#it gets a bit silly up in there when i lose consciousness!!!
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u have some awesome dreams . give me them👁️
njkhdcjd actually tho of the three i remember u sharing it's interestign that all three involved you being some sort of whimsical creature (i'm counting altsar as a whimsical little beast he's very silly and fun to m e)
WOOO YEAH i love talking about my dreams they are so Strange um putting all of these under the readmore bc. they are so fucked up sometimes SJFLDJFLJSJF these ones are more horror oriented bc those are some of my favorite ones. i am just listing 4 for now, because this post got very long. i can post more of them later maybe. i have a LOT more but these are just semi-recent ones i can access easily.
warning for descriptions of body horror, gore, injury, death, and parasites (big maggot) and images of body horror and parasites.
1: had a dream a was a little victorian boy (like 3 or something) on vacation with my family and we were on a train but oops!!! we got on the demon train by accident. the conductor surgically removed all of the skin off my face, taxidermied it, sewed it back on, and then sent me to a shadow mirror realm for 18 years. i got back to the Real realm and it turns out it had only been 3 years for my family; but they had still all been distorted beyond recognition and made into worse versions of themselves. my father had turned into a weird goat man, my mother resembled a deep sea fish, and i couldn't remember what happened to my sister or brother. they also didn't recognize me because i had aged 18 years. the rest of the dream was me trying to reverse their transformations.
2: had another one in which i was trapped in an extra-dimensional liminal space that changed and grew as i explored it. It had video game physics which is always fun. when i walked there was view-bobbing and my hands were always visible in front of me, like a first person shooter. i could also sprint jump and b-hop and side sprint and stuff like that. there were also small creatures that latched onto me and tried to kill me, but my hands were extremely lethal (they caused instant burning pain to whatever they touched, and if i pressed my hands against a living thing it would 'melt') so i was able to fend them off. this meant i was basically unbeatable, but could still be hurt.
^this is vaguely what i looked like. i could only see my hands but i'm pretty sure the rest of me wasn't 100% human. i'll draw something better later maybe.
3. a more tame one i had recently was i got trapped in a fantasy video game by accident and ended up in a village that used pinecones as currency. so i had to grow pine trees. and then this other guy started growing saplings on MY farm plot and i was PISSED. he showed me his farming techniques though so i let him stay. time passed very quickly, each hour was a new season, so four hours was a 'year'. i did not realize the implications of this until about two weeks (about 80 'years') had passed. the npc villagers started aging and disappearing and the guy who i planted trees with turned to face me and his face was rotting away. he told me i took too long.
4. less tame one. I had a giant maggot parasite that replaced all of my organs and it tried to control me via telepathic mind battle?? but. i won the telepathic mind battle. so now i WAS the maggot. and i was piloting my own body with weird nerve things and instead of organs there was just a giant maggot in my abdomen but i WAS the maggot and i could feel myself inside of myself. it was like if you could feel your organs against the inside of your skin. incredibly unpleasant sensation. i had to hide the fact that i was a maggot because usually the maggot wins the psychic mind battle and kills people so if my doctors found out i had a maggot parasite in me they would kill me.
^diagram of parasite in the body. the red is the 'nerves' used to control the body. the brain of the host and parasite become merged, which is how i 'became' the maggot. the maggot could also like. climb up the throat and peek its head out of the host's mouth to maul people with its fangs.
#asks#ask to tag#tw: body horror#tw: death#tw: gore#it gets a bit silly up in there when i lose consciousness!!!#also despite most of these sounding like nightmares i honestly had a blast in these dreams.#sometimes the funnest ones are the most fucked up ones! or im just used to them maybe
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ILLICIT THOUGHTS
A/N: i had to, i just couldn't not write something about this picture
WORD COUNT: 1.3k
WARNING: sexual content
SUMMARY: Harry has been nothing but professional when it came to you, but the short skirt you wore to the office seems to crumble his whole act finally.
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After basically murdering the treadmill with his deadly tempo, now it’s the punching bag that’s suffering from Harry’s frustration. He came down to his private gym with the pure intention of getting rid of the images that haunted him all day, but the more energy he is putting into his workout, the less he feels in control of his wandering thoughts. It’s completely insane.
He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you. He’s been successful at keeping his fantasies tame even though the day he interviewed you for his assistant position he definitely wanted more from you than just your professional help, but he pushed it all into the back of his head, but today changed it all.. He knows that he is your boss and you’re his assistant and that the fantasies he’s been fighting all day are definitely way over any boundaries between employer and employee.
But fuck, that short skirt you wore today is to blame for it all!
He has seen you in outfits that appeared a tad bit riskier than your usual office attires, but nothing got his imagination rolling like the short, tight little skirt that hugged your curves today. The moment you walked in with his morning coffee in your hands and his eyes snapped from his phone to your legs, the thoughts that evaded his mind were nothing but obscene. Filthy.
He even had to hide his erection while you went through his schedule for the day, walking back and forth in front of his desk, he couldn’t tear his eyes off you and remembered absolutely nothing of what you said. He had to pretend to take a phone call to get you out of his office so he could calm himself down enough to start working, but the fantasies stayed with him all day.
He throws another punch into the bag and it’s so hard it almost flies off the hook. Harry groans as he catches the bag and stops it from swinging around. This is not working, it seems like with each punch he just pushes you more and more into his consciousness and he fears he won’t be able to get you out of there. How is it that he is still so hung up on the images his brain has created? They are not even real, but the feelings they are causing are for sure.
Your silky looking legs are still walking around in his mind as he starts punching the bag again. But then you’re suddenly sitting on top of his desk… your skirt is riding up, exposing your round ass… he can see you bent over the desk, begging for him to touch you… your naked pussy is now right in front of him, so wet, so sweet, he wants to devour you and–
His punch gets out of control and this time the bag actually falls off the hook.
“Damn it!” he groans, sweat dripping down his face as he gets rid of his gloves and just throws it at the bag, leaving the mess untouched. Walking out he heads to the bathroom and he is quick to fill up the tub with ice and water. This is his last chance. He needs to ice his fantasies before they get way out of hand and become a problem.
Harry strips out of his clothes and with a series of curse words he gets into the water, the ice immediately practically burning his skin. It’s like Hell.
He loves it, in a weird, masochist way.
Normally he would only spend about a minute in the tub, but this time he knows he needs more. Slowly, his body cools down, his muscles loosen up and finally… his mind starts to clear out.
It’s blank. No thoughts. No feelings. But the blissfulness doesn’t last long.
His phone is beside the tub and it chimes from a text, the sound breaks the silence and he exhales sharply as he reaches for the phone, thinking it might be his mother or sister with something silly. But then as he looks at the screen, he loses his head again.
Your smiling face is shown next to a text in the notification.
“Don’t forget, you have an early meeting tomorrow morning with Jackson Morgan.”
It’s a simple, innocent, work-related thing, you’ve sent reminders like this before, but this time… it’s not that simple.
The fantasies flood back into his mind in a split second and not even the ice cold water can keep his body cool and calm. In a blink of an eye, he is hard again.
“Shit, shit, shit!” he jumps out of the water, his cock shamelessly hardening with every passing second and by the time he stands under the shower, he is almost bursting.
This time, he can’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around the base. With his eyes closed, one hand planted onto the tiled wall, the other one impatiently jerking himself, he gives in and lets even his dirtiest thoughts take over for once and for all, hoping he just needs to get you out of his system somehow.
You, on his desk, your back arching from the top as he pounds into you.
You, bent over his desk, your ass perched up into the air, begging to be spanked and fucked.
You, sitting on his lap while he sits in his leather chair, kissing up his neck, riding him like a good girl.
You… you… you…
He imagines you in every possible position he could ever think of. All of his filthiest, most outrageous thoughts finally burst out of the box he’s kept them in in the back of his mind all this time and he just simply can’t stop until he finally finds his release.
Normally he likes to take his time not just when he’s with a woman but when he is pleasuring himself, he loves the teasing, the edging, he is not a fan of just a quick fuck, but this time he comes way faster and harder than ever. His face is all he can think of, he can almost hear you moan his name, his fingers pulling his hair and just like that… his cum is going down the drain along with the water, his half hard cock still in his hand as he tries to regulate his breathing.
But when the pleasure worms down, shame takes its place and it’s heavy and thick.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, his chest heaving as he grabs a towel to dry himself off, hoping it would rub the shame off him as well.
How will he look you in the eyes in the morning? What if you wear something short again? He will never be able to look at you around his desk and not get hard instantly, thinking of the scenes that just gave him an insane orgasm. He shouldn’t have given in, because it only provided temporary relief, but now that he has let his fantasies loose, they will never let him rest.
He is fucked. In the worst way possible.
But little does he know, that in the meantime in a small apartment that you call your home across town, you’re lying in bed, the skirt you wore to the office today thrown into the hamper, your hands between your legs, eyes rolled back into your head as you’re pleasuring yourself. Thinking about none other than your boss, taking you on his desk, letting you ride him in his chair, or pounding into you from behind while you’re watching the city through the floor to ceiling windows of his office… His hand holding a handful of your hair as he pulls on it…Fucking you like no one did before, because you haven’t been able to think of anyone else since the day he interviewed you for his assistant position…
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ITS MEEEE HIHIIII :DDDD
Can we getttt
Valeria, Soap, König and Price with a s/o who's a medic? or someone who does like navy stuff in the military with them ? pretty pleaseee
okay thank you buh bye :3
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Hello again! I did the medic request! I hope it's alright!
Price, Soap, Valeria and König with a Medic!Reader
Price: Oh, poor you, you’ll likely be overrun with work. Price knows you’re competent, that you know what you do, and thus you’ll likely be assigned all of his rowdy boys. It’s not uncommon for Soap to get hurt doing who knows what, so he often needs to be patched up. Same for Gaz. Those two will likely become patrons of yours. Price does also believe that you getting along well with those two would be a good thing, though. After all, you’ll be protected and the lads will get patched up. However, if you complain about getting too many injured people, he’ll tell the boys to go somewhere else for the time being. Every time Price gets hurt, however, he will ask to see you. Yes, he is an adult and can take not being babied by you just once, but he becomes a bit grouchy when another medic takes care of him. It’s nice to simply have your loved one take care of you. He won’t go out of his way to get hurt to see you, but if you’re working nearby he might ask you if you’d like to grab some tea or coffee with him before you both go back to doing what you do. You, too, are always welcome to knock on his office and ask to see him, he’ll try his best to make time for you. You always work so hard, you’ve earned a nice little break. If such a thing even is possible, and you wanna come along for a mission, he’d be hesitant. Don’t get me wrong, Price loves you and he knows he and his boys are in good hands with you, but he’ll make the world stop turning entirely if something were to happen to you. Thus, even if you insist on coming along, he’ll simply give you a kiss on your forehead and sternly tell you to stay. Don’t argue with him, he’ll always find ways to get you to stay. In the end, you’ll both just end up worried for each other, no matter what.
Soap: He’s kind of stoked to find out you’re a medic for his Task Force. Soap is a diligent guy, but he can also be a bit reckless at times, ergo it’s not so uncommon for him to get hurt. Sometimes the rookies just need to be shown who’s boss, other times Ghost needs to finally realize that Soap is stronger than he looks. Sometimes Soap will hurt himself for no other reason than wanting to see you. It’s nothing severe, sometimes he’ll come see you for a cut on his finger and joke about how he’s bleeding to death, consciousness fading already. Give him a bandaid and a kiss to his forehead and he’ll be on his merry way, claiming to have found a miracle healer every time. He’s so in love with you, he makes it everyone’s problem. His, yours, Ghost’s, even Gaz keeps hearing about your “magic spells” (a kiss on his wound). You and Gaz will also become good friends throughout your career, Soap and him always spar with each other, go overboard and end up hurt. Please scold the both of them, they won’t listen to a word you said, but they’re more inclined to be careful than if Ghost were to say something. Sometimes Soap likes to compare you to fictional medics he’s heard of. And yes, he has asked you to speak in a silly German accent before. It cracks him up every time you make a reference to Medic from TF2. If you ever were to join him on a mission he would be as stoked as he’d be horrified. On the one hand, everyone gets to see how cool you are, on the other you might get shot and not survive. That’s a risk he’s not particularly willing to take. Yes, he would consult Price about it and maybe tip the scales in his favor so you won’t have to join him after all. He’d rather die himself than have you die on the battlefield. You can argue with him all you want, he’ll always say Captain’s orders if you ever wanna come along. Losing you is the worst thing that could happen to him, so he’ll do what he can to keep you alive.
Valeria: Once she figured out you’re a medic, which was likely very early on, you’ll be the only one to ever treat her wounds. She’ll likely also be the only patient you’ll ever see. Her goons can have someone else, someone less guarded who she couldn’t actually care less about. You’re all hers, you’re safe and sound with her, kinda, and you’ll make sure she does well in return. It’s a constant give and take with her. You can chat with the others if you so please, but you’re not supposed to say that you’re a medic, no matter how badly you want to help someone. Some dick could plot revenge against Valeria by taking you out first, and she will not have that happen. At best, you don’t work for her at all and work somewhere else, even if that would make seeing each other a bit more difficult. As long as you’re not working for the Mexican Special Forces, she’s content with you working just about anywhere. However, please do help her whenever you can. You’ll be the only one she trusts with just about anything medical. She has some knowledge about it herself, but yours surpasses hers. You can stitch her up all you want, as long as she’s able to walk again after a while, she’s happy. While she won’t ask and whine for one, she would appreciate it as well if you gave her a small kiss on her (not severe) wound. But only if the two of you are alone, no one needs to know you’re together. You can insist on coming along all you want, you won’t. Valeria will chuckle a bit, put your face in her hands, and tell you all the good reasons why you won’t be coming along. Absolutely no one needs to know who you are, no one needs to know in which way you’re affiliated with her. If Valeria dies on the battlefield, that’s one thing, but they won’t take you along with her, dead or alive. Your chances of coming along are zero because she’s the boss and she gets to decide who lives and who dies. You’ll live for as long as possible.
König: He’d probably be a bit surprised to see you on a KorTac base just like that, helping out. But he wouldn’t mind you being there. Like Soap and Price, if he gets injured he’ll ask to see you, even if he won’t exactly disclose what your relationship is either. You know each other, that’s all everyone else needs to know. He’d use this time to catch up with you, chat with you about anything and everything. More often than not, König is on the battlefield, risking his life for money, so it’s nice to get some downtime for once and not have to worry about getting shot. Although he knows you’re likely busy, he will try to stall for some time whenever he can, he doesn’t get to see you that often, after all. König doesn’t get hurt very often, but whenever he does, it’s usually something pretty bad. He doesn’t complain about the pain, he doesn’t whine about it either, he simply gets it treated after the mission is over. He’s broken a lot of his bones already, but they’ve healed every time. He’s not reckless per se, just not always very lucky. Most of his injuries come from his surroundings rather than his enemies. He’ll never forget the panicked look on your face when he came to you almost nonchalantly, hiding his pain as some shrapnel was stuck in his shoulder. This man’s body is littered with scars. Just take good care of him, and you’ll have yourself a happy little soldier, though. Unlike the other three, he doesn’t really see the problem with you tagging along for a mission. A good medic is always needed, no matter where you are. Sure, he’s well aware you could die, but he’s confident enough in himself to be able to protect you. Besides, you’re trustworthy and good at what you do, they’ll always need you. Just be prepared for König to be a bit clingier with you than he usually is. While he isn’t as worried about you dying, he is aware of the risks. Stays with you until the mission is over, or until another soldier he knows he can trust, such as Horangi, has come to cover you.
#cod#cod x reader#john price#john soap mactavish#valeria garza#könig#konig#john price x reader#price x reader#soap x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#valeria garza x reader#könig x reader#konig x reader#I am so sick right now that I can barely even walk#sorry if these aren't as good but I really wanted to get them out on time#that's the reason#I hope I can get the last headcanons out on time as well#sorry if I can't but I'm really not feeling very good right now
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talk about kinoga. NOW.
GAH
I JUST THINK THEY ARE SO............. well first of all. they are so cute and handsome. look at them right now
Second of all I have one million feelings about them and it's barely an exaggeration. For those who aren't familiar, Kinoga is one of my beloved splatoon ocs and I think about them all the time. Originally made when I tossed a "what-if" idea about Trito, my first splatoon oc, who was once part of the octarian military, if he runs into one of the old squad members on the surface, and Kinoga was born with the help of @igneouskit. Brainworms ensue. its terminal. check out their toyhouse
(extremely brief rundown for those unfamiliar with splatoon lore the relevant bits are as follows: some octolings are part of a military that were forced underground after a war with the Inklings over land due to rising seas. At some point during the plot, the song Calamari Inkantation is sung by the two idols, which is apparently imbued in the DNA of all creatures and compels octolings to see the surface. In the splatoon 2 DLC, octo expansion, some octolings are recruited by a shady company called Kamabo Co, which entices participants to enroll in tests through a deep sea metro, and offers the "promised land" as a reward. Completing the tests entails collecting parts of a blender, and the "reward" is getting blended into sludge. This sludge can get injected into other octos which causes them to lose their will and consciousness ("sanitization").
timeline-wise much of their story takes place between splat 2, through octo expansion, and is currently in the splat 3 era. When they were still in the military, they ended up hearing the Calamari Inkantation like Agent 8 did. Kinoga and their squad were incredibly close to each other. Unwilling to just up and leave the underground but wanting to give their squadmates a better life, Kinoga hears about Kamabo's "promised land" and wants to seek it out, so they leave the squad to embark on the metros and promises to return. They do not <3 Some of the tests make them encounter sanitized octolings and they begin to question what's really happening in the metros. Their tipping point is when they run into Agara, one of their squadmates that decided to enter the metros to look for Kinoga and ends up being sanitized. Kinoga, facing the crushing realization that their squadmates had followed them, unaware of the danger, narrowly escapes being killed by Agara and eventually makes it to the surface.
This results in them experiencing a good amount of crushing guilt about leaving, they never knew it would lead to the possibility of dooming their whole squad that followed after them because they were loved and trusted. Kinoga had no way of letting the rest of them know that they should turn back and it's so. AAUGH. They have no choice but to continue on, finding life on the surface and eventually making it to splatsville with the belief that the rest of the squad may be gone. Agara and Trito end up running through the metro, Agara gets sanitized and Trito survives, albeit without getting a nasty scar from an accident that nearly got him sanitized.
Trito makes me insane also. he's my funny silly rabbit. I care about him so so much. trito goes through the metros, to maybe catch up with kinoga or meet them at the promised land, trusting that it was worth leaving if Kinoga decided it was worth it for all of them too.
Trito, upon learning about The Horrors in the metro later, realizes what could have happened to Kinoga and Agara and is unwilling to return to the rest of the squad with this knowledge, struck by the possibility that they're both gone. <-also has to realize that these horrible things have been happening to all the octlings that left to go do the metro tests. He too, eventually escapes to the surface and makes it to Inkopolis.
Years later, Trito, on a day trip to Splatsville, encounters Kinoga on the streets, and they lock eyes. and. fuck. They thought they were dead and had dealt with the grief and accepting that they were gone, effectively pushing those thoughts aside, and now they're physically in front of each other and they have to deal with it again. they make me SICK. Kinoga knowing that trito went to the metros and followed them and made it out also. Trito knowing that Kinoga experienced the horrors as well and survived. Neither of them able to return to tell the rest of the squad but they're both here, alive on the surface and aarrghhhhhhh. now they have to cope with this. they hastily exchange contact information, having to leave each other again, and end up meeting later to really catch up.
I'm so normal about kinoga and their relationship to trito post-domes. They don't even realize that they miss each other so much because they accepted that they were already gone. Seeing how much the other had changed. Being each other's only tie to their previous lives and it dawns on them that they never can move on from this. Kinoga struggles to tell Trito that they couldn't bring themselves to go back, not knowing if they could escape a second time, not knowing if any of their teammates were still left, already dealing with occasional spurts of being wracked by grief. Trito feeling the same, wanting to forget the terrible things and find happiness on the surface, but disheartened when learning that Kinoga also couldn't bring themselves to go back to look (though now that the both of them are together.....they do eventually muster the courage to go back to the domes to look for their old squadmates). It like. sucks so bad. They didn't intend to abandon their squad, but they were given circumstances where they just could not, and none of the other squad members could have known and suffer for it. aarghhhhh.
They end up at Trito's place, Kinoga and Trito end up being very affectionate towards each other after reuniting, definitely Trito being clingier...Compelled to hold onto each other and not let go, not after feeling so much regret about leaving in the first place. It's like. they left once before and terrible things happened out of their control, so they're allowed to hold each other as close as they can so it doesn't happen again (THE DEMONS) (GRIPS). it's irrational for Trito especially to think that he'll never see Kinoga again when they have to leave, since they live in separate cities and have to go in the morning. and kinoga knows it's irrational and they do their best to comfort him anyways because. who could blame him for wanting to keep them there after being gone for so long and so unexpectedly. The slow, crushing experience of not fully registering that someone could be gone and it creeps up to them until it hits. auuuuugh. they have to be so tender with each other, not really knowing where to take things afterwards but relishing in the moment of having each other there. riding the high of each other's comfort. fuck. this post is just getting worse as it goes. Trito breaking down in Kinoga's arms because he's had to hold in his grief and having nowhere to put it and then finally being able to release it. just being able to feel Something again. kinoga feeling so heartbroken to see trito like this, remembering that he was always so outspoken and smiling and having him curled up against them unable to say anything. holding him as tightly as they can. Feeling the need to take good care of him. They aren't his squad leader anymore but they still feel compelled to look out for him because then they can feel like they're doing at least something right. whatever. you guys get the gist. I'm way too much of a sucker for like...............pained intimacy. I'm down terrible. I think both of them deserve a little kissy and more. again. very touchy and affectionate with each other, I guess theyre still like "friends" (A WARRIOR'S BOND. OR WHATEVER) and are not "together" like a couple but here are words from igneouskit who put it better then I could ever. they love each other so much and they make me blow up. worlds most situationship
and also one bit I forgot to mention is that Trito has a huge scar on his chest that he hates talking about, it just brings back the fear and pain felt when he got it, and by association reminds him that he's alone from his squad who may never see again, so he's very protective of it. Upon getting back to kinoga, they do find out about the scar accidentally, and Trito lets them. like auuuugh they were so familiar with each other and now get to see what's changed since the last time. exploring eachother's bodies. whatever
Kinoga also ends up feeling really guilty at some point for Trito being immediately so affectionate towards them, they harbor thoughts that they don’t deserve it after having him go through that pain, and trito having to tell them that he made his own decision, nobody was forcing him to go, and besides, did it to see kinoga and now that they’re right in front of him he can give him all the love he’s been holding for them. Auuughhhh. Like don’t worry about feeling guilty for it. It wasn’t their fault. What matters to him now is that they’re both alive and with each other. I feel like blowing up
Even after Kinoga goes back to splatsville the next day trito is still aches about them......like a few days of reunion could never be enough to compensate for the years that they spent apart. every time they meet up after that trito jumps in kinoga's arms and kiss them like it was the first time they'd reunited
anyways. they eventually go back down to the domes to find the others. By that time, Agent 8 had dismantled Kamabo, the Sludge shit was no longer in operation, and octolings have started going to the surface. Kanu, another squad member, left the domes to find Kinoga, Agara, and Trito(jilon was another squad member who left for reasons I haven't decided yet). Denchu, the last remaining member, stayed behind, holding on to the hope that the missing members would someday return (denchu is a whole other can of worms. theyre everything to me and I feel so terrible for them <3). Trito and kinoga meet denchu, they update them on everybody else, leaving agara unaccounted for. Kinoga, who was the only one to see Agara firsthand, knowing that she might be completely unsalvageable, hesitates to bring it up, but Trito insists on going to look for her. aughhh. kinoga wants to spare trito the pain of seeing her dead or unconscious. They do eventually find her </3
She is alive, but not doing well at all, Kinoga desperate to maybe find some way to undo sanitization and restore her to full health, knowing full well that it may not be possible. They take Agara back with them to the surface and Kinoga spends a lot of time agonizing again over having caused this, feeling that agara's state is somehow their fault (ITS NOTT they're beating themselves up so bad for this because they feel responsible for the squad. aughhh).
I think thats all I have for kinoga. for now. obviously there are more thoughts I can get into but currently my brain has just latched so hard on trito and kinoga's fun situation and I love them so much. didn't think I'd get attached to them this bad but here we are </3. I hope everyone who has read this far also enjoys them as much as I do
#THIS TOOK FOREVER TO TYPE. KEPT GGETTING SELF CONSCIOUS ABT HOW MUCH IVE ALREADY TYPED FOR THEM IN OTHER POSTS#my ocs#my art#trito#kinoga#splatoon#splatoon ocs#THEYRE SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I have been so crazy about them. so crazy. this post doesnt even encapsulate all my thoughts about them#basic arc(?) in chronological order and some thoughts also#cant even describe the like. aching. burning. thinking about kinoga#like I need to kiss them of course but (AGONIES) trito misses them so so much.#loves them so so much and has to deal with it when it floods him all at once during the first encounter#sorry if none of this is like. comprehensible#I've been so ill about them and trito for weeks#these thoguhts are usually for rotating them in discord servers but you all get to get blasted by them all at once#STRUGGLED so bad to write this out because every time I had a new thought I had to go lie down and think about it#anyways. anyways. care about them so much. what ever#its still mostly about trito since he's like my 'main' character but kinoga still gets roped into these feelins#also joked that if trito ever gets a partner itll be like#'this is my partner'#'and this is my friend kinoga who id die for and trust with my life and kiss on the mouth'#more realistically trito just loves all his friends as closely as he would a partner. he has so much love in his heart#blows up I just reread this I think I used ‘crushing’ as an adjective like 4 times. whatever
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𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐲 | 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔
SUMMARY: in which you and charles finally come clean about your feelings.
PAIRING: charles leclerc x reader
WARNING: unrequited love(???), sexual innuendos, charles is a simp, a bunch of confused drivers
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Charles is jealous. He isn’t too proud to admit it but if the sinking in his stomach and the anger rising in his chest isn’t jealousy from the sight of your date’s arm around you and the bright smile painting your face then he doesn’t know what it is.
Not that he has any right to be jealous. You and Charles are only friends as you’ve repeatedly told yourselves and anyone who asked. Friends who share the same bed nearly every night and can’t seem to keep still without parts of your skin touching but definitely just friends. It doesn’t matter if he spends every hour of every day wanting to kiss you silly till your lips are swollen or if he wants to rip this man’s arm off its socket for touching you because friends are what you’ve always been and perhaps it’s all you’ll ever be.
“Best friends,” you corrected back in eighth grade as you were losing your consciousness after falling down a tree while he screams for someone to help my goddamn friend. He thought best friends is way worse than just friends but he’d never voice those thoughts out loud. While you laughed and gently corrected anyone who mistook the two of you as couples, he died a little bit inside.
He loved you as soon as he learned the definition of the word. He’s spent most of his childhood adoring you, the entirety of his adolescent pining after you and how fucking pathetic is it that now, as a considerably successful adult, he still spends all his days wanting you.
“Who’s that with Y/N?” Carlos asked, catching the sight of you in the hotel lobby, grinning ear to ear at the man before you.
He, Carlos, Pierre and Daniel had decided to raid the hotel’s open bar with Charles being the culprit who dragged all of his friends along after learning that you’re going on a date. If you saw him drinking alone at two in the morning, you’d surely pret over him, asking him questions after questions if he’s alright but if you see him drinking with the other drivers, you’d pass it off as them just winding down after the race weekend.
Charles chugs another bottle of beer, glaring at your figure. “Don’t know.”
Charles watched as you went on your tiptoes, planting a small kiss on the man’s cheek before you waved at him goodbye. He tries not to scoff as he watches you watch your date leave before finally turning around, immediately catching sight of the group of drivers. The hotel restaurant and the open bar is just by the lobby and so with a grin on your face, you’re heading to them.
“Bonjour,” you greet with a smile, taking your usual place on Charles’ side. “Taking advantage of the open bar, I see.”
When you lean in to place your usual kiss on his cheek as you’ve done in your twenty years of friendship, Charles moves to the side, unable to let you touch his skin after you touch another man’s. He almost wanted to take it back and offer himself to you when he sees the look in your eyes, the rejection puzzling you.
You lean to his side, hand unconsciously placing themselves on his thigh, immediately making Charles stiffen at the contact. How can you touch him without feeling as though your heart is about to burst? How can you be so close to him without being so aware that you can almost hear your bloodstream? How can you breathe his air without wanting to crash your lips with his? All everyday struggles he has to deal with for loving you. Everyday struggles that he puts up with because he’d rather love you without receiving the same love back? He’d rather have little of you than have nothing at all.
Pathetic really. Charles has spent the last twenty years pining after you, dating women after women in an attempt to get over you. He’s tried to distance himself but the sight of you in front of his house, tears streaming down your face as you asked if you’ve done anything to make him no longer want to be your friend was pure cruelty.
But as you place your chin on his shoulder, he thought this might be just as cruel. “Are you okay, Charles?”
“Fantastic,” he couldn’t help but quip, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He knows you’ll notice it but in his drunken stupor, he can’t find it in himself to care. Maybe it’ll be good if he just lets go of everything, maybe it’ll finally free him from the self-inflicted torment of you.
Your eyebrows furrow together and he can already see you becoming irritated. You’ve always had such a quick temper in things like this. “Qu'est-ce qui se passe avec toi?” What’s going on with you?
At the other side of the table, Pierre turned to the two of you, hearing your question and the tone of your voice and Charles’ cold demeanor.
“Rien, Y/N.” Nothing. Charles rolls his eyes. He’s pushing you, he knows. Is he pushing you as a subtle way to punish you for being oblivious to his feelings or is he pushing you so you’ll push back and he’ll have the chance to explode, to be mad and angry and start screaming. “Peut-être que tu devrais plutôt t'inquiéter de ton rendez-vous.” Maybe you should be worrying about your date instead.
“Seriously?” You ask in english, voice rising a little and cutting Daniel’s laugh as the others began taking notice of your and Charles’ tense shoulders. “This is what you’re being an asshole about? Increíble. Estás actuando como un maldito niño.” Unbelievable. You’re acting like a damn child.
Your change in spanish, your mother tongue, is fluid as though you hadn’t realized you’ve done it but all it does is fill Charles with more anger. Being unable to understand you is infuriating him more than it should.
“Giving all your time to men who treat you like shit,” he mutters angrily. “Men who don’t deserve an ounce of your attention e poi vieni strisciando da me dopo che ti hanno spezzato il cuore, chiedendomi di sistemare le cose come sempre. They don’t fucking deserve you.” then you come crawling to me after they break your heart, needing me to fix it for you like always.
The two of you’s constant change in languages is giving the three other men a whiplash. Carlos, the one who can understand both Spanish and Italian, suddenly wished he had popcorn with him. Pierre looks concerned as he watches the two of you, having seen this scene so many times before. You two loved to dance around your feelings instead of just saying it out loud and he knows there’s no point in trying to intervene now. Daniel, who can only understand the English aspects of your conversation, looks confused as he watches.
Your eyes are fiery as you face him. “Who deserves me then?”
And god, Charles loves the way your eyes lit up in anger. He loves the way that fighting with you gives him the same adrenaline as going over 250 miles on a race track. He loves the way you ignite this much life out of him as though he’s free falling from a thousand feet up, his soul leaving his body as you leaned into him, your eyes challenging him to tell the truth for once, to just blurt it out. But his lips remain shut, his jaw clenching and his eyes holding the same fire it does yours.
A cold smile lips the corner of your lips as you let out a humorless laugh. You figured. “¿No quieres salir conmigo, no quieres tocarme, no quieres follar conmigo pero te enfadas cuando otros hombres lo hacen?” You won't date me, won't touch me, won't fuck me but you get mad when other men do?
Carlos, who was drinking water, choked at your words, his cheeks turning pink. He suddenly really really wished he’s unable to understand you.
And Charles really really wished he’s able to resist you because you look so beautiful right now as you scream at him that he feels like his heart is jumping out of his chest. You’re a damn tempress, made to test him and drag him to hell. He can’t help but stare at you, feeling as though you’ve bewitched him.
“Forgot to use your mouth?” You taunt, enough to have him moving.
Before either of you could react, his lips were on yours, hungrily claiming them as you stood in shock, trying to process what was happening. It only took you half a second to reciprocate, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck as you pulled him closer to you.
“You talk too much,” he mutters as he keeps kissing you, making you grin as you clutch at his shirt.
“Took you long enough.”
taglist: @ricsaigaslec @dragon-of-winterfell
#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc x y/n#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc one shot#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc imagines#f1 one shot
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notes on kickoff ch.7
hellooo if you're here thank you for taking the interest! i just had some creative notes i wanted to get off my chest with the release of ch.7 lol i felt compelled to do so with this one i'm basically journaling here. you can read this after reading ch7 here!
I. on gojo's feelings
as for why didn't gojo just tell reader how he felt at the end of the chapter, and instead only says what he does. i think i rewrote this ending like five different times, he was never supposed to tell her at this point based on my story planning, but i did explore the idea of a dramatic confession here regardless, and it didn't fit for lots of different reasons
for one, i think he's finally able to put himself in reader's shoes. it's true he's pretty dense and obviously has commitment issues/valid fears that keep him from opening up, but that still doesn't mean he hasn't hurt reader in a lot of different ways already. he realizes, whether intentionally or not, he's led her on and to do a complete turnaround within a few hours while she's already trying to process rejection as she is clearly withdrawn from him i believed would've been selfish on his part, and could possibly cause even more hurt over the fact that he could come off ingenuine. gojo is finally emotionally aware of her enough to recognize it, but he's not a perfect person so it still slips through that he's distraught at the thought of never seeing her again. in general i'm of the opinion that if someone asks for space, you respect that unless they say otherwise
of note, just because he realizes that he has these feelings, doesn't necessary change his fears, as no single moment can undo years of trauma, so i think that's why he bites his tongue too. i'm not keen on making this a "woman fixes man" story but i moreso want to embrace the sentiment that you don't need to resolve every single bad thing that's ever happened to you in order to embrace love or happiness.
II. on gojo's commitment issues
i know it was brought up in the first gojo pov that he has issues committing to just one woman, but i wanted this chapter to reveal that it's really just his fear of opening up to people due to the still raw loss he feels of losing someone he loved. i aim with his pov to be more of a stream of his own consciousness rather than from an omniscient observer, which may explain the ambiguity. he's not sure if he's able to open up to a person in a way he knows is normal and healthy, so he settles on shallow connections instead. just wanted to clear this up, and say that it won't be any sort of plot point in which he struggles to be sincere or faithful when he seriously wants to commit to someone as he has no issues with that if he truly wants to be with them (unlike the whore he's been so far in the series lmao)
III. on strawberry vanilla soda
btw i've never had this flavor of soda i'm not even sure where i came up w it loool or if it even exists. i was kind of toying with the idea of gojo seeing reader's message on the can during the match, and that would maybe help him get more focused on the field (sooo sports romance cliche but i still love it haha) but i settled on him seeing it afterwards to kinda parallel the clumsiness he's had with reader so far. for some reason, the universe just doesn't want him to get his timing right with her lol
IV. on angst/conflict
i know ch7 was a bit differentttt less gojo x reader and more just gojo lmfao, it was also a bit angsty. it definitely won't stay angsty throughout the remaining chapters. this was just gojo's lore drop chapter LOL. there will still obviously be angst here and there, but i've got a lot of fun, cute, tense, silly, passionate, messy scenes still planned similar to ch5&6 because i prefer writing those kinds of scenes haha. ultimately this story was always meant to be a full-circle romance, so ch7 was to lay some of the emotional groundwork that gets brought up as the story builds to its climax
that's all i have to saayyy if you actually read this whole thing i love you?? lol. ch7 really emotionally resonated with me as i wrote it, both as someone who understands how gojo feels but also as someone who understands how reader feels, and if it resonated with you too then that makes me very happy and that's ultimately every writer's dream haha. was very cathartic to share these thoughts. i hope to see you in the next oneeee <3 have a wonderful rest of your day!
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boyfriend obito headcanons
[🗼] just because I've been feeling a bit silly about this little guy, and I know I already have hcs of him but,,, it's not enough
and YESS I may have been off for a year but i'll always have that annual Naruto brainrot that lasts like six months lool but thank you lots anon love yaaa
character: obito uchiha
genre: sfw; fluff; nsfw
warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; silly obito; everyone happy au bc uwu; mention of insecurities; slight size kink
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-god, obito has been in my mind lately, and how could he not? he is sooo boyfriend material, he created the basic rules for a relationship to work, he is basically the creator of love
-he is just so silly at the beginning of your relationship!! like!! as if kakashi wasn't the reason you two got together because obito couldn't just go and confess to you!! are you nuts?? he'd lose it
-speaking of which, his confession was probably so messed up, but!! he didn't want to, wouldn't allow you to confess because he has that idea that it should be him who brings the relationship to a start
-"may I have the honor of being your boyfriend?" type of guy
-he literally asks everyone for advice and that's probably how you ended up knowing his feelings. obito told everyone and his friends just passed the word until it landed on you
-regardless of that messy start--obito will remember it and feel bad about it until the day he dies--, obito is a great boyfriend, like I said, he is a bit silly and the thing is, he may have idealized relationships too much
-obito may have watched all those stupid cliche movies in secret and thought that's how relationships are supposed to work!!
-would get into a fight for you, write you love letters, plan a secret date. any situation that appears on the kissing booth movies he is so willing to recreate them lol
-obito believes there is no such thing as the "3-month honeymoon phase" LIKE all the time, all the months, all the SECONDS he is with you should be honeymoon phase. only to be reinforced once you two get married
-of course it is beautiful and everything he does makes your stomach flutter with joy-- he is a gentleman ALWAYS, he holds the door for you, steps in first if it's a new place, and goes behind you everywhere
-and ok this is a bit angsty im sorry but this silly dude right here is very insecure okay:( I gotta be real here
-he didn't have a lot of recognition when he was a little boy and that may have messed him up a little. he will always feel like he is not enough for you, and that may cause some arguments sometimes
-he just says that you are too much for him and that he doesn't provide you that much and you're just like obito please go to sleep it's 4am
-and that's the tiring part probably: that he has these random bursts of self-consciousness at the most random times. you two are just eating and talking about some things your friends did, and oh obito just got this tight tug at his chest the second he thinks too much about your or his male friends. or even if he just saved you in a mission or whatever and it takes him like three business days to realize that he could have done a better job at rescuing you
-just be thoughtful with him ok because he seems the kind of guy that goes to sleep thinking about everything you said, nice or rude. overthinking king
-aside from his little insecurities heheh obito is giving you princess treatment like always and duhh if he doesn't do it, he beats himself up. obito has some "traditional ideas" about boyfriend and girlfriend, such as the woman should always receive flowers, never go alone in the street, and always have something of him with her (like a picture hahah silly boy)
-if you're into something like a sport or ballet or just something that's similar to a performance, he will be there at EVERY show or game, he will not miss any of them, and the day he is not there, that's probably because he is dead
-he is there holding the largest and most obvious poster with your face on the middle and the most Tumblr phrase he could think of. he blocks the view from the people in the back but he does NOT care
-if you are into something more private, obito will always be so happy providing your with materials and just his sweet time watching you as the most marvelous creature the gods ever created
-he always has the best intentions for everything. if something goes the wrong way, he is so devastated. say that you have too much work/paperwork/homework lately and he just wants to relieve some stress off your shoulders!! poor baby just made things worse: everything is on the wrong place and just his help wasn't helpful. obito feels stupid and dumb. he ends up cooking you something
-obito has all the love language because mmm his partner should feel loved in all the possible ways. just give him quality time and that's enough for him
-but overall, great boyfriend, he is your number one fan, admires absolutely everything you do and when you're not looking, little hearts form in his eyes when he looks at you, he is just so smitten he might as well just ask you to marry him after three weeks of dating
nsfw ->
-man gets hard just by hugging you
-please do not make fun of his condition okay:( he was just sexually restrained as a teen, and just overall shy about anything that had to do with sexy times
-my own hot take but obito probably stayed virgin by choice. like he was desperately waiting for the one to lose his v-card with because otherwise he feels like he is betraying his true love
-and ohhhh obito has NO idea of the beautiful, marvelous, oozing body he possesses. he is big, strong, tall, thick, and just mmmmm
-the first time you mention somehitng about his physique, he gets all flustered!! if you were in the middle of the act, he would need two minutes to calm down or he will cum by just hearing sweet words
-beautiful dick OBVS, he doesn't know how to use it, lets be reals. if you are his first time, he is so messy. his movements are so asymmetrical and have zero rhythm. after a few times, he learns
-I can only dream about obito's cock PLEASE. large, thick, curved just the right way to make you squirm. just BIG. his dick just springs up every time he takes his pants off and it hits his abdomen in the most sensual way posible. cock possible as large as your head whaaat
-his pre-cum is so bitter!! the first time you tasted it, you made a face. his cum is even sourer. obito feels a bit bad but he understands and doesn't say anything
-you are literally what matters during those sexy moments. he does not allow himself to feel any pleasure before you. it takes you a lot (just kneeling) to give him a head
-please all your sounds should be moans, or whimpers, or small screams of satisfaction, because if he SEES, or hears, or just senses that he may have hurt you, he stops completely and doesn't touch you until you convince him you are fine
-king of aftercare
#obito uchiha#uchiha obito#obito x reader#obito#naruto#obito uchiha x reader#obito headcanons#obito uchiha x you#obito x you
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John Price x reader headcannons
price’s turn and i am not holding back… reader is she/her pronouns. NSFW indicated in post!!!
this is the last of my intital headcannons series!! thanks for the support on all of them (königs has 700 notes like what the fuck)
Price is furiously loyal, and the second you join his team he takes you under his wing
Doesn’t let anyone give you any shit and pushes you hard to be the best you can be because he see so much potential in you
Always gives you tips and never makes you feel bad about making mistakes. He’s the first person you turn to for advice
You definitely have had a crush on him for the longest time because of how he treats you so well and you feel a little silly about it, after all he’s your captain and you think he sees you as an annoying little sister
He has noticed your crush, but doesn’t tease you. He sees how you always watch him when he’s around, and how you blush when he praises you in the field
Tells himself he is not going to cross that boundary, but he can’t deny that the knowledge of you liking him makes him feel on top of the world sometimes
Secretly he recognizes that he feels a little bit more than just friendly feelings towards you, and feels guilty about it because of the age gap and that fact that he is your superior
Until he sees you get injured during a mission, he doesn’t even know if its severe but the second he sees you go down he just blacks out and his only priority is saving you
Which is certainly out of character for him
You’re shot in a non-critical area. Hurts like a bitch but you’ll survive as long as you dont lose too much blood. He absolutely will not leave your side anyways
“Stay with me,” he murmured, dragging you to a safe area while everyone waits for evac
Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are all exchanging glances because they know something has changed but they don’t say a word
The days following you are drifting in and out of consciousness in the medbay, and he is always there when you wake up
You’re confused but it makes you feel kind of warm and light as well
Once you wake up in the dead of night because you feel like you are absolutely freezing and you look over to see him sleeping in the chair next to your bed
You try to reach over him to grab a blanket off the shelf over his head so you dont wake him, but the pain when you lift your arm causes you to let out a loud hiss
He wakes up and is like, “No, no love let me get it for you.”
Literally tucks you in and feels your head to make sure you don’t have a fever
When you ask him why he is here so late he just sits back down slowly and puts his face in his hands
“I think I love you, kid”
Shocked is an understatement and you try to ignore how loud your heart is pounding
“I think I love you, too, John,”
There is nooooo hiding this relationship. His eyes never wander very far from you and while he isn’t big on PDA sometimes the man cannot resist putting his arm around you
He hates anyone you hate. He is the ultimate shit talker and blindly takes your side in any argument
Gives you hand massages at the end of a long day
He is extremely lazy on his days off like it is near impossible to get this man off the couch and away from either the tv or a book
He likes just existing near you. A perfect day for him is cozied up with you, both reading your own books and drinking tea
He is one of the most organized and neat people you have ever met
Even his sock drawer is color coordinated
Buys you a toothbrush and toiletries for his place and is just like, “well you might as well just move in!” (smooth price)
Mornings waking up next to him are something to write poetry about. His voice is raspy and laced with sleep, he feels so rough and soft at the same time
Big on cuddles when sleeping. He runs so hot too you probably end up overheating but like, how could you say no to cuddles when he looks so cute?
Not afraid to pout to get his way
Makes you breakfast 90% of the time
Sends you voice memos on your phone instead of texting because he thinks its faster
Uses the 😄 emoji so excessively
Pats your head a lot?? Its endearing
Offers to drive you everywhere even if he doesn’t need to go with you
He really likes taking long drives with you. When he’s been having a hard time, it’s his favorite way to unwind and get his mind off of any bad thoughts
Fills up the ashtray in the car and just drives you to the most beautiful places
Loves trying new foods with you, and hes not picky at all this man loves flavor
When he holds your hand he runs his thumb back and forth over your hand. Its very soothing
Hums when he’s cooking. Throws in a whistle here and there
Dreams about marrying you all the time. When he does propose it’s going to be the most well thought out and beautiful experience
Very private, just you two. Takes you somewhere significant to you both and asks the question and you swear there are actual stars in his eyes
He’s just a guy full of love to give, alright
NSFW BELOW THIS POINT
He is. so. incredibly. passionate. Wants to feel every inch of you
Makes you say what you want before he gives it to you. “Gotta be specific, love. Just wanna give you exactly what you want.”
Obsessed with you on your knees, will put you in that position any chance he gets whether you be sucking him off in the shower or he has you on all fours taking you from behind
eye contact... he WILL grab your jaw and force you to look at him
He goes slack jaw when he cums
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#captain john price#john price#price#price x reader#captain john price x reader#genie writes cod
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The Lost Family - The De-evolution Of Man
Harry Miles is a total mess breaking in to my home like I don’t know what at midnight the next morning but he comes tumbling no more barreling through the glass door to my home. I am hoppy from my bed picking up my pat as I race down staircase to the main floor to see him drunk as ever stumbling around like a damn fool but I catch him as he leans on me and I walk him back.
I lay his ass on to the chair leaving him for a few seconds to get some rope to tie him down upon my return and begin to strap him fine wrapping his body with the rope wound under my control. I think to myself walking to my two beautiful former glass doors locking them up, drop the blind to the floor in exhilaration for the event, and flip the lights on as it goes dark then the lights are blinking on and off.
I look at him in that light sweater jacket and jeans and sneakers looking quite nice all I want to do is take him as mine simple just a mind wipe and began undressing him till he is lift solely in his underwear. Standing in front of him I giggle waving my hand in his face as he is frozen in time awaiting all the changes I have planned and show him a shiny white crystal ball flipping it in to the air.
“Beginning now I want you to let your eyes go slowly letting your graze crawl upward in to the ceiling looking at that amazing shiny star floating in the sky so circular in shape to your amazement. It is spectacularly a stunningly glorious object, a crystal ball if I am not wrong because you can’t help but to melt in to it falling deeper in to its trap you are lost.” I spoke to him.
“The crystal ball starts brim with light before it glows up shining perfectly through the hall in to the room everything fades from both of our existences removing you for this entire environment. Watch Mr. as you lose Harry’s consciousness disappearing from reality in to the lower tracks of the mind he lands in the subconscious walking on to an elevator to his own doom.” I continue.
“Harry please descend further don’t look at him because I am your ruler above all things my dear. it is time you let go of the manly utter bullshit, the drama because you are a man but you are a boi. The time warps by as the floor below you rips apart free falling in to abyss as a clock stands by you rolling back in time as your age reverses to a young adult.” I lead him to his end.
“Oh Hey daddy!”
“How are you?”
“Great!”
“Wonderful! Let me untie you “
“Daddy?”
“Can we speak?”
“Sober up first “
“Ok daddy”
“Give me some time “
“Take your time”
“Listen to me”
“Do you know who I am?”
“You are my daddy”
“Which one?”
“My only one”
“Silly”
“I love you daddy”
“Me too”
“What did you want to speak about ?”
“Where were you ?”
“I’ve been here”
“All along “
“I have been so lost”
“We both know that”
“You been traversing through town”
“Drunk”
“Hurt”
“Cold”
“Sad”
“Embrace me “
“I am your son”
“All I see is you”
“You can help so many”
“One day at a time”
“I need to reset you”
“I want to be happy”
Harry is a good boi over the weeks since I have wiped him clean because he has been at my side every day except for his job and when I am away from him to his dismay and am bit of ire. I bought him a men’s necklace with a special silver project telling him he has learnt his lesson so well at the moment and he needs to be rewarded to show him he is so amazing.
While he is at work one day I decide to throw him a birthday party calling all of his friends to the house that night but I need to get him out of the house for a few hours and work is necessary evil for him. As he drives off I am enjoying my victory over him making more plans for the future because he is then start of everything to be and eventually his down full will be my greatest feat.
“You are being so damn unfair dad” he yells frustratingly.
“Go to work now”
“Fine!”
“Will you be here later?”
“Of course but work hard”
“Alright!”
“Come here”
“Stop complaining “
“Sorry! I am afraid”
“Of what?”
“Losing you “
“That will never happen”
“Kneel and wrap your arms on my waist “
“Yes dad”
“Focus on my face”
“You are safe with me”
“You love when I rub you “
“Get up and go to your job”
The end
#jon bernthal#adult to kid#mind alteration#mind warp#mind break#mind corruption#mind control#reprogramming#hypnosis#mind conditioning#gay mind control#mindfuck#hypno slave#The Lost Family
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(some) of my thoughts, rambles, and theories- bucchigiri?! ep 6
oh boy... that was a lot. an end to the gang war arc, and soon, the start to a new one. i want to start off by saying the animation was awesome this episode. all the action, emotional moments and small bits of comedy hit where they needed to.
i think it's interesting that it's not just that mahoro absolutely ROASTED akutaro, she also inspired arajin to kick his ass. NOT JUST because he has a crush on her, but because she refused to run, which is what arajin has been doing- it's a wake-up call for him to get some of his shit together.
it's also made blatantly clear that arajin does care about matakara.(the first person he sees when he gains consciousness is him getting fucking beat) hopefully next ep we get to see how their relationship develops from here. obviously they're not quite there yet, and i still think they're going to have a fight at some point- the next conflict focusing on matakara, and arajin showing us how much he's grown.
also, now that akutaro has been defeated, i wonder how ichiya will merge with matakara? how will matakara's conflict, brother, and ichiya and senya's past together play into this? will it be at the expense of matakara himself?
i also don't think this is the end of arajin's development, it's just the start. he'll always be a cringefail loser, but i think what ppl need to realize is that's okay. (his battle cry is still that he wants to lose his virginity, but that's not all there is to him! he beats up akutaro regardless.) he can be a loser and have development. he's not just one or the other, just like the rest of the characters in the show. they can be silly, beat people to a pulp AND have their own emotional moments. the show so far allows all of it, i think that's what makes it so great.
i can't wait to see where the show goes next!!
#i'd also talk about how this ep expanded on the lore while also showing the relationship between outa + marito but i feel like-#people have already talked about it better than i could#this ep really sold me on marito + his rivalry w kenichiro too#there really is respect between them and its great#everyone gets beat up this ep no one is left unbruised#akutaro is terrifying#arajin tomoshibi#matakara asamine#mahoro jin#bucchigiri?!#certifiedlesbianvampire’s rambles
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Kings of Spades - Part 1 l Luca Changretta x M!OC
Series Summary: They haven't met in...ideal circumstances. Yes, that's what Juliusz would call getting hit in the head and awakening strapped to a chair, beaten to a pulp, only to see a pompous douchebag of an italian in front of him, speaking something of a "deal." Arriving in Birmingham, Luca Changretta was confident as ever in making sure the Shelbys pay for his families murder. Turns out, things are going to get very complicated. As a bright and cunning lawyer working for the Brummie gang makes him lose something he hasn't lost in a long while...focus.
Warnings: none except your typical Peaky mild violence and swearing
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A/N: Hiya! This is my first time posting any writing on Tumblr, so bear with me xD Anyways, enjoy this silly self indulgent thing, i'll appreciate any feedback greatly.
Grease, the smell of tobacco, the metallic taste of blood still on his tongue and teeth. Sensations of taste and smell came back all at once when Juliusz slowly regained consciousness. Through half-opened eyelids, he saw blurred figures in front of him, two in the back, one very close. He could work out a general shape and some colours, a tall frame and dark clothing, something that looks like a hand coming towards him. When he feels a few gentle slaps on his cheek Juliusz only groans, still not used to consciousness, he feels the cuts and bruises all over his aching body.
Then, his sense of hearing came back.
"Well, I've tried all I can." A sarcastic and lazy drawl came from the closest figure. "Wake him up, will ya?"
The hard slap echoed through the room, tossing Juliusz's head to the side, his ears ringing and face burning as he cursed loudly. He opened his eyes fully, only to finally see a face attached to the voice from before. Juliusz tried hard to put together who this time wanted to kick his teeth in. Slicked back dark hair, an unusual lack of a cigarette, in its place a toothpick, a truly nice suit, looking at how it's cut, Italian sewn perhaps? His train of thought was halted when the man spoke up.
"There he is!" The stranger exclaimed, almost as if he was seeing a colleague he hadn't seen in a while. "My men roughed you up good, huh?" He grinned, the toothpick now bit down between his teeth. It seemed more of a rhetorical question, really.
Oh, of course. Of-fucking course it's the Italians. Ever since they slipped a black hand in Juliusz's briefcase on Christmas, and as he later found out, to everyone associated closely with the Shelbys, Luca Changretta, and his mob have been waiting to get someone besides John on their trophy wall. No wonder Thomas wanted to get the Shelby lawyer better security. Juliusz foolishly declined, thinking he didn't need a few extra Brummies running around him. God, he thought he was being careful when he stayed late hours working in the Shelby Company Limited office. Just leaving the building, he thought about the black hand he still kept in the briefcase among the many files he worked with, when he heard someone running up and then-...Then he woke up here. Alas, now isn't the time to think how you stepped in shit, now it's time to think how you're going to step out of it. Juliusz said nothing yet, patiently waiting for the Italian to continue.
Changretta circled the chair, looking down at his prisoner.
"Tell me, how come a hired lawyer gets so close to the Shelby inner circle?" Juliusz feels almost studied under his glare, as the Italian finally takes out and throws away his toothpick somewhere in the corner. The lawyer feels stuck, even more mentally than physically. How much does Changretta know? What exactly does he want to know? What exactly is Juliusz allowed to disclose to save his skin? Knowing Tommy, it's most probably nothing. A bluff seems like the best approach for now.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir." He begins, trying to sound more confused and frightened, more like a civilian. "I'm just a simple lawyer, I do their dirty work in court, that's all."
This only gets a chuckle out of Changretta, who nods and muses as if he really is considering what Juliusz said.
"You know, my family worked with a bozo like you, a lawyer who wanted to earn some extra cash on the side. Turns out it's easier to just bribe a judge. A lawyer always knows too much, gets into everyone's business, it's too risky in this line of work." He steps in front of Juliusz's chair again and squats down to meet him at eye level. "But you probably know that, because a little birdie told me that you do more than lawyering for these vermin. You must know a whole lot, Mr. Fe...Feh..." His monologue is cut short by linguistic difficulties.
"Ferenz." He cuts the Italian off. His facade of "confused civilian" is left behind. He raises his head and sits up straighter, almost as if he wasn't just beaten and kidnapped, but on a very strange business meeting.
"That's it." Changretta nods, then averts his gaze as if in thought. "Polish, right?" He snaps back, god, now Juliusz does feel like on a business meeting.
"Yes, though I can imagine you knew that already."
"Eh, lucky guess, my boys thought you were Russian or something. I didn't have your file on hand." He shrugs and Juliusz could swear he saw one Italian give another a clip of money behind their backs. "So, a glasses-wearing Poindexter, suspected commie, and a polack to add. Tommy Shelby sure likes to keep odd company." His shit-eating grin is infuriating, between that and the complete power he had in this conversation, Juliusz felt humiliated, his wit and way with words could always keep up with people like Thomas, but now he feels like every syllable he wants to say is stuck in his throat, piercing and scratching with dryness.
"Ask him about that yourself. I'm of no use to you." He finally let out.
"You should give yourself more credit." Changretta pointed his index finger lazily in Juliusz's direction.
"No no, I give myself enough credit, thank you." He chuckled, then kept on a serious face as he continued. "I mean that I'm of no use to you because I won't tell you anything."
It seems Changretta was anticipating that answer, a heavy silence fell between the two men. Juliusz noticed that Changretta lost the grin from before, replaced with a furrow on his brow and a scowl on his lips. The elegant hotel room they were in felt suffocating, he didn't know if an hour passed, or maybe just a few seconds when the Italian leaned slightly forward.
"You're saying that as if you have a choice." Changretta was looking at an unspecified area on the floor when he spoke instead of looking at Juliusz, then, he finally looked up at him. "We both know you're not dying for them." The slightest of smiles graced the Italian lips, Changretta had him, and was waiting for an answer.
"Fuck you." Juliusz spat. He felt as if his blood was boiling under his skin, there had to be a way to fix this, he needed to speak to Thomas or Polly if he'd ever get the chance to again. God, Changretta's right though, Juliusz likes Thomas, and his family even more, but even if he died for them withholding information, the Italians won't stop until Tommy Shelby has suffered enough.
"Name a price." Changretta halted Juliusz's train of thought yet again.
"What?"
"Name. A. Price. For your..." He repeated. "law services." A lazy hand gesture exaggerated the point Changretta was making.
"What could you give me?" Juliusz leans back in his chair, still trying to regain at least some composure.
"For your help putting Tommy Shelby out of his misery..." He speaks clearer, the lazy New York drawl less noticeable. "...anything you want." Changretta says the words in a half-whisper, almost like a hushed promise.
The lawyer's mind wanders to his wants, and needs, sure, he could wish for an obscene amount of money or power, but he doesn't want any of that. It's too obvious if he wants to play along with Changretta until he finds a plan to get out of this. The best he can do for now, is to ensure at least some people's safety.
Juliusz finally closes his eyes and sighs deeply. "...Arthur Shelby, Michael Gray, and Ada Thorne. Spare them." He says firmly, his eyes could drill a hole through Changretta's as the Italian chuckled at his demand.
"You lot and your connections..." He turns to one of his goons and says something Juliusz can only assume is Italian.
"Well excuse me for having friends." He quips, eyeing the goon who came up to him and with a swift motion cut the ropes holding the lawyer.
"You're about to hand one over to be slaughtered, I wouldn't call you a good friend." he grins smugly at Juliusz.
"Good, because we're not friends." He doesn't look Changretta in the eye, all he does is rub his bloodied wrists in thought.
"For all it's worth, I'm sorry for staining your suit, Mr Julius." The Italian reaches and scrapes away a few dried pieces of blood, rubbing them between his fingers and turning them into a fine powder as a form of fidgeting.
"That's all you're sorry for?"
"It's a nice suit, though..." He muses for a second. "Not as nice as mine." He pulls on his suit to reveal the inside seams, which only makes Juliusz roll his eyes and scoff.
"For a man so well dressed you should know not to squat or kneel with your suit jacket buttoned. It's an Italian cut, the buttons are higher." He looks Luca up and down, seemingly unamused. It's all a distraction, in the end. Juliusz is scared out of his mind, and even more so, that Changretta will see through the teasing facade.
"I can afford a few popped buttons. You will too, after your work for me is done." Despite his dismissing words, Changretta stood up straightening his suit jacket.
"Why do you think you can trust me?" He tries his best to sound confident and stoic.
"I don't. I hope you won't put my trust and patience to the test though, hm?" Changretta studies Juliusz one last time before heading towards his desk.
'What do you need?" If he has to get to Tommy, he should tell him what Luca needs to carry out his plan.
"Go back to life as normal. Be their obedient little lawyer. Stay close to Shelby. I'll be in touch, friend." He grinned, and Juliusz never before wanted to kick someone so much in his life.
Seeing as the two guards now stood beside Juliusz, it was a cue to get out of there. He stood up, tidying himself up as much as possible, just as he wanted to turn around and leave, Changretta's voice stopped him.
"You forgot this, Ferenz." He removed Juliusz's briefcase from under his desk and extended it towards him. When Juliusz grabbed it, Changretta took a firm hold of the lawyer's wounded wrist, making him wince in pain. Luca inserted the black hand card between Ferenz's middle and ring fingers. "You still got eyes on you, remember that." he finally let go, returning his gaze to some papers on his desk. Juliusz swiftly took a few steps back and then turned around, heading out the door, his heartbeat up his throat and stomach sick.
Out the hotel door and onto the streets of London, Juliusz's head is spinning, he runs. Somewhere. Anywhere really. All he thinks of is John, and his corpse laid in the Birmingham morgue, filled with bullets. He thinks of Thomas, and what he'll say, or worse, do when he sees his lawyer the next time. He thinks of Arthur, god, what would he say? After what seems like an eternity, he stops and leans against an alley wall, promptly letting out whatever he had for supper yesterday, clenching his stomach. He falls onto his arse, weak from his wounds, dehydration, exhaustion, and an overload of emotions.
Juliusz leans his head against the brick wall.
Jesus, he needs to speak to Tommy.
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. . . reality ``☆
everything so far has gone wrong in your life. you wonder how everything came to be - you didn't even do anything. you were just a normal, inazuma citizen. you have friends, family, heck even a lover.
now, they're gone. they're all gone. your family, your friends, shinobu, heizou, itto...
itto
he's gone. gone for good. you tried everything to keep him, to make him stay. you didn't do anything wrong! you swear - but he didn't believe you. shinobu didn't believe. heck, even heizou didn't believe you.
but you guess one thing hasn't changed that much. the sunsets in inazuma were always pretty. now that the vision hunt decree was abolished, you can enjoy them much more frequently. you used to watch them with itto, but...
shaking your head, you get rid of the thought. you always watch the sunset in ritou, beside the statue of the seven. it's peaceful and comforting sitting on the edge of the cliff, hair swaying with the wind.
the rustling of leaves pushes you out of your thoughts. you turn your head, seeing the two cranes usually hanging in this spot. you squint your eyes. why do they look a bit... flat?
getting up, you slowly try to approach them before blackness takes over your vision. your body hits the ground before you lose consciousness completely.
you open your eyes, vision blurry. you blink a few times, effectively clearing your vision. looking around, you immediately recognize the room. it's your shared room with itto... how'd you even get here?
you try to sit up, immediately feeling light-headed. sighing, you prop a few pillows against the headboard, leaning against it.
before you could close your eyes, the sound of the door opening catches your attention. a white-haired oni enters the room carrying a small basin. your heart skips a beat as he closes the door with his foot, lifting his head and making eye contact with you. he stares at you, and you stare back.
a million questions run through your head - but you don't have time to process them as itto jumps on you, the basin forgotten on the floor. you shriek, itto's landing surprisingly soft. his arms wrap around your body tightly, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
". . . itto?" you whisper after a moment of silence, stroking his soft white hair. archons, you missed this. the both of you lay on the bed silently for a while, with you combing through his hair. itto lifts his head up, propping his chin on your chest.
you cradle his face gently, wiping at the tears falling down his cheeks. "itto, what's wrong? why are you crying?" you ask gently. he sniffles, tightening his embrace. "don't leave like that again." he mumbles, lips forming a light pout. giggling, you press a light kiss on his forehead. "silly oni, i would never leave you."
he hums, burying his face on your chest. you close your eyes, getting comfortable as you comb through itto's hair. "besides, i like this reality more."
i love itto sm you dont even know how much i wanted him when he was first teased by leakers 😭
praying her comes home this time 🙏🙏
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Heya! Hope you're having a good day and taking care of yourself!
I'm a fellow kokichi lover (bros just so silly), so I was wondering if I could request a kokichi x ultimate Demolitionist (bomb-user/maker!) oneshot where the two are a chaotic, mutually pining duo?
All good if not, and make sure to drink some water, 'kay?
Have a great day my guy!!
ahhh! thank you so so much for your kind words! :) this is such a unique idea, and on top of that, it is my first request!! i am so so sorry if this is a bit late (testing has been kicking my ass currently), so i apologize for that...! i hope you are having an amazing day! <3
oneshot will be under the cut! :)
You have always had an odd fascination with bombs. The smoothness of the outer shell enticed you, and the tiny spark of light when you lit the object thrilled you to no end. Some people thought of it as a... strange interest, especially the classmates you were practically forced to surround yourself with. Bombs combined with a killing game don't usually tend to be known as the perfect pair, and you knew this.
But in a way, it was entertaining to poke fun at unsuspecting individuals who were simply genuinely curious about your ultimate. Most were shocked, some found it to be terrifying, but one boy thought it was utterly and completely bad ass.
As you were just finishing up with your current project, a certain purple-haired someone bursted joyfully through the doors of your dormitory.
"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!!!" A high pitched, whiny voice was approaching you at a face pace. You perked up, setting your pieces down and sighing playfully.
You didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. You swerved yourself around and were face-to-face with Kokichi Ouma, your newly found friend that you had become acquaintances with due to your chaotic and fun-loving behavior.
You two had hit it off ever since you had informed everyone about your talent. Ouma was absolutely starstruck with the amount of confidence you had. He was sure you knew that obtaining the title as "ultimate Demolitionist" was one that would make the average people around you cower in fear, but you announced it so effortlessly that it drew him to you.
You couldn't lie and say that you weren't drawn to him, either. You related to him. He was one of the only people to match your energy, and actually embrace it. It almost seemed like you were perfect for each other.
Snapping yourself back into reality, you stared at him.
"Hey, 'Kichi. What's up?" You smirked.
He stifled a laugh. "...You know what I want, Y/N."
You blinked a bit, pondering to yourself. You mentally sifted through the thousands of favors he wanted from you, and found yourself remembering what he had asked of you.
Thinking back to a few days ago, you recalled his whining.
"Come onnnn, Y/N! This is really important, y'know? Shuichi has been acting like a total asshole to me. I think he needs a good punishment." You had never guessed Ouma would pull of such good puppy-dog-eyes, but here you were, losing yourself in the color of his big, violet hues.
You deadpanned. "Kokichi, I am not making you a stink bomb to use on *him*. Shuichi is actually a good guy to me."
Kokichi whimpered, "Well, Y/N, I'm doing him a favor. His room would smell better with a new fragrance. He's basically asking for it, I can smell his cologne from across the hall!" You rolled your eyes, thinking of a compromise.
"Okay, how about this. You and me can go throw some stink bombs at Kiibo and Miu once we get the chance. It'll take a couple days for me to make it, but Miu has been way more irritating than usual."
Whooping in celebration, Kokichi sprang into you and embraced you tightly.
"Thank you, Y/N! Thank you, thank you! I promise, it'll be so much fun~!" He giggled into your chest.
You stood there in shock, your mind racing. You slowly regained your consciousness and squeezed him back in an uncommon moment of shyness.
"You're lucky that I'm your friend." You commented before reluctantly pulling away.
You turned back to your desk and pulled something out of the drawer closest to you. Kokichi clapped his hands cheerfully when he realized you actually made what he had requested.
In your hand was a tiny capsule that could release an unbearable stink when thrown from a distance. Ouma's eyes widened when he saw it, shaking in excitement. He snatched it out of your palm and ran towards the door, pulling you behind him.
"Ah, I can't wait anymore! Let's go, let's go!" He laughed while racing towards Miu's lab.
The rest of your afternoon was spent hiding in the bushes together, cackling at the reactions of the disgusted Miu and the gracefully unphased Kiibo. You were having so much fun that you didn't even notice Ouma glancing at your features from time to time, smiling to himself as you two relished in the moment.
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i recently rewatched stranger things from season 1 to season 4 and took note of how el went to the void…and kinda made my own spin on it and found that the method actually worked for me..lmao and no you are not going to drown yourself in saltwater haha ok
1-as always you can prepare
if you want feel free to do any type of meditation/and or listen to asmr to relax you (optional)
2.the water placebo…(this is where your self concept/manifestation skills come in)
quick backstory i discovered the law march 31st of 2021 it met me when my life was the lowest of lows so when i find out i can change it just by flipping my mindset and putting my entire faith in a method or two i thought oh well..have nothing to lose now..as i continued to do research on the law it reminded me of a memory/practice taught to me by my dad growing up that till this day i still practice and stand by with full faith..my dad handed me and water bottle peeled of the paper and told me that that water carrie’s energy..be careful what you speak while holding a cup of water because “it hears you” sounds a bit creepy? well he actually isn’t entirely wrong..there was a experiment that a doctor by the name of Dr.Emto did speaking negatively-to positively over a bowl of water and took pictures as to how the following affirmations effected the the crystals within the water..i’ll link and article but please research more on this topic because it is very interesting (search “talking over water experiment”) anyways i had realized that i have been manifesting like this for years..ever since i was 10 years old my dad always told me..make a wish upon your water..be grateful for every drop of water you come across your life because it can “feel and hear” ..once i became re aware of this last year i began to consciously manifest with water and BOIIIIII can i tell you water is such a powerful method to bring on desires (i’m selective with when calling a method powerful because at the end of the day it starts with our minds not the method but you know what i mean) so how can i apply this to the void.. i took a bottle of water and spoke void concept/void affirmations over it such as “i always wake up in the void” “entering the void is as easy as sleeping” “i always wake up with all my desires” “my body prefers waking up in the void every morning” etc…say it like you mean it now proceed to drink all of the water knowing for sure in the back of your mind all these affirmations are true…think of it as you are now getting your “super powers” of easily being able to command your state of consciousness in and out of the void LMFAOOO this sounds silly but trust me
3.You are now going to block as many as your senses as possible..smell..taste..touch…hear..see
uhhhh realistically we aren’t in labs and chances are you don’t feel safe entering the void in a bathtub and quite frankly i don’t blame you nor do i recommend (so please don’t lol) buttttt what i did was i put on these noise canceling headphones and a blindfold and to be honest that was more than enough to quite down my brain
4.Decide if you are going to wake up..or “go” into the void state
my first attempt i went into the void state 2nd i fell asleep and woke up in the void state (from a nap i haven’t tried overnight yet)
5.Going in?? read on
with your ears and eyes blocked (i used one of those sleeping mask things) i layed down on my bed and calmed myself down by breathing by for maybe a minute or two as i was doing so i began to imagine myself floating (el usually used her void to communicate/find/see peoples memories/spy so instead of doing so i imagined parts of my dream life/and or appearance/ and or the specific things i wanted to manifest in this void..for an example.. let’s say i was manifesting having clear skin i would imagine myself in first person walking towards the version of my self with clear skin or if i was manifesting a acceptance letter from a specific school i would imagine walking towards the letter and picking it up in the void..makes sense??? i hope so ..after doing breathing and visualizing for about 2 minutes….
..i didn’t even affirm for a long time..i literally just commanded that i was in the void one time and instantly couldn’t feel my body the blindfold on my eyes face nothing…i quickly affirmed for my desires and boom was out of there
6.Waking up?? Read on
don’t go to bed with noise canceling headphones i believe that isn’t safe but yeah feel free to wear the blindfold..but this is pretty self explanatory i just woke up in the void..at first it felt like a dream for a minute until i fully realized i was there but i quickly affirmed for my desire this time it was free front row tickets to see one of my favorite artist at the wireless festival and money so i can pay for the plane tickets and boom i had it once fully woken up
i really hope i explained everything in a way everyone understands and seriously do your research on that water experiment it’s actually quite interesting.
it’s all about intent and faith..as you go about this entire process remember your intention..going to the void..go live your life babes xx
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I've come again to hit you with a set of questions once more because I am just a curious goober in your inbox!!!!!
NOT sure if any of these have been asked before, apologies. I'll also use the names you've given em since I want to ask about YOUR idiots
Does "THE PLAYER" entity (a.k.a us basically) exist in your parable?
follow-up question : In the Not Stanley ending, is Elias the one out-of-bounds, or the player?
Can Elias see O'Neil's out-of-bounds form in the Not Stanley ending? (In the sequence where The player/Stanley is in the ceiling)
Just for fun, has O'Neil ever done an ending with Elias? specifically the silly birds ending?
What does dear, charming O'Neil think about the fierce, friendly, and brave Bucket?
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Yes!! The player does exist, but only O'Neil can see, watch, and know what they do. While Elias on the other hand- he kind of like,, 'blacks out'? When the player takes control. Meaning he kind of loses consciouness and awareness until the player leaves. He would just ask O'Neil what the player did while they were logged on, and O'Neil would simply fill him in. The first time it happened- or, more appropriately, the first time Elias became aware of that fact, he.. didn't take it very well.
See- that's interesting. Because that's how Elias first finds out that there is a player that controls him on occasion; it would all depend! If it's Elias that gets the ending, it's him who goes out of bounds - same with the player!
You.. would not be able to see O'Neil's out-of-bounds form during the Not Stanley ending, actually. While yes- they can shift into any form they please and can exist anywhere in the Parable - but he doesn't usually shift to his out-of-bounds outside the Zen Room. They would be in their Consciousness form! Where.. he's just a voice. I talk a little more about that form of his in a post I made before. I'll link it in a little bit once I find it ^^
An ending just for fun.. of course! Well- eventually. They like going through the Confusion Ending as well as The Bottom of The Mind Control Facility. And of course- the Silly Birds Ending too.
Ah.. the bucket? Hm. Well.. he has mixed feelings for it. For one - he's glad that he can make Elias happy with it and tell stories and endings through the shiny item! Elias really likes the dumb voice they do for it. On the other hand- sometimes, doing the voice just gets a little overbearing after Elias has gone through the game a good amount of times with the bucket. While it does serve both of them some form of entertainment, O'Neil can only go through so mamy runs while voicing the bucket until he starts to feel sore. Especially from repeating some lines that challenged his vocal capacity ("NAAAAOOUUUGHHH").
This was a BLAST to answer! Long asks like this thrill me a big lot and im more than open to sharing bits of headcanons about my dumb idiots! :D
Ah and you can leave the asks in my inbox if you feel like it! Just ask away if you're ever curious, and id be more than willing to answer! In the ask box or not :]
#Alibi!#Ask asks!!!#Owh man#I felt so thrilled and excited when i saw this long post#Especially it has MULTIPLE QUESTIONS / pos /vpos#RHHRHDHDHDHHD /pos
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