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sincerely-sofie · 23 days

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omg wAIT this question’s been in my brain for a while - if grovyle’s name is clover, and celebi’s name is skye, what would dusknoir’s name be? would he ever reveal it to the rest of the future trio? to twig? dID TWIG GET ENOUGH REST AND STAY HYDRATED TODAY

Dusknoir has had multiple names throughout his life, given to him by multiple people. It's hard not to describe those names without describing his backstory as well... So let's get into the meat and potatoes!

The first name he received was after he reached his second birthday. The group of ghost, dark, and steel-types he was hatched into didn't name their children before they'd survived to that point. This was a tradition rooted in how infant survival rates were so low, and waiting to name a child helped the group avoid getting attached "too early" in their eyes. As was tradition in the group, he was initially named after a recent misfortune that faced the group— Famine, in his case— to keep the memory of the struggle fresh in their minds, and to keep them mindful of future struggles.

After growing into adulthood, he was given another name: Solace. The group gifted virtue names to their young adults to give them something to build their new lives around— to provide them a sort of direction, a goal. Solace eventually left the group he grew up in and set off in search of his namesake, having gone through a strange period of sorrow that had no apparent cause and which persisted for several months, stretching out into the start of his journey.

He returned not long after, as the sorrow had come and gone with little fanfare— one day he woke up and didn't feel hopeless and mournful immediately upon doing so— and found the group struggling to survive. Something about them had caught Primal Dialga's attention, and that attention came with it explosive anger and immeasurable violence. Solace came up with a plan to turn Dialga's hatred elsewhere by feeding him false information about a secret rebellion against him forming in the valley over thataway. Unfortunately, Dialga decided his group were the only people he could trust amidst the imagined rebellion threatening to overthrow him. A number of the adults in the group were picked to be Dialga's trusted servants, with Solace numbered among them.

Unluckily for them, it turned out there was a conspiracy against Dialga— a legend called Celebi was enlisting the assistance of mortals to travel back in time and prevent the Future they lived in from ever occurring. None of them stayed committed to her plot for long after entering the Past, and they always chose to live out their days in the era of calm before the storm, but she didn't show any sign of giving up on her plan.

During this period of time, Solace rescued a set of sextuplets from a cave-in that had orphaned them, and had taken on the task of raising these children left adrift in the wake of tragedy. He dedicated most of his time to their upbringings, and Dialga made his displeasure at him neglecting his duties clear— Solace was forced to choose between abandoning the young sableyes that he'd taken in, an action that would likely lead to their eventual deaths, and refusing the command of a Legend, an act that guaranteed it. He chose a third option— he told Dialga that he was training up the sableye to become new additions to his throng of servants. Dialga bought the lie, but expected them to be viable additions sooner rather than later, and Solace had to work hard to train these poor kids to fight viciously enough that they wouldn't be gutted the second Dialga demanded their service in stomping out the rebellion that Celebi was still eagerly stirring up.

The sableye started calling him Obsidian after a time, apparently either after some folk hero or storybook character he'd never heard of. The name swiftly devolved into him being called Obbi as well when in private, safely out of the sight of Dialga, when they could forget the roles of master and servant and resume the odd family atmosphere that formed about them.

Flash forward to after TPiaG. A little girl— an infant so small she fits comfortably in the palm of one hand, and so delicate she feels likely to blow away with a single breath— looks him in the face and calls him Grandpa.

All of that backstory aside: Dusknoir is very private, and doesn't speak of his past much. He wouldn't plan to give any of his names to the members of their motley crew, but when Grovyle laments missing Twig calling him Clover toward the beginning of the Future Trio living together, he'd share his own homesickness for being called Solace, or even the nostalgia of being addressed as Famine.

Grovyle wouldn't address him as either name after this— Dusknoir doesn't really like people using the names in conversation unless they're one of the people who gave him them, like the sableye calling him Obsidian or the nicknames they derived from it— but Dusknoir feels a lot better knowing that he's now not the only person who knows him by those names.

Celebi has a similar interaction with Dusknoir, but reversed— she comforts him when he briefly, dismissively mentions the longing he has associated with his old names, and tells him that he's lived up to his virtue name very well.

Twig probably wouldn't ever learn the names she wasn't around to hear be first given, and wouldn't use them as a result. However, she's always used his species name as if it belonged only to him— and has gone on detailed rants about how strange it was to have another Dusknoir introduce herself as such. She gave him a name of her own, in a way, strange as it was.

Also: It was an unseasonably hot day in Verdant Village and Twig was chugging water and juice all day to cope. She took a nap to catch up on sleep after a bad night for insomnia. It wasn't a very successful nap, thanks to a squirmy little Opal demanding she be included despite refusing to settle down and actually sleep, but she got some good bonding time with her baby— so she'd count that as a win.

#the present is a gift au #shadow baby au #pmd dusknoir #dadnoir #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd eos #pmd2 #pmd #sofie answers asks

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mediocre-shark-tales · 3 months

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Fated by the Stars (2)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds, Violence

Summary - Now living with the pack, they take you out into their world. After living with your ex pack hidden way from anything and anyone outside of the pack law, this experience comes with complications and concerns.

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I woke up to the sunrise as it bathed this colorless room in soft orange and gold hues. Today I would be able to fix up this room, and turn it into my own safe place. The boys had promised me that I would get this whole room to my self, to fit it out with anything and everything I desired. I slowly got up and walked over the to large window that look out into the forest from slightly above the trees. I loved to watch the sunrise no matter where I was. It was the one thing that kept me sane, a way to remember my mother as well. We used to watch the sunrise and sunset together, a small window gave us just enough to watch the sunrise and our nightly omega duties gave us enough time to watch it set.

I heard the door slowly creak open behind me, pulling me back to reality before the memories of our nightly duties could resurface and fowl out my mood.

Turning to look at the door I saw two boys standing in the doorway, there stood Jeongin and Seungmin. They both were adorned with smiles full of adoration. In seconds of me noticing them, they began to walk over to me. Seungmin was quick to pick me up, the beta was surprisingly strong sometimes. Jeongin the youngest among the pack and alphas gave me a quick hair ruffle as they brought me out of the room. We walked down the long hallway, where everyone's personal rooms were. Soon enough we had made it down the stairs and into the dining room. Looking around I see the whole pack was here, everyone with their own breakfast. I smiled seeing the yummy meal. Jeongin sat down first and seungmin put me in his lap before sitting down right next to us.

Now that I was sat with them, everyone began to happily dig into their meals. Small chatter going out around the table. However next to me where Chan sat, I heard him call for my attention. Looking over I smiled at him. "After we eat, someone will bring you some spares clothes for you to change into, then we will take you to get anything and everything you need or want. I just want you to know that you are not allowed to look at the price and just trust that we can handle it okay?" I nodded to him. "We want to see you happy and greatly spoiled like any omega should feel." I never understood how their thoughts about Omega's could differ from my old pack's idea of us. All of this change to what I once knew is so overstimulating for me. But I just pushed all that to the back of my brain, If they wanted happy y/n then that's what they were getting.

Soon we had all finished our food and instinctively I began to try and clean up after everyone. My mind was slowly morphing back into the same mindset I needed to survive in my old pack. However A soft hand on my shoulder brought me out of this headspace and I looked up to see a soft smile from Jisung. "Put down the plates sweetheart, this is the alpha's chore. Let us Beta's help you get around for the day. We all would love to help pamper you sweetheart." I slowly set the plates down, a little bit on edge. Every second of everyday was learning a new normal. Understanding a new way to live, at least until life proved to be lying again and I was back out on my own.

Jisung held his hand out for me and I gladly took it, he slowly led me back up the stairs. We walked down to the end of the hallway where my boring room stood. Jisung led me and had me sit down on the bed, "Okay darling I'm gonna start up the shower for you and bring you some shampoos and body washes to choose from. Later when we go to the store you'll be able to pick out your very own." I nodded and sat waiting while Jisung entered the bathroom attached to my room. I heard the soft sound of the shower turning on and some rustling around before I saw Jisung again. He sat a few options down for me. I could smell each scent so different from the last. My decision was easy, I chose the two that smelled of freshly baked vanilla cupcakes. "Okay now go ahead and take a shower. The boys and I will go grab some spare clothes for you. Would it be okay if you wore some of our clothes for today?" I smiled any the thought of getting wrapped up in all of their scents. I answered quickly "Yes please!" With a soft chuckle Jisung lead me to the bathroom. Pointing out a few things I may need before leaving me to take care of myself.

The bathroom was already steamy warm from the warmth of the shower. I placed my shampoo and body wash on a ledge in the shower then backed up to take off the unscented white t-shirt and black shorts. I folded and placed them on the sink counter and picked up the two towels next to it, placing them closer to the shower door. Finally, I stepped into the shower feeling the soft warmth cover my naked form. I relaxed into it, I had missed the few good things being part of a pack brought me. Sure my last pack was horrible but they still made sure to keep up appearances among other packs. Showers were one of the few luxuries we were given but they also became something that could be taken away if we caused too much mischief in our alpha's eyes.

I massaged the shampoo into my scalp and rubbed the body wash all over, lathering myself in the warm vanilla scent. I felt at peace in this shower. But soon I had to step out and quickly I wrapped myself in the thick warm towel. Grabbing the second one I wrapped my hair up to dry it while I dried the rest of myself. Soon I was all dried off, I unwrapped my hair and hung the now wet towel on the towel rack. Leaving the other one wrapped around my body as I stepped out into my room. There stood Jisung and Felix, smiling warmly at me. "Come over sweet thing, let's get you dressed and I'll do your hair for you." I felt myself smile wider as I walked over. The boys turned around to allow me privacy while I changed. I pulled on a t-shirt that smelled of Hyunjin, It pooled around my waist thanks to our height difference. Hyunjin smelled of roses with undertones of sandalwood. The boxer they gave me smelled of Changbins musky rich leather scent. Pulling up the pants, I could smell Citrus and Oakmoss which means they came from Jeongin. Next I pulled up the socks, basking in Minho's scent of Soft lavender and Jasmine. I pulled on and tied out Jisungs shoes, they were a bit to large but they would work for today. His scent of Pine resin and Cedar gave me a small smile. I grabbed the jacket as Chan's Coffee and Chocolate scent wrapped around me. I held the hat and gloves in my hands, I could put them on later before we walked out. The hat was obviously seungmin's as his Rose Water and Ivy scent was a dead give away. The gloves smelled of Eucalyptus and dampened cypress wood, Felix.

The boys finally turned around and Felix began to brush out my hair. skillfully put it up in a low ponytail and braiding it back. He softly grabbed the hat from me to place it on my head with out messing up my hair. I smiled and decided to also put the gloves on too. I just couldn't wait any longer to bask in all the smell of my mates. God hoped this thing they had taught me was true. That I wasn't being lied to only to be tossed aside later.

Felix and Jisung both held my hands tightly as they brought me out of the room and down to the rest of the pack. Seeing their loving smiles brought an even bigger one to my face. Minho walked up to me and placed his hands softly on my cheeks. "God you look so good in our clothes jagiya." He almost growled out with a smile, placing a soft peck on my forehead. I blushed at this and quickly began to walk out with everyone.

We all hopped into this big black van, Chan hopping in the driver seat and Minho as the front passenger. Behind me sat Jeongin, Felix and Jisung. Currently I sat in the middle row with Seungmin, Changbin, and HyunJin. I was sat comfortably on Changbin's lap as he held me tightly. Hyunjin and Seungmin both had a hand on one of my legs. I felt the omega in me swell, she loved to get so much attention from these boys. I had never felt this way about any alpha or beta before. Maybe I could really trust what this pack had told. Maybe I was fated to be with them. Maybe I was there mate.

Pulling up to a large building, I stared confused. "Where are we?" Hyunjin looked at me startled. "oh my dearest, I can't imagine what your life must have been like for you to be this new to everything our world has to offer." He held my cheek. "Do you mind telling us a little about your life there?" I nodded. "Uhm, well when we got to go with the beta's to fetch whatever our alpha's needed. It was a small market, like single person vendors selling in their little huts." That was all I was willing to give them, I didn't want to think about anything more involving my old pack. My old hell hole.

I felt everyone around me become sad before it transformed quickly into anger. "Sweetness, I know there is more to your story and that story must be so traumatizing for you to only ever tell us so little. But just know whenever you finally want to tell us, we will be open ear to listen to all your tragedies. Right after that we will pick you back up and show you just how much you mean to us, we are so happy the gods have finally granted you to us. We won't ever let you see harm again." I smiled at his words, leaning into his touch. Seungmin got my attention with a kiss to my cheek. "So baby to answer your question earlier. This place is called the mall, it is similar to your small market but a lot bigger and nicer. All the vendors have their own room inside, this specific mall is great for omega's to find what they need. Though there is a few places for Alpha's and Beta's alike." I nodded happy with his answer. Hyunjin opened the door and helped me get out of the van. The crisp cold wind instantly bite into my exposed skin. My nose and cheeks were probably reddening by the second.

One shiver and Chan was all over me, "Come here little one, let me hold you until we get inside, I'll keep you warm." I jumped into his arms and he picked me up with ease. I watched as the pack surrounded us, like they were protecting me from the wind. However I soon learned that this was more so to protect me from the many wolves that soon noticed them. Alpha's, Beta's and Omega's all began to fawn over the boys. I saw Changbin and Seungmin looking around the entrance quickly before they both whistled in sync. Seconds later men and women came running, they're all black outfits giving away their job. They were security, I only knew this because of how they handled the crowds of people fawning over the pack. It was very similar to the guards my old pack alpha used to have. We liked to call them his 'Guard Dogs' behind closed curtains.

As the crowd got rowdier, I felt myself become uneasy. Anxiety slowly filling my nerves like a glass being filled with water, too much would cause a mess. However once we were inside, everything began to die down. I felt Chan rub my back smoothly, as a way to comfort me from the anxiety I felt. "I'm sorry baby, we forgot to tell you we were a little famous here. Going anywhere is going to be like that in the future. However don't be scared, like we said, we will always protect you." I nodded at him trying my best to calm down.

Chan put me back on the ground, allowing me to walk around and lead them where ever I felt like going. Minho crouched down in front of me, helping me to remove the gloves and hat. He putt them in my pockets so I could still smell the boys on me. "Remember, what ever you want for your room or yourself, We will get it. No questions asked, we are spoiling you today. Also no looking at prices or anything of the sort, if you want it get it." I nodded. He held my cheek lightly. "I know you have to get used to this place, so if you don't want to get anything today in preparations for nesting, then you don't have to and we can come back when you are comfortable. I just want you to know that we will do whatever makes you happy." I blushed and nodded.

My old pack would let us omega's nest but it was just a privledge that could be taken away. Yet I never was allowed the opportunity to truly build and design my own nest the exact way I wanted. Thinking about it now, I think I really want to get some stuff today. I really wanted to finally experience my omega without the fear and stress I was used to.

I turned around looking ago each vendor nearest to us. My eyes instantly caught sight of one with a big sign out front saying 'Walls and Floors Co.' That would be the best place to start. I already had an idea of how to design my room for comfort. This was where I was gonna start.

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#stray kids #bang chan #lee minho #kim seungmin #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #yang jeongin #seo changbin #lee felix #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #childhood trauma #tragic

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just-slightly-chayotic · 1 year

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Hiiii, are you in a comfortable position right now? If yes, open the link

https://twitter.com/Tuesatur/status/1628065534792302593?t=K03tB5Si4Wl6JQPYYxjwCA&s=19

Here's a sneak peek 🫶🏻

(Chewing glass banging head on the table screaming in the middle of the street 🫠)

AFSBSVCSJSBSJSAB????? SFSHSHHDKSN???

bestie. bestie. i JUST woke up. YOU ARE CHOOSING VIOLENCE TODAY. FIRST THING IN THE MORNING.

my poor sanity left out the window and it is never coming back. my brain is mush. i am joining you in the screaming. i am throwing myself into the sun

#the whiteboard in my bedroom is still saying 0 days since i last cried about jeff satur #i am unwell #THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME TO BE IN A COMFORTABLE POSITION #I WOULD HAVE FAINTED #i have no words in any language anymore #i've been staring at those photos #for so long #oh god #asks

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impishtubist · 2 years

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Yo, my brain woke up and chose violence today

An au based after Sirius fell through the veil, but didn't die and is able to reach out to Remus, but only in his dreams

So here's Remus who gets Sirius back but only when he's sleeping and he fully thinks he's just grief hallucinating and it's not really Sirius. I just know it's gotta be so hard, Sirius is trying so hard to be like "no I'm here I'm real" and Remus is just falling apart "I can't keep doing this, having you here and then losing you again every morning is killing me"

Anyway...this is my au and I say eventually Remus stops being dumb and figures out it is actually Sirius and they find a way to bring him back through the veil. BUT FIRST angst (so much angst)

Hello, I love it when anons choose violence in my inbox!

I love this................and not to be That Guy, but I did actually write a fic where Remus keeps hallucinating Sirius and it's slowly driving him mad, but it turns out it's Sirius trying to reach out to him from beyond the Veil: let our candle always burn.

#wolfstar #imp is writing #imp speaks

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the-ayakashi-in-me · 2 years

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Savage Love

I.LOVELESS

•Starring: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x Vanya "Annie" Tatsugami (OC).

•Genre: Angst with a happy ending, so there might be some fluff here and there.

•Warnings: Toxic relationship, violence, mentions of weapons, blood, drugs, a little gore, probable eventual smut, MANGA SPOILERS, established relationship, ANGST, mental illness. (Lemme know if I've missed anything)

•A/N: My first ever tokyo revengers fanfic featuring Bonten Mikey and my OC. Bonten Mikey lives rent-free in my frontal cortex. Oh and this will be a series. Construction criticism is always welcomed. Hope you guys like it!

Series Masterlist:

Loveless

Helpless

Thoughtless

Hopeless

Faithless

Someone once said a person dies three times; the first ends with the loss of naivety, the second with the loss of innocence, and the third with the loss of life.

Annie died twice already. So should she let the last one snuff out that easily? Should she really give in? Since when was she the type to give in?

Right, ever since she married Mikey.

She loved him though. She really did. She loved him enough to mould herself into exactly what he asked her to be. She allowed him to chip away at her former nature. Until all that remained was a shell, of whom she used to be. All her former resilience and tenacity had been drowned out by his overwhelming dark urges and insecurities. She never even stopped to question him. She just wanted to make her husband happy.

Today, she wondered if she should have stopped to think for a minute. Maybe she should've approached his darkness another way; because Mikey was still not happy. In the end, all her complacency did was make her miserable, and him utterly numb.

"Where did I go wrong?"

The ceiling of their shared bedroom seemed to repeat the same answer; silence.

At this point, it was more like a shared penthouse, because Mikey rarely ever came home. Whenever he did, he arrived in the dead of night, always slept in another room and was gone before Annie woke up.

Annie couldn't remember the last time she had a proper conversation with him. He wouldn't pick up her calls, only ever replied to her texts with a single word and never allowed her to come anywhere close to the Bonten headquarters.

Nowadays, she had to ask Sanzu to pass on her messages to Mikey, who in turn would do the same.

The incessant buzzing of her phone finally snapped Annie out of her daze. She received the call and put it on speaker, she didn't even have to check, and she already knew who it was.

"A thousand apologies Red, but it doesn't look like Mikey will make it home tonight... Again."

"Thanks for rubbing it in Sanzu. What excuse did he come up with this time?"

"...um... well..."

"So he didn't even come up with an excuse this time."

"... Yeeeah...you're absolutely right."

Something was off. Though Sanzu was known to be Bonten's resident airhead, he was being uncharacteristically ignorant today.

Annie sat up, brows furrowed, "Sanzu, where's Mikey?"

"Um ...at his... office?"

"Then why can't he come home tonight?"

"Whaaat? I didn't say that... I said... he'd be home...late tonight! Yeah. He's gonna be... very late."

"...then why will he be very late?"

"...um...Koko! Koko mi-"

"Koko's not even in Japan. Sanzu, don't lie to me! Where is Mikey?!"

Annie didn't mean to raise her voice; especially when Sanzu was only doing his job. Granted, he was doing it very poorly. However, anxiety had slowly begun to plant its corrosive seed in her already vulnerable mind. In all her five years of marriage, Annie had never felt this apprehensive.

She heard Sanzu sigh on the other side. She could also feel him contemplate, (as much as his drug-infused brain allowed him to anyway) if he should tell her or not. Annie knew if she allowed him to think for too long, Sanzu would ultimately choose Mikey’s bid over her pleas. In the end, serving Mikey was Sanzu’s default.

"Please Sanzu! I’m begging you; tell me what’s going on. I’m just so tired of it!”

That was the final straw. The dam Annie had built so carefully brick-by-brick, cracked, and caved in. The first wave of tears was silent. However, that hardly lasted for a few seconds. The second wave was strong enough to wreck her core and the ones that came after that reduced her spirit to rubble. Her violent sobs and heaving breaths were enough to make Sanzu panic.

“Whoa, now Red! Don’t cry on me! Mikey’s gonna toss me straight out his office window!”

That only seemed to make Annie weep even louder. It’s not like she was doing it on purpose. The Lord knows she was trying her level best to contain and control herself. But, five years of this one-sided cat and mouse game had left her thoroughly exasperated.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll tell you. Just please stop crying.”

“O-okay... I’ll t-try.”

“Tonight...Mikey’s leaving for Yokohama.”

It was astonishing, how much Annie learnt from Sanzu, about her own husband. Moving Bonten’s main operations to Yokohama was something Mikey was trying to do for the past three years. Tonight was when all his efforts came to fruition. Tonight was when Bonten was moving out to Yokohama, permanently; with the sole exception of Sanzu, who still had to tie up a few loose ends, and she was one of them.

Reblogs are always appreciated.

#tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev angst #bonten mikey #mikey smut #mikey fluff #mikey angst #bonten smut #bonten angst #bonten fluff #fanfic #tokyo rev fanfic #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #mikey x oc #mikey x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #bonten

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lix-ables · 2 years

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kriss babe you really woke up today and chose violence HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE?? ok ok im gonna try to not 👀👀 racer!minho and choose lipstick marks bc damn that's hot 😩

i do not regret choosing violence today 😚 my brain chooses violence every single day, but today is the day y'all experience it,,

#[💌] — mail #lino nyangi #— [moots]#yes welcome to my delulu hours #— wips !!

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welightthefire · 1 year

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Day 4 already and the ideas are still brewing in this little ass brain of mine. As always I hope today is kind to you. I’ll make today all about music.

If you could describe your music taste with only three bands (besides Greta that’s cheating) what would they be?

If Jake or Danny requested a slow dance in the kitchen, what song would you be putting on for background music?

Now hypothetically, Would you rather take away the bass guitar from music or the drums?

Hohoho and off I go 🎄

So you woke up and chose violence today, huh? 🥲

Three bands? I’m going to take the liberty of adding three musicians as well bc why the fuck not

Fleetwood Mac, Noah Kahan, The Summer Set, Bob Seger, Meatloaf, Pierce The Veil

If Jake requested a slow dance in the kitchen, I would DIE. Literally instant cardiac arrest 💀

Really though, “Better Man” by James Morrison

You’re absolutely cruel for this one homie-

but I’d probably have to say drums. The beat would be more subtle with bass, but it would still be noticeable and I feel like the bass is such an underestimated instrument which is really quite versatile.

Anon, I’ve gotta let you know that my favorite part of the day is answering your questions. It’s so nice to wake up and start my day thinking about whatever you choose to ask me (and you ask some good fucking shit). So thank you for that.

I hope your day is wonderful. ❤️

#WLTFsecretsanta

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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the mood of this morning

#I woke up in the WORST mood today somehow lol #to the point that I almost find it funny it's like my brain woke me up at 6 am solely to choose violence

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void-cloud · 3 years

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My BPD enhanced social pattern recognition VS keeping the conversation I'm not (yet) part of civil and on topic

#I see my brain woke up choosing violence today #brain cloud #bpd things #bpd #actuallybpd

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Hey Exiled. I wanted to say that your fics are super amazing and as an aspiring writer, I want to be as good as you. Hope you are doing well.

Possible Trigger Warning(?)

This is for if/when your requests open up again, but imagine Xiao or Albedo with an s/o that’s being tortured and they’re forced to watch. Like they can’t do anything to save them and end up losing their s/o. (I mean for this to inflict pain as this is my favorite troupe. It can honestly work with anyone; I just chose these two boys because they are my favorites)

Today we woke up and we chose violence 🤝finally got around to working on this, I think it's about time I seriously manifest Hu Tao even tho I'm all fluffy lately ywy I love this community, you all give me the best brain juice ehehh Edit: Also also awww thank you for your kind words, sweetie, I'm sure you're already good in your own way!

Blood Money

Albedo and Xiao witness their S/O getting tortured... Blood, violence, the obvious stuff. And also death warning, read at your own risk. (masterlist)

With every punch sends nothing but painful regret into his gut.

His fragile and weak body was beaten into submission, and Albedo comes to spite himself over realizing just how useless he is without his Vision, how useless he would be with it either way. Maybe if he knew the things that would transpire, he would have taken great consideration into mastering his element.

The cloaked man pulls harshly at his ruined braid, forcing him to watch now in full attention.

He almost vomits at the sound of your bone grinding and snapping as they pull it back, your grazed throat able to let out a choked scream that sends shivers to his own body. For the first time in his whole life, tears threatened to spill as it forms at the brim of his eyes.

"Please..." the sword embedded in your side twists to deliver a seering pain, another scream forcing its way through your senseless whimpers, "Please... let them go..."

Your face was smacked flat against the floor, breathing heavy but barely there as a foot presses at the nape of your neck, placing a dangerous weight at your spine/throat as your oxygen supply starts to fade.

"That person right there is the reason your research has been stagnant," the one holding him down spoke in held fury as he chooses his words through grinded teeth, "Khaenri'ah needs its cure and you're here playing house. You ought to learn your lesson."

You're awfully silent and still. Albedo's sedated body struggles helplessly, breathe quickening as fear in its purest form bubbles within him. He gingerly calls out your name; no response, it only made the man put more pressure on your neck.

"No, please, stop. I was- I was on an expedition, in Dragonspine. I was sent by the Knights- I-I couldn't refuse..."

A swift, muffled crack makes him scream. Horrified and shocked. The tears are now that of a waterfall, sobs and cries for your name in hopes that you would respond. You didn't.

"Wrong answer."

Ever since the day Albedo comes walking into Mondstadt with your corpse cradled in his arms, not even the Knights had seen him walk out of his laboratory, dead eyes never meeting anyone's stare. The Alchemist is in grief and denial, that's what they theorized, for the reason that Albedo never once muttered anything else under his breath besides his research.

Timaeus and Sucrose, despite being apprentices and assistants, never stepped foot into his laboratory either. Banned, even. Klee too never had the chance to see him again, his laboratory was permanently locked. Perhaps he just needed time, something all the Knights thought.

"I'm almost done," and time is exactly what he wants. Even if you're nothing but a rotting corpse in his lab, he'll get to you soon enough. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I'll defy those laws for you, my love."

Xiao and the constant plague of his built up karma haunts him whether he has his eyes closed or not.

The problem with it is the fact that when it manifests, it's usually a vivid phenomenon that only he is witness to. It alarms him more than anyone of its recent manifestations, corrupting nearby Hilichurls and whole cavern of monsters, his debt is sipping and he's not sure what else it could hurt, because it can hurt anything at this point.

So when he lifts his head from his usual shackles of karmic binds, he was more than horrified to see you, his ray of hope entangled the same way. "What are you doing here-" his sudden question halts upon your pained grunt, the binds wrapped around your arms pulling in opposite directions.

The pain is slow and daunting, Xiao realized at the way your face scrunches up as it pulls more. Desperate to stop your hurting, he struggles against his own karmic binds. Yet the thousand years of burden do not relent so easily.

"Our lives are cut off because of your slaughter. What makes you think you deserve reconciliation with life after taking thousands of others?"

A bind finds its way around your throat and tightens, your grunts muffled into choking desperately for air, body writhing in an effort to pull away from all your shackles. Xiao doesn't like it, not one bit of how he struggles to break free, how powerless he feels at the current situation when he should be protecting you from harm.

"Xi..." He tugs at his left arm to angle his leg, hoping to latch it around the upper bind to pull it. What was of his composure now when his desperation and alarm is evident on his face? "X-Xiao ngh-"

Distracted from his own struggles, Xiao peels his stare away and onto your form, eye widening and moistening at the sight of red and blood forming by the junction of your arms and torso. A manifestation of the consumed festered souls summons behind your form with a wicked smile, long nails of jet black traces your flexed body while piercing at your skin as it passes.

Your struggles for air mixes in with pain raised tenfold, breathless screams for every puncture. You couldn't even look at him anymore. "Please," the Yaksha cries out in his most vulnerable, "Stop hurting them. Please... This is between you and me..."

"If you want us to stop,

then you'll have to stop too."

In the domain of his mind, only those that lingers, that should linger are the thousands of devoured, demonic souls that make up his debt. There is no room for anything else. Xiao hangs his head low and there he weeps in silence in a place where he is not a weapon, only a man reminiscent of his youngness and naivety.

Here he is no Xiao.

Here he is Alatus.

They smile.

"Xiao?" You wave your hand by his face, snapping your fingers (and failed miserably) enough times for him to finally zone out of his sudden trance in the middle of your comversation. "Is something wrong?" Your confused expression is different from his steeled, yet wide eyed one.

And without a word, he vanished from your sight. A look over his shoulder, of regret and hurt, was the last of your memory of him. In his eyes you are dead to him; in his mind your light has no place in it.

I have realized I do not want to scar you that much. Ironically. Asks spam after this so turn your notifs off after.

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#genshin impact x Reader #Albedo x reader #Albedo #Xiao x reader #Xiao #genshin impact #angst #big oof #bloody mess #gender neutral #exile.goblet #exile.flower #sojourner specials

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mrsmaybank · 3 years

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My Little Sun - Reid x Reader

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” “So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

CONTENT WARNINGS: AGE GAP, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, STALKING, LANGUAGE probably the misuse of a Russian word IF THERES MORE LMK

A/N: Okay, let me be honest rq this idea lowk scared me but the words really just fell out of my brain really easily so, yk fuck it whatever. ANYWAY, if you like, please let me know!

pt 2, pt 3 “I love you Spencer.” The words immediately melted me.

“I know so many things.” She gave me an unapproving look.

“I don’t mean to sound cocky, but I do! Now for once in your life, listen to me.” She nodded her head in concession.

“I’ve just read more, I’ve written more, I’ve discovered and studied more than the average person. I could tell you a little bit about anything with one hundred percent certainty. I could--and want--to tell you the names of all the stars, I could recite verbatim the entirety of Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus or Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, which you know, speaking of I will ‘cause I still can’t believe you haven’t read it,” Her smile flattened into a straight line, and I laughed. “Orrr, I could also tell you something simple, like why we get the hiccups.” I shook my head.

“Regardless, I know so many things and I’m rarely taken by surprise because of it. Everything in life is a pattern of change, and as a human, we will always adjust and adapt to whatever situation we are in. For better or worse, we don’t feel the same thing for very long. This is why an addict takes a couple more every time, a sadist hits his second victim harder than the first, they’re searching for the high of the first time, and it will never come.”

She nodded in understanding,

“I know this is true, it’s factual, and yet every time I look at you it feels like the first. You’ve broken the laws of human psychology.”

“First time you saw me was at a gas station Spencer.”

“No. The first time I looked at you after I knew I loved you.”

“Where were we?”

“My car. You were dancing. You looked ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously sexy? You mean?” She smiled.

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.”

“So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”

“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin.

“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.”

“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled.

“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine.

“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine.

“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted.

I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.

“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss.

“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed.

“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.”

“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic.

“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”

“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.”

“You are. So, so much smarter.”

“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest.

I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”

She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.”

“Whatever…”

I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?”

She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.”

I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other.

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“Must you work?” I sent the message to Spencer as I rolled over to his side of the bed in anticipation. I breathed in heavy, liking the way the pillow smelled like his laundry.

“Unfortunately.” he responded. “Think you’ll be home this weekend?”

“It’s not looking like it, little one. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t reply. I was too sad to reply. I knew it’d make him feel guilty, which I didn’t want to do, cause like, his job and saving people and shit is important. But, it still wasn’t fair! At all. There was something very important I had to tell him.

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Total darkness, and then way too much light. My head hurt and I couldn’t move. I was handcuffed to a wooden chair. There were chains around my torso and ankles. The room was a medical sort of bright. It smelled like bleach and rotting fruit. The walls were dilapidated, seeming to be made of tiles that were once white, but have turned yellow.

What the FUCK?

“Hello!” I shouted. My voice was so coarse it hurt. Shit. My head pulsed so badly it practically hurt to think, but I still racked my brain.

Where am I?

How’d I get here?

Why am I here?

I woke up again. Fuck, why can’t I think? Why can’t I do anything?

“Hey, y/n.” A woman’s voice. A very stoic, cold, sounding female voice.

I’m not alone. Thank god, oh my god, I’m not alone.

With the little strength I had, I lifted my head to see her. She wasn’t what I thought. She was alright, she wasn’t tied. She did this to me?

She took a sip from her silver flask, “Do you know who I am?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Typical.” She stood up and grabbed me by the hair, “You fucking disgust me.” Like, she said, she threw my hair away like it disgusted her.

She sat back down on the bench in front of the chair I was chained to, “My name is Brook Austen. I was a professor at Georgetown last year. Taught a couple seminars at your school, that little university you go to, the students there were nothing like mine. Not nearly as intelligent, but as expected, Georgetown is much more prestigious, obviously.”

I was confused, and she knew, but did not care.

“You’re not the brightest, y/n. Only slightly above average high school grades, strikingly mediocre academic performance now.”

Where the hell is she going with this?

“And you know it doesn’t surprise me, per say, because every man on this goddamn planet is a piece of fucking shit! But I thought that, maybe, just maybe, Spencer was different.”

She grimaced, “I thought he’d want more than just a pretty face! ‘Cause you might be prettier y/n, but I’m smarter.” Her words were laced with utter hatred.

Her demeanor changed, and it almost started to seem like she was talking to herself. “I'm older. I’m more successful. I’m fucking better.”

She approached me again, grabbing my face so I was looking her in those scarily light green eyes, and she wrapped her hands around my throat. “I’m fucking better then you! Better, better, better!” Every time she said better she shook my neck and gripped tighter so I couldn’t breathe.

“Stop! Please! Please stop!” I shouted, “I’m-I’m pregnant!”

She began to break down, “You’re pregnant?” A maniacal chuckle left her throat, “You’re pregnant?”

“Is it Spencer’s?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Wow.” She laughed once more, “Fucking wow.”

“How could Spencer choose this!? You’re nothing like him. You are a pathetic fucking college student. A fucking daddy issue ridden slut! I’m a celebrated academic, just like him!” Tears began to slip from her eyes, “How could he not choose me?”

This woman is NOT well in the head.

“You--you like Spencer?” I asked.

“You don’t get to ask the fuckin’ questions here.” She pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it to the tip of my chin, “I do. So you’re gonna answer them.” Or, she started manically laughing, “I’ll kill you.” She swallowed, “And your baby.”

I screamed at those words, “No,” I sobbed, “NO!”

I turned my head away so I didn’t have to look at the woman in front of me, there was a timed red dot blinking. A camera.

“Is that-- is that a camera?”

She nodded, “I want Spencer to see you and his child die.”

“He….No! No, please, No!” I choked on a sob and she smiled.

“He doesn’t know.” She paced, “He doesn’t even fucking know!”

She waltzed over to the camera and brought it closer to us, “Hey Spencer.” She began waving, “Hey Penelope. Aaron. Derek. Jennifer. Emily.”

Her demeanor changed once more, into that of a cheerleader of all things, “So, quick recap.” Brook pursed her lips, “Spencer your twenty three year old fucktoy is pregnant. Congrats!”

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Y/N was two things I didn’t know she was this morning: In serious danger, and the mother of my expected child. I felt frozen in trepidation.

We all watched in horror as Brook greeted us. All by first name. She knew exactly what she was doing and it freaked me out even more.

“Reid, you need to step out.” Hotch grabbed my shoulder, “Now.”

I was sick with fear and ill with rage. I sat down because I could feel my knees go weak. Hotch started again, “We know who she is. We will find her. Y/N will be alright.” He paused, “So will the baby.”

I replayed the events of the live footage in my head, her screams of pain and terror, her trembles and confusion. I’d failed her. I’d failed her and now I knew I’d also failed our child.

JJ sat down next to me, “Spencer, when did you meet Brook?”

“I uh,” I wiped my face, “A year and four months ago. I did uh, I taught uh, I taught a string of seminars at Georgetown. It was biweekly. Her office was next to mine. We spoke for the first time when she offered me a coffee.”

“What did you say?”

“What do you think I said?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I said yeah, I fucking like coffee.” I felt instantaneously guilty for cursing, and especially at JJ but I was too frazzled for it to last long enough to apologize.

“I know Spence, I’m sorry. Just keep going.”

“Then, the next week, we got lunch together.”

“Was it, you know, friendly?”

“What are you implying Jennifer?” I snapped.

“No Spence, we just need to know. You know that.”

“It was-- it was just lunch. A very normal colleague to colleague lunch. We talked about the school’s history. And uh, where we grew up. It was small talk.”

“Ok, was this the last time you spoke to her?”

“No. There was one more time. Y/N was there.”

“Tell me about it Spence.” She grabbed my hand,

I breathed out, “It was the next week I taught after lunch. About two hours before my class. I was lesson planning, and Y/N was doing homework on my desk. She came in. She asked if I wanted to go get lunch. She saw y/n and--Fuck.”

“What Spence? What?”

“She asked me who she was, but it was like, she didn’t want y/n to know she was asking. She thought she was…”

“She thought she was what?”

“A student.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“The truth. That she was my girlfriend.”

“Did you see her anywhere else after that?”

“No. She never came by my office again. When I would see her by chance, she would scurry away. It was strange.”

“Think really hard Spence. Did you ever see her again after you stopped teaching at Georgetown.”

I racked my brain, “Yeah. I did. It was two months ago. Three days after I proposed to y/n. She was getting a coffee at this coffee shop by y/n’s school.. I was bringing her some lunch”

“Spencer she's been stalking you. Your proposal was the stressor.”

“But--I’m a profiler. I would’ve noticed.” I stood up with a realization. “What Spence?” JJ asked, standing up as well to look at me.

“She’s been stalking her, not me. She knew I was a part of the BAU, she knew I would’ve noticed.”

“I’ll tell the team.”

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A/N2: If this doesn’t totally flop, I’ll write PT 2, that elaborates on the reader’s and Spencer’s relationship. I think through flashbacks from both Y/N and Spencer would be a cool way to explore their relationship and of course the whole reader being kidnapped thing plot could develop. Again, if you enjoyed this pls let me know!!

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softluci · 3 years

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family friendly dialogue prompts ^_^

[ i just wanted to make a list of all the fun things that bounce around in my head, in the form of dialogue/action prompts/lines that i can (and probs will) draw from whenever. it can (and probably would) be mc saying these things, or it can be a man of your choice, but anyone can use these if they so choose, but if you do, just tag me so i can see what you’ve done with the chaos of my brain. or, if you wanna send me a number, i can write a small thing for you ^_^ ]

1. “if i have to—shut the fuck up—if i have to open this fridge again and find that we have no juice, i swear—”

2. “woke up today. never wanna hear jesus loves me ever again.”

3. “it is time for the immense power of violence.”

4. “no because if vivaldi ‘didn’t intend’ for me to shake my ass to his music then why do i feel such an inclination to do so?”

5. [holding a can of lysol and a lighter] “do you wanna see a magic trick?”

6. “and then i said, ‘because god don’t like ugly, and you’re not cute,’ and i got in so much trouble.”

7. “i can’t tell you what we do in there, it’s a total violation of the bro code.” [i was absolutely, 100% thinking of beel and his teammates.]

8. [“are you ticklish?”] “are you willing to die to find out?”

9. “i think if barbatos appeared even a little bit annoyed with me, i would just have to die.”

10. “i’m not saying i’m attracted to him or anything, i’m just saying, given the chance—”

11. “if you guys see me, like, shaking my ass to big time rush, just don’t say anything.” [“what?”] “i said if—you—see—”

12. “and i was like ‘you have to die,’ even though, at the time, i didn’t even know what death was, but i meant it—”

13. “one time i was babysitting this little girl, and we were making bracelets together. i see she’s making two, so i ask who the other one is for—she fucking goes, ‘oh, it’s for the man in my closet!’ my heart very swiftly falls out of my ass.”

14. “some of you bitches are very odd.”

15. “me, personally, i think i’m pretty neat, but lucifer seems to think i’m a public enemy.”

16. “stop that.” [“stop what?”]

17. “bye, squidward, bye, mr. krabs! byeeee, squidwaaaard.” [but it’s two obm men. it is barbatos and dia, in that order, don’t ask questions.]

18. “i am formally apologizing in advance for the person i am going to become if i ever see [man] with his hair pushed back.” [barbatos. this is about b—]

19. “did i commit arson? technically.” [“‘technically’?”]

20. “if i were to bite you, like, a little bit—”

21. “all everyone does is stare at me from afar and whisper, like, bitch, if you don’t give me a fucking kiss—”

22. “everyone is like, ‘are you okay?’ i eat breakfast at four in the afternoon, don’t ask silly questions.”

23. “one time, one of the boys walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek while lucifer was talking to me— i have never seen someone look so murderous and confused.” [again, was absolutely thinking of beel and his teammates.]

24. “i think my parents tried so hard to make me religious because they could tell from my eyes that i thoroughly believed god was dead.”

25. “and he was like, ‘you like me?’ and when i tell you i almost fell over.”

26. “you know, under normal circumstances, i am pretty laid back, but i was in the middle of my second nap for today, and you have just committed a felony.”

27. “in theory, it was my fault. in actuality, it was also my fault, but what we should be focusing on is why none of you made any efforts to hide that trap door.” [“it was hidden.”] “then how and why was it so easily found by my dead little eyes?”

28. “what was i supposed to do, let it go?” [“yes.”] “well, i’ll tell you what, i was never known for my virtue.”

29. “and then he ate my poptart, so i had no choice but to show him that actions have consequences.” [“what’d you do?”] “i threw a desk at him.”

30. “embarrassing mammon is my favorite pastime.” [“you know you’re not actually embarrassing him, right?”]

#yes i am a barbatos enjoyer how did u know #everyone should be a barbatos enjoyer (affectionate)#obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me dia #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me luficer #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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