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The fact that this exists is proof that someone, somewhere out there, understands me.
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to love, to let go | yandere! capitano x reader
summary: when ordered by the trista to rid himself of you, a distraction, capitano couldn't bring himself to harm you
content warning: implied murder and very obsessive behavior. yandere dottore is IMPLIED
a cold blade pressed against your neck.
you tensed, fear overcoming your body. you didn't even look back, you were too afraid too. you slowly dropped the flower you were picking and placed the hand flat onto the ground.
"this is an order by the trista, I cannot ignore it," it was capitano, your lover who pointed his blade at you, "I've been distracted, i have not been myself, is what the trista has said. i must rid myself of the distraction and get back to working effectively. "
you bit back a cry and slowly turned to face capitano, to see him fully clothes in his armor and helmet... which he seldom wore around you.
there were soldiers far behind capitano, waiting for him to obey the trista's requests.
his grip on the handle of his blade tightened, and you bit down on your bottom lip, "please- don't do it."
"i must." He replied as he reached to hold the blade with two hands and slowly lifted it, preparing to strike you down.
then, the first tear ran down your cheek, and after that, you couldn't control your tears.
capitano hesitated, his arm stiffening as he listened to your desperate weeps and pleas to live. it never bothered him to hear one beg for their life before, but this hurt him.
"I love you- please! please don't kill me," you reached out to him, arms wrapped around his leg, and you cried, "please don't do this!"
he couldn't bring himself to lower his arm. he couldn't bring himself to harm you, but he couldn't bring himself to let you go either...
sure that you were unable to stop him, you bit your tongue and waited, but nothing happened.
you slowly lifted your gaze to capitano to see he had lowered his blade and simply stared down at you. you wiped off your cheek slowly and watched as he kneeled to you.
with his finger under your chin, he tipped your chin upwards toward him and asked, "are you afraid?" and you nodded slowly and almost hesitantly.
he never wanted you to be afraid of him, ever.
he then stood up and turned to the soldiers, "report to the trista, i can not let (y/n) go, and i will not."
the soldiers looked at one another before nodding, one replied and said, "the trista foresaw this, assuming you wouldn't let (y/n) go. her majesty has permitted us to take (y/n) from you."
capitano stiffened, his arms tense and mind blank... take (y/n) away? take you away from him?
capitano quickly pulled you up from the ground and said, lowly, in a haste tone, "pass through the manor quietly, and prepare my horse for us to leave," capitano handed his blade to you and gave you a gentle push towards the door, "protect yourself if needed."
and then you ran, past the soldiers and into the manor, afraid, and confused but you continued to run, towards the front door.
then you quickly ran out, towards capitano's house, you put the saddle onto the horse, fed it, preparing it for however long the two of you would ride.
"you're not supposed to be out here! come here th-"
frightened, you pointed your blade at the fatui soldiers that quickly approached you, "go away! I don't want-"
the soldier was quickly pushed out of the way by capitano, which approached you hastily. he took the blade from you and got onto the horse, before helping you on.
then he began to lead the horse away from the manor. he slid a hand underneath your thigh, holding onto you to assure himself you wouldn't fall off.
as you began to wrap your arms around him you paused, looking at capitano clearly for the first time, and saw blood, covering his armor.
you hesitated to wrap your arms around him but did anyways and rested your cheek on his shoulder.
capitano felt some sort of relief enters his body, knowing you could still relax against him, knowing you weren't afraid to hold onto him.
he sighed, grip on your thigh tightening.
the ride was long and silent. the longer it went on, the darker it got, so capitano decided he'd stop for the night, knowing no one would be able to find him at the moment.
he stopped his horse and got off, before helping you off, then led you to a small cabin.
the two of you went in, you stood stiffly at the door, watching as capitano lit a fire at the fireplace and the room lit up.
"(y/n), come here, " he patted the couch in front of the fireplace, "lie down," so slowly, you walked over and sat down on the couch.
"are you upset with me?" capitano sat down beside you, arm touching arm before he raised his hand and rubbed the dried blood from your cheek after that you nodded, "you scared me earlier."
"can you forgive me?" he asked as he removed his coat, and placed it onto you, and you nodded. "i promised to you that i would never harm you... and i will never harm you or allow you to be harmed in any way."
"which is why, i must send you away."
...
now you rested silently, a peaceful look on your face.
capitano on the floor, beside the couch, silently watching you while ignoring anxieties that rested in the back of his mind.
this may be the last time he will ever see you.
which is why he's indulging himself in you at the moment. he didn't know when he'd see you again or if he ever would, he needed to make the best of this moment.
you shifted in your sleep, turning to lie on your back. capitano rested his hand on yours, he held onto it gently, being sure not to wake you up.
what should he do?
he laid his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. he has to let you go. if he doesn't, you'll get be taken away from him, and then surely he'd never see you again.
but he couldn't bare to imagine being without you.
when morning came you remained asleep and capitano hadn't moved an inch.
his eyes remained on the ceiling. he'd like to say he was practicing self-discipline but in reality, he just didn't know what to do.
you'd be gone and he'd be punished.
you wouldn't be there to soothe his aches. you wouldn't be there.
but when he heard a knock on the cabin door, he knew it was time to let you go. he knew he had to let you go but he didn't want to.
capitano moved for the first time that morning and got up, he hesitated but woke you up.
he helped you up and though you were very drowsy you followed after him as he led you to the door. after he opened the door and there stood dottore, who offered to help get you out of snezhnaya.
it seemed too good to be true (and it was) but capitano was desperate, he needed you to be sade.
dottore greeted you briefly and capitano watched as dottore took your hand and led you out of the cabin.
he felt weak for not being able to protect you, and he felt like a liar because he promised to protect you. he wanted to know what you were thinking at the moment, he wanted to go after you, hug you, or make you stay with him but all he could do was watch as you left.
but he couldn't bear to go on knowing you weren't with him.
#should i make a part 2 with yan dottore??#i kinda want to#but idk#yandere x reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere#yandere scenarios#capitano x reader#capitano#yandere capitano#yandere capitano x reader#dottore#dottore??????
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Your ravio is soo cute I just want to gently hold him in my palms
Thank you!! Ravio is like, my favorite character he's so precious fjggjhj
There he is✨
I tried
The bean
The colors are much better and I found a nicely textured brush so my art looks way more like usual now :>
#I kinda want to#draw him with his hair down#legend of zelda#loz#hyrule warriors#ravio#fanart#art#au
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I don't know if this is an unpopular or rare opinion and I only watched season 1 of bridgerton, but I feel like all the most prominent black women on the show have the unsatisfied/unfair bittersweet tradgies as their romance for a show that supposed to be a fluffy escape in romance ideals
#bridgerton#is it just me#lady danbury#marina thompson#queen charlotte#genevieve delacroix#im not a hater#if you like the show#i kinda want to#just a random idea
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Just a random shitpost
So… not a lot of people on Tumblr know this but, I draw Harry Potter fan art, only a couple of my friends know. I been thinking of maybe posting some but, idk, I get really self-conscious about my art but, yea, sorry about this post lol. Let me know if you’d like to see my art, but I don’t think I’ll be posting it anytime soon lol, maybe one day
P.S. ITS REALLY NOT THAT GOOD THO 😭😭😭
alright bai, take care loves ❤️❤️❤️
#harry potter#hp fandom#harry potter fandom#hp#fan art?#help lmfao#i kinda want to#but idk#let me know#i’m sorry for my rant#random shit#dumb shit#shitpost#personal shit#my shit#sorry#lol#take care <3#❤️❤️❤️#i love you guys#send help 🥲#please help#pls help#help#please help me#send help#fan art#harry potter shitpost#i need your help#i need your thoughts
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Been thinking up this Au..
Johnny and his mom leave Sid after dealing with his abuse for years and they move to Montana. Johnny isn't exactly happy about leaving cobra kai, but he knows it's for the best. They end up selling alot of their nice and fancy things, so they can afford to live. They move into a small rural town in the summer of 84. His mom gets a job at the general store, and since it's summer Johnny spends most of his time there, helping out. A woman comes in with a big order of seeds and Johnny helps her take everything back to her farm. She ends up asking him if he'd like to work as a farm hand. He takes up her offer, needing the money and also a replacement for cobra kai.
#karate kid#johnny lawrence#art#dutch#bobby brown#jimmy#Tommy#johnny lawrence x cobras#alternate universe#should i write this?#I KINDA WANT TO#They all end up making out in a barn#Also Dutch's first name being Francis#I'm so funny#Montana AU#That’s the name shut up
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@ anyone reading this: should i draw something tomorrow?
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not me thinking to move Rogue onto her own blog. what do y'all think??
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OLD MAN KENOBI RAILING LUKE?!
my previous obiluke post was in a happier gffa, but this one ill keep slightly more canon compliant. other than the fact that, you know, obi-wan is railing luke (well not technically in this post. not yet at least.)
luke looks just like anakin and yet he doesn’t at all. obi-wan doesn’t know if he’s relieved or miserable about this. he’s only sure of his gladness that the boy barely resembles padme.
boy probably isn’t the right word to describe him anymore. not that it matters. obi-wan has been watching him too closely for too long — luke is a boy forever to him. spinning in the sands at dusk, dust clouds whipping up around him as he speeded through the canyons. crying in his his dying mothers arms. boy.
he never had trouble dissecting anakin in two like this. there was anakin the boy, and then anakin the man. was that his own doing? or had anakin shoved his adulthood so far down his throat obi-wan didn’t have the chance to choke on it? maybe the war had done it. or maybe anakin had wanted it.
luke continues to surprise obi-wan.
(stay away from him, owen told him. he never said anything about what to do when luke showed up at his door of his own volition. or what to do when it kept happening.)
it’s years of stargazing and sand-storm watching and tinkering and extremely low risk flying lessons. luke is somehow even more restless than anakin. he never wants to do the same thing two visits in a row. he drags obi-wan to the markets and to seedy cantinas that he’s not of-age to be in. obi-wan lets him believe the bartender really thinks he’s older than he is, keeping the twitch of his hand and pull of his mind close to his chest, undetected.
two lightsabers sit cold and untouched in his home. luke is just a boy.
he is nothing like anakin. he’s pulled by the influence of his few teenage friends. he wants to fit in. wants to be liked. maybe he is like anakin. only anakin was never so obvious with his efforts.
“how do you feel about sunbathing, ben?”
“are we never not sunbathing on this planet?”
luke pouts. “i mean, actually sunbathing. with intent.”
“it’s nearly dusk.”
“that’s the point! it’s less damaging.”
“you’re already perfectly tan, luke.”
“not everywhere.”
obi-wan almost swallows his tongue. he could just say no. luke is compliant in a way anakin never was. still, the sun will be going down sooner rather than later, and then the boy will be gone for who knows how long, with the way his uncle has been working him this summer.
so, he gives in. he peels the only sheet he has off his bed, and lays it in the sand.
“you’re gonna join me, right?”
he takes off his clothes and folds them into a little pile. his boots are so much larger than lukes. the boy is nothing like anakin.
it’s easier than it should be to close his eyes and relax, laid out on his sheet next to luke. there are only a few, scant inches between them. It’s enough to make him feel like he is not going mad. they’re both silent, and obi-wan wonders if there is something wrong with him for thinking this was strange in the first place. casual nudity was a fact of life for a jedi, why had he squirmed at the thought of being nude with luke?
time passes, and the suns are nearly set, the sky purple. his joints ache from laying on the ground, and something else aches at the thought of sending luke home. still, it must be done.
obi-wan opens his eyes and turns to the boy.
the boy is hard. “oh,” obi-wan says quietly.
immediately, luke is scrambling, taking his arms from behind his head and covering himself. the touch of his hands makes him hiss and obi-wan watches his little hips twist, either running away or pushing into the movement.
“im sorry! i—“
“it’s alright, luke,” obi-wan tells him, like he should. he’s a growing boy, it’s natural. the words just come out of him, despite never being in this kind of situation before. he’d spent most of anakins adolescence thinking the boy was asexual. that simply, in the way of all things concerning anakin, he was simply different. perhaps he didn’t get hard at all.
he knew better, now. the proof otherwise was sat right next to him. anakin got hard. just not around him.
“i thought it would go away. I’m sorry, ben. i really am,” luke said sheepishly. his golden cheeks were stained red. “i don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“you’re not,” obi-wan soothes without thinking.
“i can — i can just turn over,” the boy starts.
obi-wan pictures luke ass up in the pink glow of the setting suns, and feels like he’s been electrocuted.
“no, no, darling. it’s okay, its alright,” he says. he can’t let luke do that. he reaches out and grips lukes bicep, and his fingers meet easily. lifting his gaze back to lukes, he aches at the panic in his eyes, the tremble in his lip. anakin would have ran a long time ago; selfish. he never let obi-wan see him like this. his grip lessens and he brings his hand to brush through lukes hair, and down his cheek. “you don’t have to be embarrassed. it — it happens to everyone.”
luke blinks slowly, “really?”
obi-wan feels filled with warmth, like he’s soaking up all the heat from lukes red cheek. “how old do you think i am?”
“i mean,” luke ducks his head and chokes out a laugh before looking at him again, “you’re not mad?”
obi-wans hand slips from his cheek to his neck. “no, i’m not.”
“oh,” luke breathes out, relieved. obi-wan glances down. he’s still hard. leaking, now. uncut, too. he tries to conjure up the image of anakin in one of the hundred of communal baths they shared, for comparison, for reference, but the thought makes his head throb. he tries to let the train of thought die and refocuses his gaze on lukes face.
“though, i probably shouldn’t send you back home like this.”
luke looks at him with big eyes, “ben?”
obi-wan squeezes his neck, brings his fingers up the back to rub at his nape, “does it hurt?”
“yes,” luke tells him, and his knees knock inward.
“have you been like this the whole time? did laying next to me make you this way?”
luke nods. obi-wan moves his hand back around, running down lukes chest to his sternum, then back up to pet at his collarbones.
“you poor thing. why didn’t you tell me?”
“i didn’t think you would…” he trails off, then restarts, “i thought you’d be upset.”
“i told you, darling, it’s nothing to be shy about. it’s only natural.”
biting his lip, luke looks like he doesn’t believe him. “but i’m the only one that’s hard.”
“do you want to see my cock get hard, luke?”
the word cock seems to shock luke out of his anxiety, and into motion. he gets his knees under himself and presses into obi-wans touch, leans forward until his soft palms are pressing against obi-wan’s rough knees. “yes, yes. please, ben.”
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So, y'know how people give Killer cats? Well, I wanna give him three, name them after dumb things.
Fork, Spoon, and Knife. His three cats.
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The MLP infection AUs on tiktok got me
Guess the bots
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Stupid doodles one has blood ig
#tw vent#bungou stray dogs#artists on tumblr#om! mammon#obey me leviathan#shigaraki tomura#goth#cats#lord diavolo#therian#chainsaw man#jjk#fetish???????? death#i kinda want to#im going to kms#ed vent#i hate my body#i hate it here#i hate calories#i hate noise#i hate everything#why am i like this#silly little guy#im sorry#im so tired#im so normal#get out of my head
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here's my hermie playlist so far 😍 if y'all have suggestions hmu
#hermie unworthy#dndads#hermie the unworthy#should i post song analyses on tumblr yes or no#i kinda want to#theres a little fear i have that maybe i misinterpret everything forever#but also#uhh. art is about interpreting things differently#so maybe i could post my song analyses and how i connect them to certain characters#it sounds quite fun#what do yall think#Spotify
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Since I still haven’t legally changed my name, the urge to change our middle name from one of our alters names (because he’ll always have his name and always be a part of us) and just flat out go for Hannibal… I mean it was my first special interest and I will NEVER be getting over it.
I don’t even care if people think it’s weird, I think Hannibal is a very pretty name 🥺
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Sometimes I wonder if I should just answer weeks to months old asks
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