#i cant draw a fight for the LIFE of me. just imagine its there- i swear they fought just trust me.
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So, would the Soulgrave version of chapter 3 happen because Noelle opened a dark fountain in Kris's house while they were trying to exorcise her?
In a way, yes.
#i cant draw a fight for the LIFE of me. just imagine its there- i swear they fought just trust me.#soulgrave#deltarune chapter 2#kris#noelle#toriel#snowgrave#deltarune au#chiller#chiller noelle
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michael myers - mike wheeler
warnings : smut, choking, knife kink, mask kink, threatening, daddy kink, oral (m receiving) sex,
you heard a bang as your front door slammed shut, instantly getting your attention as you shot up from your bed. you knew youd locked your door before getting into bed and the only person with a key was your parents but they werent due home until tomorrow morning.
slowly creeping around the corner of your bedroom door you peaked out to see nobody. the hallway was completely empty. so you grabbed the closest thing to you, a pink hair brush, and made your way into the living room. once again seeing nothing.
your hand fell to the side as you sighed to yourself. maybe you were just way too tired and imagining things you thought before you turned and caught a glimpse of the white mask before youd felt two hands reach around you, grabbing your mouth to silence you and your waist to hold you against them.
you tried as hard as you could to fight them off, not even knowing who it was that had grabbed you until you heard the familiar laugh of your boyfriend as he let you go.
“baby its just me!” he lifted the michael myers mask to reveal the very amused grin on his face and you shook your head at him.
“mike! you scared me to death!” you told him, using your hair brush to hit the side of his arm.
“if i was a real intruder id definitely have had to kidnap you.” he said, using the knife he was holding to motion to your clothes. or lack of.
as youd been in bed you were literally in just a small pink thong and a t hoodie youd stolen from him. you roll your eyes, moving closer to him as his arms wrap around you and you pull the mask back down over his face.
“you look hot.” you told him and heard a laugh from under the mask.
“you want me to fuck you like this?” he jokes but quickly notices as your eyes change at words. “oh you do.. you want me to put this knife against your throat and make you beg for you life?”
“mikey.” you whisper out, barely being able to find your voice over the shock you were in from your boyfriends words. youd always had a thing for the masked character after watching the movie with mike, and hearing your boyfriend speaking this way was doing something to you.
his hand reaches out and grips onto your throat, pinning you against the wall as he presses the knife above his hand. “what baby?” he asks and you cant even think, never mind speak to reply to him.
“you better start talking or im gonna have to make you, and im sure you dont want that do you princess?” he asks, moving the knife to trail down your tummy causing a whine to slip from your lips. “oh maybe you do.. hm? you like how my knife feels against your pretty skin?”
“mikey please..” you whine and he laughs, shaking his head at your reaction.
“god youre such a whore. i bet you loved how you felt when you thought i was someone else hm? did it make your little pussy wet to think about me forcing this knife into your skin.. making you beg for your life?”
your breath fell from your lips in a scattered fashion as your chest rise and fell quickly. you couldnt even imagine about how wet you were right now. your cheeks were reddening as he spoke to you.
“go on princess, beg.” the knife was pointed in to your skin, pushing hard enough to draw a little blood on to it.
“please mike-please dont kill me. you can do anything you want to me.” you pleaded and you could practically feel his smirk as he pressed a leg between your aching thighs.
“i know i can but its cute of you to remind me.. now shut the fuck up and go sit on the bed.” he ordered and you quickly did as he told.
you sat on your knees on the bed, facing him as he walked over to you with a smirk. his hand palmed himself through his pants as he made his way over, your mouth almost watering at the sight.
“you wanna suck my cock?” he asks and you nod your head, already desperate to please and he chuckles. “good slut.”
he undoes his pants, leaving them around his thighs before he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your face to meet with his already hard dick.
“suck. now”.
you immediately take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before your head dips lower taking in more of him.
he groans as your cheeks hollow, and you look up at him.
“fuck.” he grunts out, pushing your head down to choke on his cock. “good fucking girl gag on my cock.”
you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as he continued. mike was always pretty dominant but never normally this rough.
he drags you off and your head up to meet his mask. “you want me to cum down your slutty little throat before i slit it open? hm is that what you want little whore?” he asks and you practically whimper.
“please daddy.” you nod and he pushes you back down, you latching back onto his cock instantly.
he holds you hair again, fucking into your face due to his desperate state now. he twitches in your mouth before spilling down your throat and you swallow without hesitation.
“thank you daddy.” you smile up at him, attempting to rub your thighs together for some release.
“stand.” he orders and you scramble to your feet in front of him and with no warning he rips off your top and drags down your underwear. “so fucking gorgeous, id be insane not to want to cut your pretty little throat wouldnt i? hm?” he asks and you nod.
“stupid little slut.” he laughs before pulling you to sit on his lap, his cock directly below your aching cunt.
“what do you want baby? tell me what you want.” he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and you sigh.
“i want you to fuck me please.” you almost moan just at the thought he nods.
“go on then princess, maybe if youre good i wont have to kill you, hm? ill keep you around as my own little toy.” he questions and you dont even answer.
you quickly sink down on his cock, moaning out loudly as you finally feel him inside of you. “mikey oh my god.” he groans, gripping at your hips and forcing you to move.
you bounce up and down as he uses a hand to grab at one of your boobs. “youre so fucking gorgeous.” he grunts and you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his mask. “and so so cute.” his hand trails up your back to tug at your hair.
“daddy im close.” you moan out, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.
“already?” he asks with a laugh and you whine. his hand comes into contact ith your soft cheek and you cry out.
please please”
“hold it.” he spits, his nail digging into your hip as he begins to thrust up into you, helping both of you to get closer.
“fuck mikey harder please.” you whine, your lip catching between your teeth.
his free hand grabs your throat, fingers tightening around it as he fucks you both to your highs.
“go on princess show me how disgusting you are. cum all over my cock.” he tells you and you cum immediately, your nails dragging over his clothed chest as you moan loudly, screaming his name over and over.
“fuck.” he grunts, as he lets go of your throat letting you fall against him as the two of you come down, breathing heavily for a few minutes.
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as u can tell, i’m excited for halloween :) feel free to make halloween themed requests pls !!
masterlist here
#stranger things#smut#mike#wheeler#mike wheeler x reader smut#mike x reader#mike wheeler x reader#slasher!mike wheeler#michael myers#mask kink#knife kink
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I googled the Belladonna of Sadness and: “To take revenge, she makes a pact with the Devil himself who appears as an erotic sprite and transforms her into a black-robed vision of madness and desire.” (Femto, the blessed king of longing) “The spirit visits Jeanne once again and rapes her in exchange for more riches“ (Gennon and Griffith) ”the baron offers to make Jeanne the second-highest noble in the land, but she refuses, saying she wishes to take over the entire world.” (Ok Miura HAD to have seen this, right? Wtf…Griffith…)
omg if you havent watched it check it out, check it out, check it out!!!!!
i think i read somewhere that Miura was inspired by it in writing Berserk? but i cant say that with full confidence...
but the parallels!!! the story goes even deeper than what you said! its been almost a year since ive watched it, so my memory of it is not 100%, but ill talk about what i can remember!
(spoilers ofc)
it contains incredible artwork and its set in pre-revolution France(remind you of another manga berserk was inspired by?) and it talks about a beautiful woman- The Most Beautiful Woman Alive!!!- who has just gotten married to the love of her life! but the marriage can only be made legal by the king/ the baron of the lands(an aristocrat of sorts i dont recall properly) who immediately as he sees her, takes her and rapes her. what should have been the happiest night of her life spent with her lover, is spent being defiled, helpless as she is to fight her fate; a poor powerless woman against the all powerful aristocrat. she becomes someone else; traumatised and desperate and her husband cannot look at her the same anymore. but amid all the grief regarding what was taken from her and how she was changed, arises a new emotion: rage. she wants power. she wants vengance. for every petal of hers that was wilted, she wants to birth a new thorn.
now if you're trying to draw parallels, ig this can be a perfect parallel with griffith getting tortured by the king. the helplessness and the toll of it all. the way how it affects his decision-making in the series.
but now as our beautiful woman is stuck in her bottomless desparate anguish, a new character appears before her: a small evil spectre! he looks her straight in the eyes and says. i am you. and you are me. give everything you have to me and i will grant you what you wish for: a chance to make things even. she is poor, she has nothing to give. so the spectre takes her body. defiles her the same way. and she is granted success. she is granted money. her husband and her reap the benefits of her new powers. now the aristocrat is feeling threatened by her status, tries to appease her-offers her lands and riches beyond a simple commoners imagination. but she, unbothered, responds:"money? lands? im not interested in something as small as that, beacuse im going to take over the world." appalled by her ambition, the aristocrat orders she be exiled as a witch, never to return. this whole time the spectre just grows bigger and bigger. stronger and stronger. the more she hates and gains and succeeds, the louder it roars. the more angry and resentful she becomes, the hungrier it grows. its goal: to break her strong spirit piece by piece, little by little. and when she is exiled and thoroughly broken, it reveals himself: he is actually the devil. he asks: what do you crave? he knows what she wants: power. she asks him to make her into a devil, into a wicked, ugly, wrathful woman who will strike fear into the hearts of anybody who crosses her. she doesnt want to be desirable anymore. her beauty was her cage, her curse. and thats what the specter does. transforms her into an all powerful demon.
but as she aweakens from the transformation, she notices that she has become lovlier, more desirable than she ever was before, an otherworldly, overwhelming type of beauty. she anguishes over this. asks for explanations. she wanted to be terrible, scary and full of rage and anger. to this, the devil responds: "who says that anger and rage cannot be beautiful?"
in berserk, this could be a parallel with the godhand offering griffith his option to sacrifice at his lowest point, and griffith's transformation into a devil -femto- and later into an otherworldly beauty - neo-griffith. there is nothing lovely or lovable left in him anymore, but he is the most lovely and beloved character by everyone in the show after his neo-griffith transformation. his power knows no equal and he strikes fear into the hearts of all who dare cross him. nothing will ever touch him again and nothing will ever be taken from him again, unless he wills it.
so she lives in exile, her otherworldly powers making her a diety of sorts, one people love and worship. one day, her husband, mad at himself and sick with love for her, goes to her to ask for her forgiveness. he couldn't save her when she needed him, and he couldn't protect her when she was taken from him, so all he does is ask for forgiveness. and amid her power-hungry, hatered spinning days of rage, she blooms with love for him, everything else thrown aside or forgotten. he was all she had ever wanted once after all. they fall into each other, one last time before tragedy strikes.
the aristocrat, terrified of her, her power, the support people gave her, orders for her to be burned at the stake. as the flames overwhelm her and she cries out one last time, the people witnessing the scene, cry out in uproar. they kill the king, avenge her and become a lingering flame in the calamitous fire of the french revolution. even though she is no longer there, she achieves exactly what she wanted- vengence against those who wronged her, and world domination, as the uproar from her tragedy, is what kickstarts the world to change.
now the whole parallels with griffith i made clear in italics, but there i dont think that thet is where the parallels with berserk end. there is another character, whose case could be argued, might have been inspired by this movie: casca. the unfortunate fate of the woman, the defilement and heartbreak she experiences because of conditions she cannot control, her story is drowning in them. i believe, if Miura was indeed inspired by this movie, that casca's story takes root in this unfortunate fate this character suffers through, but the only element present in casca's story is the heartbreak and pain, the rage and vengeance part is yet to be seen.
this movie seems to overlap both of these characters journeys, emotions and characterisations. if i have made a post about their alikeness before, this movie would be the main thesis for it. they switch roles and imagery within this "belladonna" character to the point where you cant make a case for one without mentioning the other. he becomes a demon, she becomes a witch. he falls in desperation, she falls into her lover's arms. he takes over the world, she gets burned at the stake. he gets the purpose, she gets the tragedy.
overall, berserk or not, belladonna of sadness is a beautiful story and 100% worth the watch. it contains some of my favourite lines of dialogue and scenes ive ever seen in animated media. its experimental and different, but man, isnt it captivating. WATCH IT!!!
#belladonna of sadness#is a story about the role of women in the french revolution. they were the first ones to rise to the occasion. this movie is an ode to that#kanashimi no belladonna#berserk#griffith#casca#sorry for the rant#if you dont want spoilers dont read after the (spoilers) part#my posts#berserk meta
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Hi hun I saw your angst prompt list and idk if you're still doing those but if you are can I have prompt 1 or 6 for Sanemi?
If you don't wanna do it, it's fine!
Angst Prompts "Maybe in another life we'll be together" + "I'm not her/him/them. I dont think I ever will be"
Warnings: Mentions of death and violence; mutual pining and one-sided relationship; mild profanity; gender-neutral reader (they/them and you).
Type: ANGST
A/N: Your request is my command! Thank you for my first ask! I'll do you one better...I'll do both! Though it might not be what you're thinking.
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Sanemi never imagined himself falling for someone, there were very few people who he actually opened up to and trusted. Most of the time his dedication to his job was seen as his downfall.
Even as a Pillar, there was no guarantee of life in this job.
He knew that, though he was reluctant to the aspect of trying himself down to a domestic life, especially since there was a chance he could leave that person. Not by natural causes either.
"All the more reason to live life like you're dying right? Since we don't know when we'll draw our last breath...its obvious we have to living fulfilling lives until then!" You had told him, and you just pissed him off.
You were reckless.
Fearless.
Spitting Death in the face.
Only to look at him smugly every time when you returned from a mission, bloody and bruised, with that devil-may-care grin. "Well, looks like I'm stuck seeing your ugly mug again!" You smirked at him.
Everyone knew of the tension that resided between the two of you, the underlying feelings that made your cruel words meaningless when compared to your actions.
Sanemi was in denial.
There was no way he was in live with you.
He couldn't be.
You were just someone who happened to get on his nerves, and someone he happened to be protective of when things were cutting it too close.
You were more in tune with your feelings though.
Aware that the wind Pillar hated you more than anything, but utterly and irrevocably in life with him yourself, hiding it under airs and smirks you knew would piss him off. So, it was probably because of his pride that he refused to notice your actions being anything beyond trying to annoy him. Or his head was too far up his ass like his ego.
So it took one mission.
One mission out of how many that you were paired together. Years of "rivalry" only to come down to one mission.
Sanemi was on your left, chest heaving and bleeding.
You were holding your nichirin blade, looking as messed up as Sanemi felt. This demon was proving to be a problem, two hours of fighting it to turn up with no results and no way of killing it.
"This is pointless! Fuck!" He grunted.
You looked at him.
Sanemi was the kind of person who'd fight till the end, never letting up once, that's what you admired about him. He didn't want to tell you but, he was so bleeding so badly he would soon die. Instead stubbornly insisting to fight, despite his fatal injuries.
"Hey! Sanemi!"
"We gotta kill this thing!"
"Sanemi!"
"I cant move!"
"SANEMI FUCKING LOOK AT ME!"
"WHAT?!
It must have been the look in your eyes, because his widened, you activated your (breathing technique). Stepping in front of him, "Live Sanemi!"
A few seconds later there was a flash of light, and he heard the sound of bone and sinew crunching.
He looked up to see the demon fade, and you on the other side, but he knew there was something wrong when you turned towards him...with a pained smile.
"(Name)! Hey! You idiot! Why'd you do that? That form is dangerous?!" He yelled at you, catching you when you legs threatened to buckle and held you close.
As he scolded you for being reckless you removed your hand from your torso.
Blood seeped into your haori, and you put your hand on his cheek to stop him from yelling.
"Shut up for five seconds!"
"What the-?"
You smiled again, this time a real one. And Sanemi started to tear up, he could fe your body growing cold...could hear the last beats of your heart.
"Why wouldn't you let it strike me? You're a fucking idiot!"
"Don't waste tears on me Sanemi!"
You leaned upwards, and he craned his head towards you, "I love you, Sanemi. I have for a while now. But I guess the universe says we're not meant to be!"
He wasn't fazed in the slightest by your confession, more the finality of the tone, "No! Don't talk like that! I'll drag your ass to Shinobu and she can help!"
You shook your head, "I'm beyond saving!"
"You want to leave me now...is that it?! God, I get everybody dies...but you cant fucking leave me now! Not after saying that!" He yelled, gripping you tighter as if that would keep you there...honestly his grip started to hurt.
But you did nothing to stop him, the hurt felt better than his denial to accept that you were leaving.
"Are you going to say it back so I can die in peace?" You grinned, it was painful to do but worth it when his face scrunched up.
He scoffed, amusing you.
"Hey...you can have my blade!" You laughed and handed him your nichirin blade.
"STOP! Stop talking like that!" He was crying but laughing in the same breath, as if delirium caught up with him.
"Maybe in another life we'll be together! I love you...," You smiled, kissing him with bloody lips and suddenly...your body went limp in his grasp.
He choked back the sob...whispering "I love you too" back to a corpse as he gripped your lifeless body.
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A few years later, he got married. While he loved his wife, he still mourned your loss, a love that he never got to pursue because if his own stubbornness.
But he was fulfilling what you told him.
To live.
And by that, you meant have a life, fall in love and get married. You knew your death was coming, so one line from you and he was doing as you asked.
He had told his wife about you, not the part about where he had been catastrophically in love with you...and still was after all these years.
His wife always got the feeling that there was something he wasn't telling her.
In another room of their estate he had your sword displayed along with your shrine, and while he never said to not to touch your blade...she always got the feeling that she shouldn't touch it.
One night...her curiosity got the better of her.
She went into the room and knelt by the shrine to pay homage before staring at the beautiful blade, that she had often seen her husband tend to daily like a ritual.
She observed it and noticed that there was ribbon around the hilt with a small piece of paper hidden.
She took the paper out and read it.
Sanemi seemed to notice her absence from bed and decided to look for her, finding her in the shrine room and asking, "What are you doing up so late?"
She handed him the note with a sad smile, he instantly recognized the handwriting and looked back up at the woman who loved him so much...who he was doing so wrong by being in love with another. It was his stupid fault.
He couldn't even look at her.
She laughed softly and put her hands on his cheeks, "I'm not them, Sanemi. I dont think I'll be ever in your eyes!"
He looked down and whispered, "I'm sorry!"
She nodded, leaning up on her toes to kiss his forehead, "I know...me too!"
As she walked out of the room, he sank to his knees and cradled your blade, feeling like love was lost altogether.
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#demon slayer drabbles#demon slayer#kny#sanemi x reader#sanemi angst#demon slayer angst#sanemi shinazugawa#kimetsu no yaiba#angst prompts#anime
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Hellowww hellowwww✨🧡
Hope you are doin alright✨
I am not sure if I asked you this before, but what are your favorite Fox headcannons or thoughts on him?
Also sour jogurt or sweetened with fruits?
i'm doing good!!! hope you are too??? i havent been on here so much recently. but i'm back in force today. i'm a year older and ✨procrastinating✨as usual
is jogurt the one you drink? i'll be honest i am not a big yogurt fan and i've never really liked the ones you drink. i used to favour like greek yogurt and i'd mix in honey. or sometimes papaya or cherry flavour. or passionfruit!!! but then like. about a year ago every time i had a yogurt i got majorly ill, like vomiting, and its really put me off them. after like the 3rd time i have not been able to stomach the thought of eating yogurt on its own lol. i do love a yogurt dip/sauce tho. raita my beloved.
i absolutely do have thoughts on Fox, i do not talk about him enough. i talk about it a bit here but here is a bit of a rundown:
so i think that Fox acts pretty apathetic and isn't particularly showy with his love, but i think that a intense love for his brothers pretty much underpins all that he is. the intense weight of responsibility and leadership is a big one, i dont think that fox likes being a leader, i think that he takes on that role in order to save his brothers from it. he has to be the best and he has to carry that load because if he doesnt, who else will? he cant imagine anyone ever actually wanting that.
i think that he is a very unreliable narrator when it comes to his own flaws. pretty much: i think that he is absolutely convinced that he is a terrible person. i think that he sees jango in himself and he is terrified of that. he hates jango for what he did to his brothers and he is convinced that jango was beyond saving. that he was evil, and never could have been any better. he wants his brothers love but he doesnt feel deserving of it because in his own eyes, fox may as well be jango. he pretty much projects all his hate for jango and this horrible hand he's been served, on to himself. he doesnt let his self hatred get in the way of his duty though, he isnt self destructive, as he knows that he needs to survive FOR his brothers. he's living for them, so largely he does look after himself. he funnels this self hatred in to a drive to be the absolute best, the most competent soldier ever.
his thing is all about self sacrifice. he doesnt particularly want to survive but he wants to leave his brothers even less. i like drawing a paralell between him and Cody, where they both have the same motivation, this love for their brothers and they are both driven to be the best, to save their brothers from the weight of responsibility, but they go about it in different ways. cody is the sun, burning himself up for his brothers, and Fox, is the sickly artificial light/darkness of the underlevels of coruscant, letting himself wither away for the good of his brothers. (neither of them are healthy about it. i see codys thing very much as one of sacrifice as well. the sun parallel isnt about life and joy. its about. burning. heat. light will go through the meat of a living being like its nothing. its not sustainable. its about giving all you possibly can while you are here and then youre gone. an explosion. its about giving more than you possibly can- because theyve been raised to think thats what you do. to think thats what love is, the only way to show it, all love can be.)
i wrote a series where Fox is given a warning of order 66 just in time so that he can escape the order, but in doing so he has to leave his brothers, leave the fight and to me, that is like the greatest sacrifice he could ever make. all he wants to do is stand and fight. all he wants to do is be with his brothers. but he has to run from them, run from the fight, in order to save them and that, is like, what i see as Fox's major struggle. the horrific weight of responsibility. where you have to do the opposite of what feels right, the opposite of what you want to do, you have to sacrifice your own honour, your rightuousness, in order to serve those you love. its not about looking good, its not about seeming nice or seeming loving. its about, doing the right thing for that person (or people in this case) at the cost of all else, at the cost of your humanity. fox doesnt see himself as a person, he doesnt see himself as one of the vode, he sees himself as a tool. it doesnt matter how his brothers see him, as long as he is working FOR them. fighting FOR them. he isnt a man, he's a weapon. he will die FOR them and he doesnt care if they remember him kindly.
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Hello! Today I rewatched Titanic for the hundredth time, so I had an idea:
https://youtu.be/3CfB23kVtdQ?si=0Nb9KzYVZkgMtIyq
do you know this scene in Titanic? In any case, here it is, if you haven't seen this movie (I highly recommend it, crying every time Imao)
So, imagine that Rose is a character (inosuke) and Jack is the reader (their s/o) begins to die/or turn into a demon, they are both very hurt, the character understandably end up next to the reader at this moment in a hope to stop the process, but then both realize that nothing helps, and before going completely crazy/or die, the reader begins to calm down characters (just repeat lines from this scene lol) How would the characters react? I want some angsssss yeahh
P.S. If it's not difficult, briefly describe how the characters will behave after the death of their s/o(I prefer romantic)
So sorry for my English is so bad!!! I am not speaking it, hope you having a good day/night!!
In another life
Inosuke x G/N READER DEMON!
Omg yes i have cried many times in titanic 😭, and its ok i dont know much English aswell
Warning: angst, slightly Fluff
🍓as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me 🍓
You've gone missing for 1 week already and the others are worried about you so they look everywhere
When Tanjiro's crow called that it saw you inosuke pay no time and just ran to where the crow saw you but when he got there he got scratch non other than you
"(name) what are you doing?!"
You were a mess you don't have your haori anymore and your hair is messy and your uniform had many holes
You attack him once again now his mask fell
When your about to attack again he was about drew(or draw whatever) his sword but he realized your he's s/o he put back his katana and punch you in the chest
Zenitsu and tanjiro got there and tanjiro hold inosuke
"what are you doing to (name) inosuke!?"
Then he release inosuke when theres a bit tears coming out of his eyes
Then you were back going to attack him again, zenitsu drew he's sword and now was pointing at you
Inosuke ran towards you and took the hit
"don't..hurt...(name)."
And they were there avoiding and they catch them tanjiro holding you while you is struggling
"please (name) stop"
Now tears forming in inosuke's eyes the other two was surprised to see inosuke like this
"they're.... they're a demon now inosuke you cant stop them and they cant control they're self..I'm sorry to say this but....we have to cut-"
"NO! NO YOU WONT CUT THEIR HEAD WITHOUT MY PERMISSION SHUT UP MONITSU"
"inosuke-"
"YOU TOO?! YOU ALL SHUT UP I...THEY...no.."
You got out of Tanjiro's grasp when inosuke catch you he hold you but ended up getting an injury again
And then giyuu came he was fast then the moment flash
"NO!!"
Your head....
Inosuke stand there then came running to giyuu trying to fight him only ended up going to pass out he layed on the floor then hear what you said
"inosuke..Iloveyou..don't forget th...."
He looked in to your eyes theres only sorrow to see
Then he passed out
He have been ignoring everyone mostly giyuu (sorry giyuu stans) aoi tried to feed him only him throwing the food out of the window
Tanjiro even convince him
"do you think (name )would like this..huh inosuke... please just eat."
He stared to eat like a boar he haven't eaten in 3 weeks straight
Out of all the demons to choose you
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He ran towards you and sat besides you he had a. Two Rice ball and give the other one to you
He talks with you about everything he expirince
"DID YOU KNOW I FOUGHT MANY MEN AND I STILL WON HAH IM SUCH A GOOD FIGHTER... right"
He look at you rubbing the cement then leaning into you grave
"in another life i wish you were no demon..."
This is the only thing i could think of hope you liked it!
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11 ppl dont change dont let them lie at you evyone have a comfort zone to back to no matter how harmfull it can be sometimes and of course dependent on the inviroment if its against you or with you wondering who whispering in the shadow now yea everone deserve to live to die peacefully
12 pleaser be like creepy talkinginf personal about themself yet objictvly toward you being slow low defensive
teaser are crazy lol they think you talk personal toward them yet objetively toward your self lol they think you are attacking as they do oh and they wish for spices often their wish become true tho you didnt hope for that at all real toxic and you were weak motivated by their blind whispers weird and funny they will deny that do they can not see their shadow?
13 the sad truth is you have to fight and being silence is your fight against life theifs
14 its hard to believe that i rather take damage to just talk my way to not feel alone its seems the only way i know so well with teasers (well at least they serious now staring at the mirror and im sorf of liying at myself throgh that for any kind of comfort for my spirit) i just hate words judgment long personal talk and gosib generally words used for aggrisive personal intuetion
15no i really dont want to forget tho things looks nice now as if was deceved oh and repeat all the pain no thx
16dont joke about food they real seroius about eneregy sources even if you dont need much of it for mind function
17sharing is caring yea espicially when sharing pain no wonder most of us gone unconst all the time
18as much the heart is wide it become empty way too soon i dont think its a good thing its fine if its work for you no judgement
19im inautopilut mode for long time now bc the grip
20for some reason i still remember the wober of street cat who
21we almost best friend wen no one around it make me fierce
22laugh it off if u want im trumalized by nice i knew there was something behind that i feel depressed u cant fool me dont worry im keeping everyone secrites include mine
23 im leaving ihave nothing else i just think being slave for back forth commincain or objective mind stimulation even f fake and natural or emergency needs which requied money depend on your best self often its not even there
-it seem everyone need an enemy geneticly include me as a result
-remeber every creature yea even the small one in this world wiill eat you alive when you weak or desprate or sleeap for chance or change
-it make me sad to realize no one really care orignaly and they would leave you at the road if they had to
-it seem a bit off for me to act as if you were sinsitve by my ballshit when the fact maybe you are the first who can or would approve and handle in ways no one would imagine
-never rely on hope it will tear you apart you either would be the one who tear them self apart in defense ooor tearing someone else aparat in attack
in another i rathar to attack my self to stay distand frome massive ways keep hating you hate to have to avoid dting brokrn mentallt over and over again
while you attack yourself rathar attack others to stay close the exact oposote lmao a real sad story agony? irony?no nono its a thing and its real
-the thing is between being hunted like animal by ur closest one orthe factu triedto pleaseall theseyearstrying to pleasethem whileu lost ur real self true identityalongtheway plus not even giving a fuck about ur falling confusedtears
going vegan… i will stop writing for now (until my device reach out then i would draw i have some repeated things) …something off about being nonvegan like evil smart vibes which unhuman to me …. its just meh ..
do:coffee hawthorn chimal ginsinsing fennel pumpkin seed black eyed peas lentins oats sardine peanutbutter apricot carrots pineapple lemon lime grapefruit flax seed/oil black seed oil grapefruit grapeleaves garlic onion cherries green tea red wine green bean ginger barly malt soy okra spinach blue/black berry
dont:cashew potato tomato mango coconut meatmilk orange chixkpeas butter beef liver selt water corn oil white vinger frucose cheesecream/chedder pepper alltypes
before i go i have theory about the shadow ppl i think they are just ppl suck out the life from ur child hood which created the personality u have today or whatever left of you in some rare lifes if you want to say its also the reason why u have love and hate relationship with them as u become older unless overloaded to even comberhence/care or or no love and hate thing which would be great which imposiple and too late the boundry are too crosed its why you have comfy looped confusion of your own and shadow reminder in return which had to hold on personal believe for mental peace chance unless already forget or already distracted
i wonder if its just the old spirit memories and they arent even mine for guideness and to recognise for the connection within tho we arent similar or even close at all it must be deferent for connection yet its almost like simon relationship oh i forget it faster than me it can be slower than you who knows?!
its by how you build ive never knew someone who was able to change their basic building entirly only the ilusinal one who like to lie in positive twisted confinsing way yea too many types most of them weirded by you XD its awesome!! not really, them confidant XD yea!
maybe maybe its your first memory first stroke and trauma XD love/hate? then comfy?
some twitch ppl have some real good vibes XD hint for what going on sure you can feel it tho its not real for me sometimes yet enough to fill time before something else do so im hopping from channel to another
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did i mentioned i had the worst brain fog this week >.>
its why i find late activeties helpfull to some extended level
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6 8 12 17 18 id pick more but i feel bad
6.) speaking of tv adaptations, why would yours get cancelled? (other than capitalism)
gay people and too much swearing are really the only things i can think of
8.) what inspired your world building, if anything?
answered this one here :)
12.) okay be honest. pick a favorite oc from this ocverse.
rips off my shirt to reveal another shirt that says "LEA LUCAS DID NOTHING WRONG"!!!!!!!!!! her aesthetic and complexes have bewitched me heart and soul by accident. to be fair though all of my friends (including you beck hi beck) love lea due to her #girl swag and deranged behavior so whatever
17.) describe the "required reading" to understand your vision. be as pretentious as possible.
also answered this one here
18.) what aspect of the story would get you #canceled on twitter?
on call with cecil right now and i was like "i dont even know. i cant even imagine this." and cecil was like "people cancel you because lea is TOO controversial." I GUESS MAYBE ""BAD LGBT REPRESENTATION""??????? i have no idea.
23.) describe how everyones character gets butchered once in the public eye?
IF ANYONE MISINTERPRETS MY GUYS IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF. but i know exactly how everyone is going to be fanonized so my worst fears are like
mavis: i honestly really dont know for mavis....
catriona: everyone is going to act like shes a one-dimensional mom friend i fear. GUYS SHE DOES NOT HAVE HER SHIT TOGETHER. GUYS SHE IS JUST AS COMPLICATED AND IS STRUGGLING AS MUCH AS EVERYONE ELSE!!!!!!! GUYS SHES JUST A GIRL AND THE WHOLE POINT OF THE CHARACTER IS THAT EVERYONE WANTS TO BE THERE FOR HER AND THAT ITS OKAY TO ASK FOR HELP Sorry im passionate about this one apparently.
silas: reduced to like funnyman side character because he is like filled with whimsy and boundless optimism BUT HE STILL FACES THE FUCKING HORRORS BRO.... so scared for people to forget that just because you are optimistic doesnt mean you are immature or like stupid or etc
kirabo: AAAUUUUUGHHHH super softified pastel flower crown fail just because theyre a quiet and anxious person -__- like dude kirabo is like 21 years old and having an existential crisis and fighting for their life against the horrors can you get that SHIT out of here. PLEASE
lea: waiting with my chin in my hands for LEA DISCOURSE QUARANTINE THREAD #18: BACK IN THE SADDLE. either people are going to use her as a depthless vehicle for gamer jokes or whatever OR shes going to get the vriska treatment so hard where people either hate her entirely and think shes the worst (which at that point is like congratulations you fell for the facade she puts up) or love her (the correct one)
trinity: edgy treatment but honestly i think thats what they would have wanted. like draw them with 100 knives. so true.
vladimir: he is a TERRIBLE person. he also has like depth and complexities and historically people cannot for the life of them understand that these two things CAN in fact coexist. you connect the dots from there
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Marc fights God please xxx
ask me about my WIPs
aheehee
cw for some discussions of suicidal thoughts
so i dont have many full excerpts left to share, but i can kinda talk about the direction i would take it? specifically the moments where hes looking for steven back in the duat. like they ended up doing a lot of what i thought they would, but not framed exactly how i imagined.
for me, i thought they were really going to make a direct parallel with marc bleeding out in the desert when he first meets khonshu. so my idea is hes going half delirious, searching and searching for steven but its just sand as far as he can see. his hand keeps going to his side, expecting to pull it away covered in blood from bullet wounds. maybe objects of his past appear in the sands of the duat, stranger things upside down style. the bodies of the archaeologists, khonshu's temple. theres a moment like this in the lemire run, and i always thought it was really powerful.
but instead of being just a visual callback, i think its also an interesting thematic contrast. like, when marc is shot and dying, he was ready to end it. but in searching for steven, he has purpose. he isnt crawling towards death because he doesnt want to live anymore. hes risking his life to save someone that he cant live without. nothing to live for vs. something to live for, yk. this does come through in the show a bit, but i think drawing a direct parallel makes it pop.
so yeah um. i basically would make the search for steven longer and more painful and directly draw parallels between him shot and dying in the desert and him struggling against the duat.
#sorry.. this is a lot of words.#idk whats customary for these kinda things fjajcuwj#i cut a whole lot of stuff cause i thought i was rambling hhghhghhh#tysm for the ask madz#asks#moon knight#moondowriting
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GoooooOOOOOOoooOOooOooddddd day and evenening and everything to you!!! ;-D
1, 4, 6, 8, 13, 15, 16, 22, 23, 25, 29, 35, 39, 53, 55, 73, 74, 77, 79, 84, 90 and 98?
P.S.: Sorry for your current struggle!
P.P.S.: I hope my questions about the ghosts did not make you more uncomfortable!
P.P.P.S.: I hope these are not too many questions for you but I figured since you asked for distractions, more would be merrier. :-)
Goooooooooooooooooooooood times to you too!
Most favorite activity?
i really enjoy drawing i love makin up characters n stories also!
4.Kind of meal you really appreciate?
honest to goodness i appreciate almost anything someone feeds me especially if its home-cooked but i really do love breakfast foods potatoes n cheese best.
6. Do you have any idols?
im not sure what counts as an idol? i once got told that my favorite book series when i was 12 was an idol?
8. Favorite music genre?
i like speed metal
13. A job you can't do yourself but admire people who do?
oh there is a LOT dentists, plumbers, trash collectors, house keepers, teachers, pharmacists there are some very skilled and wonderful people who do a lot for our community
15.Do you believe in ghosts? and 16 If so, how do you imagine them? If not, is it just because you don't want to make contact with them?
i love the idea of ghosts i like the idea of there being some kind of after life so that i can be with the people I've lost again and so i can watch after and not be far from the people i love who are living.
I like to think ghosts just are here waiting and watching able to go where ever they'd like because they don't need to breath or worry about catching on fire or something to just enjoy the afterlife with their friends n family, explore, learn from mistakes they made in life, fix relationships (also i want to go to the bottom of the ocean so bad)
but i don't really believe in them, i want them to be real but i cant help but feel like if ghosts are real then why are there so many crimes against the dead unsolved and why is there no justice for millions of people? I feel like my passed family would find ways to yell at me from the grave for my many flaws and sins (p.s.dont worry friend thank you for caring)
22. Movie you can't stop cheering up for?
alright friend ima introduce you to my most favorite movie it's called Journey to Beginning of Time by Karel Zeman my grandad had the VHS and i have LOVED it since i was three years old. I used to set up a blanket on the floor some chairs and a blanket on top to make a roof, staple some paper together to make "my diary" wear a goofy hat and pretend i was in the movie with the boys goin on they're adventure Its about a four boys who get on a boat and go back in time they each have their own personalities and adventures all of em but one of them have goofy hats! one of them wants to be a scientist so he documents all their findings in a diary theres a lot of great prehistoric critters someone almost gets eaten by a terror bird, someone fights a scary lizard thing i dont remember what it was supposed to be some kind of froggy newt thing it scared me depending on whether you watch the original czech version or the shitty English dub (my grandad had both my grandma grew up with the orignal so she likes that one better) you'll either see the big bang or the creation from the bible i grew up with the shitty english dub so i got weird hand creation ending and ima be honest i prefer that version but probs only because thats what i grew up on. I WISH TO GOD i could find it on dvd in the shitty english dub i grew up with SO MUCH i watched that VHS so much it died im pretty certain i had a crush on the youngest boy played by Vladimir Bejval his character caught a fish.. its a great movie if you get the chance to watch it but it's also like made in like the 50s so uuuuuuh keep that in mind but for the time it was made the special effects were brilliant. it makes me happy its like a warm bowl of soup but in film.
23. Best ingredients for a pizza?
scrambled eggs bacon n sausage or just plan ol pepperoni
25. Can you dance? Is there any dance you want to learn someday?
No not well i know some like old dances from when i was in a few plays like pride n prejudice, id like to learn swing dance
29.Good memory from your childhood you keep remembering?
it was nice having a group of friends and just sitting in our bedrooms drawing, making ocs and stories together and listening to each other gush about the things that made them happy.
35. If you could gain any ability for giving up one, which one would you pay and which one achieve?
uhhhh ability to whistle for the ability to cure all injury and illness (not a fair trade but lemme be reverse Infectious Lass please)
39.What are you mostly in the mood for the whole day?
im always pretty happy to talk to my partner and read books to my siblings ALSO IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR GOIN FOR A WALK IF ITS PRETTY OUTSIDE
53.Were you a smart kid at school?
nope!
55 .Do you like your hometown?
i love some people here otherwise indifferent?
73.Do you do any sports and if so which ones?
nope i was homeschooled
74.What's your dresscode? What makes you choose the clothes you're wearing? (on different occasions)
i really prefer skirts over dresses spef at knee length and i prefer no sleeves or short sleeves with just a sweater if it gets chilly. i like feelin fancy and cutesy.
77.Can you imagine something pretty romantic you would like your/a partner to do for you?
honest the most romantic thing i think someone can do is just to be there for each other that you want to experience life together even when life is incredibly shitty and not ideal at the moment but sticking through it with them anyhow because you want to experience life with them whem it's good or bad, being there the day their parents die, not ditching them if they lose their job being their cheerleader if they get cancer...just kinda knowin your a team that you've got their back n them your's and that you'll build a life together that makes you both happy through it all idk just bein there n lettin me be there for em in return? but idk im kinda shit at the romance tbh uuuuhhhh i appreciate it when someone sets time aside for me that means a lot to me more then they'll probably ever know
79.Is it risky to ask you whether you are a honest person or not?
not sure if im the right one to judge that but i have been told im "stupidly honest" id like to think im honest but im not sure? i dont trust myself in anything!
84.Are you into candies?
yes i love sour candies and chocolates
90.If you know your go-to person currently has time, do you still text them, call them or leave a voice message?
im not sure im smart enough to understand this question?
98.Do you prefer living in a (big) city or in a (countryside) rural area?
they both have their ups n downs probably country side.
Thank you so very very very much for the asks golly gee it def gave my brain a break from all the big scares thank you so much really honest you have no clue how much this helped calm me down i really really appreciate it so much i hope your weekend is wonderful and i hope the weather is nice and you get to eat something nice and your day is full of lots of small joys!
#long post#asks#younganonymus#life has gotten scary again and im probs over reacting but i cant stop my brain from being scary n making me cry like an idiot#linds talks waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much#yall probally know enough about me now through this to just like pretend to be me#thank you really
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CW Childhood Vent
i repress emotions a lot of the time instead of expressing them and i wanted to draw them but i just cant so writing instead
vent under the break, just skip it honestly it doesnt matter
to birthgiver, you are less than the bare minimum and you should fucking know that
you think because you brought me to this existence you can tell me what to do and who to be and what you expect of me
i didnt ask to be here
nobody asked to be put here on a dying planet with arbitrary rules only enforced to make us hate each other, to fight against our nature of being kind and helpful when we can
i was a social creature and you made me hate and fear so much i cant even remember the day i stopped being social, cant remember entire years of my life
you showed me things at such a young age i shouldnt have seen so i wouldnt question you, wouldnt argue when you said i couldnt leave or go to others or do things on my own, you showed me terrible things to scare me into not realizing my own house was really a cage you shut me in so youd have a service animal instead of a child
you made me your fucking therapist at an age i was supposed to be learning multiplication and made me expect the worst out of others so you looked better in comparison cause of course you had to be the best person in the room, the righteous one the one who could never do anything wrong its always someone elses fault and someone out there is always worse so you must be amazing actually
you continue to try and mold me into a second you when i used to cry for days at a time years ago whenever someone mentioned how much we look alike our hair our faces our smiles
i never wanted to smile like you again so i just stopped
i still dont "smile right" for pictures like grandma insists because id rather be scolded than look more like you
the earliest memory i have in the fog is you and dad fighting, crying for both of you to stop it and for dad to not leave, not because he shouldnt have but because then id be stuck with you just me and my brother, the real second parent i had
if he got to leave i should have had the choice to go with him but instead we're both still stuck with you, because you already make things so tremendously draining and difficult imagining you in a court case over anything leaves us both rather being dead, instead tending to you day in and day out while you make me question if im a good person
a good person shouldnt wish for someones health conditions to take them away in the night, so i get to wake up to a calmer reality to a world where i can slowly forget you were ever the one to create me to make me to use me for all the tasks you couldnt be bothered to do or to show me how to do so you could just yell more to show me off like a trophy of being such a good parent when you didnt teach me a damn thing
a good person shouldnt have to question if they would actually call for help if you needed it if you passed out in your own drunken fucking haze and knocked your insulin out of wack or your pump stopped working right
i want to be a good person and i shouldnt be haunted every time i consider if your christian creationist god exists not because of his cracked out doctrine or his shitty followers but because hed look in my head and my heart and see that i legitimately wish for one of his creations to be annihilated and made unrecognizable to her own children
at first every yell made me flinch and question what i did wrong, tip toeing around my own room so you wouldnt have a reason to come in and complain or remember i exist i didnt learn how to play at home cramped in my room not because i didnt have toys but because being too loud would make you come in and not doing something right would make you be loud instead and pretending too hard would be too disappointing knowing just down the hall i could still feel your footsteps and when the dip of the bed meant you were getting up
now you dont need to yell, the sound of your breath of you existing in the same space as me is enough to make me want to scream instead the sound of you being alive when your very presence makes me anxious brings me closer and closer to ending my own, i can tell where you are in a crowded space by the sound of you existing cause i had to fine tune it so well
i dont know what my breath sounds like but i know yours, i can hear it down a hallway, across a house, through walls and vents and floorboards
ive had to listen so thoroughly i started hearing other things that shouldnt be there, seeing things that shouldnt be there when i strain my eyes in the dark wondering if youll burst in the second i close them
every day youre given the chance you take credit for me being where i am today
if it was only you getting me anywhere id be in the ground already
the only person who kept me going through your worst time was the same person you dont trust in our house because theyre a n***** as you love to say, oh they cant be trusted because they were too nice to you? complimented you having nice things when they themself didnt have anything to their name?? well let them be fucking mean to you then cause when i told them how you really were, they swore they might kill you the next time you raise your voice to me
if laws wouldnt take my soulmate away from me id probably join them
every time i question my gender i worry im not trans enough because of you and only you, me discovering myself in my own time isnt enough for you, i need answers or im faking i need to know every detail and be able to dumb it down for you without making you feel insecure about yourself despite it having nothing to fucking do with you i need to be able to convince you of my own feelings because youve so thoroughly trained yourself to expect me to shut up and say i feel however you think i should because for so long it made it easier for everyone if we just agreed with you and seethed later, gotta look good for everyone who doesnt know youre a miserable spiteful drunk at home who amazes me that shes able to carry a service job with how little tech AND people skills she has
out of the maybe 5 childhood memories i have i remember you constantly shoving me in short dresses i was uncomfortable in and couldnt play in because i had to look nice for family or friends you invited even on days i was supposed to be able to have fun and relax like the others, you had to pick the one thing i couldnt be myself in still you had to pick the one i would make a fuss about so you had an excuse to make me feel like a bad ungrateful child, cause god forbid i claim i like dresses and then not adore the one you picked out for me on my own fucking birthday
you wanted to show me off sure but you didnt want them to see who i was, you dont like who i am now either you just dont want to be put in a home when youre turning grey and people could never in this economy be paid enough money an hour to deal with you like our family has
you always try to make me feel guilty when youre reminded that im past the phase of believing you when you say you did your best and you were the best you could have been for me, are being the best you can be for me while im trying to actually grow into the person you should have been helping me become this whole time, youre always so quick to play the victim when i dont run to your side and tell you how good of a mother you are when you havent been a mother since the day i came out of you, if you were even good to me then
guess its hard to be good to a child youve blamed all your problems on since they were born, for things they cant control, not like its your own pessimism and demanding others basically wipe your own ass for you that would make anyone want to bang someone else who doesnt scream like a banshee the second something mildly inconveniences them or drinks themself into a coma multiple times a week
its hard to feel guilt for making you feel insecure as a parent when youve done nothing to make me feel like your love wasnt purely conditional by obedience from the start
you try to act so high and mighty, saying youre such an amazing parent for not throwing me on the streets when i came out or for not beating me as a child or for not making sure i was always fed and clothed and clean
you act so proud of not even coming close to achieving mediocrity that its genuinely fucking pathetic you narcissistic homophobic racist fucking disappointment
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Mine — Kaz Brekker
(photo not mine)
Requests: “9 from the fluff prompts with Kaz brekker please? It could be where they're keeping it a secret and it slips out? Thanks”
“Could you possibly do a kaz brekker and reader imagine where they are both like in their mid twenties. Number 9 from the fluff prompts “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" "No, that girl is my wife”, I could just imagine him with the smuggest grin saying it. Your a very good writer and thank you if you decide to write this.”
“Could I get a kaz brekker x reader secret relationship with fluff prompts 5, 7, 12, and 14 please?”
Fluff prompts:
5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
7. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”
9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”
12. “I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!”
14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”
Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader
Warnings: swearing, mention of fights, mention of post-traumatic stress, fluff too.
Word count: 2k.
A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like. I changed some details a little, hope you don't mind
Normal Rules. Smut Rules.
English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you❤️
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Fissure. That's what mercenaries, thieves, assassins and his enemies were looking for. A fissure to drive Kaz Brekker to ruin. Burn his empire, wood for wood, until there is nothing left but funeral ashes swept away by the winter wind. Even the most infinitesimal fissure would ensure that his enemies infiltrate, like hungry parasites, into the heart of the dungeon of his deepest secrets. Swallowing, absorbing, any hint of what could do the infamous the Bastard of the Barrel down to his own knees.
And Kaz Brekker feared that if they looked into the most secluded corner of his dungeons, where it was reserved to hide the greatest truths of his soul, they would find the one only thing to beg on his knees for would be something he would do without hesitation.
You.
You were like the last summer solstice in a world ruled by darkness, cold and empty. Which he kept in a chest locked with seven chains.
If he had to describe you with the five senses, Brekker would remind that, when he was in the bitter cold of the ocean, clutching the stiffness of dead and putrefying flesh like a lifeboat, a ray of sunshine, warm as the summer, it opened up through the thunderclouds and came down to his face, warming that spot of skin like a kiss from the sun.
And it would be with that memory that he would describe you.
Kaz Brekker shouldn't have fallen in love with you. He was the person who most understood the disastrous consequences if he let himself get carried away by the way his heart sped up whenever he saw you. If he allowed herself to taste the way all of your heat radiated into his body and made him feel alive. But he fell in love.
Everything was all too much. The feeling of life every time you said his name, like a devotion, something religious, lyrical. The sweetness in your eyes, the warm voice. Everything had been too much.
And what should he do? Tell you he missed you every time you went on a mission? Saying that he were jealous and envy of Jesper because the man managed to make you laugh with a silly joke and hug you tight, something Kaz still hadn't been able to do? Tell you it was almost religious the way he venerated your smile? Of course not. Because all these things would have been sensible, and Kaz couldn't do anything sensible around you.
Because when he saw life offering him, with such joy, the one thing that had been denied him all his life, and that he swore never to crave, his first impulse was anger. Stupid, irrational anger.
So, for the first few moments, his entire reaction to you had been cold, distant, almost avoidant. Because the way his whole body shook in hot spasms when, in that summery tone, you called his name, it was too much for Kaz to handle.
“Kaz!” You call, one night.
He heard your voice from across the crow club, and had to close his eyes tightly at the way his heart leapt in his chest.
"Hey, hey." You appeared beside him, your cheeks chased away by coral red, the happy smile and the sparkle in your eyes as someone who have the path to true happiness. "Jessy said you were wanting to find a new way to invade that bank."
Oh perfect. In the same way his body exalted when he heard the sound of your name and your lips, hearing you call Jesper by that infernal nickname had a much more destabilizing effect. And fierce.
Kaz raised an eyebrow at you, in a nonchalant gesture but inviting you to keep talking.
“I happen to know of an underground path.” For an instant, the pride in your smile made Kaz want to smile too. “You and I can put together a map today and we'll be right tomorrow to go.”
That was one of the times Kaz should have made some dry, disinterested, trivial comment, something that made you not want to spend time with him, something that made you turn around and walk away. He should have turned around and left. He had done this over a thousand times with other people and knew it to be one of the best outings.
Still, the acid comment didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.
So, like the idiot he became whenever it came to you, Kaz couldn't help but spend an hour in your company. Even if it resulted in him lying in bed at the end of the day, alone and feeling the guilt gnawing at him more and more.
So, before he even knew it, Kaz was already in his office with you, listening to you chatter about things he knew he should have been paying attention to. But the way the crackling of the fire flames in the fireplace flashed across your face was a distraction of unimaginable proportions.
“Jessy and I…”
“You want to stop.” He found himself saying before he even realized it. “That nickname is already exasperating me.”
“Why? Jealousy?” You joked, oblivious to the truth.
Kaz looked at you like your comment was the most pathetic thing he'd ever heard. He wanted to screaming: ‘I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!.’ But he didn't. Instead, the words that came out were:
“No. It's childish and immature, and it doesn't fit with...”
"What if I call you ‘Darling’?” You rested your chin on both palms of your hand, your elbows resting on his desk in his office.
Kaz's heart skipped a beat.
“That way you won't be jealous of Jessy's nickname and…”
“It's not jealousy!” He countered, and too late realized that he didn't disagree in the first instance about the nickname, but about the green color that emanated from his body.
And you didn't let that go either.
Your eyes took on a caustic gleam that you quickly hid, turning to the map on the table and going back to drawing the paths. “Okay, Darling.”
After that night, Kaz's self-control began to crumble.
He gave you death glares whenever you called him that nickname, but he never dared contradict or scold you. Much less deny it. The truth was, the core of his soul wanted this. He wanted every part of your caress warm as summer. He wanted to appreciate how perfect you looked when you called him that way. As if that nickname was born just to be used between you.
Something unique.
Over time, his body's physical reactions began to be stronger, coercive and overwhelming. Kaz felt dry, burning, and you soothed and inflamed him at the same time. You were the breath of peace, and also a glass of hot brandy.
And everything that he once felt dead, frozen or putrefying, slowly began to blossom, reborn and shine.
"Darling." You said, going behind the chair Kaz was sitting in, submerged in the Krisha security system sheets in front of he. “You've been there for hours.”
He ignored you, though his body was all too aware of yours behind him, the way your breath hit the top of his ear, how your heat hit his back like a high summer breeze. Kaz swallowed hard, ordering his eyes to stay on the pages.
“What are you reading?”
Your voice rang out from the top of his head, and Kaz felt his heart race into a cardiac arrhythmia the second your hands went to the back of the chair and your face tilted, chin hovering millimeters from his shoulder, your nose almost brushing his cheek.
Fucking Saints! You were hot! It was as if you had sun bathed, swam in the flames of fire, and been born into the summer.
Kaz lost his breath. His sanity. His soul.
“Do not do this.” His voice was no more than a whisper.
You looked at him, the furs not touching but breath hitting each other's cheeks. Kaz followed your gaze, and suddenly the world subtly turned hot. Pulsing and muffled.
“What?” You whispered, your heart so fast.
This was the time for Kaz to use the touche in a very valid argument. To make you move away as fast as you approached. To nip in the bud any path this interaction between you could take. He should have said about the touch. But he didn't remember. Kaz didn't remember his limitation, his traumas, his demons.
In that second, of insanity and magic, you couldn't do that just because…
"I feel like I cant breathe when I'm around you." He said.
After that day, Kaz realized that life no longer made sense without having you by his side to share it. Money didn't have the same value anymore if you weren't there, the robberies didn't make sense anymore if he couldn't tell you how it was at the end of the day, or have you by his side to fight.
Very quickly, Kaz Brekker realized that he had lost the battle against his own feelings. Loving you was inevitable. And having you close to him was made as essential as breathing. That's when things between the two of you developed faster, more solid, more right. The weeks turned to months, the months to years, and your relationship fortified as gloriously as the hilt of a sword.
Kaz still had very difficult moments with touching, days when a single brush of fur was unbearable and the mention of a kiss was impossible. But you stayed there. Firm and unshakable. Giving your summer smiles,your warm winks, and his nickname that had the power to soothe every nerve in Kaz's body.
However, the more Kaz understand that he was need you to he still live, the deeper he hid any trace of public affection for you. Any clue that could sparked the theory in someone that you were the reason, for Brekker, for the sun rose every morning. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Never.
Kaz Brekker became very aware that his soul was harnessed to yours. And there was nothing in the world that would take you away from he. Not while he lived, and even seven feet from land, Kaz would still find a way to fight for you.
It was a logical decision when he said you two should get married. Kaz was still trying to maintain his serene posture as his soul burned in a fire too eager and excited to make official anything that said you were his. That he had finally managed to have that ray of sunshine in the midst of the atrocious ocean. You, unlike him, exhaled your happiness in excited squeals, little jumps of joy and a passionate, quick kiss on the man in front of you.
And Kaz understood, as perfectly as the sky are blue, that he would do anything, for the rest of his life, to be worthy of that overwhelming happiness that sparkled in yours smiles.
“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said, feeling himself smile because your happiness for the wedding was exorbitant.
And you, like the little tease you were who loved to make him piss off, smiled even more and hugged him. He love you. Unconditionally.
But, just like the ocean waves, Kaz and you have had your ups and downs. He wasn't a man who had a lot of patience, and you weren't the most obedient, calm woman in the world. You found him exasperating and he found you as stubborn as a door.
"I already said you can't do that!" And there he was, once again, lecturing you because you showed too much affection, in his mind, for him in a public situation.
And, as Kaz fucking Brekker liked to point out, ‘all walls have eyes and ears’.
"We've been together for six years, Kaz!" You tried to keep your blood calm, but you weren't a person to put up with sermons. “Is this going to be our life? Living as if we have the same connection as a boss and an employee?!”
“And what do you want, Y/n?!” He placed both hands on his office desk, looking at you from the other side “Want us to have a party and tell everyone?! Or do you prefer to hang a red target on your chest?!”
"I did not say that!" You were starting to get really angry. “I'm not asking for a billboard saying we're married and you know it! The only thing I'm saying is that you let me choose to sit next to you, take your hand, or tell you I love you when any of us go off on a dangerous mission!"
Kaz shook his head, impassable, his gaze flashing with anger. How did you not realize he was trying to save you?! Save everything you two built, your lives! And all this for what? Walking hand in hand on the street? It was ridiculous!
“This is indisputable!”
“Kaz…”
“I said no!” He slapped his hands on the table.
A less brave woman would have cringed. But not you.
“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together!”
“And I don't like a fucking girl who complains all the fucking time about something I do to save her! But it feels like I've been put up with it for six years, doesn't it?!”
The words hit you like a slap. Crackling, burning and electrifying. You felt yourself holding your breath and your shoulders instinctively tightening back. The room was silent. Loaded with tension, as if lightning had just hit the ground.
You looked at Kaz in amazement. And he pursed his lips when he realized what he'd said.
“Put up with? And you call me ‘fucking girl’ ?” You repeated, your voice low, serious and in a mixture of hurt and outrage. “Good to know.”
You turned your back, walking out of the office and slamming the door behind you hard, making the thud reverberate through the corridors of Kaz's soul.
"Y/n!" He called you, striding to the door "Y/n!"
But when Kaz pulled the doorknob and took a few steps down the hall, it wasn't you he bumped into. It was Nina, trying to hide, in a very terrible way, her curious and shocked expression. In female hands she carried a small stack of documents, probably something important that Kaz needed to check.
He had to check that out. But his eyes, restless and quick, wandered the great hall of the crow club below, watching your figure pass between the bodies, advancing towards the exit.
"Sooo…" Nina started, even though the attention wasn't on her. "Couple fights, right?"
But Kaz didn't think before nodding, trying to get past Nina to catch up with you. But of course the girl wasn't going to let Brekker get away with it that quickly. She was betting with Inej how long you two would pretend to have nothing. And now she was going to get the truth!
"So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" The smile of shock and excitement was wide open on her face.
Kaz muttered a curse, gently pushing the girl aside and moving towards the stairs, aiming to catch up with you. But not before answering:
"No, that girl is my wife!"
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soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there
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a/n: hi bffs !!! here is the third installment for my soulmate au !! i think I’ll make one or two more parts and then end it ! let me know what you guys think i love reading your thoughts !! <3 (bonus points if u find all the parallels heh)
You didn’t hesitate throwing your arms around him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. Bucky held you just as tight, burrowing his face in your shoulder and a smile on his face.
Bucky felt home. He felt the way he imagined the smell of freshly baked cookies would feel, he felt warm and fuzzy. Bucky felt happy.
“i- where have you been what happened i thought- we all- oh my god steve he’s been going crazy and-” you rambled, a smile on your face. You looked at bucky, he was just as tall as your remembered, his eyes a bit brighter and you felt your heart flutter.
“oh come in!” You chuckled, pulling him by his metal arm into your home, a smile on your face as you led him to your living room.
“i never introduced myself” he spoke, eyes on the ground as you prepared two cups of hot chocolate. You looked at him, laughing lightly.
“guess you didn’t huh” you replied, taking out the cups and putting in some marshmallows before walking back over to the couch, setting the two cups on the table and turning to face him.
“I’m y/n” you smiled brightly, extending your hand out. Bucky grinned, shaking your hand and introducing himself.
“I’m bucky” you felt your face heat up as he smiled at you, much different from the last time when you looked at each other.
“does Steve know you’re here? that you’re you?” you questioned, eyeing him to try and get read on his body language. He shifted slightly, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
“not really no, i-” he hesitated before fiddling with his hands and speaking up again, “ive been laying low, i just couldn’t stop thinking about you and the visions i saw” he spoke, blushing and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face.
“i couldn’t either” you replied, looking at him before looking at the way the marshmallows melted into the hot chocolate. “I was so worried these past couple of months, i tried helping steve and Sam but it was so much and we were getting no where” you mumbled, heart falling as you thought of all your fruitless efforts.
Bucky noticed the way your voice trembled as you spoke and how you grilled the mug a little tighter. He felt his chest tighten.
“I’m here now doll” he spoke softly, moving to put your mug down and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
You relaxed into his touch, tears welling in your eyes once more, you let yourself lean into him, closing your eyes for a second and enjoying his embrace.
“i missed you so much, can’t believe i could miss someone i didn’t even know that much” you laughed, sniffling lightly as you pulled away
“we’re soulmates dollface, we’re meant to be” he smiled softly at you and you nodded, a small smile as you wiped away a couple stray tears.
It was easy to fall into comfortable conversation with each other. All laughs and giggles as you spoke, the sun high in the sky already and the city wide awake despite it being early in the morning.
You so happy to have bucky with you, a smile on your face as you started to think of all you had to show him, thoughts of the future you had seen made you giddy with excitement.
“oh you have to meet Sam! The two of you would be so funny together bickering all the time- oh also there’s this coffee shop i really like, very quaint but-” you rambled, trying to fit in everything you wanted to tell bucky.
“I’m moving” bucky cut you off, a frown on his face as he glanced over at you. He focused his gaze on you, stomach dropping when you stared at him with a confused expression.
“like here? to New York?” You were quiet, knowing that’s not what he meant. Bucky but his bottom lip in frustration before turning to you with sad eyes.
“romania, i cant be here- not while HYDRA is still out there and I’m wanted for everything I’ve done” bucky frowned. Your heart broke in your chest, you wanted to curl up and cry.
You just got him back. You had lost him twice already, you weren’t sure if you could handle a third.
“you can’t- i just got you back you can’t go” you shook your head, eyes watery already. You held his hand tightly and bucky wanted to badly to stay.
“i have to” he whispered, “you know i do.”
And you did, you knew this was his best chance and you had to let him go. You knew how painful it would be and how much you would miss him. You thought about the amount of time you had cried at night, wishing you could get to the future already.
But you also knew you would get your happy ending, you knew at some point in your life you would be happily in love and laughing in a meadow of flowers watching a sunset with him. And that’s what you held onto.
“promise me you’ll come back to me” you whispered, scooting closer to him, his hands still in yours.
“I always will doll” he smiled, slipping his hand out of yours and placing it softly under your chin, tilting your head so you could look at him. Your watery eyes met his baby blue ones, you swore they sparkled slightly.
“don’t worry your pretty head doll, we still have forever to be happy” he smiled, leaning in slightly. Bucky stopped centimeters away from your lips, your heart racing at his actions, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.
“may i?” He whispered. You didn’t reply, instead you crashed your lips onto him. It was needy and rough, your teeth hitting each other at one point but you didn’t care. It felt like your heart were beating in sync, you felt whole.
You both pulled away, breathless before laughing lightly, your hair messy from his hands tugging at it. Bucky ran his hand through his hair, a charming smile on his face as you two regained your composure.
“if you kiss me like that again i don’t think I’ll let you go” you teased, heart heavy as he frowned slightly.
“what if i kiss you like this” he mumbled, softly placing his lips back onto yours. It was much gentler, softer and sweet. Your hand easily finding its way to his hair, fingers cascading through his soft hair. Bucky smiled into the kiss, giving you a soft peck before pulling away.
“you’re gonna be the death of me” you whispered, heart thumping in your ears. Bucky smiled at you sweetly, pulling you into his arms and holding you.
You wiggled a bit, laying your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, your eyes closing and falling asleep before you could even fight to stay awake.
Bucky woke you up at around 1 pm, shaking you gently. Your eyes opened slowly and you realized you were back in your bed, tucked in under your blanket.
“i waited a bit before bringing you back to bed, didn’t wanna wake you again” bucky smiled and you laughed, sitting up and yawning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
“i got some food for us, figured you’d be hungry” bucky spoke, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as you walked out of your room when you finished brushing your teeth and changing out of your pajamas.
You looked at bucky with a smile on your face, bounding over to him and tackling him with a hug, kissing his cheek. You silently thanked the universe for giving you bucky as your soulmate as the two of you talked while you ate.
Bucky had never felt so at ease, he wasn’t worried about someone kicking his door down or having to keep running. All he could focus on was the way you would smile anytime he laughed and the way you blushed when your eyes would meet.
The two of you spent the day together, cuddled up on the couch and watching a movie, just like you had seen the first time the two of you ever touched. You smiled to yourself while bucky focused on the movie, his hand mindlessly drawing circles on your arm as he held you. This was how it was meant to be, your soulmate by your side and the feeling of home.
But nothing ever seems to go as it should. By the time night came you were saying goodbye, both of you teary eyed as he held you tightly, not wanting to go but know he had to.
It had taken an hour to move from the couch to halfway to the door, both of you crying messes with soft giggles trying to cheer each other up.
Finally you had reached the door, both of you going through too many tissues and looking at each other with teary eyes and matching pink noses.
“before i go” bucky turned, pulling away from the handle and into his jacket pocket, you could hear the jingling of metal. “I want you to have these, until we can be together again” he smiled, holding out his dog tags.
You didn’t know what to say, tears flowing down your cheeks again as you looked at him. Bucky hugged you, letting you cry into his chest for a moment before you calmed down.
“are you sure buck? I mean they must mean so much to you” you looked at him and he smiled, nodding before easily putting them on you, his heart fluttering as he took in the sight of them on you.
“I’ll see you soon dollface” Bucky smiled, kissing your temple and you nodded, hands clutching his dog tags.
“see you soon lovebug, I’ll be waiting here for you” you smiled, loving the way he blushed at the new nickname.
When you found out about steve finding him in Romania you acted surprised, guilt washing over you for hiding the information from your friend but you knew it’s what bucky wanted.
You offered to go help him and Sam on the rescue mission but they stopped you, telling you it was best for you to stay out of this one. You wanted to argue but you couldn’t blame them, you had been a wreck after bucky left, barely sleeping and crying over your soulmate.
You didn’t expect the bombing at the UN, bucky being framed and the whole team falling out. You had been in New York the whole time, skipping out on the meeting with the accords because you just so happened to have the flu that week.
“oh yeah stay home i can’t afford you getting everyone sick” tony has spoken over the phone, hanging up on you, a frown on your face. Not ten minutes later did you get a notification saying food was being delivered to your house, nice warm soup along with some medicine to help you feel better.
You least expected steve flying you out to wakanda, eyes wide as you took in all the technology, heart thumping in your chest knowing bucky would be right around the corner.
You felt your heart stop as you saw him in a white tank top, running up to him and wrapping your arms around him. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling and bucky held you tightly with his right arm, leaning into your touch.
“oh doll I’ve missed you so damn much” he mumbled, a smile on his face as the two of you held each other for the first time in months.
“missed you so much more james” you spoke breathless, pulling away before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, the two of you smiling and resting your foreheads against each other.
“y/n-” you pressed your lips to his, quieting him. Pulling away you looked at him with love in your eyes, heart racing as he smiled at you softly.
“Steve already told me” you explained, knowing how much it would pain him to tell you. Bucky nodded, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he looked at you. His eyes landed on the outline of his dog tags under your shirt.
“you still have ‘em on” he whispered his eyes soft and his heart melting as you nodded.
“I never take them off lovebug” you replied, holding his hand in your as he smiled up at you. Steve placed a hand on your shoulder signaling it was time.
You stepped away from bucky, his hand holding onto yours tighter, not wanting to let go. You made sure you kept his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers.
“You sure about this?” Steve spoke up and bucky nodded, a tight smile on his face as his eyes flickered between the two of you.
“i cant trust my own mind,” he chuckled dryly, “until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head i think going back under is the best thing” he looked at you with a soft smile, “for everybody.”
You squeezed his hand, nodding your head softly. “don’t worry lovebug, I’m yours forever” you whispered, a smile on your face as he recognized the phrase as the same on you had spoke to him in the flashes when you first touched.
“I’m yours forever, doll” Bucky spoke, kissing your temple before slipping his hand out of yours, and stepping into the machine.
You stood next to Steve as the machine whirred, looking away as it froze over. Steve put his arm around you, leading you away.
You held onto the memories you had made months ago in your apartment. You held onto the flashes you had gotten of the two of you having a picnic in the meadow, giggling with the sunset in the background.
You held onto bucky, your hope.
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HI SAME ANON CUZ. THOUGHTS GO DRR but! yk that got me thinking like. WE DO GIVE SM ATTENTION TO DETERMINED and look good reason hes sonadow in a nutshell /J
howver im thinking of more ways the other sonics could have breakdowns, and do correct me if any of this is like not in character bc i love to ehar abt ur au!
ok first kindness – i think he would like have a goal for him to go to everybody weekly to ask if they need anything for him to help with (usually daily actually) and when he doesnt reach that "goal" he might think of himself as like less of a good friend bc he isnt helping enough which could SO turn into overworking and just!! BREAKDANCE OR BREAKDOWN WOO
chill i think would just do not as much as the others, opting o always lay down and just be calm n. chill! and maybe cux of that sometimes he thinks that he isnt as useful as the others sometimes but i jus think hes probably the least most mentally ill cuz hes like "no time for sadness when you swagness" (thats probly his motto)
energetic would deffo think hes too annoying to all of them but like!! he has too much energy!! he has to burn it off soMEHOW so theyre just like "no another time not now" and its like hes just!! he probably starts getting kidna sad but like he has other friends to play with, right?
determine is a bomb abt to EXPLODE and like!! he has pure anxiety, he always needs to know shadows and also his friends locations and they have to tell him or else he just starts panicking and cant function until he sees them again. also with how he blames himself for everything, probably has a tendency to apologize all the time so theyre confused cuz hed be with vanilla, cream, n amy and hed accidentally knock somethin over and go "im so sorry I shouldn't have done that why did i do that i should leave" and shadow probably has to calm him down the most
competitive is 2000% existing because he says he "needs to be better than everybody else" when its just "i want to prove to myself im good enough" when he cant, he doesnt know if he is bc like!! only shadow can race against him and they always tie and he probably ends up pushing himself So Hard that shadow has to just make a competition out of getting rest or else competition dead straight won't sleep until hes perfected this, gotten better at that, made sure he didnt lose any skill on something, or etc bc he still wants to prove to not just himzelf but to everybody hes good enough so they can confide in him!!
ok thats all (IDK IF I FORGOT OTHERS IM JUST. THINKING ALSO WATCHING TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES SO IM LIKE. GRATUITOUS COOL VIOLENCE OR WRITING. HECK YKNOW)
ANKAZOANZIQDNSOFNSKX YES!!! THESE ARE MY BOYS!!!! NO CORRECTION TO BE MADE THESE ARE T H E M !!!!!
Also, I usually draw them with the same other characters a lot, like I usually draw Competitive with Knuckles, and Knuckles at first just goes along, fights Competitive and everyone happy, but then it's like weeell he kind of has a very important emerald to look after, and everytime Competitive looses he wants a rematch and it just gets tiring. But like, Competitive feels the need to prove that he is strong and capable! So they get stuck on his loop.
Then there's Energetic and Amy, he kind of just shows up, looking to burn some energy, and at first she just lets him, but she isn't really pleased with having him running around in her house, he starts bumping into things and breaking some other, and even if he is sorry he just can't stop moving! Amy then starts trying to get him to stop, or to just get him out of the house but she also feels a little guilty because she knows he doesn't do it on purpose.
There's also Determined and Shadow, we all know Determined follows him around and tries to protect him all the time, but it starts to intervene with Shadow's life as well. Rouge is kind of annoyed by it, and it causes trouble at GUN, and Shadow's an introvert, so being followed around isn't really his favorite thing. I just imagine Shadow just walking while Determined is not only behind him, but looking around, suddenly making Shadow stop if he hears anything weird, or sees anyone suspicious, but it's actually nothing. Shadow would try to get him to leave him alone, but Determined always has the 'what if's.
Finally there's Chill, Kind and Tails. Tails is very busy, trying to find a solution for this five Sonics thing, but it's a little hard with two out of five always distracting him. I imagine Kind offering to help, at first Tails let him, but something goes wrong and he's like 'haha never again' and then Kind is just left to stand behind Tails, waiting to be given a task, while Chill isn't actually helping at all, he's using all the space just laying around, if Tails ever needs him he's okay with helping??? But he doesn't really put all his effort in, so in the end it's as if he did nothing. It's not that he doesn't want to help, but like, why ask him? Kind is already there and eager to help.
I also like to think about interactions between the Sonics! Because some of them are kind of opposites, like Kind and Competitive, or Chill and Energetic (or Chill and Determined), so it's fun to imagine things like Competitive going around showing everyone how strong and fast he is, and Kind's just like 'well you're not being very nice' and Competitive doesn't really know how to react???? Or Determined being all worried over something, and desperately trying to fix it, and Chill just being like 'dude chill, you're exaggerating way too much' So that's interesting too, even more considering it's quite literally just Sonic talking to himself:)
#wow that's long NAKDJSLXJSKD#I didn't intend to write so much I'm sorry sndksbxksbxkskdkd#but!!!! colorful sonics just get my brain going!!!#sonic au#split sonic au
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Hello, idk if you’ll see this, nor do you have to take this request. But I’ve been thinking, and thought up: Dream joined the egg, but not because it offered him world domination or a happy family or any of that; no it offered to treat him kindly, to be affectionate, to be a friend, basically offering him human decency. (With an add on of everyone believing it was for some big reason, but the actual reason gets revealed somehow) if that made any sense. (Idk if this counts as an au or not)
[ask: if dream showed up to the red banquet, that would be very sexy of the writers to make him join the eggpire instead of the pro-omlette]
hehe egg!dream has so much potential ,, this is a ficlet i’ve been working on for a while (writer’s block my detested) but i finally finished it up !! it’s a bit unpolished but oh well - they cant all be winners lmao
tw: body horror, blood, injuries, implied torture/abuse, starvation, possession, dark/disturbing imagery, dark content, pandora’s vault/prison arc
Dream gets corrupted by the Egg, because of course he does.
Sapnap trudges through the vine-filled hallway, his face bundled firmly with a holy-water soaked bandana to keep out the worst of the spores. It’s a shoddy defense, but he doesn’t plan to stay long; he’s only been sent on reconnaissance, to see what public enemy number one is planning and get out as quickly as he can. As much as the entire server wants Dream dead, trying to defeat the man the first time was enough of a feat, never mind with the power of a giant demon egg on his side - to try and fight him now would be practically impossible.
The floor squishes underneath his boots, and his lips curl in disgust; the vines are thick and moist and feel ugly and rotten to the core. He can’t imagine anyone being anything but repulsed by the things, but he guesses it makes sense for Dream to be drawn here - corruption attracts corruption, it seems. It only figures that Dream would be desperate enough for power to let himself get possessed by the living - if you could really call it living - embodiment of decay and deterioration itself. The feeling of the floor giving way underneath his footsteps has another wave of revulsion crawling up his throat, though he’s not sure if it’s directed towards the Egg or his former friend or both.
He reaches the end of the hallway, an itching, pulsing feeling of wrong filling the air in the room just beyond the haphazard archway carved into the stone. With careful hands, Sapnap draws the bandana further up his face, making sure that it is tied securely behind his head - just beyond this wall lies the belly of the beast, the heart of the rot slowly but surely spreading its influence over the entire server. Something hums in the air; whispering, otherworldly sounds pierce through his armor and settle beneath his skin; he pushes on. He knows better than to listen, to try and make sense of the words within the noise - from what he’s heard, by the time you understand what it is saying, it’s too late.
He steps inside; the room feels, for the lack of a better word, red. He’s better suited for the place than most, being a Netherborn and therefore more used to the oppressive heat and heaviness of the air, but there’s something undeniably wrong about how this place feels, something entirely Other having made its home in the room. Every inch of the place feels hostile, angry, hungry, recognizing him as someone foreign and wanting nothing more than his destruction. Unlike the Red Forests, which teemed with life - piglins and hoglins and giant fungus - this room is little more than a twisted mimicry, sucking the air dry, leaving little more than husks behind.
His hand immediately goes to his sword, drawing it with a dull, metallic scrape. The room is eerily silent save for the Egg’s hissing whispers, and he frowns; he’d expected an attack, but the room is still, quiet; a mockery of peace that only makes the uneasy feeling in his gut grow further. He trudges forward, watching against the puddles of lava and smoking magma scattered over the floor, but nothing stirs.
There’s a growing pressure against his skull with each step into the room, and his hand tightens on his communicator; they’d set up a stasis chamber, just in case things went south, his way out of this place only a few button presses away. Still, nothing moves; no Bad or Ant popping out of nowhere, weapons in hand, no Dream driving an axe between his shoulder blades as he’s done so many times before in their spars. There’s only the sound of his footsteps against the rotting growths on the floor and his own heartbeat thudding in his ears and the Egg’s warbling voice, beneath it all - beckoning, almost kind.
He swallows, throat dry, and moves forward.
His feet carry him to the back corner of the room, to the rotting, pulsing core of the wrongness plaguing the entire server. Even through his bandana, the air feels foreign, nearly choking him, and he strains his eyes against the glare of the lava to look up at the vines’ rancid heart, the Egg. Up close, it’s almost underwhelming, only about three times his height, hardly coming halfway up to the ceiling of the room. What it doesn’t have in size, however, it makes up in sheer presence; the hissing whispers in his head grow louder, crawling under his skin and between his bones, and he curses under his breath as he prepares to call for his way back. Dream isn’t here; the mission is a bust.
“Sapnap?”
He freezes.
It takes a moment to realize that the voice wasn’t in his head, as raspy and unsettling as it was, and his eyes traced the edges of the Egg to a dull colored shape at its side, completely overlooked in his initial sweep of the room. He watches, a dull horror rising in his chest, as the shape moves, twists around on itself in an entirely unnatural way like a marionette pulled by its strings. A pale dot rises from where it had been hidden against the bright red of the Egg; it’s a face, Dream’s face, covered in clawing vines, stark against the bone-white of his sun-starved skin, vomit racing up his throat at the sight of the vines having made their homes in jagged wounds all over his face and neck and disappearing into the torn scraps of his prison uniform, each one spilling crimson in the form of writhing vines and thorns instead of blood.
“Sapnap,” Dream says again, his mouth moving with the words but something entirely other having made its home in the air of his lungs, a shivering rasp to his voice that lifts and falls with the same desperate hunger that saturates every tainted inch of the room. His neck tips to the side, shifted over by a twisting vine tangled within his hair and wrapping a crown of blood-red thorns over his forehead, tendrils drooping over his face and framing the gaunt edges. “You came.”
“Dream-” the anger comes back, familiar, at the other’s words - the same red-hot rage that had boiled within him in that first and only prison visit (you took so long) but it dissipates as fast as it comes. Dream - if this remnant, this shade, this corrupted, mangled half that seems more corruption than human can even be called the name of one he had once considered his best friend, his brother - stumbles closer, held up by the vines that twist over his shaking legs, one having the pale, ragged edge of a bone clearly having ripped through skin - and Sapnap does throw up, this time, dragging the bandana from his face and heaving bile all over the floor.
“What happened-” he cries, flames licking up his arms in defense when his friend-turned-monster-turned-this steps closer on a wreck of a leg that should not be able to bear weight, stumbles back to a roaring in his ears-
He is mine he came broken came shattered and I gave him everything I gave him his heart’s desire I am his savior his grace he asked for warmth and he asked for comfort and he asked for nothing but for someone to take his pain and he is mine he is mine he is mine
He freezes, hand tightening over his communicator; Dream stares at him with the one dull-green eye not covered by the vines splayed over his too-pale face, mouth moving but no sound coming out. The roaring, angry sound in Sapnap’s ears grows louder, follows the shape of Dream’s lips come join your friend come with me I will give him to you you have failed him once but not again not again he is mine but you can be mine also and you will be together together together
“-pnap! Sapnap!” Puffy’s words crackle over the communicator, harsh and loud and snapping him out of his thoughts, “Pull the switch, Sam! No, he’s not responding- pull the switch-”
The world dips, and he heaves in a shattered breath, lungs finally full as he breathes in clear air for the first time in what feels like an eternity, hacking coughs pulled from his throat as he tears the bandana off in one sputtering gasp for breath.
“Sap- Sapnap,” Sam pitches his voice low, comforting, a hand rubbing up and down his back, but all Sapnap can see is the skeleton of a man held together by red thread, the life leached from his skin and leaving nothing left, he asked for nothing but for someone to take the pain and he is mine he is mine he is mine-
“Sapnap,” Puffy’s voice is tinny with concern, “What happened? You stopped responding and the time passed so we pulled the switch on the stasis chamber- are you alright? Did he attack you?”
“I-” -you have failed him once but not again not again you will be together- “I need a moment.”
He scrambles away, feet carrying him away from Church Prime, away from the Holy Land, away away away until he’s standing on the Community House roof, staring at his hands at this home, destroyed, this home, rebuilt, this home, empty and wrong and a shadow of house for a shadow of a man, a shadow of a friend found, a friend lost- and sobs.
What had he done?
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Favorite fics by some of your buddies on Tumblr and Discord?
God nonnie. You fucked up big time. You underestimated just how hard I can appreciate my friends. I’d like to formally apologize for how long and in-depth this got, but I would pick a stopping point and then go ‘oh! but i cant leave out so-and-so’ and then this got mega out of hand.
Organized by author and not genre! And if I didn’t include any of your works (or I did and it was not the one you wanted), please, don’t take it personally. I am trusting everyone who comes across this post to read the tags themselves, but for two of the fics I have left TWs in front of them.
Cassia’s fics:
Internet Enemies by @cassiopeia721 (x)
At school, Midoriya Izuku is ignored at best. At home, he's raised by a single mother who seems to be always taking night shifts, and who he communicates with almost exclusively through notes on lunch boxes and texts lying about his location. As such, Midoriya Izuku turns to the internet— or more specifically, an All Might fan server on discord— for companionship. Like most things in his life, it goes wrong eventually. It just takes longer than usual.
hypnic jump
Izuku finds himself somewhere he doesn't recognize in an oversized green jumpsuit with a hero he's never seen at his back. He's pretty sure he's dreaming, and subsequent events only solidify that theory into rock-solid certainty.
Paradigm Shift (Harry Potter)
Harry undergoes a paradigm shift at the beginning of his fifth year. (Slytherin Harry)
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Kestrel’s fics:
Compass by @autisticmidoriyas (x)
Midoriya Izuku never had the chance to become a hero—or even to grow up. Fifteen years after his death, Akatani Izuku tries to save the life of a dying hero and in return receives a target painted on his back and a power humming in his bones.
All Might, Sir Nighteye, Ground Zero, Suneater, and Skyquake are left scrambling in the wake of Lemillion’s death to figure out who now holds One For All.
Intertwined with all this, the League of Villains’ war against Japan burns on. With the loss of Lemillion, the advantage is now theirs, and with the loss of One For All, victory is all-but-assured.
(What the villains don’t know is that One For All lives on in the blood of a boy who was always meant to be a hero.)
triskelion
A few seconds, and their lives—their life—is changed forever. Where three people used to exist, there is now only one.
While visiting the mall with their class, Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto are the victims of someone whose quirk can fuse together objects … and people.
Permanently.
Facing down the fact that they may never be unfused, a long adjustment period lies ahead of them as they learn how to be themself and figure out where they fit into their families, their class, and their world.
the meaning of hope
One day, the smoke will reach its end. They hold out hope for that. Even with quirks, fires cannot burn forever. They will consume all their fuel, until there is nothing left, and they will wither and die.
~~~
Lilly’s fics:
Rise of the Rat Finks by Authoress_Lilly
“You're not in trouble Neito. You’ve been tapped to join The Rats.”
The boy blinks. “The what?”
Vlad opens up a folder and hands Monoma a flyer and a small pin in the shape of a rat. “It’s a sort of secret society here at UA.
Or: an excuse to put Monoma and Midoriya together in way too many words 😅
The Root to Villainy
Prompt: Izuku doesn't realize how fucked up his past was until Aizawa does an immersive class on villain origins.
Whoops?
~~~
Dance’s fics:
Never Take Your Problem Children To Costco by DanceInTheKitchen
“SECURE THE EGGS! I REPEAT SECURE THE EGGS!” Bakugou bellowed.
“YES SIR! AYE AYE SIR!” Izuku saluted.
Shouta is staring at his students, one of whom seems to be reenacting the Lion King with a carton of eggs while the other salutes him, and wonders. What the hell did he do in his past life to deserve this?? Past him must have committed some great sin, like putting sugar in his coffee, or being a dog person.
Or, Aizawa, Bakugou and Midoriya walk into a Costco.
grow as we go
The dorms were silent, but out here in the open air, she felt both isolated and free. Isolated from the world, but free from the responsibility crushing her, isolated from her friends and family, but free from judgement. Up here, with only the stars and Iida as company, Momo felt like she could breathe.
They sat next to each other in silence, watching the stars silently crawl their way across the sky. Iida doesn’t break the silence, but he also doesn’t leave. It’s a silent promise, to listen if she needs it, or to keep her company if she doesn’t want to speak. It’s comforting.
She’s not sure when she speaks, it’s somewhere between staring up at the stars, and looking at the shiny dew covering the grass of the hills behind UA.
“I’m not ready.”
Or, with graduation right around the corner, Momo has a conversation with Iida about what growing up means.
~~~
Azure’s fics:
A Helping Hand for All by azureskyy
Izuku doesn't know why everyone's talking about a certain hero analyst online. He's tried browsing through the forums and other sites, but he just can't find the person they're talking about.
Maybe he'll ask them later. For now, he has some analysis to do.
Or: Izuku is a well-known hero and quirk analyst across multiple social media platforms.
Not that he's aware of it, of course.
A Missed Chance
Two paths cross then diverge. In another universe, perhaps, they could have walked on the same path; they could have talked for the second time that day, and Izuku could have been given an opportunity that could change his entire life. And maybe, just maybe, he would have taken it.
But this isn’t that universe.
Or: What if All Might wasn't able to find Izuku after the Sludge Villain Incident?
~~~
Alice’s fics:
A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by @makeitbluue (x)
“Did you think you’d be safe from me forever? That you could chip away at my power base and I would not care or try to hunt you down?” The man asks as he steps forwards.
Izuku scrambles backwards in his bed, searching the covers as he goes for his phone. If he can get a text off to All Might or Aizawa-sensei he can alert people to the potential danger.
But even as he moves, something in the back of his mind tells him he had heard this voice before. A different time, a different context, but the same voice.
~~~
Ely’s fics:
bend and break by @queenangst (x)
In a world where you can feel your soulmate's pain, Eijirou spends a lot of his life up until meeting his soulmate hurting.
draw and quarter
In District Twelve, no one volunteers.
When Aizawa Shouta’s name is called, no one says a word. He stands there for a moment, feeling all the world slow around him, and then he straightens his shoulders and walks to his death.
He will die fighting. At the very least, Shouta can promise that.
Shouta's name is drawn for the Hunger Games, alongside Shirakumo Oboro. No one from their district has ever won.
damage control
After All for One's defeat, Aizawa Shouta is grasping for ways to protect his students. At the same time, a discrepancy in Midoriya's behavior leads Shouta down a dangerous line of investigation and to a single question: if Midoriya is the U.A. traitor.
Between the Wind and the Water
Staying at U.A. for winter break, Izuku hopes it'll be a quiet chance to spend the holidays with Todoroki and supervising teachers All Might and Aizawa-sensei.
It's just his luck a gift-shopping trip turns into a gift from a villain, and Izuku's new Half-Cold, Half-Hot Quirk is not so easy to control. Neither are the secrets he's been carefully keeping.
a glimpse of tomorrow (looking back)
Subject: Aldera Time Capsule Ceremony Forwarded Message— This year marks ten years for the Aldera Middle School graduating class of 20XX.To celebrate, we would like to invite pro heroes Kingpin and Deku, Aldera alumni, to participate in a public time-capsule opening. We are incredibly proud to have helped them on their journeys to becoming heroes, and would be most honored to receive them as guests and for them to speak at the ceremony. [...]
"Well," Deku says, leaning over to turn the monitor towards him. His eyes flick over the contents of the email one more time. "If they haven't changed, then I guess we could return the favor."
Ten years down the line, Bakugou and Midoriya are invited to a time capsule ceremony at their middle school to read letters from their past selves, and look back on their past and how it shaped their future. For anyone else, it would have been a celebration.
For the two of them, it's an opportunity.
A look into Bakugou and Midoriya's past—through a future neither of them imagined—as pro heroes, agency partners, and friends.
of the mighty heart
It was just complicated. Kacchan had changed. Izuku had changed. What was between them was constant—Kacchan was always there—but even constants, Izuku supposed, could change, too.
...You saved me, sometimes you say Deku and it doesn’t sound so much like an insult, you say it like you mean it, you say it like you mean me.
After the war ends and the dust settles, Izuku is left in pain and feeling useless. There's still so much to do and people to save, and it's just... too much for one person.
And then there's Kacchan.
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Fawn’s fics:
Bough Breaks by @fawnvelveteen (x) (trigger warning for discussion of rape/noncon)
In life, nothing is certain. Pro-heroes aren’t always the good guys. Children are not spared from the darkest realms of humanity. Izuku isn't acting like his normal self at school lately, and his homeroom teacher has taken notice. After learning about the mother’s new, unwelcomed boyfriend, Aizawa’s concern shifts into dread. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep his student away from harm.
Almost Moon (trigger warning for suicide) (Black Clover)
It was always at night. One of Noelle's squadmates, apparently, believes it's a good idea to walk across the rooftop, directly over her head while she is trying to get some sleep. Finally, she decides to confront the nighttime nuisance. What she discovers is something she never expected, nor did she wish to see.
~~~
Nez’s fics:
The True Successor by @neko-nez (x)
Toshinori is caught in a time loop.
~~~
Aodh’s fics:
new game + (the pros of being over-leveled, the catharsis of finally beating That One Boss, and a bonus social link) by @takeyamayuu (x)
Izuku hasn’t been noticed yet, being as far from the fight as he is. Or if he has, they’re dismissing him in favor of the larger threat of Aizawa-sensei. As they should, since he takes out the last one with a well placed kick, turning to face Shigaraki,
Izuku tenses, this is-
This is where his teacher’s arm is injured and then-
The Nomu.
One for All spikes to around fifty percent, his muscles stinging, bones creaking as Izuku darts forward, aiming for Shigaraki’s head with an axe-kick.
Second year Midoriya Izuku gets hit with a Quirk, skids into the USJ, and learns a little about self-care along the way.
~~~
Ghost’s fics:
fingerpaint bruises and a kick in the teeth by @ghoststrawberries (x)
There’s a sour taste in Shouta’s mouth as he stares at Jackrabbit’s bright smile. The smile he’s wearing in every clear photo of him. It somewhat reminds Shouta of All Might’s smile.
Jackrabbit might be a menace to the Commission, but there’s no way Shouta can believe that a man with that smile is anything less than good to his core.
“And I’m your last resort to handle this quietly.” He says knowingly, keeping his thoughts to himself.
“Precisely.”
Shouta’s gut response is to refuse.
The words “I don’t kill.” are halfway up his throat before they become stuck.
As an underground hero, sometimes Shouta Aizawa is called upon to do darker jobs than one might expect a hero to have to do. This time, when he's tasked with taking out a vigilante who's managed to bother the Hero Public Safety Commission one too many times, he's not sure he'll be able to follow through.
~~~
Amira’s fics:
And Now I See Daylight by @awake-my-oceans (x)
AnalysisOverload Current mood: HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON
AnalysisOverload reblogged AnalysisOverload Okay, let’s talk HeroCon.
Look around, and you’ll see a lot of discrimination—against people whose Quirk is debilitating, against people whose Quirks scare us, against people who have trouble controlling their Quirk, against people who don’t have a Quirk at all. It’s easy to feel alone in a sea of discrimination.
Enter HeroCon:X.
A social media fic following Deku post-graduation.
The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel
“You claim you are from the future,” Nedzu said, hopping onto his desk. “Do you have anything to prove this?”
Hitoshi fished around in his pocket. “Here’s my hero license,” he said, holding it up.
Nedzu opened his mouth, but Hitoshi kept right on going, producing a handful of odds and ends from his pocket. “Also a movie ticket, some dryer lint, some, uh, didn’t know I still had that but it’s old gum—“
That was when Aizawa walked in, capture weapon floating around him. “What’s the emergency?” he asked, clipped, as he kicked open the door.
“—and the left arm of a Deku plushie,” Hitoshi finished, unruffled. “My cat ate the rest.”
~~~
Aaaaaand that’s all I got. Thanks for making it to the end!
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