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animeshotsh · 3 months

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I would know | Husk x Child!Reader | Small AngelDust x Child!Reader |

Summary: Your life in hearth was not good and your learned too fast to know when someone its hurting

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, suicide. HuskxAngel ship too. Grammar mistakes.

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You were never too sure why you ended in hell or how. First, you were just a child, a regular one, you wondered what sins you could have done to end here. Was life not hard enough on you that you did not deserve eternal peace?

Was because of your death? But even that was a mistery to you. You cant remember if you were killed or if you took away your life. Then again, your life was a hell more than what the actual hell was. You would tremble when thinking of it.

Thats why you faked your emotions, the happy smile, the jokes, everything was a mask so no one would think what had happened to you. But one day after one exterminator day you met Charlie the princess of Hell. And she saw you, the Real you, she soon took you under her wings and roof, her dream of redemtion for sinners filled your heart.

So you stayed and met others along the way.

Husk was at first a grummpy sinner. With no Real care of what was happening in the hotel or with the others. However you found him interesting and started to follow him around (letting Vaggie breath alone for once). It was not a suprise Husk was not in for the task of taking care of a child specially one that could move without making a noise.

Some said it must be demonic power but you are sure you mastered this from the time you were alive.

Sneaking behind Husk was now your personal activity. Alastor found it better than the average comedy and would alwasy be around when you were doing it.

So far you had sneaked behind Husk at least 29 times. And over these times you two kind of got close. Husk never had kids when being alive, so he was not sure if you saw him as a father figure or a older brother, whatever it was he made sure you were on the right path. As right it could be in hell, at least he would make sure you were safe outside and inside the hotel.

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He found what happened to you one night. His left ear twitched as movement came, he caught you getting a pissed look from you.

"You are losing your touch kid" he said letting you down "and you should be asleep, the princess will know if you passed your bed time"

"Well, im not tired so lets do something!! We can watch tv all night"

"Alastor said that he would destroy the hotel if there was one single tv in here" Husk reminded them

"Oh right....then teach me to play poke!"

"And why would you like to learn that?" Husk asked looking down on you who was looking away from him

"I dont want to think now, If my mind its in another task...or seeing something...then I dont think"

Husk could hear the sad tone in your voice. He got down to your eye level making you face him.

"And what is it that you dont want to think about?"

You kept your eyes on him then tackled him for a hug. Husk hissed in suprise but stopped when he started to hear your cries. He slowly moved you, making you sit on him so he could wrap his amrs and wings around you.

"Shh kid, no one is going to hurt you in here, im gonna make sure of it"

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After that time Husk and you got closer, others noticed it but said nothing about it. Charlie went "aww" once she saw you being carried by Husk on his shoulders while he serverd drinks.

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You also grow to be close with Angel Dust, at first he too was not too happy about having a kid around but soon your jokes and personality got him. He also loved to see you pranking Husk.

And his little piggy loves you!! He wants to get you one too.

But you soon noted, something was off about Angel. You started to see times when his persona would change, how he would ignore others worries over him and just smile it off.

Oh....that was what you used to do. But you never had to face someone doing it too.

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Of course you went to Husk later on. Him and Angel seemed close so you were 100% sure that Husk would help you.

"You gotta be blunt" Husk said after you explained the situation.

"But...that would hurt him..."

Taking a deep breath Husk faced you.

"Listen kid, people have issues and how they face them its up to them, and how they do it sometimes backfires. Not everybody its going to listen to sweet talk and honey words. You have to be direct and end it there. Its up to them how to act afterwards"

"But...you were not like that to me" you said confused

"Because you are you and Angel its his own persona. You two are different" he responded "listen, i know you want to help him...i want to do it too. Let me try my way and if nothing happens...then we can try yours"

Your eyes got bright with emotion as you nodded.

"Yes!! Lets do it, lets help your boyfriend!!"

Blushing Husk responded "he is not-"

"I see it in the way you look at him" you stated getting a defeated sound from Husk.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #husk x reader #angel dust x reader

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theravenclawgirl7 · 23 days

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Veiny Hands? Yes Please

Ellie teaches you how to play her favorite video game

Idk what this is i just wanted to write something so here you go 🤲 also this is very much not beta read so sorry for mistakes i’m dyslexic don’t blame me

You shoved your keys in the lock to your front door sighing with exhaustion. The day was long and you didn’t get enough sleep last night and the only thing you wanted to do right now was snuggle up on the couch with Ellie and take a nap.

Speak of the devil, you find her sitting on the couch playing some war video game when you walk down the entry hallway.

Ellie pauses the game as she hears you come in and gets up to great you, “Hey baby,” she places a kiss to your temple as you set your bag down on the kitchen island, “How was your day?”

You huff in response to her question. You dealt with idiots all day, that’s how it was. You save your frustration though, wanting to let it home now that you are in your peaceful home with your peaceful girlfriend. No sense in tainting your favorite place with the negativity from earlier.

You turn to face her, “It was fine just long and i’m tired. How was yours?” You smile up at her, just the sight of her calming you.

“It was good. Hey how about you go upstairs and change and I’ll make us a snack and then we can chill on the couch, hmm?”

You nod already heading for your bedroom. You needed to get out of these work clothes immediately. And what did you say you wanted: a nap on the couch. Your girlfriend knew you so well.

You change into some leggings and one of Ellie’s tshirts before heading back downstairs where Ellie has made a bowl of popcorn and gotten you a glass of diet Coke, yes your favorite

She’s sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone waiting for you. You hop onto the couch snuggling into her side before she can have time to register that you are even in the room.

“Well hello,” Ellie giggles at your sudden appearance as you throw both you legs over her lap and lean your head on her shoulder.

“Hi,” you press a kiss to her cheek and revel in the fact that she blushes just slightly. You love when you can get her all flustered.

She rolls her eyes at your knowing smirk and asks, “So what do you wanna watch?” She leans for the remote on the coffee table but you stop her with a hand to her chest, “You can keep playing the game I just want to lay here.”

“Baby I don’t mind we can watch something,” She insists.

“I know but I wanna watch you play,” you tell her honestly. It’s kinda hot watching her kick ass in her video games. Not to mention the whole veiny-hands-on-the-controller thing.

“You sure?” Ellie tried to confirm one last time. You laugh and nod returning to your earlier position on her lap.

She leans back placing her arms and hands over your thighs and focuses on one the game.

You’re not sure how much time has passed but she’s played a few rounds by now. You’ve found yourself tensing when the fights happen and growing frustrated right along side Ellie when she dies and has to start the level over.

She’s in the middle of the battle with some giant cyborg dude. She gets in a couple shots and the robot stumbles, “Yeah get him baby!” you cheer sitting up straighter, focus honing in on the tv.

She shoots the guy a couple more times and he falls to his knees before faceplating.

“Fuck yeah baby!” You grab her cheeks and leave a firm kiss on her lips.

She smiles as you pull back, “You’re really getting into it,”

“I don’t know the storyline is just interesting. And that dude was a major ass hole.” you feel shy at the sudden attention on you. You normally don’t care about video games but you haven’t really sat down to watch them either.

Ellie laughs at the blush you know is staining your cheeks if the heat you feel says anything.

“You wanna try,” she holds the emote out to you.

“I don’t know the first thing about playing this game,”

“I’ll teach you. And look,” she turns back to the screen and flips through what looks like some game setting, “There now it’s set to easy so it won’t be has hard when your learning the ropes,” she holds out the remote and you look at it hesitantly, “Come on baby you’ll love it.” Ellie urges.

You sigh and take the controller. You are interested in the story and Ellie loves video games so much it’s just another thing you guys can do together.

“Okay show me what to do,” You settle further into Ellie’s side so she has access to show you each button on the remote.

She points out what each one means and the corresponding shape. Something about L’s and R’s… you’re not really sure but you have a great time nonetheless.

It takes a couple of tries for you to start getting the hang of it but by round three you get a couple of shots on the guys who are supposed to be hunting you. You cheer each time you hit one and Ellie reminds you that they are still coming before you focus back in on playing.

You play for a while, Ellie watching you and giving you advice when needed. You can feel her eyes on you face as you play but you ignore them, that incessant blush creeps back up.

Finally, you hand the controller back to Ellie growing board of playing the same round over and over again, not able to kill the group that is coming at you before they get to you.

“You did good baby,” Ellie praises as she switches the settings back to hard.

“Thanks,” you lean back to place you head on her shoulder once more watching her hands on the remote, this time paying more attention to what buttons she hits.

You do, however, clock the veins running along the top of her hand and her forearms. Who could blame you? After all your girlfriend is hot.

How do we like? This popped into my head a few days ago so I thought what the hell 🤷‍♀️. Anyway if you have any writing prompts or ideas for me let me know because i’m in a writing slump fr! Thanks for reading <3

#ellie williams #tlou2 #ao3 #fanfiction #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams fluff #video games #cute #random #writing ideas #veiny hands #veiny hands? show me to me pls! send it to me rachel

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sentientgolfball · 9 months

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Lessons

I did it. I wrote the damn Swiss/Phantom/Reader that's been rattling in my brain.

18+ MDNI

Word Count: 3051

Tags: degradation, choking, Swiss is a bit of a voyeur, rough Phantom if you squint, irresponsible use of quintessence

Summary: Phantom admits he's never been with a human. You and Swiss share a look before deciding that's about to change.

“Look at just how fucking wet they are.”

“You sure you didn’t bring me a water ghoul?”

Phantom laughed to himself before sliding his fingers between your legs gathering as much slick as he could. You whine when he draws his hand away much too soon. He stares in awe at his fingers, his thought process clear as day on his face. Swiss pushes him lightly with his foot

“Not yet ant. You still don’t know just how delicate humans are.”

You huff a laugh “I’ll show you delicate when I stick my foot up your fuck—“ You were cut off by the tip of Swiss’ tail snaking around to brush lightly over your swollen clit.

“First lesson: humans are so sensitive. It only takes a few touches to get ‘em going” he demonstrates this by letting go of one of your wrists and sliding a finger into your cunt “But it’s a double-edged sword. They’re so easy to overstimulate. Gotta take your time.” He draws his hand back, wiping the slick onto your thigh.

The way he was talking about you like you weren’t even there like you’re nothing more than a tool to teach Phantom how to fuck was only making the pool of slick between your legs worse.

He was right though. Everything felt so hazy. How long has it been? You remember a sloppy make-out session with Phantom as Swiss critiqued while palming himself in the corner. That was a while ago. You may not remember how long the three of you have been at it, but you do remember how you got there.

You snuck into the ghoul den after your shift in the kitchen had ended with an armful of sugary contraband. Siblings weren’t typically allowed in the dens unless personally brought into them, but your job got you a free ticket. It all started when you caught Swiss and Dew trying to break into the kitchens in the middle of the night. After some negotiations including a decent amount of tongue, you settled on a simple deal. You bring them as many pastries as you can carry and they’ll fuck your brains out.

When you had gotten to the den it appeared Swiss was the only one present, so you flopped onto the couch and shared the cakes with him. When you had finished your fill, Swiss had pulled you into his lap mumbling something about needing something sweeter before he licked a stripe from your neck to your jawline. That’s when Phantom walked in. When you noticed him you quickly jumped out of Swiss’ grasp much to his chagrin.

“Do you want some?” Swiss had asked the quintessence ghoul assuming he had been drawn out of his room by the sweet smells of baked goods. This caused him to go rigid with a small blush creeping into his face “I’ve never been with a human…”

You were about ready to clear up the misunderstanding when you caught Swiss’ eyes. You recognized that look and you immediately knew he was going to dig his heels into this. His gaze flicked to you for a moment seeking your permission before he opened his mouth. Fuck it. Your growing grin was all he needed. You and Swiss made a show out of groping and kissing each other for the other ghoul who just stared on slack-jawed shifting himself around in his pants. You three only left for Swiss’ room when Dew and Rain came through the main door

“Oh come on we’ve only had this couch for like a week.” Rain huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Go fuck somewhere else so we can eat in peace or I’ll up your tax.” Dew stuffed a brownie into his mouth not even looking up from the horde of sweets.

That’s how you ended up where you are now. Pressed firm against Swiss’ chest, wrists squeezed between his clawed hands, tail wrapped around one leg to keep you open while Phantom sits crouched in front of you eyes wild, dick painfully erect, shaking with anticipation. He looks up at Swiss with pleading eyes

“Can I taste them? Please?”

“Hands-on learning, I like it. Go right ahead.”

Phantom’s eyes sparked and he dove between your spread legs eagerly licking into you. You cried out and arched against Swiss as he pushed impossibly deeper, swiping his forked tongue from your clit to your slit. He was lapping at you in earnest, filling the room with obscene wet noises. Swiss hissed and bumped Phantom’s head with his knee to get his attention. His head popped up with wide, blown-out pupils and a wet chin. He looked at Swiss with a furrowed brow and a whine deep in his throat.

“What did I say? It’s not like one of the girls. It’s a human.”

Phantom nodded and lowered himself again slowly circling his tongue around your clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking. You gasp and push your hips closer to him to the best of your ability. Swiss chuffs a laugh and wraps an arm tight around your midsection forcing you to keep still.

“See what I mean? Humans are so easy” he brings his lips to your ear pressing a kiss to it “Come on be a good little pet for him. All you have to do is lay there and take it.”

You threw your head onto his shoulder with a moan feeling Phantom’s tongue drag over your hole before carefully pushing in. Part of you wanted to kill Swiss for the little game he was playing, convincing Phantom to go so painfully slow that it had you shaking. The other part of you was too drunk on being brought to the edge and let down over and over again to stop him.

“Tastes fucking amazing.” He pulls back slightly to look up at Swiss for approval

“If you think that’s good, wait for lesson two.”

Phantom looked at him grinning wildly urging him to continue. His tail was beating against the side of the bed rhythmically.

Swiss smiles “Glamour your claws” Phantom does so immediately waiting for more “You’ve been with Cirrus you know what to do from here. Just take it slow, you don’t wanna break em.”

You have half a mind to curse Swiss but the thought quickly dies when you feel Phantom slide a finger inside of you “shit Phantom if you’re gonna touch me then touch me.” You try to cant your hips chasing any friction but Swiss holds you firmly in place.

“Filthy.” He laughs before removing his finger. He brings his hand to his mouth and wraps his tongue around his fingers groaning when he tastes you. He then all at once shoves two of his fingers into you. You cry out trying to snap your thighs shut but Swiss’ tail holds strong.

He tuts “How many times am I gonna have to tell you to go slow.”

Phantom's laugh sends a shiver through you “Aw come on I think they can handle something a little more.”

Swiss growls in warning. Phantom rolls his eyes but compiles, leisurely curling his fingers inside you. He applies pressure to your clit with the pad of his thumb as he drags his fingers against your walls searching for the sweet spot. You bite your lip to stifle the groans threatening to spill, but that quickly changes when he dips his head back down adding his tongue to the mix.

“Sing for him pet. Let him know just how good he is.” Swiss says as he presses kisses into your neck occasionally letting his fangs scrape the skin.

Your free hand shoots to his head grabbing a fist full of hair as he fingers you faster, tongue flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts. He moans at the feeling causing you to shiver at the added vibration. You let out a series of little groans and huffs as you feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop. So fucking close.”

Swiss takes a deep breath and kisses a trail from your neck to your ear “I’ll make it up to you later.” He laughs and bites your lobe. Your brow furrows in confusion for a moment before he speaks again

“Hands off.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Phantom falters for a second not knowing who to listen to before he pulls back and sits up to look at Swiss. You whine pathetically, burying your face into the multi-ghoul’s neck feeling yourself clench around nothing.

“Time for lesson three. Humans go crazy for this one.” Swiss places a firm hand on your stomach. There’s a split second where you can smell ozone. You don’t have enough time to react before the feeling of pure pleasure ripples through you causing you to cum with a string of obscenities.

“What the fuck was that?” Phantom asks in awe looking from your dripping cunt to Swiss’ hand.

“You’re seriously telling me you’ve never once thought to use your quintessence like this?” Phantom shakes his head with a growing smile, fangs poking out of the bottom of his lip.

Swiss smiles and removes his hand from your stomach only to grab Phantom’s and place it there.

“Find the thread and isolate it.”

You can feel the quintessence spark to life on your skin, through your whole body filling every nerve with energy. This lasts for a few seconds before you’re screaming, arching against Swiss’ grasp as you feel nothing but pure overwhelming pleasure ripple through you. Phantom rips his hand away looking genuinely fearful for a moment.

Swiss just chuckles “Neat trick but save that one for Dew. Remember lesson one.”

“Humans are easy.” He says quietly

Swiss nods “All it takes is a little spark.”

You squirm in Swiss’ grasp when Phantom reaches for you again. He stops and folds his hand in his lap not sure what to do. You take a second to catch your breath, your mind fuzzy with the most intense orgasm of your life.

“You wanna stop just say the word.”

You felt like you were underwater. Everything was too much and too little. You needed more. This is why you kept coming to the ghoul den after all, you wanted your brains fucked out and unfortunately for you, you could still think. You settle back against Swiss chest still heaving

“Just lay there and take it right?” You let yourself go slack. Phantom sighs with relief upon seeing that he didn’t actually hurt you. He’s soft for about a second before he grabs your hips and looks you up and down.

“Can I try something?” His gaze flicks to Swiss.

“Depends. Does that something include what I’ve shown you?” He nods a growl forming deep in his throat.

“Consider it your final exam then.”

Phantom barks a laugh “And what if I fail?” The look in his eyes was wild as he squeezed your hips harder. He never removed his gaze from your waiting hole.

“Then I won’t share my toy with you anymore.” Swiss runs a hand up your body cupping and squeezing one of your breasts like he’s showing you off.

Phantom flicks his tongue out with a sick grin on his face that makes your heart speed up. He slowly brings the head of his cock to your entrance stopping only to seek Swiss’ approval. When he’s met with no resistance he pushes in with a guttural moan.

“Fucking shit are all humans this tight?” His chest heaves as he bottoms out pausing to give you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him. You throw your head back against Swiss’ shoulder squeezing your eyes shut. You didn’t even realize tears had fallen from the corners until you felt the fork of a tongue lick a stripe up your face. You let out a choked gasp when Phantom starts to move experimentally. He thrusts into you a few times before growling in satisfaction. He grips the leg not currently held by Swiss’ tail hard before throwing it over his shoulder to get a better angle.

Gone is the Phantom that cared about your comfort as he begins to pound into you like this is the last time he’ll ever have sex. Each thrust pushes you harder against Swiss, he grunts with each movement and you swear you can feel a wet spot on your back where his dick is pressed. You let a string of moans leave your throat as Phantom snaps his hips against yours muttering something in Infernal.

He sits back to watch himself fuck into you for a moment before removing his other hand from your hips. He slowly drags the tips of his claws up your abdomen, between your tits before coming to a stop at your throat. He tests the waters by wrapping his nimble fingers around your neck without any pressure. You gaze up at him with big pleading eyes that practically throw him over the edge. He begins to apply pressure to the sides of your throat, squeezing and releasing in time with his thrusts.

“Such a fucking freak. Risking your job to get some demon dick. I bet you’d like it if I did this.” He punctuates his sentence by squeezing hard around your neck and holding it, forcing you to open your mouth in a silent scream in an attempt to get air. He only releases the pressure when your eyes start to flutter closed with tears spilling out.

He laughs “I can see why you like fucking humans so much.” Swiss only groans in response too lost in his own haze of lust to keep up the role of teacher. He keeps his hand secure around your neck causing you to clench around him. He moans loud and low, hips faltering as his orgasm creeps closer to him.

Suddenly the air is once more filled with the smell of ozone as Phantom’s quintessence sparks to life. The pressure returns to your throat as you feel his magic course through every vein in your body. Your eyes snap open as you scream silently grabbing onto Swiss’ arm for support as your vision blurs from the lack of oxygen and the force of your orgasm.

“Look Swiss no hands.” He grunts as his brows furrow as he concentrates on fucking you through the waves of pleasure and keeping his quintessence flowing into you. Both his hands are squeezing bruises into your hips before suddenly you’re empty and all you can feel is his cum splashing onto your stomach practically reaching your chest.

He takes a brief moment to catch his breath before snapping his fingers. You take in a gulp of air as the feeling of the pressure around your neck disappears. You stare up at the ceiling chest heaving as you come down from your high.

“What the fuck was that?” Swiss asks in awe mirroring your own thoughts.

Phantom smiles proudly at the tone of the multi-ghouls voice “Told you I wanted to try something.”

“You’re so showing me how to do that.” This causes Phantom’s tail to beat against the side of the bed. There’s a bit of a dusty blush creeping onto his face.

“Can we please save the magical choking contest for another night? I think I’ll die if I cum again.” This earns a laugh and a sweet, chaste kiss from Swiss, but Phantom looks genuinely mortified. You feel a prickle of guilt reaching up with a shaky hand to guide his lips to yours. You give him a kiss before pulling back and kissing his nose. A purr kicks up in his chest immediately as he softens.

Swiss brings a hand to Phantom’s head and gives it a scratch “Now it's time for lesson four.”

You’re about to protest when you’re suddenly lifted by the multi-ghoul.

“Swiss what the hell?!”

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t realize you wanted to lay in cum and sweat all night please forgive me”

You squeal and cling to his neck when he makes an over-exaggerated move to put you down “That's what I thought.” He presses a kiss to your forehead as he carries you to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, Phantom hot on his heels.

He gets the bath ready setting out all your favorite soaps and explaining to Phantom the use of bath salts. The tub is only big enough for two of you to soak comfortably so you end up curled against the quintessence ghoul as Swiss scrubs your hair from the side of the bath. Phantom hasn’t stopped purring or asking if everything was okay, that he didn’t hurt you. You attempt to quell the little ghoul’s worry with a few soft kisses to his chest. While this does shut him up, you’re well aware of the occasional pop of magic filling you with relaxation.

I’m going to kill Swiss for making him think I’d break you think to yourself, wait…oh shit Swiss.

You raise your head from Phantom’s chest and look at the multi-ghoul who was gathering towels for when the two of you were finished.

“What?” He tilts his head with a smile.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

Your eyes flick down to his half-hard dick. He chuckles when he realizes.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m a big ghoul I can take care of myself,” He kisses you before you can protest “Besides, I gotta have something left in me for when I walk back out there and Dew has inevitably eaten the rest of the stash.” You huff when he winks at you and resign yourself to cuddling with Phantom.

You two stay in the bath until the water cools, but at this point, you’re hardly conscious. The two ghouls have to practically drag you up and out of the tub and into some clothes. Phantom flops into the bed and pulls you close to him, wrapping his tail around your waist as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. Swiss presses a kiss to your temple and passes a hand through Phantom’s hair before throwing on his sweatpants and leaving the room. The last thing you hear before passing out is a muffled yelp and a “Told you he’d be pissed.”

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghoul x reader #swiss x phantom #mdni #ghost fic #the band ghost fic #golfball writes

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lunamochii · 1 year

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ageup!Lo’ak&Neteyam x fem!human reader

Their first time seeing you in a bikini, obviously they were taken back. Seeing you without you usual clothes, seeing your skin. It made them feel something. Throughout their life they are surrounded by omatikaya women but you… you’re different.

content warning; just a little intimate moment, implied threesome.

Lo’ak told you that at the end of the forest there’s a ocean. He knows you love the sea, you always mention it. Him and his brother always listen to your rambling that the river isn’t enough for you

“Who do you want to ride with?”

Neteyam ask as he form tsaheylu with his ikran, he heard Lo’ak scoff

“Obviously me, right ma Y/N?”

The older one rolled his eyes and they turn to look at you who is still checking your bag, Lo’ak instructed his ikran to nudge you to get your attention

“Oh! Sorry guys, Just making sure I bring the exact clothes I’ll be wearing! Can I ride with you Lo’ak?”

The younger one smirk and cheered sticking his tongue out towards his brother. Neteyam just scoff ignoring his brother. Lo’ak help you get on, placing his big hand against your stomach as the three of you took off

The moment you got off, you ran through the sand if not for the mask you’re wearing, you would have love to feel the sea water on your face. You were full of envy when Spider, your so called brother, told you that he once went to the ocean with Lo’ak knowing you’ve always loves to see it. It was introduced to you when Max was teaching about you things, not your fault for growing up here in Pandora. Well, the story Norm told you about ‘Earth’ and how that’s where you and Spider supposed to live, you didn’t really like the thought of it. You love it here, more peaceful and everything never fail to amaze you.

Plus you have Lo’ak and Neteyam. What’s there to ask for more?

“Hey! You two turn around! I’m gonna go change”

“Please, we are used to seeing women now”

Lo’ak reasoned but you just raised your eyebrows at him, you smirk and started unbuttoning your polo. You stare at the two of them and they were looking at you intently

“If stares could kill, I will be laying dead now.”

“Tsk. Just get it done”

Lo’ak responded and went to sit on a rock as he averted his gaze to the sand. Watching little crabs crawl. As for Neteyam, his eyes never left you. He watch you as you took off your polo and revealing a black cloth, good enough to cover your chest and then his eyes followed your hands when you took off your shorts, his eyes went back up and saw you now only wearing a black underwear

“W-What are you wearing?” He manage to blurt out

“Hm? This is called bikini! I found it from Norm’s magazine! I decided to make this since it will be easier to swim in these”

After putting your clothes on your back, you moved the little box which helped you breath through your mask. You jog up towards Lo’ak and put your hands on his lap and he immediately look at you. His jaw dropping

“Do you like it?! I know you like it!”

You beam and Lo’ak rolled his eyes as he lifted you up effortlessly and settling you on his lap, you blush feeling how your bodies are close together

“You look sexy, wouldn’t want anyone see you in this. This is for our eyes only.”

Lo’ak whispered on your ear and kiss you on your neck, you felt other hand wrapping around your waist and place a kiss on your shoulder

“Yeah, your too pretty and sexy to be seen by them.”

You almost let out a moan when Neteyam suck on your skin. If you let this go on, you will end up on their own pace again!

“Guys! Please! Can we enjoy the ocean first? Isn’t that why we went here?”

Lo’ak and Neteyam look at each other and bursted to laughter as Neteyam hoisted you up and place you on his shoulders, your legs dangling at each side of his shoulders. He scream before running towards the water with Lo’ak following behind and laughing

Well, they have to let you have this day to you. You were practically worshiping their cock days ago, begging that they would take you here and who are they to deny their woman’s needs? A good girl like you deserves a good reward.

#atwow angst #atwow fluff #atwow imagines #atwow fandom #atwow neteyam #atwow x you #neteyam #jake sully #lo’ak #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak x you #lo’ak x y/n #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #avatar the way of water neteyam #avatar the way of water #avatar the way of water lo’ak

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amuseoffyre · 7 months

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From episode 6 of season one, there has been this association for Ed of the sea as the two sides of himself: the surface and what lies beneath.

The first reference to this is when he describes the kraken in the story he tells the crew, stirring in the briny depths, this monster that surfaces and kills his father, but it's only later that he confesses to Stede that he was that monster.

Even describing himself as "Edward Teach, born on a beach" carries this duality - a man caught between the land and the sea, the water always there and present.

This motif becomes a recurring theme over and over throughout season two. "That's the Caribbean for you: sunshine one minute, cataracts the next" embodying his emotional highs and lows as sunshine and crashing tumbling waterfalls, often found underwater.

In the Gravy Basket, he literally becomes the cataract - the rushing plunge over a precipice and falling, falling, deep into the dark water. His subconscious chooses the way he ends and him choosing to put himself deep into the darkest water is tied in with his self-hatred.

Only he's drawn out of that dark place by a glimmer of light. This is where his headspace gets interesting because he's fighting for his life against the ropes pulling him down, but the minute he hears Stede's voice, the ropes fall away and he stops trying to surface. He doesn't fight his way up. He's in a dark place, but Stede comes to him. He doesn't have to make his way out.

And more especially, Stede comes to him in a shape that is safe, even in the darkness. This isn't human Stede almost drowning himself to get to Ed. This is a Stede who fits in this space, who is part of it and accepts it all and they stay there, under the water, just floating together.

This is the point in the story where Ed starts working on himself, trying to figure things out. He sits with himself and the metaphor of him taking control of himself in the way he took control of the fish on his line is a big part of that.

That moment at the beginning of episode 6 when he's looking out to sea, when he's beset by flashbacks, is an allegory for how he is feeling. The sky and sea are a perfect split in the shot, above and below, but he feels like there's a storm coming. They will be at odds soon enough and he's growing anxious about it.

After all that happens with Ned Lowe, he tries to act to avoid the storm. He ties up his leathers and he puts them below the surface. The beast beneath the sea. The hideous creatures returned to the depths. It's a very child-like action, throwing away something because you don't like it and saying "bye-bye".

When he chooses to leave in episode 7, he says it's about being a fisherman, but again, it's about him using that space to take control of himself and his surroundings and work out who he is and what he needs to be.

But all of this is building. You can't just keep pushing parts of yourself under the water because they are still parts of yourself. He even said it himself in episode 10 when he was dressed down and relaxed - "I am still Blackbeard".

Yes, he wants a peaceful life. No, he doesn't want to be a pirate anymore. But he is still Blackbeard and pushing those things under the water hasn't changed that. It's just a matter of him choosing how much of that he wants to be. It's a matter of him having the choice and seeing that it isn't necessarily all monster. There's a middle ground.

That thing he called a monster arose because he needed to protect people. It scares him, yes, and all he can see is the horror surrounding it, but it's more than just a monster. It's born out of love and protection and the need to be strong enough to stand his ground.

Ed tried to bury Blackbeard beneath the waves but he's not a fisherman, not entirely. He's more than just the surface. He's the surface and he's the hidden depths, and when the time comes, him accepting those parts of himself is key.

At first I wondered if he would fish up his leathers from his little boat, but now it makes all the more sense for him to make that choice and that decision. I don't think he will accidentally drag them up - he will actively choose to dive down and get them himself, bringing them to the surface himself.

#ofmd s2 #ofmd meta #blackbeard #ed teach #long post

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techyghoul · 6 months

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Cold Compress

General Rating, Sickficlet of Mist caring for Zephyr.

I don't make specific mentions to disorders or medications, its all general. Warnings for mentions of quintosis control, as well as central lines (Zephyr has one).

You can find it here on AO3, or bellow the cut! This is apart of @jesusbutbetterrr idea for Ghoullete Appreciation!

The transition from one medicine regiment to another is always horrid. The changes it’s made to the body undoing themselves in real time feels like progress being stripped away. But it was what was best, Zephyr has built up too much of a tolerance for the pain management he was on, and it ran risks that weren’t worth it. He’s been in bed for days, only really moving to sit up to eat and to go to the bathroom with assistance of another pack member.

Staring at the same ceiling and walls tends to blur the line of how time passes, his only real tip being the clock on the wall and the light peaking out from the edges of black out curtains. Omega and Alpha have tried multiple times to offer a shutter that would black it out entirely, Zephyr always refused.

The first thing that pulls him out of his own haze is Mist’s cool touch to his forearm. “How you holding up Zephy?” Their voice always calm and collected. “You want me to grab you anything?” Zephyr shakes his head. “Want some company then?” Mist gets a nod.

From experience, they know most of the pain is concentrated in his back, shoulders and legs. So they crawl in behind him, smaller body pressed up as close as they can manage and it’s a relief to his body. Mist had the tendency to run colder than the other water ghouls, their body actively acting like a giant cold compress at this moment. “Thanks.” He mumbles, getting himself comfortable in Mist’s arms.

“Of course.” They smile, pressing a small kiss where hair meets the nape of his neck. “I’ll always be here for when you need me.”

Mist can feel the way the air ghouls muscles relax and give under their touch, one hand on his shoulder that’s been bothering him for days on end, trying to urge the muscles to unclench there. “Omega been by?” Quintessence control wasn’t always ideal for him, found it too mentally draining being on the receiving end, and with only three quintessence ghouls in the pack it wasn’t a feasible treatment.

“He comes by at night, usually just to get me to sleep. Phantom’s been by to help.” Zephyr smiles. “Kids cute. Afraid they’re gonna break me.”

Mist chuckles in return, settling more at his side with their arm around his middle. “They’re learning, the humans aren’t always so eager to be a teaching case. Little Quint will get better at it with time. Hells, remember Aether’s first go at it? Shaking in his boots the first time you were in a flare.”

Zephyr does remember, the first time he used his powers on him, the first time he ran fluids through his central line to learn it’s in and outs. It was sweet to see another Quint grow within their powers with the help of human medicines. He's grateful for it, even with all the small caveats of side effects and having tubes hanging out of him.

Zephyr's grateful for a lot of things, the band he had a blast touring with. The pack that accepted him and all his issues on the medical front. The Siblings of Sin that tended to him in their absence. But he's especially grateful for Mist and their unwavering support. Every matriarch is different, some more ruthless than others, but that's not them. They've never rejected him, not for a single second he's been topside. Mist has been accepting, gracious, full of wisdom he couldn't comprehend. A rock he never knew he'd need in his life.

There's a comfort with Mist, and the entire pack that he enjoys so deeply, and currently it's lulling him to sleep in their protective embrace. It's peaceful now that Mist is here, and their cool touch has his body relaxing.

#ghost bc #ghost the band #ghost fanfiction #mist ghoulette #mist ghost #zephyr ghoul #zephyr ghost #sicfic #ghoulette appreciation week #matriarchal ghouls

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carpememes · 5 months

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KLAUS starters

feel free to change pronouns

“Stop, don’t tell me. Let me guess…. I give up. Who are you?”

“Can I get your something to drink? Espresso, cappuccino?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in equestrian training?”

“No worries, I’ve got someone covering for me.”

“I’m gonna take one last look around the old place so I can forget it.”

“There you have it! But, hey, we gave it the old college try didn’t we?”

“Guess I’ll just go pack up and head home then. Too bad! Darn, oh darn!”

“You’re right! When will I grow up? When will I stop squandering these opportunities- that you so kindly forced me into- and become my own man?”

“I guess I must really hanker down and rethink my priorities.”

“You think I’m just going to watch you purposely fail and then let you waltz right back to a privileged life void of any purpose or meaning?”

“You can’t cheat, bribe or squirm your way out of this one.”

“Thank you, Dad! This is really wonderful, father, thank you so much!”

“I love this terrible coach ride. Thank you so much.”

“Nice boat. Any chance we might actually get on it today?”

“I thought there would be some sort of a reception.”

“This is no way to treat a person. Certainly not THIS person.”

“Come to the counter, I’ll be right out!”

“What kind of town has a Battle Bell?”

“Welcome to _, home ot the world’s finest feuds.”

“Are you gonna buy something, or are you just here to chit-chat?”

“Holy moley, that’s you?! What happened?”

“Mingling with their sworn enemy spawn? Can’t have that!”

“So now I’m reduced to doing this so I can get some money and start fresh far, far away from here.”

“Are. You going. To buy something?!”

“C’mon, sport! I saved the best for last.”

“Go home, you loser!”

“Oh, I get it. Did my father put you up to this?”

“Show me where I’m really staying. I’d like a hot bath and a look at the dinner menu.”

“That’s it! This place is the worst! I’m going home!”

“I hate it here! It’s so cold and icky and the people are mean to me!”

“Nice guy. Loves visitors.

“Hello? I’m in your house.”

“Better alive in the gutter than hacked into pieces! No thank you!”

“Please don’t chop me up and scatter my parts in the woods!”

“In there? What? No way. You must be kidding.”

“Please! Open this! Why are you doing this to me?”

“These better sound sad. Do they sound sad?”

“Probably not an axe murderer. Though, still is a possibility but, most likely, no.”

“Remember me from the nice breaking and entering the other night?”

“That is… totally normal!”

“Centuries of glorious hatred passed down through generations!”

“Now, I just know you didn’t mean to disrespect all of that heritage. Right?”

“Telling children to go to school to learn to write? What is wrong with you?!”

“I’m so close to getting out. I am not about to let you mess it all up.”

“Whatever you’re doing, leave me OUT OF IT.”

“Not a word. You just sit there and be all magical and awesome.”

“Are we going to learn something today?”

“Look, if you have to be here, at least be quiet.”

“Let’s make a deal- If I teach you something will you get out of here? Please?”

“Friends of yours, I take it?… They seemed nice.”

“A flying sleigh… pulled by magical reindeer?”

“Oh look. It CAN laugh.”

“What are you doing at our ambush?”

“So we must band together in peace… To help stop this peace?”

“Back home I’ve got pretty much everything.”

“Back home I’ve got pretty much everything. But here I’m just another irrelevant,pointless… nobody.”“

Hey. You’re a pretty good listener, y’know?”

“How many nights do you lie awake, in the darkest place?”

“If happy lives a mile away, a couple steps is all it takes.”

“If kindness lives in everyone, then all it takes is standing up.”

“Can’t touch it, see it- but you can always feel it.”

“The greatest things you’ll ever know are invisible.”

“How have we never defeated you?”

“We wanted children. Lots of them.”

“We kept waiting, but they never came.”

“Even now, sometimes, it almost like she’s still...”

“After she was gone, I guess I got lost.”

“Yknow what? No homework! Am I the best teacher ever or what?”

“I just thought I’d give the place an update.”

“Check it out, I think it looks pretty good.”

“Someone would have to be pretty stupid to want to leave this place now.”

“Oh, wow. You have no idea what you’ve done, do you?”

“Not quite the same place is it?”

“A true act of good will always sparks another.”

“Everybody’s out to get something, right?”

“Oh, well. Best leave it alone, I say. I’m sure it’s nothing that could fester and eventually become a source of regret.”

“He said he’d never been more proud of me... And he hugged me. Can you believe that?”

“This town was built on resentment and spite.”

“Let’s go. We’re done here.”

“Kids talk. And if kids happen to talk about their parents forming an angry mob then, y’know, teachers listen.”

“Then you showed up and made it complicated, as usual.”

“So all this was for nothing?”

“Shall we then?”

“What did you expect of course she loved me.”

“I’m coming, Love.”

“It was as if he had just... faded away.”

“What happened to him after that... How, why... I can’t even begin to comprehend.”

“I stopped trying to make sense of it a long time ago.”

“What I do know is that, once a year, I get to see my friend.”

#klaus #netflix klaus #sentence starters #klaus starters #christmas starters #reposting an updated version of this meme with more starters on the list

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hypnotisedfireflies · 11 months

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I’m not sure if you’ve already had this question, but what would happen between Tess and Joel if Mike survived the outbreak (but Nico still died), assuming they still meet the same way.

Hi Anon! Thanks for sending me an ask.

I have sort of discussed this in terms of the upcoming AU, but not as a divergence of the story as it exists with the outbreak intact.

I'm going to bullet point this, because I actually haven't considered it before, and it is probably the easiest way to make sense of my train of thought.

Meeting the same way, good chance they followed the same basic steps Tess took early on: picked up by army, spends time in a camp before the military abandon it, join the Lake Michigan group and start trading with other groups.

I don't think Mike possesses the same inate skills to survive that Tess does. He would be less aggressive, more amenable to making friends … he's Rachel's brother, after all, and he would follow the same survival beats as her. Ingratiate, befriend, follow rather than lead.

This would be a growing source of conflict between Mike and Tess.

That and the fact that Nico died in his care and she's trying to deal with that - she's claimed to have forgiven him, hasn't.

She'd meet Tommy and Joel much the same way. Mike would spend more time at camp than in travel and trades.

For convenience's sake, let's say Mike is with her on that last meeting when Tess tells Tommy and Joel they're coming with her.

Tess tells him the plan after she's made it with Joel and he kind of panics because he doesn't want to go out there, he wants to go Chicago QZ with Ash which is presumably safe.

Dynamics: Tess and Tommy still get on like a house on fire. Tommy and Mike would be friendly but a bit awkward. Joel and Mike basically nonexistent. Tess and Mike is up and down (especially as her exposure to the Millers is tapping into the survival instincts we know, setting her free, changing her in Mike's eyes) and Tess and Joel basically don't talk because ~attraction.

The Servs have a good day somewhere along the journey and Mike tries to initiate something intimate with her, but she fobs him off. She takes watch with Joel instead, where they do not talk at all and just sit in comfortable silence for the rest of the night.

I'm going to just think along the same story beats because otherwise my imagination will go too wild, even though they'd probably take a different direction with another person present.

So where are we … okay winter. Shitty Missouri basement. Mike's not totally useless but he is the weak link and it's becoming more and more clear that he doesn't fit in.

The Servs haven't been intimate since Outbreak. Mike is starting to lose patience, especially since he's started to notice that Tess and Joel have this sexual energy between them, go to great lengths to avoid one another, yet work extremely well together.

I'm sorry, you asked a simple question and I'm basically writing a story outline.

Early winter, first snows, tensions high.

Tommy is basically trying to keep the peace lol.

Joel likes to bitch to him about how much he doesn't like Mike and Tommy calls it for what it is. Joel is in denial. Of course.

For the ~dramas, Tess and Joel almost kiss while he's teaching her to shoot.

Mike tries it on with Tess again and when she rejects him, they have a huge row. They take it outside when the Millers get back from hunting under the pretext of checking traps. She finally admits that she blames him for what happened to Nico and she hates him. The fight gets physical and … Tess falls though the ice!

Wait. I'm just writing an AU of my own story now. Is this weird?? I feel like this is weird, lol??

#driftersverse #asks

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ruiniel · 1 year

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Hiii! ur best anon here may please get a castlevania platonic relationship headcanon where reader is Dracula’s brother/sister ( with the Loki personality if possible ^^) and how they interact w/ their nephew 🥺🥺Anywho have a lovely day Mwahhh 💗💗✨✨

Hi best anon, it's a short request I'll indulge in myself heh... but had to make this a little tongue-in-cheek because I just love the 'grumpy uncle'

If brother:

You'd absolutely despise the change in Dracula that woman brought

at first

She'd win you over fast, Lisa has a knack for it (had Dracula smiling within minutes of meeting her etc)

Now they have offspring, wonderful... you'd roll your eyes often, but somehow end up supporting Lisa's delivery since Dracula had to be away and the baby came waaay earlier than anyone thought/planned. You cursed all the way, it's ok Lisa was cursing too

The new thing squealed so much, you wanted to be away from it as fast as possible

Ended up rocking the creature to sleep every other night, sitting in a chair and lazily nudging the cradle with your boot.

You've started calling him Adrian by force of habit. Like it or not, your dear brother now has a family. A part of you still thinks he'll regret it one day, but you keep your thoughts to yourself. His coffin, let him sleep in it and all that

So many questions once Adrian starts speaking, luckily you've read they grow up fast, literally in this case

He reads, reads all day now. And you, being the self-appointed librarian of the vast castle library, have no escape from questions yet again

You always scold him for beaming between the shelves and disturbing the book/scroll arrangements. Annoying pup.

Somewhere along the way, you've come to expect the questions, wondering where the kid is or if something's happened if he didn't show

Lisa teaches him biology, chemistry, human anatomy, his father goes for history, philosophy and languages

Guess you're the one training him now

He calls you uncle, which makes you feel odd. Your heart is dead, which makes it even funnier

He's good with the blade, for one so young. Catches on fast, the sapling

You end up enjoying teaching him the blade, techniques included. He won't need enchantment, he'll do well enough without it

Now you're proud of him. When the hell did that happen.

You tell him

And Adrian smiles, rushing to hug you.

The brat.

[fast forward a few years]

He beats you at chess

He beats you at Senet

He beats you at the Royal Game of Ur

You make it up to him during training

You see Vlad in him, when he was human, young, kind, responsible, and at peace, before the shadow took you both.

If sister:

A rare, impossible thing: your brother, drawn out of his stone-cold seclusion.

You watch them together from afar, he and his fair-haired apprentice, the threads of attraction and respect weaving around them tighter and tighter until none will be free of it.... you know its name, though you'd not experienced it yet, not before your turning, and not after.

A part of you is... content? Happiness is not a feeling you're acquainted with any longer. You'd asked for this, long ago, you think as you stare at your taloned hand. You'd asked Vlad to turn you so you could be together forever; so he would not be alone.

Now, he's no longer alone. He risks much by attempting humanity again, though his past is as dark as the pits of Tartarus and haunts him still. You'd never seen him so lively, as though a new breath of life had shaken him and the castle along through him, to its core.

When the child arrives, you keep your distance. Lisa had fearlessly approached you from the beginning, making no difference whether she spoke to a creature of the night or a human peddler. You'd grown fond of her, in your own way, but now she is always tired; Vlad is happier than he's ever been, and you find yourself throwing a sneering remark or other when seeing him hush the baby to sleep.

He's a grower, your nephew; never had you thought your family, such as it was, would flourish. And not in this manner, but here they are, the mortal and her improbable offspring with his pale curls and features reminding you of days long gone.

The Night is fair, you'd stopped missing the sun; though, sometimes you miss do the sunrise, and so you'd tell Adrian the nights he sought for you, out of loneliness or curiosity or both. You cannot read him, this child of both worlds.

"I will find a way for you to see the sunrise, aunt. I promise," he'd said, a child not even having reached adolescence.

You'd scoffed, and sent him off to bed.

While Lisa is away on unavoidable visits as part of her trade and Vlad is otherwise occupied, you spend time teaching him the forgotten language of the shadow people; he catches on fast. Intelligent, bright like his mother and persistent like his father.

Maybe this is a good turn of things, after all. Maybe it was not your fate to be alone forever, the two of you, with the struggles of the vampire world on your shoulders.

One breezy summer night, as you stare up at the waning moon, you hear a wisp and shift in the wind.

It's Adrian, flying and landing on the stone floor of the balcony, something in his hand.

Wordlessly, he extends it towards you. "I promised."

You stare, at what seems to be a... sunrise, real and alive, in pink and yellow and red, showering the dark green of the forest in bright yellow light.

It's a painting.

"Do you like it?"

You snort, but feel a smile pulling at your cold features.

Happiness is not a feeling you're acquainted with any longer.

But this, you think, is as close as it can get.

#ruiniel:fanfiction #castlevania imagine #ruiniel:headcanons

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mishwanders · 1 year

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The four ocs ( yeah like four lords ) of BbF and their love languages ヽ⁠༼⁠⁰⁠o⁠⁰⁠；⁠༽⁠ノ

I had to rewrite this because tumblr deleted my shit again. Im going to start setting fire to this app istg

ANY WAY 😂 MY FOUR OCS ARE MY FOUR LORDS (and then there Miles Wesker - their guard dog lmao!) we know I’m about to ramble again so everything’s going under the cut

How They Love/What They Need

Sorina Spencer

Acts of Service/Words of Affirmation

Okay starting off with a tricky one because honestly she shows her love in a few ways, but acts of service is her #1. In the story she allows Oswell to stay in her home when he’s in the village, she takes over teaching the children in the training facility, she helps out Albert and Alex who were attempting to make chocolate covered strawberries as a surprise for her, takes it upon herself to drive herself and Oswell to a picnic in Arklay, and even puts her safety of hiding on the line to save Ethan, Mia, and Elena Winters.

But, the woman feels as if she hasn’t done enough because of the foul words other people have said (look at you James Marcus), so she needs words to constantly reminder that she is loved and that she’s doing what she can with the situations she’s been thrown into. Also means she fits well with Oswell, because he can talk, monologue even if he truly wanted to lol.

Matilda Costache

Gift Giving/Quality Time

Matilda enjoys making things in their free time for the ones they love - Heisenberg has a blanket that he refuses to get dirty UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE because it’s that special to him, Matilda even makes a nice little memorial piece for Eva using her old doll, photo, and trinkets, so Miranda can look at it in peace in her cave. Ricardo and Hunk even get gifts - a handmade sweater and knife, a plethora of meals which the men help out with. Matilda likes to make practical gifts that they know will be looked at your used for a long time.

Matilda needs quality time - they crave it. It doesn’t even have to be something elaborate, even just sitting in the room working on their respective projects together means the world to Mat. They fit well with Miranda in that way, because they spend long hours together in the cave - Matilda trying to find Eva in the megamycete and Miranda working up plans to on how to bring the girl out. They also work out well with Heisenberg in that regard too - because they’re both working on the same project (dead cyborg army) so they get to spend a lot of time together doing that.

Ricardo Luis Santos

Physical Touch/Physical Touch

Touched starved gay man finally gets to hold hands with the man he’s fallen for - more news at 11.

But fr, the only person who ever showed him the affection he needed growing up was his grandmother and that increased after he almost died as a child. When he gets to Rockfort Island things get a little difficult for him because there’s no way for him to show that on the island without getting into a physical fight with the others. In Raccoon City things change a bit because Sorina and Hunk are the two who recognize it. Sorina treats him like a mother figure would, gently placing her hand on his shoulder, cheek, or top of his hand (until they get to the village and she’s throws her arms around him in a hug) and Hunk does so by placing his hand on his shoulder or arm in public. In private though, Hunk is more touchy (it is the 90s after all, they can’t be open about their relationship) but when they get out of the US and are in the confines of Matilda’s cabin, touchiness increases. Both of the men always have a hand or arm over the other, whether it be thigh, back pocket, over the shoulder - Matilda has already made it clear that they love them and don’t want them to feel like they need to hide in Mat’s presence, which actually takes a huge weight off of their shoulders there. Matilda uses Ricardo to lean on a lot, one because their balance sucks after breaking their leg, but also because he’s makes them feel comfortable enough to do so - just like they do with Heisenberg.

Elena Winters

Acts of Service/Acts of Service

Elena is a very devoted and loyal person to those she loves - she will do ANYTHING in order to show that, even if it means having to go into a murder house to save them. She also does it by trying to take off the weight of responsibility on other shoulders, adopting Ethan as a teenager so they wouldn’t be separated after their fathers death, helping Ethan and Mia out with Rosemary, staying with Ethan after Mia’s disappearance so he would have to worry about taking care of the apartment but instead focus on himself, helping Sorina out with her own place, her car, etc. helping Chris out with his needs like with the nightmares, taking over some of his duties with protecting the family while they’re in witness protection, etc.

Since the very beginning of her story in Sorina’s - acts of service has always been a part of Elena’s life. Heisenberg accidentally brings her back to life, takes care of her for a month until Edgar Winters shows up and brings her home. Both of his kids knew how much he sacrificed for them and he’s truly where Elena learned it from. Also considering she’s a trans woman living in Texas - not the safest place for her to be - Ethan has become very protective of his older sister and hearing Eveline and Lucas dead name her as a means to get at him made him want to sucker punch both of them lmao.

Sorina also comes through for her many times - calling the cops and the BSAA when Elena and Ethan were in trouble at the Baker House, taking over when Elenas feeling clueless on what’s going to happen next with their lives, and defending her against Miranda. Chris does so as well by stepping up for her with the BSAA and vouching for her ability to help them, he and Jill even do her training together so she’s getting the best of the best, doing things around their apartment when she’s having flare ups from the infections, etc etc. Mia also helps out and Elena comes to trusting her again after everything comes out and Mia is they one Elena goes to (outside of Sorina) when it comes to needing help with her mold infection and what it all means in the end for her.

And since I can, I’m doing one for my newest baby boy - my guard dog -

Miles Wesker

Physical Touch/Acts of Service

Now my new son’s love languages come from a very messed up sense. He’s only ever been used for other peoples gain and the way he was shown to gain other peoples trust is through physical touch - it’s the only way that has ever truly worked for him, unlike his siblings which would be more words based. But he’s much less likely to put much stock into words - he’s been lied to enough. The way he shows it with his older siblings is through basic means, hand on the shoulder, on their arm, he likes to sling his arm over Alberts - which irritates the older man but he doesn’t always shove him off, he realizes it’s just how he shows he likes him. With Claire, much more touchy, likes to have a hand somewhere whether it be holding hers, around her waist, on her belt loop - SOMETHING TO MAKE SURE SHES THERE.

He needs people to prove to them that they’re going to be there and the only way he can truly verify that is through peoples actions. Umbrella had sullied him enough on words with their lies, Alberts the one who really instilled in him his actions speak louder than words for him. It never mattered what his older brother said, he always knew the man cared when he tossed him some extra food in the cafeteria, helped him keep his hiding place in Raccoon City etc. and even Alex funneled cash in his direction to make sure he’d be able to eat at least.

Even with Claire, no matter how many times she threatens to turn him in, she never does and in fact makes it a point to defend him when he needs it. He makes it a point to help her as well, dropping hints or a bread crumb trail to lead her to the next story to undo his own enemies on the black market. They’re enemies, they’re lovers, but he’s also gaming the system for his benefit. A nasty feral man - we love to see it lmao.

Putting this down here at the bottom - if tumblr fucks me in the ass again and doesn’t put this under the cut someone PLEASE tell me so I can attempt to fix it because GOD THATS A LOT OF WORDS UP THERE AND I DONT WANT YALL GO SUFFER MT RAMBLING IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE IT LMAO

#oc: miles wesker #oc: sorina spencer #oc: matilda costache #oc: elena winters #oc: ricardo luis santos

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abyssalpriest · 11 months

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I think.... I really needed to make peace with that game and reconnect with him and remember him as first and foremost being the Day Sky to me like at the same time... I guess it's a No Shit Dei situation, Leviathan is a damn world-widely worshiped spirit he knows what he's doing he is ancient but like

I can't.... Explain in words how much of myself and my will to do spirit work and my stability and trust in myself was lost when I broke up w my ex, figuring out the little cult he had started surrounding this game I won't mention by name was...... A fucking cult and a section of a larger organised cult that he purposely kept me isolated from for Cult Reasons ie he purposely isolated members of his religious followings from each other in order to stop them piecing shit together and like.... Look. It was a cult.

I... Was so ready, when I worked with that game as a basis for my spirituality, to be insane. To be mad, to be on the border of humanity and the spiritual, to say weird shit. My power is partially in the sky and partially in madness and partially in the eldritch (one day I'll find a name for this since I don't like lovecraft and fiction-based connotations for myself, because surprise surprise due to aforementioned cult reasons that's a bit of a sensitive thing), that's me, the intersection of the day and the madness of communion with knowledge and God and the deep and dark tendril-based watery depths.... and I associated the eldritch with my abusive cult leader ex and the madness of the time was all me spouting his cult ideas and things that explicitly were made up to a larger audience, and the sky..... I felt like I was a piece of shit and I was so disconnected from so much of myself that I couldn't be a part of the sky. Today marks a change

I'm allowed to be batshit insane and still know what I am talking about. I'm allowed to be eldritch and not inherently be a danger to people. I am (a part of) the overarching Day Sky which always takes up huge swathes of space and has a presence and is liminal and transcendental and undefined - and also is neutral and doesn't rule over incarnated Earth nor is it more important than Earth, the sky and the earth are eternal equal lovers with different skills and strengths and techniques but remain in love. The sky is allowed to exist in neutrality. I'm so sick of existing in discourse online where one team has to be righteous and therefore deserves power over the wicked and the other side is wicked and therefore must be punished... I'm sick of microanalysing every little thing I do because it gets completely in the way of what spirit work is. For fucks sake man I'm able to sit here discussing views on human sacrifice with gods where we're allowed to have very different views without judgement, I'm allowed to say woah but it's a human life and they're allowed to say yes but you eat animals, can't we eat you? And no one witch hunts anyone, we can debate.... And we talk (unrelatedly) how I want to consume because I am a living being and a growing spirit that hungers, and does that mean I'm ready to be consumed? When the hunt turns on me will I be ready to be eaten alive? having intellectual conversations on these topics with ancient nature spirits.... Enlightening. Mind-blowing. Completely new ways of seeing the world and then completely new ways of seeing what I'm seeing... Meanwhile back on this plane if I say the wrong word that I didn't know was bad I'm expected to lie down and take it when I'm hunted for sports, not because we admit we're all animals who want to enforce order but because Im a disgusting beast....

I can finally admit I am gentle by force of will because I do not wish to harm people, I do everything I can to stick to my morals and be gentle, I am simply existing, doing my job, spreading information which is by itself neutral - not even teaching, just leaving my records of my Tantric evolving journey into awakening to my true self for others to see as a curiosity.... I'm tired of That Game I Mentioned (or the version of it my ex taught me) and the cult I was in surrounding said game colouring my vision and I am tired of not embodying the part of nature I have been since before discourse was a thing because; despite the fact I know I cry if I offend people let alone actively hurt them, I am listening eternally for every other humans opinions on what I am doing before I do anything. But I do not work for humans. Why have I been so upset day in day out about every little wrong thing I do, every off phrasing of sentences, tearing apart everything I am and do and hating it because it's all marred with hurtful clumsy problematic takes and uneducated opinions and dangerous ideas? Why am I paranoid about hurting people to the point of wringing dry all my experiences of all their character and nuance? I do not work for humans.

I am allowed to make mistakes and mess up and I will correct myself. I need to trust that. I need to trust that most people will just tell me if I do something that's a social faux pas and just talk it out with me... And as my Lord said, I need to acknowledge that I work for him, a spirit to whom humans have been sacrificed and many have lost their lives - but also because of whom we are here today and who watches over us and loves us actively and constructively and teaches us things that progress our civilisation forward. I work for something that is beyond what our human minds can wrap around and confine into human morality and discourse... And I work for him as in I don't just bow to him but channel him, he possesses me, I am one of his vessels, my eyes are his eyes whenever he wants them. He comes round to eat my food, to read my messages to friends, to give opinions, to rearrange my furniture, there is increasingly less and less divide between us....... Which means I have to be ready to transcend past human imposed barriers on thought and progress. And that means I, a part of the Day Sky, need to trust my Lord, and I have learned.... That I can. And I want to. I'm ready to trust again. Accidentally just highlighted the text from need to trust my Lord to the end of the last sentence and it was highlighted in day sky blue lmfao. Thank you. I will.

#ramblings //#Also something really really really just soft and nice about having let myself say Lev here because that. Is. A. Lot of things to me #Diary //

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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A while ago someone asked for some Silco interacting with the girls when Vander first adopted them in Zaun Family. So here’s him with Powder – I’ll also write him with Vi I just want to start actually posting things again.

Tags: omegaverse, implied-past-mpreg

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It turns out peace is more work than war.

Piltover might be willing to humor their list of demands but Silco knows if there is any way for the topsiders to wiggle out of their end they will take it. And they don’t respect a handshake nor care if other Zaunites know they don’t stick by their word.

Written contracts they at least will honor. So Silco is once again spending his night reading over the proposed treaty to see if there is any clause that might let Piltover slip their duties.

He tries not to think about the role that will be created by the treaty. Nor who is the obvious person to send into that pit of vipers and be able to play their game and fight for what Zaun needs.

Those thoughts are for after the ink dries.

As he goes to turn the page a hairbrush slides up on and across the table. Looking down he meets the gaze of the younger of the two reasons they are going ahead with this whole negotiation to put down their arms against Piltover.

It is slightly unfair to put the entirety of the blame onto the two girls that Vander had found on the bridge that night. There was also their boys to consider, and how if they continued down the path of violence then they would likely leave them similarly orphaned. A previously acceptable risk that now feels harder to be okay with. And Piltover seemed willing to at least listen and offer something even if it is not full independence. Right now they have the opportunity to make real progress for the people in Zaun, an opportunity that may vanish all too easily.

Powder’s expression is clearly unsure as she stares up at him.

The girl’s seem a little unsure of him generally. The eldest of them sticking by Vander’s side as much as she can and keeping her younger sister close, trying to keep her out of trouble and out of Silco’s way.

He supposes it must be hard to come into the house that already has pups in it on top of losing their parents to Piltover’s violence. The fear of being forced onto Silco as a responsibility despite not being one of his own born.

Vander might have made the decision to bring them home but they are theirs now, blood or not.

“Do you want me to brush your hair?” Silco asks and Powder gives a short nod. “Can you sit on my lap?”

Powder nods against so Silco helps her up onto his lap. Reaching out for the hairbrush as he runs the fingers of his other hand through her hair.

It makes sense she would come to him for this. Vander was hopeless at hair despite Silco’s best attempts to teach him and while Vi had been doing it the last few days it was clearly a new task for the older girl. While Silco’s hair wasn’t as long as it had been when he was younger it was still long enough to braid at times and the pup was clearly smart enough to realize from that he would be the best option to care for hers as well.

Powder reaches out to grab the paperweight from his desk, twisting it in her hands as Silco brushes her hair through.

None of his boys had wanted to grow their hair out. Instead wanting it short like their sire’s. They had all inherited Vander’s curlier hair so perhaps it was for the best.

Powder has thick straight hair though. And, assuming presenting didn’t change it, she would be able to grow it long one day.

For now it reaches the small of her back as Silco neatly braids it. Grabbing one of his bands from the table to tie it off with.

“You can get up now,” Silco says as he lets the braid drop.

“Do I have to?” Powder asks, looking directly up at him with those wide, worried eyes.

“Not if you don’t want to.” Silco is well adapt to working with a pup on his lap. “What I’m doing is boring though.”

“I don’t mind,” Powder says and that settles it Silco supposes as he goes back to the treaty as Powder keeps idly playing with the things on his desk.

The company makes the work slightly more bearable. A reminder of the future they are doing this all for.

#Arcane #Zaun Family #Arcane omegaverse #omegaverse #Silco Arcane #Jinx Arcane #Anon prompt #Prompt fill #Prompt fic #I accidently a ficlet

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childofchrist1983 · 9 months

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Then spake Jesus to the multitude, and to his disciples, Saying The scribes and the Pharisees sit in Moses' seat: All therefore whatsoever they bid you observe, that observe and do; but do not ye after their works: for they say, and do not. - Matthew 23:1-3 KJV

"Do as I say, not as I do". Sounds like parents who have bad habits that they don't want their children to pick up! But the scribes and the Pharisees are more than parents; they are the arbiters of the Law of Moses, the ones who decide what the Commandments mean and how they are to be observed by the people. So Jesus Christ tells the people to listen to them when they are talking about the laws, but not to follow their example. He told them that everything they do, they do for show.

We've talked before about motivation and how God knows what is in our hearts. If we donate money to a charity and the only reason we do this is to get our names in the paper or to win a prize, we already have our reward. There are those who put their life on the lines every day as first responders, and they consider this their job, and usually, they will talk about how they love their jobs, but they don't do it for the glory. There are others who are unsung heroes who risk their lives to help others, and often try to avoid getting their names in the paper because they claim it embarrasses them. What is important is to do the right thing. Not for our sake and glory, but for God's. God knows our hearts and our minds. He sees and hears what we say and do, but also knows what we need, giving it to us when we need it. And we thank Him for always being by our side and for giving us the opportunities to be of service to Him and to others.

With renewed minds and wills, let us serve Him humbly and faithfully out of pure love and grateful rejoicing. May He remind us of His presence and to remain at peace, fully knowing that all will be well because He is always with us. Let us seek Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ today and everyday with all our heart and being, looking for His love, light and will for our lives with each step we take. Let us seek to please Him with our thoughts, words, and deeds and seek to advance His Kingdom of Heaven and His glory with our lives. Let us seek Him from a pure and humble heart, and when we so seek, we believe Him and His promise that we will find. May He help us all to be more sensitive to the teaching ministry of His Holy Word and Spirit, relying on Him and allowing Him to speak to us and guide us every step of our Christian journey.

God gave us the Holy Bible - His living and Holy Word - to let us know of Him and His abiding love and care as well as guide and prepare us for all our lives. May He help us encourage one another as we continue our walk with Him and our duty to Him daily. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for being present for all our new beginnings and all our lives. May He redirect any anxiety we feel as He provides countless opportunities for growth and change. May we humble ourselves before God always, asking Him to forgive our sins and make our hearts and lives anew through His Holy Word and Spirit. May He help us make Him and His Holy Word top priority, so we can grow spiritually and grow in our relationship with Him as we apply it to our daily lives. Thank God that we can focus on Him and everything about Him, for that is what keeps us sane and at peace. May our words and actions always be a reflection of Him and His Holy Word and Spirit and will.

Everyday, we must remember to thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the grace that He poured out for us on the cross at Calvary. He has freed us from the burdens of sin and guilt. May He help us to always walk in His grace and Holy Spirit, not by our own measure. May He give us the humble humility to know that our freedom and eternal salvation is found only in Him, so that His grace may sustain us, and we may never lose sight of His love and light and mercy. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him and to serve Him. May He equip us to do all that He has called us to do so that as He works through us, He may use us to produce fruit, to reach others, and to encourage all brothers and sisters in Christ. May He work all of these things in us and through us for His Kingdom and His glory. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all His creation, for His miraculous ways and for everything He does and has done for us! Keep the faith and keep moving forward in your walk with Jesus! He loves us and He knows what is best for us. Seek, follow and trust in Him - Always!

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

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OZZY OZZY OZZY

House husband sage. We've already established that he can cook pretty decently so that's like 3 stars for him. Sometimes when you come home he re-arranged the a few things around the house, maybe did some renovations to make it more cozy. He's watching your reaction so closely,,,,,lil baby,,,,,,,.Y'all definitely have plants/cats/dogs that he takes over-the-top care of. At first he finds it kinda boring to be looking after plants but I think the peacefulness of doing such a mundane and domestic thing is what gets to him. Probably fixes stuff around the house all the time, like one of those dads that constantly has a tool box around. If you're going through a particularly rough time, whether you've been more stressed lately or work is piling up, he'll kidnap go to tulsi for help and make you a nice romantic dinner in your balcony. This does end up back firing when leaves and birds won't leave (haha they won't LEAF YOU ALON- *gets shot*) you alone but it's the thought that counts <3.

Honestly the life of a house husband doesn't particularly suit him, he wants be outside working a lot, it's what he's used to and he doesn't really mind either but there's probably a lot of days where you're out working while he's just vibing in your shared home. Oh and coming home to him high on catnip intensely watching Nat Geo.

-egg anon (dumb bitch anon)

House husband,, I think you mean housecat,,,

GN!Reader, soft and fluffy and augh I just wanna cuddle with him omg, we're assuming this is post-game so this is post-timeskip Sage

I, do not,, think that Sage would be able to take care of cats because his cat jealousy would kick in. He might be okay with a dog? Although given all the traumatic shit he's been through over the last few months I just think giving him a pet rn would be a little too much for him to handle. So I'm gonna give this one to my friend's OC Maehwa and say he takes care of the plants!!

You guys have a little garden. Once you teach him how to take care of everything (he takes a lot of notes and you have to supervise him for a couple days) he definitely hits the ground running. At first it's because he's desperate to please you - please tell his therapist about that - but over time he genuinely starts to find it really peaceful. Seeing the plants grow and sprout and stuff makes him happy. The hands which once took away so much life are now helping make new life. He likes that.

I also think that the scent of the Earth grounds him a lot. And he likes the scent of the plants too.

He also definitely is a handyman. He likes being useful and he likes getting to turn his brain off while he works on something.

You come into the living room and he's sitting on the floor and putting a bookshelf together and you set a mug of tea down on the table and smooch the top of his head and he just purrs and pauses to nuzzle you and kiss your cheek and then goes back to his work. You sit on the couch and ask him if he wants to watch anything in particular and he just hums and tells you to pick,,, you lean over and pet him and he kinda hums a little as he works and it's just very soft.

Sometimes he'll move furniture around so he can get the best sun spots to nap in. He always puts it back as best he can but sometimes they're a little off.

Other times he just needs a change. If you have certain things that need to stay in certain positions then he'll leave them alone, but everything else is fair game. You can always tell when he's done it because he'll greet you at the door and his ears will be half-folded but the very tips will be quivering and then he'll kinda,, trail behind you back into the room so he can see your reaction. Please give him praise. You can move things back later if you want but he needs the approval. And smooches. And maybe a treat.

It's a pretty common occurrence for you to come home to Tulsi hanging around. Sometimes it's because she's helping Sage with a romantic surprise for you but sometimes it's because they're stoned on the couch (or the floor) watching wildlife documentaries. You come home once and there's a kiddie pool in the living room and it's filled with ice chunks and water and Sage and Tulsi are chilling in it giggling at walruses.

Another time you get home right before Sage is about to pounce at the TV because it's showing a bunch of birds and you have to sprint over and grab his tail to stop him.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #tulsi ain #fren asks #egg anon #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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