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mysacredmuse · 2 months

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Heyy, could i perhaps request some hc's with aventurine and nightmares? Seeing how his past was so rough, i can only imagine he has nightmares frequently, and i wonder what he would do if his s/o caught him having one. I also sometimes think; would he perhaps not initiate living together because of his nightmares, not wanting to show his fragility? Thank you, i love your writing!

yes, of course!! I would love to write this for you :) I definitely agree and as someone who also has nightmares almost every night, this was interesting to write :) as for not living together, quite possible. I definitely also feel like he would have some trouble and shame to let his partner witness such a "weak" or an "embarrassing" moment of his vulnerability :/ and thank you so much !! I am so glad to hear that, you are very kind :) <3

alexa play class of 2013 by mitski (or any mitski song tbh)

aventurine & nightmares, mentions of slight panic attack, written with gender neutral reader in mind, angst & fluff, spoilers (?)

dividers by @/cafekitsune :)

his nightmares used to be much more frequent before he met you. Now, he has them occasionally, but they are intense nonetheless. At first, he doesn't tell you about them in fear of looking weak or stupid for being still affected by everything regardless of gaining so much with you and on a personal level. Which is also why when he spends the night over, he makes sure for you to fall asleep first and he doesn't get much sleep himself, worried about possible nightmare occurring

eventually, as the topic of living together gets brought up, he is quite hesitant to make a move about it. You don't take it to heart, but he becomes even more worried that you might think it's something he doesn't desire, so he opens up slightly to you. He explains that he has nightmares from time to time that can be a bit hard to deal with and he doesn't want you to feel pressured into comforting him or responsible to take care of him in such moments

truth to be told, you knew and expected such thing. The way he lived was a life worse than a slave, stealing the light in his eyes for a good time before he looked at you. You reassure him that it would never be an issue and that the two of you are in this together, nor he could ever be perceived as weak by you in any shape or form which gives him some peace

so, the two of you finally move in together, enjoying all the things that couples usually do as they arrange their living space. The comfort and excitement of buying new things, decorating the space to fit both of your tastes really pushes back his fears and nightmares...for a while, that is

the first couple of times are a bit less intense nightmares, mostly accompanied by him twitching and shaking in his sleep from which he wakes up fairly quickly afterwards. Those usually don't wake you up, so he just leaves to get some fresh air, trying to contain himself and calm down in order to be able to sleep a bit more peacefully. Usually, he cuddles up closely behind you after those, the warmth and closeness of your body providing enough comfort for him to fall asleep again

however, the first time that a more intense nightmare occurs - it wakes you up. He mumbles and talks in his sleep, a bit louder as his body becomes quite shaky and tense. You can't quite catch everything, but you can make out that he talks about his mom, asking where is she, talking about an older sister - each question bringing more panic into his body. He finally wakes up with a chain of sharp gasps as his hand wraps around his throat, the nightmare reminding him of the heavy chains that once used to mark his neck

he gasps for air, fingers tracing to his tattoo as his eyes become wide in the aftermath of panic. You slowly settle next to him, gently making him aware of your presence as you try not to startle him. He turns his head, eyes glistening with light tears as he meets your gaze filled with worry. He swallows, turning away from you as a weak voice apologizes for waking you up

"You should go back to sleep..it's nothing, really." he whispers weakly, clearing his throat as his shaky hand remains on his neck, slightly picking on the tattoo.

You pause for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts as you speak carefully.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of. I do not pity you if that's what you worry about. Of course that I feel sad that you have to go through this, but I do not pity you or deem you as weak." you tenderly reassure, hand falling on his bare back, trying to provide more comfort.

"I did say that we are going to handle this together and I meant it." you whisper, slightly leaning towards him.

he finds some comfort and peace in your words. He just nods, teary eyes finally gazing at you as his head falls onto your chest. First couple of times are like this as you try not to overstep the boundary or make him feel forced to talk about anything. Some nights are harder than the others as the nightmares are more violent such as the hot metal marking his neck forever, leaving him to sob on your lap. Some nights you prepare the tea for him to help him fall asleep more easily and he usually asks you to play with his hair until he does so

every time after that, he begins opening up more. He tells you about the nightmares and when the specific event happened. A lot of his memories are hazy, but talking to you allows him to also remember some good times, regardless of the heavy pain coating those moments. He talks to you about his mother and father, his sisters and brothers, friends and people he remembers. The pain will never go away completely, but talking about his experiences to you helps him greatly. Especially because he gets to speak about his family and get a sense of honouring them while doing so, feeling a bit more like a normal person during those times and making his own head a bit more nicer place to be at, all while he receives endless support and reassurance from you :)

#aventurine x reader fluff #aventurine x reader #aventurine fluff #aventurine angst #aventurine x yn #aventurine x you #hsr angst #hsr fluff #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x reader #muse's writings

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bagopucks · 5 months

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J. Hughes - Can’t Break Up Now [Old Dominion & Megan Moroney]

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Jack Hughes x Fem!reader

Word Count: 904

Warning(s): talk of major fight, self deprecating thoughts, thoughts of self harm

I promise this fic will not hit the same if you don’t listen to the song while reading. This song quickly became my favorite as soon as I heard it, and I knew it just had to be a Jack fic.

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You know the color of my coffee

Too many t-shirts in my closet that you bought me

At this point, I can't unlearn the things you've taught me

About myself

It was our biggest fight yet. Jack and I had both said things we didn’t mean. We were scared of the unknown. Scared of a disagreement with our future. Jack had merely said he could easily see himself leaving the city if he ever got traded. But I had a stable job and family here. I couldn’t leave…

I had been frozen in shock when the door slammed shut. He’d left. Perhaps rightfully so. I’d called him horrible things. I broke down on the carpet in the bedroom when he left.

You pick the music when I'm driving

Your mama always takes my side when you fight me

And these days, my dog likes you more than he likes me

You can just tell

Jack hadn’t thought the answer through, and in the end he got too defensive to admit how wrong he was. When he left he didn’t know where he was headed. Jack just knew he was going somewhere. The yelling, the accusations, the hateful words spoken… they’d all been too much.

Jack gripped the steering wheel of his car impossibly tighter than before. His knuckles were white. He wanted to pull the wheel and turn himself into oncoming traffic. He wanted to spend his life with this woman. What had he done?

So what am I supposed to, unlisten to every song written?

Take you out of every melody?

You know my secrets, my demons, and I know your weaknesses

All of your doubts and your dreams

Jack knew she was alone, just as he was. Crying, panicking, asking herself what to do. He just couldn’t bring himself to go back. He didn’t know how to face her. But where were they supposed to go from here? The only way to know was if they could talk it out. Jack knew if they didn’t talk, it had a 100% chance of ending badly. Maybe if they spoke they could fix it.

So we

Can't break up now

No, we

Can't break up now

Four years. Four solid years of loving and growing. There for each other in every scenario. Every rise and fall. Every accomplishment and failure. There was such a deep history, how could they end things?

I hate the thought of starting over

If you left, I know I'd never get closure

Can't imagine letting anyone get closer

Than you are to me, oh

I flicked through photos in my phone, scaling back too many years. If I deleted them, four years of my life would be gone. Four years of so much effort. How could I leave him? I folded my legs beneath myself on our bed. Our bed. I needed Jack. The photos on the wall? His clothes? His towels in my bathroom. His dishes in my cabinets. His movies, his gaming consoles, his furniture. Everything would be gone.

Yeah, I'll battle this out all night 'till we fix it

If the ship's going down, I'm going down with it

Time alone did nothing to ease either mind. So perhaps it was better to be together.

Your friends are my friends

Jack turned his car around the moment he knew what he wanted.

I start where you end

I stood from the bed to leave the room. I decided I’d leave the front door unlocked. Yet when I got there, I couldn’t gain the courage to actually unlock it. Instead I sat against the wall next to the door, waiting to hear his knock. His voice.

We've got too much history

This was the right choice.

So we

Can't break up now

No, we

Can't break up now

We've come too far and we're in too deep

We love too hard just to let it go

So we

Can't break up now, oh

It didn’t take Jack long to drive back to the apartment. Mostly because he was speeding. He’d tried to fix his disheveled appearance before knocking on the door, plastered with fake gold numbers that clacked every time the door shook.

So what am I supposed to, unlisten to every song written?

Take you out of every melody?

I shot up at the sound, no hesitation in my body this time as I unlocked the door and opened it. We were met with one another’s faces, silent, blank. Where would this go?

No, we

Can't break up now

No, we

Can't break up now

“I’m so sorry..” Jack’s broken voice reached my ears. “I love you so much.”

No, we

Can't break up now

No, we

Can't break up now

“God Jack I never should have said any of that.” I fell into his arms, quiet sobs falling from our lips as we held each other tightly.

We've come too far and we're in too deep

We love too hard just to let it go

“Please let me in,” Jack whispered against my neck. It wasn’t even a question as to whether I would or not.

So we

Can't break up now

“Come in, honey.. let’s sit down.” I held onto his hand as I ushered him in, tears streaming down both of our faces.

No, we

Can't break up now, oh

It was better to heal together than alone.

Can't break up now

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mirkwoodmunson · 2 years

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Eddie crushing on a girl and then after a long time he finally gets to see her naked and he can't help but say "oh wow" all soft cause of how breathtaking he thinks she is..............

i cant let this just sit in my box beep u are So Right

18+; minors dni

eddie munson x gn!reader

tw: cursing, perceived nudity

Eddie Munson’s head over heels dumb for you the first moment he sees you, before you’ve even spoken a word — and he knows already that when he does get to talk to you it’s gonna melt him like smooth chocolate on his tongue.

In fact when he finally gets the guts to approach you — leaning against the side of your car with books cradled in your arms — he tries to play it cool when he rests his hand against your vehicle to prop himself up, just by your shoulder, but truth be told your first uttered syllable (Hi!) had just made him that weak in the knees that he needed the support.

After that, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Well, he already couldn’t stop thinking about you — but now he could put a voice to all those imagined scenarios and it made it so much harder not to daydream about resting his head in your lap while you told him about your day and stroked his hair.

Couldn’t stop stealing glances when you weren’t looking. When he thought you weren’t looking —because of course you’d noticed the boy from Hellfire Club looking at you all the time. Of course you were looking, too.

Even when you guys started ‘hanging out,’ (both of you too nervous to say dating) Munson couldn’t believe what he’d landed. Couldn’t stop gazing, had to keep reminding himself you were real and you liked him too and you really truly wanted to spend every moment of your days with him.

How could he not?

It was the way everything about you was just, right. It was so easy to get lost in appreciating the way your soft hair fell around your face when you hung your head over your current focus, brushed away occasionally to show concentrated eyes lightly hooded, obscured by dainty lashes.

The way — christ, just the way you breathed; everything about you was so gentle and he often found himself just watching the steady rise and fall of your shoulders, or the smallest jerk when you sniffled. When you’d pull in a steady deep breath he’d watch them riiiiise and then relax as you exhaled, finding himself to be subconsciously breathing with you.

The way when you looked up to catch his gaze, a little blush would spread over your nose and cheeks and your smile would reach and fill your eyes, crinkle the corners, and you’d giggle — god that little laugh made him weak; made his eyes soften and made his hands ball up with the ache of wanting to run them all over you, use them to still your cheeks so he could kiss you.

And when he finally does kiss you…

His tummy does somersaults, fireworks behind his eyes, a longing buried in his bones — a longing for you. A longing to tangle himself with you, hide away in your presence and live there forever; he wouldn’t have pulled away if not for his head swimming for air. That soft, heady gasp that you breathe against his puffy red lips eliciting a murmured groan from Eddie as he dips back in and sinks into your soft, soft skin.

He learns quickly after that — after finally getting to kiss, to touch you, Eddie learns that you harbor an equal hunger for him. He learns that when he kisses you you melt, you have to find purchase against him, you need him to hold onto you tight lest you pool at his feet. He always notices that your hands fist into his shirt, that when you pull away for air you’re gazing at his lips for more, that when he teases his tongue against yours it makes you mewl into his mouth as your eyelids flutter.

Eddie knows he needs to take it slow, needs to be careful with you. He wants you to feel safe, wants you both to feel like it’s right — that you’re both ready.

It’s one of those nights at his trailer — alone together, hidden away in the hazy-warm glow of Eddie’s bedroom; it had started as distracted kisses during Exorcist but now Eddie has you propped up in his lap with his hands smoothing slowly over your thighs, yours knotted into the front of his shirt as you sigh pleasantly into his mouth.

Eddie’s been happily following your lead, but when your hold on his shirt turns into a tug — when you do that little grind with your hips — he bites back a groan and stills you, nudges his nose against yours.

“You g— you gotta calm down, baby,” he breathes, and in turn you fuss impatiently.

“Ed lemme, I wanna~” it’s all you can muster in a whine, foggy with need as you pull at his shirt again.

He huffs laughter but it’s drowned out as you kiss him again, before he allows you to pull off his shirt.

It’s an awkward shuffle as you both move about removing each other’s clothes, trying to steal kisses in between tossing things aside, bumping and fumbling and little curses and soft laughter — awkward but you’re both so comfortable with each other it’s easy at the same time; you’re in no rush.

Certainly not when Eddie finally, finally has you bare, now beneath him with your knees pulled up between his, shyly hiding your crotch while your fingers fiddle together at your chest. You look at the ceiling, the walls, Eddie’s hair. But when you hear him say,

“Oh… wow…”

His voice is so, so silken and gentle that you whimper and blush, biting your lip quickly to swallow any further sound which prompts Eddie to cradle your cheek in his hand, thumb brushing a line over your lips to ease them, encouraging you to relax, to look at him.

When you do, your muscles lax under the heady puppy-eyed gaze of Eddie, viewing you with such bare affection and tenderness like he was first realizing his most favorite work of art, hearing his favorite song the first time, weighted in place with need to appreciate the shape of you for as long as he possibly could.

He’d be embarrassed to admit how often he’d thought of this but he never realized he’d be so taken off-guard by how god-damned breathtaking you are.

You look at him too — the tousled curls that hang around his face as he leans over you, falling over shoulders that are stronger than you’d thought, arms that are thick but gentle with you. And those eyes. So intense the way he looks at you and it makes your heart pound, makes you tremble a little but with the need for him to touch you more.

“Pretty Eds,” you murmur shyly, reaching up to push fingers into his hair which he leans into, raising his brow as he laughs.

“I’m pretty?! Sweetheart every time I blink lookin’ at you is fuckin’ wasted time,” he breathes it softly and you giggle but it tapers into a shy mewl as you pull your hand away and hide your rosy face in your palms.

“No no no!” Eddie eases with an audible grin, gently prying away your wrists and holding them together into the sheets above your head, his other hand at your knees still pressed together.

“Please don’t hide that sweet face away.”

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apocalypseyoshia · 7 months

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OLROX X MALE READER

female or she/her presenting people please DNI

Any blogs that ignore this will be blocked explanation why here

I can’t stop imagining Olrox from Castlevania: Nocturne x male reader angst so here

He was a peacemaker one that never respond nor resorted to violence he was kind to everyone around him always having his door open to anyone brother’s by blood or not anyone at all

He was patient and quiet even though he never resorted to violence he was not weak no on the contrary his believes where strong and he had fought for his and other peoples land no matter how hard the fight was he would always be there

that determination had ended up catching one of the eye of a certain Aztec vampire

Who could someone so quiet be so passionate about fighting for his people even going so far as to find a way not to hurt them or others, making deals, agreement’s and finding middle ground that work out for both sides, he had to see this man for himself

So one day he went to meet him himself and he hadn’t expected what roses from the situation, a night of laughter and meaningful conversations the man’s warmth was like a disease one that had even affected the manipulative Aztec vampire simply because it was genuine it was kind it was warm and it felt so much like home

Years pass and the man is not as strong as he once was but still as passionate, he had still kept his door open to anyone, maybe that’s what aloud Olrox to because so close with him, maybe- no Olrox definitely took advantage of that fact he as he stood beside him throughout the years trying to brake him but nothing ever seemed to work he had tried to use his sliver tongue and his fake soft touch to brake him and his believes down but it paled in comparison to the man’s loyalty to his believes

“We all live on this earth, we’re pout here as a race for a reason”

Olrox had never understood why or even how the man had gotten to this conclusion but slowly bit by bit it didn’t matter he just wanted to be near him close to him

Slowly Olrox had developed feelings for him but had never told him, his pride being to high, but no matter how much he tried to deny it everyone knew they saw the way his eyes soften as the sight of the man playing and taking care of the orphans of the tribe, he might have indulged in helping out to indulge his desire to speed more time with the man, maybe he did not realize how Much he was indulging himself in as the orphans started calling him father, he did not stop them no he couldn’t see the face’s of those children being crushed as he told them to stop, so he never did.

Who knows maybe the time he spent with the man of his dreams had made him go soft but he didn’t care not anymore he would spend every waking minute with his man if he could, that’s why that’s why he had to tell him eventually

So he did just that

And he never regretted anything after

No he never regretted anything after, not The moment’s of endless bliss or the passionate love making, MOTHER FUCKING LOVE MAKING, he couldn’t even call it sex because everything everything with that man was deep was beautiful and was free

The life they lived together was a now oddly blurred mix of happiness, endless happiness,

oh how he missed that

He misses everything, he misses waking up with someone cuddling him in bed, he missed someone walking with him at the darkest depths of night, he missed someone hushing him when he would try to talk over the tribe’s elder’s, he missed someone braiding his hair and helping him put on his earrings, he missed the soft touches and the quiet morning’s, he missed making bad jokes that would inevitably get him a hit on the head

He missed his love

He should have never let him go on that boat he should have forced him to retire his title of peacemaker and even after all of that he should have turned him but he didn’t

MOTHER

FUCKING

DIDN’T

He trusted his lover’s words, he shouldn’t have, if he didn’t then maybe just maybe he wouldn’t be standing in front of the empty grave plot where his lover’s body was supposed to be held, they couldn’t even find a body, it was to broken to mangled it was too burnt and too gruesome to even be called a body it was past a corpse at that point,

but even after knowing all of that he fought with the captain’s of the ship to go back and retrieve it he wanted to hold him close one last time just one last time but the captain had said no so he slaughtered him and everyone else on the ship

because why, why should they get to live why should they’re family’s get closure why should those body’s get to be buried while his lover’s body is in an unusual place that will because his unmarked gave?!

His anger took a hold of him and he didn’t hold back, he didn’t want to Olrox hated humans for what they did, for taking away their one saving grace in his eyes so he wanted to take everything back from them

#gay #gay mlm #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #olrox x reader #castlevania olrox #angst #Castlevania nocturne x reader

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yandere-daze · 3 months

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Fun in the snow with amir !!!!! Y'know building a snowman making snow angels snowball fights all that and more !!!!

In addition cozy time inside watching the snow fall outside!!!!

ALSO!!!! Getting snowed in and spending the rest of the day/night together Infront of fire place

I LOVE YOUR WORKKK :D

Awww thank you, I´m glad to hear you enjoy my writing! 🤗 I know you had to wait a long time for me to answer this ( as most people in my inbox, sorry about that) but I still hope you enjoy! I have three days off right now so I hope I can get in some more writing when I´m not tired from work.

gn reader

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tw yandere (but that barely comes into play here)

A cozy winter date with Amir

For a very long time, Amir had simply watched human couples enjoy their time in the snow from up above in the clouds. Many days he had spent gazing down and staring wistfully at the couples they personally had a hand in match-making.

It was unbecoming of a god like them, but secretly they too were yearning to experience the kind of love he inspired in others. Oh, how he longed to play around and have fun in the snow with his very own lover! But alas, for a very long time, these types of feelings were denied to him.

That was until they had laid eyes upon you. The moment he saw you, it was as if his heart was struck by one of his very own arrows. Feelings of love and adoration coursed through them wildly, a feeling that made them feel weak and vulnerable and yet so very happy.

Ever since then, Amir´s desire to have a winter date with his beloved has increased even further. The mere thought of holding your hand while walking through a snowy landscape made his heart flutter.

And though they wish for this to happen so badly, you would most certainly have to be the one to propose the idea. They feel way too shy whenever they are in your presence and they could never imagine being so presumptuous as to believe that you would agree to go on a date with them when you shine so much brighter than any other being in this world

He definitely blushes when you ask him out on a date and yet he gets all jittery from his nerves acting up. He can´t believe his luck! But then he promptly gets nervous when he realizes that he doesn´t have any actual knowledge about what one would do on a wintery date.

You will have to take charge and make a plan for the day and Amir will be happy to go along with whatever you say.

Walking through the snow with you, hand in hand, really is a dream come through for them. Even through the thick gloves, he can feel your warmth radiating through the palm of your hand. You holding on to him like this is pure bliss, it´s better than anything he could have ever imagined.

When you suggest doing a snowball fight, you will have to assure them over and over that you´re okay with him throwing snowballs at you and that no, you will not be hurt or damaged in any way when he does so. Throwing something at you just feels so...violent! Amir can´t imagine himself ever doing that but will cave in when you assure him that it´s fine. (He will still hold himself back from throwing too harshly)

Will let themselves get hit by you on purpose just because he loves the little victorious smile that slips on your lips whenever your snowballs hit their target. Seeing you so happy makes the growing cold coursing through them worth it

Snow angels? Snow angels! Depending on if you already know that they´re a god or not, you might suggest this activity to tease them a little about their angelic nature.

The activity of doing snow angels will be completely foreign to them so you will have to show them what to do exactly. Once he understands what he needs to do, it´s actually quite fun for him. He´s also really into the idea of the both of you making snow angels right next to each other so it looks like your angels are touching.

"Look! It looks like our little angel friends are on a date, too!", you would exclaim when you regard your "masterpiece", a happy smile on your face. Amir also can´t help but smile as well at your enthusiasm.

Amir would never admit that he´s slowly getting cold because he doesn´t want this date to ever end, but you notice him shivering and rubbing his hands together for warmth, so you end up suggesting to go back inside.

A pleasant warmth greets you when you step back inside your house, a welcome change to the blistering cold outside. You help each other take off your winter clothing and you can´t help but pull him close by his scarf, pressing a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, only humming in satisfaction when you see his cheeks reddening dramatically. He´s so very cute.

Seeing as Amir is still in a bit of a daze, you leave them in the living room to prepare some hot chocolate for the both of you, a sweet aroma soon spreading through the house.

With a gentle smile, you hand him one of the mugs, which they accept gratefully, as you sit down next to them on the sofa, huddling close for warmth.

It´s quite a serene moment, you both cuddling under a blanket and drinking your sweet beverage as a snowstorm rages on outside your window. In a rare moment of boldness, Amir draws you in closer, craving your touch and you´re very happy to oblige as you snuggle your face into his chest, their heart thumping loudly beneath.

And as the exhaustion from your outdoor activities finally catches up to you and your eyes slowly close, Amir thinks that they couldn´t imagine being with anyone else.

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tkdrawz · 2 years

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People, let's not overreact about Knuckles.

Ever since the preview of Sonic Drone Home, I've been seeing a bit of worry in minor parts of the Sonic Community when it comes to Movie Knuckles' portrayal. Well, allow me to put your worries at ease:

Him,

and him

are NOT the same. Let me break it down:

As you know, the common backstory for every version of Knuckles so far is that they all are the last of their kind, originate from Angel Island and, with the exception of Boom, they all are guardians of and/or associated with the Master Emerald.

Movie Knuckles was written to be an angry fish out of water. He appears to be very stoic, driven, and strict in dialect. He was a bonafide WARRIOR. In the same manner in which Sonic lost Longclaw, Knuckles lost his father and tribe on the spot as well, which resulted in both of them spending majority of their lives alone. However, Sonic was able to escape to Earth. While in hiding and fending for himself, Sonic studied the behaviour of human society, found several ways to entertain himself, figured out how to control and use his powers, and eventually became part a new family that loved and accepted him for who he is. Knuckles, on the other hand, was not granted that same fortune.

Knuckles was left at that same spot his father said his farewell to him before the battle. I could only imagine how patient he was, how cold it was that night, how he sat there for probably days hoping that through the tall trees he'd see his father and tribe come back with the Master Emerald in hand, victorious just as his father probably assured him. But no, that did not happen at all. Knuckles could only infer (or go to the battleground and see for himself... HOW SAD! 🥺😭🤧) that Longclaw took out the entire tribe and Sonic got away. Thus beginning his "hour of sorrow". I'd think he was taught the one thing to do in the rare case that the entire tribe would be wiped out and he'd be the only one left: FINISH THE MISSION. TRAIN NOW, CRY LATER. What he knew was that Sonic is the enemy and the bane of his existence. Hate, confusion, and anger festered inside him for years, basically his motivation for living was avenging his family and fufilling the mission that they couldn't do: Kill Sonic and find the Master Emerald. In his words, he was trained since birth in all sorts of combat for his "destiny". And it was ON SIGHT the moment he was on Sonic's doorstep!

I would like to point out that it seems that he spotted the red flags throughout their journey together. And I'm sure Knuckles wanted to call him out, but he was convinced that Robotnik wouldn't betray him because he was his friend. After all, Eggman did call him his BFFFAE (Bestest Friend For Ever And Ever). Knuckles' tribe has instilled in him the values of loyalty and being a man of his word. And to do to Robotnik what he did to him would be wrong because they made an alliance.

And it's not like Knuckles was COMPLETELY unaware. First, the way he left Stone at the Mean Bean coffee shop to which Knuckles reacted by saying "Dishonor!" only for Robotnik to repsond by simpling saying "Dis is how I roll." Then there was his reaction on the mountain when Sonic helped an unconsious Tails instead of getting the compass. When Knuckles sees this, Robotnik replies "New friend, same pathetic weakness." And of course Robotnik eventually betray him. We, the audience knew that. Agent Stone knew that. And Sonic knew too, he was just shocked at the way he did it. Heck, I was too! The brutal insult that he gave to Knuckles (I mean, he practically SPIT on Knuckles with those words), only to steal the one object he quested his entire life for, and leave him to die in a crumbling underwater temple. And as he was drowning underneath giant debris, he knew he messed up. He was ashamed and embarassed. He failed his father, his tribe, and, more importantly, himself. And he couldn't blame anyone else, not even Robotnik.

But, thankfully, Sonic saved him. And as some sort of retaliation, Knuckles saved him. During the hilarious impromptu sandball fight, when Sonic revealed that he couldn't let him die, Knuckles was surprised and curious as to why Sonic saved him in first place even though Knuckles gave him the 🍑 whooping of a lifetime. (That is, until Shadow shows up. 😏) And he was even more curious that despite the fact they both suffered traumatic loses of their rival families and failing multiple times, Sonic chose to be free-spirited, noble, and optimistic rather than revengeful and tied to his past. Sonic then extends his hand (and his heart) to Knuckles, saying that he found a new destiny, a new family and he could do the same as well.

I said all that to say this, Movie Knuckles is not dense. Not in the slightest. He was simply misled and out of touch. He's just complex, and that's a lot for some people. (His words, not mine.) We can see in the movie that Knuckles is not entirely familiar with technology (especially Robotnik's), handshakes, sports, ice cream, or flossing (I repeat, especially Robotnik's). But he's not alone anymore, he has a new tribe of lifelong friends, who he now knows won't betray him. With the help of his friends and enough time, he will eventually adjust to the way things work on this pale blue dot, just like Sonic did. And that will probably be shown in Sonic Drone Home. (I'd LOVE to make an appreciation post and disect his character even further, but this ain't the post to do it!😅 Maybe later!✌🏾)

Now Boom Knuckles on the other hand, is a different breed. As far as his backstory goes, it was mentioned that he came from Angel Island and he's the last of his kind. However, he doesn't guard the Master Emerald (which doesn't exist in the Boom universe nor do the Chaos Emeralds).

He is one of the five protectors of the village he resides in. The rest being Sonic, Tails, Amy Rose, and Sticks. It seems that the gang get along pretty well. They're already a "found family" of their own.

Now personality wise.... *BIG F-ING SIGH* He was written to be the typical naive, comedic-relief token meathead of the friend group with the strength and body composition of a god (Or a steroid induced gym coach, take your pick.🤷🏾‍♀️) and a heart of gold. While he is headstrong, determined, and ready to fight (just like all the other Knuckles) Boom Knuckles is extremely sensitive and fails to understand the concept or overall message of simple everyday scenarios, except of course the breaking of gender roles. (Go to YouTube, type "Sonic Boom: Knuckles is a Feminist." Yeah. That really happened.)

Now to be clear: Boom Knuckles VERY RARELY has his moments, but he is not smart. Not even average intelligence. He is NOT smart. Thus, claiming his role as the least preferred version of Knuckles in Sonic history. How unfortunate...

Don't get me wrong, I do love Boom Knuckles and accept his flaws and all. However I understand the reasons why he gets so much hate to a degree. Looking past the design choice and sports tape, the fans were not feeling the way he was portrayed on Sonic Boom. Of course we love to see comedy when it comes to Sonic media, but not at the expense of deminishing the qualities that made Knuckles a fan favorite in the first place. People want Knuckles to be taken seriously. And that's completely valid. Boom Knuckles can still beat the crap out of you. He just can't tell his left from his right or doesn't know how to count or would knowingly eat a napkin rather than burnt food or get blown up in the face 87 times by a bunch of exploding baby ducks before he realizes they're not real...🤦🏾‍♀️

Anyways, Sonic Boom is now cancelled. Buried. Sega won't even acknowledge them. It was cancelled not only because of the horrible reputation the infamous Sonic Boom: Rise of Lyric game recieved, but the fact that Cartoon Network sabatoged the show from the start. First, they make the debut episode in Season 1 and every episode afterwards air at 7:00 in the mother loving morning! With only one commercial made to promote the show. ONLY ONE. Then, they shove literally ALL of Season 2 straight to Boomerang, the sister network that doesn't come with the main network in standard cable packages, resulting in lower ratings and viewership. Boom Knuckles is meant only for his respective cancelled universe and it's going to stay that way.

Where Boom Knuckles lacked is what Movie Knuckles had and more: charm, potential, character development, and uniqueness. Movie Knuckles comedy stems on his raw reaction and understanding of Earth stuff. Not stupidity. (Grab a knight from mideval times and bring them here to present. See how they react.) While Boom Knuckles' comedy relies on him not knowing literally basic fundamentals and saying or doing something stupid out of nowhere for the sake of being "the dumb one". Too many shows rely on that formula which is why great characters fail and shows eventually get cancelled or seen as mediocre. (Cosmo from the Fairly Odd Parents, B.O.B from Monsters vs Aliens, and Patrick Star at one point.)

Jeff Fowler, Pat Casey, and everyone else involved in the writing of the movie understood the fact that Knuckles was genuine and serious, yet a little gullible. And we, the fans, appreciated and deserved that! It's been a long time since we've seen such a more serious approach being taken on Knuckles that even lacked in the main series. It was so refreshing to see him in all his glory on the big screen that not only showed us the Knuckles we knew and love, but introduced his backstory in such a new light that helped us understand and empathize with him throughout the movie.

I promise you, I PROMISE YOU, that the SCU will in no way use Boom Knuckles as a refrence or stepping stone for Movie Knuckles. They have a good formula working for them and are super receptive to feedback. Ever since the Gangster's Paradise Gremlin in 2019, they learned REAL QUICK to humble themselves and listen to what we, the fans, want. They have absolutely no intention of jeopardizing the success they have now. We are the consumers after all and if we collectively don't like something, we'll let them know.

Movie Knuckles is Movie Knuckles and Boom Knuckles is Boom Knuckles. PERIOD. The only similarities they have between each other are their species, their red fur, and their names. That's it.

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zorosbeau33 · 13 days

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Simplicity~ Eijiro Kirishima Imagine

❖ MHA/BNHA, Kirishima x Gender Neutral reader

❖ category, any genre

❖ No warnings~

❖ wc: 605

❖ @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut ❖ Masterlist ❖

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Hope you all enjoy this little idea, all involved in this au are aged up~

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Twirl about in the golden glow of the late sun's last rays. Bare feet reshaping the golden mounds below you, letting the wind caress your cheek while your eyes half close. A melody playing in your mind only you would know, limbs outreached for a tender embrace. Hair rustling as sweetened tones of mirth and joy rolling past your lips. The world seemed to fall away, lost in the magic of the moment.

His eyes never left you, fingers reaching forward, brushing, grasping, and gently warming against yours. The sand still warm beneath his feet as he danced in and out of the surging waves and along the seashell-speckled shoreline with you. Lips turned up at the corners as he dipped and quickly spun you around. Your mirth ringing out louder as the laughs leaving you turned to squeal, Kirishima's hold tightening as he lifted you higher into his embrace. Nothing in this world would ever be so nice as spending a moment with you. Heart hammering in his ribs filling him with vital life-bearing oxygen, Kirishima darted down the beach carrying you away from the crashing waves and back up towards the house overlooking the water. Your attempted escape had failed, and you both were completely fine with it. Locked in a joking war of feigned struggle and playful scolding.

Your friends watched on from above and jeered, or cheered, calling you both to dinner and back into the ring of people gathering on the deck. Kirishima however took his time, for as quick as he had run after you, he was merely walking back now with you securely over his shoulder. Trouble maker captured, one hand resting just shy of your ass. The weak whines you let out and the tiny wiggled kicks makes him merely laugh harder.

“Come on babe~ Give it up you’re stuck now!” Kirishima set you down gently, touching down on the cool wood of the back deck by the pool. “Dinner time~”

Being a good player if a tease, you made a fuss of pretending to acquiesce, leaning into his side as you caught your breath. Cheeks stinging from wind and lack of oxygen, Kirishima was warm and solid. His arm slipped around your hips as he calmly talked to your friends and gathered a drink for you both to share. Every touch gentle and adoring, his eyes sparkling in the sunset as you all gathered together to celebrate the first day of your vacation together. The smiles on everyone's faces only make the love you shared with him and them grow stronger.

“Someday we’ll have to gather together like this again.” Chuckled Denki dodging a pool noodle from Bakugo.

“Maybe it's hard for all of us to get off for a week like this though.” Sighed Momo regretfully.

“You won’t have an option someday, because all of you will have to come to our wedding!” The happy statement from Kirishima’s lips was casual enough but took most by surprise. He however kept smiling and started excitedly talking about the plans you all shared for tomorrow, he’d never parasailed before hopefully he wouldn’t freak out. Statements like these came so easily to him, just as easily as he found himself cuddling into your shoulder as you all sat around the fire pit that night watching the stars roll by. “I can’t wait for more days like this.”

His whisper was perhaps meant for no one at all, but you heard him as he gently nosed into your shoulder content in the simple knowledge that yet again tomorrow he would be waking up to another day spent with you.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x gender neutral reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x gender neutral reader #boyfriend my hero academia #boyfriend boku no hero academia #boyfriend kirishima #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia x reader imagine #my hero academia x gender neutral reader imagine #my hero academia x you imagine #boku no hero academia x you imagine #boku no hero academia x reader imagine #boku no hero academia x gender neutral reader imagine #kirishima #kirishima eijiro #kirishima x you #kirishima x reader #kirishima x gender neutral reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro x you #kirishima eijiro x gender neutral reader #boyfriend kirishima imagine #kirishima fluff #kirishima x reader imagine #kirishima imagine

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chaostudee · 2 years

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stupid for you. robin buckley

pairing : robin buckley x female reader summary : falling for your best friend was unexpected. so in the luck that she may feel the same way was near impossible. warnings : fluff + y/n being clueless and a idiot extra : lowercase intended words : 1.5k a/n : women man spreading in my weakness. tf i'm actually proud of this one?!

there was something about her that made you long for something more than her friendship. although having robin as a friend allowed you to feel content you craved her attention, for her to notice you, in the way that you saw her.

at first it was easy to ignore these thoughts and impulses but there were times that you considered throwing away your platonic feelings to replace them with your newfound romantic ones.

lately it hard been hard to surpress your feelings with how robin began to allow herself to be considered a close friend. first there was the subtle hand squeezes when she sensed your anxiety spark, then the times when she would noticeably point her eyeline at your lips and how she lingered her arms around your waist a moment longer than expected.

maybe you were kidding yourself, maybe this was just what close friends did? right?. even so you knew there was no way in hell that you could ever bring up the conversation with her. in your friendship robin was the extrovert leaving you as the quiet and shy introvert which usually showed profoundly when you are around her.

"you know it's obvious" steve says, his left hand held firmly on the steering wheel as he peeked out your window awaiting robin to emerge.

"what do you mean?" you ask, swiftly turning your head from where robin was closing up the video store. you and steve had decided to wait for her in the car out front though steve had to practically drag you out.

"robin" he pauses as he watches you flush. even her name got you flustered. "you like her". from the way you sigh and take a quick take at her once again steve knows that he is right, you don't even try to deny it.

"honestly i think you'd be a cute couple" steve says as he looks fondly into the distance as if he is imagining the two of you together, romantically.

you give him a shove because you understand that he is never going to shut up about your infatuation. steve chuckles.

"but i'd hate to be a third wheel" he admits. at this you chuckle, steve had never experienced such a scenario with what always being the taken one or something to that extent. usually you and robin had to endure all his dates but you were thankful to have her even though you were both third wheels. she perceeded to make humorous comments about every girl although was never in awe of them. that confused you.

"don't worry, there is no way that, that would ever happen" you tell him with a sad smile. when you hear him scoff you look up at him with many questions.

"are you being serious right now?". when he sees that you are in fact set on this notion he raises his eyebrows and blows a puff of air. "you are so oblivious, she obviously likes you".

the car door swings open and it makes you jump at the noise. robin smiles at steve then you before slipping in the back seat. for september it was chilly in hawkins so robin had decide to dress appropiately. she wore her beige woolen jacket that had stuck with her all throughout your teenage years and had once posed as a blanket when steve's car broke down and you had to spend the night in the back seat in the comfort of robin's hold. you smile to yourself at this moment now having a strong need to feel her embrace once again.

"who's oblivious?" robin asks, crossing her arms across her chest as steve starts the car. she spies a peek in the rearview mirror only to catch you sneaking a glance also. shyly you smile but before she can comprehend the sweet gesture steve breaks the moment.

"y/n" he replies not even taking his eyes off the road. he was not risking an accident not after the near one a week ago when he had taken his eyes momentaringly from the road.

"obviously". robin fiddles with the ring on her finger and you can't help but notice the way her legs are placed. they are spread so far apart that she takes up the whole back seat. when she looks up once again you find your heart quickening and all dirty thoughts aside you wanted her. you wanted her bad.

"what was that about someone liking y/n? someone i know?". steve chuckles and although he vowed to be a safe driver he looks back at robin whilst adjusting the mirror. " i think that it is not my place to say" steve admits which clearly is a jab to insinuate that you should make a move, either now or soon.

you send him a glare but you realize that he is right. if she rejects you so what? then you'll know, it can never happen and you can move on. but now that you can succumb yourself to the "if's" and "maybe's" part of you is holding out for you and her.

"um it's no one" you lie and you can taste the honey thick in your palette at how at ease you were with denying the truth.

then there was silence. a comfortable silence. truthfully you wanted to talk to robin but you didn't want to be the first to prompt a discussion. steve suddenly felt like a third wheel, as he had suspected when he kept spotting the not so subtle glances between the two of you. he couldn't help but smile to himself. the two were clearly smitten and he was the only one in the know. he could work with that.

it wasn't long before steve slowed the car at your stop. he never drove you right up to your house because your parents were not to keen with you spending time with steve harrington mainly because your parents disliked his. it was a stupid rivalry but you decided that you didn't want to be the cause of something bigger.

quickly you thank steve and although there are a million ways that you can express a goodbye you found yourself ushering a nod to robin in the great fear that you would babble nonesense.

you shut the door behind you and before taking a quick rake at robin you turn to head homewards. as said previous it was unusually cold in hawkins and you desired something warm to relieve you of the frosten chill. your wish was granted when you were greeted with a rather flustered robin who had seemed to have ran to keep up with your pace. when anxious you walked fast, now was one of those times.

robin comes to a halt, inches from you. you refrain from averting your gaze from her because from the way she kept piercing a tooth into her lip and how she twisted the ring on her figure she reciprocated your anxious state.

"um....steve kind of pushed me into this one" she looks up at you hoping that you'll interrupt her. you don't. she coughs. "well i mean normally i'd tell him to go fuck himself but part of me thinks that it is worth a shot". "and like i've noticed the shift for awhile now and maybe i'm just kidding myself and steve is like waaaay off....". robin trails off once she spots your raised eyebrow.

"shit am i rambling" robin says and winces when you chuckle. you liked when she rambled. you could tell she was nervous. steve was right. before you allow robin to begin again you raise a finger to ask her to give you a moment to speak.

" i like you too". you managed to say that with a smile and non clammy palms though your racing heart beat and flushed cheeks remained.

she chuckles at this, taking a moment to run a hand through the back of her hair. when she meets your eyes again she can't help but allow herself to smile back.

"what now?" you ask bravely, having confessed and having proved that steve was in fact right.

" i could kiss you?" robin suggests knowing that you would'nt be stupid enough to turn down this offer. you take a look around the street. deserted.

you boldly move closer and now your nerves are used as encouragements. "i won't object to that". robin quickly takes this as approval and slips a hand beneath your hair to rest on your cheek. with a racing pulse she leans in. her lips latch onto yours, soft, wet. a tingle turns more into a spark as she remains her lips on yours. when you permit progression and as she flicks her tongue around the rim of your mouth you can't refuse the butterflies in your stomach. when you both find yourselves in need of new oxygen you break your lips apart, much to your dismay. you are both now breathless but you are glad that her touch still remains on you as she carasses your cheek and also where her forehead touches your own.

and all whilst this is happening steve looks on from out through the car window, glad of his meddling and his radiant smile says just that.

#robin x reader #stranger things #robin buckley #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader

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scriveyner · 1 year

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on the brink

on the brink | samurai flamenco | gotoyoshi | ~750 words

Gotou had been in the bathroom for all of ten minutes, the world a very comfortable shade of fuzzy at the edges, but he hadn’t had the time to properly enjoy the buzz because there was a tell-tale thump-thump-thump-thud from the main room of the apartment. Gotou lifted his head, squinted at the wall for a moment like he could see through it, and finally staggered out of the washroom to make sure that the furniture and his unfortunate live-in-roommate were both, for the moment, intact.

Continue on ao3 or

The good news was that Masayoshi had not collapsed the shelf in the futon closet. “Gotou-shan,” Masayoshi chirped, lying on his back with his legs still hook on the shelf and arms out to either side. “The apartment won’t shtop moving.”

“Did you,” Gotou leaned his shoulder against the wall because he refused to concede the point that everything was still very, very wobbly, “fall out of the closet?”

“No!” Masayoshi scrunched up his nose. “Yes. I think.”

“You were going to sleep.”

“No!”

Gotou raised an eyebrow. Masayoshi thumped both of his arms into the floor in aggravation. “I wasn’t!” he protested, like it was some kind of weakness to admit that they’d managed to get totally trashed together, and maybe it was time to pass out for the night. “I need to—” he raised his hands and started squeezing them in the air, and Gotou stared at him because, well, that wasn’t very Masayoshi-like. “My outfit,” he whined finally, and Gotou realized that he was pantomiming reaching for a hangar and not, you know, groping someone’s chest.

For a split second he imagined how that would go, with someone like Mari. There wouldn’t be enough left of Masayoshi for the funeral, he reckoned.

Wait, outfit.

Masayoshi had rolled onto his side and was attempting to navigate himself upright, and Gotou said, “you are absolutely not going out on patrol when you’re completely fuckin’ schnockered.”

This at least made Masayoshi pause in his efforts. “What?”

“What?”

“When I’m what?”

“No patrols!” Gotou waved an arm, made to grab for one of the costumes stashed in the closet but then realized of course there were no costumes here, they had all either been destroyed in the fire or claimed for the Flamengers museum. “No costumes, you’re fuckin’ drunk and I’m fuckin’ drunk an’ I don’t want to spend fuckin’ New Years’ in a fuckin’ drunk tank!”

Masayoshi thought about this. “Are there fish?”

Gotou stared at him.

Masayoshi gave him a look of concern.

Gotou sighed, pushed his hand through his hair, and said, very slowly, “not a tank like at an aquarium.”

“Ohhhh,” Masayoshi finally was fully upright. He gestured at Gotou. “But I have to—”

“If you want to fucking go to the shrine in—” don’t look at the clock don’t look at the clock “too few fuckin’ hours you need to go to fuckin’ sleep!”

“You say fuck a lot when you’re drunk, Gotou-shan.”

“I do a lot of things when I’m drunk that I don’t want to think about or remember.” Gotou gestured to the futon closet. “Would you just. Go the fuck to sleep, Masayoshi?”

Masayoshi was giving him a look that he didn’t want to think too much about, the same look that made his stomach as warm as his face felt right at this moment. It was his “I’m about to do something stupid” look, which he telegraphed far more openly when he, too, was drunk; and before Gotou could open his mouth to attempt to redirect Masayoshi, he was staggering forward directly into Gotou’s arms.

“Now what are you—” Gotou started, but then Masayoshi touched his face, and he froze, heart pounding in his throat. He didn’t have to think about it, following the lead, tilting his head into Masayoshi’s hand, forward—and then Masayoshi’s lips brushed over his, chaste and quick and oh god he was far too drunk to warrant popping a boner let alone over something as quick and delicate as that. The kiss was brief, too brief—and he followed for a moment when Masayoshi drew back, blue eyes large and glittering.

“You’ll remember that,” Masayoshi said, earnestly. “Won’t you, Gotou-san?”

Gotou, head swimming, nodded once, absently—and then wrapped his arm around the small of Masayoshi’s back, pulling him in for another, far less chaste, kiss. “All that, and more,” he murmured, and Masayoshi beamed as they kissed again, the bells ringing softly in the distance.

#samurai flamenco #masagoto #gotoyoshi #happy new year's!

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icharchivist · 11 months

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Omg noooo

I love the idea of Lucifer having sensitive wings and then wrapping them around people he cares about (read: Sandalphon) and Sandalphon didn't even know! That's so cute!

I also choose to believe that Belial knew about that as well because they used to spend more time together. I further choose to believe that back before the rift formed between them, Belial and Lucifer used to preen each other's feathers. Going with the HC that Belial used to have fluffy wings in the past

And there's so many wings and feathers and Belial would always tease that Lucifer has to look good for his job, so he helped him with the wings, but he mostly did it because it was fun to watch Lucifer squirm. Lucifer felt very vulnerable, because wings are so important to primarchs and they're sensitive too, but he trusted Belial 100%.

And then he would insist on returning the favor and while Belial's wings aren't as sensitive, the unbridled affection of having someone take care of him like that and the vulnerability of it always made him feel a little queasy

And Lucifer never did that with anyone else because only Belial was his equal in his eyes. And though he would have loved to preen Sandalphon as well, he didn't want to impose and assumed Sandalphon wouldn't like to be touched like that, because they're both weapons grade idiots

GLAD YOU LIKE THE IDEA!!!

I would find it so cute actually 😭 like when characters have non-human characteristic i genuinely like this idea of, sensitivity on those in particular.

The idea of Lucifer and Belial especially having those moments make me so soft 🥺

And i would imagine also that like, no one would DARE to touch the Supreme Primarch's wings, so maybe there's an aspect of almost touch starving that would make Lucifer jump if anyone just touches them, esp when he doesn't expect it.

Belial would have had helped him in the way back, and while preening he would be very careful to avoid Lucifer's more weak points (unless he wants to bother him a little and make it look like an accident), but therefore Belial would know everything about those weak points.

And god that last point. now i'm imagining Sandalphon staying up at night thinking about how Belial talked about Lucifer's wings sensitivity and he probably ends up thinking about his own and what if Lucifer did touch his wings, and what if he touched his, and he's flustered like, "it's so presumptuous of me to think this is what Lucifer-sama would have wanted", while Lucifer is watching from the afterlife like. man i really missed every shots i didn't take huh :/

Anyway. winged idiots. Thank you for adding so much to the imagery it's so nice!!

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #ichablogging wmtsb #anonymous

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moncheriesu · 4 months

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there's something about you that now I can't remember. it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender

It's true. Even though I became quite distant after all that had happened, I really did not love you less. This song reminds me of that fuzzy feeling that I have for you. That my love for you is here that still lingers.

This song makes me reminisce the time we first met, our first date. My favourite part being in the back seat of the taxi, holding both of our hands while you rest your head in my shoulders. That memory never fails to remind me of how much I want to kiss you that night.

While listening to this song, I can't help but imagine our future. I get excited thinking about the things we could do once we meet again. Our own goals that hopefully we both could witness achieving. The dates that we could plan and the time that we will get to spend together after being in a LDR setup. Wishing someday that I could send you off to work with a kiss and handing you the lunch I specially prepared for you. Wishing that on a random Tuesday night, we could just decide what movie we will watch and cuddle on the couch :( I hope we could make it all happen, together.

There was a moment of weakness in my part, I admit. Nevertheless, thank you for still holding on and for putting up a fight on this relationship that we both know is worthy and deserving. I know it's too soon to speak because I want you to prove it to me that you're willing to make things right. Please, stay true to your word. That's the only assurance that I've been clinging on right now.

do you think I have forgotten... about you?

no, I've never forgotten. my heart never forgets.

I love you so much, Jam. I hope you remember always. Although I never want to be in that situation again, I'm willing to try again as long as it's you.

#cheriediaries.#my heart is clenching #so close yet so far (its my feelings at the moment i apologise)#Spotify

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bluemooninlove · 6 months

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I am so happy right now, you would be so happy for me. I am the best I have ever been. I have grown SO much, I keep growing and learning and loving and living and it’s been amazing and so wonderful. Life is so good.

And I found someone, someone amazing who makes me laugh and feel loved. She looks at me tho,, with the same eyes I used to look at you. She looks at me with this adoration of first love and so so SO much love.

I have moved on, I still love you but I’m not in love nor waiting anymore. And I am trying so hard to give love like I wasn’t hurt before. But it’s hard sometimes. A memory, our jewelry, your perfume, a promise,, you are still wrapped so much in me. I had your bday as my password until last week. Your ghost is still here, but every time less and less and i’m happy for that.

You told me I deserved better, and this amazing person came to me and asked me to go out with them, came out the next day and introduced me as their partner. And their family is so nice to me, so much I’ll spend the holidays with them. I now see relationships as just something both people can share, without the pressure or necessity to have a future. But sometimes idk if it’s because of me and my change of perspective, or because I can’t imagine a future with anyone now. Maybe it’s both. Probably both.

Sometimes, when I’m alone at night and my thoughts get the best of me, I imagine what would’ve been like if I had all this with you, If we could’ve make it work, if you would’ve,, well, stayed. I’ll never know the answer tho so I have stopped wondering. Wondering if you had thought about calling in a moment of weakness, or if you know i’d always welcome you w open arms, or if you think about me sometimes. Even tho it’s almost been the same amount of months since we broke up as the time we actually were together….

And ik we are now both happy, and that while we loved each other, it just wasn’t enough. Now that the anger is gone, and the sadness and the pain, I really just remember you and us as we were. We tried so hard, and we loved each other so dearly and created a home out of our love. And I hope that in another life, we worked out. And that you stayed, and that the promises made were kept. I hope they are happy and receive all the love I still had to give.

Thank you, for everything. I wish that you have a life filled with so much love and happiness and beauty and safety and strength and everything good there is. <3

Goodbye.

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Just ask him.

He imagined Evelyn looking at him from across the sitting room, her expression both disappointed and fond.

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Just ask him.

He imagined Evelyn looking at him from across the sitting room, her expression both disappointed and fond.

He didn’t want to ask, because then he’d know. And they were stuck together on this ship for another two and a half weeks, and he didn’t want to spend the whole time knowing the truth.

It was easier not knowing, he lied to himself.

Evelyn, of course, would argue that living in this state of ignorance and anxiety was worse than knowing.

He snorted. She was always right.

So he waited until he caught Buttons alone, standing against the railing and looking out at the ocean with a distant gaze. Izzy took a moment to just look at the man.

He remembered when he’d thought Buttons wasn’t attractive. And perhaps he wasn’t, not in the normal way, but there was something about the curve of his cheekbones and the ridge of his brow that Izzy found himself appreciating.

Buttons was different from other people, and Izzy liked that.

Then Buttons turned to look at him, his eyes still focused on something far away. “Somethin’ on yer mind, Israel?”

Izzy cleared his throat. “Yes.”

After a pause, Buttons finally looked directly at him. “And that would be?”

Izzy was too old to be nervous. And yet he was.

Buttons hummed in thought. “If ye want tae ask about why I left Cap’n Bonnet, I cannae answer.”

“What?” Izzy blinked. “Why not?”

Buttons looked back out at the ocean. “Some things are nae easy.” His eyes slid half-closed. “If I may ask, what happened to ye?”

Izzy sighed as he came up beside Buttons and leaned against the rail, crossing one arm over the other. “You told me to keep Polaris at my back, so I did.”

Buttons was quiet, listening, and Izzy could feel the weight of his gaze.

“It led me to Calico Jack, if you remember him.”

Buttons huffed. “Blackbeard’s friend.”

Izzy let the moment hang while he spun around in his head. What should he say? The truth? That Jack fucked him? That he liked it?

“An’ yers, I suppose,” Buttons added with less contempt.

“He gave me.” Izzy swallowed. “Comfort. When I needed it.”

Buttons didn’t respond. He didn’t move. But he didn’t look away, either.

“And then I left him, too.” Izzy cracked a weak smile. “I leave people. I didn’t realize it until now, but I guess that’s who I am.”

“Nae.” Buttons’s voice was low, almost a threat. “That’s nae who ye are. It’s what ye’ve done, aye, but it dinnae define ye.”

Izzy blinked, then turned to angle his body toward Buttons. “And who am I?”

Buttons met his gaze, and his expression was both open and completely illegible at the same time. “Well, I would’ve said ye were a lost man, before. But somewhere along the way, it looks like ye found yerself.”

Izzy held his breath as he waited for more for a sign, for anything. And then he heard Evelyn’s voice chiding him from her sitting room couch.

Just ask him.

“Buttons—”

“Nathaniel.”

Izzy paused. “What?”

“Nathaniel. ‘Tis my name. If I’m to be callin’ ye Israel, seems only fair.”

“Right, then.” Izzy swallowed before he tested the name on his tongue. “Nathaniel.”

“Aye?”

How was he supposed to ask? Just—out with it? And then what?

Izzy gripped the railing and turned toward the ocean, clenching his teeth as he tried to find the words.

“I—” His throat felt tight. “You—”

Buttons didn’t say anything. He just waited, staring, unblinking.

Gods, it would be easier to just pin him against the mast and take him. But that was sex, and Izzy wanted more… right?

The waves rose and fell, lapping against the hull as the ship moved steadily forward.

Then Buttons’s hand covered his own, his palm rough with callouses.

“Take yer time,” he said, quietly. “I’m nae goin’ anywhere. When yer ready to talk, I’m here.”

Izzy stared at where they touched. It wasn’t fire and lightning, but it was warm and comforting.

“That night,” Izzy finally said. “What did you mean when you said you thought it was your only chance with me?”

Buttons’s hand withdrew and his brow rose up with surprise. “Oh.” He leaned back on his heels, then drew his hand over his stubble, scratching it with his fingernails. “Well, exactly that. I wanted ye, and I saw an opportunity.”

“You wanted me…” Izzy stared at anywhere but him. “How?”

“In whatever manner I could dare to hope fer.”

Izzy groaned out a sigh and faced him, grabbed the front of his loose shirt and pulled him close. “How?” he repeated in a low growl. “How did you want me?”

Buttons looked at him with wide, almost wild eyes. “Any way.” His voice was quiet, trembling a bit, but he continued. “All the ways a man can want.”

Izzy’s own voice softened. “And what about now?”

Buttons swallowed, his throat visibly bobbing, and he said in a near whisper, “I want ye in whatever way ye allow.”

“Thank fuck.” Izzy almost laughed, but instead occupied his mouth by pulling Buttons close and pushing their lips together.

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That feral x noble au has so much angst potential. Like the day Lexa is finally officially engaged and it’s not respectful of her anymore to keep a toy so she has to send Clarke away even if the wedding isn’t planned for at least six months time. Their last night together, lexa wants to fight because she wants Clarke to be angry at her and hate her, but clarke’s just accepted it and wants to spend her last moments with lexa telling her she loves her. After she’s back to the pound, lexa can’t stop thinking about her and cries all day because she imagines her malnourished, dehydrated and abused. She counts the days till her execution. And her state only worsens the closer they get to it

Yeeessssss!!!!!!

There should be a period where Lexa is supposed to keep celibate before the marriage and while she /can/ keep Clarke until the marriage, supposedly to find a new home, they have both decided that Clarke will go back to the pound. And Lexa does have offers to have Clarke, and Lexa almost wants to say yes to them, because she doesnt need Clarke's consent for those, she knows Clarke would never forgive her. Lexa tries to keep Clarke for as long as she can, knowing Clarke will only have two months (the rest of her sentence) before she's put down, but alas, she is told if no one will take Clarke, then there is no reason for Lexa to keep her because any sexual frustrations she has will be satisfied by her new mate once they are married on less then three months time.

Oh i ADORE the idea of Lexa wanting to have Clarke be mad at her and take it all off on her, I can see her demanding Clarke fight her, trying to appeal to the feral side of Clarke with tears in her eyes - Lexa doesnt deserve sweet and soft and passion right now, she is the reason Clarke is going back to die, of only she wasnt so weak and had stood up to her family and told them she wanted to marry Clarke or if they had ran away together before all of this become more real... but Clarke is so tired of fighting and violence and anger. She just wants to love Lexa and have her love her one last time. No yelling, no screaming.

Lexa cant even handle bringing Clarke back and the servant that does looks extremely sad to leave her there simce Clarke became quite the staple at the Woods manor. The owner comments as she's closing Clarke cell that she knew Lexa would send her back sooner or later and that omegas like Lexa are only interested in scum alphas like Clarke for fucking.

And Costia is kind, and so sweet and seems so excited for their wedding and Lexa starts to hate her for the simple fact that she isnt Clarke and that its because Lexa is marrying her that her alpha is rooting in a cell somewhere waiting death (its not Costia's, its hers, its her, she should have ran away when she told, its too late now, Clarke death sentence day is approaching and the day Lexa marries knowing Clarke is dead will be the day of her own death sentence).

ALL THE ANGST!! ALL OF IT!!!

#letter opened #au: noble x feral #yeaaaeeaahhhhh

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