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anantaru · 17 days

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so guys 🙋🏻‍♀️🌸 i have finished the entire new quest at last and omg 👼🏼 like this was outstanding!! you see, what i really enjoy about star rail is that it gives me similar vibes to hi3 in terms of the darkness in the plot, since hi3 is my favorite hoyo game i always love seeing stuff from it or just similar instances. SO YOU KNOW FOR A FACT I WAS SO HYPED WHEN ACHERON SHOWED UP 🤺 especially with the hi3 story with kiana as the mc being over and although i still love hi3 the most, kiana, mei and bronya, that trio, they were all the best characters together AAAARGHHH I SWEAR AND JUST THE ENTIRE STORY LINE WAS SOOO GOOD, I miss them all together as a trio and especially kiana, the best hoyo MC FOR LIFE. 🙋🏻‍♀️🩷

also 🤠 ^^ that frame with sunday and dr ratio like 😙😙 WAS SO FUNNY I HAD TO SS IT. 🤺

the amount of cutscenes we got to see again was so fun, it felt like watching a movie slowly unfold while you got to be a part of it 🩷 you can tell that hoyoverse gets better and better with each update on whatever game and that the cutscenes are always so well done (i always liked them but the constant upgrades ??? insane) 🙏🏻

+ the acheron one shotting aventurine lmao 🧎🏻‍♀️ it was my favorite though ngl HAHA 🙋🏻‍♀️🩷 no matter how much i like aventurine as a character, MEI OMG MEEEIIIIII 👹🩷 SHE WILL FOREVER BE MY LOVE LIKE I KNOW ITS ACHERON BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN !!!!! 🙇🏻‍♀️ LIKE THE CUTSCENE WITH HER HORNS OH MY GOOOD THE NOSTALGIA LIKE YES GO OFF SHOW THEM

also guys, idk but aventurine's boss fight, 🤠 i personally expected more like it was so easy to beat ?! I THOUGHT I WOULD STRUGGLE BUT HE DIED PRETTY QUICKLY BUT ITS FINE, I STILL LIKE HIS CHARACTER 🌸🙋🏻‍♀️. + i was happy hoyoverse showed us his backstory and took their time to flash it out and not gloss over it in idk one/two scenes, but they really took their time with it which was amazing 🩷

also jade looks so cool as well! the design is very pretty and i can't wait to see diamond too, or the rest of the ten stonehearts but they're hyping diamond up so much like another emanator?? yes please, i'm all in🧎🏻‍♀️🩷

this entire quest gave me movie vibes, you were on edge the entire time and even during side quests you had to take, it was still very intense. it actually took me quite a bit to finish it of course since i'm someone who doesn't skip dialog, but it was so worth it and the best way to relax after a long day of moving my body 🩷 just laying in bed, playing while drinking tea!!

what i wanted to say too, guys honestly sunday is not okay HAHAHAHAHAHAH 🌝 I MEAN LIKE you guys🧎🏻‍♀️, that shiver in his voice at times and you can tell he low-key doesn't even know how to handle all of that either, of course, for one he looks like everything is accounted for while in the other, he sounds like he's losing his mind and can we blame him ???? when he went "why did you kill her" and lowkey cussed gallagher out i was like damn 🤠 okay 😏 HAHA + i'm somebody that doesn't think too much about theories, instead i love eagerly waiting for the next patch!! so i'm excited for what's coming 🩷 + robin's song slaps.

last but not least 🤺 you see, gallagher wasn't really somebody i was very interested in, but damn the second he turned dangerous and spicy i went oh my oh hey what's up ?? 😏 giggles HAHA LIKE WHAT IS IT ABOUT MEN WHO ARE JUST SUDDENLY EVIL AND IDK MAYBE HE ISNT COMPLETELY RIGHT AAAAAA OOOOO UUUU WWWWW AAAAA but anyways, 🌸 the last cutscene low-key hurt me like what do you mean sunday gets off screened while i was saving up for him for what? 👹 ever since fuxuan like how can you do this to me + no way they're dead dead 🤠because the last conversation aventurine had with acheron was very important to the next patch i'm pretty sure! 🩷

all in all guys!! 🩷 this quest was beautifully done, it had a lot of hard, dark stuff and it reminded me a lot of hi3, that's why i give it a 10/10, very well done. 🌸🩷

#، 𝜗𝜚 —￤ yoru plays [honkai star rail] ⋆#honkai star rail spoilers #hsr spoilers

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Ok, so I have been so hyper fixated on trigun this year, and while I’m not seeing Trigun on your character list, but I saw you answered an ask for it, and I’m not 100% sure what your hard limits are for dark and dark adjacent content, and like trauma related headcanons/character reactions (or if this even technically counts as dark content?) so I’m gonna chance it and throw in a request for Vash and Wolfwood reacting to either finding out and/or running into the reader’s abusive ex, and just idk, how understanding they would try to be about things like trying to avoid startling them, giving the reader some time to ease into sexual and emotional intimacy, etc. and if they would get particularly protective, or even (probably more in Wolfwood’s case) vengeful about it, about it if they did run into said ex.

(if you don’t feel comfortable doing it 100% fine, I get it, and either way I appreciate all the writing you do! Also you’ve lowkey got me considering checking out some new shows, and manga like Bluelock, and you’ve got me thinking about RWBY for the first time in a while ngl)

I'm okay with mentioning darker topics but I don't go too into detail with them.

Pairing: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Fem!Reader

Tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, abusive ex, protectiveness, kissing, intimacy issues

A/N: Blue Lock is fucking crazy, crazy fun. And RWBY has gotten pretty dark and depressing lmao.

VASH

He's a very touchy, happy guy so he was a little surprised when you recoiled from his touch

Not a violent or even confrontational guy by any means, he'd much rather talk things out then have to point his gun at someone but... if you're scared of something, or someone he gets serious

Very slow when he approaches you from behind and always announces himself beforehand

Forehead kisses, he can never give you enough of them when he sees you feeling stressed

Not much of a cook, he can make food but its nothing fancy as far as comfort food goes

When you're shaking he places his red coat over you and bundles you up in it all warm and cozy, wrapped in his scent

Tries to remove you and himself from your ex after he finds out the story behind it, no reason you should be around them for a moment longer, they don't deserve to even look at you

If they keep bothering you he will walk up to them with a calm smile on his face

He doesn't look nearly as scary when he's smiling so they wouldn't expect him pull his gun out and press it against the side of their chin

Seeing your ex sweeting bullets while Vash smiles at you and wraps his arm around you makes your heart flutter and your eyes water

NICHOLAS

He waits for you to touch him rather then him touching you, as much as he wants to he knows what its like to have bounderies crossed

Knows he's a little scary, with that almost permeant scowl he has on his face

Its good for business but not so good when he's trying to make friends, or more in your case

He's not the kind of guy to ask many questions when he sees that someone is making you uncomfortable, or even scared

Good at reading body language, he doesn't have to ask you if there's anything wrong, he can see it by your stiff posture, your hands bunched up across your chest, flinching when the other person leans in or raises their hand

On his watch no one, no matter who they are or were to you, get to reduce you to such a state of fear and get away with it without bruises

His hands will end up bloody and bruises by the time he's done beating up your ex in the back of the bar, where they can moan in pain all they want

You feel bad about Nicholas so you to wash and bandage his hands

He won't tell you not to, he knows how much you worry about him and how much you like helping him out

But once you are done he will slowly and gently wrap his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against his body, he might be a Punisher to others but you never need to be afraid of him, to you he will be your protector

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 3 months

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That was it.

(a new post? it's been months, bro!)

What -- Daryl had a dream featuring You. It's thrown him a little, ngl.

When -- the first day Daryl is bedridden following his two falling trips down the ridge in the episode Chupacabra. In the Slowpoke Series, it's a few hours after Redemption Arcs, which takes place the morning after Thank you, angel...

Who's in this one? -- Daryl, You, Carl, Lori

Perspective -- POV 3rd person Daryl

Relationships -- slow burn, currently platonic-but-confused Daryl x equally oblivious Reader

Pronouns - she/her

TWs -- some language, and reference to Daryl's childhood neglect, and ghastly screenshots with poor editing XD

Masterlist -- Official one here and Chronological one here

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Her knock was recognizable and he got a rush in his stomach when he knew she was there. Three or four knocks, a pause, then one or two more knocks with some kind of greeting. This time, is was: “Daryl, you up for visitors?”

Was he ‘up for visitors?’

Ain’t like he’s some old dude in a nursing home, why would—oh shit, did this mean they found Sophia? Was Sophia the visitor?? “What is it?”

“It’s Carl’s first field trip out of bed other than for the toilet.”

“Y/N,” came Carl’s groan through the shut door.

“Carl,” she teased back back in the same tone of voice. “Mr. Dixon’s in the same boat, nerd, no leavin’ bed excepting for the facilities.”

Speaking for himself, the kid finally said, “I wanted to go see you first, Mr. Dixon.”

“Just—come in already,” Daryl grunted. He'd already tugged his bedsheets as high as they'd go, he was ready as he could get.

The knob turned, and as the two of them slowly walked in. He made himself relax when the nerves hit him at seeing Y/N.

It's stupid. His dumb ass started getting nervous around her this morning. Nervous around Y/N, of all the people here!

Daryl noticed Lori hovering by the doorway while Y/N and Carl walked in. She explained, “We don’t want to crowd you like yesterday. And we won’t stay too long, Y/N, Maggie and I will be going out for another sweep of our grid.”

The boy had more color than he did the other day when Daryl went to see him, which was good.

"The head wrap stuff they gave you looks cool," the kid told him. "I'm glad you didn't get hurt worse than you were. I heard you got hurt pretty bad." Slowly, Carl made his way to Daryl’s bedside and seemed beat doing it. “I would go out to help search today if I could. I was the only one of us who—well, other than you—who hasn’t gone out looking today. Beth’s older sister and Jimmy and his mom went, too.”

“Well, Mags came with us,” Y/N filled in. “Jimmy looked around the property and its perimeter only, but that’s because he got in trouble yesterday for joinin’ without permission. His mama searched with him to keep the peace.”

As the news hovered, rolled over him, then sunk in, it felt to Daryl as if were making him sink deeper into the mattress where he lay bandaged, bruised, and not much use to anyone.

He’d nearly died trying to find that little girl yesterday, found her doll. And after just about everyone went out searching today, and all them people came back with zip.

Daryl hated feeling helpless, and now he felt helpless, annoyed and angry.

Really, they all went out searching, and somehow all came back with nothing?

Carl kept chatting to him, but to his credit, Daryl didn’t snarl at him to shut up.

“I would’ve wanted to go to target practice, too. Did you know Mr. Douglas knows how to use guns? He told me he was an instructor, he’d started learning way a long time ago after something bad happened to this guy named Ronny King.”

“Rodney,” his ma corrected softly.

“I want to learn how to use a gun. How old were you when you learned, Mr. Dixon?”

Lori and Y/N reacted to the question in their own ways.

Y/N peeked at Lori and it looked like she was shrinking into her neck like a turtle as she walked to the window to get the stool for Carl to sit on.

Lori saw, shook her head and took it from Y/N’s hands, citing, “Let me, honey.” She placed it behind her son, then told him sternly, “You were just shot. Now’s not the time to discuss you using a gun.”

“But Mo—”

“We can talk about that with Dad later, okay, bud?”

“Y/N started learning to shoot when she was 8.”

That made Daryl blink, and it distracted him from his annoyance. His square, chick friend learned about using guns when she was 8?

Y/N gave her nephew a warning stare. “I learned because my own mama in our own circumstances made a decision for me that she determined would help keep me safe, the same way your mama’s makin’ one for you.”

He jut out his chin a little. “I would be safer with one. And I thought Shane taught you?”

“S-Sometimes babysitting me meant us goin’ to the range,” she allowed, eyeing Lori for help.

“Carl,” his ma told him, and with a look firm enough to make a nun cower. “That’s enough interrogating your aunt. We will talk about this with Dad when you’re able to leave bed for more than a few yards.”

“Okay,” the kid apologized, head lowering. “Sorry Mom, sorry Y/N.”

There were about three seconds of silence, tops, when the boy next asked Daryl, “Do you still think Sophia’s alive?”

Y/N froze, Lori tilted her head and looked Daryl in the eye warily.

As for Carl himself, he at least seemed hopeful. “If you could stay okay for nine days when you were a kid, Sophia can stay okay for five.”

Y/N’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. He'd told her the other day about it, then decided Carl should know to keep his spirits up.

Lori, who knew nothing about this, looked alarmed. “You went missing for nine days as a child, Daryl?” she repeated.

Daryl nodded, getting dizzy when he did. Wasn’t no big secret, just some dumb mistake he made when he was little. He'd figured that Carl staying hopeful and expecting people to find Sophia would keep the rest of the people here searching.

Y/N already knew about Daryl’s little nine-day accident, and Andrea; might as well let Lori in on it if it meant more people wouldn’t give up on Sophia.

“Yeah, nine days. Was perfectly fine, and that was with me bein’ nowhere near as sharp as Sophia, and without miles of farmhouses and shit around.” Daryl figured exaggerating might help Carl feel happy, so he added, “I was dumber than a post, and even I got away with only an itchy ass from using poison oak as toilet paper.”

It did make the kid smile, but then Carl whispered as if he was nervous, “Quarter.”

Y/N wasn’t nervous at all. “Two of ’em.”

Oh, right. Daryl had forgotten about the no-cuss-around-kids rule.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” is how Lori responded quietly to Daryl, then to his relief, she changed the subject back to asking Y/N how target practice went.

“Lore, did you know Teddy was good with guns?” Y/N shared. “I’d had zero idea.”

“He and Shane talked about being instructors on one of the first nights at the quarry.”

“Man, I missed that whole conversation.”

Lori smiled and began to fix the extra blanket that was crumpled on the side of Daryl’s bed.

Daryl almost missed what was being said because he was distracted by how casually nice that was. Damned thoughtful.

It was that moment when he noticed how he’d grown pretty okay with shooting the shit with these people. Wouldn’t seek it out, probably, but he wasn’t crawling out of his skin, neither. He really liked that the kid wanted to see him, too. It helped him feel like he wasn’t as big an asshole as he felt.

“You, Amy and Glenn were busy playing ‘I never’, if I’m remembering it.” Lori spread blanket out at the foot of the bed and folded it in an accordion-type way. “Either that night or the—no, sorry, it was the night everyone started talking about Bigfoot, the kids were sitting around you three. That was one of the first nights, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, right! We used up all the Tapatío, and this guy mentioned his chupacabra.” Y/N stuck the tip of her tongue out and lightly bit it, grinning big.

“Luis and me got so freaked out that night!” Carl joined in, suddenly as energetic as a little bunny-rabbit. “His older cousin told him all about Okefenokee Swamp, and, and the gators and the Pig Man and the Thing!”

“Your Aunt Evie and I camped with Grammy and Grandad at Okefenokee lots of times when I was a girl,” Lori told them both with a smile in her eyes. “Never saw the Pig Man or the Swamp Thing.”

“But they saw her,” Y/N mouthed to Carl. “Thank God we lived more upstate.”

That, Daryl could agree with, he even made a hum.

He was from way up north, close to the Tennessee border. But with this group that he’d stuck with for who-knows-why, to get to Fort Benning they’d driven far enough southwest that they was basically in Alabama.

“Yeah, you’re from further north, too, right?” Y/N sighed. “I’m so darn homesick, man. We’re just about on the fall line now, aren’t we? Driving to the city was one thing, close enough to home, but the roundabout, southwest mess we made trying to get to stupid Fort Benning was—w-we’re basically in Alabama!”

…His thoughts exactly.

“We’re further from Lake Lanier down here, though,” Carl said. Sounded like he was both trying to cheer her up and rib her. Inside joke most likely, Daryl guessed.

Y/N shivered at the name but couldn’t stop herself from breaking into a smirk, which made Carl crack up. After making a face at him, she looked at Daryl. “Dude, you’d have had a good time at practice.” Her smile grew and she leaned toward him. “As soon as it was time to try hittin’ the targets, Jimmy tried to shoot his pistol sideways.”

“What, all gangster?” he grunted back, glad that he wasn’t alone with her again. He liked didn’t mind being alone with her, but he obviously got smacked in the head a little too hard yesterday, seeing as he felt all nervous around her now. Really nervous. Like, so goddamned nervous, man, it’s good the boy and Lori are here, otherwise he’d be barely able to look her in the eyes.

Give it a day or two, he’d be fine.

“Teddy thinks Jimmy will have to undo Hollywood and video game gun stuff the next couple lessons.” She scrunched her nose, and wondered out loud, “Don’t know why that’s what they show in movies so often, that’s irresponsible firearm use. Oh! But the angled aim I guess is needed when one’s using a riot shield, right?”

His mouth lifted into a grin. Y/N could be such a square.

With that, she yawned and leaned on the side of the bed, causing it to dip down slightly. Daryl’s heart did a funny jolting type thing when she did, he inhaled too quickly as a result, which hurt his stiched side and bruised or broken ribs, so he then winced as a result of that.

“How long do we have ’til we head out again, Lore? I’m hittin’ my limit. Looks like Carl’s crashing, too, you doing okay, baby?”

The conversation that followed didn’t reach his head, Daryl was too distracted. The, um, the movement of the bed dipping as Y/N relaxed and reached back to massage her shoulder caused the memories from last night and the dream that followed to whoosh back to Daryl even harder.

His heartbeat did that funny thing again. And the helpless feeling he’d had, with its anger and annoyance, whittled away bit by bit.

A weird sensation replaced it.

He wasn’t sure that it was, but it felt like it was pressing him even further into the mattress.

So, the dream he had last night: Y/N was…laying down with him.

Nothing was going on, her arm was simply wrapped around him and he could feel her heartbeat against his chest. He remembers pressing his mouth to her head for a second, then she reached her hand to brush it across his temple or whatever, and they just laid there. That was it.

Really, that was it, the whole dream, nothing else went on. And he relieved but also...disappointed when he first woke up, saw the bed empty beside him, and figured out it was just a dream, ain’t that bullshit? Then he listened to Y/N's breathing where she lay on the air mattress and couldn't fall back asleep for what felt like a while.

He was all screwed up, wasn't he?

Granted, two days ago, her shirt had been soaked after they’d got caught in the storm and the outline of everything was clear as damn day. Like, sure, he’d turned his eyes away, but he’d still seen it and liked it! Then, yesterday during their argument when they’d suddenly been standing all close, he’d randomly imagined gripping her waist and crashing his mouth against hers before cupping her face so he could see if her cheeks were as soft as they looked, like what the in the balls was his deal? He ain’t mature enough to be friends with a chick or something? It’s never been a problem before, he used to barely even notice or care when he thought someone looked nice.

Her calling him all them pet names yesterday was enough, but, like, what was last night?

She literally massaged him. Who does that?

The massage had felt as if there were an angel, don’t get him wrong, he’d been in so much pain. But being touched so gently but so…close, and right on his bare skin, it made him feel something similar to scared.

It wasn’t ‘scary’ in that sense, that’s not it, it felt…weird. Again, he didn’t know how to phrase it.

Worse still was that he thinks he accidentally called Y/N “angel.”

Out loud.

He still ain’t sure, his sleep was too disjointed to tell if he was awake or not, but — she’d started massaging his feet, he knew that much! His feet had hurt so bad that he’d almost cried again when she’d started to rub them because it was just such relief.

Fast forwarding to this morning, when he’d made his managed to power his way all by himself out of bed (oh, it hurt like a bitch) and out of his room to find the pisser, of course the first thing he saw when he opened the door was Y/N, all sleepy-eyed, messy-haired, and wrapped in a blanket like he was.

And, of course, the first thing she did was help him walk by putting her good arm around his back. He could feel her warmth and heartbeat beside his chest again, and when he turned his head, his mouth collided with her head. Kinda hurt. And she smelled good.

But all that sent the dream he’d had, the one where she was laying next to him, crashing back all at once.

Plus the fear that she’d see him in his boxers again and/or notice how his morning wood (ain’t his fault, he’d only just woken up and he had to take a whiz real bad!) was the only thing pinging through his mind as she walked him to the toilet.

Then when her brother dropped off some of his stuff from his tent, he had a sneaking suspicion it was Y/N who’d been the one to gather it up. Mainly because she’d been the one who promised him someone would bring him some things, but also because nail clippers and a toothbrush were on top of the pile.

He then got the dumb idea in his head to be embarrassed at how his tent wasn’t real clean.

The past four days were batshit crazy; getting all nervous around a chick — probably the only person he truly feels okay with around here — is the stupidest damn thing. Still, he never had a person he felt so damn comfortable with other than Uncle Jesse, his little cousin, Merle, and his old lady neighbor from when he was a kid.

So much happened with Y/N the past few days. It was like they’d been stripped and beaten together, but got back home in one piece. He even hallucinated her talking to him when he’d fallen down the ridge. And that’s not even bringing up how he’d been chill with her seeing his scars yesterday, which was only after he okayed Dr. Farmer literally teaching her how do literal goddamn stitches on him!

Almost like yesterday, Daryl could imagine the way Merle would bust his balls. “I can’t tell if you’re actin’ like a little boy clinging to the kid who was nice to ’em on the jungle gym, or a clueless virgin nervous around the girl who’ll look him in the eyes long enough.”

Lucky for him, Carl wondered out loud: “Maybe Jimmy wanted to practice shooting sideways,” so Daryl was able to shut his mind up.

Next, Carl, who definitely looked ready to hit the sack, started miming holding a gun and aiming it to the side (as opposed to shooting it forward, just cocked to the side like Jimmy had, according to Y/N).

“No, ya nerd, like this,” Y/N snorted, and held out her good arm as if she were aiming a gun forward, then twisted her wrist sideways.

“Oh, the cool way to shoot!”

“Nooo.”

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sammysam444 · 6 months

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Captain John Price + Mask Wearing User.

Summary: you had an accident in the military that left your face scarred for good, once you had recovered you began self doubting your looks and thought it would be for the best if you wore a mask for the rest of your life.

(Btw I have never wrote stuff like this before so give me tips or let me know if you have any comments about this)

Warnings: Some angst, fluff, scar mentions, blood, kissing, gn!reader (thats it pretty much ngl)

Price was sat with the team on a table in the mess hall, talking and chatting mindlessly about anything really. Everyone stopped talking when you had walked in and joined them on the table, Price faced you and smiled “Good morning, Y/N” He greeted you and you only gave a simple ‘Morning’ and nodded towards him.

The guys continued their endless chatter but Price’s mind was busy with thoughts of you. When you first joined the Task Force, he knew about the mask, being that Laswell was the one who mentioned it when he received your file and spotted that there was no picture of you. He was of course curious at first and somewhat nagged Laswell to tell him why, but when she insisted on it being a privet matter, he stopped asking. But now as he is sat at the table he can’t help but wonder why did you hide your face, was it because you didn’t like your face? Is it because you have a dark past like Ghost? His mind went back and forth but he never had the courage to ask you.

And that all changed when night time came and he was standing in the hallway of his quarters and smoking a cig near a window. He was in deep thoughts but suddenly he snapped out of when he heard a door click open, he saw you walking out of your quarters as well but without the mask on.

Price froze in his place, not knowing what to do, should he make himself present? Say something or keep quiet? But that was a little too late when you spotted him by the window and your eyes met his. His gaze lingered on you, taking in your exposed face, the soft glow of the moonlight that was escaping from the window landed perfectly on you, outlining your features. He felt his heart beat quicken, your eyes were so mesmerising , your eyelashes were long and thick, your plump lips and the scars that were spread across your face.

He didn’t notice it at first but you began slowly retreating into your quarters, you felt your breath get caught in your throat, and before you knew it, Price took few big strides, his body moving on its own when he gently grabbed your arm. “Y/N…” he spoke softly, his eyes roaming your face and then landing back onto your eyes. At this point your cheeks were flushed, the fact that he had seen you, and now he was this close made your heart start beating faster. Though you’d never admit it outloud but you had developed feelings for your Captain, and it began ever since you joined the team, he was perfect in your eyes, the way he smiled and small wrinkles would appear below his eyes, or the way his blue eyes would instantly land on you when you walked into the room. He made you feel all sort of fuzzy feelings and always left you with butterflies in your stomach.

You gulped, not knowing what to do or how to react in this situation, you were both standing in silence till he lifted his hand up and cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing over your scars that had healed long ago. It was almost as if he was trying to engrave each scar into his memory, the way some scars began around your eyes and ended on your cheek, or the one scar that was diagonally across your lips, you looked so… angelic. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and finally spoke up “Why would you hide this…?” He asked you, why would you ever hide a face this beautiful?

You sighed, looking down at the floor for a moment, trying to muster up a response “I guess I always felt like I had to cover it up…” you were never able to get used to it, each time you looked in the mirror you felt… conflicted, you didn’t hate the way you looked but you didn’t exactly like it either. You even hated the self doubt that came with it, convincing yourself that nobody will ever love the way your scarred face looked, so you took the easy way out and instead covered your identity with a black balaclava. “How…?” Price mumbled, and when you didn’t reply for a second he continued “I meant how did you get these… scars?” He continued.

“JUMP PRIVET!” The pilot screamed at you as the helicopter’s red light kept flashing, followed by the alarm that was blaring. The chopper you were in was shot and it was falling to the ground at a fast pace. Your teammates had long jumped from the chopper and landed safely with their parachutes but now? There were none left, you were waiting for the right moment to jump, preferably before the chopper itself hit the ground and exploded into a million pieces but you were uncertain if you’d even make it out alive. Next thing you know the chopper landed in the sand with an explosion, the propeller flying off to god knows where, and you? Thrown out into the ground with huge force that you were sure you’d have a few fractures in your bones, your entire body was on fire (not literally), your body was acking furiously but most importantly your face… very small parts of the chopper had exploded off and some hit your face, with enough force to leave deep scars but not enough to hit any nerves. You called for help from your radio and right before you passed out from the exhaustion and blood loss, you heard several cars pull up, and next thing you know the medics were lifting you into a gurney and hurrying you into a car. The next day you had awoken in the base medical wing, the beeping monitor and the nurse that stood next to your bed who must have been taking your vitals, you looked up at her and groaned “God… where the fuck am I…?” You mumbled “Base medical wing.” The nurse replied, giving you a small smile “Glad to see you awake.” She spoke softly as she changed the empty IV bag, you froze once you saw your reflection in the glass window beside your bed… so many stitches and your face… you didn’t even know who you were looking at, couldn’t recognise yourself anymore. You held back a sob, looking away and staring at the white ceiling.

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked into his eyes “Mission gone wrong… the chopper fell and left me with these scars.” You mumbled, not wanting to go into extreme details. Price only nodded, his expression changing into one of sympathy and understanding, his thumb still caressing each scar “You look…” he trailed off “Beautiful.” He smiled softly, oh that smile of his… how it made your knees feel weak, your head instantly leaned into his touch, and you smiled back. You were sure at this point that you looked as red as a tomato but did it matter to you? No, not when you’re being held by Price himself. “Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” He murmured, and you nodded, maintaining eye contact with him “I think you’re are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He spoke with a genuine tone, “Can I…” he took a deep breath before he continued speaking “Can I kiss you…?” His face was inches from yours and you felt his warm breath hit your face, it smelled of his signature cig and a slight hint of whiskey. You nodded your head and he leaned in, his lips touching yours in a gentle kiss. As his lips were moving along yours, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, as he also wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. After some moment, both of you pulled back panting for air, and he had a crooked smirk on his face, “If you’re not busy tomorrow… maybe I can take you out on a date?” He asked, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight, “That would be lovely…” you smiled back, cupping his cheek and running your thumb along his beard.

#captain john price #cod x reader #call of duty #fanfic #fluff #hes so cute #john price x reader #i love dilfs #daddy issues

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pinkgy · 1 month

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My Top Best L Cards in the Game and Why

This top makes no sense, tbh i don’t use my brain when selecting cards and artifacts, I strictly only use L cards and L artifacts and that’s it.

And I absolutely despise those cards that have a super short range, and you will notice.

Chapter 6 is coming probably next month, and this is my contribution so y’all can be unbeatable ;D

I see that people in tumblr mix S and A cards with L cards and make super strong combinations, I don’t do that because I don’t know how to, and that’s something you will also notice

1. Bloodshed Beelzebub

Best card ever, no one can top this card.

This Beel by itself carries a whole battle, i use it as a tank, and it’s not a tank, it has a large range (even tho the card is described as a short range) and the ultimate attack it’s literally all you need to win ANY battle when used at the right time of course.

If you level up his passive skill beel replenishes HP, and if you pair the card with its respective artifact, it’s unbeatable.

I love this card sm

Recommendations

- Level up his Ultimate Attack to at least level 3 or 4

- If you don’t have his artifact (Cracked Sunglasses) you could also level up his Passive Skill.

- Level up the card to at least lv 89 (if you can)

- You can use him as a tank sometimes, but if you’re not, try to position him in a centralized area during battles.

2. Satan Bath and Satan Selfie

They are pretty much the same for me, so I decided to put both of them in the second place.

Satan Bath is a bit better tho.

They have a very large range, you can place them really far away from where the enemies spawn and they still attack them the moment they appear.

They both have really good Ultimate Attacks, and their Passive Attacks are both really good too.

These two are basics and they are saviors when you’re just starting in the game.

I usually place them as far as I can from the enemies’ spawning point so both satans can slowly weaken the enemies.

Recommendations

- You don’t have to level them up to 89 or even 90 for them to be super effective, you are good to go if you have them at 70.

- Their artifacts are OK, they are a slight plus, it’s nothing revolutionary so you don’t have to stress out if you don’t have them.

- Leveling up their default attacks is super helpful, I would recommend having them at least at lv4

- Their Ultimate Attacks are good at lv 2 or 3 at most, they are good by themselves.

- If you want to level up their passive attacks, prioritize Satan Bath, his is really good.

- Their HP is shit tho, there’s worst of course, but theirs is really bad, never use them as tanks.

2.5. Leviathan Selfie and Leviathan Attacker

Hear me out

HEAR ME OUT

I know many don’t like Levi’s cards because of their HP, but HEAR ME OUT

The sole reason his selfie card is this high is because of only one reason.

His artifact

Beat artifact in the game ngl, when I pulled those damn gloves for the 2nd time in the lesser key gacha I almost cried.

The card by itself is okay, and his ultimate attack is okay too.

I only have him in my regular deck because of his artifact.

Summarized, when you have his artifact there’s a chance where the enemies disappear.

The chance is low tho, but it has saved me sooo many times.

It also includes boss monsters.

Bloodshed Leviathan is also reaaaaally good.

His Ult attack kills anything excluding boss monsters, which is really helpful during those battles where you have to beat like 50 enemies.

His passive attack is meh, he becomes invincible for like 6 seconds every minute, which is not a lot.

His hp is decent at his highest and his attack power is pretty normal too, a bit better that the other Levi’s

For me the Bloodshed cards are the most solid cards in the game.

Recommendations

- Enhance Selfie Leviathan’s artifact

- Bloodshed Levi works normally at lv 70, but if you want to keep if in your deck I would recommend that you level him up at 89.

- I don’t have his artifact in my Erolabs account :( If someone in the notes can point out its characteristics so I can rank it I would be really grateful.

- He has a decent range like all Levi cards.

3. Attacker Leviathan and Attacker Beelzebub

They are in the same place not because they’re similar, but because I couldn’t decide which one was better.

Attacker leviathan is a bit better because it has a larger range, a better attack power and a better passive skill but Attacker Beel has a better Ult Attack and a Better HP.

I don’t have their artifacts so I can’t say how they are, if someone knows I would be super grateful if you could say it in the notes of his post.

I have both of them in my regular card deck, tbh I only have attacker Beel because his Ult Attack is reaaaaally good, it’s similar to the one from Bloodshed Beel.

I could say that Beelzebub has the best Ult Attacks in the game if Selfie Beel didn’t exist.

I’m going to replace Attacker Beel when I (hopefully) get attacker Satan.

Depending on what you want, you can decide which one you like the most, for me they stand equally.

Recommendations

- Leveling up Beel’s Ultimate Skill is gooood.

- Leviathan’s Ultimate Skill is really good because it his the enemies twice, it’s okay, nothing revolutionary.

3.5. Beelzebub Butt and Leviathan Bath

Come to think of it, this Beel might be better that Attacker Beel.

His Artifact is amazing, and his Ult Skill is also really good.

And his Default Attack is also pretty decent.

Butt Beel a decent card in general.

And about Bath Leviathan, he’s decent too, not too amazing, not too deficient.

I don’t have much to add, I barely use them.

Recommendations

- I wouldn’t prioritize this card in terms of leveling up skills and other things, but he’s a good base meanwhile other cards get released.

- I looooove his artifact.

- And if you can and if you have some extra tears, level up the Ult Skill.

- If you pair his Ultimate skill with Bloodshed Beel’s Ult Skill, you’re unstoppable.

- Leviathan Bath has a very good Default Skill, again, if you have some extra tears I recommend you to Level up this skill.

4. Mammon’s

As I said at the beginning of this post, I hate those cards that have a very short range, and all mammon’s are like that.

They work well as tanks, but Bloodshed Beel is a better tank than them.

And their attack power is terrible

I just don’t like them, I’m sorry.

Bath mammon is a bit better tho, but just a little bit and only because of his Ult Attack.

Recommendations.

- I don’t use this cards, but if you have no other choice, level up Mammon’s Bath Ult Skill, it’s really good in comparison of the others Ult Skills.

- That’s it, again, I don’t like his cards (but I love him)

5. Selfie Beelzebub

Hear me out, when I started playing Whb I got this card in the quiz, and he saved me during my beginnings.

I’m attached to this card, I’m sorry.

It feels wrong to say this, but I hate this card so much.

It was good at the beginning, but it got overwhelmed by the newer cards.

If I’m being honest, all the selfie cards got overwhelmed, I can only save Selfie Satan.

Recommendations

- Don’t

- Jk, if you have no other option, his Ult Skill is … okay.

- There’s better of course, many better, but there’s worse too.

6. Attacker Mammon and Attacker Satan

I’m putting them here because I don’t have this cards yet, but when I (hopefully) do someday, I’ll edit this post.

I can’t wait to get Attacker Satan, I looooove his cards and this artifact looks really good.

And Mammon’s artifact has to be one of the best artifacts in the game so far.

7. Christmas Gabriel, Raphael and Michael

Please bring them back.

They’re also here because I don’t have them.

8. S CARDS AND A CARDS

I don’t use them, sorry, I’m not intelligent enough to learn how to use them efficiently.

I will edit this post when I get other cards.

This is just my opinion y’all, but I would like to hear yours, let’s help each other :D

Also, this is my current deck.

I perfectly demonstrates that I don’t know how to play the battles.

Hope this helped !

#whb #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in “hell” is bad?#whb gameplay #useful pinkgy #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb mammon #whb leviathan

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skiplo-wave · 3 months

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Okay got done watching latest episode for walten files and man.

Martin has such a unique style. It reminds me of Amanda anaconda art style just more grostque, in good uncanny valley way. The improvement of his style is very nice. Voice acting and sound design too. The analog vhs style with buzzing and random skips, he’s pretty much mastered it.

On to actual plot. So this episode is flashback from when kids died to aftermath of it. Eddie and Molly souls are now in the doll they share together. Seemed they followed Felix whereever now he dumped them at the restaurant ( the coward).

Speaking of Felix three whole days since the accident. Bro dung three shallow graves. Tossed the kids belongs into river make it seem like they drowned. ( the bloody shoe got to me had pause the video ngl) Pussied out committing suicide which again why did you dig three holes Felix. Finally told Jack and Rosemary which, oof. To be a fly on wall from that. Did Jack beat Felix ass? Who knows. But at least what Felix done eats him up everyday until he became numb to it all. Did Sophie know? Maybe she did but with pills erasing all that trauma :(

On to trauma, Susan getting killed by Bon and her mangled body appearing in “ wonderland” good fucking god. And sound of her breathing! Deadass though Bon was sawing her body but no she’s just slowly suffocating in there!!! Rip to my theory of Bon being Jack lol Bon, the white guy ( literal) is new character? I’ll assume he was teased from website which I didn’t follow sorry. Anyway the hell is his motive? How he get here and why Bon burger of all places. Edd and Molly keep their distant from him which is good but sheesh!

Now I really need know what happened to Jack and if Bon had anything do with it. Or maybe they know which bodies since every soul needs a vessel. Theres two more episodes of season 1

Overall, well worth wait. Martin mention rest of episodes are finished but if he wants make changes or whatever go for it. I’ll be waiting

9/10

#the walten files #twf #martin walls #analog horror #skip reviews

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theemporium · 2 years

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Little blurby-

So everyone knows/thinks Billy is this scary guy dom guy. But I want smut with Billy when he’s been with you for a bit- it’s hot a sensual make out sessions…then the truth comes out. Your a virgin and nervous and embarrassed. Billy turns into this still dominate but sweet loving caring sexy man. And the rest is on you to write.

ahhh i am quite a sucker for soft billy ngl🥹enjoy!!

“Oh fuck.”

His hands were roaming over your body, squeezing and pulling you closer until the distance between you was practically non-existent. You were settled comfortably on his lap, the fabric of your dress bunched up at your hips and your knees digging into the couch on either side of his hip.

“So responsive,” Billy mused, a feline grin painted on his lips as he kissed the exposed skin along your neck, making his way back up until you were practically pulling his head towards you, lips meeting in a heavy and needy kiss.

“Shut up,” you murmured, cheeks heating up in embarrassment but you didn’t really care. Not with Billy, never with him.

“Watch that mouth, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling away enough to hear the small whine you let out. “Gonna put it to good use if you keep acting like a lil’ brat.”

It was a truly instinctive reaction, you didn’t even mean it. Images flashed in your head of sliding between his legs, carpet digging into your knees and Billy’s hand on the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he guided you. You didn’t mean to try to squeeze your legs together, thighs desperate to release some of the pressure.

But the grin on Billy’s face was so fucking smug, it just made it even worse.

“Aw, she would like that, wouldn’t she?” Billy coeed, his fingers gripping your chin before you tried to duck away and hide your blush. “Is that what my girl wants, hm? Want me to teach you a lesson?”

Your mouth went dry. “I–”

“Such a needy little princess,” he commented as his hands began to roam once again, sliding down your sides and along your thighs as he squeezed the meaty flesh in his palms. His fingers danced with the hem of your skirt, teasing the material as he slowly ventured underneath.

“Billy,” you sighed out, your heart beating wildly in your chest, and you weren’t sure if it was from nerves or excitement.

“Bet I can make you scream,” he grinned, and it was boyish and a little wild and it made your head spin.

You knew Billy. You knew Billy long before you even spoke to him. You knew the reputation that preceded him, you knew the stories girls would whisper to each other in the locker rooms and the giggles they shared in the cafeteria. You knew what he liked, and you just didn’t know if you could give him it.

And that thought alone—lingering in the back of your head, whispering away in between soft praises and dirty remarks—was enough for you to blurt out.

“I’m a virgin!”

Billy’s hands paused, resting on your upper thighs as he raised his brows at you, almost as though he seemed amused by the sudden declaration. Still high on his touch, his words and your own embarrassment, you couldn’t seem to stop the words spilling out of your mouth.

“It’s just…I know the girls you are used to are more experienced and—” But you were cut off when you felt his fingers digging lightly into your cheeks, letting him pull your head down a little so you couldn’t avoid his gaze.

“I don’t care how experienced those girls were and neither should you, princess,” Billy stated bluntly, hooded eyes focused on your pouting lips. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you whispered, big doe eyes staring at him so pretty. “I just…wanna do it right, Billy. Wanna make sure you like it too.”

His lips twitched. “Oh I’m sure I’ll fucking love it, baby.”

Billy’s hands quickly took your shaking ones in his grasp, pressing a soft kiss along the knuckles before he leaned up to kiss you properly. It was soft but assertive, and you let him take control as his hands slid down to your waist again, finally pushing the material of your skirt out of the way.

You knew Billy could be sweet, in his own little ways. Small things that maybe others would never notice but you did, the times he would open the door for you or put his jacket over your shoulders when you were cold. But you had never seen him quite like this.

The way he gently pushed you back until you were lying on the couch, his body warm and heavy above yours. His kisses were soft and his touch was tender, almost like he was scared of hurting you. But he was still your Billy, he still nipped the spot just below your ear when you whined for more, he still pinched your thigh when you tried to roll your hips against his.

You may have him wrapped around your finger, but he was in control.

“Good girl,” he groaned, slowly sinking into you with one hand braced on the back of the couch to keep his weight off you, and the other intertwined with your own. “Taking me so well.”

“Billy,” you sighed, a breathy moan following as he bottomed out inside you. You squeezed around him, eyes fluttering shut at just how full you felt.

“You good, princess?” he murmured and all you could do was nod, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He ripped his hand away from yours, holding your face in his palm and his nose lightly nudged against yours. “Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you moaned and nodded, eyes a little teary at just how good it felt as he began to move. “You feel so good.”

“That’s my girl.”

It made your head spin just how gentle Billy was. The slow but hard thrusts, the kisses along every inch of your skin he could reach. The soft praises whispered in your ears, the murmured reassurances as you climbed closer and closer to your high. And when you finally came, he didn’t stop.

It was too much. All too much but it felt so damn good, you didn’t care.

“You did so well, princess,” Billy whispered as he pulled you onto his chest, the towel he used to clean you up abandoned on the floor with your clothes but he would deal with it later. All that mattered right now was his arms wrapped around you as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder.

“Did I make you feel good, Billy?” you sleepily asked, your eyes drooping and he knew you were seconds from passing out.

“So good, princess,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargove smut #billy hargrove fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things smut

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777seven777 · 1 year

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how i think creepypastas would act while high:

(goofy/fandom version creeps part 2)

(i’m even more stoned than in the last post so bare with me pls and thank)

HOODIE (yay ft. marble hornets!) 📝

- (ngl i can barely type so this is about to be good) a pro. he even knows smoke tricks and becomes pretty balsey when high (he smacks jeff and beats him in a fight, too, right before jeff greens out). he likes his mask on bc having red eyes embarrasses him 😖 toby and masky definitely make jokes about hoodie’s mask always having red eyes or shit like “your eyes are as fucking red as your masks’ ” to make him paranoid. BUT he fucking loves cuddling with you on a nice lil spot he made in the woods for you two with a (lowkey sketchy) mattress and loves gazing absentmindedly at the stars while faded but he also slowly feels you up and becomes super touchy 🤨 i stg you touch him once and he’s riled up and whispering pervy shit in your ear till you both end up making out.

BEN 🎮

- he’s vile. a villain. actual menace. you do NOT want him in your blunt rotation, he takes more puffs than he should and NEVER brings his own shit even tho he has a huge stash since he smokes daily. while off that crazy stuff he’s definitely going into fun games like animal crossing and just chilling while barely comprehending shit. him and jeff would be smoking buddies but they both somehow green out at least twice a month at least (“i bet i can out smoke you!”). bro also EATS like a mf, no ones food is safe. he would definitely try to get the whole ass mansion to get high with him but surprisingly, most actually agreed (all but two bc clockwork’s doing 🍄 in the woods with jane and they somehow are forming a close friendship no one else knows about). he would prank other creeps but they’d just let him get away with it even if they knew beforehand because they know ben is just high trying to feel normal/have fun in that god forsaken, dreary, old ass mansion😋

LJ 🍬

- took too many edibles the first time (like 150mg) and had intense psychosis while they hit🤥 (ik he’s alr psycho but pretend it makes sense 4 now) makes his own candy edibles since candy is his shit so he sometimes hands them to ben without telling him theyre edibles since ben loves the surprise high (ben’s a fiend and even kills while high a lot, actually). chuckle jack lights candles, puts on red and purple lighting, and plays “freak show” by punkinloveee and other gorecore/emo hyperpop. he’d ask you to watch some disturbing ass movies with him while high and he’d act like it’s a comedy (he scary bro even when stoned 😕) you’d end up somehow taking care of him yet he’d continuously make u blush and get nervous😩 (let me be delusional)

(to clarify, i know hoodie is from marble hornets but he’s such an important character to me as well as masky that i usually include them in silly stuff like this just for funzies!)

#creepypasta #creepypasta hc #creepypasta headcanons #laughing jack #laughing jack headcanons #hoodie creepypasta #hoodie #marble hornets #hoodie headcanons #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #creepypasta fandom

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foggyparadisecandy · 3 months

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I know this is going to sound like I'm bragging or something. The truth is I focus on the negatives way more than the positives and I'm doing my best to recognize and respect my kinder side.

Hopefully it gives some of you who struggle with low self-esteem the motivation to make this shift too. I know how hard it is to see our positive attributes and positive impacts we have on others.

So take this as an example from my life, and see if you can find the things in your life that you can embrace to feel good about yourself.

This is kind of an example of the post I wrote last week about latching on to "real" affirmations to help boost self-esteem. Meaning that we should look at things that are based in the real world and real interactions to build around, as opposed to those statements like "I'm successful" "people like me" "I'm a winner" etc - that, for many of us, our minds will IMMEDIATELY reject because we truly don't see ourselves that way.

Those blanket statements of positivity, well-meaning as they are meant to be, actually end up reinforcing our negative images because our minds say "no ... we aren't that way ... we suck". (go dig up that post for more details - click the "on topic" tag and it's easy to find - UPDATE: Click here for the post).

Anyway ... lol ...

I'm pretty kind and open in my communication styles and do my best to be empathetic and caring. This extends to my work and the people I manage.

I won't go into details but one of my people is leaving our company to go to work for someone else in a few months. I've been working with this person for eight years and mentored and supported their advancement, doing my best to make sure they had everything they needed for success.

They wrote me a very sweet letter last week telling me how much I've meant to them and how I helped them build up their ego and self-esteem. I always made them feel included and important - valued and respected. She told me she and her husband both love me and appreciate everything we've done and how I have supported them both at work and in their personal challenges.

Fuck. NGL I'm so emotional these days, I cried reading that letter.

You never know how you touch other people by just being kind and respectful.

I've been blessed to get a lot of those unsolicited positive feedback messages over the last few months as I've reconnected with old friends. I need to remember these things next time I want to have a pity party or beat myself up.

I hope all of you can think of kindnesses and love you have put out in the world and remind yourself of the same.

I feel we are measured in life by what we put out there.

Be kind to others ... and ... this is the hard one for so many of us ... to yourself!!!

I've started to realize the depths and breadth of my kindness to others. And I've NEVER been kind to myself. Always a harsh word. Always a "why did I fuck up?"

I am changing ... slowly ... it's fucking hard. But I hope you take strength from my journey and see that it is possible. I'm no saint. I'm not some special person.

I'm just kind and caring and empathetic. I know a lot of you are the same. To others. Now flip it around and give some of that to yourself.

You deserve it.

My love to you.

#on topic #self care #self love #self healing #self improvement #self reflection #love

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dyingstars-if · 1 year

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hi! I've read that arens giving love language is gift giving and that their gifts can be kinda creepy. can I ask what kind of gifts can mc expect? if its not too spoilery of course!

ngl my first thought was about a cat who brings mice/birds/whatever was caught into its humans bed. thinking about aren dropping a mouse in mcs bed in the middle of the night like "for you <3" made laugh tbh

here’s an example from the demo. forgive me, it’s unedited so it’s really clunky, but it gives you an idea of what mc is dealing with.

there was a box on your bed.

you stare at it, wondering where it came from. you couldn’t imagine it being from krios or ez or any of the unseelies as krios decreed that no one was to enter your bedroom without your permission. so, if it was from them, it would have been left outside your door or in the living area. it could have been from rune, but they would have given that away in about five moments with how obviously they were trying to get you to go back to your room.

that left…

you immediately recoil into yourself, eyes darting to the balcony as if you’d see the assassin lounging there in the dying sun. they’re not, so you allow yourself to focus back on the box.

it’s beautiful from what you can see. made of old wood, ornately carved with gems inlaid, and silver hinges that seemed to shimmer like moonglow on the water.

you cautiously approach and reach out your hands to unclasp it.

*you do it as quickly as possible, just throwing the top open and bracing for whatever was inside. [+ reckless]

*you do it as carefully as possible, slowly clicking open the clasp and pulling the lid up to look inside. [+ cautious]

your eyes go wide and a scream locks in your throat as you look down at what’s nestled in the blood-red silk lining.

you couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, could scarcely breathe.

that’s when you notice the smooth black card that had been previously overshadowed by the other contents of the box.

you reach out with numb fingers, pick the card up and flip it over to see pretty gold lettering on the other side.

my heart beats for you.

a shiver slides down your spine at the sudden feel of lips against your ear. “do take good care of it, little fae, i don’t have too many of those lying around.”

you spin around to confront them, and find nothing. there’s no one else here.

just you and the thud thud thud of a beating heart in a box.

#answered #ro: aren #tw mild gore #??

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heimdallsbraids · 1 year

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You | Ch. 1 (Heimdall x fem!reader)

Summary: You are so beautiful, so alluring, and so completely unaware of the way you plague his mind day in and day out. You are going to be his and his only, and not a single soul can stop him from making that happen. (Heimdall x fem!reader - modern!AU inspired by Netflix's You)

Rating: Mature (probs gonna change to explicit ngl)

Warnings: Profanity, obsessive behaviour, sexual content (youngsters back tf up)

Note: This is only a teaser for what COULD be continued if enough of you like it. It's my hopeful attempt at a modern-day GOW fic, but the idea of Heimdall being an obsessive little shit like Joe from You was way too tempting not to try, so without ado, please enjoy!

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Chapter One: The Side Hustle

The black leather bra caught his attention first. Blue eyes trailed downward in a slow drag, shamelessly admiring the sight. Matching panties, strappy garter belt and thigh-high stockings accompanied by six-inch stilettos. Were you trying to torture him?

Heimdall tipped his head back as he took a long swig from his glass. The familiar burn that followed was a welcome one as he tried to focus on anything but the growing tent in his jeans. Good thing he didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing since it was dark, and he was in a private booth on the second floor of the venue.

This was the third time he’d come back to this godforsaken place in the span of a week, but he had to if he wanted to catch a glimpse of you again. You, the one currently stealing the spotlight from everyone else on that damned stage with your gorgeous body. You, the one giving the seductive eyes as you dropped to your haunches in front of a few eager patrons waving their money in the air. You, the one he couldn’t stop thinking about day in and day out.

He’d only recently discovered that you worked here thanks to a little digging on social media. Outside of the venue, you were the good girl who worked a part-time job at a café and studied graphic design at one of the most prestigious universities in Gladsheim. You were smart, popular, and, most importantly, oozed pretty innocence to anyone who didn’t know better.

But he knew better.

He knew that your adoptive father was a war veteran back in the day and struggled with emotional connection. He knew that your adoptive mother was his father’s ex-wife and a stubborn bitch when she wanted to be. He knew that you had a younger brother in high school who was currently aiming to compete in an archery tournament later this year. He also knew that they were none the wiser about your little… side hustle.

He focused once more as the crowd began to whistle and cheer loudly, his eyes skipping over everything else and landing directly on you. The song had changed to a slow, sensual track that had him leaning forward to give you his undivided attention as you circled a chair with confident steps, wiggling your pointer finger in a ‘come hither’ motion to someone in the crowd.

‘Baby, you can

Ride it, ooh, yeah

Bring it over to my place’

A jock who looked too young to be here was pushed onto the stage by a rowdy group that must have been his friends. He immediately held his arms out to his sides, fuelling himself with their jeers and obnoxious attitudes, and Heimdall rolled his eyes. This immature man-child hardly deserved the treat he was about to get.

His breath hitched as you trailed a delicate hand over the young man’s chest before pushing him onto the chair with a playful shove, trying to imagine that it was him on the receiving end. There were shouts from the guy’s friends, but he seemed to only have eyes for you now as you slowly lowered yourself onto his lap while your other hand trailed over your body.

‘You don’t know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me’

It was like you were one with the music, embodying every beat and every word that played. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, even as you began to gyrate your hips on that poor excuse for a man as part of an incredibly risqué dance he’d never witnessed from you before. Your client was clearly enjoying himself because he was beginning to get a little too comfortable, and Heimdall’s eyes were narrowing when hands other than your own landed on your ass, squeezing tightly before delivering a rough smack that had you jumping.

Security guards had noticed, too, and soon two of them were getting on the stage, ready to see the man out despite the angry yells from his friends. You’d moved to get up, but the jock, seeing his fate, grasped you by the back of your head and planted what was most definitely an extremely sloppy kiss on your lips. You were clearly shocked as the guards (and now other dancers) intervened, separating him from you with rough tugs and reprimands.

Heimdall watched as your skinny blonde co-worker linked arms with you and led you out back somewhere, but he only had one thing on his mind as his eyes once again zeroed in on the young man still causing a ruckus for the security guards as he was escorted out. Sighing dramatically, he threw on his leather jacket and downed the rest of his drink before making his way to the exit.

He was going to make that dropkick regret ever stepping into this place.

#fuck that was fun #like my shitty photoshopping? 😂#i try i really do #heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #gow x reader #fanfiction #female reader #fic: you

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the-widow-sisters · 1 year

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“So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress...” with Kate and Yelena please

A/N: Thank you for the request! I felt pretty uncertain about my ability to accurately do this one justice, ngl, lol 😅 Emotional stuff for these two is difficult and has to be handled in a delicate balance because it's not really their thing, but I feel like I mostly captured it 😅💖

Also, this one references a lot of the happenings in A First Time for Everything, so it might be good to read that before getting into this one.

I hope you enjoy! 🥰

Word Count: 1.3k+

“Okay, so apparently the ‘bad vibes’ I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress,” Kate declared as she sat down not too far away from Yelena.

The blonde shifted her gaze over to Kate as she slowly looked at her, offering her a onceover.

There were a few beats of dead silence outside of the TV that was running as Yelena regarded her for a long moment before finally speaking up.

“And you’re telling me this why exactly?” Yelena asked, her voice level as she just stared at Kate. Kate shrugged uncertainly, pursing her lips as she shifted a bit in her seat.

She honestly was not sure why she was telling Yelena all of this. Yelena was not someone that she would usually share these sorts of things with. She would usually either go to Natasha or Darcy with Natasha being her first choice.

Kate had just gotten back from the mandatory therapy session that had been assigned to her in the aftermath of the disastrous mission from not so long ago when she had been kidnapped by Kingpin and his men. Her leg was mostly healed since the incident, and she had found some sense of peace since everything as well.

However, when agreeing to be an Avenger, there were apparently a lot of clauses, and one of those allegedly included the requirement to attend at least one therapy session in the wake of particularly traumatic missions.

Kate had honestly not been sure why she had to go to one since most of the Avengers overlooked that clause when it came to themselves, but she suspected that it likely had a lot to do with Natasha pushing in favor of it. She wanted what was best for Kate, and she must have thought that therapy would not be a bad idea.

Even though Kate had expressed objection to it.

“I don’t know. I just had to go to that mandatory therapy session that apparently all Avengers are supposed to go to after they’ve experienced a traumatic situation? Which I didn’t know that was part of the agreement, but apparently it is, so—”

“You went to therapy?” Yelena interrupted, seemingly rather surprised. Kate blinked before answering her.

“Yeah,” Kate agreed.

“Huh…”

“You sound surprised?” Kate questioned, her voice lilting up a bit at the end of the question as she watched Yelena and tried to gauge her response.

“Well, yeah. I mean, the rest of us have went through ‘severe psychological distress’ before, but we didn’t get therapy,” Yelena stated, and Kate’s mouth was agape as she stared at her for a moment, trying to evaluate whether Yelena was being serious or not.

Kate was sure that they had told her that it was in everyone’s contracts, but maybe they had forgotten Yelena’s for some reason.

Kate finally deciphered that she had to have been serious after Yelena remained quiet for a long moment, her expression unchanging as she looked at the television before her.

“Gosh, Yelena, I didn’t know. That’s awful! Maybe we should—”

“Calm down. I am screwing with you. I just did not elect to go,” Yelena deadpanned, raising an eyebrow as she stopped Kate in her tracks. Kate paused, letting her words die on her tongue as she nodded awkwardly.

“Got it.”

“So why do you have ‘severe psychological distress?’ They should’ve said you have crippling depression,” Yelena commented, allowing herself a chuckle after her joke. Kate narrowed her eyes a little, unimpressed.

“My leg’s not hurt anymore,” Kate told her.

“Meh. It was a good joke anyway,” Yelena muttered, and Kate rolled her eyes halfheartedly, shaking her head with a slight huff before thinking back to the first part of Yelena’s words.

“I basically have severe psychological distress that’s apparently been untreated since the loss of my dad? But truthfully I’m fine. I mean… I still miss him and stuff, but it doesn’t consume my life anymore or anything. And then the lady said putting my mom away brought it all back,” Kate trailed off, remembering everything the therapist had said as she tried to think of a way to articulately put it all together in coherent words.

“Well, do you feel like that is the case or something?” Yelena questioned, and Kate looked at her with some surprise.

It was shocking to her that Yelena was actually electing to have the conversation for this long. She normally was not one for emotional discussions unless it was with Natasha, but Kate was going to take what she could get without looking a gift horse in the mouth.

“Well… Kinda,” Kate admitted, and Yelena did not say anything, presumably waiting for Kate to continue speaking.

“I don’t know. I guess you just never stop missing people that you lose. Whether you knew them for eight years, all your life, or just for a few hours,” Kate explained with a small, forced shrug.

Her thoughts were dwelling upon her father, her mother, and Alice with those statements. Alice’s death in particular had deeply impacted her and was still affecting her terribly, but that had been one subject that she had refused to discuss at therapy and was not going to discuss now.

Yelena was quiet for a long moment, and Kate watched her as Yelena looked down at her lap, not even pretending to pay attention to the television before her any longer. Yelena did not say a word, and Kate could read the trepidation in her face as she debated whether or not she would say anything.

“That is the one truth in life,” Yelena spoke, and her words were so soft that Kate almost missed them with the sound of the television playing, some loud and annoying commercial showing at the moment.

“You never stop missing people and grieving their loss,” Yelena expressed, and Kate could hear the heaviness in her voice. She sounded like she was confessing something, and Kate knew that she was expressing something personal that she held close to her heart and tried to hide from the world.

It was her grief that she had for Natasha when she had died for that period of time, and it was mourning for all of the time that she had lost with the redhead over the years due to external circumstances. She was likely even grieving for the life she had lost with her faux parents as well. Kate was honestly just surprised that Yelena had chosen to open up enough to say as much as she had to her.

It was one of those rare days that Yelena was actually genuine and vulnerable. And even though Kate knew the moment was passing quickly given how Yelena was looking away at the moment and her face was hardening back into its usual mask, Kate was thankful for Yelena choosing to say anything at all.

“Have you seen that movie?” Yelena questioned, and Kate knew that was the end of any real, meaningful conversation between the both of them.

However, with Yelena’s statement, she realized that she had officially left her completely confused.

“What movie?” Kate asked cluelessly.

“That movie,” Yelena pointed at the television, and Kate furrowed her brow, turning to look at the television more fully.

There was some large yellow transformer robot on the screen and he was with some girl that looked straight out of the eighties. Kate squinted a little, and Yelena looked between the girl on the screen and Kate as she raised an eyebrow.

“You look just like her,” Yelena proclaimed, and Kate instantly drew back a little.

“What? No.”

“You do,” Yelena shrugged, looking back at the screen, and Kate huffed as she shook her head.

“I look nothing like her.”

“You look just as doofy as she does but just without the ugly bangs,” Yelena pointed out, and Kate just stared at her in surprise.

“I thought her bangs were kinda cute,” Kate admitted, gesturing to the girl.

Yelena simply slowly shook her head.

“Identical twins,” Yelena stated, and Kate rolled her eyes at her, unable to help a smile.

However, she could not help the feeling of contentedness as she realized that Yelena had managed to completely distract her from the bad feelings somehow while also acknowledging her pain.

Yelena was something. Certainly insane, but somehow caring in her own strange manner.

And Kate somehow appreciated it.

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aceaceace144616 · 8 months

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Welcome, Caller

by M Dean Wright

my thoughts in a nutshell: "oh no hes just like me fr"

ok i dont really review books or anything, thats my friend's job (cheeky promo alana_the_bibliophile on instagram) nah yeah but this one was just so good.

firstly, as a neurodiverse bi trans dude i related so hard to Malcom (the main character) with the overloads and insecurities and just everything. i may or may not have to get this entire transcript tattooed upon my person cos it just hits so close to home in places i didnt even realise until the book brought them to my attention.

like the whole thing about Malcolm not going after things that will make him happy (Peter) just cause he feels like hes so fucked up ± messing something up on purpose before you can mess it up by accident vibes. i literally said (in a squidward impression cos that is important information) "oh no hes just like me for real" out loud on a bus (but it was a loud bus so no one heard) (hopefully). also another thing, Peter telling Malcolm about his auDHD and what he likes + dislikes about sensory stuff. and Malcolm believing and respecting him. i just. its such wish fulfilment. that along with the rest of the story, its all just wish fulfilment. having multiple queer and neurodiverse friends that help you when youre struggling and will beat up your unsupportive family members. (also having a dude think youre hot. wouldnt mind)

secondly, it was just a good read. like i really enjoyed reading it, which hasnt happened for a while. it made me smile and laugh in public (which i never do). fr i was having a giggle on the bus, in class, in doctors waiting rooms, everything. i actually looked forward to reading it as well and i had to trudge through other stuff just so i could get back to it.

lowkey gives love simon vibes (from what i remember of the book when i read it in like 2018), just chock full of natural and believable sounding dialogue and references to things im sure ill actually like. (in my notes app on my old phone i went through the book and wrote down all the references made in love simon and it was pretty extensive (and now i have to do this for this book. oh no guess ill have to read it again oh this is so sad whelp better start now see ya)).

and like the friendship between the characters, the dialogue never felt too forced and they talked like actual people id talk to. swearing at and bullying your friends is a love language and it was done pretty well in this, and also the sending of memes being like an important step in a friendship is too real. also the revival of interest in records, my cousins poor bank account is a testament to that being relatable.

thirdly, the story. we got enemies to friends to lovers, we got 'there was only one bed', we got a road trip, we got a sickfic, and so much more and you know that i ate it up every time.

that as well as the epic highs and lows of making friends in your 20s (lol).

the book follows Malcolm slowly becoming friends with this irl dude Peter while falling for this 'mysterious' radio host Rebo, with his friends supporting him the whole time.

like i dont really go for romantic style stories but this was just so good (but then again ive barely read anything since back when i used to inhale books at like age 12) + the chemistry between Malcolm and Peter was just chefs kiss so good man.

also, the name Goby (one of his friends) kinda got me tho ngl, gobby is australian slang for… something, and i got a jump scare whenever they showed up lol.

Edit: they Goby on my Gumby till I Cheese. I'm so fucking sorry I had to write that down I couldn't get to sleep.

the only bad thing about the book (not that its bad bad, just like if i had to pick something) would be that the ending was made out of like 3 epilogues with indeterminable time skips between them. unless i missed something idk. im just more about the 'the characters kept on living' kinda ending, less 'albus serverus potter' style stuff, not that it was even like that tho.

but also wanting to own and run an incredibly specific cafe+store with your partner is just so fucking gay. oh my god. fanfiction shit right there /pos.

lastly, i haven't read heaps of books in the last couple years, preferring movies and shows more than my childhood self who lived in books series, almost like i didnt like reality or something (unthinkable ik)(i literally had this printed out and hung on my wall)(and on me liking movies more, thats a whole nother fucking topic and a half so ill complain about it in another post)(but anyway).

like honestly, i think that i might get back into reading, even though i forgot how many hours just fly by when i read, cos this was just great. (dont tell my mum she'll throw a fucking party)(again, different topic).

also admittedly, i did sotra kinda maybe slightly pirated it and read it off a pdf BUT! cos i like it so much im probably going to buy a physical copy (for almost 40 fucking dollars including shipping Jesus fucking Christ)

ik not a single person but me will see this review but i dont care. this book was made for me about me

tldr:

#long post #welcome caller #m dean wright #book review #yes i photoshopped that #and i am so tired #my cat is being a cutie trying to step on my keyboard so ill post this quick #does this count as fanart?#fanart #why not #i really just wrote a 1000 word essay huh #this pretty much follows TEEL as well #mrs sykes would be proud #my art #technically #mine

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kangyeoverse · 2 years

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Requested by @whatudowhennooneseesyou : Jongho seems to me to be the type of partner that would love dress his significant other up. I'm using fem!reader here but once a week, he would buy you an expensive dress & want you to get dolled up for him. I always have this image of Jongho in the back of my mind just sitting in a chair, wearing a suit: 'You look so beautiful for me my love, why don't you give me a lil spin?' AHHHHHHH 🔥🔥

a.n - The ending turned cheesy real quick, oops. I also kind of veered away from the initial ask, so I'm sorry about that, I might've got a bit carried away.

I definitely see this and being Jongho biased I'm ngl, highkey a simp for him in suits...🤭

The thought of going shopping together as well, holding your hand and him pulling you along asking about every outfit, but he'd still pick it up anyway just to see you in it.

"I don't really think I'd match that one..." You deny hesitantly, inspecting the dress and realizing it might not flatter you.

He'd give you a compliment either to shower you with love or absentmindedly just because of how caring he is, "You look beautiful in everything love, you're petty no matter what." And somehow you get butterflies every time.

Jongho would bring home a gift bag of jewelry to go with the dress. "Hey love, I picked these up for you. I saw how pretty they were and thought you." And he helps you zip up the dress if you couldn't do it, kissing your shoulder while he did it. 😩😭 I'm so soft for him

This sparked the cutest idea. Imagine just dancing in the living with him spontaneously after putting them on, as the sun falls and you're in the lightly dimmed room. You walk to see yourself in the mirror but instead, you're greeted by Jongho in a matching suit.

"What's this?" Your voice was soft and full of confusion, that you lost yourself for a moment. You could only stare at him in wonder like he lit up the room with only his presence.

"I know it's late, but you look gorgeous tonight," he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, "You're so pretty I can't take my eyes off you." He'd spin you, admire the dress on you, and then eventually gaze loving into your eyes, again complimenting you.

He'd leaned his forehead on yours, as he places one hand on your waist, while still holding your hand.

"Do you want to dance with me, princess?" He giggles, making you melt inside. Your heart was beating like crazy, about to jump out of your chest, you could barely keep eye contact with him in embarrassment.

"I'd love to." You both laughed and smiled at each other, dancing together, hands interlaced and his hand wraps around your body so he can hold you closer.

He holds you close, your body moulding into his as if you were made for each other. Dancing slowly along to the soft music. You fell in step, letting the rhythm control your movements. It was him and you, alone with nothing but the night sky and rustling leaves in the cool breeze.

He smelt good, like vanilla and citrus and all things gorgeous. Slowly you moved your hands up to his neck and rested your head on his chest. He pulls you impossibly closer like two people harmonized as one.

His face glistening in the moonlight and his eyes flickering with an emotion so intense, you couldn't even work out what it was. All you knew was that you were here together and that he was really yours, and you were his.

Then slowly he moves you away. You looked up confused, but within a second he twirls you around like a doll and presses his front onto your back, still moving slowly from side to side, watching you in the mirror as he hugs you.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" You smile, seeing the dress sway along with his steps, his arms wrapped around you.

He rubbed his nose on the side of your neck and grinned. He smiles against your skin, embracing you warmly as you danced together with a melody no one else could hear. You were in complete harmony as you danced the night away.

"You know I love you, right?" He hugged your waist placing his chin on your shoulder speaking into the shell of your ear, pressing his chest against your back.

"I love you more." You turned around and locked eyes with him. Taking a breath, you rested your head on his shoulder. Your heart beats together like the fluttering of butterfly wings.

"Then should we pick out your wedding dress next?"

"Jongho stop, that isn't a joke," a smile painted your lips. You couldn't hold back your joy.

"Why would I be joking?" He places his hand on your face, "I want you to be the person I can spend the rest of my life with."

"Well, I love the dresses you get me..." You tried to change the subject, looking down at Jongho's thoughtful gift.

"All my time with you is worth everything. All the smiles, all the tears and all the moments. I want it to be with you."

"If you're tired we should go to sleep..."

He giggled, and his signature gummy smile appeared once more. You've lost count of how many times it made you fall in love. "You ready for bed?"

"So I can take the dress off you? I won't mind," he teased. You hit his stomach lightly, feeling your face burn with embarrassment.

"You're lucky I love you so much."

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