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starrylothcat · 8 months

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Hello there! I absolutely love your writing, I often feel bad I’m constantly littering your notifications 👉🏼👈🏼

I’m not sure if you’ve done this but I would love a hunter x f!Jedi reader with spicy prompt “make me forget today” with either side being angsty.

In my mind the dynamic between the two is similar to codywan- really close but duty comes first. Could take place during clone wars or bad batch show, whichever you think would work best! Can definitely be NSFW, whatever you’re comfortable with.

And of course, feel free to pass if this ask isn’t for you. I completely understand! All the love! 💕💕

Conquest of Spaces

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: You and Hunter give in to one another, your hidden feelings set free. It’s something that you both know can’t continue, but when you meet again after Order 66, are you finally allowed to have what you’ve always wanted?

WC: 3600

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. PiV sex, angst, happy ending and Soft Hunter Bad Batch. Reader is a fem Jedi, looks not described and no pronouns used. Takes place before and after Order 66.

A/N: Never feel bad for spamming my notifications! Oh do I love me clone and Jedi angst. Thank you so much for the amazing prompt, I hope you enjoy it. It’s fluffy and angsty and hopefully kind of romantic? Lol 🥹👉👈

“Please make me forget today.” Those five words, spoken in broken desperation, sealed your fate. “Please.

You didn’t mean for this to happen, to allow feelings to bloom between the cracks. You tried plucking out the weeds, clearing those aggressively growing sentiments from your subconscious but they resurfaced stronger every time.

Your voice shook as you whispered those words in his ear, grasping onto his armor like it was a lifeline, you knew it wasn’t fair.

It was unjust to both him and yourself.

He could have said no, pushed you away.

You could have attempted to hold yourself together, to put on the in-control, strong Jedi facade one more time, though that mask was beginning to fracture.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it up before it would shatter completely into dust.

You were assigned to work with him and his brothers often, building trust with the team that few others had.

You and Hunter shared a strong camaraderie, a fellowship forged by mutual respect and dedication to your roles in the Republic. Your ability to understand one another with just a glance, how perfectly you fit together, could not be denied.

You tried to disregard the growing lingering glances, the way his tone would soften when he addressed you, or how he frequently invaded your dreams.

You could tell he was restraining himself, too. He knew the risks, the dangers of letting emotions divert you from your defined roles in this war.

Maybe in a different life, you could have more, but not in this one.

You locked those feelings away, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore them.

It wasn’t until you returned to Kamino after a disastrous mission that you left that hidden chest of feelings unlocked, whether you did it purposefully or not.

You had lost most of your squad. It wasn’t your fault, but you were bearing the burden.

You had known Hunter was on Kamino for a short leave, and comm’d him to meet you. He was the only one you could talk to.

Hunter met you, knowing immediately something was wrong. Hunter listened to you speak, your words quickly coming out as quiet sobs, feeling lost. You were supposed to be a protector, a peacekeeper. You felt as if you were failing. You told him of all your uncertainties about the war, and how you didn’t feel like a protector when all you did was fight for something that seemingly had no purpose or end.

You don’t remember the exact timeline of events, but after you breathed those words, his arms were around you, pulling you into a firm embrace as you leaned against his armor.

He murmured that he understood, and the burdens of being a leader weighed heavy on him, too.

You had looked up at him, locking on to his honeyed eyes you often found yourself lost in, almost too gentle to belong to a born and bred warrior such as him.

Hunter’s face was so close to yours, that you could see the speckles in his cornea and edges of his tattoo where the ink had bled into his skin.

His musky, spicy scent overtook your senses right before his lips met yours.

Hunter’s lips were warm, his stubble lightly scratching your face as his tongue slid against your own, your previous tears now long dried.

He pulled away, giving you the chance to say something.

“If I’ve gone too far-“ He started, but was cut off as you pulled him back in, your body buzzed with a craving you didn’t realize was possible.

This kiss was more fervid, and desperate as he wrapped his gloved hand in your hair. You were weightless in his arms, your mind spun with excitement, guilt, desire, and regret.

You shouldn't be indulging in this, letting him whisk you off your feet as he carries you into a nearby weapons closet, his mouth nipping and licking at every pressure and pleasure point on your neck.

The door slid shut, mouths crashing together again, tugging off armor and robes alike as everything that had been built between the two of you was finally set free. The thin, fraying tether that was keeping your professional relationship and what you truly desired apart had finally snapped.

It was a moment of weakness for you both.

But neither of you stopped.

You didn’t know where either of you began or ended, bodies burning with need as he slid into you, his mouth leaving marks along your collarbone.

Hunter’s pace was rigorous, knowing you didn’t have much time. Even as he desperately pounded into you, his touches were generous and worshipful, almost like you’ve done this a million times before.

He knew exactly where to feel you, he knew exactly what you wanted and when you wanted it. He rasped between strained groans about how beautiful you were, and how long he’s been wanting this.

You didn’t respond, knowing if you did, it would make this situation even more complicated than it currently was.

All you could do was gasp his name, pulling him closer and closer to you, wishing that you could stay in this weapons closet for the rest of time, just you and him.

Afterward, as you lay sweaty and messy, awkwardly perched on a weapons locker, there was so much you wanted to say.

Instead, the words hung in the air with your heavy breaths as you quickly dressed.

You could feel Hunter’s eyes boring into your soul, not knowing exactly what to do next. Hunter broke the silence, speaking the words he knew he shouldn’t say, the utterance like blades piercing your heart.

“I love you.”

You bit your lip which was now trembling, tearing your eyes from his, unable to look at him.

“Hunter…”

Why did he have to say it out loud?

Guilt weighed in your gut, as heavy as durasteel, knowing you shouldn’t have given in.

You wanted to cradle his face, kiss him, run your fingers through his locks, and tell him you loved him too.

Of course you loved him. You’ve always loved him.

You wanted nothing more than to just be with him, but you both knew that was a fantasy.

The war was only becoming more devastating, more clones and Jedi were needed by the day to keep the peace.

Hunter was the one his brothers looked to for leadership. He couldn’t leave his squad, his family.

For you to be the perfect Jedi the Council wanted, you needed a clear conscience and a pure heart. That meant no selfish attachments to cloud your mind.

Hunter placed his thumb and forefinger under your chin, seeing your face darken at his words. He tilted your head toward him.

“I know you can’t say it back. But I want you to know.”

His lips met yours once more, chaste and restrained, before exiting the closet without looking back.

You almost called out to him, to return the forbidden words. Instead, you let him walk away.

It was the last time you saw him before the galaxy erupted into chaos a few short weeks later.

Everything you once understood, once thought to be true, was burned and spread with the ash of the Jedi Temple.

You narrowly escaped, losing contact with everyone and anyone, hiding on remote planet after remote planet, not staying in one place too long.

You thought of Hunter, nausea wrenching your gut. Was he alive? How many Jedi has he killed? Was he with the Empire now?

The thought of him pointing his blaster at you, his viroblade at your throat, the tender glint in his deep, brown eyes replaced with bloodlust made your stomach lurch.

It made you sick, wishing so desperately you would have told him you loved him, said it out loud. You wished you had not been afraid, tethered to the Jedi Code that now meant nothing.

As you wandered and hid, you found yourself holding your comm, wanting to contact Hunter.

You knew you couldn’t, but not knowing whether he was alive, dead, or worse, ate at your soul.

Whether it was The Force, cosmic fate, divine intervention, or pure coincidence, you would see Hunter again.

You caught wind of a smuggler offering credits for jobs on Ord Mantell, in desperate need of work.

When you saw Hunter and his brothers sitting at the bar in Cid’s seedy establishment, you thought you were dreaming, or stepping into a trap.

They just stared, just as shocked to see you.

You whipped out your blaster, memories of clones pulling their own blasters on you, firing without mercy as you begged them to stop as you barely made it alive out of the Temple.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you!” You stood your ground, trying to hide the fear in your voice.

No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening!

Hunter was the first to stand up slowly, your name leaving his lips in quiet surprise.

You gripped your blaster, waiting for the moment he drew his.

Tech stood up slowly next, raising his arms.

“We won’t hurt you.” Tech said. “The chips did not activate in us.”

“Chips? What chips? What are you talking about?”

Your blood was ice, stepping backward toward the exit.

“Please I don’t want to…“

Your finger hovered on the trigger, not knowing if you’d have to fight those who you once called friends, the man who you once loved, and still did.

Hunter examined you, as if not believing what he was seeing was real. Maybe you were a ghost. You sure felt like one.

Your eyes darted between them all, none of them reaching for their weapons.

Your body shook, tears in your eyes, never expecting to see anyone you knew ever again, especially not them. You slowly lowered your blaster as Hunter approached you, placing his hand on your wrist as your legs almost gave out from the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“Is it really you…?” You choked out, your blaster clattering to the ground. Hunter nodded, pulling you in close for an embrace, saying your name with such profound relief you could have fainted.

Hunter pulled away, his eyes swimming with emotion, as were yours. Before you could say any more, the rest of the squad were surrounding you.

You hugged them all, too, happy to see them alive, and not trying to murder you.

It was a bittersweet reunion, catching up on all that had happened once they convinced you they weren’t dangerous.

They explained everything.

The chips, the conspiracy, Crosshair, Omega.

Your mind spun, trying to process it all.

All the while, Hunter’s eyes never left yours in all the hours you sat at the bar.

There was so much you wanted to say, but it had to wait.

They invited you on their next mission with Cid, even offering a small cut of the credits when the job was completed.

You agreed, having no other option than to say yes, though it made you nervous to join them, especially since the Empire was already on their tail.

Adding an (ex) Jedi to the mix could make things messy.

They didn’t seem too concerned, as long as you didn’t make yourself obvious.

Hunter gave you a small smile, a knowing look in his eyes flashing momentarily, his hand coming to your shoulder as you stood up from the bar to head to The Marauder.

“I’m happy you’re coming with. We’ve…I’ve missed you.” Hunter spoke quietly.

“I’ve missed you too, Hunter.” He nodded, wanting to say more, but Echo was gesturing to him to go over the mission details.

He squeezed your shoulder. “See you on the ship.”

You stepped onto The Marauder, and not much had changed, besides Crosshair’s absence and Omega’s new corner of the ship that she proudly gave you a tour of.

As you took off from Ord Mantell, watching the planet get smaller as you ascended into the atmosphere, it felt like before, when things were more simple.

Eager for your next assignment, ready to serve the Republic and make the Council proud.

You sat in a blast chair, watching the boys talk and Omega peering over Hunter’s shoulder as he set the hyperspace coordinates.

It felt like old times. Almost.

The job was simple, at least that’s how Cid described it. You were to retrieve a package from an arms dealer who was expecting you in a small village of the heavily forested planet you were heading for.

You weren’t to meet him until the next day, so you had downtime the evening before.

Tech landed the ship in a small clearing on top of a hill, most of the planet thick with old-growth trees. A lake was nestled amongst the trees down the sloping hill a few klicks away.

The water reflected the sun that was almost set as two moons drifted into the sky to replace the star in the sky.

Tech and Echo were busy looking at the map, deciding the best way to get to the village the next day while Wrecker and Omega played a game of Dejarik. Hunter was quietly and diligently cleaning his blaster, sneaking glances at you as he did so.

Hunter was respecting your boundaries, not wanting to push you into anything too quickly. He wanted nothing more than to kick everyone off the ship, wrap himself around you, feel you against him, proving that you were indeed real. He assumed you were still weary of clones, which he didn’t blame you for. He was just happy you were alive, and safe. That was enough for him, if nothing else.

You knew he was looking at you while you were organizing your things. You desperately wanted to talk to him alone, about the last time you saw one another.

Did he still love you? Did he mean what he said? Could you even pick up where you left off, after all that’s happened?

You peered at the clones you shared the ship with, tears filling the sides of your eyes, memories flooding back to you of your time with them. It seemed so simple back then. But now…what were you? They were still clones but now untethered by what they were bred for.

You were free as well, though the Jedi Code still burned into your skull, finding it hard to forget. If you weren’t a Jedi anymore, then what were you?

“Are you okay?” Omega noticed you, your hands trembling.

You sniffed, quickly wiping your eyes. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, especially Hunter’s.

“I…just need some air.” You stood up, shoving your pack under a blast chair. “I’ll be at the lake if you need me.”

You smashed the button to lower the ramp and headed out before it even touched the ground, before anyone could say anything to you.

Intense emotions swirled in your chest, briskly walking toward the serene water. The cool air of the evening calmed the ache in your being slightly, your hands still trembling.

The man you loved was in the ship behind you, and yet your footsteps led you further away from him. It was almost too much, suddenly being back with them, with him.

You roamed silently to the lake, sitting down near the edge of the water.

You closed your eyes, trying to meditate, focusing on your emotions. You honed in on the water lapping at the shore, the breeze rustling through the leaves, and the distant call of a nocturnal predatory bird.

You knew Hunter was there before he spoke.

“Everything is different now.” His voice was low. “It’s…still hard for me, too.”

You nodded, biting your lip, your eyes still closed.

“I tried to find you, to see if you were alive. But I didn’t want to risk endangering you.”

You slowly opened your eyes, focusing on him. He was looking right at you, his form illuminated by the glow of the moons.

“I didn’t know…I was afraid…” You stammered. “I wanted nothing more than to know if you were alive…I’m sorry that I never…” Your next words were caught in your throat as Hunter’s lips met yours, soft and loving. You were transported to your first kiss, all that time ago.

That ache in your chest was suddenly gone, replaced with a weightlessness only he could make you feel.

He pulled away almost as quickly as he leaned in.

He silently gazed at you, a hand coming to caress the side of your face.

You leaned into his touch, bringing your hand over his. “I never stopped thinking about you.” He whispered, his thumb tracing your cheek.

“Can I kiss you again?” He murmured.

“Yes.”

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Soon, you laid out underneath him, your clothes a makeshift blanket under you on the shore of the lake.

Instead of in a cramped weapons closet, you were free in the evening air, the endless sky above you.

You took your time re-exploring each other’s bodies, relishing in languid pleasure as the moons hung heavy in the night sky.

Hunter did not leave an inch of your body untouched, bringing you to your peak over and over again with his hands and mouth, making up for the lost time.

When he was satisfied you were ready for him, he positioned himself on top of you, his hair hanging from his headband, haloing his face above you.

He slowly entered you, moans leaving both of your lips, your hands coming around his shoulders, welcoming the stretch as he sank into you. It was mind-melting pleasure, feeling him so close and real.

Hunter stopped once he was fully seated in you, dropping his head to your side.

“I still love you.” His lips were right at your ear, deep inside you, but not moving. Not yet.

You cradled his face, just as you wished you did all that time ago as he searched your eyes for an answer.

Part of him worried you had just made the same mistake as before, giving into your carnal desires when there was still so much uncertainty.

Was this something you should be doing, was it selfish to want one another when others were still suffering?

You kissed him gently, tears catching on your eyelashes, his worried thoughts evaporating with your touch.

“I’m sorry I never said it back.” You traced his tattoo with your fingertip, his eyes closing, relishing your touch.

“You couldn’t. I knew you couldn’t.” He muttered, his brows furrowed. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position…”

“We can now. We can say it.”

Hunter’s eyes opened, a gentle smile on his face. “Then say it.” He pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you, Hunter. I always have.”

He smiled as he nuzzled the side of your face, the world melting away as he began to move, bodies entwined as one.

You were boneless and safe in his embrace as his fingers and lips molded to you perfectly.

His thrusts were slow and purposeful, his eyes never leaving yours.

Hunter touched you like before, like you’ve been lovers for 100 years, mapping your body so lovingly, so exquisitely, so perfectly.

He was afraid if he didn’t intricately memorize every curve and soft swell of your body, you might slip away again, and he wouldn’t get another chance.

You locked your ankles around his waist, changing the angle. Hunter let out a low whine, his head falling to your shoulder as your pleasure grew.

You were thankful for the slight breeze coming off the water, sweat forming on your bodies as your passion intensified.

You lightly tugged at his hair, his name leaving your lips in breathy mewls, his baritone moans thick with longing, dropping an octave as you clenched around him.

Hunter brought a finger to your clit, drawing tight circles, his thrusts hitting you in such a way you couldn’t discern the stars in your vision from the ones in the sky above.

Your fingernails dug into his muscled shoulder blades as your body arched toward him.

Hunter was drunk on your smell, your body, his senses absorbing every small sound.

Your intense arousal filled his nostrils, tasting your sweet skin as he left open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your body was on fire, overwhelmed by his tenderness, his devout passion, wordlessly telling you how much you meant to him.

“I’m right here, I have you.” Hunter rumbled, pressing his lips to yours, feeling your body tremble as you teetered on the precipice of your final orgasm. “I’ll always have you.”

He swallowed your pleasured sobs as you came, constricting and trembling around him, sending him over the edge.

Hunter let out a shuddered groan, pressing his hips into yours one final time, filling you with his release, his lips still on yours.

Your hands delicately roamed his back, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as he rested his weight on his forearms around you.

Your bodies stilled, trying to catch your breaths, the only other sound the tranquil waves splashing on the shore behind you.

You held on to one another, not wanting this moment to end. Hunter left feather-light kisses on your jawbone, leading to your lips, sliding his mouth to yours for an immensely passionate kiss.

The future was uncertain and unmapped, just as it was back when you were Jedi and soldier. You may have to take up your old roles once again, putting duty before all else.

You made peace with that, knowing how you felt for one another would only make you stronger, having something real to hold on to as you traversed into the unknown.

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wolfiafuntime · 11 months

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Modern! Cult Leader! Zhongli

My first brainrot!! Or rather, the first one I'm actually writing about lol.

Ft. Modern Sagau X Nonbinary! Reader (you get called adorable once)

TW: cults, children being in cults, diet control, murder

Published: June 14, 2023

Words: 1,742

Pages: 5

This brainrot takes place in a Modern! SAGAU. Where, within the state/city (haven't decided yet) of Teyvat, at Akademiya University, a young and self-absorbed Zhongli- who longs for money, violence, and fame- decides to start a cult.

He makes up this genderless god who created the universe and all life within it. He says that each planet within our solar system once had its own dominant race. That the god fell in love with one of their creations- a dragon-like harbinger of war known as Rex Lapis- and who's love was returned. That together, the pair had seven children (Anemo, Geo, Electro, Dendro, Hydro, Pyro, and Cyro), and they were going to have another. But sadly, before they could be born, one of the planet's kings had grown jealous of their not only their love, but also their power. So, with his cunning wit, the king convinced six other planets to do a hostile takeover. One that killed both the Creator and their kids.

He says that the grieving Rex Lapis, in a blind fury, went and slaughtered every living being that had contributed to his beloved's death. When he was finally finished, he went to the only planet that hadn't betrayed his spouse (Earth), and laid down for a several-million-year depression nap. At first, the people of Earth treated him with kindness. They cleaned his body while he slept, and created various shrines around him so they would have a proper place to put their offerings. But as the years went on, the people mysteriously stopped taking care of him. And so, life began to bloom across the Rex Lapis's body, and he slowly but surely turned into a mountain.

He says that, when Rex Lapis had finally woke up, with life all across him, he didn't have the heart to move. For it reminded him of both his spouse and some of his children. And so, he used his powers to create a tiny solid projection of himself that he could act as his eyes and ears for the new world outside him. And, after getting a good look at everything, he decided to make a human form and conjure various other things he would need to disguise himself as a member of modern society. But doing so had stretched his what was left of his powers (which were weakened from years of disuse, like atrophied muscles) thin. So thin he couldn't do anything more without them breaking, and trapping himself within the mountain for who-knows how long.

This human, as you've probably guessed by now, named himself Zhongli.

Zhongli says that he felt insulted by the people for forgetting his beloved spouse, who oh so graciously gave them life. But without his powers, he couldn't seek vengeance like he wanted. So, he decided to take a more peaceful route and start spreading the gospel of his spouse and kids.

The first few members of his cult are an odd bunch. A drunk wannabe musician, a pair of abused sisters, a married lady, and more. As a reward, he gave each of them a piece of jewelry, crafted with one of his children in mind, so they could identify each other. He called these accessories 'Visions', and said that they 'revealed the mortals who see the truth'. Each vision represented a different one of his born children.

To keep his cultists where he wanted them, he created the 'creators diet', which, while being versatile, successfully damaged his servants' ability to think. He had them pray every morning, every night, and every time they faced any trouble. He had the cult move into a house located on the very mountain he claims his body is trapped under. This house, which he claims was made with power he gained from all the worshipping, is a building many family reunions were held when he was a child. One that his grandparents, who he had not talked to for years at that point, just so happened to give him before dying.

The house was fairly large. Two stories, with two rooms on the ground floor (a large living room and large dining room (with a small kitchen attached)), and eleven rooms (ten bedrooms and a communal bathroom) on the floor above. One of the ten bedrooms was a master bedroom, which he obviously had to himself. While the members spent only slept in and cleaned the house, due to the distance from the city and the fact they all had jobs, he still had them meet every Monday at noon for 'group prayer' and group sparing. During these prayer sessions, he would have his servants give nearly all of their money to him. After all; he was a dragon. And what was a dragon without treasure?

To his mild surprise, but great amusement, the cult grew very big within a few years. Too big for him to manage. So, he divided the job amongst six of the seven original members; a reward for 'enlightening' so many people. He also gave them physical rewards- another, different piece of jewelry he called gnosis, that he 'infused with his power' so that when their natural death comes, they would be able to sit beside his spouse and kids in celestia. Through them, he was able to get six different houses that his expanding cult could move into. Sadly, not everyone could move into one of the buildings. But considering the members that couldn't were all very big names within Teyvat, he was fine with making exceptions.

As the years went on, he slowly started decorating himself with various makeup and props to make himself look more dragon-like. Horns, cat-pupil eye contacts; he even went so far as to get his arms tattooed brown and gold! All to show his people "the growth of his power".

"The more acolytes I-- and my beloved, of course- gain, then more of you should be able to meet their grace when your natural death comes. Why, with enough of you, we might even be able to raise them from the dead!" <- Something Zhongli will soon regret saying on a regular basis.

Sadly, some of them meet their 'natural death's fairly soon. Like Makoto and Rukkhadevata, who had discovered the truth through his goddamn parents of all people. Of course, he killed all four, but that brought some new problems. While Makoto was easily replaced by her sister, he not only needed a replacement for Rukkhadevata, but she had a daughter that needed to be taken care of. Her father didn't know she even existed, and he feared her discovery would start an investigation into his cult. Little did he know that his murders already did.

It took him a few years to discover, but when he did, it was already too late. He, in another panic to preserve everything, killed the mole. But, worried that there was another one, he made plan and slowly acted on it over the following months. First, he had one of the archons buy him a house and faked a 'power tear' because of overusing said powers (he, before leaving, compared it to a muscle tear). Then, he had all but one of the houses change the day and time of the weekly prayer session. Finally, through his archons, he had the seven houses turned into buildings for newcomers, with the only members ever coming for the weekly prayer session (Which he also altered to be on separate days depending on the house they're in).

Don't be mistaken, he still had connections to the cult and most certainly still had control over it! He made absolutely sure of it before he left. The archons, who knew of the truth and were sworn to secrecy, regularly contacted him for guidance, prayers, and offerings. But he was now living a much more normal lifestyle. It was kind of difficult for him, to be honest. He had to wear long sleeves and gloves whenever he left the house. He had no one to talk to him, no one to clean for him, no one to cook for him… But the worst of all, in his opinion, was him having to get a job.

He can't help but be thankful for his past self's decision to complete college and get his degree, even though it had become unneeded before he had even finished school. Without it, he wouldn't be able to get a job as a funeral consultant. And, just his luck, his boss was also a member of his cult! A member of the liyue house, with a pretty little pyro vision ring worn on her ring finger of all things.

He had a difficult time hiding his laughter. Sadly, that was just about the best thing he discovered as of late. For he made a rather worrisome discovery a few months later.

When he first heard he was getting a new neighbor, he didn't think much of it. Other than anticipation for getting a new toy for him to use and abuse, of course. But then he actually saw his neighbor, and he froze for a second. A (s/t) person with the hair, eyes, and body to match his so-called beloved spouse. He cursed his past self for allowing that one geo boy draw the 'human form' of his 'beloved' for a moment. But then he took a deep breath, and went and introduced himself to you.

You- kind, sweet, and adorable you. Who's personality somehow also matches the one he made up for his 'creator'. And he silently worries as he helps you carry some boxes into your deceased grandparents house. Worries about someone from his hundred-membered cult, all of whom now having homes of their own- spotting you. If you accidentally snap his followers out of his control..! No- that can't happen. Won't happen. Not on his watch.

And my brainrot's died. Or rather, passed out, 'cause I wanna continue with this idea, but I have no idea on where to go from here. Maybe he kidnaps you. Maybe he manipulates you into becoming a recluse that only relies on him. Maybe he falls in love with you and decides to make you the vice-leader of his cult. Or maybe he falls into a delusion where you are his dead spouse.

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opultea · 11 months

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Maybe It Was Always You

Xiao x GN Reader (No pronouns)

Romantic - Oneshot - Fluff - SFW

Word Count: 1.2k

Note: Loved loved loved writing this, my favourite writings are always secret character analyses lol (hope you enjoy!)

Perhaps Xiao had always wanted to love you.

Maybe he could admit that whenever he looked at you from afar, something deep within him would light up at the way you smiled, and then recoil as he reminded himself that he could never allow you to smile that way for him. But that was as much as he could ever admit.

Xiao took pride in his ability to stamp out any desire, any traces of mortal consciousness in his heart that made him yearn for worldly comfort. He did not need such frivolity. He was a Yaksha for Archon's sake; a creature of battle, an instrument of war. His heart had no room for simple temptations. He had no room for his heart.

So what was the tightness in the chest he swore was hollow? How could you fill him with more air than he thought possible to breathe? Maybe Xiao had always wanted to feel. Perhaps he never let himself stray too far from his position of duty because he couldn't know how. However gruelling it was to slay and strike and punish, it was almost comfortable. Xiao knew all of this well.

He knew not of how to speak to you.

"Which tea would you prefer Xiao?"

What kind of question was that? Why would a weapon like himself have any preferences? Was this a test of some kind? A cruel joke? How should he know what tea you'd like best? Of course you would make this difficult, you always found a way to make things difficult for him. Why was it always so hard to breathe around you?

"Does it matter?" He settled into his usual scowl. What he knew couldn't hurt him, right?

"Well, I guess not," You smiled warmly. You were always so warm. "But isn't it nice to indulge in little things that make you happy now and again?" Xiao clicked his tongue.

"Adepti do not indulge. Why would we ever have a need for such insignificant things?"

You took a moment to ponder the question, taking it as the genuine misunderstanding of someone who was used to an outsider's perspective rather than as criticism. You knew Xiao well enough by now to understand what he truly meant when he said such things.

"Well, I think that it's important for everyone to have things that bring them joy, no matter how insignificant they are. It makes living a little easier when you can rely on even the smallest things to make you happy,"

"Ease has never been the goal of my existence," Xiao argued, though the soft croak in his voice revealed what his words could not.

"Maybe not a goal, but you surely still need rest and recuperation?" Deciding Xiao was not going to pick a tea flavour, you plucked the one closest to you and began to brew it. "Like right now, we're having tea and chatting, even if it's not classically productive,"

"It is not... this... I would not call this an insignificant thing." That made you smile wide, your head tilting affectionately.

"Well for the record, you make me happy too Xiao,"

Maybe Xiao would never know if the racing in his chest was normal.

It was not uncommon for you to visit Wangshu Inn, but it felt as if the frequency of your visits had increased as of late. You would always start by greeting Verr Goldet, but the boss never kept you long before she ushered you upstairs, sneaking a knowing look toward the balcony.

For your first few visits, Xiao had not always been there, often out attending to his eternal duty. When the vigilant Yaksha returned to find you waiting on the balcony for him, it took him a moment to unfreeze.

“You need not waste your time waiting,” Xiao huffed.

"Well I come here mostly to see you, I think it would be a bit useless if I left without even accomplishing a hello,"

"You-" Xiao's reflex rebuttal caught in his throat. You came to see him. Maybe he would never figure out why that made his whole body feel light. "Then, the next time you come, call my name. I will arrive."

Now, you visited what felt like every other day, and each time you climbed to the tallest point of the inn and called the name of the Conqueror of Demons, he would dutifully appear. You both learnt to expect each other, and neither would dream of breaking the silent oath of commitment. Perhaps Xiao was pleased with the synergy you had created together.

It was a regular visit for you when Xiao asked that fateful question.

"Why do you persist?"

The night air was cool and crisp, the light breeze from the north still carrying some of the sweetness from its birthplace in Mondstadt. The two of you stood leaning against the railing of the balcony, savouring the time together. You blinked at the question, staring openly as if your gaze would be able to permeate the Adeptus’ mind.

“I’m sorry?”

“You endlessly approach me with conversation, as if I am like you,”

“And what am I like?”

“Mortal.”

You knew that Xiao had trouble accepting friendship; he had once told you that he was a weapon as if it was a fact of the world. But did he honestly still believe himself nothing more?

“Xiao,” you breathed softly. “I come to you because you make me happy, because I want to, because I desire your companionship. Is that not reason enough?”

Xiao turned his head away just enough that you couldn't see his face, but it did not do much to hide his ebbing emotion.

"It was never a good idea for you to interact with me, let alone so casually. I warned you as much." Xiao's head bowed slightly, as if his mind was tired from attempting to comprehend you. "And yet you persist. You come and you make me feel this way, and then you go and you make me feel even more. So why? Why are you doing this to me, to yourself?"

Xiao finally turned back to you, brow furrowed and eyes searching, maybe even hoping. You stepped closer, not wanting to scare him but wanting desperately for him to understand.

"Because you deserve to be loved, Xiao,"

His eyes widened in response, his whole body alight with confusion at the foreign thought. But somewhere just below the panic sat an old desire, a desperate part of him that craved the tenderness in your voice.

Perhaps that was all Xiao had ever wanted to hear. Maybe you were the only one his waking heart would ever allow to speak it. You, with your soft tones and gentle sincerity, your understanding nature and your persistence. Maybe your love was all he had ever dreamed of.

When you carefully opened your arms and stepped a fragment closer, Xiao was surprised at his willingness to accept the gesture. For a rare and incredible moment, he did not feel the weight of the world upon him. Only the comforting weight of you around his soul.

Perhaps you were all Xiao ever needed to feel free enough to love.

#fluff #genshin impact #genshin x reader #gn reader #no pronouns #sfw #genshin impact x reader #romantic #gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #Xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #Xiao x gn reader #alatus x reader #mutual pining #oneshot #xiao x reader oneshot #genshin impact x gn reader

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆

★ Small Warning:I don't consider Slenderman and The Operator the same creature. Slight mention of blood (just the word, lol). The Operator is a picky bitch, I'm not changing my mind. Mention of manipulation and madness.

Slenderman and The Operator are NOT the same creature;

The Operator is very chaotic + has a huge ego, he makes people aggressive/crazy as a hobby (example: Tim, Brian and company);

Although he loves to see humans crumble and collapse under his hands and kill each other, he hates the sight of blood;

He's a bit picky about it :/

He definitely doesn't have much patience and loses interest very quickly;

The Operator can change height to be able to access spaces on a human scale (example: the basement scene in Marble Hornets), so it isn't known how tall he actually is;

He doesn't have a mansion in the woods and, in reality, nobody knows where he takes refuge when he doesn't have a target(s);

He hates humans with all his (non-existent) heart and sees them only as a pastime, as previously mentioned, he only likes to make them suffer and create pain to them;

After that, he will leave them to fend for themselves, abandoned in their grief ^^

He has no contact with human knowledge and technology;

He still thinks that people don't know about his existence, poor little naïve :(

He also hates when people mistake him for Slenderman, he's having half an idea of starting a war against him...

...but, on the other hand, it doesn't really important, after all, people yelling things like "OMFG, man! There's Slenderman in the garden!" are simply giving him a reason to drive them to madness :D

His main victims are boys/girls in their 20s;

(he also hates children but, honestly, he doesn't want to have contact with them);

He doesn't even have contact with any Creepypasta in particular;

Only once The Operator accidentally encounter The Rake in a random area of a random wood;

The Rake was slightly confused when it was confronted by a Slenderman who wasn't really Slenderman who, after a few seconds, disappeared;

Precisely because he has a huge ego, The Operator prefers not to have contact with other strange creatures clearly inferior to him (this according to his point of view);

He struts 100% about his abilities (to humans and non-humans);

(a very obvious feature given his egocentric personality);

He doesn't have a clue who Zalgo is;

If there was a war between the Demon King and Slenderman, he wouldn't take anyone's side;

He's ready to teleport into a new universe at the sight of the problems these guys are about to create;

When everything calms down he returns to his universe, however if his universe has been destroyed he would be forced to find another;

From his point of view, it would be very annoying to have to find another universe, but he has no intention of getting in the way of the affairs of those plebeians (Zalgo and Slenderman);

That said, The Operator is a fairly snobbish creature, but could he be otherwise?

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦:

He doesn't remember who Brian and Tim are, not even Masky and Hoodie;

After losing interest in them, he left them to slaughter each other;

He doesn't even know that they're still alive and working for Slenderman :^

Hello Reader! I hope you enjoyed these headcanons of The Operator ^^. I know a lot of people think The Operator and Slenderman are the same creature but I've done some research and found that they have different abilities! + I like to think that one of the two figures is a bit more picky and self-centered while the other more manipulative and professional ˃ʍ˂

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes!

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I got my first request so I'll try to write it down as soon as possible ^^. Thank you very much! ♡

#the operator #creepypasta #Slenderman and The Operator are NOT the same #marble hornets #headcanon #headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #the Operator headcanons

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🐅💖💛 for Jeyne Westerling, please

Oooh thank you!

🐅 - Characterization: character habits, personality, etc.

I see/headcanon Jeyne as this mixture of sweet, romantic, idealistic and compassionate on one hand, but also passionate, headstrong, stubborn and maybe a bit selfish in certain respects on the other. I don't really see her as ambitious or interested in politics though. In my headcanon(s), that's more her sister.

💖 - Romantic relationships or ships. (This could be as simple as sharing a rareship you enjoy, or an unusual interpretation of a popular/canon ship!)

Hmm I don't know that I have a lot of Jeyne ships. I've enjoyed shipping her with Sansa! I do kinda ship her with Robb, tbh? But the thing is I definitely don't see this as either 1) a completely one-sided relationship or 2) a perfect non-problematic relationship as tends to be the two most common interpretations I've seen.

Without writing a whole ass meta here (lol) there's too components of my opinion here. First, while I think it's reasonable to assume that duty and wanting to do the right thing played a role in Robb's decision to marry Jeyne, I reject the notion that that's all it was. I see no reason to take his talk to duty at face value but not his super sappy "I conquered her castle and she conquered my heart." Like please, that's a cringe, goo-ey teenage infatuation if I've ever seen one. (Also, I'm sorry, but they fuck like rabbits on the daily. I know Robb needs an heir but this does not sound like someone who's not enjoying sex with his wife.) So yea, I think he was into her a lot, and wanting to keep her with him and also his feelings making him less willing to hurt her played a large part in in decision making as well as honor and duty considerations.

That said, Robb was kinda shitting to her and I think there's ample possible reason for this, everything from his initial infatuation fading somewhat to having to return to the war and all its stresses full time have put a damper on his ability/desire for romance if not his libido. (And it's not like Robb isn't ever kinda shitty toward other people he ostensibly loves/cares about...) I do think though, that had Robb survived the war, they could have ended up having a pretty happy marriage.

Second, this fandom really needs to recognize more how sketchy the circumstances around their first sexual encounter were. I'm not saying Jeyne didn't consent to the sex, but...it amazes me that people who easily recognize the coercive elements in the Criston/Rhaenyra scene don't see them here. The power imbalance is significant. Robb has conquered her home and his men are literally occupying it. Jeyne and her family are completely at his mercy. She doesn't really know him that well so it's hard for her to tell how he will/won't react to things (such as a sexual rejection). Robb absolutely has a temper, and if she ever witnessed it that would not have been comforting. Yes, she's attracted to him/infatuated or in love with him, but that's not really there or here when it comes to consent at any specific given moment. (Criston was attracted to Rhaenyra,, Cersei in love with Jaime - that didn't change the issues with those sex scenes.) Yes, Robb had recently been ill, but this is not a Petyr and Lysa situation frankly. Robb gives no indication of being confused about what had been happening or what they were doing. I'm also pretty sure no one was giving him war reports while he was high on milk of the poppy or whatever.

And again, I'm not saying she didn't say yes or want to... But also...that's kind of the point to. We don't know exactly what happened. Or really even any not extremely vague version. I'm sure Robb believes for every moment that she was into it. But this is less to say "it was definitely dubcon" and more like...I think this situation was more psychologically complicated than fandom has any desire to explore. (Weird in a fandom that looooves to talk about these issues. But then Robb's a Stark so what do I expect? lol) Personally, I enjoy some ambiguity there, a bit of uncertainty, a bit of confusion on Jeyne's part afterwards maybe. Because otherwise...how reckless, how selfish of her. And I don't want to be of that opinion of her.

(Literally, do not come at me with the "they drugged/seduced him" misogynistic conspiracy theories. I will sacrifice you to the Drowned God.)

💛 - Familial relationships.

I def have thoughts/feelings about Jeyne and her siblings! I think before her marriage/the Incident with Robb she was pretty close with all of them. Rollam is probably her most "surface" relationship - he's a lot younger and a boy, so they're not as close as she is with her sister and older brother, but it's also relatively straightforward and uncomplicated. That doesn't really change.

Eleyna is a more complex relationship - she's also a few years younger but them being sisters they have some more common interests/goals/environments/etc. Probably more of a complexity than their difference in age is their difference in personality. I hc Jeyne taking more after their father and Eleyna taking more after their mother. Eleyna is more practical and cynical, particularly for her age, less prone to romanticism and more prone to following the rules, or at least appearing to. But still being young this is also a bit sublimated with the naivete of childhood and such. She's far more ambitious than Jeyne. This all gets especially fraught after Jeyne gets involved with Robb. Eleyna does not take this well. She instinctively (and in part actually) understands the danger Jeyne's marriage puts their family in and the problems it will cause of Eleyna personally down the line, especially if Robb doesn't win. She also understands that if Jeyne's reputation is ruined her own could be impacted/questioned as well, especially when her prospects were already lower than Jeyne's, being the younger daughter. So she is extremely angry at Jeyne for what she considers to be her thoughtlessness and selfishness. So their relationship suffers not insignificantly.

Raynald I headcanon as like Jeyne's best friend. They're extremely close and while he's not sure how to feel about this whole allegiance switching thing generally and knows it's dangerous, he'll do pretty much anything for his sister's happiness.

#jeyne westerling #eleyna westerling #house westerling #asoiaf #op #asked and answered

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hiiiiiii jpeg. im sliding in with some ask game questions uhhhhh *checks watch* two weeks after you reblogged it 😅. feel free to ignore! or pick and choose! ily and i hope you are doing well 💕

2, 4, 7, 10, 19, 30, 33, and 40 pls 🙏

lol bean I Also forgot about that ask game

gifting you a shortcake made with the strawberry bouquet you gave me <3 [🍰]

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

I have a couple long fic ideas that I'm in love with, one civilian!Tim JayTim and one Stray!Tim JayTim, but I've never written anything as plot driven or as long as they would be. Especially right now after an unplanned several month writing hiatus. when will my husband (ability to write) return from the war (writers block)

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

Not really, no. Whenever I get super into a fandom/show/film/etc I like to imagine little self inserts of myself in those universes for funsies, but the only truly original characters I've created have been for short films and stageplays.

7. Your favourite ao3 tag.

I don't have a go-to tag that I add when searching for fics, but the top three suggestions for additional tags in my ao3 bookmarks are hurt/comfort, anal sex, and Tim Drake Needs a Hug. so. i feel like that says a lot.

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Whump, soulmate AU, 5+1

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

In the depths of my scrap pile, there lay an abandoned google doc with only the vaguest outline for a humorous 5+1 detailing all the goofy ways YJ carries Tim around since he's the only non-meta. It was inspired by this super hilarious and adorable fanart I saw somewhere. RIP Passenger Seat (2022-2022)

33. Give your writing a compliment.

That shit SLAPS. It's crazy, it's like all of those feel-good fluffy fics were written specifically with my own preferences in mind. Re-read kudos <3

40. Write a 9-word fic.

"Kiss me?" Tim asked - begged - him. "Before I die?"

19 answered here!

#bean my beloved #ask answered #ask game #jaytim

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Here are my thoughts on Nightbringer. Spoilers for lessons 1-10; I haven’t unlocked everything because my strength took a nosedive around lesson 5, but I’m working on levelling up my team so I can. I also want to make sure I’m not struggling when they release the next lesson 🥲

Anyway . . .

I’m enjoying the story so far! It’s interesting to see what the brothers acted like before they integrated into Devildom society and the impact the Great Celestial War had on them. They’re still the same characters we know and love, but at a much different time in their lives. Their wounds are still fresh, they’re trying to navigate their new lives as well as the trauma of losing their sister and the fall. They’re going through so many changes, and I want to be there for them 🥺

The story doesn’t go as in depth as I’d like, but that’s to be expected since the original game lacked that detail too; that’s what fanfiction is for! However, I’m finding it more enjoyable and better written than seasons 3 and 4 of Obey Me. Of course, they had their moments, but they didn’t feel the same as the first two seasons to me, and Nightbringer does a better job of that in my opinion. It brought back memories of the first time I downloaded and played Obey Me and how excited I was to continue the story. I definitely had a difficult time putting my phone down lol.

I hope they have a solid outline for the story and its progression. I don’t want what happened to Obey Me to happen to Nightbringer. I’ll be curious to see if they tie everything together in the end and if we’ll get to see how the brothers in the present timeline feel about MC’s diasppearance. The Nightbringer aspect is interesting, and I’m assuming Barbatos is Nightbringer. I wonder what his reasons are for sending MC to the past, and if it was present Barbatos or perhaps Barbatos from the future or another timeline?

I do dislike how, even though the story takes place in the past, the timeline doesn’t add up. Obey Me has always done this (example being Levi reading manga and watching anime when it shouldn’t exist yet) so I tend to ignore it for my own sake. I’ll write these inconsistencies out of my own headcanon.

I feel so sad for the brothers and all they went through and are still going through. I know my MC would do their best to be a positive influence in their lives, supporting and comforting them through these difficult times. I also see my MC being uncertain and scared being stuck in the past and not knowing how they ended up there or if they’ll be able to return to the present, wishing they could turn to the brothers and not being able to. The demons they came to know and love don’t know or love them, and that would be hard to deal with; home but not quite. Then having to keep themselves together and pretend everything is okay, lying to those they love because they can’t risk the impact it would have on the future 😭

I like that Solomon plays a bigger role in Nightbringer. I’ve grown fonder of his character. My MC would appreciate his company and consider him their rock: I see my MC and Solomon having a sibling-esque relationship. If it weren’t for Solomon they would feel much worse and not know what to do. I love his relaxed nature and sense of humor too. It’s comforting.

And of course I have to talk about Levi!!! MY SWEETIE PIE 🥹🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 Honestly, I was afraid of how they’d depict him in Nightbringer. I’m still a bit nervous since they haven’t mentioned him being a general in the Celestial Realm or Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy; I’ll be curious to see if they do at some point. Obey Me also showed he was not always an otaku shut-in and implied that happened after the fall, but I’m almost under the impression that’s not the case in Nightbringer? I’m not certain though. They did state in Obey Me that Levi had control over Lotan in the Celestial Realm, but in Nightbrinfer it shows that summoning and having control over Lotan is one of his newfound abilities ehhh.

Crying 🥹💕

I love his interactions with Snake/Henry 1.0 😭 They’re so sweet!!! I hope we get to see Levi becoming an avid TSL fan; it’s funny that MC introduced him to both TSL and Ruri-chan hehehe. And since Snake will become Henry 1.0 I’m really looking forward to more TSL content. PLEASE 🥺✨ I was so happy with Levi’s storyline and how they incorporated TSL.

I never thought I could love Levi even more than I do, but in this moment I fell in love with him all over again 🥰 He’s SO adorkable!!! I want to hug and kiss him and smother him with LOVE. And getting to waltz with Levi flkdsjflkds Such a sweet moment. The progression of his and MC’s relationship is much different than in Obey Me, and it’s interesting to see how a freshly fallen Levi interacts with MC compared to the Levi who’s been a demon living in the Devildom for centuries (you could say this for any/all of the characters.) I initially didn’t like his character in Obey Me because he was mean, rude, and demanding until I found out he’s actually a total cutie 😊

Ahhh and the scene where we run into Levi in the bathroom!!! I love how at first he doesn’t believe MC wants to spend time with him of their own accord, but then says how, in the shower, he thought it over and maybe MC means what they said. MY HEART 😭 When he opened up to MC I wanted to cry and wished I could hug the poor demon. Talking about how even in the Celestial Realm he was depressed, not feeling like he belonged, and thought maybe that would change in the Devildom. And in that moment I thought, “no wonder he’s my comfort character.” Poor Levi has been dealing with so much, even in the Celestial Realm, and I want to see him happy. He deserves all the anime, manga, and games in the three realms!!! Oh, and when it was obvious he was interested in cosplay but too self-conscious to give it a try. Ahhh, I relate to him too much. It all hit me hard, and I wanted to cry the entire time.

He ends up coming such a long way 😢 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

All the characters are dear to me, but another one I wanted to talk about is Satan!!! I’ve always enjoyed his character, and he was actually a favorite of mine before I become a hardcore Leviastan. Nightbringer made me appreciate his character again, and he pushed his way into my top 3. I feel like I can relate to him. Not being able to control your emotions, having a hard time understanding yourself and those around you, wanting to fit in and not knowing how, being unable to express yourself and lashing out when you don’t mean to. I’ve felt similar throughout my life (still do in ways) but have learned to hide my “true” self behind a mask when in public and have had to figure out how to navigate and express myself in healtheir and “acceptable” ways. If that makes sense lol. I kept relating to him and feeling so sorry for him. Yes, he’s scary when his anger gets the best of him, but I still felt sympathetic, found him relatable, and wanted to comfort him. EDIT to add he also seems to get overwhelmed and overstimulated easily, which I, again, relate to; like when Belphie was upset, and Satan had to leave because he couldn’t deal with the commotion.

And I know Obey Me overused his love for cats, but the scene where he sees a cat for the first time 🥺 Cats seem to be a comfort for him, and I can understand that too. Animals are a huge comfort for me, especially bunnies, and are some of the best friends I’ve had. When no one understood me, they did, and I felt like I could be myself and they would accept me for who I am; they don’t judge and love you uncondtionally. Sorry, I’m getting personal, but I wonder if it’s the same for Satan. I want to give him a big hug.

Omg, I’ve talked long enough, but now I want to talk about game mechanics! I actually enjoy playing Ruri Tunes. The dance battles in Obey Me always bored me. I hated not being able to skip them before VIP. I didn’t mind them in the beginning, but the more I played the more they annoyed me. Ruri Tunes is entertaining and engaging! I’ve never played a rythm game before, but I’m learning and am better than when I first started a couple days ago. I love listening to the songs and hope they drop the remixes eventually. I find myself wanting to get better at Ruri Tunes so I can clear them all and get full combos; I love when Levi says FULL COMBO lol.

As for Wanderers’ Whereabouts and Fab Snap, I feel indifferent to them at the moment. They don’t add anything to the story for me, and I’m not a fan of the 3D models. I haven’t messed around with them too much, so maybe they’ll grow on me, but as of now they don’t interest me.

I think the app itself runs a lot smoother and doesn’t lag like Obey Me did. The graphics are nice, though I miss aspects of the original Obey Me app like the transition between scenes and lessons and the look and feel of Nightmare; I think they could have updated them without losing the ambience of the originals’. Does that make sense? Otherwise, I love how they updated the game!!!

I can’t wait to see how the story progresses and Nightbringer grows over time. I was afraid when I heard they wouldn’t be updating the original app because Obey Me brings me so much comfort and joy, but a lot of my doubts have subsided since playing. I’M SO HAPPY AND IT REALLY CHEERED ME UP 😭✨

Ahhh if anyone has read this far I thank you fldjfldfdksjflsd So much nonsense 💀 Though now I really want to write more. I feel like I have that inspiration and motivation I had when I wrote my first headcanon set 🥺 And I’m interested to know what everyone else thinks of Nightbringer 😊

#sorry for my word vomit fkljdslkfds #i'm not normal about this game #forgive me #noelle plays nightbringer

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tragedyslayer · 1 year

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Neteyam x female reader! Part 1

In a universe where Spider has an older sister who happens to be on the wrong side.

Neteyam x female reader

Part 2

Characters are both 18

Warning I will use as vague descriptions as I can, however I expect throughout this fic there will be some specific mentions of hair length, body type, height, etc.

I'm new to writing fanfiction so I hope I don't write this horribly. Spider having a sister completely throws off the original plot of the movie so FYI I intend on straying pretty far from the movie as far as the story line goes. If anyone has recommendations for things to include in this fic I would absolutely love to hear them. This will be a slowwwww burn, or at least thats how i'm planning it. I hope at least one person can enjoy this lol, so enjoy!

It was time, The day I would return to the planet I was born on. The day I would return to my brother, my father, my planet. Only it was not a day to celebrate, because I was only returning to destroy it all.

The inside of my cheek was raw, all I could do was gnaw on my own flesh as I waited for my father to be reborn into his new body. I wish I could say I missed him, but it was quite the opposite. He was the last person in the galaxy I wished would have the opportunity to live twice. He died when I was young, I grew into my own without his help. It was a weird feeling to suddenly have a father again. I wanted something to go wrong, maybe who he was before would be lost and he could start fresh. Perhaps our ship would depressurize and we would all die instantly, unfortunately all the hoping and wishing in the world could not prevent the inevitable.

I raised my head at the commotion taking place in the room behind me. He was awake, freaking out at the sudden transition from not existing in any form to now being an avatar. I sighed, glancing backwards, and sure enough, it was my father.

Two days had gone by since we landed back on Pandora, my father was spending his time catching up on everything he had missed over the past 15 years. While I spent my time doing less productive things. My entire life I was trained to be a soldier, to follow in my fathers footsteps. Though I always felt like I was fighting a war that wasn't mine.

I was fortunate enough to also receive my very own avatar, however I wasnt willing to commit suicide in order to be Na’vi permanently. Besides, I always believed that it isn't right to claim a race that isnt my own. The Na’vi people were spiritual, sacred. I may not be able to stop the human race from colonizing their culture, but I could at least not take part. Well not any more than I was forced to.

My thoughts were cut short by a commanding voice through my door.

“Soldier, it's time.” I thought it was funny that my father refused to call me anything but soldier since he's been back. I suppose he missed out on too much to still recognize me as his little girl. I didn't feel a need to respond as I got off my bed, if you could even call it that, opening the door. “Yes sir”

I followed my dad and his team through the forest of Pandora. I had been in my avatar before, countless times actually. It was good for me to train in the same body as the enemy, so I could have even a chance to best them. But nothing could have ever prepared me for the feeling of being Na’vi in the thick of Pandora. In my avatar from all my senses were heightened, and all my physical abilities were multiplied, but getting to use this body in the environment it was originally adapted for is like nothing else I've ever experienced.

I watched from a distance as my squad poked and prodded at my dads final resting place. Funnily enough I remember coming here as a kid, Grace and Jake, I was so young. Now I was meant to kill my childhood companions on sight if given the opportunity. I truly can't understand my dads thirst for murdering Jake Sully and everything he loves. You would think he'd learn to let things go after two decades, but I never knew him to be the forgiving type.

A twig snapped. It was far, but not out of reach for my heightened blue ears. Something about the sound forbade me to let it go. It was so slight and quick that it could have been a hundred different things. Though my heart was telling me something far different.

While the rest of my squad was still distracted, and my father was still caught up examining his own corpse I slipped through the tree line. I was thankful for my experience with the avatar, navigating quickly, and silently through the foliage was much easier for me than any of the other avatars team human still had.

I stopped as soon as I saw them. It was a group of kids, besides one that seemed to be closer to my age, and a human boy. My throat dried as I watched them. My baby brother, it had to be him. “Miles” I whispered to myself. Next my eyes focused on a toddler she looked to be no more than 7. These kids had no idea what the hell they were getting themselves into. How naive could they be, a pit in my stomach grew at the thought of my father finding them.

The anxiety I felt for my brother and his friends swelled in my chest as I looked back over to the abandoned shuttle to see if anyone had noticed my disappearance. I let out a shaky breath in relief seeing that none of their positions had changed. I turned my head towards the Na’vi children, seeing that the eldest had disappeared from the group. My ears lifted as I raised my guard. It could have been in my head, but I didn't feel unseen anymore.

“Take the bow off your back and throw it to the ground.”

My head shot in the direction of the voice. It was the older Na’vi boy. I almost wanted to smile, no one has ever been able to sneak up on me before. These warriors were nothing like American soldiers, the reality of that has only just set in. I raised my hands in submission looking the man in the eyes. I examined his body, he was holding a knife out to me but he wasn't in striking distance.

“I don't want to hurt anybody.”

I admitted reaching for the bow on my back. The boy narrowed his eyes at me, obviously not having it. I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment, realizing that no one in their right mind would want to hear out a human.

“Listen, if I wanted to I could draw an arrow before you would even realize I'm doing it, but I'm not.”

I whispered slowly, taking the bow off my back. My reasoning only seemed to agitate the boy as he gripped his knife harder. I internally scolded myself for not being better with words, even when pleading for my life I seemed arrogant.

Both of our attention was drawn away from the stand off at hand. My squad was currently capturing my brother's friends. The boy took no time to dart towards their direction, I grabbed him by the arm, pushing him behind a tree out of any wandering eye's line of sight. He glared at me, opening his mouth in protest and confusion. I muffled him with the palm of my hand, looking into his eyes. I gave him a pleading look, wordlessly begging him to trust me a second longer. His hard gaze softened and for a moment I felt a mutual understanding with him.

“I can help you”

My voice was almost silent as I pulled my hand down from his mouth. I glanced over his shoulder to find my squad walking the Na’vi group towards the abandoned ruins.

“Follow me”

I picked up my bow off the ground and dashed toward the two groups. My stride came to an abrupt stop as my arm was tugged. I glared at the culprit,

“what the hell are you-”

“Listen”

The boy cut me off and I closed my mouth. I heard bird-like sounds in the distance, they were almost indistinguishable to the natural noises of the forest. I doubt I would have noticed them if they had not been pointed out.

I gave the boy a questioning look, hoping for some kind of explanation.

“We have to go”

He urged, turning to the other direction. I was still confused, and wanted to ask this boy a million questions, but I settled on following him blindly. Some feeling deep in my gut possessed me to stay close behind him. It may have gone against all the training I've ever done, but I trusted this Na’vi boy more than I trusted my father. I turned my head backward as we fled, wanting another look at both my father and brother together. I heard the whistle of an arrow cut through the air before it shot a man from my squad in the heart. The precision and distance was bone chilling, I was thankful the boy allowed me to come with him or else I could have suffered a similar fate.

After a short while of running through the forest we came to a clearing and he slowed, I stopped behind him. I took a moment to take in our surroundings. The forest canopy opened above us allowing gabs of sunlight through the clearing. I had never seen anything so breathtaking. Everything was so still, but I could feel the surge of life all around me. I looked back to the boy who was already staring back at me.

“Why did you save me”

I questioned, If I was in his position I can't say I would have done the same.

“You said you would help.”

I pressed my lips together, sliding my bow behind my back.

“I meant I would help you and your friends not get killed, but it seems you didn't need my help.”

The boy shook his head, taking a step closer to me. He had a confident presence, but it didn't feel threatening.

“We do need your help.”

My face contorted in skepticism. Why would he want my help, why would he trust me so easily. Everything about the situation I found myself in was hard to wrap my head around.

“How could I possibly help you?”

He took in a frustrated breath, running his hand over his braided hair.

“You're a sky person mm? But you offered to help me. To help us. You aren't like them.”

I shook my head,

“You shouldn't assume things”

He continued,”I am not assuming. I know.”

I mumbled in response “Skxawng (stupid)”

His eyebrows raised in surprise after hearing a foreigner speak his native tongue. I didn't know what to do, it was unrealistic for me to agree to help him, before long they would figure out where I was and who I was with. It would be Jake Sully's betrayal all over again. And yet I found myself wanting to agree.

I gasped looking back from the direction we came from.

“Miles” I whispered looking back to the Na’vi man, continuing before he could question what I was saying.

“The boy, the human boy. Who is he?”

I urged, to think he had been here all this time. Living amongst the enemy, all he knew was this foreign world.

“Spider? He's our friend, our brother.”

I shook my head, impatiently continuing my interrogation.

“But where did he come from?”

The boy looked at me with furrowed brows, making a shrugging gesture as he spoke,

“He is the old military commander's son, when he died Spider had nowhere else to go.”

I covered my mouth in shock. I was so sure it was him but hearing it confirmed, it made it so real.I really saw my brother, and he really lived a happy life here on Pandora. He really had a family, and I really wasn't a part of it.

#neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x oc #neteyam fluff #sully family #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you

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msmargaretmurry · 11 months

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hiiii how’s the ratsequel going? <3 feel free to not answer or delete dhskdkssj love you

hi anon! unfortunately the ratsequel has been kind of..... not going...... not because i've lost interest or anything like that, i've just been having writing struggles in general lately (hence all the tumblr writing prompts, lol, they let me getting a little writing in without getting overwhelmed). idk!! i just haven't been able to get into a groove with any of my wips and it's making me sad! but i know trying to force it will make things worse so i am just trying to gently work on it when i feel up to it and hopefully my real writing ability will return from the war soon. <3

#ask #ratnovel #hockey for ts #thank you for asking and sorry to not have better news about it!!#if u couldn't tell from the quinn pov thing all those idiots are still very dear to me

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jaggededges123 · 1 year

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five things you never get tired of writing

thanks for tagging me, @ripeteeth!

i'll tag @ibijau, @walkwithursus, @neliore, @br-disaster, @a-schrodingers-fox, and anyone else who wants to do it! (obviously, don't feel obligated even if tagged!)

i do have to say, before we start, that most of these are going to be emotions in one sense or another. one of my favorite things about writing in general is the ability to explore the emotional landscape and interior of a character (whether my own or someone else's).

pining

wanting something you can't have, or shouldn't have, or shouldn't want to have, really speaks to me as a queer person who grew up in a very repressive and religious household. wanting a person you shouldn't have . . . well, that's par for the course. Feeling like the person you want is out of reach because they don't want you back is also one of my favorite feelings to explore (though of course, i do also love mutual pining because of point number 4). it's just tragic and beautiful i think, to love someone and to not expect to be loved in return, and to want it but to understand that you can't have that because of x, y, or z.

2. guilt

the further i get into writing this thing, the more i'm realizing that there's a theme lmfao. but yeah, guilt is really compelling to me in narratives, especially if it's overblown to the point that it's overwhelming to the characters. even better if characters feel guilty for things when they don't really need to, ie feeling responsible for events they're not responsible for or feeling guilty for who they are as a person, but i'll settle for things the characters "should" feel guilty for in a pinch. i do also like to explore why certain characters feel guilt for one thing or another, and if other characters don't, why they don't.

3. taboo relationships

this isn't necessarily just like, social taboos either. i write incest fanfic, sure, but even most of my original fiction contains romantic relationships that usually are censured by the people around them. characters on the opposite sides of a war, characters who are from social spheres that seem incompatible, duty getting in the way, characters meant to stay single, etc, etc. i'm quite obsessed with characters receiving explicit or implicit messages from their society that they shouldn't engage in romance or sex with a specific or any person, and then throwing all of that in the garbage and going for it anyway. bonus points because this usually includes points number 1 and 2.

4. happy endings

i feel like this selection sticks out like a sore thumb when compared to everything else on the list, but i truly adore being able to wrap a story up with a happy (or moving in that direction) little bow. even if it's a little bit of a stretch sometimes, i will never get tired of the feeling of "no matter how dark the night gets, the morning sunrise will always come and it will be beautiful." of course i write stories that end sadly as well from time to time, but happy endings are my preference if i can manage one, and i only rarely design outlines without figuring out a way to dig the characters out of the hole i put them in.

5. sadness

i have to make my characters suffer before they have a happy ending. big splashy emotions make or break a story for me when i'm writing, but sadness is my favorite to roll around in. it's been years since that's been the case, but originally it was an outlet for the very deep depression i had when i was younger. even now that i'm grown it's still just as cathartic to work out my own feelings by torturing my little fictional children.

when i started writing this i didn't think i would get nearly this much out, and i've had a couple realizations along the way lol. so thanks again for the tag, teeth! i really enjoyed sitting and thinking for a little bit instead of moving moving moving like i usually do.

#coffee chats about themself #tag game

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aidaronan · 1 year

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3, 9, 10, 14 & 20 for the writing ask game ♥

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed? Maybe it's cursed because I simply don't have one. lol I write when I feel like it or when the brain kicks into deadline mode. 9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know Yes and no. I believe that people are having these experiences and that I am people. I just think there's so many cool scientific and philosophical concepts as to what ghosts may be beyond just deceased human spirits.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you? No matter how many years pass or how far away I get from caring about Marvel, I will never stop thinking about The Night War. I think one of the best things being a stucky ever did for me was really make WW2 tangible and real in a way history books never could, and this fic is just... Visceral. And yes, some of my own writing haunts me. Some things because I'm like "oof why did I write that?" (usually more about past beliefs/stupid discourse more than skill.) Others because I genuinely am in love with the story I told/atmosphere I imagined whether or not I actually did a good job writing.

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back? I mean the sad answer is I currently have no friends that live under 100 miles from me so I don't really lend books because I have no one to lend them to. But yes, I remember friends who never returned books. I'd probably lend them now though if I could with the exception of any signed copies. I kind of want one of those personal library kits. Possibly I want to go extra nerdy and use an open source library management system to catalog all my books.

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you’ve always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

Who says my dearest, darlingest WIP isn't my one true love? I'd choose the WIP though. I'd always question if the love was real and if I'd taken away someone's free will, etc. Being able to finish my WIP the way I want would just mean having some good ADHD months and I'll take those. lmao

#asks #ask meme #writer asks

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autopotion · 2 years

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I love seeing you guys final fantasy tactics-posting omg :,) glad to see that people still love this game

Anon I will be super honest I had no idea that I had anon questions even on at all so when I went into my inbox this was a huge surprise LMAO. A pleasant one though. I'm not really a BNF or anything, I kinda keep a low profile, so this is extremely sweet.

But yeah!! I'm not sure if you're new here (re: to my blog) but I'll give you the backstory anyway. FFT was a foundational game to me growing up. It also is among the games introduced me to video games as a whole; I actually grew up watching my mom and sister play it, and then my brother and I played together when we were a little older. All of us cite it as among our favorites, if not our very favorite. FFT is also one of the few media properties from my childhood that I haven't grown out of. In many ways I feel like I grew into it, as the text is quite dense for a video game and a lot of the finer points and politics flew over my head as a child (not the least because I was playing the PSX version, which I adore, but that translation is not exactly known for its clarity).

I got my spouse @officecyborg to play it when we first started dating, and she liked it all right then, but it wasn't until I replayed War of the Lions about a year and a half ago that she really latched onto it, which was delightful to me as a long time FFT lover with no real place to channel my interest (most of my close circle of nerdy friends haven't played it, and my siblings like it for different reasons than I do). We got really into Delita/Ovelia, which was a delight for the teenager in me who had been obsessed with them (and I guess I still am lol), and I maintain that Zoe has The Best And Most Correct Delita opinions. (Ovelia is my favorite. (: )

Over the course of April/May last year we also wrote in a feverish haze what we lovingly refer to as "the manifesto," AKA a series of interconnected Delita/Ovelia vignettes that frames their tumultuous relationship in a way that we feel reflects what we like most about them. I've yet to read a fic that really captures what I love about their dynamic, though a small handful come very close, so it's been an exciting project. We put it away for a while to focus on other things, but have since returned to it to clean it up, and plan to slowly post it to AO3. One of our favorite scenes from "the manifesto" is already up, actually, since we liked it enough to post on its own, and wanted to present it to the world just in case we abandon the project for other endeavors. You can read it here, if you want. (My spouse and I usually focus on writing our own original fiction that we hope to post as a mixed-media web serial, so "the manifesto" is an unusual side project that we happen to hold very dear.)

Also, if you like my spouse's funny and insightful FFT posts, please go through her #tactics blogging tag for more wonderful gems.

And if you're looking for more people who talk about FFT, I would be super surprised if you hadn't poked around @corpsebrigadier's blog, who is I think hands-down the most steadfastly encouraging FFT fan when it comes to reading, distributing, and creating FFT fan content. Also their cakes look amazing. @adalheidis has also created some of my favorite FFT fanart ever, though Lou is more chiefly a Tactics Ogre fanartist if you're into Tactics Ogre too, and also just creates really stunning art regularly, especially original stuff.

But yeah. My blog name is an FFT reference (the Chemist reaction ability) and so is my video game aesthetics blog, @zeltenniacastle (though unfortunately FFT shows up on that blog quite rarely, as not a lot of folks gif it or make edits of it). It's a very important game to me and probably my favorite game of all time. I used to replay it every summer, and started switching between the PSX version and War of the Lions as a comparison. I don't talk about it all the time, but it's always lying in wait, waiting for me to re-hyperfixate on it, lol.

#quiznaibus #oh yeah my ask tag is an fft reference too!#to the dancer ability 'wiznaibus' from the psx translation #in sum: final fantasy tactics (:#fft blogging #tactics blogging

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my-time-at-brainrot · 1 year

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more my time at sandrock ocs :)

having quite a bit of fun going a little insane over the whole... knives out update implications and ended up writing/doodling a new dude and settling on a design for the Schrodinger's save character

also yeah this is. super ultra mega woohoo self-indulgent and absolutely off the walls AU territory but i’m already so starving for content, i have to entertain myself somehow ;w;

cut cause it’s a little long and out of focus lol, no game spoilers i think(?) and i spilled tea on my sketchbook, then attempted to cover it up with hasty terrible blood spatter in the first image which really only made it worse :)

Name: Armaros (Rose) (they/she) Age: 24 From: Atara Occupation: Farmhand/Technician, Alliance agent Likes: Poetry, birds, hot noodles Dislikes: Snow

Bio: Armaros was born to well respected academics in Atara, who passed shortly after her 5th birthday in a railway accident. Whilst in school, she learned the Alliance’s formal sign language to communicate (as she is physiologically mute), and demonstrated an eerie, prodigy-level skill with weapons, especially rapiers. Of course, this was only against striking dummies, but certain war-hungry (or war-adverse depending on your viewpoint) officials saw an opportunity where most others saw a child. She was quickly removed from her orphanage, and trained for the purposes of a highly classified investigation. Rose would be sent with a “doctor” to Highwind at 11, under the pretense of him being her “father”. Although her “father” was against the Church, he would comfort her with scripture and children’s tales he learned from his time in Meidi.

In the present, Rose is a close friend to Sonia and Lily, who are Builders in Sandrock. While visiting, she establishes a pen pal adjacent relationship with Owen that slowly turns intimate through their letters. After about another year, she will return to Sandrock sharing her true purpose: finding and eliminating Juno.

Personality: Rose is a very bright, cheery person. Simply, they are happy when others are happy. They do have a “serious” mode, but that’s reserved for the hours she bills Atara for.

Name: Zerachiel (Zera) (he/him) Age: 41 From: Meidi Occupation: Travelling “doctor”, Alliance agent, Armaros’ interpreter Likes: Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, maybe hot chocolate, but mostly coffee Dislikes: Filth, unorganized spaces

Bio: Zerachiel from a young age was designated by his family to serve in the Church of the Light as a minister. He wholeheartedly accepted this, and served to the best of his ability, focusing his little free time on traditional medicine. That is, until a certain traumatizing incident shook his faith to the core and led him away from the Church, and Meidi as a whole. If Duvos was keen to exploit Old World relics, then the Church’s staunch position would inevitably lead to the subjugation and deaths of many. No matter how certain believers and ministers spun their interpretations of the scripture, Zera firmly believes that the Church’s doctrine had more potential for harm than anything else. Why, it’s because of the red tape set up by the Church that medicinal progress has lagged behind. With this worldview, Zera made his way to Lucien to enlist as a soldier, however the officials there saw better use of his talents as a field doctor, an assignment he happily accepted and excelled in. Soon after, he would become embroiled in a highly classified investigation straight from Atara, sending him to Highwind with a mute child of barely 11, pretending that she was his “daughter”.

In the present, Zera accompanies Rose nearly every place she goes as her interpreter, with the notable exception of her first Sandrock visit. Rose had avoided visiting Sonia in Sandrock further by blaming “her father’s overprotectiveness”, so Zera has played this role well.

Personality: Can be excitable about medicine (and quick to anger over doctrine), but is otherwise a very calm, laidback man. But, he can be a drama queen over petty arguments.

#mtas #my time at sandrock #oc #i did swap their names because it Felt Right #i am legally obligated to have oc angst stories #zera steps on some toes by the time he arrives

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labyrinthofcrystals · 1 year

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Family Tree time!! Except I can't show you the actual family tree because it's...got a lotta people on it lol. Most are just for filler, I swear. But!! I managed to write down the Important Members of my Alice's family, specifically her ancestors && descendants.

Phineas Hatter: The motherfucker that started it all lmao. He fell into Wonderland at age 10 in 1608 after exploring with his friend Blake Grimm. The two got attacked by the Jabberwocky, and while Blake was able to escape and return home, Phineas was driven further into Wonderland. Phineas is the Mad Hatter. He is loud, sociable, and somehow always in trouble. Him and Alice have a familial/parent-child relationship, as he took her in and cared for her when she fell into Wonderland.

Gwen White: Gwen is next, falling into Wonderland at age 12 in 1664. Shockingly, she did find a way back to Reality! Unfortunately she was thrown into an asylum, which she escaped and fell into Wonderland yet again, this time for good. Gwen is the White Queen. She is quiet, timid, and hates conflict. Her and Alice do not interact often, but they have positive views of each other.

Viktoria Glazier: Viktoria fell into Wonderland when she was 14 in 1720. She was trained by Spade Soldiers to be a knight, whereafter she joined the Spade Army. As an army of Wonderland, they fought pointless yet fatal wars that were often reminiscent of board games, leaving Vikrotia with a great deal of trauma and trust issues. She later quit the Spade Army and began working for Thomas Blanc/White Rabbit as a maid, going by Mary Anne to distance herself from that part of her life. Her and Alice have a sister-like relationship, though it is a little strained due to Viktoria’s aforementioned trust issues.

And then there’s Alice Glazier, who arrives in Wonderland at age 19 in 2022. Like all the humans that came to Wonderland, she, too, attempted to leave before resigning that she’d live there forever. Except…no, she was forced to go back and act like Wonderland didn’t exist, like all of that didn’t just happen. Well, unfortunately for everyone else, Wonderland was Alice’s home now, and she was going to find a way back to it. She is curious, tries to see the good in everyone, and a little insecure about her own abilities. Though she has made many friends and allies in Wonderland, the Tea Party Trio (Phineas/Hatter, Henry/Hare, & Morphie/Dormouse) will always be her family.

Finnegan Glazier: Finnegan is the son and first child of Alice Glazier and Wendy Dear. He is named after Phineas Hatter, a fact he is indifferent/on the verge of annoyance on. Finnegan has an interest in journaling and photography. He highly dislikes fantasy/fairytales and is very tired of hearing about what his mothers did when they were his age. He does not get along with Alice due to her more adventurous personality, which results in many arguments. After one such argument, he broke one of her mirrors in a fit of rage, which transported him to Looking-glass Land. Later on he publishes both his & Alice’s stories, under the pseudonym Lewis Carroll. He is also the main character of the Tale “Through the Looking Glass”.

Carrie Glazier: Carrie is the daughter and second child of Alice Glazier and Wendy Dear. Like Alice, she is curious and adventurous, but is a lot more cautious of her actions. She does not get along with Wendy due to her more strict personality, leading to a strained relationship. In an effort to bond, Wendy tells her about Neverland, revealing that she had an extra bag of pixie dust Captain Hook gave her if she ever wanted to return. This results in an argument in which Carrie steals the bag, flying to Neverland herself. She is the main character of the Tale “Return to Neverland” (name subject to change).

Rosemary Glazier: Rosemary is the daughter of Carrie Glazier and Alice’s granddaughter/only grandchild. She is polite, soft spoken, and loves listening to old radio dramas. Unlike her ancestors, Rosemary was actually born in Wonderland, and it is the only home she has ever known. Unfortunately, her parents died when she was quite young, leaving her in the care of Phineas and Henry, who raised her as their own. She is part of a variation of the Tale “The Scorpion and the Frog”, taking the role of the Frog.

#alice in wonderland #* mine / txt #* mine / ocs #* oc / phineas glazier #* oc / gwen white #* oc / viktoria glazier #* oc / alice glazier #* oc / finnegan glazier #* oc / carrie glazier #* oc / rosemary glazier #* verse / fractured fables #i have so so much lore & worldbuilding for my canon. i might be a little insane ngl.#but im tryna see what i can share yknow #* fic / curiosity by another name

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imhereforbrownies · 2 years

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Congrats on 250 followers!!!

My pronouns: she/her

Personality: I'm a bit reserved when I first meet people but I think I open up pretty quickly. I love hanging out with groups of people even though it always leaves me tired. I'm usually the one to organize hang outs with my friends. People tend to tell me things about themselves. I think I'm pretty friendly and if I don't like someone I'll just try to not interact with them. I'm protective of my friends.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, watching video essays, listening to music, baking, I love listening to people talk about their interests, I used to be into drawing and I've been thinking of getting back into it

Favourite movies/songs/food/places/books: The Princess Bride, Star Wars A New Hope, Lord of the Rings The Two Towers / Silent Cry by Stray Kids, Ribs by Lorde, Never Stop Me by (G)I-DLE / pasta :)) / the library, my room, grocery stores / Percy Jackson series, The Hobbit, Six of Crows

Pets: I have a cat, she is very cute

Dreams/Aspirations: I want to go into some from of content creation/ a creative field. I can't imagine myself doing anything that I can't create in.

My Zodiac: Leo

My MBTI: INFP

My Aesthetic: it varies a lot lol, but mainly light academia or a soft look when I'm not wearing sweatpants

Group to pick from: Stray Kids :]

Hi there! Thank you so much for your support and for joining my celebration :)

I'm Star Wars and LOTR fan too and I love Lorde so I'm really glad we have something in common 💞 and Princess Bride???? hello??? that's my childhood lol - it always fascinates me how many people have seen it and actually like it (it's definitely worth the hype tho!) so you seem like my kind of a person hihi.

Now to your ship...

I finally figure out who I'd ship you with and it would be Felix.

My reasoning behind it:

- Felix's ENFP is highly compatible with your INFP

- your hobbies seem really really similar to me :)

- baking dates with Felix? Asfgtdgsfaf hell yeaaaaah! He would be so happy to have someone to share his interest with and I think he'd adore you for your baking abilities... I'm sure this would be his favorite time of quality time, hands down :)

- I also think your personalities would be really really in tune since he also seems like someone friendly, creative and supportive who people rely on

- Felix would definitely love your cat lol <3

- the way he would support you to follow your dream to work in a creative field??? like my boy is one of the most supportive people out there and he'd be so proud of you <3

- he also seems like such a nerd to me and I think he probably loves Star Wars and LOTR too so movie datessssss

You are just about to pour the brownie batter into the baking form when a pair of arms wrap around your waist, making you smile immediately.

"Lixie! I need to focus!"

"Sorry, love," he replies but doesn't pull away. Instead, he rests his head on your shoulder, planting a kiss on your neck as he watches you work.

You try so hard to not let his soft touches distract you from your task but your heart flutters nonetheless.

"You're doing so good, baby," he murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and his praise making your cheeks burn.

"Thank you," you whisper, getting the last bit of the batter into the form before you put down your bowl and spatula and turn around to face your boyfriend.

"I had the best teacher after all," you state, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and grinning once he chuckles.

"Sure you did," he rolls his eyes playfully, tearing a scoff out of you.

"I did! You're the best baker I know," you keep going, leaning closer to peck his lips, making him smile.

"Thank you, darling," he looks you in the eyes shyly, and you grin.

"No need to thank me, Lixie. It's the truth. We should put it in the oven now though," you state, making him chuckle.

"I'm on it, baby," he says and you don't protest, climbing on the counter to sit there as you watch Felix put the form in the oven.

When it's done, he returns to you, resting his hands on your knees and leaning closer to kiss you on the lips, leaving you melting against him.

"I love you so much," he whispers as he nuzzles his nose into your neck, making your breath falter.

"I love you too, baby," you state, pulling him a bit closer and running your hand over his soft hair lovingly.

"I love spending time with you like this," he adds and you smile.

"I love it too. So much. I couldn't wait for today the whole week," you admit, and Felix chuckles, straightening up to look at you.

"Really?" He assures and you nod.

"Of course. It helps me relax like nothing else," you say and he smiles.

"I'm really glad to hear the feeling is mutual," he states, making you grin.

"We should do this more often," you offer and he hums, pecking your lips.

"Can't say no to that."

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