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star-girl69 · 3 months

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Because Of You

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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synopsis: years after your rite of passage, the boy who’s heart you broke just won’t leave you alone. clarisse, your girlfriend, quickly decides she’s not a fan.

a/n: should i stop procrastinating and then forcing myself to write shitty fics quickly? probably. but not today!! this is kinda just like an au of dont delete the kisses but… you guessed it… IDC!!!!!!!! from this ask

thank you all so much for patiently waiting i love y’all soooooo muuccchhhhhh 🫶🫶💋 as i mentioned on my acc i have the next week off from school, pls expect more content then!!

Because Of You - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, this sucks so bad y’all sorry lolllll, y/n is a year round camper!, starts out very background heavy but i really don’t care 😭, creepy men UGH, ugly bitches not being able to let shit go, im gonna say sexual harassment just incase, swearing, usual demigod stuff y’all know what you’re getting into, jealous!clarisse YESSS, possessive!clarisse ik i screamed!!, protective!clarisse too, slightly graphic makeout scene, i think that’s all, tell me if i missed anything!!

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When you were young, you were thrilled by the thought of love.

The idea of belonging not only with someone- bodies fitting together like puzzles pieces- but belonging to someone- wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

Later, your half-siblings would describe mostly similar experiences to yours- an overwhelming desire to be loved, wanted, needed. Ever since you ran into camp with a monster hot on your heels and satyr shouting encouragement next to you- everyone’s stared at you. They poke and prod, they act like they’ve never seen a daughter of Aphrodite before.

It’s annoying, but it makes you feel good- but not quite.

Until Alek came along.

You were both 13, you still believed in soulmates, and you wanted nothing more than to be with each other for the rest of your lives.

You were 13, and he felt like the only one for you.

And when you had to break up with him to fulfill your rite of passage- it felt like the world was ending. You cried for days and begged your sister Phoebe to say it wasn’t a true, it was just a mean, mean prank.

But she couldn’t tell you that, and there were more types of love that romantic.

While you longed to hold someone, to be held- you also craved your mother’s approval like you were starving. You wanted her love, you wanted her to visit you in your dreams, you wanted gifts from her, you wanted everything and anything she could give you.

So, it hurt like you had never known hurt before, but you did it. Alek seemed entirely indifferent to it, almost ignoring you and pretending you hadn’t said it- but you felt a warmness around you, a dove flew between trees, you knew your mother was there and she approved.

Breaking up with Alek felt like the sun had exploded on top of you.

Being with Clarisse felt like the sun was wrapped around you.

—-

After Alek’s initial denial, he went through all the other stages of grief, mourned your relationship like you did, and you came out on the other side with a one-sided agreement to forget it ever happened.

Alek got stuck. Or went back. He started to believe that you were still meant to be, that much you could tell.

Until that day at the training fields when your hand slipped at archery and you almost shot Clarisse in the head- and she had glared at you so harshly while you ran over and examined her head, gushing out apologies and fretting over her.

She pushed you away, hand lingering for a second, eyes softening before she quickly looked away.

“Just… be more careful,” she had said, almost like a question, like she wasn’t sure the words were coming out of her mouth.

And, Gods, were you terrified it was all some secret plan. Make you think it was alright only to corner you in the woods and probably kill you, or something.

And when she asked the next day to teach you how to shoot a bow, you agreed with tears in your eyes, knowing of her reputation, and it took a lot of trust and a lot of swapped secrets for her to prove to you it wasn’t all some elaborate plan.

But even if her plan was to kill you the entire time, you fell in love over her fixing your stance, hands brushing as you accidentally grabbed the same arrow, stolen looks across the pavilion.

It wasn’t until a random kid bumped into you, making you fall and twist your ankle. Clarisse had this look in her eyes that was so genuine, so full of love and care for you, softly caressing your leg after she had punched the other kid in the face.

And you realize as she said you were doing great, limping while she helped you to the infirmary, that this was something.

And as much as you hated the violence being committed over you, it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and the warmth in your chest was all you had ever wanted. This was what it was like to belong with someone, to someone, with her, to her.

This was what it was like to be admired. Loved. Wanted. Needed.

And when she softly told you goodbye, you had kissed the corner of her lips and thanked her- turning to walk into your cabin, ankle already feeling better thanks to the ambrosia.

She grabbed you by the wrist and turned you around, pulling you against her tightly and kissing you so harshly like she had just found the secret to the world in her lips on yours, her hands on your hips.

And when she finally pulled away, embarrassing strings of spit connecting your lips, she said she was sorry. Probably the first time she had ever said that to someone, and you smiled.

“Sorry. It’s just… once your lips were on mine, I don’t think I can ever stop. I don’t wanna stop.”

And she kissed you again and it was all you ever wanted out of this life- to love and be loved, to hold and to be held, and it was all because of her.

—-

The welcome back campfire is your favorite time of year.

It’s when the camp comes alive, when the Gods themselves seem to return to this place- even Mr. D is a bit more lively with all the pure infectious energy running through the first few days of camp. Everyone’s getting settled, classes haven’t started quite yet, and the year round campers get a much needed break.

As much as you and Clarisse wanted to keep things private, when she punches someone in the middle of the pavilion for accidentally bumping into you, it’s not hard to figure out Clarisse cares for you more than she does anyone else.

And after one of your younger siblings, Cara, a 12-year-old notorious for staying up late, saw you and Clarisse kissing that first night- it spread like wildfire.

But it was the winter, so it still felt secret, until summer rolled around and Clarisse kept getting more and more annoyed by every camper who entered the gates. She would grab at you in the middle of meals, drag you into her bed, even kiss you in public- do all these things that seemed so out of character for her, but she was a different person when she was with you.

Everyone had been looking at you oddly all night, shocked, confused, even Clarisse has cracked a genuine smile at someone who dropped their drink- squeezing your hand.

Maybe they had all heard the rumors. Maybe they didn’t believe them.

But it’s all cleared up when Clarisse leads you to the best seat, the log not too far from the fire but not too close, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your temple.

Your cheeks heat up, only because Clarisse is never this touchy in public, and never around this many people before.

All of the eyes on you feel weird- they feel so judging.

And you’re not used to that, however vain it may be.

“Everyone’s staring at us,” you mumble, shuffling closer to Clarisse so your legs are pressed together.

She leans her head against your shoulder. “‘S okay. Don’t worry about ‘em, baby.”

You huff. “Did no one ever teach them it’s rude to stare, though? Like… c’mon.”

She sighs dramatically, lifting her head from your shoulder.

“Stop fuckin’ staring,” she says. Not quiet shouting, but her voice is loud and forceful. Her voice carries weight.

And eventually, at the risk of Clarisse’s wrath, all the wandering eyes stop.

A few of Clarisse’s siblings laugh from around you, commenting that the stares were getting a bit ridiculous, everyone just grateful that you all might get a little reprieve from the overwhelming stares and whispers.

But, you still feel uneasy. Clarisse kisses your shoulder.

And while you look around at the faces very pointedly not staring at you, there’s one person who still is. You roll your eyes, open your mouth to comment on it- but your mouth quickly snaps close at the sight of Alek.

—-

You don’t mention it to Clarisse. Maybe because breaking his heart haunts you, maybe what could have been haunts you.

You try not to think of Alek or that night, you try not to think of the entire age of 13. You always knew that Alek never quite let you go. He still sort of believed that the two of you would come back together- subscribing to some abstract belief soulmates.

You don’t think about Alek. Everything you do is because of her, because of Clarisse.

Sometimes, knowing you have secret admirers makes you feel all happy, but now that Clarisse sneaks you into her cabin every night- it makes you feel weird. You really don’t want anyone except for Clarisse, the idea of even being near someone else kinda disgusts you.

But, you choose to believe that maybe he was just shocked, and he’ll get over it in a few days.

You spend your days in the summer sun with Clarisse, holding her hand on walks through the strawberry fields, still using your archery lessons to spend time together, staring at each other from across the pavilion at meals, dreaming about a future together when it gets dark and you’re forced to whisper softly.

Alek is just always lurking. Is it coincidence? Is he stalking you? Every time you’re with Clarisse, trying to enjoy a nice date, he’s there- staring at you like a lovesick puppy.

And if it wasn’t because of her, you would probably be flattered. But you have Clarisse, you’ve moved on, you’re in love and happy.

It’s the late afternoon, you’re trying to enjoy a long moment with her, breathe in the sweet smell and just feel how happy you are, know it’s because of her.

The fields are still crowded with kids who pushed off their chores until the end of the day, so you and Clarisse stay on the outskirts. Not too far into the woods that’s filled with satyrs and nymphs who have grown very hostile towards any two campers who make their way into the woods. But not too close.

You don’t even register that other people are there. You’re going on about your annoying half-brother, she’s pretending to listen intently- but it’s just enough to be here with her, and at least she’s listening to the sound of your voice. At least that brings her some comfort, and that makes you feel good.

“And then, he said-” you trail off, feeling like something’s crawling all over you, practically being able to feel the anger in the air.

“Hm, what?” Clarisse asks, snapping out of her reverie at your silence.

Alek is glaring at you, of course. It just feels so juvenile. You had received letters from him for years- ones that he didn’t sign- but you knew. He said that the two of you had so much more to give together, that a second chance was all he needed to make you forget about the rite of passage, about pleasing your mother.

Clarisse squeezes your hand, leaning closer to you.

You used to like the feeling of getting those letters, of knowing you were loved and wanted. But now, with Clarisse, because of her- it feels wrong.

She follows your eye line and Alek quickly looks away, back down at the strawberries he’s supposed to be picking.

Clarisse’s hand tightens around yours.

“Who the hell is that?” she huffs.

You suck in a breath. “Alek.”

“Al-huh?”

You smile, despite how uneasy you feel.

“Alek, Clarisse. From my rite of passage?”

“Oh,” she nods, nose scrunching ever so slightly. “The one who left you those creepy letters? Has he left anymore?”

“No, no,” you say, risking one more glance at his back- just to assure yourself. Maybe you’re just making it all up. “Not since last summer. I mean, he was staring at us the night of the bonfire too, he’s always around on all our dates- it’s just creepy, at this point.”

“Sounds like the fucker has a death wish,” she drawls. “I’d be happy to help him with it.”

You bump her shoulder with yours. “Yeah, yeah Miss Violence.”

She smiles back, but she searches her eyes and you can tell she doesn’t like what she sees.

“Hey, c’mon. I’ll kill him if he pulls some shit again.”

“Clarisse.”

“Beat him up?”

“Clarisse.”

“Physically threaten him?”

“Clar-”

She smacks her hand over your mouth. “Shhh,” she smiles. “Don’t stress. I’ll take care of it.”

“Clarisse!” you shout, laughing, but her hand is still pressed tight over your moth.

“Oh, sorry, baby, I can’t hear you!”

“Bitch,” you hiss, and she frowns.

“Mean.”

—-

Clarisse, unfortunately, is true to her word.

Alek finally leaves you a note. It’s simple, unsigned, but obviously him. You recognize his chicken scratch scrawl.

All it says is:

I miss you, we could be something

She writes him a note back, a long one- first talking about all of her accomplishments as a daughter of Ares, then detailing all the ways she’ll make him regret thinking about you.

She tells you now, whispers in her bed, she laughs and your mouth hangs open.

“Clarisse!” you gasp, scolding her with a soft hit to her shoulder.

She rolls her eyes and moves closer to you.

“What else was I supposed to do? Ignore it? You don’t know me if you think I could just ignore some random dude flirting with my girlfriend. He’s a fuckin’ weirdo, and hopefully that note will teach him somethin’.”

“I mean. I doubt it will,” you mumble after a moment.

She smiles, your heart squeezes- because her smile is so beautiful- and because Clarisse never smiles like this. It’s bloodthirsty. It’s almost inhuman. It’s Godly.

“Then I’ll have to teach him in… other terms.”

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Dinner this evening is slow and relaxed. It’s Friday, so you’ve all made it to the end of the first official week of camp. Chiron let’s the rules fade away tonight, cabin tables have been abandoned and everyone sits where they want.

A few Hermes kids volunteered to start a fire, Mr D is busy trying to get the new kids to sneak him some alcohol- but he’s hard pressed to find ones who haven’t already been warned not to.

The energy in the air is infectious. The promise of a late wake up tomorrow, a fun night, the feeling of the moon and the fire, warmth on your skin- it’s a recipe for lowered inhibitions, for everything to come a little easier.

Clarisse sits next to you a table in the pavilion. You’re surrounded by Silena and Beckendorf, a few Hermes kids, a few Ares kids- a big mosh of random campers squeezed together at this one table- but it works, for whatever reason.

There’s nothing like laughing at someone’s shitty joke and feeling Clarisse laugh with you, pressed close to her so you can feel her chest rumble, feel her arm squeeze around you.

“He did what?!” Silena screeches, looking at you with wide eyes.

You laugh at her shock, at the audacity of Alek.

She sneaks a quick glance at Clarisse, who seems entirely engrossed in her siblings’ arm wresting tournament at the next table over.

“Yeah,” you sigh, feeling sort of complacent with it now. It’s not like anything will change. You’re here because of her, because of Clarisse. Everything you do is because of her.

Breathing, eating, sleeping. Basic human functions and the need to survive has only strengthened with the motivation of staying alive for her.

“Anyways,” you smile. “Clarisse left him back this big, long note. All about how she’s the strongest girl at camp,” you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too big to be anything but joking. Besides, everyone knows she’s probably right. “And then threatened him a whole bunch. So, hopefully, he’ll just get his head out of his ass and then everything will be good again.”

You breathe out at the end of your small rant, and Silena smiles sympathetically.

“Hopefully,” she echoes.

But, because of Clarisse, because of her arms around you, you don’t feel anything but peace.

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Of course, life is not straightforward for demigods.

At the end of the day, you’re doomed to fall in your parents footsteps- except there is no immortality for you to fall back on. You’re vain and you’re proud, just like your parents, and you step too far, jump too high, and you’re as left dust on the floor.

Even though the same path had been left out for you to repeat, doomed footsteps to follow in, you step where they stepped and expect a different end.

The night is pitch black, besides for the brilliant stars and the bright, bright moon. It makes everything feel so private and secret. It makes Clarisse relax, makes her hold you closer but looser.

It feels good to feel her arm loose around you. She’s not afraid of you disappearing, because she knows of someone dragged you away you would rise up from the waves and straight back into her, into her arms.

The Apollo kids are playing music, voices hum along, the night is on fire with the crackles and the rising smoke, on fire with the peace, the content.

It feels like nothing can hurt you here.

But you’re a demigod, and life is not that easy.

The seat next to you is abandoned, and you barely even take notice as it’s quickly filled again- but you take notice of the eyes on you, of the body leaning forward to speak softly to you.

The fact that he’s here, the fact that he blatantly didn’t listen- you suppose you could have felt some sympathy for before, craving a life that wasn’t his anymore. Living off of memories made him too hungry.

Your mouth presses into a thin line as you recognize the voice in your ear.

“Y/N, I jus’ wanna talk.”

The rest of the table has fallen silent, and you realize everyone had almost immediately taken notice of his entrance- and you could tell by the way Clarisse’s body was tense against yours- he would regret ever coming over here.

“Clarisse,” you mumble, shifting closer to her.

She hooks her head over her shoulder, shifting completely so she’s straddling the bench, pressed up against your back.

Her tone is genuinely confused.

“Are you, like, okay in the head?”

The table, previously silent with fear, now bubbles with forced laughter.

“It’s not of your business,” Alek says, staring directly into your eyes. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, just completely shocked, too scared to move like it will all become real.

Clarisse puts her hand on your forehead and floats it down across your face, and your eyes voluntarily flutter shut.

“You’re not even worthy of being looked at by her,” and you can hear the smile on her voice. She confidence seeping from her pores- you can feel it all with the way she’s protectively wrapped around you.

“Y/N,” he says again, ignoring her through gritted teeth. “I just want to talk.”

“If you say one more fuckin’ word to my girlfriend I’m gonna kill you.”

There’s no smile on her voice, no edge of a joke. Not even angry. She’s deathly calm. She’s focused, like a 20 pound weight sinking to the bottom of the sea. She cuts through whatever she has to and everything else knows to avoid her.

You don’t know why the hell Alek just can’t let the 13 year old version of you go, why he’s looking something where there’s nothing, and you’re just so done with all of this.

You open your eyes, sitting up, letting Clarisse’s arms fall around you in confusion.

“Alek,” you start, softly. “We dated for a month when we were 13. That’s all it was, that’s all it’s ever gonna be. It’s over, okay?”

“Exactly,” he breathes. “A month when we were 13- and we were that good together? We could do so much more now, I wanna show you.”

“Okay, I’m done,” you mumble, standing up.

And without you in between, Alek finally gets a good look at the daughter of war. She’s pure, streamlined muscle. Every inch of her body has been meticulously trained to kill monsters- Alek knows that killing him would be easy.

Clarisse cracks her knuckles and you almost laugh at how cinematic it is.

—-

You hum as you run the alcohol pad over her split knuckles. Clarisse likes to leave the scars like this, the small ones, let them heal on her own. Even though she winces at the feeling, you know she’ll be walking around, proudly showing off her scabs until they finally fade away. She’ll cross her fingers and hope they scar, probably.

Clarisse watches you with admiration, admiring your movements, your voice, even though you’re really not doing anything special. But, to her, everything you do is special.

“Did you see how bad his face was?” she asks, trying to remain calm, but eagerness slips into her voice.

“I did,” you laugh. “It was real bad, baby. Good job.”

She huffs, as if it’s common knowledge.

“I always do a good job, just matters what level of good I’m on. I think this was one of my best works though, huh?”

She admires her split knuckles and you roll your eyes, finally starting to put some bandaids on the clean wounds.

“You’re crazy,” you mutter.

She shrugs. “You’re the one who let me. You’re the one who loves me.”

“Yeah,” you mumble after a moment, not really wanting to lie to her, tease her right now. She smiles soft and sweet, placing her fingertips against your jawline and leaning forward.

“Did you like watching me?” she breathes, her low voice hitting you right in the stomach, breath against your lips.

You circle her biceps with your hands and run them up and down the tense muscle.

“You know I did.”

“Three months no dessert,” she smiles.

“Three months of sharing with you,” you laugh. She smiles wider before finally, mercifully, putting her lips on yours.

Everything you do is because of Clarisse. It feels so good to be close to her like this- practically in her lap- fo feel how strong she is, to know what she did for you today.

It feels so good to know she loves you.

When you pull away, trying to chase her, she dodges you and kisses your jawline, your neck, and you throw your head back and release the most unladylike sounds as she leaves hickies on your neck, seemingly determined to make them as dark as possible, as easy to see. And a lot of them.

“Jealous?” you say, biting your lip to keep in a moan.

“Just want everyone to know you’re my girl. Want everyone to know who makes you feel good, feel loved, huh?”

You stomach twists and your mind goes blank.

“Huh?” she repeats, sticking her face in your neck to breathe in and out, catching her breath. “Why you feelin’ like this, baby?”

“Because of you,” you breathe. “Because of you, Clarisse.”

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y/n walking around the next day looking like she got attacked by a vampire

silena trying to be happy for y’all but also concerned for your health

clarisse just being proud as hell

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this was small so idk if y’all picked it up but clarisse was jealous before alek even came along- jealous that there were more campers coming! like? she just doesn’t like unworthy losers looking at her girl 🙄

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possessive!clarisse i love you so much baby

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salty-croissants · 5 months

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Hello, I have a request

Since in the show that Rayman went to college before Eden and all that.

how about the reader and Rayman were good old "college buddies".

Thank you for the request !

I’ve actually been thinking a lot about making a story something with a similar premise , so this was definitely fun to write :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

friends to lovers ;

no warnings needed

So , as we know Rayman didn’t have it easy before Eden came along and made him a star :

pretty much nobody respected him , with people always mocking him and his appearance … sometimes even choosing to be more cruel by hurting him physically .

All this considered , I think Rayman struggled quite a lot to understand that you were showing him genuine kindness and didn’t consider him a monster like everyone else …

< Can you walk ? Here , let me help you … I’m sure they have something to patch you up in the nursery . >

< Hhh … why … why are you doing this …

Did someone dare you to be nice to me ? Is this a prank … ?

… it’s gotta be , right … ? >

< I understand why you’d think that , Rayman , it’s only natural after all you’ve been through … but I promise you , I’m not trying to take advantage of you in any way .

Now take it easy , just lean on me , it shouldn’t be very far … >

< … thank you . >

After he realized that you were someone who could be trusted , Rayman was simply overjoyed to finally have someone treating him like an actual person , and he quickly grew very , very attached to you :

he would sit beside you when you had classes together , telling you all about his dream of having his very own tv show one day and overall just feeling way more relaxed in your presence …

Tough I can definitely see him being absolutely terrified of boring you and making you leave him .

< Wait … oh god , I’ve been talking for so long haven’t I ?

Damn it - I’m so sorry y/n , we can change the subject if you - >

< No no , it’s fine Ray , don’t worry about it !

I like listening to you , and I really admire how passionate you are about making your show ! >

< You … heh , you mean it ? >

< Mhm , of course ! >

Since Rayman wasn’t exactly … popular among the other college students , you had a pretty hard time defending him from the constant bullying he was subjected to … sometimes even ending up hurt yourself .

While part of him felt happy to see that you were willing to stick with him despite everything , he absolutely hated the fact that you had become a target for mockery because of it … it was something he felt immense guilt about .

< y/n ! Are you okay ??

Your eye - >

< Oh , that ? It’s nothing … just wanted to teach a lesson to that guy that keeps calling you “alien scum” … I’m gonna be just fine Ray , trust me . >

< … listen , I really appreciate everything you do for me , but I can’t stand seeing you get hurt like this .

Maybe … maybe if we … >

< No . I know what you’re about to say . I don’t wanna stop spending time with you because of a bunch of … frankly , assholes .

I’m just … happy to be with you , and no one’s opinion will change that . >

< y/n , I …

Heh , thank you , thank you so much …

We should probably put some ice on your eye though , it doesn’t look too good . >

< Yeah , that sounds like a plan … >

It’s wasn’t long before Rayman started to realize that the feelings he had for you had become something different , and despite being incredibly anxious and worried he decided to try and bring that topic up one night :

you were both in his dorm , studying together like you usually did , but you noticed that he didn’t seem to be very focused on the papers … but on you .

< Hey Ray ? Is there something you’d like to tell me ? >

< Oh - uh … yeah , actually .

I’m just trying to find the right words to say it , since it’s … pretty big . >

You put down your pen , looking at your long time friend with curiosity .

< Well , as long as you’re comfortable with it , you can tell me anything .

I’m be more than happy to listen . >

Rayman smiled at you in response , grateful for your patience and your kindness …

Then he took a deep breath , and finally begun talking .

< Okay … okay .

You see , before I met you I was really starting to lose hope for … everything , really .

All alone , constantly judged by everyone for being different … but you already know all that , so I’ll cut it short . >

His eyes met yours , and the way his gaze softened when he looked wt you made you feel warm inside …

After all , Rayman wasn’t the only one who had developed feelings over time .

< Then you came along …

y/n , you gave me a reason to keep pursuing my goals , and … I know this might sound very dramatic , but you also gave me a reason to … well , live .

Words wouldn’t be enough to describe just what a wonderful person you are , and having you by my side is something that I’m always going to be thankful for . >

He then looked away for a moment , bracing himself for the most important part of his little speech …

< … but it’s more than that .

y/n , I know this is very sudden and I understand if it’s too much to handle … I really should’ve planned this all better , but …

*inhale* … I love you . >

There was a moment of silence following that sentence , and right when Rayman was starting to worry about just how uncomfortable he had made you , his widened the moment you leaned closer to place a gentle kiss on his cheek .

< I love you too , Ray . >

< Wait - you … really ? >

He couldn’t believe it … you actually loved him back ?

A joy he had never felt before overwhelmed him , and when he wrapped his arms around you to hold you in a tight embrace Rayman truly felt home … despite being so very far away from his own home .

< Oh y/n … I’m so happy , I’m so happy you feel the same …

I know there isn’t much I can do , but I promise you I’ll be there for you the same way you’ve always been there for me . >

His words were so loving and sincere , and when your lips finally met in a tender cascade of kisses you felt like both of your lives were going to be different from that moment forward …

As long as you and Rayman stayed together , there was nothing that you wouldn’t be able to face , even if the whole world was against you .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #gender neutral reader

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thedeal-if · 10 months

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The angst ask answer for Aliyah has me wondering 👀 how would the ROs react to & comfort a dying or severely injured mc? Sorry if this is spoilery or anything!!!

Loving ur writing so far u are so epic <3 /gen

Thank you anon😭💕

The angst ask!

Nearly all death scenes (no one is safe here) are already outlined and rely very heavily on the moment and the plot! I don't think this is spoilery at all without context so yay!

I chose the severely injured angst bc I got a very specific death scenario ask too and I didn't want to answer the same thing for the two of you/blend my answers into one ask ^^

Crushing stage btw

Dante doesn't think it's physically possible for him to keep his distance from you—as if simply holding your hand would give you enough leverage to slip away from him, as you lay bleeding out. No, Dante needs to hold you. He needs to be the one whose hands press against your bleeding stomach, the one whose chest attempts to chase your heartbeat from behind.

And there it is, Dante barely remembers that he too needs to breathe. He speaks, speaks, speaks, and then he realizes he's not speaking in English. Dante switches languages clumsily as the words weigh on his tongue:

“I know it hurts. I know, I know,” you wince in pain, Dante presses his lips together, his palms grow warmer and warmer against your wound “I’m gonna get you somewhere safe, okay? Hang on a second.”

Lilith thinks, rather irrationally, that the only reason they can smell your blood so vividly is because of her monstrous nature. They convince themselves that yours is a nick and theirs is a delusion fueled by overwhelming care and worry. But Lilith is often wrong, and the scent of blood grows so thick they can practically feel it down their throat.

“Oh, love,” Lilith frowns, they wrap an arm around your waist and help you sit down “Breathe with me, okay?”

You nod woozily and Lilith worries—they often do, they have plenty of reasons to be concerned about you. The Succubus removes their jacket and presses it against your wound.

“I’m here with you, love, everything will be okay.”

Your best friend proudly wears the badge of ‘Person Who Worries Most About [Name]’, and the mere idea of watching you getting hurt is more than enough for Josh to feel queasy—he has that good of an imagination. Josh can't fathom the thought of seeing you getting hurt, but control slips between his fingers like water, and that very thing is proven when he sees it unfold before his very eyes.

It's much worse than anything Josh could have imagined, but his mind isn't catching up with such a line of thought. He's too busy catching you before you fall, keeping you awake, trying to do something, anything. At all.

Josh's ears ring.

“Shit, fuck. Shit,” your best friend looks around. Josh needs to find some help, he keeps his hand tightly wrapped around your wrist, feeling your pulse against his fingers. Is he panicking? Josh feels like he is.

Villanelle thinks she's seeing things. Maybe it's some kind of prank, maybe it's a dream. Maybe she'll wake up on her cozy bed. But that doesn't happen.

The young witch then thinks this is a vision. Villanelle feels detached from her body as soon as you start bleeding, like her soul was flung out of her body and into a movie theatre: a horror movie starring you.

But Villanelle blinks and finds herself standing just as she was, battling denial.

“[Name]!” the witch calls, wide-eyed and terrified. She runs to your side frantically, hand trembling, “Stand— Stand still. I think I might be able to help. Everything will be okay—everything is okay.”

Leather rustles together as Victor takes off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders—it doesn't warm you up, but it does make you feel ever so slightly safe. The Demon Hunter pulls you a little closer, checks your breathing and pulse, he checks you over carefully in case you're bleeding. He's so methodical you almost feel like you're at a doctor's appointment. Victor presses a hand against your bloodied side. He grumbles something, speaks up when you woozily tilt your head in his direction.

“I'll take care of this,” Victor assures you, his inflection betrays nothing, but his hands are steady as they support you “Focus on staying awake, [Name]. Can you do that for me?”

Victor drags you, but then he stops and hoists you up.

Aliyah grips your shoulder, keeps you standing straight as your head swims with the lightheadedness of the pain. Her demeanor is serious, her eyes are anchored on your wound—and how it bleeds, bleeds, bleeds—

“It’s not fatal,” Aliyah declares, so coldly and so surely, you don't know what to think “Not now.”

The Genie looks up at you, then down at your wound. She sighs, hesitates, presses a finger against your non-fatal injury. You see her smirk a little.

“Do you want to wish for me to heal you?”

The situation is so bizarre you nearly laugh.

“Are you going to stop if a say no?” you gasp.

Aliyah hums a little, your wound stings as she seals it shut, “I'll add it to your tab. Let's find your doctor friend.”

Panic seizes him like a constrictor around his stomach. There's an entire rave in Nathan's stomach.

“Shit that looks bad,” Nathan mumbles.

He makes no effort to touch it, or you, at first. His hands hang by his side for a few moments, then he lifts them and cups your cheeks, thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“You're not dying on me, okay? I'm sure it's not that bad. Breathe with me.”

Nathan helps you breathe, and he also tells you to close your eyes. There's a soft press of his forehead against yours, and a brief light that burns your eyelids. It disappears as quickly as it came, and Nathan takes a wobbly step back.

“There,” he grins “All healed up.”

Eden catches you before you fall—she nearly falls with you, manages to draw strength from some unknown place, and keeps the two of you from keeling over. She pushes every muscle in her body until you find yourself sitting, with Eden pulling your shirt up—taking her own jacket off—and pressing the fabric against your injury. Eden strokes your knee when she sees you wince.

“Bear with it,” her voice sounding so rough might be due to nerves and not lack of empathy.

“I’ll try,” you wince again, forcing a tiny smile so she doesn't worry too much.

Eden rolls her eyes—fondly—and looks your wound over, “It looks bad. But not too bad. Hang on, [Name].”

#i live for angst #the deal if #the deal #inferno #ask #ros #scenario #dante #lilith #josh #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden

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cosmicgrapevine · 4 months

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Samantha Nietz. Heidi Haley. Robyn Calvino. Tabby had overheard those names, in ‘hey, what happened to…’ or ‘did you hear about…’ scraps of gossip. Every school had its scandals, and one the size of Kahoti surely had some juicy ones. She was getting a front row seat to one of them—literally, as Shanti drove them to the Nietz house. Shanti was new to Kahoti herself, as of last August; her father’s job had brought him from Boston to Tampa Bay. With her looks, she turned heads as soon as school started, but even in fall, the school’s dating scene orbited around the baseball team. Jordy got first dibs, which he happily took, and after a fairytale homecoming dance, other perks started piling up in her corner; a spot on the cheer squad, teachers suddenly deciding that D+ essay was really more of a C-, and, of course, magic. Such was life when the Cervantes Mafia took a shine to you. “It never really bothered me that magic was real, you know?” Shanti said airily. “There’s all kinds of crazy stuff out there. But maybe I just didn’t understand it well enough.” Success, of course, bred resentment. Girls who had spent three years on—or wishing they were on—the squad stared daggers at this newcomer flouncing right in and stealing away the school’s biggest hunk. Just before winter break, the three aforementioned girls dreamed up a disgusting prank-slash-threat involving a chunk of raw ground beef, some used tampons, and Shanti’s cheerleading uniform. “I think the beef was what really made me snap. Like, they know I’m Indian, they know that makes it worse. If they’d just used, I dunno, raw fish…” she shrugged. Shanti planned her revenge meticulously. She had Jordy spread rumors about a big blowout New Year’s Eve party for all the cool kids at his uncle’s (fictitious) beachfront place, then drive the girls there the day of. Jordy, apparently terrified that he’d wind up on the hit list himself, complied. Shanti was waiting for them, with a trapping ward to keep them from escaping and enough Ward-Ash to turn their psyches into her playground. Robyn was the animal-noises girl Tabby had heard about, and she did indeed get it the least-bad, thanks to a last minute desperate apology. She would only snort or moo when talking to boys, so at least going gay was still on the table. Heidi was forcibly implanted with a sort of all-consuming nymphomania in return for calling Shanti a whore, to the point where her parents started home-schooling her for her own protection. And Samantha, the raw-beef mastermind, got it the worst of all. Shanti parked in the cul-de-sac in front of the Nietz house and tapped the horn—three quick beeps. Soon, a ghostly figure appeared at a bedroom window, a girl with raggedy hair, sallow skin, and disheveled clothes. “Pathological germophobia,” Shanti said proudly. “She can barely leave the house anymore because she’s so scared of getting infected with something. I made her scared of soap and laundry detergent and stuff too, she thinks they’ll poison her. And the cool part? She knows that’s not true, but her fear is just too strong to ignore. So she just sits in her room, getting filthier and filthier. Maybe she’ll die in there.” Shanti’s final lie, the one that truly sealed her enemies’ fates, was successfully spreading the rumor (again, with Jordy’s help) that they had gone to an even wilder New Year’s party, one with ravers and hallucinogens, and got high enough to get permanently re-wired, explaining their new compulsions and fears. It was a bullshit story, one even a DARE officer wouldn’t buy, but hey, they were all suburban teens, and drugs were scary demons on the nightly news. It worked well enough.

#writing sample #tabby #shanti

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burntcarpet · 28 days

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Hi! Your post introductory is amazing and I hope you'll settle in and read the other stories.

Care to tell some facts about the ROs?

First ask yay!!! Thank you so much for the compliment, do you have any recommendations for other ifs?

I have read through some of the more known ones on itch.io and loved it! I was actually inspired by Scout: An Apocalypse story, Zombie Exodus, and many others. I'm sort of trying to emulate the writing and flow of those ifs to build a structure for my story first since I'm not really sure where to start. After this, I will definitely go back and fix stuff so it would be more unique.

Anyway below are some fun facts about the ROs that may or may not appear in the main storyline!

Chris:

Chris has 3 younger siblings, his 16-year-old twin sisters and the youngest brother who is 12! His mom had him at 18 and had his 3 siblings with his stepdad. Chris is really good with children because of this, but he often gets pranked by his siblings because he's dumb :(

Chris loves sweets but he's a gym bro so one time he tried making ice cream by freezing meringue (whipped egg whites) with vanilla protein powder which turned out horrible. Instead of reusing it in baking or cooking, he threw it all away before getting yelled at by MC and Chelsea for wasting food.

Chelsea:

Chelsea actually didn't plan on going to med school but wanted to go to art school. Her parents didn't approve of this so she gave up her dream. She still occasionally opens commissions, however, and she's working on an extremely important project where she's going to be a medical illustrator.

MC and Chris are the only people Chelsea knows who are younger than her, she is the only and youngest child in her entire family, including relatives, so she's only ever made friends with people that are older and thinks younger people are "cringy". She makes sure to bring this up every week or so to make sure Chris and MC knows how lucky they are.

Jeremy/Jessica:

J is terrified of dogs, but dogs love them, not because of any particular reason. They think that dogs are way too loud and too friendly, and will hide behind MC if they happen to see any dogs outside.

J hates disorganization, their closet consists of the same outfit, just in different colors, and organized by the shades.

J is a huge germaphobe, they hate it when people even accidentally touch them or their belongings and will spend hours scrubbing away the "taint". It's fine if it's you, however. You wonder why.

???:

"Hm? You want to know more about me?"

"How bold... Why don't we play a game then?"

"I'll answer your questions if you answer mine correctly. That's fair, no?"

#if #interactive fiction #is this corny pls say no #ros

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artzychic27 · 9 months

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Omigod, the Carrie Prom scene but it's Marinette and Kim pulling a prank on Marc after the Akuma Class (sans Nathaniel) organizes a rigged vote for Anciel as Prom King. Marc loses it and happens to get akumatized and uses his psychic powers for revenge.

Marinette: Look at how he's smiling now, that stupid little cow.

Well the real fun has not started yet!

Kim: I've had up to here with all your demands!

You’ve left us all with blood on our hands!

Now, I realize you’ve got a bone to pick!

This was never a joke, this trick is pretty damn sick!

Marinette: I've got one last little beat

And then my plan's complete

For a night that he'll never forget

Givin’ it. Givin’ it.

*Lila is walking through the ballroom when she notices Nino looking guilty while swapping the ballots*

Lila: Nino, what are you doing?

Nino: Uh, Lila! Hi! I didn't expect to see you here tonight!… Nice dress.

Lila: What are you up to?

Nino: Nothing!

Lila: What's going on?!

*Before Nino can say anything, Alya is already dragging him onto the dance floor*

Alya: Stick around, Lila. It's gonna be the best prom night ever.

Givin’ it. Givin’ it

Oooh

So we're closer, closer, slower, closer!

Nino: Mme. Bustier, I've collected all the ballets! Here you go! *Hands her the ballots*

Mme. Bustier: Why, thank you, Nino! This is all so exciting, isn’t it?!

*Lila continues to glare daggers at Nino before moving to see where her classmates are. She approaches Max, who’s texting, and snatches his phone*

Max: Hey!

Lila: ‘Is everything set?’ I do hope you’re not planning anything awful, Max. Oh, and with a cryptic group chat that has… Twelve people.

Max: I-it’s nothing! *Snatches his phone back*

Lila: … If Marinette’s planning something, and you’re all in on it, so fucking help me-

Ooh, feel the heat

You and me and me and you!

It looks as if we're gonna make it!

Marinette: I believe in getting even

That's what I believe (You know how to terrify me with the way that you think)

Marc: Finally, (You ain't seen nothin' yet, you ain't seen nothin' yet)

Finally, (You ain't seen nothin' yet, you ain't seen nothin' yet)

This is great

We're getting there but not quite

We're not quite there

A night we'll never forget

This is great

So grab your date and hold tight, hold tight (Hold tight!)

This is great

The night's about to take flight, take flight

A night we'll never!

No, never!

We'll never forget!

*M. Monlataing and Mme. Mendeleiev are up on stage with a mic*

M. Monlataing: Attention students! We give you this year's king and queen of the Prom...

*Everyone's attention turns to them except for Marc and Nathaniel who are too distracted by each other to even care. M. Monlataing opens the envelope*

M. Monlataing/Mme. Mendeleiev: Reshma Leghari and Marc Anciel!

Reshma: OH, GODS! I WON! *Grabs Lacey and kisses her before running up on stage*

Lacey: … Oh, my God. I’m totally Bi.

*Marc, upon hearing his name, turns to the stage, shocked then looks back at Nathaniel, who encourages him up onto the stage. He runs up and joins Reshma*

Students: Hail Alma Mater

Oh, mother we salute you!

*Mme. Mendeleiev hands Reshma her flowers and she smiles at Marc, who smiles back*

We proclaim our devotion!

And we set our dreams into motions!

Ooh...

*Lila smiles proudly at her friend, but then her attention is caught by a movement overhead. She looks up to see a rope leading to a bucket placed precariously on a beam right over Marc*

Lila: Oh my God! *Desperate for help, she finds Mme. Mendeleiev and pulls her away from the coronation ceremony* Mme. Mendeleiev!

Mme. Mendeleiev: Lila? What’s wrong?

Lila: Please, listen! Something terrible’s about to happen!

Mme. Mendeleiev: Lila, if you’re trying to ruin this for Marc-

Lila: No! I swear! You’ve got it all wrong! It’s not me-

*Nathaniel walks over to them*

Nathaniel: Lila, what’s going on?

Mme. Mendeleiev: I knew better than to trust any of them- I warned you two! Get out! *She pushes them out the door...*

Lila: NO! *She pounds on the door but to no avail, helpless to stop Marc’s oncoming humiliation* OPEN THIS DOOR!!

Nathaniel: Lila! What the hell?!

Lila: Nath, I saw Nino swapping the ballots, I-I think Max was texting the class, and there’s a bucket over Marc!

Nathaniel: What?!

Lila: Marinette is behind this! I know it!

All our heart's beat true

Alma Mater!

Marinette: Kim, pull the damn cord! PULL IT!

*Kim hesitates, so Marinette yanks the rope for him, and the pail tilts, pouring the red paint down all over Marc, some splatters on Reshma*

Everyone: …

Aurore: Oh. My. God.

Jean: IS THAT BLOOD?!

*Some students begin screaming, while the rest of them are laughing Marc, meanwhile, is shocked into stillness*

Reshma: *She faces the audience, pissed*WHAT THE HELL?!

*With all of the commotion, no one notices the Akuma fusing with Marc’s sash*

Marc: *He brings his hands to his face, and sees the paint on them. His expression becomes terrified* Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! *He grips his paint-soaked hair as Shadow Moth speaks to him. His expression changes from horrified, to furious*

I will not cry

I’m okay

I tried so hard

To play their way

Stop it. They’re all lies!

Since she was born, my life has been a living hell!

(A living hell!)

His name is Nathaniel Kurtzberg, mom.

He’ll have me home by midnight!

An eagle’s just another bird!

Until he can spread his wings!

Open your heart!

Let the power in!

Marc: They’ll make fun of you!

They will break your heart!

Then they’ll laugh at you (Malice)

Watching you fall apart! (Anciel)

*Marc covers his ears as he hallucinates the students and teachers all pointing and laughing at him*

Marc: DOESN’T ANYBODY EVER GET IT RIGHT?!

DOESN’T ANYBODY THINK THAT I HEAR?!

*Marc’s face turns blank, yet there’s still an enraged look in his eyes. As the black and purple mist encase him, every exit door slams shut, and the lights flicker on and off until the bulbs blow out. Glass from the bulbs rain down, injuring a few students. Everyone rushes to the main entrance to try and open the doors, but they suddenly stop, turn back to face Marc in his Akuma form, and drop to their knees*

Malice: PAYBACK FOR YOUR SINNING’S!

*He points to every one of them with his scythe*

JUST BEGINNING!

BEG FOR YOUR SALVATION

FROM DAMNATION!

BEG OR

*His powers take control of the speakers, and he belts out a scream that deafens half of the room*

HE WILL BURN YOU!

*Malice strikes the floor with the end of the scythe, electricity spreads around the gym, causing the lights to short-circuit and catch on fire next to some decorations. The fire quickly spreads around the room. Students scream and scramble around trying to escape. Alya, Nino and a few other kids start running for the doors, but Malice notices this attempt. He reaches out his hand and squeezes his fist and many of the students are thrown forward against the walls, hard enough to leave cracks. Louis grabs a chair and tries to take Malice out but he grabs the chair with his powers and bashes it against his head, cracking his skull open. Rose and Juleka try to run, but fall to floor and die in mere seconds as students trample over them. Malice looks up at the sprinkler system and dents the pipes until they break, making water rain down on the floor, then he pulls wires from the stage. Only a few people realizes his plan and get on top of tables before Malice throws the wires onto the wet floor, electrocuting Adrien, Ivan and many others. He turns to see Kim and Marinette attempting to escape*

Marinette: TIKKI! SPOTS-!

*Malice keeps them frozen in place, looks them dead in the eyes, raises his scythe, and slashes Marinette right across the chest. For Kim, he has some wires wrap around his neck, tighter and tighter until he fall to the floor the same time as Marinette. The fire spreads around him as students wail and eventually die. Malice stretches out his arms, and the door flings open. He slowly walks out, walking through the electrified water and not being harmed. He slowly walks out as if in a trance, not even paying any mind to the looks of horror across Nathaniel and Lila’s faces. Once he’s a few feet away, the entire building explodes into flames, and he walks away*

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #lila rossi #marinette salt #carrie #carrie the musical #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #favoritism au #this got angsty fast

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 8 months

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S/o comes home with a mirror that doesn’t show reflections but when the boys look in the mirror a evil version of them pops out and starts cause chaos

Undertale Sans - Ok. Bye mirror. He throws the whole thing by the window then watches it smash in a million pieces on the concrete, eating popcorn. Thank you very much, he doesn't need an evil twin to be chaotic.

Undertale Papyrus - Uh... He's not sure what to do??? Evil Papyrus is demolishing his kitchen and all he can do is stare because when he called Undyne to report he has an evil twin now, she screamed that it is 3 a.m. and to go to sleep because he has insomnia hallucinations again. And a part of him wants to believe it. But... Uh... His kitchen is still getting destroyed? He quickly knocks out his evil self in the hope Undyne is right to make it shut up, then puts him in one of his traps in the garden (with a blanket in case it's not a hallucination). He then goes back to sleep. In the morning, the hallucination is gone, never to be seen again. Somehow, Papyrus is still not sure he made the right choice.

Underswap Sans - He's challenging the doppelganger to a one-on-one fight for the right to be the real Blue. Where it gets very awkward is when the evil Blue wins and now neither of them is sure of what to do. I mean, the evil Blue tried to lock him in the mirror, but, uh, that didn't work. Now what.

Underswap Papyrus - He screams in fear, then runs out of the house, screaming to eat Blue first. Once he's far away, his brain blacks out and he passes out in the bushes. He hopes it was all a dream when he wakes up, until he finds his evil twin eating HIS breakfast with Blue as he is locked outside, staring at him in the eyes. He gasps.

Underfell Sans - He stands back, growling at the other him who just got out of the mirror. Is this a stupid prank? He's not that gullible you know! He's not stupid enough to fight his own reflection. He screams that if he sees the camera, you're dead. Red is pissed off and ignores his evil twin. He locks it up in the bathroom too. S/O did this so S/O will deal with this as well. He's out of here.

Underfell Papyrus - He gives his evil self one angry stare before he attacks with all he has. That's his home and he's unique! He's going to fight for his honor. He's mad. That thing ruined his day and he's going to complain about it for days and days just because he can! Also, this mirror is getting smashed to pieces.

Horrortale Sans - Basically:

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As soon as he's getting jumpscared, he fists the mirror with so much force the thing explodes in a million pieces. When he gets out of there, he's all puffed up like a spooked cat, all jumpy. He comes to cuddle against S/O to calm down. He doesn't want to know what it was.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's not happy about this, but he can't do anything as his evil twin has a way better back than he has. Willow tries to stop him, desperately, but the damn thing won't listen and keeps outrunning him, which is making Willow crankier and crankier. Eventually, Willow snaps, and suddenly runs towards the thing on all four at a terrifying speed, then bites its head off, dusting it. He then spits on the floor as his jaw is all dusty now. After that, he goes home like nothing happened. Not today, demon.

Swapfell Sans - He screams, pushes his brother against his evil twin, and runs out of the house. That's out of his jurisdiction, he's not going to fight that thing. He's calling an exorcist.

Swapfell Papyrus - It doesn't work as, as soon as the entity sees Rus, they know they can't compete with his chaotic energy. The evil twin salutes Rus and disappears in thin air. Uh. That was weird. Rus thinks he's just hallucinating because he's still feeling sleepy. Better go back to bed.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's fighting the demon until he manages to tie him up. He then drags it to S/O and asks them to explain what the hell is this and how to get rid of it. S/O has no idea so he just sends the thing to Undyne so that freak can have fun experimenting with all her fantasies on some random version of himself. It's too early for him to try to understand more.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He does what he does best: pretends nothing happened and then goes to hide in his closet until S/O or his brother realizes something is very wrong and takes care of it. He's not brave enough for this, leave him alone, please.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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ibrithir-was-here · 1 year

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Another little Corinthian Bros drabble, this one set after they actually start to like eachother. Inspired by the recent ask by @karalynlovescake and @lunaticus tags on that ask. Thanks for the inspo!

Rest for the Wicked

Dreams and Nightmares didn't sleep, They didn't need to sleep, they weren't created to need or even want sleep. They especially weren't meant to shirke their duties to catch a quick cat-nap. Not even the cat-shaped ones.

The Corinthian of course made it a point of pride to do what he shouldn't.

The Corinthian had, point of fact, spent plenty of time in bed in the Waking World, but none of his time spent there had involved anything at all restful. And he hadn't had even the faintest desire to visit his place of origin for so much as a five minute doze when he'd been free to wander the Waking. There was too much to see, to do, to taste.

And yet somehow, now he found himself sprawled out on top of a hill in Fiddler's Green with the Kid curled up next to him, head resting against the Corinthian's shoulder. The younger nightmare's breath went softly in and out, making his eyelashes flutter over his eye teeth as his consciousness floated in some lower level of awareness, mimicking sleep as closely they could get here in the Dreaming.

The Corinthian looked down at him, watching as his chest rose and fell, completely at ease. So calm, so vulnerable. As if totally unaware that he lay next to the horror of all horrors to stalk the Dreaming.

But then, wasn't that the younger nightmare's calling as well?

Perhaps it was the Corinthian who should be afraid, wary of the sleeping menace that could rouse at any moment and turn on him after having lulled him into a false security, only to strike when he least expected it.

The Corinthian reached out and brushed away a lock of too long hair that had once more fallen into one the Kid's eye-mouths as it gave a tiny snore.

Oh yes, blood curdling terrifying this one.

It felt strange, to rest like this. To be a position he'd been in so many times and yet not have it be colored by the cravings of lust nor hunger. To look at his companion in this moment and feel…fondness. Protective.

The Kid had worn himself ragged these last few weeks, trying to prove himself to Dream, trying to prove himself to the Corinthian. He'd taken each new assignment with intensity, if not relish. With exactness, if not enthusiasm. He'd done all that he'd been asked and more.

And the Corinthian could see that it was draining him, even as the Kid knelt at Dream's feet and gazed up at his Creator with a fervor that the Corinthian remembered he once had felt (perhaps still did, deep deep down). The Kid might have smiled under Dream's praise, but there were dark circles below two of those smiles.

It had been when he'd seen the Kid stumble almost into a wall as he'd walked away from the throne room that the Corinthian had decided enough was enough.

"But I'm supposed to go do a nightmare right now. If Lord Dream finds out I skipped it--"

"You won't be able to terrify anyone if you trip over your own feet the moment you try to saunter down a flickering hallway. Now you come with me and let me worry about Dream. Worse comes to worse we tell him I talked you into playing hooky. Which is true. "

And he'd taken the Kid off to a far corner of Fiddler's Green where he knew he'd be able to get some shut eye. The old verdant dream liked the Kid, he wouldn't tell on them once he saw how worn out he was.

Actually most of the Major Arcana and staff liked the Kid, for all the pranks he pulled and mischief he got up to you couldn't really help but like him. It was part of his make up, the part of the Corinthian that was meant to draw you in to make slipping the knife between your ribs that much easier.

Only with the Kid the knife never came, not if he could possibly help it anyway. He had no compunctions about frightening dreamers who really deserved it, but he much preferred a good spook to a slaughter.

And that was precisely the problem.

He was meant to be the new Corinthian, meant to be the black mirror held up to show humanity the horror inside them, the depths they could sink to, so that they would never wish to do so within the Waking. It was brutal, disturbing work. Necessary work Dream would say. It was the reason he'd called the Corinthian his masterpiece.

And Kid was just too darn soft to go as dark as he should to do it.

The Corinthian wondered if this was a result of Dream attempting to curb what he saw as the overly savage tendencies within himself when the Dreamlord crafted his replacement, and overcorrecting…

Or, if it was some flaw he'd passed onto the Kid himself. Something inherent in his nature that made this new Corinthian also lacking, also unable to fulfill his Creator's expectations as Dream had hoped.

Was it simply in the nature of their being to disappoint, in one way or the other?

And if so…what did that mean for the Kid? Would Dream decide to be content with the flawed product he had as long as the Kid stayed within the bounds he set?

Or would the Lord Shaper decide that third times the charm, and sweep the dust of both of them off his hands?

All three of the Corinthian's sets of teeth clenched at the thought, and he tightened his grip on the young sleeping nightmare.

No, no he'd break his parole and skip out to the Waking World with the Kid in tow if it even came close to feeling like that might happen.

The Kid might not want to go, of course, might think he could reason with Dream, think if he pleads at his Lord's feet, he'd be shown mercy.

Well-- the Corinthian thought, looking over once more at the Kid, the Kid he'd never have known if Dream hadn't kept him around to train him--perhaps Dream did have some mercy.

He just didn't fancy testing how far it would stretch.

Yes, the Corinthian would get them out if he had too. He'd run before and he could do it again. True, Dream had been imprisoned then, but he'd figure something out. He--they, were the Corinthian.

And they wouldn't go down without a fight.

#my writing #the corinthian #corinthian bros au #the second corinthian #dream of the endless #fiddlers green #the sandman #sandman fic #sandman au #sandman

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thesoleilla · 3 months

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I MATCH YOU WITH... SAEYOUNG CHOI

Original Request -Matchup Masterlist - Matchup rules

・★ > 800IQ you say? Hell yeah, he thinks the same! You both absolutely terrorize the RFA with your "genius" ideas and they are absolutely terrified. Yoosung gets pranked. A lot. If Saeyoung wasn't the one handling the chatrooms, the others would have banned you from coming into a chatroom together. They tried to ask Saeyoung, let's just say it didn't quite work out for them. They even tried adopting Saeran so he could escape from you two. It didn't work out, and Saeran complains about it all day.

・★ > After a while into your relationship, he started randomly picking you up so you could reach stuff on higher shelves. Neither of you exchange any words when he does this, and if you ever dared to turn your head to look at him you'd get to see his wiiiiiide grin. Eventually, he just started picking you up for no reason just to let you know he's here when you're too lazy to talk.

・★ >One of those times when he picks you up was one time, when you were trying to go to the bathroom. You threatened to pee on him and he let you down. Ever since then, he does it way less often. No one gets in between you and your toilkets, you made that very clear. A little too clear. He now jokes about being jealous of the toilet. That's called karma, sorry.

・★ > Like I said for Dazai, he guessed your MBTI before you did. Sorry kiddo, but it's just the truth. He still brags about it. "Haha! The great genius seven-oh-seven was right once again!"

・★ > Despite how terrified the RFA were of you two, they have still been shipping you from day one, and when you two finally got together…surprisingly you didn't seem like the happiest one after seeing their reactions.

・★ > Yoosung says he dreams of having a relationship like the one you two share, and Seven jokes he would have one if he accepted Seven's princess advances…Yeah, if you were jealous before getting with Saeyoung, you sure as hell aren't anymore.

・★ > On a more serious note, from your kin list (and from the fact you're on tumblr), I can tell you have at least a bit of trauma, and he's very supportive with it. He's troubled, you're troubled, and ever since you supported him through his story with his brother, he makes sure he does everything he can to support you. He often talks about he doesn't know how he can even properly thank you, and he doesn't think he will ever be able to.

Tomodachi game matchup

#mystic messenger match up #mysme #mystic messenger #matchup #mystic messenger 707 #707 mm #mm 707 #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung x reader #mysme luciel #mysme x reader #mysme seven #mysmes

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fryingpan1234567 · 1 year

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PART 1- Hermitcraft/ DSMP/ Life Series crossover AU

as excited as I am to write this, I’m a little terrified XD. some of it isn’t very good, but I hope you at least enjoy the character dynamics! there are SO MANY CHARACTERS- there has to be a p2 TvT

for @barley-hopkins

happy reading! ~ It’s been six months since a green portal opened up in the sky of Hermitcraft and dumped the entire Dream SMP into their world.

At first, things were hectic. Thankfully, Dream didn’t have any weapons… unfortunately, neither did anyone else. The Hermits, well along in their builds and season, weren’t quite sure what to do with a bunch of warcrime-committing psychopaths.

X and Tango’s rushed solution? Babysitting.

Every Hermit was assigned an SMP member or two, and they were allowed to do whatever necessary to keep them in check. They were only allowed to get materials if their Hermit allowed them, for the sake of everyone’s safety, until they could figure out how to get everyone back where they belonged- because sadly, as soon as the last SMP member hit the ground, the portal disappeared.

Some of the SMP/ Hermit pairings looked weird, but they really all made sense. Maybe it was rushed, but X wasn’t stupid. Really there were only a couple questionable ones.

It wasn’t like they were all complete strangers. MCC was obviously a thing, Puffy and Zed are siblings, Jevin and Charlie as well, Doc and Sam are cousins.

Still. There were struggles.

“Tommy, toss me that-?”

Mumbo was clocked in the head by a flying comparator, luckily not falling off his scaffolding. He did not catch the block.

Tommy, from the ground, was laughing. Hard. He hadn’t exactly meant to hit his mentor… but he wasn’t complaining about it either.

“Thomas,” Mumbo huffed, rubbing his head. “Thank you for guessing, very good job, but hand it to me this time, please.”

Tommy, still giggling, got up from where he was sitting on a chest and went to retrieve the dropped block.

Of all the groups, Tommy and Mumbo had taken some of the longest to warm up to each other at first. Well, at least Mumbo did- Tommy still saw him as an older brother from the one time they met, but Mumbo wasn’t exactly sure what to do with a raccoon gremlin child who was also a traumatized war veteran and has died several times.

Still, Mumbo warmed up to him. He could tell that for the most part Tommy meant well, and he was even able to coach some of the swearing and arsonist tendencies out of him.

It was also a plus that, because Philza was the only one the Hermits trusted, he flew around the server to check up on people and give advice to their poor Hermits. Tommy loved Phil (Phil was his dad, after all), and Phil was able to show Mumbo what not to do to trigger Tommy’s PTSD too badly.

Mumbo was still pretty much useless with panic attacks, but he’s at least good at distracting him. Plus he was very pleased to admit Tommy’s stressful/ depressed days were much fewer and farther between than the beginning of their interactions. Mumbo hoped he was contributing to that, but it might have just been the safe and (relatively) calm vibe of Hermitcraft.

He did not, however, trust Tommy enough to let him gather much more than iron armor and the blocks he wanted for his house, which Mumbo had to approve first. Maybe he was starting to like him, but that didn’t mean he was willing to get his head lopped off on accident.

Tommy retrieved the comparator and climbed up the scaffolding beside Mumbo. “Whatcha workin on, Big Man?” he asked, blue eyes wide and curious. Despite Mumbo’s best attempts, Tommy still couldn’t do redstone for shit.

Mumbo grinned, snapping the block into place. “A prank for our friend Grian.”

“Ohh, that’s why we’re over at his place,” Tommy said, sitting down on the scaffolding. Mumbo noticed out of the corner of his eye that the kid had chosen to sit worryingly close to the edge, but he tried to dismiss it.

“Mhmmm,” he hummed absently. There was a moment of silence as Tommy watched him work, but his nerves got the better of him. “You might want to step away from that edge, yeah?” he tried. It was windy and he’d hate for something to happen- no SMP members but Phil were allowed elytras.

Tommy’s bright smile faded, and his eyes dimmed. He glanced down at the ground, far below, fingers tapping methodically right on the border.

He shrugged. “I’m fine. I like high-up places.”

Mumbo sighed, setting down his materials and joining Tommy on the floor. He looked nervous, like he was afraid Mumbo might be mad or even attack him.

Phil had told him about this. More times than anyone would like, Tommy had spoken aloud about or even attempted to end himself on the SMP. Mumbo had hoped that hadn’t carried through to Hermitcraft, but he unfortunately had been proven wrong very quickly.

“Tommy,” he said, trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible. “Come sit in front of me. Away from the edge.”

Tommy hesitated, but scooted over to sit cross-legged in front of Mumbo, mirroring him. He pulled his hands into the sleeves of his blue sweater nervously.

Mumbo smiled, recalling what Phil had told him to do at times like these. “Can you tell me about the SMP?”

Tommy’s face darkened considerably, and he twitched as if remembering being shot in the chest from the revolution. Or maybe he was recalling trying to save Tubbo from Dream. Maybe even imagining the last time he’d died, in that cell…

“Tommy,” Mumbo whispered, poking him in the knee. “I only want the good stuff. Singing with Wil and the other L’manburgians outside the van. Training with Techno and taking naps on Steve. Exploring with Tubbo. Tell me what you love about your home.”

Tommy came back to reality, remembering where he was, that he was safe. He smiled at the memories, although he wasn’t sure how Mumbo knew all that.

The two of them ended up sitting on that scaffolding for hours, exchanging stories. Their prank was ruined when Grian and Wilbur discovered the half-finished trap and its culprits, but none of them really minded.

All Mumbo cared about was making sure Tommy knew he was safe. Killing for objects and possessions was a thing he’d never have to do again; he’d make sure of it.

~ If anyone could keep Dream himself out of trouble, it was his rival admin.

Yeah, X took Dream. It wasn’t like he wanted to, it’s more like he didn’t want to hand that responsibility to anyone else.

For a while, they barely spoke to each other. Dream had to follow X around the whole time, but X was too nervous to do anything important, so… they were kind of stuck.

But X, being that ever-polite man he is, offered to help Dream build his first house. They couldn’t fly anywhere and they obviously couldn’t be separated, so that meant walking everywhere.

That also meant becoming the strangest pair of friends in… well, probably ever.

That, however, did not come easy.

“Dream!” How X managed to lose the most dangerous man on the server was beyond him, and while he trusted Dream at least a little by this point… he had to admit he was a little bit nervous.

Right as he ducked under a tree to check the forest, someone dropped right on top of him, flattening him to the ground.

Dream’s playful laugh filled the clearing.

“Dream-“ X wheezed, managing to roll over even with the other admin on his chest and pushing uselessly at his legs. “Off. You scared me!”

“I thought you were a better babysitter than this, Zuma,” Dream teased, standing and offering X a hand. He hauled him to his feet, only just managing to contain his laughter.

X dusted himself off with a huff. “I thought I didn’t need to anymore,” he grumbled. “It’s time for lunch.”

“Oooo, sweet!” Dream skipped off towards his little cave/ hut that he and X had spent days perfecting. It was half in-half out of the water, and full of green froglights. Dream was very proud of it.

Xisuma went after his friend with an affectionate sigh. Since the landing, it was a tradition between the two of them (at first forced upon Dream by X, but now it’s more enjoyable) that they’d have lunch every day together- food they prepared together, tea, and meditation. Sometimes other groups joined them.

It was to teach Dream to use his hands and mind for something that wasn’t malicious, although X didn’t tell him that.

Dream was already rummaging through his and X’s joint kitchen by the time he got there, sporting a neon green apron with flower patterns on it.

“Whaddaya think, X?” Dream said cheerfully as X removed his gloves to wash his hands. “I personally am leaning towards mac and cheese, but maybe you’re willing to put forth more effort than that.”

X shrugged. “Sure. I’ll start on the tea. Dandelion again?”

“You know it.”

The one thing Xisuma and Dream could successfully collaborate on is food. Building together was decent enough and caving is always an absolute disaster, but cooking they can both do easy- especially when they’re working together.

“So,” X hummed as they sat down at their coffee table, cross-legged on a couple of pillows on the floor. “Topic for today: what was the number one thing you hated about the SMP, so we can never do that here. Not a person. A habit you all had.”

Dream paused shoveling food into his mouth to think. If people were ruled out…

“Maybe…” He trailed off, trying to think of how to phrase it. X sipped his tea patiently- sometimes it took a moment to answer. “We fought. All the time. Which is fine, it was fun sometimes, but… it was usually over possessions. Land, and… discs.” Even after all this time, Dream still got twitchy when talking about Tommy’s discs. “I just don’t want to do that anymore, I guess. I lose people over it, and that’s more important,” he finished.

Xisuma thought on his words for a moment, methodically stirring his macaroni. “Do you think it matters less here?” he asked.

Dream nodded aggressively, nearly dropping his mug.

“Good.” X smiled genuinely, and Dream grinned back. “Don’t worry, friend. You’ll never have to fight over something as dumb as one item ever again.”

~ Maybe putting nine people, three poly relationships, in one place was a terrible idea. It was like the weirdest triple date in history… especially because they weren’t doing normal ‘date’ things.

They were pranking Docm77 and Technoblade.

”How are the creepers coming along?” Tango whispered into his communicator, where the rest of the group was on call. He and his SMPers, Sapnap and Sam, were crouched on a ridge near Doc’s base, keeping watch.

From one of the other ends, Impulse replied. “Karl’s almost blown himself up ten times, but Ponk is actually doing decent.”

“I’m doing more than decent, thank you!” Ponk suddenly interjected. Somewhere in the background, an explosion and high-pitched scream went off, followed by Impulse’s familiar laughter. “Karl!”

“Don’t kill my boyfriend,” Quackity added, joining the call.

“Nobody’s boyfriends are being killed,” Zed assured. “Q and Foolish and I just finished the gift box. Any sign of them?”

Sam checked his spyglass again. “Doc and Techno are farming tridents, it looks like. I’m a little scared.”

“I’m also scared. We’re pranking the man who has the dragon on a leash right now,” Sapnap whispered harshly.

Tango grinned. “Part of the fun. Might steal her later, too.”

“Bad plan,” Impulse and Zed deadpanned simultaneously. The three of them descended into some sort of argument about good plans, the other six forced to listen.

A gift box, with a bow and everything, filled with creepers. Not terribly original, but still hilarious, in Tango’s opinion.

It was a plus because, since team ZIT all had to take two people, they had each other to help manage them all for a few hours. And the other people dating each other got to hang out, which was more than Puffy and Niki could say for themselves recently.

When do you think they’ll be done? Sapnap and Karl’s communicators went off from a message from Big Q.

Sap covertly glanced at Tango, who was furiously whispering at his boyfriends that he makes the best plans. I’d say a while. Think we’ll get busted?

Techno would totally kill us for this, right? Karl asked. He was conveniently hiding in a tree from the six creepers aggro’ed on him, Ponk laughing at him from below and not helping in the slightest. Impulse was too busy laughing at his partners’ bickering to pay much attention.

Quackity grinned and waved at the tree he knew Sapnap was perched in from his place on top of the fake present. Zed was also whisper-shouting into his communicator, but Foolish was messaging on his as well with a dopey smile.

They argue worse than us, he messaged Sam and Ponk.

It’s cute. I think they’ll get married one day, Sam immediately replied. I’m so bored. Maybe we can convince them to do a sleepover tonight.

Will they say yes if I let Karl get decimated by these ten creepers? Ponk messaged. Sam and Foolish both giggled at that one.

Hopefully.

Maybe it’ll be a plus.

Unbeknownst to them all, Techno and Doc were well aware of their presence and plan. Gathering tridents was simply a cover-up for their own plan- and it seemed to be working.

“Are they still up in that damn tree?” Doc mused, hacking down a drowned.

Techno stabbed another with the (technically forbidden) borrowed sword Doc let him use. “Yeah, I can hear them arguing from here. What exactly are they trying to accomplish?”

Doc pointed at the present, which was barely visible from where they were, the three standing on top of it, and three more just emerging from the forest with an army of creepers.

Techno snorted, tossing a damaged trident back into the ocean to despawn. “Idiots. That’s a bad trap.”

“Bad stealth mission,” Doc agreed.

The two of them had gotten along pretty well from the beginning, pretty much unsurprisingly. Techno had taken an interest to the way Doc viewed laws of physics more as suggestions, and Doc was thrilled to be working with an actual PVP and war god.

Doc had listened to Techno’s stories about the SMP- apparently, disappearing into the mountains with your dogs and polar bears and father is an invitation to fuck with you. Thankfully, Techno just seemed to want away from all that- not to even the score. That made him easy to trust.

Doc let Techno do whatever he wanted with the promise that if he did anything wrong, he’d be tossed into whatever prison Doc could come up with- and that wasn’t an inviting concept.

“They’re moving, they’re moving!” Techno whispered excitedly. The three that had been spying on them through the trees took off towards the present, where the other six had gathered with all the creepers evidently inside.

He and Doc snuck around to a blindside. None of them noticed.

Techno lit a piece of TNT while Doc cut a hole in the wall. They tossed it in and ran- five seconds later, nine death messages filled the chat, followed by Hermits and others asking what happened in a panic.

The culprits, well, they were congratulating themselves on a foiled plan and extra kill points. They promptly went off to find a polar bear that could be Steve 2, unconcerned with the crater and half blown-up present box on their property.

Tango, Sapnap, and Sam had ended back at their base, thankfully. Zed, Quackity, and Foolish spawned where Zed’s last challenge had been, and Impulse and Ponk and Karl had been the unluckiest- a respawn anchor on the Nether roof.

They were all furiously messaging each other, asking who had set off the TNT… and the rest of the server had some pretty good entertainment by that for the rest of the night.

~ When Etho found Ranboo, he was sitting on the ground, playing with a sand miniblock and talking to his “chat”. Etho still wasn’t really sure what that was, but Ranboo assured him it was harmless.

So was the kid, honestly. Etho had chosen him because he could tell they gave off similar vibes- quiet, funky hair, doesn’t love people all that much aside from one sunshiny short brunet.

He’d been right, of course. Ranboo was chill, although those purple particles floating around and talking to him all the time were admittedly a bit nerve-wracking.

“Hey, Boo Boy,” Etho hummed, leaning against the doorframe.

Ranboo sat right in the middle of the glass atop the moss farm, his usual cloud of particles buzzing about the room. Maybe Etho was crazy, but he thought the nearest one to him was screaming something like “LORE??” in a tiny, high-pitched voice.

Ranboo didn’t exactly… have a mouth, but his eyes scrunched as if he were smiling. “Hey, Etho!”

“Hi.” Etho couldn’t stop his own smile from spreading beneath his mask. “Bdubs and Purpled wanna go caving. How does that sound?”

“Sure!” Ranboo popped up, scattering a cloud of particles that almost sounded like they were laughing.

There weren’t many people on the- well, honestly either- server that were taller than Etho. X, Doc, and Technoblade. And Ranboo. Which was baffling although not surprising (he is half Enderman after all), if only for the fact that he’s a kid. 18. Literally what. Kids shouldn’t be allowed to be taller than immortal people.

But that’s okay. Etho builds his doorways tall anyways, but Bdubs’ section of the house was a bit more challenging.

“ETHOOO! SAVE ME FROM THE CHILD!”

Speak of the devil, a familiar voice came screeching down the stairwell and someone rammed into Etho’s back. He knew who it was without having to turn around, although he wasn’t sure how concerned he should be. Bdubs once hid behind Etho for four hours because his SMP member, Purpled, had parked his alien spaceship over the Monolith and Bdubs didn’t want to be abducted. He’d once hid for five after Purpled put a purple bed in an otherwise all-pink room. Etho wasn’t sure where on the threat scale they were at today.

“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, MOSSY BOY! I’VE GOT SHEARS AND I WILL STEAL YOUR TINY MYSTERY FLOWERS IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!”

“Help,” Bdubs begged, hugging Etho around the waist. Ah yes, Glare blooms. Apparently, Purpled needed to steal them.

Ranboo peeked over curiously, although he was mostly occupied with his chat, which had turned rainbow colors- he’d explained to Etho that those were ‘emotes’.

The alien himself nearly fell down the stairs after Bdubs in his haste, nearly running straight into Etho shears-first. Etho caught him.

“Hey, Purpled.” he raised an eyebrow as Purpled hid the shears behind his back and grinned nervously. “Tormenting a Hermit? Do we need to get X?”

Purpled’s smile dropped. “No,” he huffed. Etho held out his hand, and he dropped the shears there in defeat.

“I told you, I’m a Glare!” Bdubs said indignantly, still buried in Etho’s side. “They’re just flowers! And they hurt if you cut them off improperly, so why don’t you-“

“You’re a Glare? Like a Moonbloom?” Ranboo interjected as Purpled and Bdubs stuck their tongues out at each other. “My husband is a Moonbloom!”

“Very nice, Ranboo,” Etho sighed, tucking the shears into his inventory.

So Bdubs and Purpled hadn’t quite figured out how to get along all that great. Not every pair could be as perfect as Etho and Ranboo, but they did have their moments. Whenever Purpled got itchy about building for too long because that’s all he did working at Las Nevadas, Bdubs was always happy to take him somewhere else to destress. In return, Purpled was sometimes less stubborn about bedtimes. Sometimes.

And then there was Etho and Ranboo, who worked in a way that didn’t need revision. Ranboo was happy to lay around and watch Etho work, asking the occasional question, and Etho sometimes took him to hang out with Tubbo and Scar- he really liked Jellie. When Ranboo had panic attacks or dissociated, Etho was surprisingly good at just… sitting with him and letting the kid exist in such a concrete presence. It’s proven to work pretty well.

All in all, though, Hermits on their own are terrible for caving. SMP members made things so much more… interesting.

“We’d better get going,” Etho sighed. “Ranboo, grab the torches on your right, yeah?”

“Okay!” he chirped, opening the chest and leaning in.

Bdubs unstuck himself from Etho’s side, but didn’t let go of his hand.

“Thanks for the help, sweetheart,” he grinned, leaning in. “You’re my hero.”

Etho huffed out a laugh, securing his mask so Bdubs wouldn’t get any ideas. “There are kids in the room, sweetheart,” he teased.

“Yuck,” Purpled deadpanned to prove his point, Ranboo sidling up next to him.

Bdubs blew a raspberry at him. “I can be mushy with my boyfriend! Leave us alone!”

“They can’t do that, love,” Etho whispered. “We’re stuck together, remember?”

Bdubs pouted. “Boring. Maybe after they go to bed.”

“You literally go to bed before any of us.”

“Whose side are you on?”

~ Aside from Phil, there was one other person the Hermits nearly completely trusted: Captain Puffy.

She was allowed whatever gear she wanted, including an elytra. Between her and Phil, it was like the two parents of their server were able to help out the Hermits whenever they needed.

However, she had a murder on record. Therefore, she still needed a babysitter.

Who volunteered? Well. He’s arguably the dad of his own server, so it really made sense.

“Puffy!” Sometimes Keralis called her other names like Poof or Fluffy, affectionately of course, but today it looked like he was sticking to the real thing.

He hopped onto the mini pirate ship she’d built in the river just below his starter place, and it rocked precariously.

Puffy poked her head up from below. “Hey, Keralis! What’s up?”

Keralis clung to the mast, waiting for the ship to stop moving. “Stressy asked if you would like to see Niki and George. I need to go over there for some things anyways.”

“Sure!” Puffy never missed the opportunity to see her girlfriend. Unfortunately it didn’t happen very often- several times she’d sulked about it not being fair how her brother got both his boyfriends AND babysat people in a relationship together. Zed only laughed, which had earned him an elbow to the ribs.

So Puffy and Keralis took off towards Stress’s place. It was balanced a little precariously atop a cliffside, but it wasn’t too high up. Puffy thought it was adorable how Niki and George had built little teacup houses to match Stress’s pot.

“Stressy!” Keralis sang as soon as they touched down. Puffy let him go hang out with Stress as she went to go find her people.

George and Niki were a little deeper into the forest, patching up what looked like unfortunate creeper accidents.

Well, Niki was working. George was asleep under a mushroom, leaning against the stem with his sunglasses over his eyes.

“Morgenliebe!” Niki called as soon as she noticed Puffy. “What are you doing over here?”

“I wanted to see you,” Puffy grinned, pulling her in. Niki had to stand on her toes to peck her on the cheek.

It was mornings like these, where the people from the Dream SMP could forget about the wars and death and life system, that everyone enjoyed the most- even the Hermits, Keralis had once told her.

It had been months. It was honestly doubtful by this point that they’d get back to their own server, especially because no one was trying to get that to happen.

Death counts, killing for sport, stupid object-possessive fights- all that was in the past.

The SMPers were supposed to heal with the Hermits, make genuine friends, fix broken relationships. They’d eventually move away from the Hermits, a little south, build their own village.

But it doesn’t work like that; it never has. Good things don’t last.

Along with several Hermits, more than half the people from the SMP were once again sucked out of the life they’d become used to and dumped into a new place. This time, it wasn’t a good one.

Etho.

Tango.

Bdubs.

Dream.

Tommy.

Puffy.

Scar.

Niki.

Ren.

Cleo.

Sam.

Ponk.

Grian.

“Welcome to 3rd life: an experimental hardcore server. You have three lives. Good luck.”

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lady-of-imladris · 1 year

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A Glimpse of You

Pairing: Elrond x Celebrian

Summary: Elrond discovers his gift of foresight and Celebrian has a surprise for him

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, traumatised Elrond (but not thaaat much)

Celebrian had searched for him throughout all of Rivendell, yet her husband Lord Elrond was nowhere to be found. She had awoken with a sense of dread in the morning, and it did not help that she found the other side of the bed empty. It was unlike Elrond to be up early, and her concern only increased when she didn’t find him in his study, or the library, or his favorite spot in the gardens. It was already late in the afternoon when she bumped into Erestor and Glorfindel. “My lady”, they both greeted her politely. “Has either of you seen my husband? I have been looking for him all day and he is nowhere to be found”, she inquired. Erestor shook his head, as did Glorfindel. But the warrior’s poker face was terrible and soon he found himself being stared down by an angry Celebrian, who as at least a full head shorter than him. Erestor was in equal parts amused and slightly terrified as Celebrian gave the mighty balrog slayer a look that would have made Morgoth himself flee in fear. Glorfindel cleared his throat. “I may have caught a glimpse of some dark blue robes in the very corner of the basement a couple hours ago. But you did not hear that from me.” Celebrian thanked him before heading to the basement. What on earth was he doing there? Soundlessly she walked to the very end, and she heard him before she saw him. The lord of Rivendell, sitting all alone on the floor of the cold dark basement, crying softly. “My love, what happened?” Her voice startled him. “Bri? What are you doing down here?” “Looking for you my love, you had me worried.” He sighed and let his head fall into his hands. “I am sorry Bri. I am so so sorry”, he mumbled. Celebrian sat down next to him and pulled him closer to her, so that his head was resting on her chest and he could hear her heartbeat, causing him to relax instantly. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”, she asked him softly. “Elros.” His twin brother, who had chosen the fate of the Edain and perished many, many years ago never stopped to plague his mind. “Celebrian”, he whispered her name, “tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?” She squeezed her eyes shut. No. This could not be happening. Not like this. Not now. “What makes you think that, my love?”. “I had a dream. Two half-elven boys. They looked so much like Elros and I and when I woke up and looked over at you it all made sense. I don’t think it was a dream, Bri.” Her brows furrowed. “You think you had a vision of the future? Our children?” He nodded. “So please Bri, just tell me now. Are you pregnant?” Neither of them wanted this to happen. They were going to wait at least one more millennium if not longer. “I am”, she finally confessed to him, tears starting to blur her vision, “And if you are right and we are really having twins, I will not let you near me ever again!”, she added. He didn’t know if it was supposed to be a joke. He didn’t know if he wanted to know.

Despite their fear of being horrible parents, Elrond and Celebrian did a decent job at raising the twins, however it might be worth mentioning that Lord Celeborn had all but moved into Rivendell at that point, taking care of his daughter during her pregnancy and helping the young couple during the first few years of raising their sons Elladan and Elrohir. Sometimes Elrond could swear he heard his brother in Elladan’s laughter, and Elrohir’s stupid pranks reminded him of the countless ways in which Elros annoyed Maedhros and Maglor growing up. He didn’t tell Celebrian any of this, but she knew. She knew that every time he looked at their sons, he saw a glimpse of his brother.

#lord of the rings fanfiction #the rings of power fanfiction #elrond x celebrian #celebrian #elrond #hurt/comfort I guess? I am bad at tagging

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atrixfromice · 1 year

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People who love you would never want to hurt you.

When I was a kid, I remember there was a time where I wanted to be accepted by my classmates when they got reunited in groups to chat, and I always felt sad if they didn't....until I learned that if they didn't, it was because I was too nice with them that they took it by granted and then they started to use me and abuse of me. I learned that this is the tendency of most human beings, that when you give them all your love and admiration they tend to give it for granted and don't appreciate it. Even if some of them don't do it with bad intentions. However, there are some people who are mean by heart, they even can blackmail you and use you, asking you doing things for them they want but they know they are unethic. Most of my time I was clever enough to get that people trick me to do something like that to be friends, cos I realized that friends don't do that! Friends, and people who love you in general, would never want you to be hurt or to get in trouble doing something than you know and they know it's morally/ethically wrong, illegal or that will hurt you physically or emotionally. So many times I preferred to lose a fake friend than to get in trouble for a bad prank or something like that. Now I am older, I realize that was the best decision cos those weren't good people anyways. Once I did get blackmailed into doing something for someone I loved tough...because love can blind you, and manipulative and abusive people/boyfriends/girlfriends can play with your mind, and take away your self-confidence and self-steem. Here is it if you would like to see:

https://atrixfromice.tumblr.com/post/703143258780516352/the-terrifying-truth-of-

I'm still dealing with the sequels of this painful and traumatic experience. And guilt still haunts me, I still regret of that...

But thanks goodness it's been almost a year I've been almost a year I don't see my ex, and I've learned a lot from that experience. I've learned that find real friends (people who truly loved me and cared about me, and always want the best for me) I need to be myself, and be loyal and firm with my morals and ethics. And to love yourself fist, so others can love you. So, don't let others change your moral ideologies! And give yourself love, and give your love, respect and admiration only to the people who deserve it; the people who treat you with the same love, respect and dignity you give them! That's what I've been doing since a good time, and it has worked exceptionally. Since I started to do that, I wouldn't say that all, but most of people I've met have been nice to me so far.

And my best advice to identify rea great friends from fake or toxic ones is, friends would never want to hurt you!

* will never want to make you do something you think it will hurt you (either physically or emotionally) or that it's againts your moral values, or that will get you in trouble with someone, or that will get your in danger.

*Will never be jealous of your sucess. If something cool and amazing happens to you, they’ll always be happy about it. They will always help you to achieve your dreams, and you’ll do the same for them.

*They will give you your personal espace. They will never want to absorb all your attention or being jealous cos you spend time with other people. And if someday they feel left aside (cos sometimes humans tend to give good friends for granted so it might arrive) they will always struggle to let you know how they feel in a gentle and calm way. They will never search to get nto a fight with you.

*They will be there in the good and the bad times. If they only come when things seem cool and nice for you and flee and never comfort you on bad moments, or only comes to you when they’re having a bad time or to ask you money/favors, then that’s not a real friend. A real friend loves and cares about you the same way they love and care for themselves. So they’re with you in all your moments, the good, the bad, the scariest and saddest ones.

* The relationship will be uplifting for both of you.They will enjoy to talk about stuff you both like, but you both also have to be open minded to try the hobbies and likes of each other from time to time. Your friend will give you energy and happiness, and vice-versa, they’ll also feel happy and fullfilled when you’re arround.

This also applies to your family, boyfriend/girlfriend, and all your relationships in general.

#friends #psychology #reflexions #life learning #life lessons #an advice from an abused woman #abused woman

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auideas · 2 years

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Hello, I recently watched the movies ‘Grave Encounters’ and ‘Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum’ and was wondering if you guys had any ideas related to a group exploring a haunted mental asylum or a hospital or smthg of the sort where they showcase it live? Like, kinda similar to those two? Thank you!

Great prompt (and amazing movies!). Let’s get right into it:

(P.S. Here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for: A. Admin Kasi’s first post! Show her some love below~)

Character A is always trying to please others. They fall for societal pressure way too easily, so when the popular kids dare Character A and their friends to go into the local abandoned hospital there’s no way they can turn it down. Armed with nothing but a camera and huge dreams, Character A and their friends make their way into the hospital.

Everyone had heard about the abandoned mental hospital in Character A’s town; the place was practically the stuff of legends. Older kids used it to scare the younger ones, with stories exaggerated with terrifying figures seen from windows, mysterious disappearances, and strange noises heard from the building at night. Ready to find out if it’s really just a myth, a not-so-well-known local ghost hunting team makes it their mission to prove that the rumors just might be true.

A group of friends go camping, the last trip of their summer vacation before they go to college. Unfortunately for this group, they happen to stumble upon an opening for an abandoned bunker. With only an old video camera brought along for memories, the group makes their way into the bunker to find that everything is not what it seems.

For this rag-tag group of ghost hunters, nothing it too scary. Well… mostly because they haven’t found any ACTUAL evidence of ghosts yet. Determined to gather views for their channel, the group goes to, what is supposed to be, the most haunted building in the country. Unsurprisingly, it’s chock full of ghosts, demons and all kinds of grumpy entities. Now the group must safely escape with the evidence… and their lives!!!

Everyone knows of the “One Night Stand” The game show that challenges its contestants to stay in a haunted asylum as long as possible. In order to escape with your lives, the morbid show requires each player to continuously videotape their time in the asylum. All the pranks and scary things to happen are staged, but in the new episode’s location, the pranks become out of control. Things start happening, ghosts start showing up and contestants start dying. Now a harmless game show becomes a fight for survival. The biggest question is: Who will win?

Ghost hunting group hears about a mysterious stranger offering a great reward to make it through the night in their haunted castle. The challenge was said to be unbeatable, as comments online expressed the horror in their experiences. Now, ready to try it for themselves, the ghost hunting group accepts the challenge and spend the night in the castle; only to be tormented by the undead.

Here’s some additional ideas from Admin M as well (it’s just too good a prompt!):

As an adopted Character A comes of age, they decide it’s time to track their biological lineage. They didn’t have many issues in the beginning, but Character A encounters roadblock after roadblock when attempting to catalogue information about their long lost uncle who worked as a doctor in the northeast. The only scrap of evidence Character A comes across states their uncle had a residency at Murdock Hospital (a since defunct asylum for the criminally insane). They vow to take a trip to the hospital in an attempt to retrieve any further evidence of their lineage; however, they discover far more than they expected.

The abandoned hospital on the hill was off-limits to the entire town; “go there, and you’ll die a slow and painful death.” No one really believed the rumors until the young people of the town began disappearing one by one after they undertook the “Nightlock Bet,” wherein you had to spend 12 hours in the hospital from 8AM to 8PM. This seemed like the start of a particularly run-of-the-mill horror film, but members of the community slowly begin to uncover the nature of this facility, revealing that this abandoned hospital once experimented with radiation to cure sicknesses of the mind. People weren’t going in and disappearing without a trace: they were actually enduring radically-accelerated radioactive decomposition, rendering them dead within 4 hours and dust in 10.

“We just wanted to chill out in peace, okay? Signing a lease on an apartment and then living for another 70 years without ageing isn’t really conducive to maintaining a consistent public image, okay? So, myself and the other local immortals decided to purchase one of the oldest properties in the area (the abandoned mental hospital) so we could spruce it up in a few spare rooms, leaving the rest untouched so it would act as a deterrent for the locals. The thing is, kids don’t really care about that stuff, so little bastards have been trying to document the interior of our house for months now. It goes without saying that we’re well-within our rights to scare them off -- granted we aren’t seen, of course.” AU

At first, they all thought it was the ecstasy making the young adults at the rave hallucinate, but they couldn’t deny what they saw that night. The body tumbled down the massive stairwell at the abandoned mental hospital on the night of their first illegal rave in the space, but when they all watched the body hit the bottom, it passed straight through the floor. If they listened closely enough, they’d realize the body kept falling down non-existent stairs, far below their feet.

Large buildings are difficult to come by in towns as small as theirs, so it made sense that a new elementary school would use the skeleton of the old abandoned hospital to start their project. All that was left was to bring in some assessors to deem if the building was safe enough to add to: contractors, designers, OSHA certifiers, and those psychics, of course. What? You know this is hallowed ground, right? We can’t have the ghosts interacting with the kids.

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cynthiaandsamus · 1 year

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The Linkle List!

Linkle @linklewinklewoman has been generous enough to gift a present to every single visitor currently at the villa! After all the guests pull from the lottery to pick their present, these are the results!

Pranks

The box opens and white snow like confetti launches out to cover the receiver.

"Ahh! ...w-wait, that's it? I thought a snow golem was going to come out and strip me naked and pull me into a frozen wasteland~ Oh well... it's fun to dream~"

Inside the big box is a slightly smaller wrapped box. Inside that box is a slightly smaller wrapped box. Inside that box is a slightly smaller box. This would continue until a truly tiny box is the last which has a tiny folded note. It says "The Game".

"I've been duped! I've been schmecledorfed! I have lost the game!!"

It is an envelope with a letter from the "Tiny Heiney Committee". It is denying your request to join as your butt is too small. They suggest joining the "Itty Bitty Teenie Weenie Tiny Heiney Commitee"

"This has to be a mistake, nothing about me is small... but maybe I'll install an ass upgrade for the new year just in case..."

It's a tiny speaker like in those singing cards. It's reciting the Bee Movie script. All of it. It will only stop when the batteries run out.

"Which of my enemies can I send this to in place of a hex this year?"

Classic pie to the face.

"Ack! I got a pie facial! I can't let my cosplay fans see this or they'll meme me forever!"

A bottle of dehydrated water.

"What is the meaning of this!? No matter, a soldier must acquire their own provisions I suppose, plus free bottle."

Rogard is staring at you from inside the box.

"Hello, tiny chicken. Wonder if I can Mega Evolve you..."

It looks like a bag of candy, but the candy has beremoved and re-wrapped with rocks.

"Oh nice, candy... wait... this isn't rock candy is it? It's rocks..."

A note saying "She is coming for you. Run!" Shadow Linkle may be targetting you.

"Uh-oh... I heard about these pranks... I'm in danger."

It seems to be a link to a video. At first it looks like a sexy strip tease from Linkle. But then Jesus steps in front of the video and looks at you disappointed.

"DAMNIT JESUS GET OUT OF MY WAY I WANNA SEE THE FARM GIRL TITTY!"

Treats

A Honey Bun, fresh made!

"Oh yummy! It's gonna go straight to my butt, but it's worth it!"

Gingerbread Metroid. Zebes helped with this one!

"Well well, how seasonal. It is pretty cute, I'll have to give the boy thanks later as well."

Bread that looks like a little Cucco.

"Oh yeah, bird bread! I'll make sure this one doesn't get used in on of Ruby's food fights."

Cream filled eclair. Do not make the dick joke.

He's quietly sucking the cream out of it, like draining a prey animal, kind of terrifying actually, though the stray cream on his cheek is cute.

A fruit cake!

"Oooh, I've heard of these! Aren't these things supposed to be indestructible?" She's dribbling it like a basketball before sinking her shark teeth into it.

A chocolate cake pop covered in white icing.

"Oh this looks yummy!" She starts licking the icing off, obliviously suggestive and earning herself some stares.

Honey Glazed Meat!

"Meat huh? Maybe I can share it with Risky and her crew, I know pirates love the meat stuff, bring 'em some fruit to ward off the scurvy and we'll have a holiday feast!"

Apple Pie

"Pie! There's nothing like a nice warm pie on a winter night! I'll get some ice cream and we'll make it a la mode, maybe Cynthia will behave if I share some with her, she's always saying she wants some of my pie."

Carrot Cake

"Hmmm, I don't think I've ever had this before. Well the holidays are for trying new things. Linkle's cooking's never let me down before!"

Egg Pudding

"Huh, so you can make pudding out of eggs eh? It's so jiggly! I'mma just jiggle it a bit more before I eat..."

Honey Candy Bag

"I knew this was coming, but it's not always the surprise that's the best part, sometimes it's the joy of the moment. And it does taste quite good..."

Candy Apple

"Oh shit I dropped it in my cleavage. Anybody want to lick caramel off my boobs while I finish this apple?"

Nutcake. Don't.

"L-Linkle's homemade cake... I'll eat it slowly and treasure it!"

Pumpkin Pie

"Oh wow! We were never able to grow pumpkins in Littner village, I can't wait to try this!"

Wildberry Crepe

"Hmmm, a crepe huh? Well I do love berries, maybe I can teach the girls to make these."

Monster Cake

"How cute! It looks just like one of senpai's doodles, I'm gonna wreck this thing, but I'll see if Uzaki wants some first."

Takoyaki

"Oh, one of my favorites! The duel academy cafeteria doesn't make 'em like this!"

Sweet Dango

"Hmmm, usually I'm not much for sweets but these are pretty good." She's idly throwing the sticks at a bulls-eye target as she finishes them.

Pumpkin Soup

"Oh I've heard a lot of buzz about Linkle's famous pumpkin soup, just the thing to keep us warm on a cold winter night! Maybe I'll have Torkoal keep it warm so we can spoon it out for a while."

Stamina Potion

"I don't know how effective a stamina potion is for an android, I'd hate to have it gum up my body like the fish incident, but I'm sure I'll find a use for it."

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