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moondirti · 1 year

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Idk if you have answered an ask like this already but please feed me some possessive/ jealous Ghost hc or whatever bc that man is 10 times sexier while jealous and possessive.

Pls just imagine jealous sex with this man omg…

he would not know how to handle himself i'm pretty sure. sorry to sabotage your thirst anon, i just love me a repressed man :) anyway, this is for the same mc in cigarettes out the window (reader with the call sign 'scout') but it can be read entirely separate! so, without further ado here's some jealous ghost

He's colossal, a force composed of pure brawn and unfathomable depths. Talk of Ghost illustrates him as a norse warrior to end all, the nightmare fuel of enemies who can't help but pale at a skull face. Wholly a reputation founded on that tactical precision; charcoal eyes, half-lidded to contain the ire that bubbles like magma. It's all physical. You'd just assumed that strength extended to his emotional conviction as well.

But he gets quiet sometimes, eerily so. The type where he embodies his name and dissipates like shadow on you. You don't see him for days.

It definitely depends on the stage of your relationship. Catch him jealous before the six month mark and he'd choose to abandon ship. It's that instinctive fight or flight, the choice to back down and reassess before he loses another one of his men. But you're not the enemy; your hands are soft and supple when they cradle his face, never seeking to add to his scars. You're gentle when you tell him that it's him, always will be; no one can ever compare to the behemoth you'd surrendered your heart to.

It takes a lot of time to get Simon to the point where he allows himself to be possessive. The first time, it goes something like this:

Some bar in France, cleared out for their obligatory drink post-mission. Johnny had held him up, pulling him off to the side to start on a tangent about his makeshift bomb that ended up saving their lives. His eyes stay fixed on you, edging to his peripheral where you're caught up in a rather funny conversation with Gaz.

You muffle your snicker behind a shaking hand. Simons' own squeeze into fists.

While your relationship with the Lieutenant has yet to be defined, the men of the 141 recognise the silent claim that curls over your shoulders. It was written in your sleepy sigh, dewy skin gleaming with contentment, that night they'd woke at a safe house to find you three inches closer to his mattress. It was the first of many, many hints.

Garrick isn't flirting with you, not by a long shot.

But he is making you laugh. Perhaps harder than Simon ever has.

He can't really describe what overcomes him. It's a rib-shattering heartbeat, working overtime to supply his vision with brimming red. A deeply vulnerable pit bottoming out in his gut; that fear, still there, that you're only temporary. He only acts on the former so he won't face the latter.

He leaves Soap with no more than a clap on the back. The sergeant takes it for what it is, a promise to continue later.

"Price wants you on reports."

"Does he?" You shoot him an incredulous expression, shifting back and forth from his blank stare and the captain, who huddles near Laswell over a game of gin rummy.

"Affirmative." The response comes out faster than he'd like it to, clipped with full-bodied aggression.

"Right..." Licking your lip, you take a moment to match your scrutiny to his. Simon thinks he sees it, the glint your pupils take when you finally catch on. It combats the spite that courses through him, pooling down to fill the weight between his legs. Clever girl - you know him, probably better than he knows himself. "And I'm assuming you need to consult me on something regarding that?"

"Yes." It's all the indication you need.

"Well." You look to Garrick. "I'm sorry to cut this short, mate. Remember to tell me about Serbia some other time."

And Simon doesn't miss the odd look the sergeant gives you, lips curled downwards in an acknowledging humour. He doesn’t like that he’s comfortable enough to give that much.

But you follow him, smaller footsteps matching his as he finds a secluded hallway near the bathroom. It’s a good thing, he – rather, his internal monologue that sounds too much like your voice – echoes.

"Gonna bring up what's wrong, or will I have to force it out of ya. Hm?"

"Didn' appreciate the way he was lookin' at you, pet."

Your breath hitches, clumped lashes fluttering as you take him in anew. If this were anything else, Simon would credit your grin to a cruel sadism. As it stands, though, he lets it guide the flow of his plastered heart. He's on the right track.

"And how was he looking at me, Si?"

The growl that leaves him is untamed, the feral rip release of a hand grenade. A large hand clamps over your jaw, pressing inwards so your lips pucker out at him. The other pushes your torso to the wall, skimming past the hem of your shirt.

It's new. It's thrilling. It's a wildfire turned eternal damnation, fuelled by a fatal sin that forever trumps envy. Lust, bubbling poison to his insecurity - practical headway into something he's good at. Words were never his forte, but he can fuck you like no one else can, thrusting deeper between your velvet walls than thought possible. It's always been enough to spur breathless awe.

Enough, enough.

"Like he could ever amount to me."

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edorazzi · 2 months

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Happy birthday to my gorgeous, amazing @officialladynoirette!!!!

After my amazing Thunderbirds bday gift from last year, I counter with a shameless thirst trap of her favourite iR bird. Just showing off his tattoo, of course! 👀

#LOVE U KIM #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #virgil tracy #josie's art #i dream of all the boys having tattoos of their birds tbh :'V #all covered by their regular clothes or grandma (and jeff) would have a fit #i like to think virgil did them for all his brothers (except alan who is NOT old enough to make good tattoo decisions)#alan would want NO RAGRETS tattooed across his forehead and that's why he's only allowed sharpies for now

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galatoma · 7 months

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actually I will say that the lack of knowledge on one another is really fucking both tubbo and quackity over. because like, tubbo doesn't know quackity that well so he really does think quackity is capable of skinning someone, even though we as viewers know how cringefail he is, so tubbo is already thirsting for vengeance. as for quackity, he doesn't know how much of a thorn in the federation's side tubbo is and thinks he IS capable of being a traiter who helps the feds, and thus immediately treats tubbo with distrust and ire.

unfortunately, because theyre both allergic to talking to each other in ways that arent accusatory they might accidentally (or purposefully, in an act of revenge) be pushing each other into the very actions they already believe the other is doing

#qsmp #tubbo #quackity

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tojisun · 1 year

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your heart is where mine lies

: of exhausted friends and a lovesick couple

satoru worries about his best friend. really, he does.

“look how cute he is,” you say, sighing dreamily as you turn your phone towards him, showing him the recent picture you took of mr. fushiguro: steely eyes narrowed at the camera; lips pulled in a wide grin, his sharp canines out in display; dark hair pushed back from his face, falling in messy strands and framing just above the cut of his jaw; the peace sign he threw in was barely in the frame.

satoru stares, his lips pursing.

mr. fushiguro is anything but cute.

sure the bright pink hello kitty bandage under his eye, stark against tan skin, that was covering the scratch he got from your kitten was cute in nature but satoru couldn’t even say that it made mr. fushiguro adorable. in fact, you are the adorable one in the relationship; mr.fushiguro was the mean and intimidating one.

satoru’s sure that mr. fushiguro would even agree to both statements.

but your smile is so beautiful and your eyes are so soft and there’s a certain sense of contentment rolling off of you that makes satoru hesitate in saying anything. so he just sucks on his straw, holding his thoughts, and hums.

you know, like a good liar best friend.

“she scares you?” shiu asks, taking out the cig from his lips and flicking the ashes on the tray.

toji snorts, shaking his head. “my sweetheart? never. she’s the sweetest thing — the light of my life, that one.” he takes a sip of his tea, and try as he may, shiu knows the action wasn’t to quench toji’s thirst but more so to hide his blooming smile.

shiu tries his best not to roll his eyes.

“she’s something else when she’s angry, ‘s all,” toji finally whispers, his voice utterly enamoured and reverent. his eyes are far away as though he is reliving the moment your ire burned so bright, it engulfed toji whole.

shiu studies him — really studies him — and sees just how much your love changed toji.

no. that’s not quite right.

shiu saw just how much loving you saved toji.

shiu pops the cig back between his lips, shaking his head slowly. he knows that toji is yet to be finished waxing poetries for you. shiu sighs. oh he’s going to need more than beer at this point.

#suns.f #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro fluff #??? is this fluff #idk but im at the point in my academic career where im writing fics to avoid writing my paper #toji fushiguro #jjk #suns

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wxntxr-cxtrxs-reblogs · 17 days

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BLOG RECS and PERSONAL FAVS

BLOG RECS!

I thought I'd make a little post listing some of my favorite blogs, what they offer, and what I followed for! Mostly for my own reference, but I recommend every one of them, so be sure to check them out! ((if you're on this list and would like to be removed, let me know))

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rp related blogs!

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@peachapartmentsrp on Tumblr -- a multifandom group rp im part of on discord! I cannot recommend it enough! It’s got a wide variety of characters, an active group, and a great community!

An assortment of roleplay finder blogs

@findingroleplays on Tumblr

@rphunter on Tumblr

@findroleplay on Tumblr

@roleplayfinder on Tumblr

@canonrpfinder on Tumblr -- a roleplay finger tool for canon content only

@prpfs on Tumblr -- a roleplay partner finder tool for more problematic content

@roleplayhonestybox on Tumblr -- A place to rant and speak about rp experiences! The good and the bad!

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Writing prompts, scenarios, and resources!

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@lavenderotpprompts on Tumblr -- writing prompts (some really incredible ones for ships and couples)

@me-writes-prompts on Tumblr -- writing prompts (great dialogue and situation prompts!)

@the-moon-dust-writings on Tumblr -- writing prompts (great for both ocs and ships!)

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Writers!

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For FE3H (fire emblem: three houses)

@glowingbadger on Tumblr -- a mostly NSFW blog, with great chartisterization, wonderfully written smut, and they allow their reader to send little thirsts and prompts! They also have an art blog.

@yandere-sins on Tumblr -- YANDERE CONTENT! They’re an incredible writer, with really unique yandere content. As well as that! They run interactive polls about yandere content that I have a ton of fun interacting with!

For HXH (hunter x hunter)

@holydayaria on Tumblr -- YANDERE CONTENT! Fantastic stuff, great characterization, as well as some really cool ideas I don't see often! Very unique takes!

@depravitycentral on Tumblr -- YANDERE CONTENT! Super good stuff, very in depth in the yandere mindset, i'm always so impressed with their writing!

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Artists!

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For DND (dungeons and dragons)

@lovecoredeity on Tumblr -- fantastic character designs! Great ocs! I love to see the ocs they post, their designs and ideas inspire me a lot!

For Vocaloid

@ir-dr on Tumblr -- an incredible artist who posts daily! I cannot even imagine posting daily, let alone such high quality work. I’m always so impressed with their linless style and great color palettes

@emilylovescookies on Tumblr -- beautiful lineless art, fantastic colors, and one of the most cute and stylistic art styles i've seen!

For RWBY

@dashingicecream on Tumblr -- has a really expressive art style, and makes some of the best WLW art! Really cute stuff, also ships a lot the same ships as me, which is a bonus!

@noxypep on Tumblr -- another artist who makes superb WLW art! A monochrome shipper, they make some of the cutest content for the ship i’ve seen

For hxh (hunter x hunter)

@tiucotheus on Tumblr -- makes beautiful art that is so polished and flowy! Not to mention the way they draw the characters (especially chrollo, illumi and feitan) makes them look sooo good!

@sullenhighstar on Tumblr -- very good art! As well as super cute ship art! Their content seems to focus primarily on the phantom troupe

@verytiredrn on Tumblr -- great art featuring the main squad of hunter x hunter! Their kurapika art especially has me in a chokehold, I cannot get enough

For FE3H (fire emblem: three houses)

@calamari-inari on Tumblr -- this artist does THE ferdinand von aegir art! If you’re a ferdibert fan, or just a ferdinand fan, this blog is a must follow!

@maimais on Tumblr -- has a super cute bylethsona they pair with claude, everytime i see their work it makes my day. Super cute style, very gentle colors, and a super romantic vibe to their ship art!

@meltypancake on Tumblr -- has a beautiful oc they ship with dimitri, and their art is so elegant and romantic! I’m always in awe of the talent they have!

@limielle on Tumblr -- the best male!byleth x dimitri art i’ve ever seen. Their art is so romantic and expressive and flowy

For miscellaneous fandoms https://www.tumblr.com/deddo219 -- a personal friend of mine, and a fantastic artist! They draw for a wide variety of fandoms, and all of their content is beautiful. They’re open for commissions!

#mine #citrus #ric recs #art recs #blog recs #blog recommendations #masterlist of who i follow

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yeowangies · 7 months

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Humane

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PAIRING: Goku/AFAB!Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, Body Worship. WARNINGS: Blood and gore, Vampires. WORDCOUNT: 2312

Summary:

Goku could not have helped himself even if he wanted to. He saw you there, on the verge of death, and the urge to help you had won before he even knew it.

Notes:

For kinktober! This is heavely based on the movie Thirst dir. Park Chan Wook. Basically Goku is a vampire, and he turns you into a vampire as well. But watch out.

CW: Blood and gore.

Day 28: Body Worship.

Goku could not have helped himself even if he wanted to. He saw you there, on the verge of death, and the urge to help you had won before he even knew it.

He had always been like that since before he turned into a vampire.

A long time ago, Goku could barely even remember, but the need to save people before his eyes had always been there. He was the odd one out, at least out of all the vampires he knew, and he knew plenty. Apparently they weren’t known for saving people in need, just looking out for their own interests and quenching their own thirst. But he had learned years ago not to drink human blood, and he had been doing fine like that.

Getting close to you had made it difficult though, but he had managed.

When you moved to the countryside, Goku had helped you settle in a small yet cozy cabin, not very far away from his own place. You had run away from a violent, traumatic event; you didn’t talk much about it, but he could tell. You flinched unexpectedly when he approached you, and the first few days after you moved, you had bruises on your arms. He never asked, and you never said.

You still had your personality, self assured, feisty. He had to wonder how anyone ever messed with you. It was only a matter of time until he realized his attraction for you was growing strong and steady.

It still took him off guard when you kissed him first. Goku was about to leave your cabin one night to go back to his own house when you grabbed his shirt and tugged at it, getting on your tiptoes to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. It had been a long time since he felt warm skin so close to his, and you had smelled so good; it took everything in him not to bite into your bottom lip, especially after you had wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

“Do you not like me?” You asked, both angry and upset, one night at your place after too many of only exchanging kisses. Too many kisses.

Goku knew what you meant. He had smelled your arousal many times, especially when you started pulling him closer and closer.

He didn’t know if he could control himself enough to not bite you.

“I do, I do!” Goku exclaimed, exasperated. He chose honesty after a few minutes in which you stared at him with ire in your eyes, which only made him want you more. “I don’t know if I can control myself…”

Honesty up to a point.

You arched an eyebrow and he sighed, scratching the back of his neck before speaking again.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, I don’t wanna ruin what we have…”

“This is my choice.” You replied, taking his face into your hands with the same confidence you had since the day he met you. “I want you. Do you want me?”

Goku lunged forward and kissed you earnestly, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly as you clung to him, threading your fingers into his messy hair.

“Yeah, I want you…” He replied breathlessly against your lips.

It had taken Goku a second to take you to your bed, and all his willpower not to accidentally crush you when you both stumbled on it. You laughed, not even a yelp about his weight on top of you, but he knew he had to slow down.

If you both felt the same way, you had plenty of time to indulge in carnal desires.

Goku pulled away, taking off his shirt, smiling down as you eyed him with obvious hunger. He moved carefully to take off your shirt, and you let him, grinning contently as he slowly pulled it up and off before he moved his hands down your sides to get rid of your pants. He carefully slid them down your legs, taking off your shoes before completely pulling down your pants, discarding it on the floor.

You looked at him with cheery curiosity, especially when he kneeled on the floor between your legs. He had grown fond of you in such a short time, he couldn’t help the heat pooling inside him, like he was alive for the first time in years, decades.

“You’re so beautiful.” Goku purred and your grin got wider, pride swelling in his chest.

Taking one of your feet in his hands, he gently massaged the sole before moving upwards, caressing your calves. He immediately noticed the rise in your temperature; you were embarrassed. He guessed you had probably never been taken care of like this, and if he dwelled too much on that, anger would emerge. You deserved to be adored.

Goku carefully paid attention to your other foot, and the more he stroked your skin, the quicker your breathing got. He eyed you briefly a few times, noticing how nervous you were, listening to how rapidly your heart was beating. How strong the smell of your arousal was. It was inevitable that he knew all that, the smell of your blood rushing through your veins filled his nostrils, and he was glad he had at least drank the blood of a wild animal earlier that day or he wouldn’t have been able to fight the urge to sink his teeth into your flesh.

Pressing a kiss to the bridge of your foot, he hoisted your leg on his shoulder as he slid his hands up your legs towards your hips, squeezing you affectionately.

“You don’t have to do any of that…” You murmured, gasping when Goku planted more kisses on your legs.

“I wanna do this.” He replied, mischief gleaming in his eyes as he scooted closer.

Goku grinned, knowing your complaint was half heartedly when you moved your hips to help him slide down your panties. He took his time, kissing and nibbling the inside of your thighs, earning all kinds of sounds from you before he buried his face in between your legs.

He couldn’t help himself; your smell was sweet and it called for him. His tongue plunged between your folds at once, and a sharp yell escaped you when met your clit. His hands caressed your sides before settling on your chest, pushing up your bra and fondling your breasts as he kept his mouth busy, kissing and lapping at your clit. All the moans you made only incited him more, and he couldn’t help his own groans either when you buried your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp.

Goku was drunk on your sweetness when you came, his tongue overwhelmed by the taste of your release. If he were to touch himself then, he would have come in his pants. Growling against your sensitive skin, he licked at your entrance, savoring your orgasm until he heard a small whimper from you as you tugged at his hair.

Pressing kisses to your stomach, all the way up to your chest, he looked at your expression, hazy and lustful, as he pulled off your bra. He knew he had done a good job, and he made you laugh when he wiggled his eyebrows before wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking softly.

His lips didn’t leave a spot of your skin untouched, even kissing all the way up your arm and to the tip of each of your fingers. His cock was close to bursting, and when you finally tugged at his pants, Goku knew it was time. As he crawled up to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for an urgent kiss as he pressed his dick to your entrance, pushing in steadily, making you both gasp.

“Fuck, you’re so hot…” He purred against your lips, making you smile.

It only took you a second to get used to his size, or at least it was what it took you to urge him to move. And Goku wouldn’t even say no. He started slow, steadily meeting your hips as his cock slid deliciously in and out.

Until none of you could take it anymore, and he hooked your legs on his shoulders before ramming into you like an animal in heat. He might as well be; your scent, the sounds pouring from your lips, and even the sound of your blood running through your veins drove him crazy. Like a downright spiral, his brain went blank from pleasure, and his primal needs were flourishing, his hips slamming into you with a force that made the bed creak and the headboard smack against the wall.

When you shuddered underneath him, your orgasm washing over you, it took every little self control Goku had left not to bite your neck. He came promptly, his cum spilling inside you as he groaned loudly, holding onto you as he was scared you might disappear, wrapping his arm around your neck and biting into his own flesh as his cock throbbed.

His urges were rattling the cage, but he could put them aside. For now.

“Why did you do that?” You asked moments later, once you noticed he was bleeding.

“I, uh…” Goku didn’t even know how to explain. He was into biting himself during sex? That sounded stupid as hell, even for him. You only stared at him curiously the longer his silence dragged on until he finally blurted out. “I’m just into that… ?”

He didn’t really know if you believed him, but you didn’t press further, only smiling at him before kissing his lips.

All the memories of the nights he had spent with you after that flooded his brain, making him see double as you laid there, in the middle of the living room of your tiny home, covered in blood.

Blood that he had once desired to taste, but he now desperately wished he could put back into your veins.

It was a gun wound, he recognized the hole in your upper chest and the smell of powder in the air. By the state the place was into, someone must have broken into.

None of that mattered. None of it mattered if you were on the brink of death. You were still alive, he could hear your heart, beating faintly, turning off slowly.

With a shattered glass, Goku cut his own wrist, kneeling by your side and spilling his blood on your mouth before he grabbed your wrist, biting into it to feast on you. His pupils dilated as soon as he got to taste you, and the longer he spent with his lips on your skin, the more he was tempted to simply have you all for himself.

It took all his will power to pull away, blood dripping from his mouth and the bite mark on your wrist as he stared at your face, waiting for you to wake up.

“Come on!” Goku growled, exasperated, patting your cheek repeatedly.

You had drunk his blood, and he had tasted yours. That had to be enough, so he waited and waited, pressing his lips to yours and sampling his own blood in the process, willing you to come back.

Hopeless and on the verge of tears, Goku held you tightly when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. Hungrily. The gleam in your eyes when he pulled back was exhilarating; you were a creature reborn and he couldn’t have been happier, smiling as he kissed you again and again.

The giddiness that he’d get to spend eternity with you lasted for days, especially after you reassured him that being a vampire wasn’t so bad.

Until the day he walked into your house and saw the gory mess that was on it.

“Hey!” You greeted him with a smile, mouth covered in blood all the way down to your dress. “I found the man who tried to kill me.”

Goku looked at you with a frown. He should have expected that, there was no reason why you wouldn’t want to get revenge. As much as he didn’t really get it (reprisal simply wasn’t in his nature), he was going to let it go.

But you kept bringing people home to feast on them. At least you weren’t particularly cruel, usually knocking them out with your newfound supernatural strength before sinking your teeth into their neck, sucking them dry in a matter of minutes.

“What you’re doing isn’t right.” Goku crossed his arms as he watched you clean yourself up after one of your ‘meals’.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve killed a lot of people in just a few days.”

“So?”

“You gotta control yourself!” Goku hollered, but you didn’t even flinch.

“I need to eat. And so do you, by the way.” You arched an eyebrow as you faced him.

“I eat!”

“Random animals from the forest! That’s not food!”

“Eating humans isn’t right!”

“Stop acting so humane! You’re not even human!” You growled, muscles in your jaw and neck tensing.

Goku felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He was a monster, he knew it and he lived with it. It was in his nature to not hurt anybody, and to help others if he could. But he had turned you into a monster far worse than he could have imagined. You were merciless, cruel and unapologetic about your desires. The confidence he had once loved so much had morphed into an entity that knew no end, consuming everything as it grew.

It would only be a matter of time until other vampires knew of you. It was an unspoken rule that their existence must remain hidden, but the way you kept slaughtering people would soon attract attention. The outcome was obvious, as much as it pained him.

Goku had to kill you.

#dbz fics #dbz fanfiction #dbz imagine #goku x reader #goku x you #goku #dbz #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #k2023 #my writing

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ghastlybirdie · 5 months

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x gn!reader

Warnings: None really, Gaz being a playful menace maybe, incorrect military titles/workings, not proofread

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Despite it being the end of a workday you and your little office department are left with a cruel trick on Halloween in the form of a massive load of paperwork from one of your superiors. Someone comes along and throws a wrench into your evening.

“One, two, someone’s coming for you! Three, four, better lock your door! Five, six get a crucifix! Seven, eight, better stay up late! Nine, ten-”

“Shut it, ya nitwits! Ya don’t even have the bloody song right!”

The door to your office did little to muffle the drunken cacophony of off-key singing of the Halloween party going on outside your tiny little office. Despite your best efforts and warnings, someone had been able to sneak a bottle of liquor into the party and dump its contents into some of the fruit punch; something about the ‘blood’ needing a bit ‘something extra’. It was a good thing you carried extra bottles of water or else you’d be forced to quench your thirst with something less than savory.

It wasn’t a large party, just mainly your department seeing as the small bunch of you were all left behind to finish some loose ends left by some overly lax superiors. Most of the department consisted of civilians with normal office worker who saw nothing more than a faulty fax machine and angry office managers every few weeks; nothing compared to the combat ready sergeants and corporals that used the small communications department as a respite from their training or running away from someone’s ire. Lacking any authoritative power, you never did much to stop any of the soldiers, seeing as you’d do the same if you ever heard some of the instructors yell the way they do at their men and women.

A staff sergeant, one you’ve seen a hundred times yet never were introduced a name to, came to you and your co-worker with an arm’s full of files and flash drives; something about last minute contracts coming in and a PMC group finishing a mission only hours before. It’s Friday, and they wanted it all done before the weekend but seeing as they had a… ‘very important meeting’, the staff sergeant volunteered the department to get it done. By that point, most were already packing in their lunch packs and bags, so the added work was anything but appreciated.

You had been staring at the spreadsheet on your monitor screen for possibly five minutes, eyes only blinking when they were near painfully dry, before you straightened out each limb in a stretch and drawn out groan.

You’re tired. You were tired before you even entered the office. Usually you could muster a structured smile if you brought along a cup of coffee or perhaps ate a meal gentle enough on your stomach, but you missed both alarms despite you being awake far before the first set off. Perhaps it was a bad idea to keep scrolling through videos in the warmth of your blankets.

The chatter outside only grew louder as the hours went on, most coworkers stopping their data entry only an hour into it, the rest shortly following suit. Many have given you partially completed files, one of them even giving you a single cell entered into his spreadsheet before unceremoniously giving up. So, here you are. Picking up the pieces of half-assed work that was never yours while the others brought in takeout and booze to ease their tired bones and fill their empty stomachs. Must be nice.

In your lax state you easily slipped into a dreamlike state, eyes ever so slowly closing while your body slumped further into the worn out office chair, the most comfort you’ve had all day. You were so relaxed your brain couldn’t focus back in fast enough when the door to your office carefully swung open, the bright yellow lights outside of your dimly lit office shadowing the face that peered in, a gentle voice calling out to you, jolting your whole body in a fright.

“Pardon me-” The voice spoke just loud enough to rise over the Halloween music and hollering, an embarrassed chuckle following your fright. “My bad, I didn’t know if I got the right room.”

“No, no… Come in.” You straightened yourself up again, smoothing out your shirt and fixing the leaning tower of manila files that flooded your desk.

A man stepped through your door, a blue cap on and visibly dirt dusted tactical gear still on his well built body stepped into your lamplight, a folder in hand. If you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t deny how ethereal he looked with how his built framed was lit from behind you, the yellow light from your lamp giving only his torso a golden cast. His face was mostly obscured by his cap but his nervous smile of clear to you.

“Apologies. I was told to drop these off here.” The gentleman approached your desk in few, even steps, the folder stretched out to you.

It could have been the late hours of the evening or exhaustion reaching into your consciousness, but by the way your mouth hung open and your gaze lingered a little too long, you were nonetheless captivated by the gentle nature of this man’s smile. Your hand had instinctively reached for the manila folder, your eyes tiredly lingering on your guest’s features. He had scars, scratches and indentations that formed memories on his skin, though none of them hindered the soft lines of his jaw or cheekbones, the scruff of his beard lending maturity to his youthful skin, all to help frame his eyes that looked into yours. He was quite handsome, to say the least.

“Ah… Are you well?”

You felt a dial up noise in the hind parts of your brain, thoughts beginning to whirl again when he broke the silence. You snapped the gripped folder away, using it to partially cover your face in reflex, embarrassment burning on your cheeks. “Sorry! Sorry... I’m- a bit of a ways away from here, I think…”

He offered a snicker, smile only growing wider towards you. “It’s alright! Just making sure you’re still ticking in there. Seems like you’re working a bit of that overtime. Was scared I lost ya there.”

You could only offer a pained smirk, a sigh unconsciously leaving you. It seems he understood everything wrong in that one emote, shifting feet and letting out a sigh himself, almost as if to help relieve the tension that was building both in the room and with the party outside. “You have a lot to finish, then?”

You glanced over at the files that rested suspiciously on the edge of your desk, space being minimal on your work area even before you were handed the tall stack. “Yeah… I should be done by-” you flipped through them haphazardly, a few off the top sliding off and to the floor. You just sighed and left them there. “Christmas, perhaps.”

The gentleman chewed his lip, humming a note before picking up the spilled files. “With breaks I hope?” He questioned, which left you only with a half-hearted chuckle, your head lulling to the side in exhaustion just thinking about the work.

Thumbing the recent file open you glance over it in passing as your guest straightened out the pile of folders. “Sergeant Garrick?” You asked, glancing up at the gentleman. He nodded and offered a proper introduction to himself. Sergeant Kyle Garrick, a member of task force 141 with Captain Price.

“Most just call me Gaz, though. Much more friendly that way.” He shined his teeth in his grin, arms beginning to fill with an overabundance of files as he shifted the weight.

“What are you doing, Sergeant Garrick?” Piquing your attention and sitting straight up now, you watched as Gaz hiked the files as far up in his arms as he could manage while also peeking around the tower itself.

“Tidying up! Can’t get on with the merry and gay if you’re buried in paperwork.” He called out to you, already making his way to your office door with caution.

You stood from your chair and barely cleared your hips from the desks when you went to grab a part of the stack of files, the spontaneity of Gaz’s actions waking up your mind, finally. “No, no, no! These stay in here, I haven’t finished any of these yet!” He pushed the door open with his foot and knee, huffing at the struggle of nudging you away with his hip and propping the door open. “Sergeant Garrick!”

“Ah ah ah! Sorry love but these aren’t yours anyhow. Just returning them to their rightful owner.” He pushed past you with force, though only enough to knock you off of your path and stumbling you back. It shocked you just how unabashedly he changed demeanor and took the lead to whatever plan he had mustered.

“Sergeant Garrick!” You couldn’t help but raise your voice to him, calling out.

“Gaz!” He simply called back playfully.

You blinked after him, stunned, gawking at the way he hurried past the bodies of drunk partying coworkers. Seeing the sergeant the workers cheered out in praise, clapping as Gaz shuffled out of the department room. “Shred ‘em!” “Toss ‘em in the bin!” “Get those bloody things out of here!” Amongst other profanities towards the files Gaz carried.

Hearing the demise of all your hard work and the looming threat of your superiors shouting down at you, you picked up your pace to chase Gaz down, attempting to save yourself from the dread of being reprimanded for other’s actions. “Sergeant Garrick!” No response. “Sergeant! Sergeant Gar- Gaz!” You shouted again.

He slowed down, already making it to the elevator that was at the end of the hall. “Yes~” He elongated his words, a smug smirk on his lips.

“Could you please set those files down? I’m not entirely privy to the idea of being yelled at for your… Mishandling.” You did your best to glare at him, but your eyes were too tired and your shoulders slumped in defeat hours ago, making you look more like a pleading beggar. “Please?”

Gaz thought for a short moment, the mischief still in his eyes when the elevator doors slid open. “Hm… No.” And he stepped in, pressing a button inside. Your feet were moving to join him in that same second.

“What do you mean ‘no’? What are you even doing?”

“Taking these back. I see no reason for you to do all this work. It’s Friday! It’s Halloween, aren’t we meant to go knockin’ on doors and getting’ some sweets?” He grinned at you, waiting for the elevator to stop moving and open its doors, wide steps leaving you behind when you hesitated to follow.

“That’s for children, you know! I am not that! I have a job to do, sergeant Garrick, and you’re hindering it with your… Whatever this is- shenanigans!” You huffed at him, trying to widen your stride to keep up. “I have to get this finished, I don’t have all night.”

Gaz stopped all too suddenly, a grunt leaving you when you knocked into his back, stammering back when he snapped himself around. He gave you a moment to regain your composure, and wasted not a second more. “Gaz. And no. You don’t have all night and a night like tonight is much more suited for bars or costume parties. Besides, you also don’t look like-” he picked up a file from the sack, flipping it open and scanning it over. “Staff Sergeant Nicolas Wilkers.” He smiled at you and slapped the file back at the top of the pile.

You tried to explain, correct even, and speak up for yourself when he went back to his full speed as if he’s rushing to catch something. You hardly had a chance to form a sentence before he continued. “If that isn’t you, which it isn’t since you’re not even enlisted, then it’s not your problem. I don’t see why you should have to sort all these out on your own- Especially when everyone else has gone and jumped ship. Quite a crude lot, aren’t they?”

Gaz stopped in front of a door, vinyl lettering spelling ‘Nicolas Wilkers – Staff Sergeant’ on the frosted glass. Gaz wiggled the door knob when it didn’t turn, a curse slipping out under his breath when it wouldn’t budge. Wordlessly he crouched to the floor, dropping the stacks of folders onto the ground and unceremoniously shoved the folders underneath the door two or even three at a time, the sound of flapping pages and folders colliding being muffled on the other side.

“Gaz!” You watched in horror as he quickly shoved the large tower of folders shamelessly underneath the door, Gaz looking unbothered and even amused. To be honest, in the back of your exhausted mind and aching bum, you could care less about those folders once he started, the trek down sapping the last of your energy.

It only took a handful of minutes for Gaz to successfully push all the folders through the small crack underneath, standing up, dusting off his hands and pushing his fists to his hips in a triumphant huff. “There. Out of sight, out of mind, yeah?” He turned to you, where you just starred at him with a fatigued gaze. “What? I already told you, it’s not your work to worry about. We’re just returning to sender, hm?” His smile returned, two firm pats landing on your shoulder as he returned to the elevator.

“And where are you going now?” You exhaled the words, heavy with defeat.

“Going back up to Communications. We can’t forget your stuff, now can we?” He smirked, pressing a button. The doors started to close as the fried wires in your brain connected, a startled yelp escaping you when you realized what he said.

“No! You did enough already, I don’t need you messing with my stuff, too!” You shoved your hand in the way of the closing doors, though Gaz already had a propped hand up and in the way when you finally moved.

“I’m not messing with anything, love, I’m just getting your stuff. We’re going off to a bar; there’s one that has a little costume party goings on ‘bout a short distance away from base. Shouldn’t be too bad.”

Gaz looked content as you gawked at his idea, looking around the moving elevator as if searching for a hidden camera or other. Unfortunately for you and your exhaustion, there were none and you were left with the reality of Gaz speeding off the elevator and making a bee line to your office door.

You halfheartedly jogged after him, giving up when you saw the Communications staff were gathering their coats and belongings, tossing out their mess of bottles and crumbled papers into the bin. Some passed you saying good tidings, others patting your back in congratulations and ‘Good riddance of those blasted papers.”

Gaz had your coat and bag in arms when you weaved past your coworkers, closing your door and smiling at you when you stood face to face with him, partially shocked by your body’s automation to meeting with the sergeant.

There was a bubbling of something in your gut, something that left you a bit breathless and irate, something akin to anger.

But then Gaz smiled his gentle smile, looking right into your eyes with a level of sureness and ease that left that bubbling turn into butterflies for just a brief moment, your train of scrambled thoughts hitting a wall with a single word brimming with confidence.

“Ready?”

You blinked, one then twice then thrice, before exhaling fully. You didn’t know you were holding so much weight in your shoulders just then, the festering feeling leading to a moment of just breathing in the air. It smelled like a soft, powdery scent that one might get with a day’s long wear of cologne. It was lovely, how you missed it this whole time confused you more than Gaz’s insistent need to wedge himself into your workday.

Thanks to him, though, it seems that your work day has ended. Someone shut off half the lights to the department just then, nudging your focus back to the man in front of you. Turning around you saw someone wave to you both, calling you two to hurry up before disappearing into the hall. Leaving you with little else to fight for, you shrugged and relaxed your body with a sigh, reaching for your coat in Gaz arms.

“Ready.”

#sunny writes #cod mwii #gaz x reader #gaz x you #gaz x gn!reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod gaz #cod kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x you #gaz mw2 #reposting some of my other stuff to my main blog now #gaz supremacy whoop whoop

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I’m continually amused by the GO fans who think fans who ship Michael & David are some kind of shameful secret they’re afraid the guys might hear about. Guess what: their PR people (and Georgia) troll the interwebs looking for any mention of them, so not only are they fully aware of the shippers and what they post, they also know about thirst tweets, smutty comments, stalkers, and rude remarks about their bodies.

Don’t like RP shipping? Fine. No one is asking you to read the posts or the fic or whatever.

But what gives anyone the right to wag their finger in the faces of other fans and tell them who they can ship, what they can think, and what they can post? “BuT wHAt aBoUt tHeiR wiVeS anD cHiLdRuN?” is the usual objection. Trust me, if the PR people know about the shipping, so do Michael and David (and by extension, their significant others). If you think it bothers the guys that fans ship them or are worried their kids might someday see it don’t you think they’d tone it down instead sailing that ship every chance they get? (BTW the guys also know about the thirst tweets, smutty comments, stalkers, & rude remarks about their bodies, but I don’t see fans worrying about the kids seeing those.)

So the next time you feel the urge to trash RP shippers, ask yourself: why do you care when the guys clearly don’t? Do you also trash the fans who post problematic or smutty content or do you reserve your ire just for RP shippers? And don’t come at me with “it’s doing harm” because unless you’re consistently going after the stalkers and fans posting shit the kids shouldn’t see, you’re a hypocrite and your objections have more than a whiff of homophobia about them.

#good omens #fan wankery #proshipping #real person shipping #smells like homophobia to me #fan hypocrisy

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Craving - Vampire Dave Miller/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Urban Explorer Reader

Chapter 4

Rating - Mature

Warnings for mild blood and violence

Also available on AO3

taglist @yellowbunnydreams

He kneels in the darkness before you, the outer carcass of the yellow rabbit shed like some creature molting out of its shell.

The compulsion to touch and discover what he’s transformed into drives your fingers slowly forward, still cautious. As if able to see in the gloom his own fingers—human digits, no longer encased in steel gloves—halt your progress.

You hear his shuddering breath as his flesh makes contact with yours.

“Gently,” he warns, guiding your searching fingers to one smooth cheek.

“Does it hurt?” You frown, probing along the angle of his jaw, tracing the bone structure curiously.

“No. It’s…I haven’t been touched in a very long time.”

“Oh.” You begin to withdraw but his fingers touch yours again, trapping you against the side of his face.

“I didn��t intend to imply I wanted you to stop.”

“Oh,” you repeat again, at a loss for words. He releases his grip, allowing you to find the arch of his brow and map upwards, sinking into hair that feels thick and tousled, longer at the top and trimmed at the sides. Moving back down the slope of his nose you reach his lips, discovering them full and slightly parted, breath rapidly inhaled and exhaled between them.

“Stop. Right now!” he commands, reminiscent of the crueler tone he’d adopted when housed in the yellow rabbit.

“Why?” You let your hand fall back into your lap, puzzled by the man’s behavior.

“Because it would be too easy to rip your throat out right now.” You can hear him gritting his teeth, exerting tremendous effort to be still and not lunge at you.

You don’t know if it’s simply hunger for blood driving his thirst, or if it’s something more this restored form craves, your touches igniting something he’d long thought extinguished.

You hear him shift positions and think he’s rising to his feet. You can’t say for certain in the darkness but he seems tall, his shape towering over you.

“Rest a while longer. And then leave.”

The sound of the doorknob turning follows these commands. The door shuts with a loud click, pulled forcefully closed, the glass pane rattling in its frame, as if trembling in the wake of the pizzeria owner’s ire.

***

The man is nowhere to be found when you gather your things and emerge from the office.

Your flashlight illuminates a path but in truth you know the route by heart now, reaching the entrance shortly after. You pause at the pair of gaping aluminum door frames, waiting for a farewell, a curse, anything, but there is nothing but silence.

You cannot feel his gaze.

***

Last time, you had stayed away from the closed restaurant for a couple of months.

This time, only several weeks slide by before you are at its entrance once again, disappointed to see the interior still cloaked in shadows. Perhaps the man is more comfortable dwelling in them after all this time. There certainly isn’t any reason for him to go out of his way to accommodate you. After all, you are little more than a blood bank for him, just a source of sustenance, and a poor one at that.

Except, you think, maybe not so poor.

After all, you’ve freed him from the terrifying suit. That has to mean something. Your blood has changed him, enough to restore some part of his humanity. What might more do for him?

What would it mean for you own nature if you kept sacrificing yourself?

“You’re back early.” Somewhere nearby his voice rustles like dry leaves stirred on pavement by an autumn breeze, disrupting your reverie.

“I thought you’d need my help.”

“Need your help?” he scoffs. “Hardly.”

“You wouldn’t even be standing there if it wasn’t for me. You’d still be in that security office on the floor.” You don’t know where your sudden boldness comes from. Perhaps it’s easier when it’s just the man, devoid of the frightening countenance of the rabbit costume.

“My restaurant wouldn’t be destroyed right now if it wasn’t for you either,” he retorts.

“That was an accident, and you know it.”

You hear him snicker. “Tell that to the corpses sitting in the dumpsters.”

Your breath hitches. “Is that…is that what you did with them? Threw them in the dumpster?”

He barks a short laugh. “What, did you think that I was going to bury them? Perhaps hold a memorial service?”

A lump forms in your throat. “No. I…I don’t know.”

“Precisely. So don’t come here insolently thinking you’re going to be in control of what happens. This is my establishment. Your blood is mine. Your life is mine. I own you.”

You turn as if to leave and you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, crushing you against his chest, his mouth beside your ear.

“Now where do you think you’re going? I didn’t give you permission to leave.” His body is impossibly warm against yours. His lips dance just above your neck, teasing the sensitive skin. “You want the lights back on? You know what you have to do to get it.”

“You do need me,” you whisper.

“Is that what you want to hear?” He presses a kiss into your hair, inhaling its fragrance deeply. “Fine. I need to taste you.”

The words make you shiver.

“This is going to hurt,” he warns, the teasing tone vanishing from his voice. “More than you’re accustomed to. But afterwards…” He kisses the side of your throat softly, your pulse quivering against his lips.

And then his fangs sink into you.

The pain is intense, completely different from his previous feedings on your wrist. You feel on fire where his mouth latches.

Now, unrestricted by the costume, he has full access to you.

One hand braces your chin, manipulating your head so you’re not in the way of his drink. The other presses against your lower abdomen, keeping you slotted against him. You cry out, the sound echoing loudly in the room. It’s impossible to stifle and he does not reprimand you.

As close as he is, you want him even closer.

He’s cast that spell again, you still don’t understand it, but in the moment, when he’s feeding from you, you lose control. The pain eases over the barrier into pleasure’s territory and you reach a hand up, knotting fingers in his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

He’s warned you about this before, but you can’t stop, the feel of him so close, it’s so intimate, the way he’s taking everything from you…

And then his head shifts, lifting free of your grasp and he withdraws his teeth, the fingers replacing them firm against your throat. “You’re playing with fire,” he cautions, but there’s no malice or anger in his words this time. He cradles you against him, giving you time to recover. “Interesting,” he murmurs, noting the puncture marks are no longer weeping blood. A change in his saliva perhaps, something that accelerates clotting, or maybe it’s something in your own body responding to the injuries, enhancing the healing process.

You feel oddly keyed up, full of adrenaline. You’re not exhausted, like usual; you’re exhilarated. Something in the exchange of your lifeforce is evolving both of you.

You don’t know what you’re becoming.

***

You drift off eventually, the suddenly energizing feeling evaporating, leaving you newborn weak, and awaken to the soft glow of neon lights.

Something cushions your head and you realize you’re lying down on the floor, resting on the man’s thighs. He’s tucked against the front of the stage, head tipping to peer down at you, rewarding you with your first sight of him.

He’s gorgeous.

You don’t really know what you’d expected, but not this. His hair is the darkest shade of brown just before it verges into ebony, contrasting with pale skin. His face is all angles — high cheekbones, strong jaw, long nose — but it suits him. His eyes are pale, hooded, the lower lids sooty smudges with shadows like eyeliner. And then there is his mouth, so gloriously curved compared to the rest of his sharp facial features.

You see the softest curve of a smile, one fang easing gently free, reminding you of what he really is.

“Have a nice nap?”

“I didn’t think I was going to be able to sleep.” You’re not sure if you should attempt to sit up or not. You’re comfortable, and the man looks content enough. “I don’t know your name,” you realize out loud.

“You never asked.”

You wait for him to tell you and realize he won’t offer up the information unless you ask directly.

“Okay, I’m asking. What’s your name?”

“William.”

William. You try the name out silently, thinking it suits him.

“Is that…are you wearing a security guard uniform?” You’re just noticing the faded gray shirt with iron on patches, a loosely knotted thin black tie draped over his chest.

“Indeed it is.” His lips twitch again, as if he’s enjoying some secret joke.

You decide to sit up then, casting a wary eye at the stage behind your companion, relieved to find the curtains have been drawn shut once more, blocking out the bloodstained mess you’d encountered during your last visit.

William draws up a knee, one arm draping across it, leaning further into the wooden support his spine rests against. He’s all limbs, long and lean, the only disparity the broad shoulders that taper to a narrow waist. You know you’re staring and you can’t help yourself.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” You drag a fingernail against a groove between the black and white linoleum tiles, suddenly shy, your eyes sliding away from him.

“Look at me,” he commands, and you obey, because you have to, because he wills it.

Because you want to.

***

You pace the corridors of the pizzeria, admiring the crayon drawings on the walls, the distorted figures vaguely resembling children and their beloved animatronics. The yellow rabbit appears in some of them, not as you’d seen it, but years ago at the height of the restaurant’s popularity, when it had looked friendly and welcoming with its jaunty purple bowtie and dapper shiny buttons.

You try several tokens in one of the crane machines and after a few unsuccessful attempts manage to snag a small pink cupcake plush, an accurate looking rendition of the one carried by the chicken animatronic.

The lights are brighter now, powered because of you, and it both excites and frightens you.

You feel William watching you, and you no longer mind.

Something is echoing inside of you, a faint melody humming beneath your skin, the answering chorus resounding within the establishment, within the man that’s stealing you away drop by drop.

“Have you tried to leave?”

He folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the shattered remains of the prize counter. “You know I can’t. I’m tethered here.”

“It might be different now. Since you’re no longer trapped in the suit…”

“It makes no difference. To attempt to leave would end my existence.” He tips his head to one side, the gesture reminding you of the yellow rabbit. “Are you so eager to unleash me upon the world?”

“What would happen if I did?”

“I don’t think you’d care for that result.”

“Don’t you miss your family? Surely there’s someone…”

“There isn’t. Not anymore. There’s nothing for me out there. Everything I need is here.” He pushes off of the counter, frowning. “You’ve stayed long enough. Don’t return so soon next time. It spoils the vintage.”

“I think I did okay,” you reply defensively, gesturing to the lit surroundings.

William shakes his head.

“So that’s it then? You’re not going to say goodbye?” You step towards him and he backs away. You see it then: the faintest quiver along his jaw, the tightening of bone and muscle, struggling to be restrained, reminding you that he could tear you apart in seconds.

Walking away from the promise of that imminent destruction is the hardest thing you’ve ever done.

***

You return bearing the scent of petrichor, the musky earth tones from outdoors lingering as the skies open and weep upon you.

This time you do not have to seek William out.

He’s there by the entrance, watching your approach with hooded eyes. You inhale and feel his answering exhale. The building pulses behind him, a waiting heartbeat.

You crash against him, a wave breaking upon stone.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #dave miller x reader #dave miller x you #springtrap x you #springtrap x reader

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tf2playernames · 11 months

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The legendary Kell of the IRS, Taxis thirsts for your life savings.

#player names #submission

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utopia-and-broken-cynics · 4 months

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Rosabella Beauty is a curious child.

It's the common consensus of her tutors and her mother, fielding her endless questions, and on going sentences.

She starts reading her way through the royal library when she's six, balanced on her chair as her mother watches her tear through book after book.

Rosabella is a curious child.

It's not always a good thing.

She's not supposed to be in the room, for one, when the doctor tells her father that her mother is dying. She was just trying to find out where they were hiding her birthday present so that she could get a headstart on her new book.

She's not yet supposed to know, for example, that things around the kingdom are getting worse, more monsters, more unrest, something dark coming.

Rosabella is too curious for her own good, and isn't that the trouble.

Things were bad and then her mother died. Rosabella is guided by her tutors and father to start studying religion, to start working to unlock the ability to Seal the Darkness.

It's been in her father's line for ages. If her grandmother wasn't dead and buried, she could have taught her.

Rosabella is a princess.

A capital-P Princess, in fact, the Princess.

She has to learn royal duties, and learn how to use some magic she doesn't really care about, and find a way to balance her mother's charities and ball planning duties with her own increasing role in the kingdom.

She's thirteen. She's still curious, but now...

Well, now it's annoying, disruptive. Inconvenient.

She sneaks to learn about the technology one of her Sheikah friends is working on, sneaks books on her actual interest into her room, sneaks sneaks sneaks.

Everything she's read says the magic will come. She can read and pray, pray, pray, until her eyelids droop and she gets distracted by hunger, or thirst, or the sounds of bells ringing telling her it's time to head to bed.

Her father says she isn't trying enough. Rosabella is helping to uncover technology that was used in the ancient past to fight the Calamity 10,000 years ago, and she's not trying hard enough.

Like she can just wake up one day and use magic.

Princess Rosabella is a curious child.

People around the castle said it openly, fondly, when she was little. Now, they whisper through their hands, peering around corners, not wanting to inspire her or her father's ire.

Princess Rosabella being curious is a known fact in Castle Town, just visible from the castle. Maids and knights go home and speak to their families about how bookish and smart she is.

How little she cares about her magical heritage, how she thinks technology will save them from a magical threat.

They whisper about how she needs to mind her manners, even if she's royal, needs to stop sulking around, even after long days. They whisper about how her father needs to share the history with her, not expect her to learn it on her own.

They wonder if Hylia looks down upon her. Some of them say she doesn't.

Rosabella wouldn't agree with them of course. Not yet, not this young.

Curiosity is her greatest gift. She's not letting it go just because the weight of Hyrule and the world rests on her.

#rosabella beauty #eah: botw/totk #ever after high #cynaposts #eah posting #guyssss rosabella's hard to write but I tried #when I write the fic it's so over for y'all

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I can't think of a specific question, but I'd love to hear anything about Godeater ! That wip scratches a very specific itch in my head it's very satisfying <3

hi after 80 years i’m finally answering this teehee 💀

something i haven’t fully talked about is how The Under mirrors The Upper.

like The Sun, The Waning Moon is “guarded” from those who would sneak to snuff out its power. however, the waning moon doesn’t have as much power as the sun, so not many go after it; leaving the “guardians” of the moon more freedom to do as they please.

the guardians of the waning moon are the 6 SINS; some of the first demons to defect from the upper after lucifer. the most powerful of the sins is avarice or “ava” (greed) and i’ve talked about him a bit before (and i love him) but i don’t give the other sins as much attention so let’s talk about them!!

also as a side note the sin gluttony doesn’t exist. why? cuz ava killed him :))))))

anyway tho:

(1) IRE (the SIN of wrath) -> she/her

ire is the resident hot head of the sins and the second shortest, taller than ava by a mere inch. she wears her hair in spiky ponytails, half red, half purple, and while she has a bad attitude she actually avoids cursing and tends to insert nonsense words into her speech when she gets really upset. she loves sweets and cute things but hates when people call her cute. very much a “that’s cute i want to break it” energy. she’s the third strongest of the sins but the most likely to whoop some ass bc of aforementioned anger issues LMAO.

(2) HUBRIS (the SIN of pride) -> he/him

literally the most flamboyant fag on planet earth i’m not even joking. he’s a diva and a model; tall and pretty with long hair and thick lashes. he’s overconfident but also loves to hype other people up, and can be extremely dramatic, his emotions a constant whirlwind. he cares about people very very deeply and always wants to lend a helping hand or ear to those in need. he’s actually the second strongest of the sins but is perhaps the least likely to use his powers. he hates blood and gore but if you really manage to push his buttons (he keeps them secret so it’s less likely) then he’ll tear you (the bitch) apart :3c

(3) PASSION “SION” (the SIN of lust) -> they/them

sion is team parent, the second eldest of the sins (younger than ava by a tad) and always looking after the rest of them as though they were their children. they’re very patient and mature and seem almost conservative in their appearance… though what they get up to in their own time is between themself and their partners lmao. despite being lust, like ava is greed, lust extends to a variety of different things and their thirst for companionship, care or affection runs deeper than only surface level sex. if they want something they want it in every way they can attain it. ava considers the two of them the most alike; very unassuming but carnal in every sense of the word :)

(4) APATHY (the SIN of sloth) -> he/they

the most similar to his calling card of the entire bunch, apa tends to be the most lowkey of the sins. he’s the most likely to stay behind and watch over the waning moon, and while he isn’t always a napper he does prefer a sedentary life. he does hibernate tho i need to figure out when and how, and to compensate stays awake 24/7 without needing sleep when he’s not in hibernation mode. low fi beats, music, and pillows are his jam.

(5): COVET “COVE” (the SIN of envy) -> they/them

cove is the youngest of the sins and has a big inferiority complex in being so young. they don’t have as much power as the other sins, and their childish ways do get the others to look after them quite often and they just want to be wise and powerful already. secretly they do enjoy the attention and enjoy being babied which is something ava and hubris tease them about a lot much to their chagrin, and they usually have a monopoly on sion’s time; the two of them go everywhere together. as they continue to gain exposure to the waning moon’s light hopefully they too will become just as powerful a sin as the rest of them :3

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