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flutteringphalanges · 1 year

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Aydith

Adam Warlock x Star Lord’s Sister/Reader

Summary: Adam and reader have a baby.

//I started working on one where the reader actually gave birth but put that on hold because I wasn’t sure if I should finish it. I may make this a series because I kinda want to explore dad!Adam more and uncle!Peter and the rest of a the Guardians as aunts and uncles. If people are interested. Anyway hope you guys enjoy! (next time I think I will do present POV and not past, but whatever lol!) EDIT: This is now a series. Here is a LINK to the master-post with links to all of the one shots.

Aydith

You and your older brother, Peter, had practically grown up with Yondu and the Ravengers. Seen things, some being terrible at that. Found a new family with the Guardians. Experienced battles. War. The destruction of whole societies. Planets. But any of those old fears were nothing compared to what you were experiencing now. The heavy, nervous thumps in your heart as you stared down at the tiny being in your arms. Thumps that were equally as terrifying as this strange new feeling of overwhelming, unbridled love.

Her skin was a brilliant shade of gold--something she had inherited from her father. What little hair she had was more so copper, but that could easily change with time. Even through her golden skin, the rosiness of her cheeks blushed like petals. And her eyes…for the past nine months you had been anticipating they would be his. But the very first time she opened them, they were the most intense shade of_____. Just like yours. She was beautiful. Far, far beyond that. She was yours. Both of yours.

“She’s so small.” Adam’s voice cut through the silence. “Is that…is she okay?”

You glanced over at him from where he sat on the edge of your bed. Everything had been a blur up until this moment. The birth had not been an easy one. A lot had happened. It was certainly unexpected. And the chance that something horrible could have come from it all was a fate no one wanted to think about. But you were safe, and more importantly she was, so in the end that was all that mattered.

“Yeah.” You assured him, watching intently as he gingerly touched one of her clenched fists. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

“More than anything in the entire realm of galaxies.” Adam agreed with a small smile, clearly mesmerized. “And she’s ours.”

“Yeah.” You breathed, looking at her. “She is.” Silence fell between you for a brief moment before a thought suddenly came to your mind. “Do you want to hold her?”

Adam blinked, looking at you in almost comical surprise. “I can hold her?”

It takes everything within you to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter. Being exhausted and sore helped with that. “Of course, she is your kid after all.”

“What if I…” He hesitated, glancing from you to the baby. “What if something…”

“You won’t hurt her.” You promised, wincing a little as you lean forward to place her in his arms. “They aren’t as delicate as they look. Or, at least someone told me that…”

Adam took her gently, going rigid when she let a little noise. Slowly, you watch as his posture relaxes. The way he gazed at her, watching with such intent and adoration. You never thought you could love him more until now. You couldn’t help but question what you had done to deserve them both.

“I…I thought I was going to lose you, Y/N.” Adam said quietly, finally meeting your stare once more. “Back on the ship. I really thought…” And the way his eyes have begun to water causes a swell of emotion to find you. “All of us really, and if something had…your brother would’ve never forgiven me.”

“Hey, I’m okay.” You said softly. “Both of us are.” You paused, before adding. “It’s going to take a hell of a lot more to get rid of me. We Quills are pretty resilient.”

Adam chuckled softly, stroking the top of the infant’s hand. “As I have witnessed.”

“You know, she kinda needs a name.” You reached over, lightly brushing your fingertips against the top of her head. “Any suggestions?”

He hummed thoughtfully, adjusting your daughter in his arms. “My mother’s name was Ayesha.” Adam began to talk faster as if he thought you’d interject. You wouldn’t. “I know she committed horrible acts and was not the greatest of all beings, but…she was wonderful to me and I loved her. I…can understand if you are against it, however.”

“It’s a pretty name.” You told him, giving him a smile. “My mother’s name was Meredith. I didn’t get to know her, she died when I was really young. But Peter talks about her, a lot more than he used to.”

“Meredith…” He mused, studying the baby’s face. “That is also a nice name.”

You took a moment to consider the two. One could easily be the first and the second a middle. The problem would be, in that case, which one you would call her. Suddenly an idea comes to mind, one that you hope didn’t sound too ridiculous.

“What about Aydith?”

Adam looked at you with a brow raised. “Aydith?”

“A combination of the two.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders. “We could honor them both…It doesn’t sound too funny does it?”

You watched as he glanced down at the baby, remaining silent for a moment. “Aydith…” He said slowly, as if testing out the name. “I like it. Aydith is a good name.”

You smiled softly, peering down into her little face as Adam leaned over.

“Hello, Aydith.” You whispered gently. “Welcome to the universe.”

#Adam Warlock #Adam Warlock x Reader #Reader x Adam Warlock #gotg vol 3 #gotg vol 3 fanfiction #Aydith Warlock

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daze4all · 1 month

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HSR Always Remember Me- Soft!Yandere!Blade x Reader Fluff & Angst

"Always remember me," a strange man with a coat of spider lilies asks when he saves your life on a day of pouring rain. A man who lives forever but always forgets, and you who always remembers but will fade away like flowers. In your last embrace, you are pressed against his chest to an unbeating heart. As he listens to yours ticking down a time he’ll never have again. Rewrote in but also Edited the Original That I posted to remember to rewrite it lol 3 am thoughts, drabble adhd, stream of consciousness etc lol

All You Can Do, is Remembers me Always

Synopsis: You saved a hurt man who leaves once he remembers his past and mission. Guest!Blade Gifts his host a dagger before Saying Goodbye. All the eternal marastruck man asks in return is “ Remember me always, though I may forget you”

Blade was an enigma and a puzzle probably best let unsolved.

A stranger who had turned up broken and bleeding near your house. You had struggled to patch him up to the best of your ability and strangely he healed despite you nonexistent healing skills.

Ligr continued Domestically for a Time.

He had left for quite some time before coming back soaked from his fit. He had left the house abruptly after breaking a pin you treasured when you had tucked his hair up to the side. A spin on the night-time ritual of brushing his hair to help him fall asleep that went horribly wrong.

Somehow it had triggered some lingering pstd for what you could not fathom.

…

“In place of your broken pin, a dagger for protection” Blade simply says demonstrating a few parries, lunges and thrusts with the small sword he had gifted you. More like a dagger easy to conceal in the fold of your clothes.

“Keep it with you always” he said thinking of how easy it was to break into your house. As he had done countless times already.

He gave it to you as a token in place of him for protection. A poor substitute but he had an unspoken mission to pursue.

An end to seek that even you couldn’t keep him from. Now that fractured memories were trickling back to him.

Your pretty handy with a sword shall we call you Blade?

“ Be safe” you say being the silent one. Now unsure what to do know your unexpected guest was leaving.

"You too “ Blade replied a man awkward silences and few but meaningful words.

A grasp of your wrist as he drew you close in a desperate bruising kiss before you go. “Don’t forget your mine.” Blades eyes burned bright as flame with lost desperation. A hidden side that only softened for you and griped your heart in guilt.

A softer desperate almost inaudible whisper “Always remember for me” he repeated his grip bruising and eyes blazing almost a threat. So intense and meaningful were the words for the mara struck man.

“Of course” you softly say taking his hand with you own to detangle yourself from him. You don’t think you could forget him if you tried.

He certainly made an impact. How you could forget someone coming in the rain with red dripping off their clothes and seeking shelter at your rundown house.

You had to be careful with him injured as he was. He was raving mad when you found him half frozen and almost dead. Afterwards, he shivered as a comatose patient in your bed for many days, from the cold. He was clearly sick from something more than a simple cold.

He spilled his life story in raving, heated mutterings, of fragmented pieces of battles. Mentioning Sinners, dragons and fighting monsters in between a terrible fever you nursed him through. You couldn’t understand the concepts beyond your comprehension, but it seemed he finally remembered.

“You, don’t forget.” He reiterates his grasp tight on your own.

You wonder if he even remembers or forgot that too. Somone you saved. Somone who saved you.

He has all the time in world and yours is ticking away….

It is the least you can do for the man who will live forever but forgets.

And you who remembers but will fade away like flowers.

"This I will remember." You promise with a sad smile.

Only harsh truths would only hurt him and you. The memories scratch painfully at your heart.

As you stare sorrowfully at the broken man, his now blue black hair fades to red like the blood he was once soaked in when he collapsed at your doorstep.

His burning eyes once calm steady and peaceful a bare concealed burning fire staring beyond you at his target.

They leave you mouth dry, unable to speak of the too cruel reality and shatter this fantasy of togetherness.

To cowardly and weak to deny him the future he was seeking.

So, you lay still by his side for one last night. A warm body beside him in a sleepless night. You stay awake as long as you can by his side.

Pressed against his chest to an unbeaten heart as he listens to yours ticking down a time he’ll never have again.

And he leaves on his self-imposed revenge with the dawning of a new day without a sound. A warm spot beside you in the bed slowly fading as he did.

A/N Guess cuz default Blade is yandere it’s nice to make him soft and vulnerable just like how I make normal soft bois like Jing Yuan yandere character

Also edited but rewrote this in

#hsr blade #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail #male yandere x reader #yandere honkai star rail #blade x reader #blade honkai #blade hsr #honkai star rail fluff #hsr angst #high cloud quintet found family #high cloud quintet

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marsprincess889 · 7 days

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Hi! I was wondering who do Saturnian nakshatras usually feel attracted to/end up with? Is there some sort of theory for this? 🤔 thanks ❤

Lol no theory but yes, based on obsevations, multiple examples in real life and art and nakshatra yoni pairings(and their positions on the wheel) saturn people are the best match for sun people.

Each saturn nakshatra is opposite a sun nakshatra and two of them are yoni consorts of sun nakshatras, with Uttara Bhadrapada and Uttara Phalguni being both opposite each other and yoni consorts (cow yonis). Krittika is the yoni match for Pushya (sheep/goat yonis), and Anuradha's yoni consort is Jyeshta(rabbit/deer yonis), while Uttara Ashadha (mongoose yoni) has no yoni consort.

All of the saturn and sun nakshatras, except Anuradha are warrior caste, so Anuradha is a bit different in nature, but tbh that does not make much of a difference.

The usual dynamic between them is often very fun to watch cause both of those planets are tough, stubborn and independent but in completely different ways. I have a post on Uttara Phalguni and Uttara Bhadrapada and how it usually plays out, with examples. Some of it is specific to cow yonis but mostly you can apply them to all and any saturn-sun nakshatra pair. With Anuradha, it's interesting that its yoni match Jyeshta is considered very solar and masculine in nature despite being a Mercury-ruled nakshatra, so it is different in Anuradha's case, but not really.

Sun is the natural self-expression of a person and represents the soul, the rational, the cerebral, the individual and the stable, masculine part. Saturn is the rules and the limitations that have to be accepted and followed perfectly that are necessary for life in the material(physical) world. The Sun is exalted in Ashwini, and debilitated in its opposite(and enemy) nakshatra Swati, where Saturn is exalted. Saturn is debilotated in another nakshatra opposite Swati_ Bharani, which comes right after Ashwini. Also, Suna nd Saturn are natural enemies. If you think of them that way, it might appear that all that tension will translate to enmity, and it does happen sometimes, but in the case of nakshatra rulerships, oftentimes Sun and Saturn people get along exeptionally well and have a unique dynamic that makes them a powerful team. One's strengths are the other's weaknesses, they balance each other out and they have a common ground where they both appreciate and respect each other and their boundaries(mostly after some time 😅). There will, almost certainly, always be tension between them but it usually grts channelled productively, and through love. If the Sun is indepedence, and Saturn is restriction and dependence, one cannot exist without the other. We define our individuality through restrictions and rules and we restrict and define(ourselves and others) based on who we are, so it's really a very iconic dynamic you asked about. 😄

Some tropes that their dynamic reminds me of:

Battle couple

Enemies to lovers

Partners in crime to lovers

Rivals to lovers

Thanks for asking! I love their dynamic. In hetero couples its kinda different(EDIT: I meant, it's different based on which planet type is which gender), but the overall vibe and the dynamic stays the same. They(sun and saturn individuals) really seem like opposite people until they actually interact and then they act like two almost identical bickering children while enjoying it 😭 they are very loyal, forgot to mention, probably the most loyal along with venus people, and very defensive. They might get offended if anyone tries to get involved in their "bickering"(flirting), it's just between them. I can confirm all of the above causse I'm a Sun girl(a venus girl, but with uttara phalguni ascendant) 😁

Anyways, glad you asked. If you have similar questions about other nakshatras it always helps to pay attention to little details about them, like, yoni animals, which planets are friends, neutral or enemies, nakshatra caste, planet exaltations and detriments, nakshatra nature, nakshatra placements at the zodiac wheel... and a lot of this comes from observing real life and art through the years, as well as from personal experience. I think you have to filer any information through your own lens and see for yourself, maybe you'll discover something new that others did not catch. I'm basically encouraging you to observe without pressure and have fun, and to fact check what others say for yourself. 🙂

#vedic astrology #astrology #astrology observations #nakshatras #sidereal astrology #astro notes #astrology tumblr #ask #sun nakshatras #sun #saturn nakshatras #saturn #krittika #anuradha #pushya #uttara phalguni #uttara ashadha #uttara bhadrapada #enemies to lovers

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kitramune · 6 months

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Hello!

Fellow inukagger here *shakes your hand* I noticed your tags on an inuyasha video edit post where you stated inuyasha was seeing kagome during their almost first-kiss. I want to believe this soo badly, but I have actually made a post where I argue the opposite bc that’s (unfortunately) my interpretation.

I would genuinely love to hear why you think this as I’m more than happy to be convinced 🥺❤️ If you’ve posted about it before, apologies that I haven’t seen it; please kindly drop a link.

Thank you very much! (It’s all 🫶🏼 and interest in civil discussion, certainly not looking to start anything otherwise)

Sure thing! I think there's a lot of misconception firstly because Kagome herself says this. That he hates her for looking like Kikyou, but when he looked at her in that moment, it looked loving, so she herself put two and two together that he must still be seeing her as Kikyou, but therefore have been in love with Kikyou. Which is partially true in that we know he did have feelings for her back when she was alive. (I have my own InuKik-critical perception on this, but that's a whole other rant and probably not what you're asking.) But I think it's VERY important to keep in mind that Kagome is an Unreliable Narrator in her own story here, particularly where it comes to interpreting Inuyasha's feelings at times. This holds true for pretty much the entire story, but particularly early on, when she doesn't know him as well. First off, I'm going to fast-forward slightly to give examples of Inuyasha himself making it clear he does NOT see Kagome as Kikyou, to prove my point that he's not lying when he tells her so at the almost-kiss. Keep in mind a lot of these are only available in the source material and the anime DID cut them to fuel love triangle drama. The manga is the original intended canon, so that's what I'll be going with for this entire conversation.

(Let it be said that as far as Japanese subtleties are concerned, he is asking Kagome to date him, here.)

For the sake of argument, let's look back at this "very beginning" he mentions, and how long it took him to realize Kagome LOOKED a bit like Kikyou, but was not Kikyou:

Well that was quick. He does compare them a few times after this, but it's always about how different they are. (Usually to be rude, but let's face it, this is early Inuyasha.)

(I include this "comparison" just because he's RELIEVED here at Kagome NOT being Kikyou. It's the first explicit indication that he likes her for her and would be heartbroken if the girls got switched.)

(Then he proceeds to make it even more explicit, and even Kaede spells it out.)

He completely stops comparing them in any capacity after this, and the way he does it says to me that he sees and values them very differently IN SPITE of the slight physical resemblance, not BECAUSE they look alike.

"But Kit!" I hear you say, "These examples are meaningless because they are AFTER he tried to kiss her!" Well I disagree his feelings would have changed that drastically in the small amount of time given the context, but let's still look at all InuKag have been through at this point. I'll just do a montage of Inuyasha feeling pride or affection for Kagome in said arcs because I am self-indulgent like that, lol.

(My boy did not need to protect her, here. If she was gone, he'd be free of the beads and thus free to just take the Jewel. He did it purely out of valuing her life in some capacity.)

(Knowing her scent already? Lending her your only armor just so she won't get hurt? Why Inuyasha, that's not extremely intimate at all!)

(I find him saying her name significant not just because of differentiating her from Kikyou in his mind, but in that Inuyasha doesn't say ANYONE'S name unless they are important to him. Exceptions.)

("I refuse to get involved!" *Kagome's in trouble, immediately gets involved*)

(I love this arc overall SO MUCH cuz they not only have their first friendly pouty BFFs spat, but Inuyasha then immediately comes running to save her after smelling her blood THROUGH SPACE AND TIME, and is so desperate to be relied on cuz it makes him feel good to protect her and he's realizing that.)

(Lest we forget he had SOMETHING TO TELL HER right before threading their fingers extremely intimately.)

(Inu wasn't in this arc much but he WAS very worried and impressed with her.)

(I could honestly put the WHOLE spider head arc in here and gush about every detail of their character development, but we all know the highlight and I think Rumiko put it best in the Profiles Book that Inuyasha had never encountered or thought of anyone who would be saddened by his death before. I truly believe this is when he decided to open up and give his budding feelings for her a chance to bloom. And more importantly for this particular argument, decides NOT TO LIE to her again.)

And it's at this point we come to him trying to kiss her. It's true Inuyasha's emotions are slightly volatile from Kikyou being brought up. It's a definite sore spot, which even Kagome picks up on. Kagome asks point blank if he still sees her as Kikyou and hates her for it. To which he says she has it all wrong.

Considering her previous statement was if he HATES her, we can pretty easily infer that he's answering that directly, here. As in, no, he does not. Reading into context clues and what we see before and after this moment, I'd go so far as to say he's implying he LOVES her, here. Or at least is beginning to realize he likes her much more than as a friend. The last arc was huge for him, let's not forget that. He'd never ever been vulnerable like that with anyone: both in letting them know his night of weakness, and emotionally. All signs point to him having realized he's fallen for Kagome pretty hard and is ready to finally LET himself fall. (Though clearly Kagome's not quite ready herself, yet.) I'd argue that Kikyou's resurrection arc and the arcs following shortly after that I linked moments from earlier are there to just cement that he doesn't see her as Kikyou to any viewers who are still skeptical. In the manga anyway, we're never shown Inuyasha pining for Kikyou or wishing she was back to life. Quite the opposite, he only wishes her to rest in peace and reach Nirvana, which he has said to her more than once. The closest we get is this line right after the resurrection arc comes to an end and Kikyou's presumed dead from the cliff:

Which I personally interpret as him still being heartbroken, yes, but the fact he brings up the idea of falling for another woman tells me he's still mulling over how he has romantic feelings for Kagome, and his trauma regarding romance making him wonder if he should backpedal on that or give up his initial goal that was a symptom of his heartbreak in the first place. (As in, he immediately stole the Jewel after Kikyou betrayed him essentially to make the hurt go away as soon as possible. Also note this is AFTER the almost-kiss, right before Miroku makes his appearance.) So I have a pretty hard time believing that he suddenly decided to lie to Kagome right after his entire breakthrough night of vulnerability with her, and how that affected him. Also keep in mind that Kagome doesn't have concrete feelings for Inuyasha yet, so there is no jealousy or lack of confidence where Kikyou is concerned at the point of time in question. One could (shakily imo) argue that he might lie to protect her feelings later on, when he's worried about her becoming angry or jealous, but he has no such reason to lie, here. Therefore I believe he's being extremely genuine, and probably the most genuine he's been so far since he decided to abandon his previous lie about disliking her scent. I truly think he wanted to find out what kissing was like with this spitfire girl who'd run away with his heart already and made him feel and share things he'd never felt or shared with anyone. I hope this at least elaborated on why I see that scene the way I do! If you have questions or want me to discuss an aspect of it further, don't hesitate to hit up my inbox again! I'm happy to share my thoughts on the series and especially InuKag!

#Inuyasha #InuKag #meta #analysis #xanthippe-writes #asks #my first ask yay!

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risingscorchingsuns · 1 month

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Do you think it had to be rengoku who died? Or could it have been a different character or hashira and still give the same effect?

AA THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION!! Okay im likely gonna go back and edit this later once i think of Better Words, but prepare for a Long Ass Leon Analysis Post

I think that while a similar effect could have happened had it been another Hashira, the fact that it was Rengoku affected not just Tanjiro, but the rest of the Corps in a massive ripple effect. I’m assuming that by asking this you’ve read my “why Rengoku’s death impacts the outcome of the series” analysis post, but regardless, im gonna start rambling now lol

Let’s turn it into a cause-and-effect formula. If [Hashira] dies after the Mugen Train Incident, it affects Tanjiro with [x] and the rest of the Corps with [y]. When Rengoku died, it devastated Tanjiro because of both his personal connection to Rengoku (Flame Breathing vs Sun Breathing, as well as Rengoku’s infectious brotherly attitude) and his respect for the Hashira as a whole. X is Tanjiro’s devastation and his exposure to the Actual Strongest Demons. Y, on the other hand, is much more powerful, because of Rengoku specifically. He was like an older brother to Mitsuri. He was an icon of strength and persistence for Tengen. He was a beacon of encouragement for everyone he encountered, and Rengoku was uniquely inspiring in that way. Rengoku, specifically. The latest link in the Flame Hashira chain, the Rengoku family legacy, he was really more legend than man. He was an unfalteringly blazing beacon of constant courage and flaming strength, and his loss hit especially hard, because of how unstoppable he always strove to be. Even the surlier Hashira like Sanemi and Obanai respected him, because he’s just that bright. He’s open, and approachable, and kind. He may be a legend, but he’s a human, living legend. He was friends with everyone, and impacted everyone’s lives just by being in them. The unceremonious and sudden nature of his death is what causes X to hit so hard for Tanjiro, and what causes Y to extend far beyond him.

If, for example, Sanemi was the one who dies at Mugen Train, things would’ve turned out much differently. Sanemi never accepted Nezuko, and probably would’ve died scorning her. This would cause X to be much less impactful for Tanjiro. He would still be devastated, because he’s Tanjiro, and because he holds a deep respect for all the Hashira, but Sanemi’s refusal to acknowledge Nezuko would significantly dampen the impact of his death. X would still hit hard, because Tanjiro is exposed to an immensely powerful warrior being unceremoniously taken out by a demon like Akaza, but Sanemi’s generally unapproachable nature as well as the fact that he stabbed Nezuko would significantly dampen the impact on Tanjiro. Additionally, Tanjiro doesn’t know Genya yet, so he wouldn’t have any personal motivation for sympathy. In the case of Rengoku, when he mentions Senjuro, that hits hard for Tanjiro, because they’re both eldest brothers. As for the rest of the Corps, they’d be devastated for the same reasons as Tanjiro- a Hashira has fallen, and that’s a rare and devastating casualty of war. But Sanemi doesn’t have the same social impact that Rengoku does, so ultimately I think neither X or Y would hit as hard.

Honestly im trying to stop myself from plugging every Hashira into this equation just for the sake of analysis, so I might come back to this later when I’ve gotten a bit more sleep lmao

Now let’s take a Hashira that Tanjiro has a personal connection to, like Shinobu or Giyuu. If Shinobu had come with Tanjiro to personally investigate Mugen Train, he would almost certainly blame himself for her death, and X would be a different flavor of powerful, because of her conversation with him in about Kanae’s dream. The death of any Hashira would cause Y to have some ripple effect, purely because it’s a Hashira, but ultimately, the only Hashira I believe could even start to rival Kyojuro’s influence is Gyomei, purely because he’s been a Hashira for so long. But no other Slayer had the same warmth and personable character that Kyojuro had, and that’s why his death in particular hits so hard. If Giyuu had died, Tanjiro would likely have been just as upset as he was with Rengoku- he’s witnessed Giyuu’s strength on multiple occasions, and Giyuu has staked his life on Nezuko. That’s something that Tanjiro won’t easily forget, and if Giyuu had died, it would easily devastate him to push himself harder, giving X the same emotional weight as Kyojuro’s death. However, because it’s Giyuu, Y would be MUCH less impactful, because a lot of the Hashira actively dislike him. ( @princeblue actually has an excellent analysis post on why he pisses the other Hashira off, I would recommend reading it, they make some excellent points!!)

Anyway, to restate my thesis, Rengoku’s death was as impactful as it was not just because he was a Hashira, but because he was Rengoku. He’s an infallible beacon of hope and warmth, and his unceremonious death sent a ripple effect through the entire Corps. He touches the lives of everyone he meets, intentionally or not- it’s just who he is. Much like Tanjiro, his passion is infectious, and his spark and drive spread to everyone who loved him after his death. It would still devastate Tanjiro to no end to watch a Hashira die in front of him, but it was Rengoku’s personal connection to not just Tanjiro, but the entire Corps that ultimately made him as impactful of a character as he was.

That last paragraph was a little shaky, I have a nasty habit of only doing analysis writing when it’s 4:30am and I should be sleeping, please ask me to clarify anything if I fucked up! I promise it makes so much sense in my head lmao

Thank you so much for this ask I’m literally happy stimming sitting here poking away at analysis posts nothing makes me happier than media-dissecting my blorbos

#leon rambles #leon askbox #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer #analysis #demon slayer analysis #kny

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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Hearts Not in Sync- Heartrender! Kaz Brekker x gn! reader

Okay, a day later, here’s the second part to this fic! I meant to post it last night but I fell asleep before I could edit, and that just means that there’ll be two fics up today instead of just one lol

Fic type- this one. this one is like, two parts violence and anger, one part angst and then one part a hurt/comfort-y kind of ending

Warnings- mentions and depictions of the following: stab wounds, poisons, heart attacks, exploding hearts, blood, blood filling the lungs, blood coming out of ears and eyes and dislocated shoulders.

It happened almost too quickly for Kaz to register it.

At first, there was a fog that surrounded him like nothing else, that made him unable to see even a step ahead. It was a fog that almost caused him to lose his footing entirely.

In the seconds after, he registered that someone in the building had set off a series of smoke alarms. He’d known the layout of the building, and had known that they could only be set off on the first, second, and third floors. There was still three floors of leeway, all of which had been cased and the items taken so early on in the day of the heist that the sun hadn’t even risen.

Those items had been loaded onto a secondary boat that Nikolai had sent to the Wandering Isle, one that he was manning as Sturmhond, the one that the crows would get on with Nikolai and his crew whilst the crew on the boat they’d came in took it back to Ketterdam and waited at the Ravkan Embassy for word as to when Ravka would be safe to return to.

Almost all of the items from the first three floors had been secured and brought back to the boat. Kaz had seven of the remaining forty-nine, and you held an additional seven.

As Kaz heard the sound of several heavy gaited footsteps heading up, registered two heartbeats outside of his and yours, he almost panicked. You could fight them off. Kaz knew that. He’d known that. He’d watched you fight off more people in the years since you’d met and fallen in love.

He heard the sound of a bag meeting the ground and the grunt of the guard as you fought. He heard grunts on your end, too, a few bullets firing from a gun that wasn’t yours and the always startling sound of a bone breaking, followed by an alarmed shout on your end and the sound of a shoulder dislocating itself.

He heard your adrenaline keep you alive as you made your next moves. He heard the sound of the butt of a knife handle bringing hellish pain in the space at the center of the chest wherein the ribs were their most vulnerable, the shout of an additional guard joining the one you’d been fighting, and one more shout after that. It was three against one, and somehow, Kaz had already known you’d lost because adrenaline couldn’t keep you going forever.

He heard the sound of footsteps rushing up to meet him at the third floor, registered Ninas heartbeat combined with yours.

“Everything all right?” Nina shouted. Kaz listened to your heart as he heard you fall to the ground, an unceremonious thump followed by a gasp and grunt of pain.

“Quite the opposite,” you called back.

At that, both Nina and Kaz took off running in the direction of your voice, the fog beginning to clear through the open door as they did.

Kaz found a group of three guards who you’d faced off against. They certainly did look worse for wear, but they were still standing, unlike you’d been. At most, they would develop bruises from your hits, and the cuts you’d delivered with the knife Inej had leant you might have left scars.

“What’s the plan, Kaz?”

Kaz listened to the heartbeats in the room. He registered his own, registered yours as it slowed and Ninas as it quickened anxiously. He registered the heartbeats of the guards who stood shocked, and slowed them all to a point of unconsciousness.

“Knock me out,” you whispered. “I can’t--I hurt so bad right now, and Kaz, if you want to help, you’ll make that end. Put me to sleep, get me to the boat. There’ll be a healer on board who can help me. Please.”

“Theres the chance you won’t wake up again,” Kaz said. Some part of him had begun to care about your survival more than anything else, more than the money that the job would result in, more than the fact that there was a part of Kaz that needed, desperately, to seek out revenge.

“Then avenge my death, and know it wasn’t your fault. It was theirs,” you gestured to the guards lamely. “Nina, convince him.”

“Nina, get Matthias,” Kaz said. “Get Nikolai, Tolya. I am not letting the guards escape their fates.”

“You and your revenge,” Nina grinned. “You’re lucky Y/N likes you so much.”

“Oh, he knows,” you said, laughing for a moment before you clutched your rib, where two bullet wounds rested.

Kaz looked you over for the first time, quickening your heart just enough to where it kept you alive but didn’t exhaust you even still, because he looked at you and he knew that sleep--while you’d asked him to put you under in the moments before--wasn’t quite something at the top of your list of priorities. It never was in situations like that. Sleep was one thing while injured, and death never seemed too far from it.

He noticed it in the way that you kept trying to lift the arm that your dislocated shoulder was connected to, trying to see if you could manage it and using the pain you felt in doing so as a method of keeping yourself awake. He noticed that you clenched and unclenched a fist, the harsh blinking and the purposeful movements of arms and legs that screamed with pain because you didn’t want sleep. You wanted to stay awake because staying awake had meant staying alive.

You had a few dangerous seeming cuts lashed into your skin, a few stab wounds present on your legs. A bullet had gone through your arm and two had landed themselves in your ribs, one in your collarbone. The bullet there was accompanied by a deep cut to the left. Your ribs were broken, your knuckles bruised and your shoulder dislocated.

“Thank you,” you said. “Thank you, Kaz.”

“Can you stand?”

“I can try,” you said. Kaz tossed his cane lightly in the air, caught it just beneath the crows head and held it out to you.

“Absolutely not,” you whispered. “I can--I’m not taking your mobility aid, Kaz. You need that.”

“You need it more than I do.”

“That is entirely untrue,” you managed.

Kaz sighed. “Take it, Y/N. If you can stand, then that means we have a chance of getting back to the boat, and I can manage without this thing for thirty bloody minutes.”

At that, Matthias, Tolya, and Nikolai as Sturmhond came into the third floor.

“Had a bit of fun, did you, Mr. Brekker?”

“Guards here have turned out to be quite the nuisance.”

Nikolai came to stand over you, examining you quickly as Tolya lifted one of the guards over his shoulder.

“I can see that. The artifacts aren’t damaged, are they?”

“None of them,” you said weakly. “I made sure to direct them away from the bag of artifacts, Lantsov. I will risk my own life for a good enough payout, but if you skim us on this, I’ll make a hat out of the hair on your head.”

Nikolai laughed as Nina helped you up, allowing you to lean against her as Kaz sighed, fighting off some exhaustion of his own. He’d been awake nearly a full day, and while it was something he was used to, using his small science combined with a near-exhausted state was no good for anyone.

You shot him a look as he grabbed the bag of artifacts you’d secured and added it to the bag that he carried.

“You can stop regulating my heart for me, Kaz,” you said. “You’re tired. It’s fine.”

“No,” Kaz said.

“I can handle it,” Nina shot him a look, too.

“I’m tired, I could use the rest,” you said, and Kaz looked you over again. You were genuinely exhausted, and Kaz could read your face as well as you could read his. You’d remembered that his and Ninas statuses as heartrenders meant that they could keep your heart going, restart it if it stopped. It was safe to rest, you must’ve known, because neither Kaz nor Nina would let you die.

“Fine,” Kaz said.

Nikolai looked between Kaz, Tolya, Matthias, and the men who Tolya and Matthias carried on their shoulders as though it was nothing.

“You’ll make their deaths swift, won’t you?”

“No,” Kaz said. “They’ll be slow. I’m going to make it hurt.”

Nikolai gave Kaz a smile. “You’re better than me. I would’ve left them here for their coworkers. I would’ve made sure that their blood lined the walls and their entrails lined the entrance to this floor, if it had been Zoya in Y/Ns position.”

Kaz shrugged. “I quite like that idea. I’ll use it next time someone crosses me.”

“Well then, with our luck, no one will.”

With that, the group left, heading for the boat thereafter.

“We meant no harm,” one of the guards said meekly as he woke, green eyes meeting Kaz’s brown ones. “We were just doing what we thought was right.”

“You were protecting items that your leaders had stolen from a myriad of other countries, cities, and towns. To do that, you stabbed someone who matters to me. You hurt them. You are the reason that a medik has been struggling to keep Y/N alive for nearly twelve hours. Do you know who they are? The person you hurt?”

You’d been in worse shape than initially thought. Nina was two rooms over, keeping your heartrate low to allow you to sleep while a medik worked, as the healer had been killed in a larger fight against a local gang when they’d found out a heist was being pulled. Your dislocated shoulder had been popped back into place, but several of the knives you’d been attacked with had been poisoned, and the medik was trying to keep you alive until the crew got to Ravka and antidotes could be delivered while you slept in the medical wing.

“We’ve heard of you lot,” said the green eyed one.

All of the guards looked relatively similar. All of them were white, two had green eyes and one had hazel eyes. One had black hair, the other dark brown, the hazel eyed guard had bleach blonde that’d been toned, the muddy brown roots of his hair having grown out significantly.

Kaz had learned their names from Inej. The black haired one was called Mark. The dark brown haired one had been called Joseph, and the one with bleach blonde hair had been called Matthieu.

They were all relatively stocky in build, a few inches shorter than Kaz had been. Where Kaz was lean, they had a figure that was more like Matthias’, but as a heartrender, Kaz would always have the upper hand, just as he preferred it.

“You’re the Dregs. Come to steal back what wasn’t yours.”

“In fairness, it wasn’t yours, either,” Kaz said. “You’ve bult an entire museum around the artifacts that gang members, just like myself, have stolen for themselves. Things like keftas that were worn by people who haven’t been alive since the days of the saints, some very important pottery from Novyi Zem, the first samples of coins and cash from Ketterdam, and even a couple of things from Fjerda that the Fjerdans consider to be of great importance. I was doing my job, what was asked of me in exchange for quite a wonderful payout before you attacked someone on my crew and interrupted that process by both choosing to fight them, and to trigger the fog trapping.”

“One could argue that we were doing our jobs too,” said Matthieu. Kaz could’ve laughed. When it came to you, nobody had any real standing, any real or reliable defense. When it came to you, someone to whom Kaz had given his heart with no intent of ever taking it back, when it came to you whom he loved more than anything, he was the one who decided the fates of those who dared to harm you, regardless of the reason they had for doing so.

“Yes, well, you did them exceptionally,” Kaz said, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “If, of course, your job was to hurt someone who matters to a person who has been known to make hearts explode much in the manner of a very bloody bomb.”

Matthieu, Mark, and Joseph stayed silent.

“If such was the case, I’d tell you that it was a job well done! However, that is not the case this time.”

“What are you going to do to us?” Mark asked.

“Well, this room is the last one you’ll ever be in,” Kaz responded. He extended a hand, listened to Marks heartbeat and elevated it, felt for the air in his lungs and took just enough of it away for Mark to find himself falling short.

“What are you doing to me?” Mark asked, one hand reaching up to his throat as he tried to get his breathing back under control. “What are you doing?”

“Heartrender is an oddly vague name for my small science type, I think,” Kaz said. “Heartrenders can manipulate more than just hearts. I could rip the air out of your lungs if I wanted. I can influence your emotions, make the fear kick in but keep the adrenaline off so that you don’t become influenced to attack me. I can trigger a heart attack, knock you unconscious, just by moving my hand slightly to the left or the right.”

“And what does that mean for me?” Mark asked. “What does that mean for us?”

“You hurt someone who I love,” Kaz said. “Your mistake, though. Not mine. I’ll kill you as slowly as I please. When I’m done, I’ll puncture a hole in your lungs so that your bodies don’t float back up when I dump you into the ocean off the side of the boat. You made a mistake and now you will pay for it at my hand.”

Fear crossed Marks eyes, and Kaz smirked. He elevated Marks heart, took more of the air from his lungs, influenced his emotions and inclined them towards paralytic fear.

“Which one of you was it, exactly?” He asked. “Who hurt Y/N? Who here is the reason that they may not make it another twelve hours without someone making sure their heart is still beating?”

“We owe you nothing,” Joseph spoke. Kaz turned to him as he elevated Marks heart just a bit more, made him more fearful. If Kaz kept going as he had been, Marks body would’ve induced the heart attack on its own.

“Well, if you don’t tell me, Mark will die and I will force you to watch,” Kaz said. “I’ve been so kind as to not restrain you thus far, because I know I can handle an attack from you without blinking, but I will go up to top deck and I will grab rope. I will bind you to the chairs on which you sit, make Marks death as bloody and as painful as possible.”

Silence lapsed over the room as Joseph and Matthieu thought it over.

“It was me,” Matthieu finally said. “I did it. If you kill anyone, you kill me. You spare Mark and Joe.”

“I’m not sparing anyone,” Kaz disagreed. “You all had parts in it, if your bruises and the cuts you’ve sustained are to mean anything. You will die today, I just wanted to know who hurt them the most so that I could save you for last. I am not a merciful man, Matthieu. Your confession means that you will have to watch your friends die and then die yourself.”

“But--”

“I never said or promised anything.” Kaz said, ripping more of the air from Marks lungs before he finally let them go.

He watched Mark intake air in gulps before finding his blood flow, moving it in several different directions. He focused on Marks heartbeat, slowed it so that Mark was entirely still, and influenced fear that would’ve made him catatonic regardless.

As Kaz watched blood pool pour out of Marks eyes, he stopped influencing Marks emotions. He forced Marks heart to a normal rate. He sent blood into Marks lungs, and when a piercing scream freed itself from Marks throat, Kaz only shot pointed looks at Joseph and Matthieu.

Mark choked on his own blood, and as he did, Kaz listened to his heartbeat until it stopped. In the interest of making a point, he squeezed his left fist, watched as Matthieu and Joseph flinched with the sound of Marks heart exploding inside his body, leaving no hope to save him.

Joseph was next, though, in the interest of time and not wanting to have to clean up a mess that was too substantial, Kaz only knocked Matthieu out before inducing a heart attack for Joseph, which he combined with blood flooding his lungs and coming out through his ears.

Matthieus death was the most gruelling. Kaz spent several hours knocking him in and out of consciousness at will, inducing heart attacks only to bring them down and trick Matthieu into thinking he’d been spared. He flooded Matthieus lungs with blood, induced a heart attack and influenced the pain so that it was felt at a broader scale, and felt in combination with fear that would’ve killed Matthieu regardless of Kaz’s influence. Matthieu died of a heart attack and paralytic fear, and Kaz considered it a job well done.

Kaz did as promised, though. He used the knife that Inej had leant you to puncture holes in their lungs, dumped them over the side of the boat and went to the room he’d been assigned. He changed his clothes, wiped the blood off of his face and set his gloves in the sink to soak before falling on top of the thin mattress and falling into a dreamless sleep.

Four days later, you were in Ravka. A better medik than the one on the boat had seen to the worst of your injuries, antidotes had been given to treat the poisons that had entered your blood when you’d been stabbed, and you slept for three and half days, with breaks to eat, thanks to Nina and her knowledge that you would not stick to bed rest had the medik demanded it.

You found yourself waking and, for the first time since you’d been woken up for that first meal, you were feeling okay.

Healers weren’t around because a ton of them were on the front lines in the war that Ravka and Fjerda were constantly in, but you didn’t much care about that. A medik had done the job just fine, and who gave a shit about a few scars, anyway? You certainly did not.

“Hey,” Kaz said. You grinned as you sat up, seeing him posted to the right of the door, one hand on his cane where the other was resting easily in the pocket of his slacks.

“What’s the payout?”

“Three and a half million,” Kaz said. “One million was the starting point for the negotiations, a point set by Fjerda, oddly enough. We all cited a variety of different difficulties, and the leaders from Novyi Zem and a few of the Merchant Council reps upped it way more than any of us anticipated. I cited your injuries and emotional distress caused by them.”

“My near death made you emotionally distressed?”

“Quite so, it seems,” Kaz said. “I’m glad you’re alive, though. Thank you for staying that way.”

“Thank you for killing my attackers,” you said. “Nina told me everything.”

“They almost killed you,” Kaz said. “They didn’t get to continue on. Not after that.”

You grinned. “I’m getting a bit hungry. What do you say we ring for some food? I have no doubt you’ve drank your fill of coffee, but I have not had a sip of tea in days.”

Kaz grinned. “I figured you’d wake up at some point. Food should be on its way now, actually. Same with tea.”

“I love you so much right now,” you said, laughing slightly. “Saints, Brekker. I fear I will never love you more.”

“You’ll be saying the same thing in a weeks time, when we’re back in Ketterdam and I’ve brought you tea and waffles.”

You laughed, and Kaz let himself grin. “I love you still, Brekker. That’s all that matters.”

Kaz shrugged, and that was enough, because you flicked your eyes across his face and, from the relief on his expression, from the slight relaxation of his shoulders, knew that he loved you, too.

“May our hearts always be in sync,” Kaz said.

You repeated the same, shot him a grin and the conversation moved from there, the two of you settling into a familiar rhythm as you always did.

Kaz found himself listening to his heart for a moment, listening to the rhythm in yours. They were in sync once more, and Kaz was entirely sure that, had he died in that moment, he would’ve died happily.

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Tickletober 2022, Day 18: Chase [LATE]

this was actually the first fic i wrote for this year's tickletober, months ago when i first finished the prompt list, before i ever officially posted it lol. i have not reread or edited this! i simply do not have the time or energy unfortunately lol, but hopefully its alright and not too messy!

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Fandom: Supernatural

Ship(s): Destiel

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Dean/Ler!Castiel

Word Count: 2736 words

Summary: Dean should've known there were consequences to tickling an angel. Even one with such a cute, innocent smile like Cas.

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Dean raced down the halls of the bunker, skidding around corners and almost slipping every other step thanks to only being in his socks. The bunker was supposed to be safe, after all. Why would he need to wear his big, heavy boots everywhere when he could finally live in comfort? Well, Dean certainly felt like a fool, now.

Had the bunker always been this complex? It felt like a labyrinth, unrecognizable and unending, trapping him no matter what turn he took. He thought he knew the place inside and now by now, explored all the nooks and crannies during the late nights where he couldn’t sleep knowing what horrors were awaiting him behind his eyelids. Apparently, he thought wrong. Or maybe that was just the scratch of fear slithering down his neck seeping into his mind, muddling things that he knew that he knew.

Footsteps echoed around him, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Truthfully, Dean couldn’t be sure if they were even real, or just a figment of his own mind, traitorously adding to his torment. In a blind moment of panic, he threw open a door on his left, whipping around to shut it as quietly as he could.

The room was dim, but it was quiet. In fact, his own heavy breathing sounded deafening against the concrete walls. He was tempted to hold his breath to hide it, not wanting to give away his position, but if he was found, Dean knew that he would need it. He backed slowly into the room, eyes trained on the door as he shuffled his feet, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t bump into anything and alert anyone, or anything, to his current location. As long as he was quiet, he would be safe here. Please, let him be safe here.

There was a quiet ruffle of feathers behind him, and Dean barely had time to register the sound as danger before backing into a solid chest, not having caught himself in time to stop moving. He did, in fact, stop breathing for a moment, though.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Dammit, Cas, you–!”

Dean didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not that he really knew where he was going with it in the first place. He was quickly silenced – well, not silenced, more hindered – by Cas’s arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace, using the hold to sneak fingers into all the weak points he could reach along Dean’s sides and ribs.

Dean doubled over in his laughter, trying to claw Cas’s hands off his torso with weak and trembling fingers. Even though he knew it wouldn’t work, Dean was still offended when Cas’s hands crept high onto his upper ribs, making his arms slam down in an involuntary defense. He jerked his torso back and forth, trying to loosen Cas’s grip or dislodge him somehow, but Cas followed easily with every twist and turn. Dean wasn’t gonna get out of this so easily.

“Cas– come on!”

“Sorry, Dean, I can’t quite understand you through your laughter. Would you mind repeating that for me?”

Dean did, in fact, mind. Even if he hadn’t said anything worth repeating. So instead, bicep still pressed tightly to his ribs, Dean raised up his hand showing Cas his middle finger as best as he could.

Cas tutted. “Really, Dean, you should know better to antagonize me at this point. Did you really think you could get away with this morning’s antics without recompense?”

Note to self: never play Scrabble with Cas.

“Now, do you regret it, yet?”

Dean shook his head. Hell, no. It had been hilarious. And maybe a little adorable. Not that Dean would admit that to Cas’s face. No, Dean would keep all his thoughts about Cas’s gummy smile and his bright, bubbly laughter all to himself, thank you very much. But he certainly didn’t regret it.

Cas sighed. “You will, eventually.”

And then, surprisingly, Castiel let him go. The torment stopped, his arms unwrapped from Dean’s torso, and he took a few steps back from where they had stood, pressed together from shoulders to hips. Dean wobbled and wavered for a moment, having to readjust to holding his weight up on his own again without Cas to steady him through his remaining giggles. He shot a confused look over his shoulder, but Cas stood there as impassively as ever, appraising Dean with a calculated look.

“You have a fifteen second head start,” Cas rumbled, raking his eyes over Dean’s body, “before round two begins.”

Dean’s eyes practically bugged out of his skull. “What?”

Castiel narrowed his own. “You heard me.”

Dean didn’t need to be prompted a third time. He turned tail and ran, damn his jellied legs and trembling knees to hell, sliding down the halls in his stupid patterned socks once more. He wondered if he had time to sneak into his room and change clothes, because he suddenly felt very bare in the t-shirt and boxers he’d been lounging around in all day with Sam being gone, or if Cas would corner him before he got the chance. Ultimately, Dean decided it wasn’t worth the risk, and he kept running, directionless. He could only hope it took Cas a little longer to find him, this time.

Dean was hardly even aware of the twists and turns he was taking, his only goal being “get as far away from Cas as possible,” so when he blindly whipped around a corner and slammed directly into Cas’s body, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just gone around in a circle at some point. Either way, Cas let out a low, growling chuckle into his ear, this time sliding his hands up under Dean’s shirt in the embrace.

“Goddammit!” Dean spat.

“Now, now,” Cas said, his voice infuriatingly calm for how much Dean was struggling in his arms. “Let’s not bring my Father into this.”

“Asshole!”

Cas sighed. “You Winchesters never learn, do you?”

Dean let out a mortifying little yip as Cas’s fingers started spidering all over his back, jerking forward and only further encasing himself in Cas’s arms. He buried his face in Cas’s neck, not wanting Cas to have the pleasure or reward of seeing his face flush from the embarrassment of his own giggling.

“Tell me, Dean, which tickles more. This?” Cas scribbled and spidered his fingers all along the backs of Dean’s ribs and sides. “Or this?” He scratched his fingers ever-so-lightly up and down Dean’s back, the feel-good tingles warring with the building ticklish feeling into a dangerous combination.

“Both, you fucking– Cas!”

Apparently, answering both meant that Cas would do both, which Dean found entirely unfair. He whined through his giggles, so far past embarrassment (at least, for this round), squirming forward and back in Castiel’s grip like either direction would get him anywhere. And then, just as quickly as he swooped in, Cas vanished from his personal space, leaving Dean wobbling once more. He leaned against the wall for a second, trying to catch his breath through his giggles.

“You have ten seconds,” Cas said.

Dean’s head shot up. “Ten?!”

Cas raised an eyebrow. “I am being incredibly generous, giving you these head starts. Are you sure you wanted to waste your time arguing with me?”

A slew of expletives slipped out of Dean’s mouth. He pushed himself off the wall and bolted past Cas, nearly tripping over himself with how shaky his legs were. Dean had been a hunter his entire life, stalked by monster and man alike, but never before had he felt more like prey than this moment. How was Cas finding him so easily, every single time? All he needed was a moment to think.

He did not get that moment. Instead, he skidded to a stop on his stupid socks, almost falling on flat on his ass, as Castiel emerged from one of the doors ahead of him. He glanced over and walked in Dean’s direction, calm and cool and collected, and Dean felt himself get even more frazzled in return. He turned on his heel and sprinted in the opposite direction, chanting lose me, lose me in his mind all the while.

Only for Cas to emerge from a different door up ahead in this direction, once again starting a calm walk in Dean’s direction.

Dean felt a wave of indignance go through him, remembering all the things he’d read about humans being endurance hunters. How they would tire out their prey, track them calmly, letting the prey spook and race off, only to be found and repeat the process again. Eventually, the prey would tire out, be too exhausted to keep it up, and that was when the human would strike. Then again, the post Dean had read was about pet owners trying to catch their escaped cats, so who knew what the truth was to that.

Cas may not have been a human, but that just gave him a sharper advantage. As an angel, he couldn’t exactly tire, but Dean, the so-called endurance hunter, could. Cas was one of the only things above humans on the food chain, and Dean was about to become lunch. The endurance hunter becoming the endurance hunted.

God, it was fun. Not that he’d ever admit it, even under pain of death.

Dean whipped around and jogged down another hallway, taking a multitude of twists and turns to try and throw Cas off his trail. Then, because it had worked so well the first time, Dean picked a door and ran inside. He almost locked it, before remembering that it would only be a detriment to himself when he would inevitably have to run away again.

Dean tried to steady his breathing, backing slowly away from the door, before he remembered where that got him last time. He whipped around, eyes scanning the dark room and ears straining for the sounds of ruffling feathers. Don’t find me here, Dean pleaded in his mind. Don’t find me here, don’t even look here.

A quiet, rolling noise caught Dean’s attention, and he whirled around to see the doorknob turning ever-so-slowly. He spat out a quiet curse, glancing around the room for a hiding place and finding none. Ultimately, he decided to back up until his back hit the wall. At least this time, there could be no surprises from behind. The door opened with a creak, and Dean tried to wipe all the giddiness and nerves from his expression. He didn’t need to give Cas the satisfaction.

“Hello again, Dean.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Cas quirked an eyebrow, walking forward again at that maddeningly slow pace. Dean didn’t see the point in running – the room was too small for him to dart around Cas to escape, and he’d just make a fool of himself in the process – so instead, he pressed himself further into the wall, trying to brace for the coming attack.

But the attack didn’t come, this time. Instead, Cas leaned forward and kissed him, slow and sweet and languid. Dean tried to keep his composure, but it was only seconds before he melted into it, closing his eyes and humming in contentment. Cas guided Dean’s arms up around his shoulders and wrapped his own arms around Dean’s waist, pushing him even further into the wall as he pressed their bodies together. Just when Dean felt like he couldn’t stand it another moment, his lungs getting the better of him after all the running and the repeated tickle attacks, Cas pulled back and he gasped in a few breaths of air.

“Hi,” Dean murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Cas brushed their noses together. “Hi.”

Cas slid his hands back around so that they were resting lightly on Dean’s stomach and hips. Dean kept his own arms around Cas’s neck for the time being, trying to count the hues of blue in Cas’s eyes.

“Are we done, then?”

Cas quirked both eyebrows this time. “No. I was just trying to lower your guard.”

Dean’s face dropped. “Wha–?”

He cut himself off with a gasp as a light, tingling sensation made itself known in his lower stomach and hips, radiating deep into the nerves. He grunted and shifted, trying to bring his hands down to defend himself, push Cas’s hands away, something, only to find that his arms were trapped around Cas’s neck, and he only succeeded in pulling Cas closer. Fucking angel mojo, tickling him with it and trapping him? That really wasn’t fair.

“You– asshole!”

“Just let go, Dean,” Cas mumbled, leaning forward to nuzzle his stubble into Dean’s neck. “You know you want to.”

Dean let out a choked sound with the added sensation on his neck, smushing his face down against Cas’s to try and push him out. All the while, the tingling beneath Cas’s hands only snuck deeper beneath his skin, growing and building on top of itself until it was almost unbearable, despite how light the feeling was. Against his will, strangled little snickers started bubbling up his throat and spilling from his lips.

“Damn you,” he bit out through it all. “How do you keep finding me so fast?”

Cas cocked his head to the side, the move far more innocent than Cas deserved to pretend to be, like a puppy who ate your lunch and was trying to make you forget all about it. Well Dean would not be forgetting, thank you very much, especially not while the puppy was still actively chewing on his damned sandwich right in front of him.

“Are you aware,” Cas said, “that you have been praying this entire time?”

If Dean could’ve frozen, he would have. Instead he was stuck squirming back and forth as his jaw dropped open, only widening the way for more laughter to escape as the light buzzing radiating out from his core threatened to consume him.

“What?!”

“Praying. Everytime you run, or try to hide, or think you hear me coming, you pray. For mercy, for guidance, for luck. And it seems I must be your default to pray to, because I heard every word, Dean. Every. Word.”

Fucking shit, how much did Dean push into those prayers? How much did Cas hear of his internal monologue? Just how screwed was he?

“You fucking cheat–”

“I don’t recall you establishing any rules. Do you?”

“There was no time–” Dean squealed, cutting himself off, as the tingling buzz swirled down and centered itself solely on his hips.

“Well, that’s your own fault, is it not?”

Oh fucking damn him. Cas played these games too well.

“Don’t worry, Dean. We both know you wouldn’t have wanted rules in the first place.”

“Fuck you.”

Cas retaliated with a raspberry directly in the crook of his neck. Dean’s knees went out, cackling and tearing up with the intensity of it all. Cas pushed into him, pinning him in place against the wall, not letting him have even that escape.

“Are you sorry yet?”

Sorry?? Sorry for what, crying all over his trench coat?

“For attacking me this morning?”

“Yes,” Dean cried out. “Yes! I’m sorry!”

Cas had mercy. He lifted his face out of the crook of Dean’s neck and pulled away his hands, sucking out the vibrations of his grace along with them. A moment later, the invisible bonds on Dean’s wrists and hands vanished and he was able to pull them back towards his body, rubbing away the ghostly feeling the grace tickles left behind.

“You have another ten seconds before round four begins.”

Dean blinked. “But– I said sorry!”

Cas stared at him, his gaze steady and calm. “I don’t believe you truly want this game to end.”

Dean didn’t know how to reply to that. He certainly would not be telling Cas that he was right.

“And since you seem so inclined to waste your headstarts, why don’t we make it five seconds, instead?” Cas smirked. “I suggest you run now, Dean.”

Dean wasn’t stupid enough to earn himself another penality, so he shoved Cas off him and he ran, a grin tugging at his sore cheeks all the while. He wondered what would be waiting for him at the end of the chase this round. He couldn’t wait to find out.

But that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy on Cas.

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #tickle fic #my writing #supernatural tickling #lee!dean #ler!castiel #ticklish!dean #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel

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cantsaythetword · 10 months

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For the Christmas prompts, 19, with both parts, for Destiel possibly? Only if you want ofc ^^

Christmas in July - Devilish Angel

~A/N - [EDIT: Well I guess this one is going to be up early lmao. I accidentally hit post on my phone instead of save as draft so here you go lol.]

CHRISTMAS IN JULY IS ALMOST OVER :(((((

Apologies again for the super uncreative title BUT I'm keen for this fic hehehehehe.

Hope it's ok happy!!! <3

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

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Living on the road definitely had a lot of drawbacks.

Inconsistent housing, crappy junk diet, constant exhaustion from driving long hours. It definitely took it's toll. But, at the same time, it certainly made you appreciate the little luxuries in life.

Luxuries such as sleep ins. Early mornings where Dean would usually be on his way to the next job, but instead was half-asleep amongst the covers and pillows on the lumpy motel bed.

He groggily blinked his eyes, settling his vision on the man sitting on the couch to his left. Clearly he hadn't heard Cas fly inside, so the angel must have been sitting there for a while.

"Mornin' handsome." Dean mumbled with a grin, one arm dangling down the side of the bed. "Didn't hear you come in."

Cas smiled gently. "You sleep very soundly."

Dean gave a soft laugh. "Helps that I've got a guardian angel looking out for me."

Cas shook his head. Even in his half-conscious state Dean was such a flirt.

"Now get over here, I hardly ever get to cuddle you in the mornings."

Standing up from the sofa, Cas made his way towards the bed and climbed under the covers. As the two of them cuddled closer, Cas shifted his legs against Dean's. The moment his feet made contact though, Dean gave an audible shudder.

"Damnit Cas are you angels cold blooded or sumthin'?"

While Cas would normally apologise for any discomfort he may cause, Dean's legs were ridiculously warm - and the perfect place to nestle his feet. Cas wriggled his toes against Dean's thigh, purely trying to tease the hunter with the cold.

But it wasn't the temperature that made Dean recoil with a squeaky giggle.

"Gehet your freheezing ass feet off me." He pushed Cas's torso away, trying to squirm as best he could under the blanket.

With a grin, Cas poked and curled his toes even more against poor Dean's legs. The man broke into more giggles, yelping when a particularly cold patch of skin met his own.

"Cahahas!"

"What's the matter Dean, I'm just warming my feet up?" Castiel asked, the small smirk on his face betraying his innocent act.

"No yohohou're nohot!!"

Deciding his feet weren't quite getting enough of a reaction, Cas latched his thumbs onto Dean's hipbones and began to rub.

"CAHAHAHAS NOHOHO!"

"I'm sorry Dean, I didn't realise you were this ticklish!"

"LIHIHIAHAR!"

Cas's cruel hip torture was short lived, as Dean was forced into a surrender after only a few moments.

"Now my legs are cold." Dean huffed after catching his breath, though the remnants of a grin remained on his face.

"I could always warm you up..." Cas smirked, and his offer was accompanied by the rustling of his wings unfolding.

Dean didn't have a chance to reply, and the moment Cas's feathers made contact, the hunter knew he was fucked.

#destiel tickle fic #supernatural tickle fic #crow's christmas in july 2023 #i think i slightly posted these out of order but ITS OK i hope u like it happy ❤️❤️❤️#also the tags you left on my b99 fic 🥺🥺🥺 youre too nice omfg made me all soft !!!#lots of love to the you

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theunexplainable · 11 months

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The grass beneath them was soft, and barely illuminated by the light from Home’s eyes. Baranby glanced over at Wally, the puppet’s half lidded eyes lay upon the stars that stood overhead. His calm smile was a tad brighter than usual even under the scrutiny of Barnaby’s gaze. The said puppet under scrutiny turned to look at the larger being beside him, making eye contact with him.

“What do ya think is out there?” Barnaby asked, after a drag from his pipe. [don’t think I forgot he smokes lol, my wife does too a bit]

“Stars. Wonders we will never see in our lifetimes.” Wally responded, staring again into the inky black void above them, fragments of lights dancing through endless colors.

“You and our neighbors are plenty of wonder for me,” Barnaby joked, looking back on all the shenanigans they had gotten into.

“Yes, our neighbors are certainly the most,” Wally giggled at that, a pleasant sound that Barnaby enjoyed very much.

Home creaked behind them in a way that almost sounded as if he was laughing too. Home had been rather quiet today, Barnaby couldn’t decide if he favored or hated it. His friend had seemed unbothered so it was probably safe to assume everything was fine, although Wally did have a tendency to try and keep everything bad under wraps for as long as possible.

“At least space looks nice,” Wally implemented it quietly.

“Not as nice as you do.” Barnaby shot back, making comical finger guns at the smaller male.

“You flatter me.”

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This is just something small that I’ve kept forgetting to post lol. Hope y’all like it!

Its been edited because it had too many repeating words.

#unexplained writing #drink lots of water #eat good food #get some sleep #and have a good day!#wally darling #wally x barnaby #welcome home barnaby #barnaby b beagle #welcome home wally

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monarchisms · 2 years

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"so, now that it seems that some of the worst of everything in regards to rooster teeth has come to light, what are you, tumblr user monarchisms, the user previously known as kingpattillo, gonna do next?": the post

[under a readmore because it's stupidly long]

so fucking much has happened over the past week, so i'm just typing all of this up to figure out what to do in future, both so that people who follow me are in the loop, and that i can help myself get some shit together. almost every day has been one gut punch after another, so i definitely won't get everything in one go, and can surely edit this if/when i change my mind on a couple of things, with some exceptions.

for now:

"do you still want to watch/listen to/make fan content for rt in general?" Oh Dear God No. i don't want the company to crash and burn, only because i want the people currently still there who aren't shitbags to get all the support they need and deserve, emotional support or otherwise. however, because of a series of totally avoidable errors made by the company, i don't feel bad about letting my first subscription end. whether i just cancel it immediately, or i let it lapse, i'm not sure yet, but yeah, after i get charged for this month, i'm not going to pay for my subscription anymore.

"does that also include achievement hunter?" kinda?????????? that's more complicated to me. monetarily, i won't support them because they're still under rooster teeth, so i won't keep my subscription for specifically them. i'd totally throw them some money if they're able to pull a drawfee and break from the company they were formed under and go independent, and i totally am not mad at other people if they keep the subscriptions specifically for AH. again, it's all complicated. even with everything involving them as a group, i'm still rooting for them. "any reasons why?" many, actually, but here's what it boils down to.

i feel like even with all the stumbles, AH has had better progress collectively since... i'd say since geoff stepped down, if not earlier than that, than rt has had in their almost 2 decades of existing. i don't have a concrete year for AH i can point to for where i feel like progress has really started rolling. i'm just going off of Vibes alone lol. what makes me still have hope in them includes (but is not limited to, since there's a lot of stuff i could have missed) all the twitlongers from the post team, as well as this tweet from jack:

and this tweet from fiona:

(honestly, their whole thread is very good, and i agree with their takes wholeheartedly)

almost every problem i had with AH has been covered in this 4 am vent post i made on the 17th, and the problems i still have actually seem to be on the mend. props to the individuals currently at AH who put in the effort to improve, not just collectively as achievement hunter, but also as their individuals selves. which brings me to my next point:

"what about geoff?"

this hurts to type, but fuck him! the lowest points (in my opinion) of AH were in what many (used to?) perceive as their golden age, approximately the years of 2012 to 2015 or so, all of which were under the time geoff was the AH bossman. if he wasn't the perpetrator of the toxic behavior of his main employees at the time, he was complicit in it for reasons i certainly won't/can't pinpoint because i don't know him personally. though, another tweet from fiona gives me at least one idea:

alongside all of that, there's the direct reply from kdin under geoff 's twitter apology that also makes me 🤨 at him, as well as as all of this from the woman who geoff mentioned in that one reddit post he made in 2020, (edit 10/22/22: and also the fact that his public twitter likes showed that his apology was disingenuous to begin with 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴), but everyone knows about all of that. if you didn't, then uh... genuinely, my bad :(

oof, speaking of kdin,

"what about her?"

it's pretty easy to sum up my thoughts on her now. basically, i still believe that she shouldn't have gotten through the traumatic events she endured at rt, and should 100% be financially compensated, and i also simultaneously believe that her videos during the tatsudoshi days are downright deplorable. it's one thing to use a slur or two (Which Is Still Objectively Bad, but solely in comparison, is easier to stomach and apologize for), but it's another to go on a fully bigoted rant that attacks multiple marginalized identities, regardless of if it was over 10 years ago. No Average 19-Year-Old Wouldn't Do That Unless They Were Bigoted As Fuck. even if she is better now, that never excuses her past actions.

...also, i personally thought the part of her apology that i could actually accept or not accept was mid as fuck, and blizz perfectly pointed out why:

so fuck her for those points specifically. she should still get paid fairly, though. everybody should.

"is that why you're still :/ about gavin?" precisely. the first day, i just thought kdin didn't see gavin's apology on twitter since she was getting swarmed with a billion notifications, and also just doesn't follow most of the AH crew these days. turns out her not responding to him seems more and more intentional each passing day, so whoops!

"so like, are you going to pirate the rt content you still enjoy(ed)?" Oh, Absolutely. for me specifically, i feel like the only thing i'm going to pirate with no remorse is rwby because i still want to see how the story ends. as for everything else i enjoyed pre-braggnarok:

1. with rvb, the only reason i fell out of love it was because of the lack of care given to zero. i still enjoyed that season overall, but how poorly it was treated by the higher ups killed my excitement for rvb. QvsA kinda hooked me, but considering that grif is voiced by geoff and appears in every episode, 😬

2. with the podcasts i personally listened to under rt, most of them got killed for me because gavin and/or geoff were involved (f**kface, anma, annual pass). i still want to listen to red web because trevor and alfredo are still good to me, but like AH, they're still under rt, so i still don't really feel good pirating that :(

2b. "but face jam's still cool, right?" no </3

like, genuine props to michael for actively improving himself as a person, both on and off camera, for many years now, and not excusing his own past shitty actions. i got no beef with him. however, i cannot continue to listen to face jam because of jordan. "wait, what? why?" well! jordan's own past behavior under rt animation was pretty Yikes. he was one of the people specifically called out by georden whitman (nomad of nowhere's creator) in his twitlonger. can't summarize anything here myself, so i just recommend you read the whole thing.

3. the shortest(?) reason: there's no need to pirate AH content because most of it is available for free on their youtube channels anyways. with stuff like sbi: meltdown, i'll just read the comments to see who got voted off for the remaining episodes that i won't watch. not the end of the world.

"but you still haven't answered: what are you gonna do right now?" i don't know!!!!! rt suddenly imploded bigger than usual, and i don't know where to take my art and gif-making skills next!! i'm kinda scared!!! that's where you guys come in. requests for those will be open forever (they always have been, but they're More Open Now), but currently, they not just extend to individual streamers like matt, jeremy, ray, and their friends (individual AH people included), they alsoextend to any major group or solo people i enjoy. you can feasibly see a drawfee gif from me! isn't that wild?

and finally: "how else can we support you, random internet person?"

i still don't know. i've never been in this position before!!! like, everything i've created, both related to and not related to rt/ah, will always be free forever, but like, if people just want to throw money my way to make my life a little more tolerable, i guess i have paypal????????? i dunno! i'll just have to figure all of that out as i go.

okay, bye again lol

#this is MY twitlonger but on tumblr that nobody asked for /j #i have nothing else to tag this with i think???????

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fr3sh-tragedies · 2 years

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Obsessed

[Arcane] Yandere! Jinx x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Small amount of cursing, implied violence, obsessive/toxic personality/relationship, stalking

[A/N]: This is my first time posting a story on this site, so please bear with me if the formatting is a little weird. I’ll try to edit it later to make it easier to read, lol.

Enjoy!

Even though they were hundreds of feet above the water and bridge beneath them, that wasn't what was causing [Y/N]'s anxiety. She had been up here before, multiple times in fact, with her "friend" Jinx. They always came up here to relax and spend time together, just talking and sharing jokes or their favorite moments from their day. It had been so normal for so long, but recently Jinx had begun to make the conversation a little strange. They'd crack jokes with each other for a while, but then when they started talking about their day, Jinx would make an effort to ask about [Y/N]'s first. And when it was her turn to share, all she ever talked about was spending time with the [h/c] girl. In all honesty, it was making [Y/N] uncomfortable. Why was Jinx being so adamant about talking about her? She wasn't anything special. She was just a friend–a coworker–an assistant. Could she possibly be...? No, that was crazy. [Y/N] didn't even like her that way, why would she feel that way about her?

And oh, how badly Jinx wanted to let her know that wasn't true. She had brought her up here to confess anyway, so she figured she could come clean about everything.

Well, not everything. Some things are better left unsaid.

For example, she probably shouldn't tell her about how she stalked her over the past few months. Ever since she met the [h/c] girl–by total accident–she was hooked. In love. Obsessed. She just couldn't let her walk out of her life the way everyone else had done. So, in order to show her love before getting too serious (to not scare her off), she started sending gifts to [Y/N] and leaving little notes with words of pure affirmation. 'You may not know me personally quite yet, but I have to let you know that you're forever mine." "Since the day I met you, my life has never been the same." "You're my dream girl. Once we meet, you'll never be able to leave me." "I dream about you every night. I'm obsessed with you." Just short phrases that got her point across. Until one day, she sent a full letter.

"Hey toots,

I'd ask how you're doing today, but I already know. I've been keeping close tabs on you, but it's nothing weird, I promise. Just wanna make sure you're safe and aren't struggling. I'm sure by now you've noticed all the gifts landing on your doorstep. Some of them anyway. The blankets and stuff I left on your bed. Oh, and don't worry about how I got in. I promise I would never steal from you. I'll cut to the chase here. Silco is searching for new recruits, and I suggested you as my lab assistant! He said he's gotta meet you before he makes any big decisions or whatever, so you'd better get your cute little butt over here for an interview! Can't wait to see ya!

-Jinx"

[Y/N] didn't take up on her offer right away. After all, Jinx and Silco were known to be ruthless when it came to their employees. And, even though she hated living here in the undercity, she certainly didn't want to die for making a small mistake and accidentally upsetting them. Each day, Jinx came into Silco's office and asked if a certain [h/c] girl had come in for an interview, only to feel crushed when told that, no, no one had come in that matched her description. Enraged that [Y/N] hadn't listened to her, Jinx's stalking became more aggressive. Instead of only finding her in public places like The Last Drop, she followed her around almost everywhere she went. From the moment she left her house, [Y/N] had a very infatuated blue-haired girl trailing after her just a few meters behind.

After a couple of days, Jinx even found herself watching through the window of [Y/N]'s house until she could see that she was asleep and safe. She knew what the girl was doing every day. What she ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, what time she went to work, who she talked to, everything. She made a mental list of all the men and women who even remotely appeared to be flirting with her and made sure they'd never be able to interfere with her again. To her, everyone else was competition for [Y/N]'s love. Finally, after growing tired of this, Jinx sent her another note that simply said:

"I won't ask again. You will be my partner. Show up at Silco's office and tell him I sent you, or you'll regret ignoring me."

Once remembering exactly what Jinx was capable of, [Y/N] finally gave in and got herself an interview at Silco's office, afraid she might not have much longer to live if she didn't. Little did she know, a certain admirer of hers was watching from the platform on the ceiling. After a while of talking–and silent, pleading glares from Jinx–Silco agreed to give [Y/N] an opportunity to work for him. But only on the condition that she follow his every order–one of which was to obey Jinx when in the lab. Over the next few weeks, Jinx managed to grow closer to the girl, seemingly not realizing–possibly due to her delusions– that [Y/N] had absolutely no interest in being friends with her. She ignored the voices warning her to back off.

After a while of working on countless projects together, Jinx finally managed to steel her nerves and send [Y/N] yet another letter. This time, she asked her to meet her in their usual spot, which is where they were now: standing on the scaffolding above the bridge in the city. It was near midnight. Jinx figured that with how late it was, there would be a very low chance of someone ruining the moment. Not that it would matter–she'd easily take care of it, though she'd feel slightly regretful for it. In the time she had gotten to know [Y/N], she had killed plenty of people who went against her or Silco's wishes. Some of which took place in front of the [h/c] girl. When she'd look back at [Y/N] to make sure she was okay, she could see the horror in her eyes. Oh, how she hated causing that look. She wanted her to be happy! Not scared!

"[Y/N], I gotta be honest with you. You make me so damn happy. I know we barely met a few months ago, but you're my whole world, toots. I...I love you, and I wanna make you happy. You deserve everything you've ever wanted, and with how well Silco provides for me, I can assure you I'd make you the happiest girl in the world. You're just so beautiful and kind, and...you deserve someone who will protect you at all costs. Even though you might not believe it, I will do whatever I can to keep you safe." She pauses, sucking in a deep breath. "So whaddya say? Do you love me too?"

[Y/N] stared in slight shock, not expecting this. She had told herself it was a possibility, but shut that thought down real quick. She didn't love her back. She couldn't–not after everything she had done. She blinked, meeting Jinx's gaze again, who was staring back expectantly. Jinx was hoping, praying, that her feelings would be reciprocated. Her head was tilted to the side, a faint blush dusting her cheeks and creeping up to her ears as she nervously chewed on her bottom lip. She was very fidgety. Her hands were twitching and fiddling with her loose strands of hair, occasionally popping her knuckles, her leg bouncing. It was visibly obvious that whatever [Y/N] said in reply would control her next move.

[Y/N]'s mouth opened and shut a few times, unsure of what to say. She couldn't form the right words. How could she let her down easily? Should she even let her down? Would other people get hurt because of her decision? She internally sighed. She couldn't risk others getting hurt for her sake, even if she knew they were horrible people. If it meant no one would get hurt for her sake, [Y/N] was willing to sacrifice her freedom. She looked down at the bridge below. Trying to give herself a moment to put on a convincing act, she watched the small, colorful dots that were people. If she didn't pull off her act successfully, anyone down there could be Jinx's next victim.

She finally looked back up at Jinx with a smile, which made the girl's eyes light up. "Of course I do, Jinx." Jinx smiled, but it quickly dropped after a moment of faltering. "Say it." Her tone was unusually cold towards her. [Y/N] raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. "What? Say what?" "Tell me you love me. I need to hear you say it to believe it." The [h/c] girl froze, a nervous bead of cold sweat forming on the back of her neck. "I-I..." As she struggled to "admit" her feelings, Jinx's gaze hardened, her brows furrowing tightly together. "Say it." [Y/N] swallowed the lump in her throat. 'Say it, or she'll kill you.' Forcing that smile again that didn't quite reach her eyes, [Y/N] grabbed Jinx's hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "I love you, Jinx."

Jinx didn't say anything for a moment–didn't even have the slightest visible reaction. Her eyes flickered around the girl’s face in search of any sign of a lie. Finally, as if the words barely processed in her mind, a large grin broke out across her lips in an almost menacing manner. "Oh, sweets, you make me so happy." Without any warning, she cupped the [h/c] girl's face and closed the distance between them with a kiss that was a little too rough to be considered sincere. [Y/N] didn't even have a chance to react before Jinx leaned back and pulled her in by the waist for a tight hug. Her slender hand came up, long painted nails entangling themselves into the [h/c] locks she had ached to caress for months. "I love you so much, [Y/N]. You have no idea what I'd do for you." [Y/N] swallowed. She did know. She had seen it right before her eyes more than once. She knew that Jinx wouldn't hesitate to kill for her, even if she begged her not to.

She was brought out of her thoughts as Jinx's hold on her waist tightened to a painful degree. "Why aren't you hugging me back?" Again, her tone was cold. [Y/N] jumped slightly and quickly returned her embrace. Jinx relaxed slightly in her hold, slowly beginning to sway the two of them side to side. Her nose buried itself into the crook of [Y/N]'s neck. She drew in a deep breath, seeming to take in the [h/c] girl's scent. Oh, that intoxicating scent of hers...so comforting. So...addicting.

How she longed for this moment–this close contact. All those weeks of spending time with her and getting to know her interests and hobbies finally paid off. Here she was–holding her after finding that her feelings were mutual. This was the girl she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. She wanted to marry her and keep her happy until the day they died. And never again would Jinx tolerate anyone flirting with [Y/N]--not that she ever did. [Y/N] was hers.

Her heart fluttered at that thought. It repeated itself over and over again in her mind, drowning out the other voices swarming her brain and satisfying her obsessive tendencies. ‘She’s all mine. No one will ever take her from me. She won’t leave–she can’t. I won’t let her.’ Her smile grew. “You’re mine, toots. Don’t ever forget that.”

#jinx x y/n #arcane #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #jinx x you #Yandere #Yandere jinx #jinx x reader

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luckydragon10 · 2 years

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I really admire your meta and I have no one else to geek out with about KP, so I hope you'll please bear with me. I'm almost positive you would include this scene in your Lines meta, so I apologize if I'm only repeating what you intended to write.

Did you notice the sudden reflections of Pete and Vegas' scene at the very end? I'm a former film editor and film student, so I'm geeking a tiny bit lol.

The first transition happens when Pete first moves closer to Vegas and then the second transition happens when Macau interrupts, then a third transition during their family cuddle. <3

I cannot get over the visual narrative this really simple transition. It was so jarring at first, but like it actually makes so much sense and it's genius and I am so mad about it.

Vegas and Pete bring out each other's most authentic selves. They are the only ones who truly see each other for who they are and everyone else will only see what is reflected on the surface.

So when Pete moves into Vegas' space and we see the first transition, it's almost like they enter their own world """inside the mirror"""?

It's like such a subtle visual way to imply "I am not hiding anything from you. This is my truest, most vulnerable self before you."

The second transition then feels like stepping out of that "mirror" world and back into their every day world. Macau interrupts to tease them and suddenly Pete's reassuring smiles returns and Vegas' authoritative tough guy/big brother voice comes out, etc. Gosh I hope I'm making sense.

The last transition just gives me so much hope for them. After the transition, you see that they have this beautiful little moment of genuine, honest affectionate joy with each other. No masks, no roles, no pressure. I cry, I weep, I sob, I wail.

Three transitions were all it took to get me foaming at the mouth, climbing up the walls, howling at the moon, bellowing into a cavern. The editing direction this episode certainly gets a chef's kiss from me.

Anyways I will leave you alone. Thanks for humoring me and my ramblings. Feel free to throw in your thoughts as well :)

Bless you for writing all of that so I don't have to. 🤣

If what you wrote above were a post of its own, I would have reblogged and tagged it #Damn Good Meta and thrown it into the Meta Doc so fast your head would have spun. And in fact I'm going to do the same thing as soon as I post this Answer.

I actually DID notice those mirrors in real time on my first watch yesterday. I was excited because I thought the first transition was eeeeexxcellent, but for my part I didn't need the second one. OR maybe I would have preferred to just have the second one. I didn't feel the need for both.

Thank YOU for sharing mirror thoughts with me!

(Also, @daltoneering might want to see this, our mirrors hero of the fandom.)

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #kinnporscheep14 #kinnporsche finale #damn good meta #kinnporsche mirror shenanigans #the mirrors in kinnporsche

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actuallyitsstar · 2 months

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😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

⛔ 🎶 ⏳💥 🎃❌

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

(this is so many and obviously feel free to answer however many you want!!)

✨ send me an emoji and ask me about my fanfic! ✨

😈 has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

honestly, i can't say that there has been! i mean don't get me wrong, i have certainly been writing EVEN MORE ANGST AGAIN and been like. hmm. the people in my phone are gonna hate me for this :) lol. but that angst is also for ME bc like. that's my jam lol. and i never post unfinished multichaptered fics, so i feel its not likely that i'd ever do this, since i don't get feedback on my writing until after it's already completed, lol.

✍ do you have a beta reader?

i don't! i never have, actually. it is an intriguing idea but i've never been a ~serious~ enough writer for it, i don't think, and i also cringe at the idea of anyone seeing anything i've ever written before i have re read and re-edited it about 50 thousand times lol

⛔do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

recently, no, but i have at least 10 unfinished fics for various old fandoms that are like. not *scrapped*, per se, but just uhhh unlikely to be completed any time soon lol, some being 10+ years old. i never say never but like AM i going finish that OC-au of the mentalist season 6 where somebody is trying to attack all the "psychics" in texas because they have a grudge against what some fake psychic told them like 10 years ago???? honestly, probably not, lol.

🎶do you listen to music while you write? what song have you been playing on loop lately?

yes, i do! can't write in just silence, usually, but it can't have words, either, because i can't hear Words and also Write Different Words, lol. recently i have been listening to 70s-80s Japanese city pop playlists (here is one of my favorites!) since i don't speak the language and it also is such a vibe. in the past i've also done the in love with a ghost vibes, lofi girl, and instrumental synth-wave, as well. i also really like the artist City Girl for that reason, and i think my favorite album of theirs is Neon Impasse. I listened to that on loop a lot writing ttnp!

⏳how long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

this is a very difficult to answer question because it depends on a lot of factors, lol. I have written 20k words in two days before. I have also gone weeks only writing a thousand. it depends on how much free time i have (recently, almost none, lol), how much down time there is at my job (i wrote a large portion of ttnp in down time at my job, and there is not going to be job down time for the foreseeable future unfortunately, which has really put a damper on things). as long as i am at least mildly inspired or motivated, and have ample enough time, i can get a lot done, usually, but it all depends on a lot of factors.

💥how do you feel about criticism?

i am made of tissue paper pls dont hurt me akdshdjfhf i am actually very much okay with and welcoming of it, actually, bc without it, i would never improve. definitely needs to be in good faith, because being made of tissue paper isn't entirely a lie lol, but if there's something i have done poorly or something that i have the opportunity to do better next time, i am always happy to take it into consideration!

🎃do you write fics for holidays? what is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

hmmmm well i actually never have but i love the concept and i am hoping to get to do it this year ;) ;)

❌what's a trope you will never write?

for an actual trope i'd probably have to think a lot longer and harder than i have in answering these questions so far, lol, but one thing i can say, though it's not a trope, is that i'll never write smut. your local sex repulsed asexual is just not about it, lol. which is not to say ive never read and enjoyed fics w/ smut in them!!! i just skip ahead until it's over, lol.

🧠pick a character and i'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them!

omg i don't know which of us is supposed to be doing the headcanoning but i'll go ahead and assume it's you ?????? and my pick is iceman. pls tell me ur fav headcanon !!! i am excited !!!

🤩do you have a favorite character to write?

recently, it had been maverick, to no one's surprise, lol. what can i say. somethin' about the inherent trauma just speaks to me <3

🤲 would you please share a small snippet of a WIP?

HMMM...... I SUPPOSE..... A SMALL ONE......... ;)

THANK U SO MUCH for the ask !!! i loved answering all of them and i am so sorry it has been taking me so long to do everything recently oh my god. i am, as bilbo would say (im paraphrasing), feeling like butter scraped across way the fuck too much bread these days akdhfdjfhf but i rly appreciate ur asks and ur support and time and continued habit of thinking of me !!! <3 <3

#star unasks #brambleberrycottage #i know i have a lot more asks and i will be answering them. asap. hopefully. akdhjfhfjfhhg #tysm again for the ask !!!! <3 #writing #stars scribbles

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reimahowaido · 2 years

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Ok I tell you what. So, ArtFight was going on, all of July, yes? It’s a nice thing, love partaking in it But what was my mind doing during all of July? Being hecking nostalgic for a childhood show I used to watch. This franchise had such an iron grasp on me as a kid for some year. Including a good ol’ Pokemon curse of ‘gotta buy them all’ when it came to the Beyblades themselves lol But so yeah, I went ahead, rewatched things here and there where I could, and Finally watched all of Season 3 (aka G-Revolution). Bruh. I was expecting to be cringing, but the Japanese version is actually pretty dang nice. It’s got some interesting ideas to itself and all that So. I may or may not have been talking with a friend about it all month And then I may or may not have written some speedy low quality ‘what if’ plot scenario that, knowing me, expanded to, like, I don’t know. More than 9k words and almost 50k characters. And I’m not even done with it yet xD There’s at least 2 more things to it I wanna write out. I’ve just been yeeting bits of it to a friend of mine while they work their nightshift and what have you. Likely won’t be posting it on public - but I can try putting it somewhere if anyone here wants to read some speedily written stuff. I’d certainly have to edit it at least a bit though (like, one part I definitely wrote 75% asleep - bro I can’t post that!) But!! That writing did give me some extra motivation, so I went ahead with the only way I can draw humans, and made some chibies for them boys! I will want to draw them again, maybe, perhaps... But this time it’s these looks, mainly inspired by what I’ve been writing - and then I just like the end of the series coat look Kai has. That looked extra neat (If anyone here Does want to subject their eyes to some ‘What if Tala/Yuriy woke up a bit earlier’ kinda writing, that’s situated after the big Kai vs Brooklyn fight took place. I mean, I suppose you can send me a message and I’ll see what I can do? Can’t promise stuff on quality, but hey! If you just wanna see people vibing with their hyperfixations, I can’t blame you!)

#Oh lord whenever I'll tag stuff for this series it's gonna be a lot of tags won't it xD #Beyblade #Bakuten Shoot Beyblade #Beyblade G Revolution #Kai Hiwatari #Yuriy Ivanov #Tala Valkov

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rockmiyabideusexmachina · 1 year

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Hey there Miyabi! How do you get such high-res, beautiful, and professional scan quality? What's your process?

Thank you! I certainly don't think I do anything that professional, so glad you have been decieved into thinking that about them! LOL I started doing this scan of the day stuff just to bring better quality to a lot of the older contributions of mine floating around the web. Looking at them on here, the Megaman wikia and other places, they just felt small and dirty. Especially as basic technology had gotten better over the decade or so since I first scanned them. I have 2 different scanners, one of which is a fancier Epson that I bought specifically to scan film slides a year or so ago. Still use it for basic scans from time to time. But honestly, for the settei, I'm still just using my general home HP Envy printer/scanner combo. I always scan at 600 DPI. After that part is done and the bitmap image is scanned to my computer, it's really just doing some heavy touchup. As I have alluded to in some recent posts, some of these sheets will take me an hour to an hour and a half just to clean up, because they have so many artifacts and dotty garbage on them. Settei at auction are mostly just scanned copies themselves after all, so there's a bit of residue to clean up. Ever wonder why sometimes I don't post these at a regular time of day? That's why, I'm still working on touchup before I post (and probably off from work, so I'm not prepping the night before, like when I post at a scheduled time).

Let's use this recent Gauss sheet as an example.

The original scan was pretty messy. Probably can't see it as well in tumblr resize scale, so here's the original scan. But it is dotted all over the place, there's like a smudge line which goes through the whole bottom of the sheet, where the "Final Draft" stamp, character/episode number marking is, and through some of Gauss' headshots as well. You can also probably see some black on the edges, where the sheet comes to an end within my scanner.

The first bit of touchup I usually do is within my image viewer. I use FastStone Image Viewer to help organize and view everything. In there, I will adjust the brightness, contrast, and sometimes the gamma, to get the sheet background a bit lighter and the lines darker.

I just like the number 14. Is it always 14? No. But that's usually my baseline starting point. After that's saved, into the photo editing program of choice we go. I match my brush color to the background white and just paint over all those ugly dots and wipe those black edges away.

Zoom in at 100% to try not to miss those artifacts you don't notice zoomed out. Look at Gauss' speckled fingers. Ugh, cleaning that stuff up is hell. But I do it, so you all can see clean-ish looking art. Do I get everything? No. But I try to at least get the major issues out of the way.

Some things I take liberties on. The shading on his jacket goes outside the lineart. Should I leave it as is for authenticity? Probably. But if I'm cleaning it, I'm gonna clean it all. So you'll see in the finished version I posted, those shading lines are all inside the lineart only.

Some people are jerks and could easily resell these settei just by printing scans and claiming them as original. Another way I try to have a way to differentiate my edits without slapping a watermark on is my editing of the text boxes. See the top left and bottom right of it above Netto? There's almost always some overhang on the originals. I have usually taken the liberty of editing that overlap line off, so that the text box is a clean rectangle where the line stops at each corner, as close as I can take it. It's a dumb, but simple way for me to tell if it's my edit.

Otherwise, that's really it. Just a lot of added effort in touchup, honestly.

Cel scans are a little different, because most of them are too big for either scanner. Especially cels with backgrounds. So many of those involve 2-4 scans and then stitching them all together. Much less touchup that I do to them, but otherwise it's mostly the same. 600 DPI, and some brightness/contrast or slight color saturation adjustments to them, if needed.

And now you know!

#Ask #Ask Miyabi Anything #Scanning #Process

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