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phyrestartr · 6 months

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Baby Crazy | Miguel x F!Reader

Miguel x Symbiote Host!Reader W/C: 1.8k

#SFW, mentions of trauma, mentions of past miscarriage, new beginnings, Miguel has baby fever, established relationship, fluff, comfort

Note: I'm trying to finish up and move on from a bunch of WIPs I have cluttering up my docs, so that's why I'm rapid-fire posting LOL. I have so many that are nearly done bro it's driving me insane!!!

Something changed.

This hadn't happened before, the way he was acting, the way he was feeling. Everything around him, anything that even slightly hinted at kids, triggered the frenzy in Miguel’s brain; if Peter showed up at HQ with May in his arms, Miguel had a hard time leaving the room and ignoring them because–yes he wanted to hold her, god dammit, hand her over already, Parker.

Then there were the instances with Jess on missions; any time she got whipped around, Miguel flew to her in an instant, asking if the baby was okay before asking if Jess was okay. He knew they were both fine, but–but still.

And, Christ, when you held a baby, and that stoicism lifted from your beautiful face? It killed Miguel, made him fall even more in love with you if that was even possible.

Fuck. He was so, so doomed.

He'd never seen you so soft before. Just that little glimpse of your maternal instincts, your quiet gentility, dyed your partner’s blood in bright hues of hope and wonder. Because you were a hardened woman, someone the universe took great pleasure in beating on time after time. It was a wonder love could still find a home inside your bruised heart. Miguel had been there to see you before it all, and held you through most of the downfall, and when he’d missed things, you filled in the gaps for him; you were his greatest confidant, ranking high in Miguel’s mind with Lyla and Gabriel.

You'd been there since the beginning as a cool, calm, collected reporter that'd do just about anything to get the next story for the papers. Miguel found you incredibly aggravating, and he would have had much less patience for you if he hadn't wanted to get in bed with you so much. And as it turned out, your insatiable curiosities would come to bite you in the ass as much as it would foster your bond to the scientist; you would become host to the symbiote, and he would become spliced with spider genetics.

Spiderman. Venom.

Who else could you turn to but each other? Who else would understand what it felt like to change in a split second, to endure what it meant to change?

You'd both done your damndest to take it in stride, and now here you were, too many years later, stuck to each other like glue and hardened off into something hurt and impenetrable that just now started to ease into something soft and malleable. Miguel found he loved it. He loved you.

And, shit, he wanted a goddamn baby with you.

He watched you from the couch while you loitered in the kitchen, hair a mess and oversized sleep shirt hanging lazily off one shoulder as you willed yourself to get a pot of coffee going. Rosy eyes glanced down to your stomach. How tight would that shirt get when you were nine months? And what if you had twins? Miguel had confidence in himself, he figured he had the power to put two babies in you at once. Easy. No problem. Definitely doable and–

"Miguel?" You called from the kitchen with a croaky, groggy voice.

"Baby?" He blurted, the fever in his mind overtaking his mouth and sabotaging what he tried to say.

You stared at Miguel as heat rose to his face. He didn't call you "baby." You didn't call him "baby." You had a right to be suspicious. And because you were you, you continued to stare, and stare, and stare like it was some kind of punishment done to make Miguel squirm in his seat (which succeeded).

"I–uh, shit, sorry. You–say again?"

You stared at him.

"(Name), for the love of–stop, just stop. Please," he more or less begged as he rubbed his face. Maybe he could rub away the red staining his cheeks if he tried hard enough.

"Hm." You collected the two mugs of coffee you'd prepared during Miguel's daydream, and brought them to the couch. "You've been thinking about babies a lot."

Miguel took the mug with a soft thanks. "Well, it's hard not to with Jess and Peter around," Miguel deflected.

You slipped your legs across his lap and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Mh." You sipped your coffee and held it with both hands to warm your chilled fingers. "Do you want–"

"I think so." He looked at you, eyes big with a maelstrom of nerves and excitement dancing behind them as sparks fluttered in his chest. "Do you?"

Your head tilted just slightly as you looked him over. "Mhm. Wanna do it now?"

Miguel's palm magnetized to your thigh and squeezed. "Well, I think we've got time."

“Okay.” Miguel smirked and started to feel up your leg, his fingers dipping into the sleep shorts you wore. But then, you took out your phone, and paid no mind to his lustful touches. “What do you want?”

Miguel blinked. “What?”

You stared at him again. “For breakfast.”

“Oh.”

“Mh.” You fidgeted with your phone between your fingers for a moment. “Oh. Did you…think I was talking about–?”

“No,” Miguel interjected. “I–I just thought you–maybe just–I, well. Maybe?” He swallowed and drummed his fingers against your leg. “Have you…thought about it?”

The question held weight; he knew you’d thought about it, knew you lamented over it, even, because you lost a child just as he had. The memories swirling in your mind never rose to the surface, never burned into the history of the outside world, but Miguel knew they were there. He knew a late-term miscarriage could never be forgotten.

“Mmh…” You slipped your legs off his lap and made slow work of tucking them into your sleepshirt, making yourself a blob. A very cute, sleepy blob. “We’ve thought about it,” you admitted, but didn’t expand. It gave Miguel hope, though. Clearly you’d mulled it over with your other half.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

Your partner nodded. His hand found its way onto the bump of your knee, and his thumb rubbed curious circles against you as he exercised patience, like a puppy sitting and waiting for a treat. You watched his hand on you, quietly admiring the veins and tendons proudly pushing against his skin, and the shift of muscle dancing under his movements as he soothed you.

“Are you ready?” You wondered softly. One of your hands slipped from your mug in favour of resting over his. “For a baby.”

Miguel chewed his cheek for a moment and watched your hand, too, like avoiding each other’s gaze would somehow quash the trepidation, make it easier to admit what you both wanted and what you both feared. But Miguel, the man who didn’t always like what he had to do but knew what he had to do, bit the bullet and found your eyes. Your beautiful, perfect eyes. Maybe your shared joy would have them, too.

“Yeah.” He scooted into your space and caressed your warm cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “If it’s with you,” he said, and turned his hand to cup your cheek with his palm, “I’m sure.”

The still, placid look of you melted, just the slightest bit, under the incalescence of your lover’s touch. Your lovely lips twitched a fraction, but the true smile, the one Miguel craved to see day after day, glowed in the colour of your eyes.

“Hm.” You hummed softly as you nodded, thinking and deliberating with your other half. Your gaze wandered away from Miguel and to the side slowly, to the side she whispered in the most. Your eyes fluttered, then, gaze recentering and focusing on Miguel in front of you again.

“Well?” He tucked some hair behind your ear only for you to un-tuck that same piece. Miguel tucked it back again, and this time, you let him. “What’s the jury say?”

You took a deep breath, and nodded. “We think we’re ready,” you murmured. You caught his hand and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, treating him like the princess you knew he was. “If it’s with you, we’re sure.” And this time, you gave him a smile.

Miguel’s heart erupted. His boyish grin hit you with the concentrated power of the sun before he all but dove into you, crushing you with a hug, and spilling coffee everywhere. You made some sort of strange noise, something between laughter and panic, as you fumbled with the mugs and set them down wherever you could while Miguel peppered you with affection. He kissed your de-blobbed body, first your collarbone and then between your breasts. He nuzzled there before taking a deep, deep breath of your scent and sighing, content.

“You’re weird,” you said as you carded your hands through his hair while he basked in the glory of your chest.

He pulled his face out of heaven and rested his chin between the girls as he gazed up at you, eyes bleeding adoration and excitement. “Oh, what, I’m not allowed to be excited for a baby?”

You pinched his nose and watched him scrunch up his face and suffer. “You’re just weird.” Your mean fingers found his eyebrows and pulled them. “I’m excited, too. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.” You let go of the hairs and smoothed them over with your thumbs. “About trying again.”

That had Miguel’s attention. “You never mentioned it.” He tilted his head, resting his cheek against one plushy mound as he listened.

“I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t know if I should.” You dragged your nails against Miguel’s scalp, and he closed his eyes with a pleased sigh. “I’m glad you did.”

Miguel hummed warmly. “Guess we were both a little scared, huh? Hah. Venom and Spiderman, afraid to talk about the future. Who woulda thought.” He picked his head up to look you in the eyes. “But at least that’s out of the way now.”

“Mh. Now you can stop complaining about using condoms,” You said, deadpan.

“I–you–look, you don’t get it–”

“Hm.”

“It feels different. Better. Like a real connection–”

“Hmm.”

“And–okay, fine, I’d rather not have a shitty layer of rubber between me and you. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Hmmm.”

“Vieja,” Miguel pleaded.

You smiled, soft and quiet like drifting petals. “Like I said, you won’t need to complain about them anymore. Not for a while, anyway.”

Miguel bit your tit lightly, and you flicked his forehead. “Why don’t we not-complain right now?”

“Hm.”

“We have time to start round one of baby-making, yeah?” His smile, dangerous and hungry, split across his features again as his hands wandered up and under your shirt teasingly. “If we knock you up now, we’ll have a kid born in…what, February? Good start to a new year.”

You thought about it more seriously than Miguel thought you would, if the narrowing of your brows and a sudden prolonged silence told him anything. You were probably mulling over the zodiacs for that month, though, deciding if you liked them enough to go for it. Even with your serious take on things, you still loved your astrology.

“Hm. Okay.” But you plucked your phone off the ground and turned the menu you’d pulled up to Miguel. “Food first. Baby-making after.”

He nodded. “Deal.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv imagine #atsv reader insert #miguel ohara x reader #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #phyrestartr

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine.

Your legs are over the side of the bed and carry you to your back door where your yellow crocs are. It’s off the back of the kitchen so you grab some rum and mango juice. A chair you bought when you went to an antiques show with some friends sits on your back porch and you plop down. It rocks and that helps your nerves slightly. Your large thighs press into the sides of the rocking chair but not painfully. The periwinkle sleep shorts you have are matched by the camisole that has bunched up at the bottom exposing the pooch of your stomach.

The crickets are loud and there are even some lightning bugs about dotting around the tall grass that surrounds the lake in the middle of your backyard. The lake is connected to an estuary that your neighbor across the way often drives his airboat off in. Thankfully the water is at least slow moving to it only attracts but so many bugs, but that’s also why you’ve taken to lighting a lavender eucalyptus candle when you come outside on the porch. Ironic considering the very same scent that keeps various insects away is supposed to lull you to sleep and it does not. You’ve never met the man. Only seen him on his back porch.

You know very little about him, not even his name. He’s at least your age, if not older. Tall and broad with sun-kissed skin from working during the daylight hours you assume or it could be his natural skin tone. His hair is brown except for a gray or blonde patch in the front. From what you’ve seen, he has a patchy beard that could have gray or more blonde and a wicked smile. It’s then that he emerges from his abode the same as you. He has something to drink as well. Usually he’s wearing a t-shirt or tank top but it’s balmy this morning so he’s shirtless in some loose shorts. You’re not sure if they’re for sleep or lounging. There looks to be some definition to his chest as he takes in the night air. He looks up after pouring himself a glass of something that might be brown, it’s hard to see from here and it’s dark. The man’s limbs are weighted down like yours are. Could his thoughts be running a mile a minute as well? What would lead him to be on his porch too? Is he alone like you? Shouldn’t he have someone warming his bed? Given how he looks from here, he shouldn’t have any issue in that department. Maybe it’s by choice, but why would he choose to? Divorced? Separated? Recent break-up? Maybe a fight with someone and they’re letting each other stew…

Planning different scenarios for the day, reviewing what you’ve seen, the care you’ve provided the people you encountered. Today you discharged a patient home, consulted one where the doctor sort of explained that they have cancer but it didn’t really sink in and assisted with post-mortem care because you were the nurse with the most experience on the unit. The rest were new grads, bless them but they really needed to remove teaching care plans and expand on communication, psych and discussions with biases surrounding death. Maybe you should email the state board, do they even check their email? They had to, right? They’re a government body, but are they gonna do anything with it? Your mind has spun again in that short time.

The lack of restful sleep is having the same encumbering effect on the pair of you. Fatigued bodies to match your brains.

His glass raises and he nods in your direction. You do the same. Then you both drain your glasses and refill them. No words are exchanged. The sounds of water, insects, and a light breeze fill the void where speech would be. Normally these sounds are what lull most people to sleep in Louisiana, but not you nor him.

A toast to another night of sleep lost.

Part Two

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Ezra #ezra prospect #Ezra x plus size OFC #The Lake between Us #A Nerdie fic

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prpfs · 11 months

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M+18 looking for a fandom or fandomless roleplay!

WARNING! Due to me posting this anonymously I must find the post once it is posted! I will try and get to you as fast as possible but if I take long I'm sorry, it's a hassle finding posts!

I love interacting with my partner and making spotify playlists and everything that comes with it! I primarily roleplay on discord and my timezone is EST, looking for people 18+! I'd argue dont worry about timezone because I wake up early and sleep extremely late. I'm open to both fluff and NSFW but I'd like there to be a plot to come with it. I do double ups if that's what you'd like, I myself very much enjoy them. I'm into and accept dark dove 🕊 themes and more often than not no matter what you're thinking, I'm not going to judge you for your likes. I might not roleplay certain things but you can ask and be free of judgement. In terms of activity I am very active and really only ask you respond every couple of days if you can. I myself can rapid fire unless life gets in the way. I am literate to novella but I will just adapt to your liking. I'm very open so let's talk and come to an agreement on what we want! Im looking for MXF and MxM but I do FXF happily with double ups. I DON'T do CCs unless it's a double up. I ask that you be atleast semi-active. I get everyone has a life and can't answer quick or everyday, but if you can only bring one reply per week to the table, we are not going to be a good match. Without further ado in case you do want to do a fandom roleplay, here are my fandoms!

Right now that I can think of,

Love & Death

Wednesday

Supernatural

Cobra Kai

Wrestling(WWE, AEW, etc)

Stranger things

All of us are dead

YOU

End of the f***ing world

Ratched

Peaky blinders

Black mirror

Izombie

I am not okay with this

The babysitter(both)

Oh Ramona!

In terms of anime's I know way too many to name, though theres only about five I'd actually be interested in roleplaying! Like this or comment and I'll reach out!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

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sbrn10 · 5 months

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Rapid-fire thoughts post episode that are probably half baked, but whatever:

Imogen taking off her circlet can be a lot of things, and I approached it from a different angle before, but also her considering "giving in" with Ruidus (without knowing what that actually means) puts a new spin on it, especially against the backdrop of FCG's berserk this episode. FCG did it because Fearne needed it AND because they trusted the team to keep the consequences manageable. Imogen basically said the same thing: that she's willing to fall with Ruidus because she's counting on the team to catch her. Overall, E80 recontextualizes a lot of Imogen's motivations (like, there's definitely some tension between her saying she wants to take the circlet off because she feels she should have known Ashton's plans and her telling Ashton that she's sorry he felt he had to hide his intentions, in interesting ways!) and I am Still Considering. Anyway, still delicious, and I am not normal about her in the slightest.

I do hope we get some more time next episode to unpack some of the character decisions that were made -- like why Fearne decided she was okay with the shard, or the aftermath of some of the statements made during the honesty trial (guys, Ashton needs someone to talk to them. Also, Imogen, you should talk to Laudna about Delilah. Like. Soon!). I think some of the players tried to address that in bits and pieces, but it could use some more breathing space.

The extent to which the cast is trying to push the callowmoore ship as if they could power its sails by sheer willpower and blowing really hard is hilarious. Sam and Marisha are menaces 😂

I WANT MORE INFORMATION ON YOUR HOMEBREWED CLASSES, MATTHEW. WHAT IS UP WITH EMPATHY DOMAIN. WHEN DID FCG GET SCATTER VIGOR. WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH THE SHARDS. WHAT PENALTIES?? CAN WE DISCUSS HUNGER OF THE SHADOW'S ACTUAL MECHANICAL FEATURES? (Also what did Fearne get from the skeleton captain because we still don't know for sure!!)

Brought to you by FCG's empathy domain stuff coming up again: an interesting way BH's mechanics also highlight their fucked up self-sacrificial tendencies is that so many of them also have mechanical (as opposed to RP) ways to hurt themselves (and sometimes others) during combat for tactical gain: Imogen has "call Ruidus" (SEE BULLET POINT ABOVE, MATT, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT?), Chetney's blood hunter shit obviously, FCG can transfer damage to himself or others to heal (and then also turn that damage on enemies), etc. I just think they're neat, man. So fucked up, but so neat.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna say it again, I'm just going to be spending like 85% of my brain's internal processing power this week just playing "hi baby boy" on loop, probably.

#musings: cr #c3e80 #imogen temult #critical role #cr3

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leaveherwildliketheflowers · 8 months

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M has been sick on and off since she started daycare in July. She came down with another respiratory virus and has had a fever since Wednesday night (controlled by Tylenol). I posted a picture of us on my BeReal today and mentioned she was sick again. I promptly received a text from one of my best friends and the conversation went like this:

Friend: How is little M doing?

Me: Poor thing is sick again! Peds ruled out all the major things (RSV/Flu/COVID) but she has a fever so we kept her home for the second day in a row. I feel so bad for her.

Friend: She is building up an immune system at a rapid rate, I'm sorry! Do you need any help? Dinner? A break for a nap?

Me (hesitates before answering honestly knowing I could use some help and adult time): I don't want you to get sick, but if you wanted to bring dinner and have a fire and hang around tonight I definitely wouldn't say no.

Friend: That's a lovely invite but we have tickets to a show tonight so we wouldn't be able to stop by.

How I wanted to respond: 😑

How I actually responded: That sounds like so much fun, enjoy!

Now look, I don't ever expect anyone to help me and Hubs in our parenting journey. We chose this knowing it would come with challenges. My friends don't have children yet and I love that they are taking their time and living their lives before they settle down.

Here's where I get irritated. So many people, including my friends who do things exactly like this, are always telling me how much help we have with M. We have literally no help aside from my inlaws who live 1.5 hours away and can only come help on an occasional weekend. My friends offer to help and when I try to actually take them up on it (which I never used to but I'm actually trying to let myself be vulnerable in that way because I need help) they never follow through. It's an empty offer. I would rather they not offer to help at all instead of extending an olive branch and then acting like I invited them over unprompted when I try to take them up on it.

The worst part is I have been consumed by this all day. I feel humiliated for even trying to accept the help. I should have just said I was fine. I keep thinking that maybe I misunderstood her but what else could she have meant. She probably expected me to just say we don't need anything. I just don't understand why even offer it if you know you can't fit it in your schedule. Sometimes being the only one with a kid is isolating.

#personal #parenting journey #bitch whine moan #I love her to death but this felt pretty shitty

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kdinjenzen · 1 year

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Anon from before, sorry about flooding your inbox there. Had a rough start to the day and read more into your post than was probably intended and took it weirdly way more personally than I should have. After chilling out some, I'm really embarassed about how I responded there. I hope this wasn't too negative for you, and I hope you have a good rest of the day and can find more trans werewolves out there

Hey Fam, you're good and I think this is an important lesson that everyone can learn from tbh.

I saw your messages coming in RAPID FIRE which generally means a really frantic train of thought and (possibly) not the best space to think or articulate one's point in. Happens to the best of us, so relax! There's no bad blood here!

A lot of the time someone can read a post online, or an ask, or see something and have an immediate reaction to it without, ya know, actually understanding what was being said or spoken about.

It's very reactionary and the internet has been very much TRAINED to be immediately reactionary because of "internet bonus points" for jumping onto a bandwagon without like... thinking much about what they are saying or even reacting to.

I've done that too and it's, honestly, super unhealthy and really not a smart way to exist as a person.

More often than not these days what I do, even with positive messages or asks I get, I read them and then set my phone down for a bit and just kinda think about it before I respond. Thinking about making sure to take things in a positive light or trying to find the purpose behind what the person is saying even IF the message itself isn't "as kind as it could be" - then finding my own words and responding as best I can.

The overall posts throughout the day started with me saying replying to a post being like: "Okay, if this poll has SO MANY PEOPLE wanting Werewolf stuff... WHERE IS IT?!"

Which then spun into people sending me messages about Werewolf Porn - again, 100% behind that, go for it, more Werewolf appreciation is great in any way - and I did my best to keep it silly.

The narrative shifted quickly into it ONLY being about porn despite me saying "well even taking the porn OUT of it... there's just not a lot of Werewolf ANYTHING" - but it was quickly ignored which was admittedly frustrating.

Then there became excuses for "well there ISNT any because of THIS AND THIS" and it all was very personal reasons behind things and not actually like... hitting a true and deep or meaningful reason as to why someone would be afraid to or against posting things like that.

Which is where my heavy post about "listen, if you're afraid that the Normies won't accept you for you being a little weird... well guess what, those Normies already DON'T accept you and likely WON'T accept you even IF you give them what they want."

So somehow we got to THIS POINT from me saying:

"Hey yo! Where's the love for Werewolves if so many people voted that they loved Werewolves in this poll!?"

Either way, you're good. Don't stress it as much. <3

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findroleplay · 11 months

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M+18 looking for a fandom or fandomless roleplay!

WARNING! Due to me posting this anonymously I must find the post once it is posted! I will try and get to you as fast as possible but if I take long I'm sorry, it's a hassle finding posts!

Right now that I can think of,

Love & Death

Wednesday

Supernatural

Cobra Kai

Wrestling(WWE, AEW, etc)

Stranger things

All of us are dead

YOU

End of the f***ing world

Ratched

Peaky blinders

Black mirror

Izombie

I am not okay with this

The babysitter(both)

Oh Ramona!

In terms of anime's I know way too many to name, though theres only about five I'd actually be interested in roleplaying! Like this or comment and I'll reach out!

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darkdoverpseeker · 11 months

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Hey! 18+M here looking for a fandom OR fandomless roleplay.

WARNING!!

My last account did not let me message and my message box disappeared!!! If you requested a roleplay and I sent a message and never responded please know I did not ditch you! I was unable to respond and this is a new account!!

Another warning! Due to me posting this anonymously I must find the post once it is posted! I will try and get to you as fast as possible but if I take long I'm sorry, it's a hassle finding posts!

I love interacting with my partner and making spotify playlists and everything that comes with it! I primarily roleplay on discord and my timezone is EST, looking for people 18+! I'm open to both fluff and NSFW but I'd like there to be a plot to come with it. I do double ups if that's what you'd like, I myself very much enjoy them. In terms of activity I am very active and really only ask you respond every couple of days if you can. I myself can rapid fire unless life gets in the way. I am literate to novella but I will just adapt to your liking. I'm very open so let's talk and come to an agreement on what we want! Im looking for MXF and MxM but I do FXF happily with double ups. I DON'T do CCs unless it's a double up. Without further ado in case you do want to do a fandom roleplay, here are my fandoms!

Right now that I can think of,

Love & Death

Marvel

Wednesday

Supernatural

Cobra Kai

Wrestling(WWE, AEW, etc)

Stranger things

All of us are dead

YOU

End of the f***ing world

Ratched

Peaky blinders

Black mirror

Izombie

I am not okay with this

The babysitter(both)

Oh Ramona!

In terms of anime's I know way too many to name! Like this or comment and I'll reach out!

like if interested!

#oc x oc #f x f #m x f #1x1 rp #fandomless rp #marvel rp #dc rp #supernatural rp #wednesday rp #peaky blinders rp #fandom rp #18+#literate rp #rp #roleplay

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angel-of-sweet-revenge · 8 months

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Headcanons because Yugioh is such a hyperfixation.

-Quattro and Trey practically grew up in foster care and stuck together for quite a few years. As such, these two are extremely close. I feel, in the Japanese dub, they’re part British and in the English dub, they’re part Italian. So, these two will speak in their foreign languages all the time. Trey will be talking to Yuma and co post Season 3, be like “sorry, my brother’s calling.” And then speak a different language on rapid fire.

-Yugo is incredibly street smart. He spent most of his life in the worst part of his city. Kid probably was armed wherever he went, ate food when he got it, slept with one eye open.

-Yugi, simply for shiggles, will occasionally mess with Jaden and Yusei. Like he’ll go to Duel Academy, or leave something in an interview he knows they’ll see one day.

Ok, anon, I absolutely LOVE these.

Trey and Quattro, as the youngest two, would naturally be closer to each other. And of COURSE they'd be bilingual and use their second language to communicate to each other! And Quinton would absolutely scold them in that language too. If he gets mad, he will switch to English/Italian and the brothers will know they're done. Same for the other two, if they're mad they'll curse in their other languages! Although English curses can be pretty bland, I'm not sure about Italian ones. Honestly I adore this headcanon because I'm bilingual too and recently I've been talking a lot more in my second language (sorry mum, but English is technically my first language lol) and I can imagine the brothers going rapid fire in their other language too just like I do! And as someone with experience, the "foreign" language comes out when the parent (or in this case the Quinton) is mad (my dad is also the same ethnicity as my mum but he grew up in the uk and will always talk to us in English-if he's using our other language it means he's either talking to my mum or if to us then he's serious or mad. I also sometimes when REALLY mad will snap in my other language too)

I haven't seen much of Arc-V, but I do know enough to know Yugo would be very street smart. Post series (I'm not looking at the ending i am not looking at the ending it did not happen ok it did not happen) the others would just find his weapons randomly stashed everywhere, or he'll surprise everyone by having a knife with him on like a school trip! At some point it becomes a written rule that Yugo just can't carry weapons on him, but he will still have one somewhere. Is it understandable why he has this habit? Yes. Is it also the reason why they've been stopped in so many places? Also yes.

Yugi being a cheeky lil' gremlin YES! Of course, this is Yugi, so even though he thinks it's Oh So Terrible And Naughty, the things he leaves are actually very cute and silly. For example he visited Duel Academy when it was being built and drew a winged Kuriboh where he knew Jaden's dorm would be and thought "oh this will scare him haha I'm so terrible >:3" but he didn't realise Jaden wouldn't question it.

Also Yugi once requested that a duel monster be made named Milkbike, with a guy on a motorbike drinking milk. Years later, Jack saw the card and bought it to give to Yusei as a joke because it was way too accurate. So accurate that Yusei took it, took one look, and immediately knew it was Yugi. He didn't know whether to be mad that a ghost from the past made an entire card to last through time for the exact purpose of pulling a prank on him, or to be honoured and touched that Yugi wanted to engage with him so much.

#thanks for the ask!!!#i hopw you didnt mind me adding on to these #they were just too good and enabled me way too much X3 #yugioh #ygo #answered ask

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Blurb #39

Another Miraculous blurb. I had a feeling a lot of them would be, since I have a lot more ML WIPs than any other fandom.

This is from 'Edge of the Sky'.

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

The show was as streamlined as usual. His father wasn’t happy that he had stepped in so late, but the clothes he was wearing needed little alteration, thankfully.

He sat in front of a mirror, letting the makeup artist finish her touch ups as the other models milled around, waiting for the show to begin.

They were all older than him. Not by much, but enough for him to notice. They were talking about the after party. Drinking and clubbing. Things he couldn’t do even if he was old enough.

Stuff like that made it hard to make friends. He had nothing in common with these people. Nothing but being beautiful, and heaven knows he hated talking about being beautiful.

He tried not to let it get him depressed. He was actively trying to forge his own path in life. This internship would look fantastic on a resume for college, and maybe he’d be able to start a real career in science. Or academia. Or anything that wasn’t modeling.

“Five minutes! Places people!”

So, like it was second nature to him, Adrien went out and strutted his stuff. Though he was the youngest, he was easily the most experienced, and therefore modeled the most. His changes were rapid, his face had that tiny little smirk that drove the media wild. And he walked with the poise and grace of a cat.

But god it was so boring.

After two hours of on again off again staring, the show concluded, and Adrien was released to go to his dressing room. While all the other models were excited to hit the bars, he was excited to go home and play some video games. Or read a book.

But as it was, he was far too tired to even take off his suit. So he shouldered his duffel and collected his casual clothes. He’d give the suit to Maria and she’d take care of it. He just wanted out of here.

As he lifted his jeans to fold away into his duffel, the black ring from the museum fell from the pocket and plinked on the floor.

He had completely forgotten about it! Was this theft?! He had stolen a priceless artifact from the museum!

Well, maybe not priceless, since he hadn’t even needed gloves to handle the items in the trunk.

But he had to make sure Mr. Kubel saw it right away tomorrow morning. Maybe if he explain he had put it in his pocket for safe-keeping, maybe the man would understand.

The ring looked like it might fit him. It couldn’t hurt to try it on, right? Just for a minute?

He slipped the ring on his finger, and his vision went black.

Or rather, the room around him went dark. The floor fell away, but he didn’t feel like he was falling. Rather, like he was floating. Frozen, still, and floating in this void.

“What on earth?” He thought.

There was laughter, deep and rough like crumbling rocks. Soft, silky fur brushed under his hand, and a warmth like fire consumed him as a serpentine creature coiled around his body. It was huge and black and smelled of sulfur and rot. Then acid green eyes, with slit pupils opened in front of his face.

The laughter turned into a purr, that was almost pleasant.

“A human. How long had it been since I had a human?” The creature spoke, it’s large fangs dripping with venom.

Adrien found that he could speak, and the words that came out were elegant. “Don’t eat me! I’m sorry! I never meant to steal the ring! It was an accident!”

“A noble, and a thief! How delicious!”

Adrien shivered as the creature moved around him, a green flame erupting deep below.

“I have been asleep a long time, boy, and you have awakened me.”

“I swear it was an accident! I’m so so sorry!”

“There is no need to apologize!” The creature laughed, sending vibrations right to Adrien’s chest. “I am destruction, rebellion, violent upheaval, and you are mine now, boy.”

“I...I don’t understand.” Adrien stuttered. “Where am I? What’s happening? Who...what are you?”

The beast shook, whiskers and triangular ears taking shape. “You’re no where, really. My body has perished, and that ring is the only tether to Nern I have. Or Earth, as the case may be. You put on the ring, and so my tether is to you.”

“I’ll take it off, then!” He declared.

“That’s quite impossible, you know. Once you put on a Miraculous, you are stuck with it until death.”

“But...”

“What is your name, boy?” The cat-creature purred.

“It’s Adrien Agreste. Wait—you’re not like a fae, right? Are you going to steal my soul?”

“Adrien, I owned your soul when you put on my ring. I can’t do anything worse to you now.”

“Great. So...now what? I don’t know how much use to you I’ll be. I can barely make photocopies.”

“I’m sure you’ll come in handy to me somehow. You’ll just have to prove your worth. Now, I think it’s time you woke up.”

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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Prominence [WCh. 65]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU

TW: Language

CW: None

Genre: Comedy, Romance

Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Park Seonghwa x Idol!Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

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Word Count: 2.0K

Notes: Not sure what to put in the notes today…

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

With a heavy sigh, Seonghwa put his phone down. He doesn't know what he was expecting when Wooyoung suddenly shook him awake asking him rapid fire questions, but seeing a picture of you out with your ex certainly wasn't one of them. He rubbed the middle of his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. He recognized a few people in the picture, he was sure he could see Carson and Rebecca off to the sides, he's never met them personally but you've shown pictures of them to him. Then, of course, there was you and Daniel in the center. You called him a few days ago during this meet up and you've told him that something felt off, but he couldn't help but feel strange about this whole circumstance. A quiet whimper led him to look down, seeing Mars at his foot. The pup laid his head on Seonghwa's foot and sighed.

"Yeah, I'm worried about her too, bud," he reaches down and scratches the area between Mars' ears. "Your mom's in a lot of trouble right now," he nods slowly. He had to call you soon, there's no way your company took this lightly, and to be perfectly honest, he wasn't sure on how he felt about you talking to previous lovers. Seonghwa would say he's a pretty reasonable guy, definitely far from the jealous type, but there was just something odd about you with Daniel that threw him off. He trusted you, he really did, and he knew as well as anyone that pictures hid so many things, but with everything else going on he had a right to be skeptical. Dare he go on Twitter right now? Dare he see what kinds of bull shit people were saying this time?

Before he could make that choice, your contact appeared on his phone. He answered it before the first ring could end.

"(Y/N)," he stood up. At the sound of your name, Mars' ears quirked up and he sat up with his tail wagging. "(Y/N), are you alright?"

"It's really bad, Hwa, I don't... I don't even know what's going on," your voice was shaky. "First there were, like, I dunno, three or so tiktoks? Then the picture on Twitter and... fuck, it's really bad."

"Just take a deep breath, (Y/N). It had to be from when you went out with your friends, right?" Seonghwa took a deep breath himself.

"Right, yeah. I showed up late and suddenly Daniel did too. I didn't even know that they invited him, but I guess it was out of courtesy or whatever," you spoke quickly, a telltale sign of how stressed you were on the situation.

"And you really have no clue who could've taken the picture?"

"No, Hwa, I don't know who took the picture, but I promise you that nothing is going on," you sounded worried. "It's not anything bad. I've told you about him before too, I just don't know what the hell he's doing posting shit from...

"(Y/N), deep breaths. It's going to be okay."

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?! I'll try to fix this, I promise. I'll talk to him and..."

"No, don't do that, don't talk to him yourself," Seonghwa started pacing his room. If you were seen even in the same room with your ex then this would no doubt become an even bigger scandal, and he knows that neither of you can handle that right now.

"What do you mean?"

"Just think about it, (Y/N)."

"Well if I don't talk to him then it's only going to get worse and... argh, I hate this so much."

"I know, I know. And to be perfectly honest with you, (Y/N), I do too," Seonghwa caught himself when he realized the tone he was using. But he believed himself to be justified in this situation. It's one thing to hang out with Yangyang, your best friend who Seonghwa just knew liked you as much as he did, but it's another thing to be with someone you'd previously been in a relationship with. And after seeing those tiktoks, he was scared. And that was such a strange thing to admit, why did he feel scared of this person? Scared of losing you? Was that it? He took another deep breath as Mars tried to nudge him back to his bed.

"I said I was sorry... I just..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, (Y/N). You just should've been more careful," Seonghwa sits on his bed to appease Mars.

"Yeah, I know I should've been more careful going out with friends, but I didn't even know that they invited him, Hwa!" Your voice was louder now, and Seonghwa felt his own anger grow.

"Still! You couldn't have, I don't know, moved to another seat? Told him to sit somewhere else? (Y/N), to put it bluntly, people are out for your neck and you think you can be so reckless to sit next to your ex-boyfriend? I want to believe you that nothing's going on, and I do. But this whole thing is your fault, (Y/N)," Mars barked next to him, standing in an offensive stance. Seonghwa covered the speaker of the phone and glared at Mars. "Shh. Bad boy," he scolds Mars. Mars' ears move downwards before he barked again. "Quiet," Seonghwa commanded. Mars only growled. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"What the hell do you mean 'it's my fault'?!" Your voice dripped with anger and Seonghwa clenched his jaw.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

"No, no, explain yourself. I've been perfectly fine with you visiting your high school friends, hell, I've even met some of them and they're all wonderful people, how's this any different?" You had a point there, you'd been nothing but understanding, especially given the fact that similar to your situation, a lot of his high school friends had been girls. None of which he dated seriously, at least, but when he explained it to you, you were only understanding of it all. "And let me remind you that I didn't know that they invited my ex to our get-together, my ex who I have not dated nor spoken to for three goddamn years. Now, please, explain to me how this is my fault?" Seonghwa stayed silent. You were right on this.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. All of this was just poorly timed..." Seonghwa rests his arms on his knees and leans over them slightly. Seonghwa felt Mars hop onto his bed and soon the pup squirmed onto his lap, trying to help him calm down no doubt.

"I'm sorry, I know, I don't... we're both just really tired and now with this hounding us... I'm so sorry, Seonghwa. I'll fix this, I promise you. He's my ex anyway, I just have to do some digging to find his number. God, this couldn't have come at a worse time."

"It really couldn't have. It never does with you," he bites back his tongue when he heard your quiet gasp.

"I gotta go." You weren't alright. "I'll call you back once I've figured out what I'm going to do. Just... just don't open any of your Universe messages, yeah? I took a quick look at my Bubble ones and... fuck, this is going to be horrible. Bye, I'm sorry again, I really am, I'm..." He hung up the phone before tossing it on the pillow next to him. Again, a long and drawn out sigh left his mouth and he leaned against the wall. After a few minutes, he gets up and opens the door to his room, San and Mingi stumbling back. Seonghwa stares at them, he really should scold them for eavesdropping, but he really didn't have the energy right now. Mars followed him out and bit the bottom of his shirt.

"Mars, heel," Seonghwa held his hand out. The dog didn't relent, instead he tried to pull him towards the door. "Bad dog! Heel!" Seonghwa commands once again. Still, Mars didn't budge. Seonghwa grabbed a hold of Mars' collar and then under his head, trying to gently pry the dog off of his shirt. Finally, after an eternity, Mars let go and barked. Seonghwa looked over to the clock, it was a good couple of hours before Mars had to go on his walk, but maybe the conversation riled him up or something. The door to the dorms opened and Yunho walked in. But, and this caused Seonghwa's heart to jump out of his chest, Mars bolted out of the door. Once realization hit, the eight members ran out.

"Mars!" Wooyoung cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted as they ran down the hall. Then, and Seonghwa would've thought this was impossible if not for the warning about how this breed was too smart for their own good that he received when he first adopted the shiba, he spotted Mars sitting in the elevator as the doors closed.

"How does he know how to do that?!" Hongjoong waves his hands in the air and Yeosang noticeably looks away.

"I... uh... That may be my fault," he clears his throat.

"How the hell did you teach a dog how to use the elevator?!" Mingi shouts.

"I don't know! I was just taking him out for a walk one day and he pressed the button himself!"

"How does that even work?!"

"He used his snout!"

"The dog is getting away!" Wooyoung interrupts the conversation and they all dispersed, a few taking the stairs and a few going into the other elevator. Seonghwa was part of the former group with Mingi, San, and Jongho. The quartet ran out of the building and looked every which way. Seonghwa and Jongho took off to the right while Mingi and San moved to the left, the opposite reactions soon brought them back together.

"Why are you going that way?!" Seonghwa asks.

"Uh, we should be asking you that!" Mingi responds.

"Mars' walking route is that way!" Seonghwa points behind him.

"What do you mean?! I've been taking him this way!" San takes a step back.

"What?! Why would you do that?"

"I thought that was the right way!" Mingi adds on. Jongho just takes off in the original direction he went in.

"Well, one of us is bound to find him. He's barely a year old, how far could he have gotten?" Seonghwa shakes his head and the quartet break once again, filled in by the remaining four members who see them running off in opposite directions.

When a car rushed by him, Seonghwa could only think of the worst possible outcome. He shook it out of his head, he's pretty sure that Mars was smart enough not to cross the street so suddenly, or at least he hoped so. If he was smart enough to know his own walking route then that should be fine, at least. Seonghwa couldn't do this to you, you already had this whole scandal going on and god forbid you found out that Mars ran off he was certain you'd pass out on the spot.

"Mars! Mars come here!" Seonghwa shouts.

But, Seonghwa was right about one thing, Mars is a very smart dog. So smart that he hid behind a trashcan right as Yeosang ran behind him. He waited for the light to turn green before crossing the street with the crowd of people, happily trotting along the sidewalks of Seoul. He'd walked this route many times, sometimes with the one they called Winwin and sometimes with the one they called Jongho. He usually had more fun when the one they called Johnny took him to his dad's house, though, because he always gave him pizza. Mars easily dodged the busy footsteps of people commuting around, and he ignored the grabby hands of children and other passerbys. He stops at an intersection, looking both ways before crossing the street. He was pretty sure that he was almost to his mom's home. The hardest part would be getting in.

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prpfs · 9 months

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hi there! i recently finished final fantasy xvi (16), and i'd love to write in the universe! i'd prefer to write in a canon-divergent au of some sort.

anyway! a few things about me you may find handy to know:

18+ f!writer with many years of rp experience; only looking for 18+ partners.

i don't shy away from dark or nsfw topics; not necessarily looking for nsfw/smut heavy threads by any means, but i can tell you right now i probably won't mesh well with someone who has to fade to black :c sorry.

i'll write over email, in gdocs, or via a discord server. i can't say i have much of a preference for any over the others; i'm also down for ooc over discord and the actual writing thread elsewhere.

given how recently the game came out and i finished it, i've not written for this fandom before. i certainly don't mind taking any constructive criticism if you think i've misrepresented/misconstrued a canon character.

i'm comfortable with canon/canon pairs and canon/oc ones of any genders/dynamics/orientations (m//, m/f, f//, trans + nb inclusive). if we can agree on a canon/canon pair, then i'm happy to leave it at that. if you'd like to go the canon/oc route, though, i do require us to double; like most everyone who's ever dabbled in fandom rp i won't be stuck writing the canon for the original without a little reciprocity.

i like long posts. how long is long, you ask? i like to stay at least around 3 paragraphs, though i can -- and do -- write more than that. all in all, i'm a mirror poster who enjoys fleshing out details and delving into characters' thoughts/feelings/motivations. my sweet spot is 4-6 paragraphs, but i'm more than willing to write novella/generally longer posts if you're game!

i don't do rapid-fire or one-liners or short, measly little single paragraphs. they make me sad and tend to indicate my partner's lack of interest or effort. that said, if your motivation is running dry and you need/want to stop, that's completely fine! honestly, if you ghost i won't chase after you, though i'll admit to a slight preference that you give me a chance to try and fix things up?

at the very least one post a week; i'd prefer around 3 a week, personally, but ofc irl stuff happens.

everything has to be in third person; absolutely no first or second. i default to past tense, but i'm perfectly fine with present if that's your preference!

beware spoilers below if you haven't finished the game!

so! i'm honestly not super sure about pairs, but i'm more than happy to talk them through with you? i have off the top of my head, i know i'd be interested in things like:

dion/joshua (it doesn't have to be in the terms of dion's perceived debt to joshua, but there's just such a nice familiarity there, especially after twinside and dion's drowning in guilt; maybe even bringing in memories of them meeting when they were younger)

hugo/benedikta (my favorite amoral duo who both just need to fuck off from dhalmekia and waloed and do whatever tf they want; also, hugo turning benedikta away from barnabas? his actual affection for her takes her by surprise; this dude doesn't actually just want to exploit and use her for his own ends? say whatttttt?)

dion/barnabas (i'm a terrible person; it's fine! :c but the whole dark v light theme? waloed v sanbreque? barnabas' whole crusade to kidnap bearers/dominants?)

benedikta/jill (mayhaps cid comes too late to save jill and benedikta absconds with her from the battlefield? i think they'd be able to relate to one another relatively well tbh, and plus i'd love to see jill a little more assertive/proactive)

cid/benedikta (purely platonic; i'd love to explore that dynamic, flesh out their background more; tbh, it'd probably be set in the background of an actual pair)

cid/barnabas (i’d loooooove the opportunity to explore their dynamic before cid up and left waloed; maybe cid even confided in barnabas at one point until barnabas’ loyalty to ultima comes out and cid feels betrayed? add benedikta into the mix and ooof. lots of drama potential, i think.)

clive/barnabas (especially in the context of clive having just lost to barnabas in a fight? won't master ultima be so pleased with you, mr warden of darkness? but then... wait. why won't you hand over mythos? clive somehow turning barnabas around? you love to see it)

clive/dion (bc, let’s be real. i feel a little cheated that they didn’t interact more after dion was taken to the hideaway. i’d love the opportunity to flesh it out better, especially since joshua cares so much and clive would be curious about that. maybe we could even bring in the harpocrates quest for the wyvern tail flower?)

*** Incest *** clive/joshua (shhhhhh. clive literally saying they've become one is just so darn platonic i can't even com pre hennnnnnd. i'd argue clive shows more emotion over joshua than anyone else in the game, and i'd be remiss in not exploring that further)

please note i have zero interest in writing clive/jill :c they're more of a brotp for me. sorry! i'd at least be willing to hear out other canon/canon pairs, but please don't be offended if i don't want to write them :c

one of the main plots i’d love to explore is all the dominants convening together? preferably in an ultima context but potentially something else? i’m absolutely open to other plots (even plots that more or less follow the game with tweaks and alternate bits and/or original characters thrown in), and i’ve got more in the wings you can definitely ask about!

i'd also be incredibly down for some canon/oc shenanigans, and ofc i'd happily double! gonna be super basic and ask for my partner to write clive for me tho; could absolutely be down for poly (cough with cid cough) but that's not necessary at all. also, ngl, i'd love to write a leviathan oc (for whom i already have a great deal of ideas...) i know, i know, the medicine girl is who everyone kinda suspects to be leviathan but, shhhhhhh ;o au for a reason, yeah? it's not confirmed anyway.

i hope i've managed to pique some interest, and if i have, please like this post! I will reach out! 🔥

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mochiiwrites · 3 years

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🍁✨Autumn Troupe Headcanons!✨🍁

Hooray for more uncensored swearing! Sorry, this took so long! It’s hard to think of things for the Autumn Troupe since I don’t know them super well!

🍁🧡Banri Settsu🧡🍁

Whenever it's time for practice, Banri begins by smacking the back of Juza's head! (Not super hard, but enough for it to piss him off)

Diluc main, that is all. Before he got Diluc he was an Amber main, and somehow was good. Still uses her every once in a while!

Slightly intimidated by languages sometimes, I dunno how to explain it, so hopefully the dialogue does!

“Banri, come here for a second.”

“Hell no, I’m in the middle of a match right now.”

“Banri.”

“Sit your ass down and wait, Chikage! I’m busy!”

"Halika dito! Huwag kang humintay na papatayin kita at iwanan kitang dumugo sa lansangan! Inumin ng mga aso ang iyong dugo at kukunin ng mga uwak ang iyong laman. Gusto mo yan?!" ("Come here! Don't wait for me to kill you and leave you bleeding in the street! Dogs will drink your blood and crows will take your flesh. Do you want that ?!" ) I'm unsure of the translation, since the filipino was from Irumaaaaa_saaaaamaaaaa's comment on my Ao3! I just put it into google translate

“Damn! Fine, fine, I’m comin! Chill out!”

His older sister gave him a leopard plushie when he was a kid, which is why he’s fucking obsessed with animal prints!

Plays drums and almost broke the coffee table because he “jammed too hard” on it!

Constantly messing up Taichi’s hair, or he’s drumming to songs on his head.

*boom boom bap boom boom bap*

“Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise, playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday! You got mud on your face, you big disgrace! Kicking your can all over the place, singin'-”

“We will, we will rock you!”

“Haha! Hell yeah!”

🍁💜Juza Hyodo💜🍁

Likes carrying Muku or Kumon on his shoulders! Sometimes they still parade around!

“Are you sure about this, Ju-chan?”

“Yeah, you’re real light, y’know.”

“What the hell are you doing, Hyodo? Practice is soon.”

Chews on things a lot when he’s nervous! He always has gum or a lollipop to avoid chewing on his shirt, his nails and other inedible things!

Uses shorter Mankai members as an armrest, but only the ones who are okay with it! He’s polite like that.

On nights where he just can’t sleep, he’ll go on walks or drive around on his motorcycle!

Terrible with eye contact and looking like he’s paying attention. Sakyo has to snap his fingers at him to make sure he’s listening!

Y’know the awkward sibling hug from Gravity Falls, he and Kumon have done that...a lot. It’s not actually awkward though, they just liked the show!

“Awkward sibling hug?”

“...Awkward sibling hug.”

*embrace*

“...pat, pat.”

....

“Hyodos, what the hell?”

🍁💖Taichi Nanao💖🍁

Cried twice when he got his piercings, the first time was because he was very, very afraid, the second time was because he was so happy that he looked good with them!

Has Heelys! One time, he tried to 'heely' into the rehearsal room, but he immediately fell over!

Plays the ukulele! He wanted to play guitar because he saw someone serenading their partner with it at school! He borrowed Masumi's guitar but bar chords suck and his hands are kinda small, so he settled for the uke!

"Aghhh! How do you play that! That hurts my fingies!"

"I have bigger hands and more experience."

"But you're only like an inch taller than me!"

"Height doesn’t really have anything to do with this."

Has a Tiktok! He doesn't post often, it's more for looking at memes or sick outfits. (He does the dances though! He's pretty good at them but they're all in his drafts since he's not super confident in them!)

Y’know how kids crawl up the stairs really fast. He does that. Constantly. Kazunari joins in, sometimes. It pisses Sakyo off a lot, but he gave up on trying to get them to stop.

"Taicchan, what are you doing?"

"Kazu-kun! I got the zoomies!"

"Nice! Can I join ya?"

"For sure!"

*Rapid thumping up the stairs*

"Aren't you gonna stop them, Sakyo?"

"...If I had that ability, they would've stopped a long time ago. Those idiots don't listen."

He LOVES Sk8 The Infinity! Langa's his favourite character! He's also probably a Reki kinnie!

🍁💙Omi Fushimi💙🍁

(It's blue like his regular shirt and Tumblr doesn't have any other colours ;-;)

Despite being tone-deaf, he hums a lot when he cooks! No one seems to mind it!

Enjoys scrapbooking! He kind of prefers scrapbooks to albums, since scrapbooks have a more homemade vibe, you know?

Gives the best hugs, and tends to hold hands with the younger members when they cross the street!

Regularly has this conversation!

“Banri, have you eaten?”

“I dunno Omi, have YOU eaten?”

“...I have. But that's not what I’m concerned about.”

“...I had a granola bar like, an hour ago.”

“...I’m making you something.”

When he first joined the company, he took notes on what everyone liked and didn't like to eat, plus if they had allergies! He still has it, he just doesn't need to use it anymore!

I feel like something like this has happened once!

“Ah, Omi! Can you help me grab something?”

“Oh, sure. What do you need, Sakuya?”

“Homare asked me to get some of that tea, but I can’t rea-”

*lifts Sakuya like Simba*

“Ah! Omi, haha! What are you doing?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it! Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine! It’s kinda fun actually.”

🍁💛Sakyo Furuichi💛🍁

Absolutely blind without his glasses, like it’s really bad. He walked into a doorframe without his glasses. Thankfully, no one noticed (he thinks).

He has a bit of bubble-wrap in his a pocket all the time and sometimes he uses it as a threat! (Hopefully that made sense...)

“Settsu, move over.”

“I literally can’t! Your fat ass is taking too much space!”

*pop*

“Just scoot your lazy ass over.”

*pop*

“I can’t I already-”

*pop*

“...Alright, I get it! I’ll shut up! Jeez, how is that so threatening...”

“...Asshole.”

*pop*

“...Sorry.”

Definitely told Azami that Santa wasn’t real when he was like 6.

Sakoda got him a mug that said #1 Dad but he crossed it out and replaced ‘Dad’ with ‘Aniki’! Sakyo still drinks out of it, sometimes!

Azami also made him a friendship bracelet when he was a lot younger. Sakyo doesn’t wear it (because it doesn’t fit him anymore) but he still has it! He likes rubbing the beads between his fingers.

Good at trivia! Like, really good. He somewhat enjoys Trivia Murder Party. (I just watched a play through and skipped to a random question, I have no idea if it’s actually hard lol.)

“Which body of water connects the Mediterranean Sea to the Atlantic Ocean?”

“Wh- How are we supposed to know that?!”

*Sakyo answers ‘The Strait of Gibraltar’ and is the only one who answers correctly*

“Fuck, my thumb slipped.”

“That shouldn’t be allowed. Sakyo’s shitty and old, he shouldn’t be able to know and remember things.”

“Oi, brat. I’m not that old. You’re not the one who got the answer right.”

“You’re not the one who literally never learned this!”

🍁❤️Azami Izumida❤️🍁

Has smacked too many cans/cups out of Itaru and Tsuzuru’s hands!

“Wh-”

“Drink actual water. And jeez, go take a nap or something. Your skin is even worse than I thought it could get. Aren’t you supposed to be the responsible one in the Spring Troupe?”

“Ah... I guess, you are right. Thanks for looking out for me.”

“W-well! W-we can’t have you on stage looking like a raisin! S-so!”

Often criticizes Izumi’s eyeliner and ends up just doing it for her. N-not that he minds or anything!

Played Love Nikki at some point, I do not take that much criticism.

Because I think the troupe/play themes are canon, he definitely helped with Shake the Shape and wrote some of RESPAWN!

Always has extra hair ties on him, even though most of the others don’t really need them. Most of the time, the hair ties end up being used for...other purposes.

“Ready.”

“What?”

“Aim.”

“Azami, I swear to whatever god is listening, if you fire that elasti-”

“Fire.”

“...You shitty brat-”

“Oh shi-”

Part of the ‘wears nail polish’ squad! He hates stickers. (Most of the time they somehow fall off) His go-to is an alternating pattern of black and red.

#a3! incorrect quotes #a3! headcanons #Autumn toupe #Banri Settsu headcanons #Juza Hyodo headcanons #Taichi Nanao headcanons #Omi Fushimi headcanons #Sakyo Furuichi headcanons #Azami Izumida headcanons #Autumn Troupe headcanons #akigumi

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fanfics-await-you · 4 years

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I never know what to expect from him (Part 3)

Pairing: Poe Dameron/Female OC

Summary: Poe Dameron is your friend, your fellow resistance fighter, but most of all he's a goddamn pain in your ass. And yeah, maybe you're falling for him and well yes, it seems like he's falling for you too, but now REALLY isn't the time.

Tags: angst, a pair of dumbasses unnecessarily complicating things, minor ROS spoilers

notes: sorry it took so long, i'm bad at this lol. also I get the fleet is stretch but idc my dudes. Also, you KNOW that poe is a dramatic bitch, like plz. and yes, another part is coming.

Inspired by: @polkanote‘s post & @andhumanslovedstories‘s post

Word Count: 1,991

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Part 1

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Part 5

Everything is black; the sky, the parachute above me, and the earth beneath that's threatening to swallow me as I draw closer and closer. My downward climb has started to slow, and I pull at the strings to try and control my landing. I spy a fleet of grounded enemy fighters and angle towards them. The lightning's gone but I still feel an awful ghost of the choking sensation.

I'm almost on the ground, just a little more, c'mon-

BOOM!

I hear a deafening explosion from above me just before its tumultuous heat and force hits me as a wall. It sends me flying down for the last few metres of my descent.

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I'm not sure if I blacked out at all but holy shit did that fall hurt. My head's bleeding and some ribs are definitely cracked but I'm alive.

Now I've just got to keep it that way.

I roll over onto my back and stare up at the night sky; it is almost completely blotted out by ships.

I don't remember there being that many s- wait…

Despite myself and the pain in my chest, I can't help but raise my fist in the air and shout, "They came! The Resistance came!"

The sky is filled to every corner with Resistance ships of every size and standard and colour, and it is a sight like no other. This spark of hope gives me the strength to clamber to my feet and start towards the fighters.

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I'm climbing into the nearest fighter when the terrible screech of tearing metal freezes me in my tracks. I look up to see a First Order Star Destroyer swiftly plunge into the earth, and seconds later a powerful shockwave almost knocks me to the ground. My head is still painfully ringing and for a second, I can't move. Then the moment passes, and it subsides. I scan the fight above and see more Destroyers are falling to the guns of our fleet.

While this brings me great joy, it also means that I am running out of time. I scramble up into the cockpit and start the engine.

More and more Star Destroyers are crashing into the black earth, sending up dust that clouds my vision and setting off earthquakes that shake the entire ship. Just as I get the fighter to hover off the ground, I'm cloaked in shadow. I don't want to look up, already knowing what's coming, but I can't help it. A massive Destroyer is hurtling towards me and I need to move now. I push the throttle and shoot forwards. Right now, I'm not so concerned with up so much as with surviving.

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I'm transmitting my call sign on every frequency, but it seems Resistance fighters aren't willing to look past the insignia of the side of my ship. I sharply ascend to avoid a crashing Destroyer only to be met by friendly fire. As much as I want to stick around to see this battle through, I need to get out of here before I'm shot down by my own side. The rapid turns and evasions are also making me feel like my head is going to explode.

As I fly, I try to spot Poe's X-wing but there is too much chaos. You better still be airborne, Poe Dameron. I still have a lot to say to you, asshole.

Suddenly, I see a patch of clear sky and gun the engine while still trying to shake the Resistance X-wing on my tail. I break through the atmosphere and start punching in the coordinates for Ajan Kloss. Thankfully, the X-wing quickly returns to battle, evidently more concerned with the remaining Star Destroyers than a sole First Order deserter. The static ringing of unconsciousness is resonating around my head, calling me to let go, but I can't stop, not yet.

If I pass out here, my own friends will shoot me out of the sky.

I enter the last number and start the jump to lightspeed. The kaleidoscope of lights has barely begun before I finally slip into the black.

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"I repeat, unregistered fighter, do not enter atmosphere or you will be shot down!"

Why…Why would I be shot down?...Who's shooting me?...

"First Order TIE Fighter, if you enter Ajan Kloss airspace, you will be shot down!"

Wait…First Order…Shit!

"Wait! This is X-wing pilot Kessandra James, call sign Black Eight. My X-wing was shot down over Exegol. Please don't shoot me." The words are slightly slurred.

"Kessandra? I- Ok, I'm going to need confirmation. What's your pilot code?"

I… I can't remember.

"I- Uh- 178...4…9? I'm going to be honest with you, I think I have a concussion and I can't remember. Please don't shoot."

"Crap, ok...Well- that's close, um- you can land but- you step out of line and we will take you down."

"Duly noted, sir, and sorry if I screw up the landing."

The time between being in orbit and landing on the Ajan Kloss runway passes in a colourful blur. I do land alright (how exactly, I'm really not sure) and flick open the hatch before even killing the engine. Eventually, the drive does fall silent and I'm thankful for the lull. Maker, I'm so tired.

"Kessandra!" The voice is very distant and indistinct.

"Kessandra James, call sign Black Eight… Are the other pilots back?" I just can't keep my eyes open.

"Kess, you're hurt!"

"Where is Poe? Is he safe?"

Someone is speaking but I can't understand them. I'm home. But where's Poe? He better be alright. I don't know what to do if he's not.

"Poe…Where's Poe?" I close my eyes and sink into the awaiting darkness.

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The homecoming to Ajan Kloss is bittersweet. The First Order is dead but what we lost…I don't know if I can bear it. I'm so thankful for Finn beside me; I let him take all questions and congratulations while I silently nod and attempt to smile. Normally, I can act like the others; celebrate the living now and ask forgiveness from the dead later. But Kess is gone and I'm not sure how much meaning there is left in the universe without her.

What's the point of surviving the war if home's nothing but ashes?

When I see Rey amongst the crowd, bloodied but very much alive, for a second everything's ok. Finn and I sprint towards her and we envelope each other. Amidst the chaos, we stay that way for a little while, just holding each other tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Poe," Rey's voice is grief-stricken.

I pull away to look Rey in the face. There are tears streaming down her face and for a second, I can't say it. I can't say the words and make it true.

"First Leia and now- I was so close and then she just-" I crack.

I can't bear to look at either of them as the tears start, "What am I supposed to do?! Kess- She- She's dead!"

As I drop to my knees and feel the grief sink into my chest, Rey and Finn follow me and hold me close while I weep for what I've lost.

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It turns out that being alone is worse. I can hear the voices of those who will never return from Exegol and the gentle memories feel like accusations of guilt. But loudest of them all, the one that echoes off the walls of my empty room, is Kess' laugh. It always made me smile but now it's just causes my chest to ache.

I can't bear the quiet. "I told you that you had to survive, Kess…Now I don't know what to do without you."

The silence offers no answer. It feels like a condemning witness, reminding me that this is inevitable, that I will always end up alone. Numbly, I turn on the music player to break the still. The opening strings of a waltz begins, and a memory rises without warning.

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"I told you that I can't dance, Poe." Kess seems slightly shy about the fact.

Her hair is loose around her shoulders for once and she looks glorious. I catch myself reaching up touch it and instead offer my hand.

"That's just because you never had an excellent teacher like myself."

Kess rolls her eyes. "One day that ego is going to bite you the ass, you know that?"

My tone is honey sweet, "That's why I keep you around to keep me in check, my dear Kess,"

She huffs in faux annoyance but steps forward to take my hand anyway. The warmth of her hand is intoxicating, and I draw her closer automatically. As we gently bump into each other, Kess raises a curious eyebrow and I'm lost in her eyes for a moment. She squeezes my hand, and I'm back.

I squeeze back. "Let's begin. I'll make a dancer of you yet."

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I lay back onto the bed slowly as the music drifts over me. I can feel the ghost of her as Kess' gentle laughter starts the tears all over again.

"Poe, I don't want to stand on your feet, I'll hurt you!"

"Don't worry about me, Kess, you can't hurt me."

"Poe, you-"

There's a series of sharp knocks on the door.

Finn's voice is faint through the metal, "Poe, I know you're in there. It's me, open up!"

The hint of urgency in his voice has me immediately on my feet. Please don't let the First Order be on its way. I don't think I have the strength. The door slides open with a clang. The fear loosens its grip on my heart when I see the massive smile on his face.

"She's alive, Poe! Kess is alive!"

…

I grab Finn by the shoulders to stay upright. My head is filled with white noise and my mouth won't work.

"I was in the medical wing with Rey and Dr Tsuana, you know her, she asked me-"

I cut him off by shaking him. "You're sure? Finn, are you sure? Because I can't- If she's not- I…" My voice trembles and trails off.

Steadily, Finn cradles my face so I'm forced to look him in the eye and nods.

"I saw her with my own eyes, Poe. She's unconscious but is going to be alright. Poe, Kess is alive!"

It takes a couple of seconds to properly compute, to sink in, and for my heart to tentatively accept it.

Alive?

Alive.

Shaking Finn off, I start running. I don't care that I'm barefoot, all that matters is that Kess is alive. I can hear Finn yelling behind me but I'm not waiting. The people that see me coming jump out of the way and shout out questions as I run past. The ones that don't are pulled out of the way by their friends. Finn is offering answers and excuses in my trail of disorder but I'll deal with the consequences later. I push through the medical wing door with a slam.

I shout at the nearest orderly, "Where is Kessandra James?!"

He meekly points down the corridor and I'm off again. As I round the corner, a hand grabs my wrist and I turn to see Dr Tsuana.

Her tone is measured, "She's just down here. You need to slow down, General, this is no place to run…Follow me."

Despite every instinct telling me to go, I fall into pace beside her. She slowly (so damn slowly) walks down the passage until reaching a non-descript door.

"Don't wake her, Dameron." Dr Tsuana turns away.

My heart's racing but I suddenly find that I'm nervous to open the door. There is this heavy fear in my stomach that there's been a mistake, that I'll open the door and someone who's not Kess will be there. To lose her once was one thing, but twice… I push away the thought and open the door.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron #star wars #star wars fanfiction #my works

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evictmylife · 5 years

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One Last DR

OMG I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO FOLLOW MY OWN ANNUAL TRADITION! Probably because i'm just that checked out of this damn season i didn't care to wrap it up. Anyways, gather round children i have sentiments to share as always...

So let's just say i think this is one of the worst seasons of BB, for me, the viewers, and the tag. I think when we all saw that David was first boot we all knew bullshit was in the air. Come to find out that a rubik's cube took control and banished the minorities immediately, i think we all just

Of course... shit got worse! The darker skined houseguests were the first 3 boots all given the promise that one will return from Camp Comeblack. As with all things, an old white man gentrified the camp and reaped the benefits. By this point i hadn't watched more than the premiere but with the following evictions and buyback winner, i obviously had no reason to. Jessica and Nicole were obviously the saving graces of the season but all good things must come to an end. Jessica was evicted, and it looks like Nicole isn't winning at this point either. I tried to care about this season but everyone collectively showed their ass and produced a shitstorm and sorry to sound so negative but i just could not.

But of course, when there's trauma, there's a community! And the tag, no matter how awful the show gets was a shining light. As with every season, i'm truly grateful for all the content, positivity, and humor you put out this season. Big Brother would be nothing without you. You are what makes this show great. For that... I love and stan. 💖💖💖

Shoutouts!

I don't think i have that many this time since i didn't spend a lot of time interacting in the tag a lot but there are a few that i love. @ikasthottie, you're amazing, funny, and your posts slap. Love it, stan it, be it. @bathroom-sand, the queen of positivity herself. Absolutely love what you do. Even getting a note from you warms my heart. @shaolinbynature, you are a personal fave of mine. Forever and always shall be... an all star. @oddlyyvie, i'd be nothing without you tbh. Your impact to me is outside the tag but you absolutely deserve the shoutout and love. @topstarrevolution, I LOVE YOU BITCH! I AIN'T NEVER GON STOP LOVING YOU BITCH!!! @versacethotty, i'm your biggest stan. I love you and your blog so much. I check it all the time and you're so funny and sweet. I wish you literally all the best in life. @yeahimpussybitch, i know you didn't post in the tag probably ever but i'm also gonna take this opportunity to say how much i love you and i see you on my twitter timeline which warms my heart everytime. I hope you get everything you want in life and more cause you're my all star. Okay so i've run out of words to say so i'm gonna do some rapid fire tagging. The following people please step forward so you can know how much i love you: @unproblematicwinston, @knightjackie, @bblunatic, @bigbrotherflops, @bigbrothermermaid, @ashleaevans, @stanningbb, @jessmilagros, @tlffanypollard, @braxton-rogers, @blivib, @whats-bb21, @audreym4ever.

If you aren't on the list i'm so sorry, i'm lowkey rushing cause i have homework i need to do right but just know that my heart goes out to each and every one of you and i love you all. If it were possible to tag you all, i would. So, from way outside the Big Brother house, i'm @evictmylife. See you on the flipside!

#bb21 #sorry for the long ass post #one last dr #but just know i love you all!

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