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“Why do women like Sleep Token so much?” “Sleep Token gives women a safe space to let loose.” But like, what exactly do they do to create this safe space? Not much. It’s actually pretty simple. But I’m long winded. I hope you enjoy my thesis:
1. It starts with the music itself. Gender does not at all affect what kind of music someone is capable of liking, but it does affect how people perceive each other. Metal, its musicians and fans, is largely very hypermasculine. As anger is the primary emotion expressed in metal, and anger has long been associated with men, so it’s more socially acceptable for men to express anger than it is for women (gender identities outside of the binary are largely also not allowed to express anger like this openly). Metal thus becomes hypermasculine, and scares away women who have to fear violence from cishet men.
2. Metalheads, for several decades, have been ostracized for their music enjoyment, being called Satanic and degenerate. Leading more traditional metalheads to become very protective over their genre from any outsiders or “posers.”
3. Sleep Token is metal, they’ve got the screams, they’ve got the chunky riffs, the whole shebang, but they aren’t traditional. They mix in elements of R&B, pop, and hip-hop, which have more mainstream popularity. This sullying of the purity of metal turns away hyper masculine, toxic gatekeepers.
4. Women notice this lack of toxic gatekeepers among fans of the band. They know that this type of music turns them away, so they start to flock to it. And as the prophecy foretold, women go to the bathroom together, women go to Sleep Token rituals together.
5. Sleep Token partakes in the ancient and holy rite of stage gay. Whether any member of the band is queer or not is irrelevant, this turns away people who are homophobic, and invites more women, as kissing the homies is basically a giant neon sign that says “no toxic masculinity here.” Not only is the male fan base safer for the girlies, but the band itself.
6. The presence of women in any fan base is guaranteed to weed out any misogynists still lurking about. If women like something, people automatically assume the worst of it. This leaves the girls, the gays, and normal men who are so normal.
7. Now the ladies are smitten. Nice tits king, here, take some cat ears on the house.
Side note: lots of people assume that women like something for shallow reasons, liking thinking a fella is quite handsome. While this can happen, I think largely thirst does not create a fan, a fan creates the thirst. I think this is especially evident in the case of the Sleep Token girlies. They liked the music first, were assured that they were safe there second, and then came the 😳
Conclusion: whether it was intended or not, Sleep Token somehow created a space that repelled metal gatekeepers, homophobes, and misogynists. And as someone who has been into metal for a while, online and in person, this is insane, dare I say game-changing.
To the girls, gays, theys, and cishet men too, to all the Sleep Token fans out there, I wanna know your perspective on this. Please peer review this if you want to. Tell me your experience as a metalhead and as a Sleep Token worshipper! Can you relate to this? Do you maybe have a different experience? Did I miss anything? I’m really curious to hear about people’s experiences in regards to misogyny and homophobia in the metal community. As a queer woman who likes metal, it is of great interest to me.
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Hi! As a new Cillian fan, and a longtime fan of whump, I have a question...I see a lot of whumpy GIFs of Cillian injured and hurt, but I was wondering, are there any movie scenes where Cillian comforts or looks after somebody else who has been hurt? 🙈 I have seen Peaky Blinders and Oppenheimer, but I still have to work my way through the rest of his work 😳 I would appreciate any pointers. Thank you!
Hi, anon! First of all, welcome to the fandom ❤️ We're happy to have you here!
And that is a very good question... I know of a few scenes that might fit what you're looking for, but admittedly I still need to make my way through a large portion of his work as well, so this is by no means comprehensive haha. If anyone else has any to add, please feel free!
Slight spoilers for various films below the cut.
Off the top of my head, there's one EXTREMELY brief scene in Sunshine where he (kinda sorta?) comforts one of his fellow astronauts after a whole lot of scary space shit goes down and they both get hurt. Idk, she's not very comforted by him, but he... tries(?) This one is definitely a stretch.
A Quiet Place Part II has some scenes that might fit the bill a bit more. In various scenes, he picks up and carries several people who have been hurt or are in danger. (Honestly it is worth watching the movie for this aspect alone, imo, if you're like me and enjoy fantasizing about getting carried around by strong men) *ahem* In another scene, he reaches out to comfort a small child who appears to be in distress. He also has a very sweet, fatherly figure type of relationship with the main character in this movie, who has been through a lot of emotional pain. But I would say it's more of a "they help each other find comfort" kind of vibe than exclusively "him comforting someone else."
I feel like 28 Days Later might be the best for what you're looking for, out of the films I've seen. I can't tell you why without giving away basically the entire plot, but a few minor scenes throughout and one big one specifically near the end give me these vibes.
But honestly, I have to admit that I'm kind of struggling to come up with moments where he's comforting someone else but isn't also hurt himself haha. Apparently we just all love beating this poor guy up too much.
Hope this helps, anon, and sorry if none of these fit exactly what you were looking for! If not, hopefully someone else can chime in with something that does <3
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Answering All The Questions From "Ask Game For FTMs <3" Because I'm A Needy Filthy Slut
I'm an attention whore! I love letting internet strangers know intimate details about me, it gets my girly pussy so wet.
And while I appreciate every single ask I got so far - thank you to everyone who sent one (or two) - that didn't cover all of them so here we go.
Do you have large labia or small labia?
Uhhh not sure what to compare it to? My labia minora are bigger than my labia majora lol if that helps paint a picture?
How high is your cervix? Can you touch it?
Too high for me to touch🥺
How large is your clitoris?
I don't have anything to actually measure it rn so I have to guess.
When not aroused I'd say it's... less than one inch. God I feel pathetic even typing that out😖 In the metric system I'd say it's a bit more than one 1cm that feels like more of an accomplishment. But that's still less than one inch which is. Humbling.
Aroused it's a bit more than 2cm I think. Still less than 1 inch😖 It's embarrassing I thought any one would care about the difference. It's still so tiny and girly it's pathetic🥺
How wet is your vulva on average?
Very wet. Wetter when I'm edging and not cumming. Even wetter when I'm no touch.
How big are your breasts?
Like I said before. Small. Idk the cup size.
But I wish I could get implants to make them bigger🥺
Maybe too big to bind even so I can never hide what I really am. Give real men, lesbians and other ftm girls something to play and torture me with <3
How many kids do you think your husband will want?
My stupid little bimbo brain is a bit confused by this question. Who is this imaginary future husband? Surely I would need to get to know him first to know how many kids he would want?
But in my humble opinion, the ideal state for a confused fakeboy ftm girl to be in / the fastest way to fix us is to keep us permanently pregnant. The second we're done giving birth (or as soon as that's realistically safely possible if that's more your drift) fuck another one into us.
I want my tits to be heavy and swollen with milk, leaking at the most embarrassing of moments. My hips even wider now, undeniably feminine.
And of course, a big belly, proving I'm serving a real man in the most devoted way I can - my letting him fill me with his seed and carrying his children.
Bullet vibes or wands?
I have never tried either, but @aimymisgenderme kindly mansplained the differences to me.
I think I'd choose the bullet vibe because I can shove it inside me my needy pussy🥺
But I also think it could be fun if someone overstimulated me by holding a wand to my clit until I cry😳
Have you ever rimmed a man? What about another girl?
Sadly not. But I want to so badly!
Would you lick another girls vulva if she told you to?
Yes! I want to have lesbian sex so bad🥺
Do you like being spanked?
I love it! Especially having my pussy spanked it hurts so good and makes me kinda dysphoric🥴
What would you cook for a first date?
I really suck at cooking so I would probably go for something easy like pasta or pizza.
What do you look for in a real man?
Not sure what this question is aiming at?
In fantasy, any real man is superior to me and deserves to use my body for his pleasure. I don't deserve to have standards, and I'm a slut desperate for male attention anyways.
More realistically, I want a Dom who gives me guidance and rules and helps me become a better girly slut <3
Are you an undewire girl or a bralette girl?
I only own underwire bras but they tend to get a bit uncomfortable after a while, and most bralettes look more feminine in my opinion and more appropriate for my smaller tits. So as soon as I get a job I'll go shopping for those!
Have you realized you're just a confused girl yet? If so, when did you realize?
Well, getting called a (confused) girl is getting my pussy wet, and my pussy doesn't lie, so that must mean I'm a girl, right?
But sometimes I still get dysphoric delusional and get silly ideas in my head about being a boy.
But @aimymisgenderme is helping me work through that, setting me straight and fixing me! Sir is helping me become a good girl again and I'll be forever grateful for his hard work <3
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ahh, hello babes!! <3 i was wondering if i could possibly get a stranger things matchup? if not that’s totally fine!
i am pansexual, though i do have a preference towards men! my pronouns are ( she / her )! i am five foot four, and have an hour-glass figure, considering that i am a good medium size if i had to say so myself! i currently have short hair that’s shorter on the sides and longer on the top that is dark brown ( though i am currently trying to grow it out to a bob length so she’s a little overgrown 💀 ). i have pale ivory skin with bright blue eyes and faint freckles that dot my cheeks and shoulders. i also have dimples that show when i smile really hard! i tend to wear classic cat-eye black eyeliner, and am planning to get a nose ring piercing in a couple of weeks! yay! i do have lobe ear piercings, and am almost always decked out in multiple dainty rose-gold rings, my rose gold necklaces, and dangly earrings that have my zodiac symbol — ♈︎, as i am an aries! <3 my style leans towards casual alt with hints of witchy hippie vibes! including flowy thin fabrics, layering, crop tops, etcetera!
i am an aries with personality type isfj. i tend to be severely insecure about my appearance, and am generally quiet around new people ( being an introvert ), though able to crack some jokes. i am often dubbed the therapist friend and the mom friend, always being prepared for outings and such! my favorite thing in the world in laughter, so i spend a lot of my time talking with friends and trying to make people laugh, as well as pushing myself out of my comfort zone to try and talk casually with people i may not know as well. i love to bake, read, write, sketch / draw, and watching horror movies! <3 i am a horror movie enthusiast, currently on a journey to collect slasher series. i’m a huge sucker for music too, could not live without it! my favorite styles of music tend to be 80’s, alt rock, rock n roll, and rarely a few metal songs. my favorite dog breed is between corgi and golden retriever, and i am often compared to being like a corgi.. do with that what you will!
my idea date is watching movies from the comfort of a home, comfortably laying against each other and making our own commentary! i would say my “type” would either be, “scary strong who is secretly sweetheart” or “protective sweetheart” <3 please, i’m sorry but i just wanna dote and care for someone bigger than me </3 ( which is easy since i’m 5’4” ).
NOTE : i would often say that i don’t have a type!!! the ones i put above are simply the first things that came to mind — i generally tend to like a large variety of people, though it usually boils down to who they are personality wise <3
thank you so much, and i apologize if this was far too much information 😳
I match you with...
Eddie Munson!
I think he'd love to have a s/o shorter than him and would tease you so much. If you notice that things start appearing in higher places than before he doesn't know anything, hee swears.
He'll come with you when you tell him you'll be getting a piercing and he doesn't take no for an answer.
He always notice when you feel insecure and reassures you his way, he's always able to make you smile.
He notices that you always try to make other people laugh so he prides himself into being the one that makes you laugh.
He always wants to help you when you're baking but baking it's really not his thing so he's just there to annoy you.
He's also a fan of horror movies, way more casually than you are, and he will never say no to a horror movie with you. At the end he always tries to scare you.
He's always down to discuss whatever movie you watched together and he always says that if you were in a horror together he would be the one protecting you. It's not true though and you both know it.
I hope you liked it!
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Can I request some winter soldier that has to bodyguard a female reader and they somehow end up fucking against a wall in a dark alley or something like that ?? Pretty please 😳🙏🏻
SUMMARY// After a close call, your bodyguard has some tension he needs to release (these summaries just keep getting worse and worse dear God 🤣)
WARNINGS// smut, unprotected sex, alleyway sex, a very brief mention of violence, cursing
AU// bodyguard!ws x mafia!reader
NOTE// wouldn't mind doing more bodyguard!ws x mafia!reader in the future 🥴🥴
You were unsure of your new bodyguard at first. He went by Soldat- the strong, silent type with a bionic arm and icy stare that added to the intimidation as he stood by your side during meetings.
Few dared to double cross you with the new addition to your crew, and those who did were dealt with in a snap of your manicured fingers.
You had been almost certain he didn't sleep. Your eyes peaking open each time the door would barely creak open, his broad form blocking most of the light from slipping in before the door would shut again. Followed by his door across the hall shutting.
Even now, as he stood behind you at a meeting in the office of what was a hair salon during the day, he stayed silent. Eyes trained on the four men sat in front of your desk.
Seeing one of the men shift uncomfortably in his seat and tug the fabric of his slacks, Soldat followed the man's gaze. Leading straight to where a few of the top buttons of your blouse were open and making his blood run cold as he took a step forward.
It burned through him when he saw men looking at you in any way that wasn't professional. His clenching jaw hidden beneath the thick plastic that covered from the bridge of his nose, down.
"Could you have your guard dog stop staring at me?" The man snarked, getting a shrug of your shoulder in response as you sorted through a stack of papers. "If he's staring, it's for a reason. Obviously, you did something. And, he's not a dog." You droned, not looking from what you were doing. "It's making me uncomfortable."
Sighing, you leaned back in your chair and looked up at the glower that only showed through his eyes. 'What's wrong?' You asked in Russian, his steely eyes meeting yours before looking at where some of your cleavage was exposed.
"Eh, fair enough. Keep staring." You dismissed, cocking your head to the side as you looked back to the three men in front of you. "You can shove the treaty. This is my territory, and when you can keep your eyes to yourself, maybe I'll rethink my decision."
"Waste of time."
You rolled your eyes at the three men walking out of the office, turning to face the tall man that stood by your side. "I know you understand me, Soldat. You're from Brooklyn." You grinned, his eyes flicking down to look at you as you took a piece of paper from a drawer in your desk to show him. "James Barnes. Shipped off to a base in Russia to train as an assassin. Now, you're a bodyguard."
His eyebrows knitted together as he looked at the background check you had on him.
"I like you. Loyal, dangerous- the perfect bodyguard. Just wish you'd talk more, gets lonely sometimes." You sighed, propping your elbow on the arm of your chair to lean your chin against your palm.
His eyes softened for a moment, swiftly moving to look at the floor for a moment before back to the door- muttering in Russian: 'I'm always around.'
You laughed lightly and shook your head. "It's no fun if you don't have a conversation with me." You murmured, a gentle hand resting on your shoulder briefly before going back to his side. "You can sit down now, y'k-"
His head whipped around to look at the large windows, hand gripping the back of your neck and shoving you down before bullets started flying. A heavy foot kicking the desk on its side as the glass shattered.
Checking you over, he sighed in relief when he saw you were untouched. Holding you close to his chest as he pulled his handgun from its holster, listening intently for the footsteps that grew closer to your office door.
'Stay down.'
It was over in seconds, the three men from earlier didn't even have enough time to fire off the first round when they kicked the door open.
"I can't leave, I have to check the building." You argued when he tug you to your feet, bionic hand grasping your upper arm gently.
He ignored every objection, pulling you along with him through the hall and to the backdoor.
Something in him seemed to snap when you continued on about making sure no one else was in the building, his right hand flying up to grab your jaw.
You gasped lightly as warm fingers dug into your cheeks, the hard look in his eyes sending an excited shiver down your spine. "Shut up! You hear me?!" He barked out, making you look at him.
He felt his cock stir in his pants when a devilish smirk tugged your lips. "Or what?" You taunted, watching as he pulled the mask from his face.
His lips crashed to yours, not expecting you to kiss back with the same fire when your fingers twisted in his long hair. Expecting to be shoved away and fired for disrespecting you.
You pulled away slightly to look at his darken eyes, large hands shoving your skirt up to bunch at your waist as his fingers hooked in the front of your underwear. Waiting for a sign to stop before you pulled his lips back down to yours.
He groaned into the heated kiss, ripping the thin fabric off before lifting you to his waist. Your back slamming into the brick wall of your building in the darkest part of the alley.
His hands worked fast as yours tugged his hair, legs wrapped tightly around his thick waist as he fumbled to undo his pants and pull his erection out.
A mix between a whine and moan tore from your throat from the stretch as he bottomed out in your cunt, quickly silenced by another hungry kiss.
He knew it was unprofessional, the most unprofessional thing he'd done in his entire career. But, the way you held onto him and begged for him not to stop lit an insatiable desire in his veins.
One that could only be satisfied by the way your cunt clamped down on him as he pounded you against the jagged wall. His groans and pants barely reaching your ears as you lost yourself in the pleasure of being filled to the brim. His grip on the backs of your thighs tightening and the pressure in your lower belly building.
"Don't cum yet." He grunted out, your lower back knocking into the rough wall with the powerful thrusts. "Please-" you whimpered, his stubble scratching at the side of your neck when he latched his lips to the flesh. "Hold it off."
Tears prickled your eyes, trying to listen and hold off the overwhelming tightening in your abdomen as your fingers tugged his long hair. "I can't, please." You panted. "Yes, you can. Same time."
Your chest heaved with a soft whine, his teeth nipping at the dip of your shoulder as his pace faltered. A deep groan vibrating against your skin. "Feels s'good, James."
The way you said his name made his hips stutter, shocks of bliss coursing through him with each drive into your cunt. "Cum, darlin'. Whose cock is this?" He grunted, the filthy words taking you by surprise as he lifted his head to meet your dazed eyes. "Mine- fuck, it's mine-" you mewled, doing your best to rock your hips along with him. "Prove it."
You bit down on your tongue to stop the pleasured cry, your head tipping back against the wall as a wave of bliss crashed into you. "Good girl," James purred, grinding his hips into yours as thick ropes of his release coated your walls.
Allowing your bodies to calm for a moment, he waited until your eyes peaked open to sit you back onto wobbly legs. Tucking himself back into his pants before moving to pick his mask up from the ground. "It's Bucky, by the way."
Another devilish smile crept its way across your lips as you adjusted your skirt. "Do that again and I'll call you whatever you want."
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Can you do North African Nations, like Algeria, Morocco, Tunisia, and Libya?
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BONUS:
Over the last few months ive been gathering a lot of historical fashion resources, esp those of algerian women in the 19th and early 20th century, and I wanted to draw these gorgeous fashions! So thank u so so much to @recbeetch for letting me draw her beautiful fem algeria oc besides my male algeria oc!!!! (who i share along with miss morocco w @hammyletto!)
If you wanna read some more about the specific notes about the historical fashion notes about these two’s clothes (or just look at a version of this drawing without the lighting lol) click the keep reading!
Miss Algeria’s Outfit
Khit er rouh: translating to "Thread of the Soul", the khit er rouh is a type of diadem unique to traditional Algerian jewelry. It's composed of a gold chain formed of flower-like molds set with precious stones. It is typically worn on the forehead, and passed down from mother to daughter.
Mharmat el Ftoul: A silk scarf worn on the heads of Algerian women. The more fringes it had, the more expensive and elegant it was.
Ghlila: This form-fitting waistcoat was commonly worn among Algerian women in the 19th century. Heavily embroidered waistcoats were adopted by Algerian women and men due to Ottoman influence. The most elaborate embroidery was often found in Algeria's coastal cities. The ghlila would eventually emerge from this fashion influence, and featured a wide neckline secured just above the bust by large gold or silver buttons. They are typically made of velvet, satin, or damask. You would only ever see a woman's ghlila when she was at home with her household. Algerian women would typically cover up with a veil if they were to go outside.
Gnidra: translating to lacy chemisette, it was commonly worn in the 17th and 18th centuries. Women would add layers during cooler seasons.
Serouel Chelqa: Originating from what is now Iran, these poofy pants became widespread thanks to their convenience and practicality. They did not hinder the wearer during daily chores, and its tightness around the ankle protected against snakes, scorpions and other pets. The serouel chelqa is the female variant of the men's seroul testifa.
Mister Algeria’s Outfit
Burnous: A long hooded cloak of coarse woollen fabric, typically white in color, worn in the Maghreb. Though white burnous are often worn during special occasions, they may also be embroidered with various designs. In the winter, it protects the wearer from sun, wind, and sand. In the winter, it protects the wearer from the cold.
Djabadouli: A velvet or brocade jacket; this specific jacket is a little lighter on the gold embroidery than most would be lmao.
Seroul Testifa: Translating to "Sitting pants", these are pleated pants fastened with gold buttons. They served largely the same function as the women's seroul chelqa.
H'zam Dziri: A traditional belt made of cotton and silk and woven with golden yarn. It's used to fasten the serouel and can be used to hold various objects. It’s typically decorated with a striped, vividly colored pattern. (ah.... I forgot to color in the striped pattern on the part of belt that wraps around the body 👁👄👁 )
One day ill draw all of the maghreb...... one day.....
#hws morocco#hetalia ocs#hws algeria#historical fashion#hetalia#hws north africa#?#ask#historically inaccurate hair is historically inaccurate#other ppl’s ocs#anonymous#aph algeria#aph morocco
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Neeeeeemoooooooo! Eeeeeeeek ❤❤😳😳hehehe happppppy birthday once more! //Dances! Whooop whooop🤣⚘🌸🌻🔥☺ could i pretty with aaaaalll the sprinkles and candy on top request a match up hehe for both fandoms of that ain't toooo greedy!🌻🔥❤❤ but low key i am greedy🤣🤣🤣🤣 so no surprise ey!
-Tell me about your personality
Driven, Passionate, Restless, hard working (as in i will work myself to the poing of burn out! Whoops), Little clumsy , Ditzy, Forgetful, Goofy, Fun loving, All over the place , Idealistic, Incredibly competitive, Sharp tempered. Usually takes a while to warm up to new environments and people, however is quick to adapt! Can be incredibly blunt and aloof and may step on toes without realizing it. Beware for after a few drinks any form of filter falls away and this bluntness become more pronounced-
Likes?
Music, pizza, dancing and singing but when no one is around, reading, helping people, laughing and making jokes, bunnies! Dogs!, exploring new places, running, weight lifting (like this be life), cuddles, SWEETS, tea both drinking and spilling, watching conspiracies and true crimes, is never leaving the house a valid like lol?, the cold, the spring time! and drinking wine. Also love love love baking! and low key working ( i am a bit of a work o holic)
-What you’d like in a partner
Someone strong, dependable, hardworking and ambitious. A partner and best friend that will treat me as their equal. Naturally someone who loves dogs, working out and candy as much as i do hehehe🤣🥺❤🔥 honestly someone to cuddle with from dusk till dawn ❤🥺someone who would be able to pull me out of my comfort zone! And someone with whom i can have a lot of fun with! Ie roughhousing, joking around etc
Okay thats that about that lololol🤣🤣😳❤☺
Pffffffft im sure you are laughing at this bullshitting of mine🤣🤣🤣 hehehe love ya neeeeeemoooo! Sending all the catbus hugs☺❤😳🔥
Goood luck darling! I leave my fate in your hands 😳😳😳 my u chose my husbands wisely 😳😳😳😳
Greed is rarely rewarded, especially not here on this blog, dearest Zeta of mine. But I shall allow it and do two fandoms for you as well, but know that it was your idea that decided to trust me with your most precious information!
-- In lieu of my birthday I promised a few friends some exclusive matchups from my side. No promises that they will be any good, neither that I won't troll them (I totally do plan on trolling them) Now let's start this wild ride, because I'm ready to take on the world of matchmaking and shipping and proving to everyone why I should never make this my business.
NOTE: I’m NOT open for requests. This is only a special I allowed as a joke for friends to indulge in. I will be ignoring all and everyone who weren’t part of this special offer.
Ignoring the last part of the form, which is totally aiming for a certain type of suitor, this matchmaker troll also believes that the form is a tad outdated, or at least awkwardly untrue of what this matchmaker knows of the victim. So here I go, stroking my imaginary beard as I hum about the many men available that can deal with the sort of energy I'm met with now.
It is so incredibly hard for this matchmaker not to outright troll this victim who puts way too much faith in me and also dared to send this in unanonymously. Not that she would have been able to hide herself anyway, she isn't sneaky enough for that. But alas, I still haven’t addressed the question! Who do I ship Zeta with? Well... Read on below the ‘read more’, for you my dear get a special:
Blind Date!!!
Pizza? Ordered. Music? Set and playing. Books to talk and bond over? Especially recipe books, annotated and all. The matchmaker you went to may not have been known as a culinary genius, but they possessed at least enough wit to know how to leave some commentary behind that should get a conversation rolling, even if it was a note of: ‘use a large whisk.’
But who was it that had been invited to spend the day with you? You honestly had no clue as you looked down at the meagre note of descriptions that had been given. ‘Handsome by conventional standards, taller than you.’
What a very typical note that was from the matchmaker, whose words were as sparse as the notes suggested them to be. You let it slide, however, never one to let your mood down as you picked up the movie chosen for the night.
IT. You gulped, wondering if this was supposed to be a foreshadowing to the night. Much time to mull it over you didn’t get, the bell ringing in the next moment as you tried not to leap over to the door, not wanting to seem too excited.
“Hi!” you managed to yelp out, the pitch of your voice rising an octave before you took in the presence of the man in front of you, or rather... Two men.
One dark, one light, but both brooding and in need of sleep.
Had the matchmaker mistakenly arranged a sleepover instead? You thought back of the movie chosen for the night and wondered if you were meant to have nightmares instead, weak as you were against horror.
“Yo,” the first spoke, his figure hunched over as he scratched the back of his leg with his… toe? You realised that the man wasn’t wearing any shoes, nor that he looked battle-ready for a date at all. In fact, he didn’t look ready for anything but a good night’s sleep followed by a seasonal hibernation to get rid of those eyebags.
“Hmpf,” the second figure sounded, standing straight, but looking so severely unimpressed that you wondered if he even wanted to be here.
“Zeta, right?” the hunched man spoke, his hand going through his unkempt hair as he heaved a sigh, “Ryuzaki, can I come in? It is kinda chilly outside,” he was quick to introduce himself, and you would have considered him rude if it wasn’t for the soft smile he flashed at you. Half child-like, mostly awkward, as if only remembered in hindsight.
“Yeah, welcome! Come in!” you beam and the second man heaves another sigh, his fingers pushing up his glasses from the middle before he follows after Ryuzaki without a word. That would be if the man in front hadn’t stopped, suddenly seeming to remember something as he turned around.
“I didn’t catch your name,” came the mumbled request and you had to gulp at the way the other heaved yet another sigh, his expression growing more unimpressed by the minute.
“Faust. I was threatened,” he supplies finally, but neither you nor Ryuzaki seem to believe that he really had been threatened, or felt threatened at all. Whatever the matchmaker had done to convince the man had been effective, however, and Faust was allowed entry into the apartment as well meant for the date tonight.
Perhaps the matchmaker had made a slight mistake in matching Zeta. Maybe it was meant to be as awkward as it ended up to be. Ryuzaki mostly ate the sweets, finding a challenge in Zeta to fight for his share, Faust continued to brood as he watched the sugar disappear in slight disgust.
“Shall we bake a cake?” The proposal was met with a heavy grunt as Faust glared at the duo from where the proposal had come.
“I’m not beating eggs,” he shortly answered, but that was as much of a ‘yes’ you would get. You were just glad that the movie went ignored and unwatched.
To this Faust actually perks up, his eyes for once a little brighter than the dead light they had been carrying earlier.
“Will there be chicken heads?” he asks and you throw him a curious look, not wanting to question the fascination too much as you look down at the chickens you had prepared for tonight.
“You can help if you want?” you try, already glad that the man finally shows some enthusiasm. “That way I can keep my hands clean and...”
With that being said you turn around, pouncing towards the snacking Ryuzaki who had deftly shovelled an entire bowl of caramels into his mouth.
“No, you said you would wait!” you shriek, followed by a smart quip.
#ikevamp#ikevam#ikemen vampire#death note#matchmaking#crack#ikevam faust#ikevamp faust#ikemen vampire faust#death note l#death note ryuzaki
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😳👉🏾👈🏾 hewwo. Is angst ok with you? ;0; if yes may i ask for sylvain losing his s/o because of child birth aakddjd (im super sorry if ur not comfy with this!! I understand if you will not do it😭)
{I have no problem with writing angsty stuff. A few request so far have been some. Also this isn’t that long, but it is very sensitive and dark so I’m going to put it under cut.}
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Summary: What was meant to be a joyous day had become the opposite.
Looking at the time again. It’s been five hours and thirty minutes since Sylvain last saw you. It felt like hours upon hours since you went into the delivery room. Which makes it difficult to describe the type of anxiety that he is feeling.
Anxious for you. Anxious for the baby. Anxious over everything. Relax, don’t stress over anything. He thinks to himself, controlling his breathing to lessen the tension in his muscles. When Sylvain was calm again, he started thinking of the baby to put himself at ease.
Will they have my hair? Your eyes? Who will they take after? All of these questions swirled around inside his brain like a storm ready to brew. Sylvain hopes that they’ll look like you with the stunning features, heart-stealing smile, and eyes of stars.
Sylvain thought of how small they’ll feel in his arms. How gently he’ll hold them. How much both of you will love them. The more that he thought of them, thought of you two as parents, the more Sylvain grew excited yet anxious to become a father.
Sylvain nearly shot out of his chair after seeing one of the doctors who was about to call out to him. “Is it over? How are both of them? Can I go see them?” One after the other, Sylvain overwhelmed the doctor with questions as each made the doctor more uncomfortable by the second.
With a deep sigh, the doctor removed his mask and had an unreadable expression. As if prepared for something that Sylvain can’t quite place yet. “Sir, I’m sorry.” The doctor, expression still unreadable, looked away from the redhead.
“Move.” Sylvain hissed, eyes dark and sharp with daggers directed at the doctor. Sylvain wasn’t an idiot, of course, he knew what the apology meant, what the silence meant. He knows it. He’s seen it. He saw it on Felix’s face when they told the dark-haired man of his brother’s passing.
“Are you sure? We haven’t cleaned, um, The mess.” As if possible, Sylvain’s eyes grew darker with murderous intent. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” “Mhm, of course, you didn’t. May I go see my wife and child now?” Sylvain was starting to hate this doctor.
The doctor nodded, obviously in discomfort, “This way.” the doctor spoke, waiting impatiently for Sylvain and, without missing a beat, he followed the doctor. The delivery room that you were in hadn’t been that far from the waiting room. “I’ll leave you to your grief. But we’ll have to take both of them soon.” The doctor said as both of the men stood in front of a random door with random numbers.
Once Sylvain went into the room, it was as if he stepped into another world. The smell of metallic Iron and the typical smell of hospitals had assaulted his sense of smell. Blood. That’s what the metallic smell is, and it is strong. Overpowering almost. Dread set in, bringing him into reality.
A large part of him was in denial. But the smell of blood and the sight of you was like a cold splash of icy water. You, still on the bed, were covered by a white sheet that was covered in strains of blood. The blood is still fresh. Sylvain noticed, feeling sick at the realization of it. He is so numb that it’s hard to cry even if he wanted to.
However, when he turned his gaze and saw the crib. Sylvain’s heart dropped to his stomach, feeling even more sick. Taking a second glance at you, seeing one of your hands had fallen out. Sylvain wanted to cry, knowing how he’ll never get to hold your hands anymore. He returned his gaze to the crib, ignoring the pain that was stabbing at his heart. He needed to see his baby.
Sylvain felt lightheaded at the sight of a small baby wrapped comfortably in one of the many clothes you had picked for them. They have my hair. He thought, finally starting to feel the tears forming, how he is ready to break at any second.
He wonders if they had your eyes. Sylvain closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to even think about that. He couldn’t handle that idea going through his mind. “I’m sorry, little one,” Sylvain whispered, reaching out to brush one finger across the baby’s cheek. He noticed how tiny they are next to his hand, how cold and colorless they are.
Sylvain pulled away while placing both of his hands onto the crib, sinking onto his knees as the sounds of sobbing were only heard. As the sobs destroyed any silence in the room, he thought of you. How much you were smiling when you found out. How both of you struggled to pick a name.
“I’m so sorry.” He said breathless, unable to breathe properly from the crying. His head pounded, his heart was torn apart, and his eyes burned from the tears. Sylvain has never felt so truly alone until this moment.
#sylvain x reader#sylvain x f!reader#fe3h reader#fe3h female reader#fe3h#fe3h imagines#fire emblem three houses#fire emblem three houses imagines#blue lions
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