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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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Impetous Injuries

Synopsis: Caring for an irresponsibly injured man was not on your plan for today, so why was he at your door?

Characters: Morax, Xiao, Childe and Scaramouche x Fem! Reader!

Warnings: Zhongli as an archon and Scaramouche as fatui again, Childe’s part has angst/comfort. description of injuries and trauma. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ [i needed to post something sfw and clear my drafts! <3]

Morax

It wasn’t every day that you’d hear the hasty pummel of closed fists against your front door and even rarer was it to witness one of the Seven requesting for your help— a meagre goddess who tried to live a tranquil, joyous life to the best of her ability.

“I fear i may of overestimated myself, dear.” Morax’s throaty voice could be made out from behind the door, notably lower in volume. Neither was this the first time, yet something felt different than usual. Of course, the archaic god was prone to injury in battle, but upon opening the door, he was more maimed than you had thought.

Brunette strands of hair plastered to his chest and forehead—covered in elemental ichor and sweat. His limbs were littered in a spectrum of wounds, bruises and incisions alike. His robes of ivory reduced to scraps of crimson-dyed fabric, blood from who knows where drenched his torso.

In short, you were responsible for an Archon who had gotten himself too deep into bloodlust. As always. Your lips pressed together before you let out a displeased hum. You just wished he would of cared for himself better.

“Morax…are you even aware of the severity of your injuries? Thank Celestia no one had attacked you on the way here!” You scolded, arms crossed as an attempt to look irked enough for the irresponsible man to come to his long-lost senses.

Though to him, you just looked adorable, he had always been fond of your gentle heart in the midst of a war. Therefore, Rex Lapis knew you valued him too much to leave him isolated in the dangerous depths of the night, entering your abode and placing a bloodstained hand on your pretty face. You didn’t grimace from his touch.

“I’m truly sorry, but you’re the only one i can trust with healing, my goddess.” You felt your knees buckle at the endearment, rather embarrassed that such a high-status being was addressing you as superior. He just never learns, does he?

“Please stop the flattery, my Lord. Instead, follow me so i can actually treat you.” Another exasperated sigh from your lips, you gently held his finger and guided him to the steaming bath, collecting all relevant tonics and herbs in your store room and returning back to the wounded god.

Your heart lept in your chest seeing this he was, quite literally, already fully undressed. Oh, so shamelessness was another quality he lacked? It most certainly didn’t help that he could barely even fit his tall frame into the jade tub, glowing aureate arms casually resting on the outskirts of the container. You felt your mind begin to wander as did your trail of vision.

“Ah, my injuries are starting to sting slightly—Hm? What has you so timid?” Morax’s tone felt unfamiliar to you, seeing the God of contracts so relaxed might of stunned you beyond repair. You dismissed yourself, dampening a medicated towel and wiping it gently over his chiseled chest—as calmly as one could in such a predicament.

Grunts and groans followed with some obscenities of his at the stinging serums painted your cheeks scarlet. Genuine or not, you didn’t think you could hold your composure for another minute. Even worse— the youthful archon wouldn’t remove his piercing critical gaze from your face, analysing every single movement in your expression.

“Admire me and my lips all you’d like afterwards, but i’m in a dire condition at the moment, dearest.”

“It’s not like that, Morax! Halt such talk and stay quiet whilst i treat you! Please!”

Xiao

Stubborn.

The quality that the Yaksha had always been described as. Especially by you. Yet he never listened to your pleads to let you help him.

Xiao hesitantly loitered around the door to your estate, a gloved hand lingering on the doorknob for longer than it should have. He’s been doubting his feelings of just ‘friendship’. He’s seen human couples— so loving and expressive it squeezes his heart in a manner so painful, you deserved better than a man who didn’t even think to enter your home, so he discarded his thought.

Especially one who would turn up with blood around his clothes, a deep wound on his side too.

Just as he contemplated leaving, the wooden barrier inched open. You held a miniature basket, a lengthy list in the other. Xiao was keen to disappear at that moment. Despite this, you were quick to drop them both to encase the adeptus in a tight embrace.

“Xiao!” An excited exclamation from you as you rested your cheek against his shoulder. Had you noticed his injuries at all, or was it pure blinded excitement to greet him? Crimson still trickled down his abdomen, but you had wrapped your arms around his waist.

A surge of pain and discomfort flashed through his body— he couldn’t stop the loud gasp he let out when your arm grazed his injury.

“Agh!” Xiao cried out, causing you to recoil back into place upright upon the doorstep. Your delicate features morphed into a state of horror whilst he stumbled back. Your sleeves were coated with vermillion fluid, eyes fluttering to the yaksha’s expression and back to your stained clothing.

“This isn’t anything major, i’ll leave myself to treat it—” You barely let the usually vigilant adeptus finish his sentence before grabbing his wrist and pulling him close gently, barricading him from vanishing into a flurry of karmic debt.

“No. I can’t let you go until you’ve recovered well, you can barely walk upright Xiao!” You smoothed your thumb over his cheek tenderly, distracting him that you were, in fact, taking him inside into the safety of your abode.

The adeptus’ face was warm— tentatively watching your own lips so close to his. Your kindness was irreplaceable, your heart was too soft for his liking, but he’s never once felt unwelcome in your presence. Xiao had witnesses the false sympathy humans showed off towards him, yet you’ll always be willing to listen.

Now you’re treating his wounds? Why are you doing this?

“I’m running out of my medicine, i’ll visit Bubu Pharmacy later, just have these now, please?” You offered, suddenly noticing the flush over his cheeks. Maybe he has a fever too? He accepted the concoction of herbs, hesitantly consuming the mixture. Xiao, having noticed your obvious staring at his chest, shifted around in his seat.

“Xiao…?” Archons, he just looked so anxious it’s endearing, you’d hate to push him from his comfort zone but he hasn’t got much of a choice.

“Yes?”

“You’re going to have to…remove your shirt—” You meekly stated, ashamedly hanging your head down at your lap as he cleared his throat numerous times. That just sounded so disrespectful! What if he took it the wrong way? You resided within the embarrassing realm of overthinking.

“As you wish, but be quick, i’d rather not have you ogling me.”

“I do not!”

Childe

Two in the morning.

That was the time your beloved decided to show up— weak, timid thumps of his open palm across the wooden barrier. Childe knew he had already messed up, clenching his jaw with anxious anticipation. What would you say? Yesterday, tired tears flowed down your cheeks. It hurt him to leave his care in your hands rather than his own. Would you do anything at all? Would you leave him lonely in the cold?

The harbinger’s questions were answered for him. Your body slumped over, distress tugged at your eyebrows. You stared at every injured limb of his.

Merciless splotches of the infamous crimson liquid matched his scarf, ripped and loosely tied against his thigh. A tourniquet, ideal for hiding the severity of the injury below it. His bruised skin was as lifeless as the pale snow cascading to the floor, where his eyes stayed put. A classic snezhnayan man fitting right into his war-strife homeland. If it wasn’t his own blood, it was the metallic scent of other’s. The unpleasant smell was overpowering, that migraine of yours worsening and nausea invading your stomach.

You remained blank and wordless, firmly securing one of his least injured arms over your shoulders and guiding him to the armchair. Childe hated seeing you like this— yet he never changed his ways. He didn’t know what hurt more, the pre-assembled medical kit laying on the side cabinet, or the two cold dishes set upon the dining table that went uneaten from hours ago. He messed up, for sure.

“Darling…Please, say something.” Tartaglia breathily beseeched, clasping a wounded hand over yours. You shook him off. You yourself didn’t know what you were feeling. Shock? Well, this was the third time this week, so no. Hurt? Something deeper than that.

“Say what? Childe, you just never learn!” Your sudden outburst made him flinch, and your heart panged with guilt—yet it was never strong enough to overcome your fury.

“Two days ago you arrived with major burns, the next with a broken wrist and today barely making it alive? Tomorrow will you even come back to me? Or will your coworkers deliver me your death instead?” Your tears swelled up in your eyes, distracting him from you by pressing the antiseptic towel against his stab wounds.

Childe hissed, unsure if the sting was from your harsh words or from the medication. His heart felt as if someone had squeezed it tight, the truth pained him to hear, especially from his wife’s mouth. He had kept you up for so long, losing your rest and throwing you into an abyss of constant worry. He deserved it. How could he ignore you?

“Love, i’m so sorry, i beg you, you can do anything to me. Ignore me, hate me or punish me for all i care, just don’t leave me alone…please.” His cerulean eyes held no lies, staring into your distant ones with desperate longing.

He clinged onto your torso, near sobbing into the crook of your neck. The frantic nature of his words broke your trance, anger dissipating with each tear of your own. Soon enough, your arms instinctively raised to wrap him in your embrace. Staying infuriated with him was futile.

His half-conscious pleads ceased as he calmed down, exhaustion catching up to the young Harbinger. You combed his matted tresses with your fingers, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead to lull him into comfort.

“I’m sorry, Childe, just take better care of yourself, okay?” You reassured, his confirmation in response felt real this time. He rested his heavy head in your lap, enjoying the warmth of your hand on his cheek.

Your husband wouldn’t give up your company for the world—if he had to cease his pursuit of strength for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Scaramouche

“What, are you just going to stand there staring at me? Let me in.”

A rude introduction from an even more arrogant man. Scaramouche stood lazily upright at the entrance to your estate, somehow expecting you to take him in your arms and nourishment. Expecting you not to question him. Too bad you did just that.

“Yes, i will. Care to explain why you’re here?” You scoffed in an equally aggressive manner. Your eyes trailed up his legs and waist, exposed and bruised— if that was possible for a puppet. Nothing spilled from said wounds, but the Harbinger discreetly winced from the pain. He remained there silent, opting not to share any details.

“Shut up, this isn’t my fault.” Scaramouche almost yelled, his unexpected outrage igniting irritation through your body.

Oh? You clenched your teeth together in frustration. Your grasp on the doorknob was deathly, you were in no mood to deal with his attitude nor his own problems. “Then this isn’t my concern.”

And with that, you forced the door shut— well, as far as you could. Scaramouche pushed the door open with his foot and arm, a look of disbelief and confusion gleamed in his eyes. How dare you? Those words he wanted to spit at you, but all that fell was a single word.

“Wait!” The harbinger exclaimed, forcing his way through the gap in door. He couldn’t believe himself. First, he dared to show up to your house and now he’s begging for your help? He felt pathetic, truly.

Resistance was pointless against him. Letting your ex-boyfriend back into the very same house he’d swear he’d never step into again. But being ruthlessly ignorant was his characteristic, not yours. Scaramouche had obviously forfeited whatever ego he latched onto— you weren’t that cruel as to leave an injured man by himself.

“I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t of been so blunt.” His head, for once, was inclined towards the wooden floor, indigo eyes barely meeting yours. It was an apology nonetheless. “I mean, for everything, even for how i acted before.”

Scaramouche was…genuine? Bewilderment accumulated within your judgement, your heart softened. You knew this feeling— you knew you shouldn’t be feeling sympathetic for the harbinger you used to love so dearly, the man who left you without a valid answer. It couldn’t be helped.

The more that Scaramouche longingly gazed at you, the more he desired to be kept in your arms just like he used. His cold exterior melted away like treaded snow, instead your footsteps trampled over it. He couldn’t justify the guilt-ridden sensation plucking away at each inch of his body. He found himself on that day, emotional, again.

Scaramouche doesn’t act like this. Kunikuzushi does.

If he had to surrender his dignity to take you back as his, he’ll do it, just this once. His fingers, still blistered and scarred from earlier yet appearing so delicate on his porcelain skin grazed your jaw. Soft touches and gestures lulled him into safety within your embrace. An action he missed far too much.

Kunikuzushi latched tightly onto you in his mindless stupor of mental and physical distress, not coming to terms with he consequences of his behaviour later on. You found his conduct abnormal— if it was fear of losing you again, or simple loss of informed conscious, you wouldn’t know.

Raised, superficial gashes of violet and burgundy littered his pained countenance. You never thought that wounds could look as pretty as his. Not a single tear was shed for a vessel such as he, but his grasp on you slipped once the puppet fell into a peaceful slumber.

With your heedful care and more ointments than preferred, he had recovered by the next morning and those surreal memories wafted back to him. Two sentences wavered in his mind.

“Don’t disregard my words from yesterday, i meant it. Whether you accept it, it’s up to you…”

“…If it results in less harm for you, i’ll listen to those words from my mouth thousands of times over.”

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lesbiansforboromir · 17 days

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Of course I'm posting opinions on the piss on the poor website so naturally complicated longform meta I have written will occasionally be narrowed down to inflammatory single sentence statements like 'Faramir is homophobic' and called a 'braindead take'. This is all fine if frustrating, mainly because it ignores the overarching point I'm making which is; pretty much everyone in lotr is homophobic! This is due to strictures and taboos placed upon them by the dominant and 'proven' religion, a religion that makes up the base impetous for the largest surviving and historically colonialist kingdom's 'right to dominate' those around them. And Faramir, being an extremely ardent follower of said religion AND very invested in the superiority of said Kingdom he is a part of, is bound to espouse this dogma as part of his quest to be as 'noble' and 'faithful' as possible. And that's leaving out all the textual interpretations I could offer surrounding his and Boromir's relationship. But like Denethor is also homophobic. Aragorn is homophobic. Homophobia is the norm for the faithful of Arda. Even if any of the main characters are gay they will also be somewhat homophobic. God is real and hundreds of elves have been telling people for millenia that if you have sexual desire without procreative desire then you are corrupt somehow, like spiritually. There's not much going for the queer liberation of middle-earth's denizens at the moment. BUT as I said, it's fine, there is no innoculation to being misinterpreted, especially when your opinion is quite far from the mainstream AND I will admit that for shits and giggles I have just thrown 'faramir is homophobic' out there without context for the mischeveous whimsy of it all, which is definitely shooting myself in the foot. There is something very amusing to me about deadpanning that kind of statement and sometimes I cannot help myself uwu BUT rest assured and as stated above, I do have reasons for all the things I say about Faramir on this blog. For instance 'Faramir is into raceplay' is another excellent example.

#text post #>:3

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 1 year

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Can i request Yandere Moxxie and Millie (polyamorous) x male reader. Maybe the reader is the newest employee of IMP and the two imp do everything in their power to get him to join them. whether he wants to or not

this is my first time requesting so i hope im doing this right anyway have an great day or night

Ours~

The morning was no real different then any other.

Moxxie had made his darling wife a cup of coffee, bringing it to her in the conference room, giving his beloved Impet a tender kiss.

Millie smiled up at her husband, the girl taking his hand into her own, the man sitting down beside her, both of them sipping there coffee in silent bliss.

They'd sit like that for a while, only occasionally sharing a little smile, before Blitzø showed up.

He'd parade into the conference room as he often did, the man telling them. "Alright gang, big news! Big news!" He practically cheered.

The pair would look at their boss, The pair having the exact opposite in reaction.

Millie eager. Moxxie... not eager.

But much to their surprise, Blitzø told them bluntly. "Welcome our newest member to the I.M.P family... (Y/N)!"

Youd step into the office, giving a pleasant, if slightly awkward smile, waving at them. "Hello everyone. Im uh, happy to be here."

Blitzø smacked you on the back, eagerly welcoming you.

"This is my baby girl, Loona." He told you, gesturing to the Hellhound. The Hellhound didn't actually look at you, giving you a dull 'hey' with a little wave as she stared at her phone.

You just gave an awkward chuckle before turning to Millie and Moxxie but before he actually make introductions Moxxie popped up, standing before you, taking your hand into his as he eagerly greeted you.

"I'm Moxxie, it's very nice to meet you!" he told you, practically beaming.

Youd greet him just as eager, happy to meet someone else that seemed hospitable.

Youd give some minor small talk before Millie but in, greeting you with an abundance of Wratgern charm, laying it on thick as you spoke, you instantly warming up to her, your new conversation eclipsing your old one.

Millie and Moxxie would glance at the other, a silent tension freezing the two for several moments before they turned back to you.

Youd speak to the pair, quickly warming up to the pair, though they'd both try and be the one that was talking to you.

Youd get to talking, both as eager as the other, and it wouldn't be for several minutes of talking that you'd actually find out that they were married.

A little surprised with how they acted with the other.

Youd talk with the pair through much of the day. Each seemingly hedging over each other, upstaging the other to get closer to you, Millie literally throwing an arm over your shoulder as a happy 'welcome'.

The two would eventually get pulled into a job, the air thick with tension the entire time, constantly giving the other a side eye.

This would continue over the next few days, the pair silently at each other's throat throughout those days, the pair taking every chance to get closer to you while always undercutting the other, the pair absolutely adoring you while ignoring the other.

Millie using her charm while Moxxie acted smart, doing kind little acts for you.

Their silent feuding came to ahead with the pair at home, the pair glaring at each before asking what the others problem was, the both claiming you as theirs.

...

There were several moments of silence before they began making out, the both of them preceding to have very vigorous sex, the both eagerly agreeing that you were their's, they could share~

After that, the two would eagerly coordinated their efforts, fully intending to bring you into the fold, it feeling even easier now that they weren't fighting the other for you.

Now without all the hostility, the pair could cooperate on you, both of them warmly approaching you day after day.

They had a well thought out and well planned approach to you, as while they both wanted you, they agreed that they'd have to ease you into the relationship, not wanting to force you... though that was an unspoken option for the pair.

The two would steadily get closer to you, watching and monitoring you and with the pair working together, they'd be able to work off each other's energy making it significantly easier.

Youd quickly warm up to the pair, especially since they acted as a pair, feeling a whole lot more comfortable with their positive energy bouncing off each other.

Youd quickly warm up to the pair, especially with the both of them using their Wrathern charm on you, as well as their inherently intimate and friendly relationship, the two eagerly welcoming you to every activity.

Many of which would be chosen specifically to entice you.

Youd quickly warm up to the pair, eagerly joining them with every activity in no time. The pair always happily following on with every activity you loved, the two following on like the love obsessed puppies they were, loving it whenever you took the lead, melting in your hands.

Youd join the pair on many activities spending time with them and spending time at their place regularly to the point you had emergency clothes at theirs. The pair never shying away the ideas of embellishing their love lives, though careful never to freak you out with it.

Youd of course, love the pair, utterly adoring their relationship. Finding their Romance utterly adorable, unconsciously moving closer to them, getting as close as you could to the pair of Imps.

Youd adore the pair, telling them as much and the two would use that to further your emotional development. With them.

Now, they'd never act overtly on the whole thing, but they'd carefully lead you to what they wanted.

And it'd be one night they'd invite you over. It only taking a few hours of the two of them to get you liquored up, you eagerly joining them when they asked if you like to "spend time with them."

Though you'd only, actually 'spend time', with them, the pair careful not to force anything on you.

It'd be one day after work, the pair utterly ignoring Blitzø as they'd invite you to dinner, the pair taking you on a very romantic dinner date where the both of them would confess that they cared for you greatly, more so then just a close friend.

But they didn't want to force anything on you, something youd greatly appreciate from them, as simply Put, everyone wanted something.

Youd initially ask for some time to think, the pair of course giving you some space, letting you think it over.

Of course, they'd be watching you every second they could, as they were before the proposition, the pair putting Blitzø to shame in there level of operation.

They'd have cameras everywhere, watching your every move.

And really there'd be two options for you.

Firstly, you could just happily join the pair, becoming a third member of their little family.

They'd utterly pamper you, tending to your every Need and want. Your comfort and care beaming their purpose in life.

The pair would be insanely protective and territorial of you, I mean like, if someone even glanced at you, they'd glare them into submission and even then, they'd likely despise this person till the day they die.

And Hoo-Wee! If you were actually threatened.

Well, don't fuck with professional assassins.

But if you said no... the couple would... well, they wouldn't really know what to do.

They'd spent so long grooming and preparing you for their inevitable joining their relationship, they hadn't planned for if you said no.

And the pair would... snap.

They wouldn't do anything initially, just festering in their obsessions, unable to comprehend what had happened, before they'd reassert their goal, and preparing everything before... they'd snatch you.

One day youd just wake up somewhere else.

And upon searching the place, youd find the pair, the two welcoming you, telling you you were in a safe house with them.

And with rather deranged smile, the two would tell you simply you were theirs and you wouldn't be allowed to leave until you accepted it.

Your life with them would be... complicated.

The pair would treat you well. Always warm and welcoming. They fed you, spent time with you, they were always sweet and considerate, letting you do whatever you'd like.

Whatever you'd like Except... leave.

There was always one of them with you at all times, the other leaving to get food or do jobs.

Youd try and fight, resist, eventually just playing along till you could figure out how to escape.

But even then, when you tried... youd fail. The pair expecting such an act.

And as they surrounded you, you'd break down, asking them what they wanted?!

Only for them to coo, pulling you into actual hig, telling you sweetly all they ever wanted... was you~ and even as you snapped yelling, swearing, insulting them.

The pair treated you as sweetly as ever. Hugging you close, telling you they understood.

You were just confused.

It'd take a long time, likely years and likely a few break downs, but you'd eventually become theirs.

Youd come to love them every part that they loved you, completely obedient and relient on them. As much a part of your relationship as either Millie or Moxxie.

Eventually the pair could even trust you out in public, the pair testing you time and time again, but every time, you stayed loyal.

And for that theyd reward you every chance they got.

With supervision of course.

Youd eventually marry the pair, the three of you entering a more open relationship, as in, they'd let you have actual windows and allow you out in the free world.

The three of you seeming like nothing more than a particularly loving and caring trio of demons in a polygamous relationship.

It's highly likely that they could have kept their job at I.M.P, however difficult with only one of them working at a time. But if they still did work there, you'd likely return as well, the pair wanting to keep you close 24/7.

You'd make up some story as to why you suddenly left, but your sudden inclusion in M&Ms trio would raise some brows, which youd have to make up another story.

And by that i mean the pair would make it up for you.

But afrer some time, getting used to it again, you'd fall back into office life.

It's possible Loona or Blitzø could figure out what happened, especially depending on how dependent you were on the pair.

All it would take would be one bad breakdown before Loona and Blitzø would begin asking questions.

Questions you couldnt really answer.

And as soon as they figured out what happened, they'd try and save you.

That... wouldn't end well.

Both Millie and Moxxie would kill either Blitzø or Loona if they stood between them and you.

And if their grip on you was even slightly shaken, you'd go right into the safehouse, breaking you back down until you were theirs again.

The pair utterly assured in their possession, completely worshipping you, making sure you knew they loved you. And that you loved them~

#helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss x reader #millie x reader x moxxie #millie x reader #helluva boss millie #millie #moxxie x reader #moxxie #helluva boss moxxie

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darrowsrising · 1 month

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Red Rising: Introduction to Darrow

I feel like a lot of people misunderstand Darrow's first chapters. Yes, he is young and impetous, but his elders preach causion, patience and obedience when he feels he cannot afford to lose - his goals are achievable, he believes, so of course he'll pull at the strings others fitted him with.

And yes, his elders are trying to save him the pain of knowing the truth - he'll never win, only Gamma wins. But hiding the truth does not make it unreal.

He is not a bad person for trying to progress, he is not bad for trying to do the very thing he was raised to do - provide for his clan. He is, however, too much of a teenager trying to be a man. He is bound to act like a jerk.

He is even more under pressure to be providing an adult, a hero for his clan, but treated like a child. He is a product of a patriarchal society and a slave to the system. He is being simultaneously stripped off his childhood, forced to grow up, forced into child labour and gaslit into thinking it good and normal.

He is also being disrespectful to a bunch of rude, tired, cowardly old men who make unappropriate jokes and try to control him 'for his own good', although they didn't get to the ripe old age of over 40 by staying oblivious to the truth.

The point is not - look at this likable character. It's - look at this child, he lost his beloved father, he had to becone his replacement, he is full of youth, he works so hard, he is terrific at it, he loves so much, it's not enough.

There are various things established - there is contrast for Darrow between being this prodigy at mining, yet being treated like a slave, the Society forcing him to labour like an adult and his elders treating him as a child, the harshness of the worlds and the simple life he longs for because his father didn't get to live it.

It's also a good blend of world-building and character-building. And no, contrary to booktok opinions, a dystopian society being oppressive does not mean ita promoted, it's literally needed for the dystopian genre. The point of view of a victim is, obviously, going to present atrocities as normal daylife.

Darrow obviously grows as the book and the series goes on and not immediately. In Red Rising he grows more bit by bit and in subtler ways, with bigger changes being caused after traumatic events and deep bonds are formed.

But point is, Darrow is more than what meets the eye. There is a reason for his behaviour, his rage, his intransigence. He is a child, although he won't admit it, a victim, although he doesn't realise it, a slave, although he hasn't conceived it yet, and yet he is priviliged as the hero of his clan. It's a position that establishes him as interesting. Because he is not exactly passive, but he is accepting his status.

The reader is meant to know that Darrow is a child forced to labour, but gaslit into thinkibg it's normal, that he lives in a fucked up society that keeps everyobe under a boot with fucked up expectations and that he won't admit it, but he actually lives in a severely policed establishment. He is not perfect, but even so he does not deserve what is happening to him.

And I think it's a failure not to be attentive of these things, because Darrow is not meant to be an unbiased beacon shining in an imperfect society as many washed down dystopians try to portray their main characters. He is a product of his own environment and hella realistic for it.

Being based on Antigone's fiancé, he is a flawed character in a privilegd position living grueling circumstances. And he goes even more beyond that.

#red rising trilogy #darrow of lykos #darrow au andromedus #reaper #red rising

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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I wonder... Do you think dilf! Kiba would be open to having another brat so to speak? Despite the age differences?

cw: breeding, age gap.

like having another kid? yeah, i do see it.

though i do think he'd be a bit wary of it at the start because he'd doubt himself and the entire relationship overall. he's not gotten any wiser over the years, not even when he's well in his 40s, but maturity has made him at least a little bit more cautious if anything else - thanks to past experiences and one failed marriage.

so he wouldn't exactly settle in with you at high speed with full force like the lovestruck idiot in him wants him to, but he wouldn't be able to grasp as to why you're actually with him when he's low-key old enough to be your dad either. so he'd constantly question if it's actually the real thing - whatever it is you two share between you, and if you're really willing to commit to staying with him despite the age gap.

but over time, the foolish and impetous parts of his personality do prevail and change his way of thinking. so after dating you for a while and seeing that you're just as invested as he is, that you really do love him and are willing to stay with him, his breeding kink would be shooting through the roof.

he can't help himself, it's a part of him he can't get rid of, and you're just so vigorous and full of life and, well, uh... fertile. your body is literally in its prime when it comes to carrying a child - his child, specifically, and that attracts him a whole lot. besides, he understands that while you're nearly bursting at the seams with youth, on his end the clock is ticking as far as fertility is concerned.

imo, he'd be pretty upfront about it. if you'd want kids, he'd oblige and would GLADLY give you one, however he'd definitely make it clear that he wants a baby pretty early on because of his age. also, locking you in by making you pregnant with his kid is secretly one of his greedier desires which he'll never tell you about.

on the other hand, if you wouldn't want kids, then he'd be slightly disappointed but wouldn't really push you because he already has children from his previous marriage. like, the kink is strong, sure, but it's not strong enough for him to throw away the entire relationship when he's already experienced fatherhood multiple times, you know?

at the end of the day, it's up to you, really.

#i rly hope this is what u meant fjdjdjd #biscuit mail #cw breeding #cw age gap

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desires-of-chain · 1 year

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Hey 🐵 Aron here

I just have put in something here that been on my mind lately

Image the links as dinosaur human hybrids

And as raptors my boy are going to be fucking reader like crazt

Cuz our cute bean wind impeted on the reader thinking she hid ma now no running

( just having little wind as a little hatchling raptor Soo cute

I'm listening....(all the monsterfuckers are listening) 👀

#.bea answers #🐵 anon #smut #cw: monsterfucking

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brainpal-gachapon · 12 days

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Hi helli :] I was wondering if you could make a creators choice introject of Bloodmoon from the sun and moon show? Cisautism, transslashPOTS transslashASP transvampire and transsubsystem are the only real requests I have for them, , dw about being source accurate, I'm not expecting accuracy lol

Sorry for the long wait , hope it’s too your liking !

Name(s): bloodmoon , bloodie , hunter , hunt , harvest , harve

Age: ageless , arguage

Prns: he/him , they/them , bo/both , du/duo , twi/twin , moon/moons , blood/bloods , red/reds , night/nights , vamp/vamps , kill/kills , chao/chaos

Gender(s): vampthing , chaosbeing , carnagething , genderthreat , sanguigender , murderthing , bloodsoundic

Source(s): The Sun And Moon Show

Species: animatronic , AI

TransID(s): transslashPOTS , transslashASP , transvampire , transsubsystem , cis-tharmful

CisID(s): cisautistic

Role(s) : berserker , impeter , protector , persecutor

#headmate pack #rq 🌈🍓#alter packs #headmate creation #headmatepack #alter creation #transplural #pro rq 🌈🍓#rq safe #rqc🌈🍓

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poetrysings · 4 months

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— whoa! VIOLET HÚ just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for ALL HER LIFE, working as an ACTRESS. that can’t be easy, especially at only 29 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit TACITURN and RECALCITRANT, but i know them to be ALLOCENTRIC and RESILIENT. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN!

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BASICS

full name: violet hú

nickname: vi

age/date of birth: 29 / july 7th, 1994

zodiac sign: cancer ☼ sagittarius ☾ aquarius ↑

gender identity: cis female (she/her)

hometown: staten island, new york

current location: manhattan, new york

time in town: twenty-nine years

sexual orientation: pansexual

occupation: actress, artist

voice claim: eva noblezada (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

PERSONALITY

labels: the sweetheart, the alfresco, the mom friend

pos traits: resilient, allocentric, gregarious, adaptable, empathetic

neg traits: deceitful, impetous, taciturn, boisterous, recalcitrant

hobbies: painting, sculpting, sewing, cooking, gardening

languages spoken: english, chinese, french

instruments played: piano, french horn, harp

favorite color: yellow, green, pink

favorite food: new orleans cuisine

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 5'4

distinguished characteristics: appendicitis scar on lower stomach

tattoos: none

piercings: ears

right or left-handed?: ambidextrous (was left-handed but was forced to use right hand from a very young age and became ambidextrous as a result)

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: grace hú (birth mother, deceased), patrick haas (birth father, deceased) greta & frederick atkins (foster parents, whereabouts unknown), names tbd (adoptive parents)

sibling(s): 2 adoptive siblings

pet(s): rescues strays and injured animals whenever she can

BULLET POINTS

tw: death mention, child endangerment, child negligence, arson

despite popular belief, violet was a product of pure, unadulterated love. fleeting and heartbreaking love, but love nonetheless. violet's parents spent three whole months filled with all the love, dedication and devotion upon meeting before learning they would be parents. although the news were unexpected, they were both happy and decided to start a family together in new york. the only problem? patrick's entire life was in georgia, so he had to travel south for a couple of weeks, get things settled and come back to start his life-long dream. a week passed with no response from patrick, two weeks and later a month, grace growing more and more desperate as each hour passed with no news of the man who had promised to come back and start a family with her. grace when her sixth month of pregnancy arrived, grace was convinced patrick had backed down, that he had realized he didn't want a family and it was only her and violet against the world. unbeknownst to her, a heartbroken haas family was trying to recover from the death of patrick, who had been killed upon his arrival to georgia in a car accident.

it was a rainy night, the night violet gave her first breath of fresh air. an intense procedure involving some health complications on grace's behalf that, after a five hour long battle, made grace breathe her very last breath of air, exactly 3 minutes after violet was born. everything was so sudden, so shocking that the medics and nurses were appalled by the circumstances. cindy, the nurse who had aid grace before and during the birth however, was gracious enough to care for violet like she was her own and gave her the biggest gift the newborn could ever receive: an identity. she had previously discussed names with grace, who had mentioned wanting her daughter to carry the name of violet and thus, she was named after her mother, per her last wish.

violet spent her very first years going from the system to a new foster home and back, never quite finding a place to call her own. she made herself fit, shaped herself to be the perfect image of a child a family could want, something to love. it was innate, the kindness and loving nature in her was a birth right given by both grace and patrick and yet she tried, hard, to be wanted, to be of service to every family who took her in, only for them to turn her back in when she was not needed anymore. at age six, the atkins family appeared, ready to accomodate her in their home. once again, she bent herself over to be the best version of herself she could be, to be cordial and of service, to be entertaining and grateful and for a while, it worked. the atkins seemed like decent people; foster parents who had around six children at a time in their home and seemed to care for each of them and, for the first time in her life, violet felt like she belonged. the matriarch happened to be a plastic artist and nursed the love for the arts in violet who very graciously accepted every bit of it. she started painting, drawing and sculpting with the aid of the matriarch who would proudly take her job and sell it amongst their friends, claiming it was her own.

about two years after first arriving to the atkins household, the cracks began to show. they were volatile and their finances were starting to suffer. back then, violet didn't understand much but it became painfully obvious when a new child arrived to the home, a younger orphan with sad eyes violet immediately grew protective of. the two together began a journey that lasted a few years in the atkins household with less than formidable conditions, yet they endured it, knowing if they somehow made it out of the household there was a chance they would be separated.

four months after violet's thirteenth birthday party, a fire started in the atkins household. everything was so urgent, the family only managed to save some of the stuff they owned. it was a long night between fire flames and the e.r due to the inhalation of carbon dioxide but the minute violet had the strength to stand on her very own to feet and speak, she did. she told a nurse the whole thing had been planned, her foster parents had orchestrated the plan in order to get the insurance money for the house. violet gave her testimony about the arson and every other crime the two had committed during her time living under their roof with one condition: the minute the kids were sent to the system she and the youngest of the kids the atkins had fostered were to remain together. and so they did, for the next year or so, the two remained in the system, waiting for a family that would accept them together, as the family they now were.

and then, a glimpse of light. violet, being so close to turning eighteen both dreamed of and dreaded the day, knowing she'd be able to walk away from the system she had grown from but also knowing there was someone waiting for her, someone she still needed to prepare for the years ahead once she wasn't around to take care of them. families were looking for younger kids, babies and toddlers that could easily settle into their family lives so there was no way they would get picked, she began to grow cynic about the whole process until the day the family that would save her life appeared. they were well-off, gentle in nature and looking for older kids to bring into their family of four. they had 2 children already, but still felt like their family wasn't complete. the moment they met violet, they became infatuated and asked her if she'd accept to get adopted, finally a family to call her own and yet she declined, offering them a better deal: they could take her younger sibling instead and she'd be in debt to them, for as long as she'd lived. when the papers finalised, it was revealed that the family had not only adopted her younger sibling but violet as well, both now had a place to call their own that they would finally be at peace. the family asked violet if she'd wish to carry the family's name or maintain her own and violet opted for the later, wishing to carry her mother and her dynasty with her.

living with her new family, violet began learning stuff about herself, finally giving herself chance to explore facets of her she'd never imagine until she was free to do the imagining. her love for the plastic arts prevailed but another one bloomed; her love for acting. her adoptive parents were supporting and encouraging, nurturing her love for every art she could think of. she began taking ballet classes, voice lessons and even piano lessons, inevitably earning a spot in ithaca college in the theatre department. about half a year upon graduation, violet landed her first role: natalie goodman in a national tour of next to normal and she traveled for a few months around connecticut, massachusetts, new hampshire and maine. upon her return, the actress searched for more roles, something new york bound until she was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime: the revival of cinderella on broadway. after much consideration, she auditioned for the role and got the part, surprising herself. her debut was big, it catapulted her into broadway stardom early on in her career and she loved and cherished every minute of it.

she started renting a little studio in manhattan with her younger sibling after landing her second broadway role: eurydice in hadestown.

WANTED CONNECTIONS ( * will be a wanted connection on main )

younger sibling ( any gender / familial ) *

these two may not be related by blood, but the bond that unites them is stronger than what most experiment in their lifetime. they both come from rough backgrounds, both losing their parents early in life and spending their childhood in the system, so the term family is not something neither of them take lightly. they are bonded for life, would do anything for one another. from the day they met in the atkins residence, the family foster home, violet promised to protect them through it all and that's what she's done for over twenty years of life now. they are her best friend, her confidant.

adoptive family ( any gender / familial / 2 siblings and at least one parent figure ) *

violet always believed in angels. she grew up praying one would come and save her from the circumstances she had been born in, even though she never quite understood what angels looked like. that was, of course, until she met her adoptive family at the age of 16. they took her and her younger sibling in, gave them the love and care they lacked their entire lives and granted them a life violet thought she'd never get to have. they still remain an intrinsic part of everything she does, her adoration for her family is evident to every one who has spent more than five minutes with the actress.

muse ( any gender / plat or rom )

whenever she’s stressed or just… inspiration strikes , she calls this person to either use them as a model or a human canvass . she has every line of their body engraved on her memory and she still finds them as every bit fascinating as that first day she met them and couldn’t stop thinking about them ; could spend hours painting them or on them .

goodbye my lover ( any gender / rom )

sweet violet is a hopeless romantic . believes - in - soulmates - ( platonic or otherwise ) -and - love - at - first - sight kind of romantic . however , developing a relationship with her is harder than she may lead to believe . growing up , she had the responsibility of carrying for herself and her younger sibling ; most of her energy was focused on that and once she was grown up , her aim to become something she and her family could be proud of monopolized her entire existence . however , and against all odds , she fell . she fell hard and deep ( perhaps more than once ) . as life goes , things ended up not working out and violet was left with a heart broken and a tad of issues when it comes to making a compromise ; realizing how much it hurt to truly open up and giving yourself over to someone who could as well walk away one day .

mutual / one-side crushes ( any gender / rom )

ah , crushes . the chasing , the yearning , the blushing and the flirting ; all stages of a crush , something violet hasn’t managed to completely understand even as an adult . even though the artist is not good at handling relationships ( fear of commitment , family issues , you name it and it’s on the list of reasons why relationships never quite work for her ) , crushes are the one thing she allows herself to have . a little flirting , some fooling around with no feelings involved can’t hurt anybody , right ?

'ladies who lunch' gc ( any gender / plat )

a group with two activities in common : drinking and lunching . over the years , violet has learn to let go and enjoy the moment instead of worrying about the future and the past , this group of people have definitely helped with that . whenever she needs a distraction from reality , they are the people she runs to .

MORE WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends, friends with benefits, possible romantic interests, enemies, neighbors… just love my baby, she will love you back!

#boroughs.intro #📂 ⤷ 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 : 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝 / about

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midnight-blue-blood · 6 months

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Eavesdrop - @ventrue-in-control

A conversation lost in the moves of a chess match.

"... Praetor Kinsley, I assure you those rumors are blatantly untrue! Signor Mczyne is quite competent. I understand his impetous nature can be unseemly, but please do bear in mind his lineage..."

"Yes, he has made quite a bit of headway against rival Toreador interests. He manages this without destabilizing the Tower, which is certainly more than some may say."

"I wouldn't say he's necessarily ready for clan status, no. But perhaps something on the local level..."

"...Well, I would never speak ill of our Blood, but have you heard about his sire...?"

#not viewable ic

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 2 years

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I got an idea for something I want you to write while I was listening to a song

Verosika, Millie, and Stella with a male S/O that has nine different kids from five different mothers when asked how this happened he simply says “I used to stick my dick inside of every consenting woman I could find” The kids aren’t children at this point they are teenagers that are about to step into adulthood or straight up adults in addition to that his kids just don’t want to talk to him and they hate him even though he tries his best to be a good father

With Male S/O that has grown children with multiple women

Verosika

Verosika wasn't at all surprised to find out you had kids. You were a rather handsome man, even by her standards, so having a few kids out there was no real shock.

But she was a little taken aback by your attempts to reconnect with them.

Especially when you revealed most of them were either adults, or almost adults. That was a surprise.

Especially for her, Succubus didn't really have "maternal instincts", both sucubus and Incubus being infertile and all that.

And you would try all throughout your relationship.

Granted, your efforts were pretty much entirely in vain, but you still tried, systematically losing or being cut out of your children's lives.

It wasn't fun. Not even for a second. But you couldn't blame them. You'd dropped the ball in a big way and was just reaping what you'd sown.

Luckily for you, Verosika was there to help cheer you up, making feel better after another one of your kids told you they never wanted to hear from you again, usually followed by a threat, before hanging up.

The succubus always knowing the right way, and just the right moment to make you feel better.

Knowing when and when not to use sex to improve your mood seemed to be something she prided herself on.

And yes, your relationship with all your kids never recovered, you did manage to reconnect with a few of them, doing your absolute best to be what you'd missed out on.

Verosika being there for you, always doing her best to back you up.

Millie

For Millie, growing up on Wrath, every family was 'a big family.' But even she was surprised to hear you had so many kids with so many mothers.

And while she'd initially be quite judgmental of you for not being there for them, she would concede that it was Hell, and at least you were trying now. So that kinda put you above most guys like that.

Millie would of course be her ever supportive self. As hopeful and cheerful as you expected from your Wrathern Imp S/O.

But she would also be very harsh on the subject of your kids. Telling you when to leave one of your kids alone or when to move on, it being obvious you'll never make a connection. The girl telling you need to move on.

But despite her often harsh approach, it all came from a place of love.

The Impet knowing the only way for you to actually take the hint and move onto other things, for your own sake.

But in really, the Imp would actually deeply respect your attempt to build a relationship with your kids, it breaking the girls heart whenever another bridge was burnt. Seeing you realise you'd truly failed them as a father.

But you'd keep trying, doing your best, Millie supporting you the whole way.

Stella

You were quite the heartbreaker in your youth.

And by heartbreaker, I mean you'd stick your dick in just about any woman that'd let you. And I mean, Any.

And given your royal rank, that was quite a few women.

It'd be many years, and many children before you'd try and pull yourself together. Trying to get into contact with the various baby mummas, trying to reconnect with them.

Which failed, but you did manage to get into contact with your kids.

Youd actually meet Stella during this process, you having burnt yourself out trying to contact one of your past "partners", becoming an emotional mess, ending up at the bar.

And as such, you ended up at the bar, sat right next to Stella.

Youd both lament on your broken relationships with your respective child/ren, the woman not all to shocked when you explained your multiple children with various mothers.

And she had no reason to, such relationships were very common amongst Hells nobility, even in between nobles themselves.

With it being Hell and all, the nobility were naturally degenerates, and even the majority of married couples had what one might call an 'open marriages.'

So no, the odd bastard child was expected.

What really surprised her, was that you were trying to reconnect with those bastards, especially after so long.

And you would find moderate success. Using what influence and resources you have to help them, doing your best to connect with each of them.

Granted, most of them despised you, the rest outright hating you, but you still did your best to help them, often acting from the shadows. Helping them and your baby mamma's however you could.

All of this seemed to interest Stella, the woman, despite your early actions, seeming to see the honour in you facing your mistakes.

And the two of you would get very close, a strange kind of romance blooming between the two of you.

A romance built on a pair of highly dysfunctional nobles who are more or less on the back foot, especially with their respective children.

Although you deserved yours far more then she did.

Stella would try and help you when she could, and you vice versa, but it would only have a minute effect in the grand scheme of things, her meddling only ever slightly swaying opinion.

And no, it was highly unlikely you'd ever truly connect with all your kids, but after many years, you may get something some might call a decent relationship with some, if not be friendly with at least one of your children.

And through it all, you'd have Stella to help you, and you her, doing your best to make the both of you better parents. Not an easy thing, but you'd still do your best.

Hey Hey, I'm curious, Im pretty sure I know where the inspiration for this request came from, but I'd like to hear it from you.

Now, in regard to requests, I'll be opening them soon, so just keep your requests on hand because I'll only be taking a certain amount and will delete the sub par requests to make room for better ones. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss #headcanon #helluva boss headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #millie x reader #helluva boss millie #millie #male reader #verosika x reader #verosika #helluva boss verosika #helluva boss stella #stella x reader #stella #stella aint a great mumma #but im gonna give her a fair shot

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