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jessysapphireblue · 7 months

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Confrontation Luffy x reader

This is part two. If you want to read part one -----> Here

As in part one, Je as a nickname, the craziness continues, enjoy.

Ever since your boyfriend admitted that you two slept together, you went out of the way from anyone. Usopp eyes followed you around whenever you passed him, as if to DARE you to get closer to Luffy.

"Puah! The food was amazing Sanji", Luffy beamed and patted his belly. "Thanks", the cook said with a sad voice. It took a turn on him as he heard the news this morning, that you his beloved Goddess actually slept with the Captain.

"Je! What are you doing, your plate is still full" "Ah, yes", you admitted, obviously. Taking his fork, he took some food of your plate and held it out with a innocent grin. "Here!"

The kitchen was dead silent. Only the drop of Sanji´s cigarette was heard, all holding their breath. Luffy feeding you. HE! WANTED! TO! FEED! YOU!

Usopp directly began to pray, sweat running down his face. "No Luffy, it´s ok", you admitted and a loud breath was released. "Eh? Don´t you like the food?" "AH! I failed you my Goddess", Sanji fell onto the ground curling himself up as he whimpered.

"No! No no no. I´m not really hungry. You can eat the rest, Lu" "Sure?" "Yes, sure", you admitted and within a blink of your eyes, the plate was clean.

Sun all vanished, the night sky took place. "Good Night", you said and waved to them. "Je! Wait I sleep-", Luffy was interrupted as Usopp grabbed the collar of his shirt. "No! You will come here, we have a lo to discuss", he looked mad at your boyfriend. "But-" "Goodnight, Luffy", you smiled and went into your room and Usopp dragged his best friend over to the boys cabin.

Inside, Usopp began to breathe out, the rest of the boys already there as "Luffy", he started calmly. "Yeah?", he was already sitting on the couch. "One question....HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!", Usopp began to shout, walking back and forth, " DO YOU HVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT COULD HAPPEN TO HER?! TO US?! HAVE YOU THOUGHT OF MY BLOOD PRESSURE?!", he screeched so much that his voice broke.

"WE´RE PIRATES. THIS IS THE NEW WORLD!! YOU CAN´T JUST MAKE A BABY ON BOARD!" "Relax. I didn´t put a baby in her" " And that should calm me down?! I CAN`T EVEN-"

"you´re just mad that Luffy had sex before you, long nose", said Zoro with a smirk. "No!", admitted Usopp. "Really? You´re mad because I did it with Je?", Luffy tilted his head. "NO! What I mean is that you-YOU- who never-NEVER! Took an interest in this stuff suddenly know how this all works!"

"Usopp, are you still a virgin?", asked Franky and a blush covered the snipers cheeks. "YOHOHOHOHOHO! Usopp-san" "So basically, you thought you would get laid before Luffy", Sanji blew on his cigarette. "That is NOT the point! It´s Luffy, he doesn´t-"

CRUNSH!

A loud voice went through the cabin and all looked at Luffy who was eating cookies. "Where did you get these from?!", shouted Sanji. "Je makes them for me. She always makes too much and gives me the leftovers. She said when I´m hungry at night I can eat them", he smiled. Usopp inched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. "Did you even pay attention to what I said?"

Luffy shallowed all of the cookies at once before turning to his best friend. "No, not really", he laughed and the next second Usopp flung at him, strangling him. "YOU STUPID RUBBER IDIOT! I´M GIVING HERE A LECTURE AND YOU EAT!!!" "ARRk-Z-Zoro", Luffy chocked out.

Jinbe simply laughed at everything that happened. "Leave Luffy-kun alone. He has finally become a man" "OVER MY DEAD BODY!" "Bone-chop!", said brook and hit Usopp head. "What was that for, Brook?" "Luffy turned blue if you didn´t noticed it", admitted Franky.

"Ok, following!", Usopp clapped his hands. "These who are still virgins, raise their hand", he said and rose his hand, the rest being down. "SANJI?!" "What? I know what I´m doing", he smirked.

Luffy laughed loudly as Usopp fell to his knees, praying. "Oh, God. Forgive my sin for being in this rotten crew!", he began to tear up, "please don´t kill me, I´m still innocent and love my life so please-"

The others ignored Usopp as "Yohohoho, Luffy-san, One question. Is her body as wonderful as it looks?" "OH! Yes, Luffy! We need this information!", Sanji became heart eyes and puffed air through his nose.

"Je? Her skin is soft and smooth, like a pillow! I enjoy hugging her when we do it" "Yohohohoho", blood dripped from their noses. "Luffy, how was even your first time?", asked Zoro. "It was super fun! We laughed and it sorta happened.

"FUN?! YOU IDIOT! She is a living Goddess, the light of this ship and you should worship her fully! Kiss her skin, whisper love confessions, show her how much you want her, make her whine, and leave her breathless", Sanji went on one knee, explaining passionately.

"Just show her who´s in charge", yawned Zoro. "Oi, Marimo! That works with cavemen but a goddess like her!" "And if I hear one more of this sweet as shit, I´m gonna puke in your bed, Hentai-brow"

Both were about to fight. "Why that? We both laughed and felt happy with each other. This is about the two of us so it should be happy for us! But I have to admit, her moaning my name gave me shivers", Luffy grinned.

"Super, Luffy! So manly!", laughed Franky. "Luffy, I will never, ever again see you with innocent eyes!", Usopp whined.

"Ah, you´ll get over it", admitted Jinbe. "How! I have images in my head I never wanted to have! I feel like I was being molested!"

"You overdo", all said and the door opened. "Je!", your boyfriend jumped up when he saw you enter. "shhh. Chopper fell asleep in his office." Luffy looked at the sleeping Chopper, grinning.

"I take him", Zoro came forth and took the reindeer from your arm. "And you guys go to bed soon. Sleep well", you smiled as Luffy took your hand. "Why are you up?" "I´m on watch", you admitted. "Ok! Bye guys", waved your boyfriend and tug you outside with him, closing the door.

"Huargh! No no no. Not again. The pics coming back", Usopp shivered and jumped around. "Stalker" "Hey! If we have a baby here in a few months, I told you so! Luffy does not care"

"Night" "Yo, you also" Yohohoho, night guys"

"LISTEN TO ME!"

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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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modern anakin hcs

pairing : modern!anakin skywalker x gn!reader | wc : 1.4k | 18+MINORS DNI

a/n : this is just how i see a modern anakin. its kind of an add-on to boyfriend.

general hcs ( adaptational awareness )

anakin is some kind of scandinavian from shmi's side of the family and thats all he really cares about. his stance on his father and his full ancestry is "if he didn't want me then, i don't want him now" ( lies, we'll talk about the daddy issues later )

so shmi was probably born in a country thats similar to sweden or denmark and anakin probably spent his early years there. but by like 4 or 5 they moved from shmi’s home country to modern tatooine

so like picture little blond haired, blue-eyed anakin, right? imagine he was homeschooled for like the majority of his life and he walks into school with a swedish accent and basic english skills

eventually, shmi saves up enough money and gets a really good opportunity to send anakin to a really good school in coruscant

shmi taught him how to cook, clean, some housekeeping skills

and he has even less friends, but he got along with his peer mentor, obi-wan, who was like on the verge of graduating and saw anakin as a surrogate brother

anakin definitely isnt emo until he’s in college, before college, i imagine him dressing like scott barringer, loose clothes, light colors, and he keeps his hair blond

this era of anakin defintely liked car shops and had a part time at a niche interests store ( think like, a bait shop ) to help his mom

he met padme in his junior year of high school, she was one of those alumni who were asked to come back to talk about the college experience to high schoolers

and anakin ( having zero filter ) asked for her number after the talk and she shot him down but still gave him her number.

then like, going into his college orientation, he was pissed off because his mom had remarried while he was away. but he was coming to terms with it and liking his step brother and his fiance.

i picture he shows up kind of fucked up looking. like his hair is growing out and the texture is off, his clothes are dark on the inside, light on the outside, and he’s listening to music on his headphones the whole time

and you see him sitting by himself, a little off from the engineering majors and fiddling with something in his hands and you walk over to him, in spite of your major and your nerves and sit next to him

instantly the headphones are off because his cool, tough guy front is still just a front, he was HOPING someone would talk to him

and you guys hit it off, chatting away about everything and anything

even when you part ways and the orientation ends, he’s texting you randomly and oh my god, he thinks too fast for his thumbs

“hve you seen ovrdrive?” “wtff is that thing your ordered at ciplt? im picking up food fr obi and he hates when i bring spicey stuff” “hellp”

he moves in with doctoral candidate obi-wan for college and takes up a part time at a mechanic’s shop and another as an overnight security guard ( he just sleeps and works on assignments there )

he got his mom threepio, a golden retriever, but usually is playing with padmé’s border collie, artoo ( credit to this amazing fan art )

he asked out padme after he fixed her computer ( for funsies ) and didnt shut up about her the entire time they dated

anakin is clingy in relationships, literally would hold onto padmé’s bags while out in public so she wouldnt wander too far from him

and he just really liked the environment of padmé’s apartment, being around you, padmé, and sabé was just a really big comfort for him

his descent into becoming a metalhead mostly happened because one of his bosses suggested it to him

and slowly he started to enjoy it more and more

and his wardrobe got darker, developed an energy drink addiction, and he started letting you and padmé give him messy eyeliner

and it culminated when he asked you to help him box dye his hair and now theres a stain in his bathroom of a streak of black hair dye across the ceiling

the reason why anakin and padmé broke up was a healthy end because ani def got a little jealous and toxic and padmé had to sit him down and tell him it was for the best

and he resented her for a while, wouldn’t talk to her while at her apartment for a good month

but then he watched her burn food and he felt bad and ended up cooking something for her and they never spoke about it again

and he definitely liked you when you first met, even when he was dating padmé ( and the few flings he had after her )

he just made himself bury his feelings for a while by treating you like a best friend or little sister

hanging out with you when padmé took everyone on a lake house trip and was busy talking to others

his actual confession comes in the form of him making a really crappy bracelet at his work bench

yes, he literally set up a robotics station in his bedroom. he will literally invite you over and sound so excited to see you

only to focus and work for 8 hours with only two rockstars and his thrash metal playlist as sustenance

you can try to give him a snack and he’ll ( unintentionally ) glare at you until he realizes he’s been ignoring you for so long and he just picks you up and kisses you

now youve got anakin licking at your face and laying on top of you. he’s not coming up for air until he’s made up for every minute he ignored you accidentally

his favorite kind of date would either be a movie date or to go out for a drive then stargaze

he will put you in his clothes, whether you like it or not. and he smells a bit like like oil and sweat mixed with mint

he started getting tattoos because he saw it as a form of independence

he has one industrial piercing, and three others on each of his earlobes. the tongue piercing was for fun

he likes alternative girls more, but if you’re not alternative he won’t push you ( unless you like that )

will have a titty attack if you call him emo and not a metalhead ( theres a difference )

18 + hc

he’s so fucking WEIRD

so he probably gets off every other day because of his mind ( and because his hands wander so much that he gets himself worked up )

to get into the idea i mentioned in boyfriend

he got your name near his navel and once he realized he liked you, he would try to aim his releases over your name

and he’s not a bad shot

his hands wander naturally because he just likes to feel your skin. like its not even his intent to get sexual, he’s absently rubbing your back and like 5 minutes later he’s just massaging your ass and tits if you lay on him

he’s actually really big on doggy, he just really likes to look at your back

so he also likes bending you over tables, counters, his workbench, his bed, and security desk at work

he has aquaphilia. will feel you up in pools and in large bodies of water

he really likes biting and marking

during sex, he likes to focus on your neck and back

but in general he would be the kind of guy to give you a forehead hickey

and will rub off any makeup you put on to cover it

prefers to praise and worship you, and if you try the same, he’ll get awkward and embarrassed but lap it up anyways

if you degrade him and objectify him, he will fuck you within an inch of your life

he also has his own playlists that he plays when you guys are fucking

he broke the door to his room so it’s not the best place to have sex, unless youre ok with the possibility of someone walking in

obi wan accidentally walked in on you both once and had to leave the apartment for a week

he has tried to fuck you in his car but you bumped your head and he drove you straight home to ice it, refuses to even get road head because of it

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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Hey I've had a rly rly bad day :( I'm about to breakdown down n trying to do things to distract myself.. would you mind writing a little fluffy blurb about h comforting reader ??? You don't hve to if you're busy :))

hey! i'm sorry you're having a bad day. here is the fluffiest blurb (w a little bit of angst bc reader has to be crying for some reason) enjoy! 💕💕💕

You never knew how little you put yourself first until today.

All your life you considered yourself a compassionate person. Reliable. Dependable. Someone friends and family could count on. And you liked being that person, you liked that you had a prominent role in the lives of the people you loved and cared for most.

And if carried over into your work life too. You were constantly working overtime, saying yes to projects that your boss or co-workers prefaced with, “I knew just the person to come to for this!” And that made you feel valued. Important.

Until today.

You were already behind on a project because one of your co-workers asked you for help with theirs, and without asking why, you agreed as usual. But your own was already kind of kicking your ass and you had a million other things going on outside of work that needed your attention. You really weren’t sure why you couldn’t say no this time. You had valid reasons, yet you still tacked on more work, more stress (and not more pay, either).

“Hey, Y/n, how we doing in here?” your boss said, knocking on the open door of your office.

“A little stressed, but what else is knew?” you said with a smile. It was your normal response, but this time there was a little edge to it you hadn’t expected.

Not even noticing, your boss moved on. “Good, good. I was wondering if I could ask a favor? Our partner office from Hong Kong is coming next week, and I thought who better to show them around than our hardest worker bee?”

He said it with a smile, like it was an honor to be asked such a thing, but all you could say in reply was, “Both of my projects are due next week.”

With a quick look around the room, you saw that you were one of the last ones in the big office space. Either your co-workers took their work home or didn’t have as much to do as you did, and for the first time, that irked you. Why couldn’t your boss ask any of them when you were clearly drowning in meetings and phone calls and spreadsheets and ten minute lunches?

“I know you’ll make it work,” he said, as if he hardly even heard your response. “So you’ll do it?”

“I...”

Tears sprung out of nowhere, perhaps the stress of a task you hadn’t even accepted already weighing down on you. There would be no time, no time for yourself, or anything or anyone other than work.

“I’ll think about it,” you finally said, hoping that your boss would ask someone else in the meantime.

“Well, I kind of need an answer now—”

“Then no, my answer is no,” you blurted, standing up from your desk to pack your things. “Not only can I not do it, I don’t want to do it. You have so many people that work here that could do this for you, and even though you knew I was up to my ears in work, you asked me anyway. So no. I will not be able to help you next week.”

Your boss floundered a bit. At your outburst, or that you said no, you weren’t sure. He probably hadn’t thought to ask anyone else, had just expected you to say yes. And that once would’ve made you proud, but now you absolutely despised that.

“Well, I mean, this might affect your promotion,” he said, a last stitch effort to get you to say yes.

Could he really not see you were on the verge of tears? Or that you were in the same clothes as yesterday because you fell asleep in your office last night? Or did he just not care?

That promotion was dangled over every project, every favor, every little thing you did at work. It was the reason you did so much. You worked hard, and you wanted a paycheck that validated that. But if your boss took one refusal as a reason for you to not get a promotion, when so many of your co-workers turned things down left and right, then...

“Fuck your promotion,” you said before you could filter your words, then hastily left your office, not bothering to look your boss in the eye.

Tears wanted to fall as you rode the elevator, as you got behind the wheel of your car, but you swallowed them down, pushing them away for later.

A minute into driving, your phone rang, your cousin’s name popping up on the screen on your car’s dash.

“Hey! How’s it going?”

You didn’t have it in you to be chipper. “I think I just lost my job.”

“Oh...Well that’s—Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug.

“Great! Well, I was just calling to ask if you and H have locked down a date for the wedding,” your cousin asked.

With a raised brow, you said, “We sent out save the dates three weeks ago.”

“Right, but my wife and I booked a cruise before you and Harry even got engaged, and our flight to get to port is on the same day as the wedding. You see where I’m going with this, right?”

You did, but you were so furious that you said, “I don’t, actually.” You needed him to say it, to admit what he was asking for.

“Well, you know, since we booked this cruise before you and H got engaged, we were wondering if you could change the date. Move it up or something.”

“Or something,” you said, voice completely devoid of emotion. What would that even mean?

Did you really accommodate so much that a family member was asking to move your literal wedding day for them? Did people really expect you to bend over backwards like that?

The answer was yes. You put so many people first, that you’d become the default, friends, families, co-workers were practically on autopilot when asking for favors, you doubted they even tried to come up with solutions themselves at this point.

“So tou’ll do it?”

You were surprised when you started laughing. Not a giggle, but a full-bellied laugh. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the ludicrous favor your cousin just asked you, or maybe you’d finally snapped. Your cousin was still on the other line waiting. Because despite what clearly was a nervous breakdown, he was still expecting you to do this for him.

“Shove it up your ass and don’t bother coming to the wedding,” you said when your laughter subsided, then promptly hung up the phone.

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Harry was on the couch when you got home, watching one of his crime shows he loved so much. He smiled when he saw you, the reaction almost involuntary, but it faltered when he got a better look.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, turning the TV off and coming over to you.

“Bad day. Really bad day,” was all you said, voice empty.

“I’m sorry, lovie. Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, and Harry took that as his cue to pull you in for a hug. He was much taller than you were, so you were completely engulfed in his soft sweater and the fresh scent of his cologne. You sighed, your shoulders sagging as he squeezed you, as if he was trying to wring all the stress and sadness out of you.

After a couple minutes, Harry let go, but only to look down at you. “So I’m thinking that as your fiance, I need to make you feel better.”

“Yeah?” you said, a small smile forming on your face. Harry seemed to be the only one who put you first, or realized when you needed a break.

“Yeah, which is great because I bought stuff at the store to make that dish you really love. The one with chicken and the red sauce? I just need a little help with—”

“You need help?” you asked, smile immediately turning into a frown. “Like a favor?”

Confused, Harry said, “Well, it’s not really a favor, I just need—”

“And I just need people to stop needing me! Why can’t anyone understand that? I give, and I give, and I give, and I never ask for anything in return, so people keep expecting me to give. Well, I have nothing to give anymore. I‘m—I’m...”

You pulled away from your fiance and stormed upstairs, locking yourself in the bathroom the two of you shared. Your were breathing as if you’d just run a marathon, unable to get a sob out before the next one came over you. Tears were hot on your cheeks, and you knew if you looked in the mirror your face would be an angry shade of red. Sliding down to the cool tile floor, you curled in on yourself and just cried.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting like that, how long you stormed away from Harry. If you had the ability to think rationally for a moment, you would’ve realized that he wasn’t trying to use you or take advantage of your kindness. He didn’t even know that asking for help would’ve triggered you like this (you didn’t either, to be fair). But he just happened to be the person you blew up at, and while it wasn’t fair, you couldn’t exactly take it back.

Not that you could, at the moment. You couldn’t stop crying. No matter how much you tried to steady your breathing, or how much you thought you got out of your system, you just kept crying. So much so that you didn’t even hear Harry knock on the door the first time.

“Lovie? Can you unlock the door? Please?”

You didn’t answer, hoping that would be answer enough.

But he persisted. “I hate hearing you cry all by yourself. Will you please let me in? Let me help you, lovie.”

The sobbing stilled for just a moment, long enough to stand up and unlock the door for Harry. He opened it immediately, but you didn’t see his face before he pulled you against him again.

You didn’t know how long you stood there like that, how long you cried in Harry’s arms while he smoothed his hand down your hair soothingly and kissed the top of your head, waiting patiently until you let it all out. When you finally did, he wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. You knew you had to do something, explain, apologize, change out of day-old clothes, something, but Harry thankfully spoke first.

“I think you need a long, hot shower.”

While you got undressed, Harry turned the water on and made sure it was the right temperature. You thought he would leave after that, but he began shedding his clothes too. You wanted to ask what he was up to, but you couldn’t find the words.

He led you to the shower and stepped in behind you. Once you were under the stream of hot water, he leaned down to kiss you, his fingers delicate as the held the side of your face. “Just relax,” he breathed, kissing the top of your cheekbone before turning you around.

Something like excitement stirred in you, even though you were much too exhausted for sex currently. But that wasn’t Harry’s intention. You heard the familiar squirt of the shampoo bottle behind you, and before you could utter a single word, Harry’s fingers were in your hair, massaging your scalp and working the shampoo into a nice lather on your head.

It was the greatest feeling, your fiance’s hands applying the right amount of pressure to make it feel soothing. Your eyes closed involuntarily, a small sigh leaving your lips as he combed through the ends of your hair. Harry repeated the process for conditioner, then body wash, and even a body scrub and the hair oil you applied after getting out of the shower. He did it all himself. You didn’t lift a finger.

At some point, as the steam and Harry’s fingers and the lovely scents of all the products used on you, you managed to find your voice. “I...I think I lost my job today,” you said, then proceeded to tell him everything. You left nothing out, not a single detail, and Harry didn’t say a word, just listened to you recount your day, and all the frustrations that came with it.

You were in a fluffy pink robe by the time you finished. Harry stood behind you while he combed your hair, careful not to hurt you with each knot he de-tangled. Only when you were obviously done talking did he say something.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, moving your hair aside to kiss your jaw.

“Really?”

He nodded. “I...I’ve noticed that you go...above and beyond for people, but family can be a touchy subject for you, and I didn’t want to upset you by implying that your family relies on you a little too much. But after hearing all of that, I can’t help but think I should’ve said something sooner. Why didn’t you tell me about work?”

“I just thought I was working hard,” you said.

It was true. You never really complained to Harry about work or let on how much you were actually doing. And maybe it was subconsciously because you knew he felt a certain way about how your family treated you. If you looked back, you could see moments where his caution manifested. Cancelling a date or two to pick someone up at the airport, running late because a family member called you at the last minute asking for a favor. It was almost like your life wasn’t yours anymore, it was everyone else’s.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a long stretch of silence while Harry finished combing your hair. “For letting all of that affect our relationship and for earlier. I wasn’t mad at you, I promise.”

“I know,” he said. He kissed your jaw again, letting his lips linger this time. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

You felt like there was, but Harry didn’t seemed concerned about it, just concerned about you.

He went through your skincare routine, applying everything to your face with gentle fingers. With each cream and serum, he kissed you. On your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids, the corners of your mouth. Every inch of your skin was sealed with a kiss and the mumbling of, “I love you.”

Harry helped you dress in cozy clothes—your favorite sweatshirt of his and your softest sweatpants. And when he was done he led you downstairs where a pot of something was waiting on the stove.

“I didn’t know how to make the red sauce,” he admitted. And you blushed at the way you exploded at him for that. He wasn’t asking just because he was lazy or wanted you to make dinner for him, he just needed a little help.

As if he could read all the thoughts swirling in your mind, he kissed your rouged cheek. “But no matter. I made macaroni and cheese for us. Straight from the box.”

“Sounds delicious,” you said. And you meant it, just appreciative that he did so much for you.

Harry served you and poured you wine. He talked about his day and the cute dog he saw while stopping for coffee, all the while holding your hand. And when you were both done, he sent you upstairs to relax while he cleaned the kitchen, threatening to haul you up himself when you tried to take your bowl to the sink.

It was weird to lay in your bed and do nothing. Usually you worked or tried to get some things done for the wedding, but tonight, you just laid in bed and watched some reality show on the television mounted on the wall that faced your bed.

Harry came up a little while later, two mugs with something steaming in them in his hands. He handed on to you and kissed your forehead before setting his down on the night table on his side of the bed and sliding in next to you. You set yours down too, cuddling into his inviting warmth.

You immediately found a comfortable position, tangled in a way that said he wasn’t letting you stand up for a single thing, except for maybe using the restroom. Harry’s cheek was squished against yours, his hand tracing delicate patterns on your stomach while he kissed you whenever he felt like it. It was the most relaxed you’d ever been, you thought. The most at peace.

“I love you,” you whispered, his hands and warmth and endless supply of kisses lulling you to sleep.

“I love you too. Now go to sleep, lovie.

To be taken care of. To hear the promise of Harry doting on you now and the rest of your life in his voice was enough to put a smile on your face as you did just as he said.

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shotmrmiller · 13 days

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toni i am absolutely smashed rn and saw that u said we could rant in your inbox so here we go it will just be me gushing about how absolutely cool you are like ur account was one of the first i ever found after returning to tumblr since like 2015 and it’s really cool and you write so well and i’m GOBSMACKED that someone like you exists. hello?? beautiful. sunshine. stunning. the highlight of my day seein those lil toni drabbles on my page. embarrassing enoigh i was talking about cod with some irl friends and now we all read ur shit like a lil gaggle of groupies ha ha good stuff mwah never stop being so FREAKING cool (please accemt my proposal, i have ring pops you can have the green one it’s the best) also for the sake of sober me shhh pretend this never happened ok hve AN AMAZING!!! Day night morning evening afternoon.

peace, love, kyle garrick is so freaking sexy,

elle

take this simon art

sorry i scribbled out my oc ok i’m SORRY remember to hydrate and continue on being FREAKING beautiful 🥰🥰🥰💖

idk how to delete that man i’m so sorry i figured out how to delete that last image it was a picture of an apple if you wanted context maybe i should add it back okay no i won’t

anyway sometimes i think about how badly i want biblically accurate ghost to love me and then i think about how i would probably cry if he breathed on me and then gag the second man starts cookin shit like beans on toast?? the fuck is that.

over and up and out,

elle aka elle

YOU ARE SO COOL TONI THANK YOU FOR EXISTING GOOD LORD

i don't remember the last time i had a ring pop but i'll accept it so long we get eloped i don't want a big ol thing but if we dont go to herculaneum then our marriage will be nulled faster than kim k's with that big brute from the NBA.

kyle is so freaking sexy i agree. i don't use that word cuz it gives me the heebies but for you, since youre one drink/edible away from gazing upon a biblically accurate angel in the flesh. feathers? eyes??? he's A CRAZY SEXY BABE and i'd let him stalk me :}

and i also think about BA!simon a lot.

lmfaooooooo beans on toast comment has me screaming

and you're SO real for scarring him up. i need simon with jagged scars that have puckered edges and some of them pull some skin taut and--

you get my picture. that man is simply grotesque and it makes him all that more alluring. like yes king, tell me all about how you got those scars.

+ his like resting bitch face is what i'm here for.

incredible art wish i had that kind of talent but alas all im good at is getting bruised like a peach and throwing my arse in a circle for fictional men 😔

drink your water or you're gonna have one killer headache lmao.

all blues with no clues,

toni ❤️

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orphic-musings · 9 months

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Reminiscance and Rejuvination

Characters: Amanda (The Pig) x gn! reader, mentions of John Kramer (u can’t hve amanda without jigsaw)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Brief mentions of canon-typical violence

Summary: Amanda finds an old friend in a new face

Notes: First DBD fic yayyyy! I had the idea for this 104828377372 years ago and never finished writing it but I’m on a writing kick now so!!!! yippee! will definitely be writing more DBD stuff in the future!

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The killer camp is an unpleasant place to be, as always. It’s either too unsettlingly quiet, despite the many killers lurking about. Or too chaotic, like it is now. Just as Frank and Ghostie are about to start some… “extreme” game of tag, Amanda scurries out of the killer camp. She sits in her usual spot, a flat log, and stares out at the eternal, windless night. No insects chirr, no traffic or electricity hums. Just the occassional cawing of crows, the only ambience present in the void-like fog.

But a figure, barely distinct of the dark though not too far off, catches her eye. Their face is tilted up towards the clouded sky, and just between the tips of trees she swears she can see a sliver of moonlight cast upon their face. The figure disappears into the dark for a moment, then reappears, and Amanda realizes they are walking towards her. She scooches back into the shadows a bit more. They approach the log, and as if snapping out of a trance they suddenly step-back upon seeing her.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know this seat was occupied.” They say, a bit apprenhensive. Amanda can see their face a bit more now, weary and worn, but animated with something she can’t quite figure out.

“This is my spot,” she says, with more bark than she wanted. There is a stretch of cold silence. “But you can sit if you want.” There is enough space on the long log to have room between them as the person sits. A survivor, she realizes now. She’s probably sacrificed them before, but all the trials end up a blur, like faces in a dream.

“You’re the pig,” they say. Amanda whips her head toward them, feeling accused, but their face is calm and gentle, not at all threatening. She doesn’t want to let her guard down, she doesn’t want to appear as anything but scary and in control, especially to a survivor. She doesn’t say anything.

“It’s okay, I won’t hold any of the killing against you, not like any of us have a choice. The bear traps are pretty terrifying though, I have to admit.” A small bit of pride fills Amanda, they’re supposed to be cruel, she is supposed to be cruel.

“I know this place is hell, or some kind of eternal torture, but it is pretty here.” They look up at the trees, the tall tips like teeth in the gaping maw above.

“Sometimes you can catch the faint smell of pine in the air.” They close their eyes with their head titled upward and something stirs in Amanda. Something familiar.

It’s true, this place is some kind of hell. Punishment has no meaning when you can try again and again. People are only supposed to get one chance, one life. Just like him. Her jaw clenches, but when she looks back at the survivor she sees that expression again. The one that has tranquility and light, despite the horrors all around. The same expression he had.

“You remind me of someone.” She blurts suddenly, her voice soft. They turn to her curiously. “Someone from my past, my mentor. He was a good man. He believed people could be better, even the worst. He taught me how to appreciate life.” She admits. They smile at her gently.

“He sounds very wise, very strong.” She returns the smile a little.

“He was.” She looks up at the sky, and again, she swears a gleam of moonlight cuts through the dark. When she turns back to the survivor they are looking up too, inhaling and exhaling deeply. She admires them, and for once, she thinks she may have found someone who is actually good. Someone who doesn’t need teaching, who doesn’t need saving. If you meet again in a trial, letting you go seems like a good option, she thinks.

“Thank you for sharing your spot with me,” they say, smiling brightly at her. A foreign warmth fills Amanda as she watches you disappear again into the darkness. Looking back up at the sky she thanks John, for reminding her that life is precious, that there is good to be found. She is sure of that now.

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minervadashwood · 1 year

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You don't hve to answer this but in your throuple fic did they all get together at the same time or was there a couple first then they added the third? You're one of my favs!

Original throuple story

I think it went a little something like this:

[Implied smut. gn!reader. no dialogue]

Out on a run for the prison, post-Woodbury. Really, it's just a way to get away from the crowds, from the council, three best friends on the open road, a week-long trip.

You find a house to shelter for the night. All of you sitting on a couch with you in the middle, sharing some fire-roasted rabbit and dried fruit.

Rick puts his arm around you, resting on your shoulders, and at the same time he grips Daryl's upper arm, squeezing it and letting his fingers curl around the bowman's thick triceps. Daryl startles at first, but then sighs and takes a deep breath.

This...tension has been among you for a while now. It makes sense, given how the three of you have survived together, fought together, live together. Yet none of you have crossed the line to make it something more.

Is that what Rick wants? You're not sure, but you put a hand on each man's knee, rubbing their denim beneath your palms. Daryl's hand rests over yours, and you think he means to pull your hand away from him, but instead he holds it. By now, Rick's fingers have traveled from Daryl's arm to thread themselves in the hunter's hair. Rick's adjusts himself on the couch, slightly facing you then gripping your upper thigh in his free hand.

Daryl leans against your shoulder, kissing the crook of your neck as Rick still grips his hair. Then Rick kisses your temple. Each movement is a question, each reaction an answer.

You are most worried about Daryl, physical touch does not come easy to him, not hugs or handshakes, or even pats on the back. But he seems at ease beside you. Even more so when he turns your head toward him and kisses you.

The line crossed, boundaries forgotten, you meet Daryl where he is, kissing him back, but letting him guide you.Rick pulls you into his lap, and Daryl follows, briefly breaking your kiss so Rick can kiss him too. You watch the two men, trembling hands and lips as they kiss and moan beside you.

You're not left out for long. The three of you become a rotating mass of kisses and caresses. The instincts that have kept you alive work here, too. Rick's kisses are just this side of gentle, Daryl's more aggressive and sloppy. The sheriff has long mourned his wife and wants to be careful; the hunter has little experience and retains some of the compulsive aggression he's had since you'd met him.

There are talks, after, about how to tell the others, or whether to tell them at all. But what good is a new society without ridding it of constricting traditions and old ways of thinking. You've already redefined family, why not this, too? Why not live openly? Why not treasure this love you have for each other. The three of you know all to well how life and love can be cut short. You should make the most of what you have.

By the end of your trip, this new way of living is now normal. The three of you cuddled together at night, taking turns who gets to be in the middle, teasing each other for snoring, waking the nearest one with soft kisses.

Back home there are some whispers and wide eyes, but not any from those who share your cell block. Carl takes it in stride, as if the news might as well be as exciting as announcing it'll rain next Tuesday.

You catch Carol teasing Daryl, but she gives him a hug, too. Glenn and Maggie offer to share a few condoms from their stash in the tower. Even Hershel gives his tacit blessing by saying nothing. After all, even Soloman and David had many wives. At least he knows the three of you are good people, no matter how you decide to love each other. What matters is that you do.

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hopelessdelusional · 1 year

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part 2 of introductions!

and if you haven’t alr gotten the hint this is a bkg x reader

background information:

- see for me i see izuku in like the medical world like some sort of doctor and i could so see him be that stereotypical college kid who goes into the med world and is just. so sleep deprived and so depressed but is still like 😁this is my dream job!😁 bc if that doesn’t sum up him in the manga rn idk what does

- also!!! todoroki and izuku are dating so (normally i would do bakudeku but that’s not their destiny in this universe)

- speaking of shoto he’s still a nepo baby bc i think that’s funny but i think instead his dad is some big business man like steve jobs or smth and yn got him into modeling and that’s how he got her into photography bc he’s got money and connections

- iida is ofc the manager of shoto and helps yn out whenever he can, he’s got his shit together and he’s always looking out for his babies

-iida and ochako are together bc UGH they are so cute fight me

- and idk mans i see ochako as a teacher and i wanted to spice it up a bit and so yeah i came up with that, she seems like such a sweet soul and ughhhh she seems tough enough to handle kids even tho she’s still in college

- momo is also a nepo baby lmfao but she’s being smert abt it and investing that shit into like small businesses and helping run that shit and she’s just so girlboss and i love her

- her gf jiro loves her more tho, who’s in a chill band and she writes songs abt momo a lot :((( they’re so cute i love gay ppl i wish they were real

- hitoshi is so funny i love him and i honestly hve the same eyebags as him but anyways i so see him and yn being the closest they just have the same vibe but not??? idk how to explain you’ll see later but yeah they work together yk they’re like a package deal and i love their friendship so much they are literal platonic soulmates

- last but certainly not least yn!!! i love her so much arg arg arg she’s so silly and so me (lol) and she’s like THE gen z kid, she’s both the child and the mom friend and she has a lot of hopes and dreams and she’s getting at it!! she’s genuinely had such a good start to her career and legitimately making bank and gaining a LOT of popularity as a photographer,,,my baby :,,,,)

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bigpussysopranos · 14 days

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i wanted to write last saturday about campbells performance, how it was spring clarity &ease borne through effort (midwifed?) by opening and closing your eyes. i have been seeing so many cherry blossoms lately, i wanted to say how it was like a ballet or something, or water running over a sheet of glass that you can split and divert with your fingers but never stop, or cool polished quartz you can press your cheek against that makes you remember you are 99°f.

i am very glad i met her. i have trouble expressing myself to other people. i like using simple language because it is easier for me to say things that are true. i met her in october 2022 at her apartment. the apartment was set up like a cartoon femur, a long hallway with pockets of people on either end. in october 2022 i was 2 months out of a psychotic episode i hve never really fully healed from. i was paranoid and had forgotten how to relate to other people. i didnt plan to go, i had to write a paper and i was genuinely afraid of other people even though i wanted to be normal again so badly. however, my last minute costume was the joker so thats how she met me as. i think one time she said im like the youngest out of the 4 of us. i hope its not that im immature but that i was not really myself yet when i met all of you, but campbell the least of all. and that im still learning to be a person who can be close to other people and that im incalcuably grateful.

i admire a lot about campbell. i admire that she is a hard worker, even at the things she hates and are shitty to her. i admire that she is so open and connective. she is like a neuron that fires and hits everyone else and bursts into the web of impulse to go hang out. i would not be lucky enough to have the friends i have if i had never met her. the first time we met i did NOT help her clean up vomit even though i insincerely offered to (was not going to do that shit...) and she def saw right through it. and then we cried at attica -_-

i appreciate her so much but not in a way ive ever really vocalized. i like that she is such a hater (she's funny about it). i like that she is so open even though i still feel kind of alien about everything sometimes. she is so wonderful and talented and im so proud of her. watching her play was an honor. knowing that such a difficult time lead to the grace of the performance, looking around the room at everyone who was so proud of her and felt so special to be able to be there made me cry and i was NOT alone lol. shes a very loved person for good reason, shes wonderful and funny and epic and i hope she can see why everyones so proud. yayyy

#my second blogging moment ever probablZy #blogging

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Out East

A/N: First Logan Delos fic :)

Pairing: Logan Delos x GN!Reader

Content: Fluff, Rich Boy Logan doing Dumb Stuff ™️, Reader is sometimes illiterate when texting, Logan’s relapse, Ex Addict!Reader (Ambiguous addiction), Slightly Suggestive content

Synopsis: In which one wrong text gets sent all the way across to the West Coast and maybe you might just end up falling for him

POV: Kinda blurred since it’s most snippets of texting, but at the end it’s second.

10:43pm EST | 7:43pm PDT | 8/1/20XX

Y/N: You are an absolute ass and I cannot believe you could be that foolish. If I ever see you again I will castrate you on sight, do not ever cheat on anyone else ever again because I will be hunting you down if you hurt anyone else. From the darkest pits of my heart I want you to know that I despise every fibre of your being.

Unknown Number: Uh sorry do I know you?

Y/N: Cut the bullshit Nick, it’s not funny and it won’t get you out of this

Unknown Number: My name’s Logan and I’m definitely not a cheating piece of shit, while I may sleep with men and women quite a bit cheating is in my eyes disgusting

Y/N: Oh my god I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number

Logan: You’re fine, why don’t you talk to me a little more, get it off your chest?

3:28pm EST | 12:28 PDT | 4/12/20XX

Logan: What are you up to?

Logan: N/N, answer me I’m bored

Y/N: I’m at work Lo, can’t it wait?

Logan: We’ve barely spoken since New Year’s day, I wanna bug you more

Y/N: Co-depencdmcy isn’t a good look on you

Logan: Sunce when can’t you spell? Aren’t you an English major?

Y/N: I’m tryg nt two get caghut by my bss

Y/N: Shit

Logan: Aw sugar look at you, all lost and confused

Y/N: 🖕

1:53am EST | 11:53am PDT | 21/2/20XX

Y/N: Are you awake?

Logan: Yeah, why are you? I mean I know you’re from the city that never sleeps but come on. Be original

Y/N: I got fired

Y/N: I didn’t wanna tell you but I’ve blown through all my savings and I’m lost Logan

Y/N: Fuck I’m so scared Logan

Logan: Hold on give me a minute

Y/N: ?

*Logan has transferred $10,000 to Y/N’s Account*

Logan: That should keep you afloat for a while

Y/N: ?!

Y/N: What the fuck?! Where’d you get this money?! Howd you know my account number?! Logan!!!???

Logan: Relax, it’s not blood money or anything. I work for Delos, it’s family money and I don’t know your account number I paid because your phones connected to your account, it’s simple.

Y/N: Logan that’s far too much

Y/N: Take it back

Logan: You need it, besides my family won’t notice. Rather it help you out than go to waste. Put it towards bills, rent, groceries. Maybe even buy yourself a thing or two

Y/N: I hate you

Logan: Love you too baby

9:31pm EST | 6:31pm PDT | 18/3/20XX

Y/N: What are you having for dinner?

Logan: Probably just order a pizza

Y/N: Great idea

Logan: You haven’t eaten yet? Come on baby, you need to eat

Y/N: I was writing an article and got distracted, besides now we can have dinner together, if you wanna facetime..?

Logan: Sure thing sugar

6:45am EST | 3:45am PDT | 24/4/20XX

Logan: Sugar..?

Y/N: Lo, it’s so early what are you doing up?

Logan: Plese dont be md at me

Y/N: Talk to me, what happened?

Logan: I relsped nd my dad kcked me out ahain

Y/N: Oh Lo honey, talk me through it, what made you want to relapse?

Logan: ssters stupid fisnce mde a cmment on md ahain, how m alwys fcking up and i jst couldn’t take it. so i fond some of thm laying around and just did it, m sory sygr

Y/N: Hon, don’t be sorry okay? You’re okay. Relapses happen, it’s a true and unfortunate way of life. I’ve relapsed plenty of times before I fully recovered and now I’ve been sober for nearly 7 years. I’m gonna be here every step of the way okay?

Logan: oky, i love yoj

Y/N: I love you too Logan, you’re my best friend

Logan: no, nt just as a fridn. i love you. wanna get yu on top of me and hve you ride me. wnt u to fuck me unilt i cnt walk straihht

Y/N: Logan honey you’re high, you aren’t thinking properly at the moment

5:34pm EST | 2:34pm PDT | 23/5/20XX

Logan: Hey sugar?

Y/N: Hm?

Logan: Can we talk about something?

Y/N: Sure, what’s up?

Logan: So it’s almost been a month since, yknow, the relapse. I was wondering if we could maybe call tomorrow?

Y/N: Oh my god it is, we’re definitely celebrating tomorrow. You should be so proud of yourself Lo!!! This is a huge first step. We can call and group watch something on Netflix?

Logan: It’s a date

Y/N: 🤍

1:11pm EST | 10:11pm PDT | 6/6/20XX

Y/N: My boss is a dick oh my god I’m gonna off myself

Logan: Baby what’s up?

Y/N: I’ve pulled overtime 5 times this week and he’s asked me yet again on a fucking saturday night!!! All I wanna do is go curl up and die on my couch

Logan: Sounds like an asshole

Y/N: Not to mention he’s a huge perv and a misogynistic dick

Logan: Just tell him you’re not going to, if you get fired again then I’ll just send you some money, you shouldn’t have to worry about this shit

Y/N: Shit you’re amazing Lo

11:21pm EST | 8:21pm PDT | 17/7/20XX

Lo💚: Hey sugar, just got back from another Westworld trip so I’m all yours again

Y/N: Lo!!! I’ve missed you so much. I quit my job btw, can’t stand working in that environment anymore. So I’ve just been working on my novel and lounging at home

Lo💚: How are your savings going? Need some extra cash?

Y/N: Is this what having a sugar daddy is like?

Lo💚: Nah, having a sugar daddy would include me having you bent over. Since that’s not happening this is just two friends helping the other out

Y/N: If you keep talking about fucking me Im gonna hold you to that

5:34pm EST | 2:34pm PDT | 24/8/20XX

Lo💚: What are eating?

Y/N: This

Y/N: Happy four months Lo, I’m so fucking proud of you. You’ve done so well

Lo💚: Sugar.. you didn’t have to do that

Lo💚: Wait hold on someone’s at my door

Lo💚: I totally forgot I told you my address, oh my god sugar this is too much

Y/N: It’s a big day Lo, I’m gonna celebrate every single milestone for you. Just like my family did for me

6:27pm EST | 3:27pm PDT | 19/9/20XX

Lo💚: I miss you

Lo💚: If we worked together I’d have you cockwarm me while I did my paperwork

Y/N: LOGAN

Lo💚: It’s true, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I want you, all to myself. I don’t do affection, I don’t do any of this shit but you, I wanna do it for you

Y/N: Let’s just.. wait until we meet in person

Lo💚: So we’re definitely going to see one another in person?

Y/N: Fuck

9:14am EST | 6:14am PDT | 7/10/20XX

My Man: Howd you sleep?

Y/N: Lo, you don’t need to wake up early to talk to me

My Man: I woke up from a nightmare, wanted you. What’s your plans for today?

Y/N: Don’t think I’m not gonna ask abo it the nightmares Lo, but as far as my plans go, seeing as I no longer need to work because my best friend has been providing for me. I’m gonna work on my novel, wanna write at least 5K today. Maybe go to the gym? I need to get going regularly, watch some tv, I also need to get some groceries delivered, double check my security system, the usual.

My Man: The nightmares were just the same as always. But why do you need to double check the security?

Y/N: My neighbours apartment got broken into. Sent me into a spiral so I’m double checking to be safe

My Man: Yknow I got a place in New York, penthouse apartment up in Central Park West. Why don’t you move in there?

Y/N: Why wiuld you have a place in New York?

My Man: Thinking about moving their, they wanna expand Delos and I’ve got something for me in New York. My family all thinks I’m a failure anyway, if I came to the east coast I’d have you. So move into the penthouse, set it up for us

Y/N: Lo… that’s far too much

My Man: It’s not, I told you. I want you, when I come to New York I want you waiting for me. I’m shit at expressing my feelings, I’ve always been the disappointment. When I got into drugs my family only cared cause it ruined their image. I’m going to come for you baby

12:20pm EST | 9:20am PDT | 3/11/20XX

Y/N: Happy birthday baby

My Man: What did you call me?

Y/N: Baby, you call me sugar all the time I thought maybe I’d try it

My Man: God I love you, so fucking much. Just wait, as soon as I can I’m coming to you sugar

11:34pm EST | 8:34pm PDT | 25/12/20XX

Y/N: I’m so tired, merry christmas baby

Baby Boy: Merry christmas sugar

Y/N: Did you get my present?

Baby Boy: Yes I did, I loved it. You’re an excellent writer, so proud of you for getting published

Y/N: You made it happen, how’s the Delos Christmas party?

Baby Boy: It sucks, but the old man gave me the green light for opening a department in New York so guess who’s gonna be seeing you very very soon darling?

Y/N: Oh my god!! I’m so excited, I can’t wait to see you Logan

You were waiting excitedly in the airport, bouncing on your toes as you waited to catch a glimpse of Logan. When he had messaged you before his flight all you could think of was finally being in his arms. Logan had sent you a lot of photos before and your favourites were when you could see his lean figure. He was healthy and pretty muscular all things considered. When you were helping him get sober you suggested started going to the gym. Since you suggested it he’s been going four times a week and it suits him.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist covering you eyes. It pulled you from your head and you knew exactly who it was. A pair of lips kissed your neck gently and it was warm, as well as slightly wet.

“Guess who sugar?”

You turned around, jumping in Logan’s arms and nearly tackling him to the ground. Hands made their way to his face and you pulled his lips towards you. If you weren’t in public you’re sure both of you would have torn each other’s clothes off then and there.

“Let’s get your stuff, get to the apartment and show each other how excited we are huh?”

The statement had Logan hardening against you. He nodded and you both rushed off to find his luggage. After getting in the car his hand had dashed to your leg, holding you in any form possible. Logan lived for the contact and he was going to hold on to you forever.

#logan delos x reader #logan delos #logan delos fluff #logan delos comfort #ben barnes characters #ben barnes #ben barnes imagine #westworld imagine #westworld #delos

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saintqueer · 8 months

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after some of the worst weeks of my life, im having my first actually good day in ages. everything has been going right today, it feels like i'm having insane luck or something. the tire guy fixed my car for free, i found the perfect bridesmaid dress without hating my body, and i FINALLY got my new adhd meds after 3 weeks of continual insurance denials so now i hve adhd meds for the first time in well over a year. i have friends coming over tonight. i'm just kind of shocked and amazed to be experiencing this after the horrible week i had when i literally wanted to stop existing hourly. it's just felt like the perfect day where i interacted with people that made me feel like oh there are good humans in the world and i was successful at the things i tried to do in a way that made the world not feel quite so scary. anyways, i just wanted to share. i hope this day even tho it won't last will shift something in me so i continue to feel more myself even when it's not as easy

#not proofing this bye lol too lazy #so if there are tons of mistakes whatever

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adotham-1776 · 24 days

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ok, so this might sound dumb, but it midnight, and once again im lonely.

How the hell do people have "best friends"? like actual ride-or-die friends. Because I have friends, but like, casual friends. I dont even know how to make good friends. But even my casual friends arent like good friends.

And, a lot of this is on me. I have trouble reaching out, so when I switched schools, i stopped interacting with my friends as much, because thats just normal for me. They are still my good friends, thats just kinda how I opperate? I get busy with school, or volleyball, and forget I have actual human friends for a while.

Like, I'm moving back to my old school, so I have been trying to reach out to my friends from that school. And, ngl, this is mostly my fault, because I have not talked to them much, but they wont respond. And its not like they are doing anything malicious, its just that they hve other things to do. when we stopped talking, they found someone else, and now im left kinda waiting? Like, they dont even respond? They just leave me on read. And like, I get that people have lives, but i am reaching out, and they arent responding. So I text them again, maybe they respond, maybe not.

And heres the thing. I may be busy, but I will ALWAYS respond, and I am always there. So like, when I have to send double or triple texts? It kind of hurts.

Like even the people that i was REALLY good friends with, they just have better things to do, and It kind of sucks.

And I need some friends right now. It would just be nice to have people to talk to, but most of the people I know are basicaly casual acquaintances. Which kind of sucks. I just feel like I have no meaningful relationships.

anyways, if you need a friend, hit me up. I can be dry, but I will respond, and I can sometimes be fun.

#vent post #friendship problems #friends #lonely #looking for friends

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Hello I love your blog so much and I was curious- how do you think Teen Gohan coped with the fact he killed someone? Specifically his father. After the Cell Saga of course. Like would he hve preferred he was dead instead of Goku?

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Hey, thank you so much! And sorry I didn't get around to this sooner, it has been stewing on the back of my mind for ages and I wanted to draw something for it but couldn't come up with anything concrete...

ANYWAYS

I am very, very torn on interpretations for this tbh and swing many ways. I've read all the fanfiction and seen all the fanart, from Gohan being basically on the verge of suicide (I don't like those fics, but I've read them) to Gohan being overjoyed because he hated his father apparently (I, unfortunately, liked those at one point...) to Gohan having normal reactions and everything in between. Depending on my mood and the goal I want to accomplish in a story, the way I prefer he react changes. I also think many different interpretations sound more or less canon; I don't really have a staunch canon interpretation.

That being said, if you were to ask me right now I'd probably say...well, even now I'm torn XD My brain is thinking a few things:

He was fine, albeit a bit guilty at times. Goku made it clear to him during the Cell Saga fight that it wasn't his fault, that Gohan should direct his anger to Cell instead, that Goku was having a lot of fun with King Kai, etc. And it's true that without Gohan, the Earth wouldn't have been saved. And Gohan has lots of other support in his life: Chichi, Piccolo, Krillin primarily but also the others, and they would beat him up the moment they notice he's blaming himself again. So I think he mostly thinks about his father in a positive light: reminiscing on good times, feeling nostalgic, appreciating his father for protecting him, especially on Namek against Freiza (which seems to have impacted Gohan the most), and just generally thinking fondly of Goku, not having it tainted by memories of the Cell Games.

He felt guilty, but hid it well. This comes out in some DBZ games I think...there was that one game that had Cell come back and Gohan got angry at Cell, telling him he killed Goku, but Cell threw it back at him, and Gohan got angrier but clearly still beat himself up for it. In DBZ Kakarot, Piccolo calls Gohan out for still blaming himself for his dad's death, and Gohan decides to keep the Super Saiyan hair for a while to process his dad's death and his new role as protector. I think this Gohan channels his guilt into trying to be the new protector of Earth (in a self-destructive way, like "why can't I be stronger?" or "I have to be stronger so that doesn't happen again" kind of way), except that just makes him uneasy because Gohan's not like Goku and taking on the burden of being Earth's sole protector is a lot for him.

Gohan does say something like "I wish it would've been me" right after Goku dies. So I think it's plausible that this feeling comes back time to time, but I see this feeling coming back for any of the survivors (I'm sure Krillin's felt the same multiple times for multiple people).

Sorry for the essay LOL but those are my thoughts! Hope I answered your question and thanks again for the ask (and sorry for the long wait!).

Oh, to add: Gohan doesn’t like killing people, but Gohan has killed before. I don’t really know what Gohan thinks about the people he killed, but a lot of them were grunts and a lot of it was in self-defense -- I don’t think it keeps him up at night. Or maybe it does? I don’t have concrete interpretations for this, but part of me thinks it’s just par for the course of being an overpowered half-Sayian forced to protect his friends and save the world against genocidal villains...

#asks #this was SUCH a loaded question omg #in a good way #but wow i have no coherent thoughts

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RWBY: Favorite Characters

When it comes to characters from Rwby, I have a small list I hold close to my hearts, in other words, people that I like seeing on screen sometimes more than others.

Now most people have watched the series for years, and have tight opinion on characters, but I love how unique the appearance characters is and how they tie to the plot.

So for this post, I thought I speak on my top five faves.

1. Mercury Black

Crazy to think that some Murderer’s son was going to be the first character that I liked.

Even funnier was, when I first watched the show, I thought that they wouldn’t put a character with some dead dad in the show, and five seconds later is Cinder and Emerald meeting this crazy boy who just straight killed his father.

What a legend in my opinion. But as soon as I saw that he was heading to Vacuo, I pretty much made the same expression as Emerald when he left, I pray that he shows in Volume 10, I don’t even care if he good or evil, I just want to see this cynical soul again.

“Ahem” Moving on.

2. Oscar Pine

This kid pretty much was the world’s punching bag, all because Ozpin lived inside his head rent free, and while I like Ozpin, Oscar stole my heart with his earnst nature and the fact that he went on to face so much to aid Ruby and her friends.

Even better was the fact that he was such a character, that Team JOYRide wasn’t just going to abandon him, even when Jaune, Yang, and Ren were all working through their own issues.

General Ironwood saw that Oscar was going to give him the information that he wanted and needed to be taken out for it, hell even Cinder said that Oscar was right at the end of Volume 8, so please come on the evidence of a great character is there.

Finally, I also love the ship Rosegarden, and the fact that the dynamic between Oscar and Ruby is really fun to watch. The fact that they grow together as friends and characters, the fact that they both lean on each other, the fucking fumble before Oscar goes to confront Ironwood! Let me tell you, I could write a small essay, if I had the time.

Well time to move on again, cause I definetly don’t hve time for that.

3. Cinder Fall

Now I know that everyone hates this character, that everyone depises her, but I love the idea of Fallen characters, the fact that Cinder is the true embioment of such a complex concept.

Even though her backstory arrived late, and the fact that she had failed so many times, its the fact that Cinder is meant to keep falling, she’s meant to keep being Cinderella, even though she no longer has evil stepsisters, she traded one stepmother for another.

Cinder has earned scars, burns, even a grimm limb for all the things that she had failed to achieve. People say that Cinder has no growth, but the fact that Cinder still has to kill, still has to betray, it shows that she has change, for the worse. The fact that she changed her mindset, only to be kicked down for all that can’t do.

Emerald is one of the few characters that cared about her, and because Cinder killed the only other person that ever felt that way about her, she changed herself to never put herself through something like that again, which is why she probably treats Emerald the way she does. Its all in the sense of mentality.

Time to get to the next character, no need to drag this now.

4. Winter Schnee

God in Heaven help me, why did RT have to make such an interesting woman.

I mean I have trouble picking a character that I like in a show, but Winter fit my description of a hardworking character. She truly reminds me of Jean (Genshin Impact), a woman who goes to lengths, working far harder than she needs to.

But Winter of course is different, like her younger sister, she specializes in Glyhs and the fact that they don’t use heavy weapons. Instead going for more smaller bladed swords, and making every attack count in the long run.

She also teaches the lesson of how hard it is choose duty over family. Even though she loves her family, she still chooses her job over and over again. The fact stands that when she fought against Ironwood, and the fact that Penny chose her to take the winter maiden powers, it was easy to see how much this was going to effect.

At the end of Volume 8, she had to face everyone, including what was left of her family, seeing that Oscar, Emerald, Nora, and Ren were what was left of everyone that she knew.

I bet you she even blames herself for letting Jaune fall.

At the end of the day, she was showed to be such a regal character, that still had the flaws to balance her just perfectly.

Now time for the final faverite of mine.

5. Roman Torchwick

Surprise, Surprise.

Bet you weren’t expecting that. I have to say I wasn’t either, the earlier volumes are my favorite for the fact that I love watching the first episode over and over again for my own amusement.

My personal watching rule is “If I can watch the first episode over and over again, than its a good series”, and since this rule works for both Rwby and Ouran Host Club, I think I’m in the clear here.

So, to the point Torchwick brought something amazing to the show, showing up in all of his mysterious glory, even if early him was rough around the edges.

I liked the fact that Neo and him worked together, bouncing their attack patterns and even their team skills together.

Also the fact that him being caring about her until the end was touching.

Him coming back in Volume 9 was what broke my heart though, like it was lovely to see him doing his thing again, but at the end of the day we all knew that it was an Illusion that he wasn’t coming back to us.

But I loved every second while he was on, and the way that he left was so touching. A departure for the ages.

Well thats the end of this long post, thank you all for reading.

An here’s a final hug to all that read this post.

#RWBY #Oscar Pine #Mercury Black #Cinder Fall #Roman Torchwick #Winter Schnee

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