together to get what they wanted, in fact they gave each other a hand occasionally. For example, if Demya attracted rich people with her beauty, making them shell out a lot of money and then leave them empty-handed, Mammon made sure to get as many meat dishes as possible for her. After all, Demya doesn't really care about money, it's just an added bonus, so she doesn't mind making this kind of trade. Also it isn't uncommon to see her teasing Mammon about his crush on MC, as she has noticed that the demon becomes much more shy and awkward in their presence, she thinks that's funny

Domnra isn't very close to Mammon,the most he has done with the demon is a few chats during gym class at RAD. However Domnra doesn't seem hostile towards him,despite how shoert-tempered he is,and for a good reason. Once Mobim had wandered off in search for flowers and Domnra went looking for it,it wouldn't have taken long with their bond after all,but what surprised him was seeing Mammon comforting a sad Mobim in a voice one would use with a kitten. Once in the open,both demons were embarrassed and promised never to talk about the accident again,but considering that other demons would have hurt Mobim instead without thinking twice,Domnra can't help feeling a touch of respect towards Mammon

Azul is a little bastard and loves to scare Mammon by randomly appearing through walls or mirrors,because he's the demon who give Azul the most fun with his reactions. However Azul isn't completely heartless and sometimes he makes it up to Mammon by offering help with stealing stuff or with homework involving curses and hexes. Once he even offered Mammon flirting lessons,to use with MC if he wanted,but the demon of greed didn't take it very well

Zuri meets Mammon occasionally when she receives proposals to be a stylist or a model with important brands and while at work he seems professional,Zuri doesn't appreciate how loud Mammon can be outside of it,she finds such behavior annoying. She thinks he's wasting his potential,because she's seen what he's capable of if he really puts in the effort. Zuri doesn't trust him very much though,because she knows he would have no problem stealing from her,but she has to admit that since Mammon rarely transforms,he was a good choice as MC's guardian

Odon finds Mammon funny and full of life and would very much like to become his friend,because they can feel that he too has good in him,unlike other demons they've encountered in their long life. Odon isn't stupid and they know that Mammon is terrified by their size and figure,so they try to appear as friendly and harmless as possible,to make him feel at ease. Once they even managed to play cards with Mammon,who lost every single time (due to the eye-like creatures spying on his cards). Luckily Odon was kind enough not to bet anything

-Leviathan

Demya struggles to remember Levi,because she barely sees him in class,let alone outside,so she doesn't have a clear opinion about him. Demya knows she can easily convince him to do stuff for her by being nice and cute like an anime girl and she figures they might share the trait of being jealous demons,but otherwise they don't have much in common. One thing is for sure though:she thinks Lotan is cool as hell and one day she would like to ride them

Domnra deems Levi weak in terms of physical strength as he barely trains while Domnra is seen as a normie tsundere delinquent in Levi's eyes,so it's no surprise that the two of them have hardly ever spoken. However Domnra noticed that Levi occasionally look at Mobim as if it was some cute anime mascot,all the while muttering "kawaii" or other anime references unfamiliar to him. He finds such behavior quite weird

Azul is an online friend of Levi and they occasionally meet to draw together, simp about their favourite characters or show off their cosplays. It seems shocking considering how different the two demons are,but they share some hobbies and kind of complement each other,for example:Azul doesn't mind asking for autographs or whatever when Levi is too shy to,while Levi keeps Azul calm with his long and enthusiastic speeches about his favourite topics,those keep Azul too occupied to suddenly change mood

Zuri admires Levi's passion for his hobbies and the way he manages to convey it to others,she believes that the effort he puts into cosplay is remarkable,because in a certain sense it's still style,however Zuri doesn't often assist to his fanatic speeches,as Levi seems quite intimidated or in awe in her presence. She isn't sure which of the two options is the correct one

Odon knows Levi thanks to what their eye-like creatures have told them,but they have met him in person just few times and the few times it happened,cell phones and computers were involved. Odon,being very old,isn't a great expert in modern technology,so as an excuse,they sometimes ask Levi for help. Moreover, Levi often compare them to some anime characters and even if Odon doesn't know what he's talking about,they appreciate that Levi isn't afraid to express his opinion

-Satan

Demya thinks Satan's a bit of a nerd and she doesn't like that talking to him makes her feel dumber that usual,but despite everything she still finds him kinda cute,especially when he's in feral mode,because Demya has somewhat strange tastes. She also finds amusing that their tails are similar and even if it doesn't matter much,she appreciates that he isn't a fan of Lucifer

Domnra and Satan both have anger issues,so they understand what if feels like and sometimes they go out together to either vent or blow off steam. It's strange seeing one of the smartest students of RAD and one of the delinquents in class together,but their "problem" has brought them closer and made them friends. Domnra focuses more on the physic while Satan on the mind,but one thing they've in common is the love for cute things. Once Satan put a kitty costume on Mobim,in spite of Domnra

Azul is friends with Domnra, so it's no wonder he has tried to be friends with Satan as well, he finds his reactions very funny, especially when he's angry. Other than that, Azul would probably be an interesting subject for Satan to study, especially because he has never seen demons with Azul's characteristic ability, i.e. changing color depending on feelings, but he probably wouldn't give Satan any explanation about it,just to tease him a bit

Zuri knows about Satan's story and is aware that mentioning the eldest brother's name gets him upset, so to avoid any headaches from his screams, she tends to avoid mentioning that name in his presence. Leaving aside this detail, she believes that Satan's very intelligent, but that at the same time he's also too insecure of his identity and that he should begin to understand that his brother is not a threat as he seems. The only criticism she can make against Satan is his way of dressing

Odon knows a great deal about Devildom, having been born before the seven brothers and having spent their long life there. They have witnessed events written in history books, both in Devildom and in the human world, so they're very well educated from that point of view. The relationship with Satan seems to be that of a student and a tutor, he can ask Odon anything historical and they would probably be able to provide Satan with an answer, having experienced it firsthand. He also seems interested in the eye-like creatures that they have and since Lucifer doesn't like Odon very much, it's another reason for Satan to talk to them

-Asmodeus

Demya likes to go shopping with Asmo and likes to gossip about other lesser demons with him, she thinks he's fun, so they're friends, but casual ones. They often meet at parties or on the streets of Devildom and while Asmo may appreciate Demya's sense of style, he wouldn't appreciate her rough and feral ways, such as gobbling up on food or having no problem getting her hands dirty. For example, Demya, unlike Asmo, doesn't mind messing up her hair or getting scars on her skin

Domnra only knows Asmo by fame, since the demon of lust has a lot of followers among demons and witches on Devilgram, but otherwise he has never really spoken to him,Domnra finds him "too much" for his tastes and being used to being surrounded by other party animals, he doesn't need another reason to have a headache. Mobim isn't sure what to feel towards Asmo, he seems to Mobim a very extravagant demon, but being a very empathetic creature, it perceives that Asmo hides some insecurities, so it doesn't know if how he shows himself in public is an act or less and if so,Mobim doesn't think it would be able to reassure him

Azul usually meets Asmo during the parties held in The Fall and occasionally finds him at Madame Scream's, when he's there to buy sweets. Being both quite popular, they know each other and are also quite friends, even if there's a casual flirting every now and then, but just for fun. Sometimes they make duets and other times they help each other with makeup, but Azul often doesn't miss the opportunity to scare Asmo and make him ruin everything

Zuri knows Asmo because of her connection to the fashion world, so from that point of view, they interact every now and then. She acknowledges that stylistically, Asmo is a professional, but otherwise she finds him quite childish and capricious when he doesn't get what he wants. She's worked hard to get to where she's now and would like Asmo to understand that beauty it's not enough and that everything shouldn't be granted to him just for his looks, but that his commitment should be the most important thing

Odon usually wanders around isolated places so as not to frighten other lesser demons, so it's very unlikely to see Asmo for them,but the few times Odon has shown up in more crowded places,they were able to talk to him. Odon thinks that Asmo has no idea exactly who they are,because on their first encounter he tried to flirt with them. The results weren't what Asmo hoped for, since Odon didn't understand his intentions, but they appreciated the casual chat in any case. The two demons know each other only by sight though, since they frequent different places

-Beelzebub

Demya and Beel are the duo that all Devildom's restaurants fear, considering the amount of food they swallow every day, so seeing them together in a restaurant is equivalent to the eventual failure of the latter. They're good friends and Demya appreciates that Beel doesn't judge her appetite,she knows what it's like to try to fill a void with food. Furthermore,the two occasionally train together, even if they do different exercises: Beel with weights and Demya with flexibility. Also Demya tries to protect Beel from people who try to take advantage of his kindness

Domnra is in some sports clubs with Beel and it happens a few times that the two demons chat. In his presence Domnra has no reason to be angry, he respects Beel's tranquility and strength, he's a very strong demon in Domnra's opinion,however his appetite reminds him too much of Demya,who he dislikes. Not gonna lie, but Domnra once feared Beel might eat Mobim and he's never been more terrified in his life

Azul hardly ever spoke to Beel, although he occasionally saw him eating in sweets shops, thus depriving Azul of the chance of buying something for himself. Maybe the reason they don't interact much is because Azul finds him quite boring, being apathetic most of the time, so it's hard to get interesting emotional reactions from Beel. Sometimes Azul can try to prank him by creating food illusions, but Beel doesn't seem to fall for it too often

Zuri knows about Beel based on what Lucifer told her about him, so she knows that the sixth brother is quite gluttonous, but also kind-hearted and devoted to his family, qualities Zuri appreciates, but that at the same time they remind her a bit of her angel days, which she would rather not think about. Zuri and Beel have talked to each other a few times, but not having much in common, their conversations go no further

Odon shares a bond with their eye-like creatures similar to the one Beel shares with Belphegor, so they feel a little closer to him in this aspect, however Beel asked Odon how they knew this information, but Odon just smiled and explained that it was a mere guess. Both demons are quite tall, so they appreciate not having to bend down to talk face-to-face. Also Odon has noticed that Beel doesn't seem to fear them, which relieves them. Odon likes it when Beel tells them about his family, because Odon has never had one and doesn't know what it feels like to have one

-Belphegor

Demya knows Belphie through Beel and is in fact quite friends with him. To Belphie Demya is somewhat similar to Beel and those few times when Demya's tired,they take naps together. The two have also silently made an agreement, namely to protect Beel from demons or witches with bad intentions

Domnra met Belphie probably through Satan, during a meeting of the Anti-Lucifer League. The two demons get along quite well and Domnra likes Belphie's sarcasm and style, but maybe he's a little jealous of the fact that he always gets good grades despite almost always sleeping in class. Mobim doesn't mind being a pillow for Belphie, as long as the demon doesn't choke it in his sleep

Azul, again, has never interacted much with Belphie. He considers him boring, since interacting with him is practically impossible, with rhe demon being always asleep. The only thing that Azul noticed that he has in common with Belphie is the love for the stars and perhaps it could be a good conversation starter for the two of them

Zuri likes hardworking, resourceful people who show at least a modicum of passion in what they do and unfortunately Belphie does not fall into this category. She knows he's the demon of sloth and she doesn't blame him for this of course, but Zuri considers Belphie too lazy and doesn't think it's appropriate to walk around as if he were always wearing pajamas

Odon is the only one among the RAD classmates who knows about the little "accident" between Belphie and MC, although it's unknown exactly how the eye-like creatures learned about it. The two demons hardly interact, but occasionally Odon sees Belphie sleeping near the Devildom woods when they walk alone. If Belphie so wanted, Odon would be more than happy to explain what they know about constellations and dreams

-Camy (my MC)

Demya doesn't know exactly what to think of Camy,being a very different person from her: introvert, shy and who prefers not to leave the House of Lamentation. She considers her a reliable and patient human considering that she has to deal with seven demons everyday and every now and then she happens to meet Camy hanging out with Mammon. In those moments Demya likes to embarrass them both with their obvious feelings towards each other. She finds them a cute couple

Domnra was quite unaware of Camy's existence at first, as her presence was hardly noticeable in class, but he started paying more attention to her when she started learning magic from a certain sorcerer. He's surprised that a human from so low has landed in the position Camy is currently in,but he has to admit that he's found a newfound respect for her, even for the pacts she's managed to make. The only times they interact is when Mobim happily greets Camy, not considering the human a dangerous person

Azul would like to make friends with Camy,since she's Levi's best friend and since they have some hobbies in common,but the human seems to avoid him and Azul thinks it's due to his unstable nature. For this reason, to make her feel more at ease,Azul tries to interact with Camy only online and only when Levi's also present, so it should be easier to chat. Azul thinks she's charming in her own weird way and he would like to play tricks on her,but he doesn't want seven demons after him so he avoids acting like an idiot for once

Zuri admires Camy's commitment to her duties at RAD, and the fact that she's a human exchange student makes her efforts all the more worthy of credit. Zuri doesn't dare imagine what it's like to live with the seven deadly sins, so she has a hunch as to why the human has such pronounced eyebags. Zuri tried talking to her with Lucifer present, but the human seemed quiet and uncomfortable,perhaps because she wasn't used to the presence of other demons. The only criticism that Zuri feels like making is the way in which the human looks scruffy,Camy doesn't seem to care about her appearance

Odon considers Camy a curious human being,strong from a mental point of view and with a great willpower. In her place, several humans would have already gone crazy with what she had to go through, with what she experienced there in Devildom, so they don't understand how she can be so insecure of herself. Camy was uncomfortable when they met for the first time, but she wasn't scared and Odon isn't surprised,considering that the human risked death several times. If Camy's alone on the streets of Devildom,Odon offers to escort her. They'are close acquaintances and that's enough for Odon

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