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privitivium · 2 months

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Yandere risotto? YANDERE RISOTTO.

Definitely the type to stalk you when you tell him not to lol (ESPECIALLY when he use his invisibility)

Overprotective in a way? Idk

I just need yandere risotto content tbh lol.

,,ye,,, yes,,,, yandere risotto nero,,, teehee. i agree. overprotective nero is so real bro ufhghhgh sry for any mistakes that mightve slipped by...

yandere subbot risotto nero rambles!!

amab reader, cw;; stalking. masochist nero - mild nipple play, mild exhibition, nsfw in general. creep nero.

risotto being overprotective all nonchalantly bro,,, so cute. you hanging around him, but not one to make eye contact for too long... you didnt really wanna tell him he's just too much of an edgelord with his piercing crimson eyes that he technically had no control of the color - making sure to compliment him instead of saying something that might make him upset - and those carelessly muttered compliments send the hulking edgy mass of muscle into a fucking tizzy. gotta keep up his cool and enigmatic nature though, so he cant be all squirming around out of giddiness... he has an equanimous nature to uphold...

getting all weird when you get ready to leave the base as usual, having nothing else to do - it was randomly that you would suddenly leave... he was always so curious on where you were going, you know??? he cant help that he follows you - even if you explicitly tell him not to... just to find you owning some sort of condo, slinking in from behind after you leave a gap between you and the door - managing to survey the surroundings. what was this place? someone else obviously lived here. family?.. bringing it up when you get back to base...

ㅡcomplaining to him, a little careless that he admits indirectly to stalking you, "it's just stuffy in here with this sausagefest, man... sometimes i need space." you shrugged, huffing in mild annoyance that he had followed you to the shared apartment you owned with some stranger you had no contact with usually - of course, risotto couldnt resent them more. except he could?!

that other person youre strangely roommates with, soaking in your presence and scent that you leave behind on the furniture?! how dare they and you. he's so polite to you, a gentle hulking beast of a man, treating you as his lovely subordinates yet reprimanding you when needed. it may not seem like it, but there's a drastic difference between how he treats the others and you. notably... mildly gentle. can't that be enough? i mean... he's fine with it... he just has to find a way to make you like being around the base and the others instead of leaving him. but - then again, he has no problem following you;; his darling subordinate.

bro he'd be a fucking weirdo straight up,,, like. bro rooting through your clothes just to find material to jerk off with. he'd keep the articles of clothing, not one to give them back after making a mess of them - but the thought of you wearing your underwear he dirtied with his cum makes him all giddy and rock hard he releases a huge load onto your underwear.

imsgine ur getting out of the shower and not catching the way the light hits off a certain invisible character in the corner of the bathroom, him watching so intently as you dry your body off, admiring the way the water droplets cascade down your flesh,,, taking the time to leer and ever so slightly thumb over his bulge in his striped skin-tight pants that were invisible to the eye. fucking whore.

bro,, he would beg,,, pls. yeah he's supposed to be this hardened bad ass who's all edgy and cool but can't you indulge your boss for one second and make him moan like a girl.......... yandere risotto would. be the type to manipulate you lowkey. you immediately seeing the signs and shutting that shit down rq !!

"punishing" him by having him in yr lap in his chair and tugging at his dick fluidly - trying your best to make him moan aloud as you tweak his perky ass nipple with your free hand - the others fucking around outside of his "office", quietly asking risotto if he's the kind of whore who wants others to hear his disgusting whimpers. having an intense makeout session and having to make half-lidded eyecontact just to stare into those eyes you once dubbed creepy. it makes him all warm and fuzzy like a tween schoolgirl with her crush that you want to stare into his glazed crimson orbs. mocking him by calling him boss while fucking him over his desk or in his room and abusing his poor prostate while simultaneously rubbing on his thick cock - risotto...... enjoying overstimulation..... but also,,,, plugging his dick up and him actually begigng to cum on yr cock bro jeez louise

Something an edgy cool badass like him shouldnt feel - like a tween schoolgirl, he tells himself......... yet, risotto taking advantage of your affection and asking you nonchalantly to jerk off with his underwear so he can wear it... is this some kind of embarrassment thing? and does he even wear underwear. yan risotto constantly checking in on you, being a little obnoxious... but he tries to cool it, not wanting you to run off somewhere. i mean, he'd follow you without complaint, but it was still a bit tedious. he has to settle for being invisible in the same room as you as you want "alone time" and watching you jerk off into a fucking toy that he so desperately wishes was his hole - jerking off and leaving the mess on your floor for you to see just so you can "punish" him LOL.

also i love the thought,,, of fucking him while watching horror movies,,,, risotto on his back on his bed, tummy covered in his own cum and sweat, cock limp against his body. head hanging off the edge of the bed and flushed, teary face observing the television that displayed some movie that relied on jumpscares and shock value;; making him cum over and over while balls deep - abusing that magic, mystical little button along the inner walls of his taint and him relishing in the sting of his hole being stretched... he'd generally love being stuffed bro,,, wanting to cockwarm you whenever he can and whenever you allow him to. ekekfjrjgnnv

#jojo =͟͟͞͞★#risotto nero x male reader #risotto nero x reader #yandere risotto nero #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #sub male character #bttm male character #yandere jjba #hoorayayy!_!!!!!!#yandere x male reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere m x m reader #yandere male x reader

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caramelstarlight · 9 months

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Hi! I have a silly request to share.

It's about Al-Haitham and reader being former academic rivals. They were always at each other's throats. No matter what snarky comment one made the other always had a quick and witty remark. Oh? One got a 95 on their test? Well, too bad! The other got a 100 and will rub it in the other's face.

Literally all of Sumeru knew of their rivalry. But you know what they say: the more you bicker, the more you love. And eventually, the two would date in secret for the next couple of years before eventually getting engaged.

Needles to say, poor Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari were gobsmacked to see Al-Haitham linking arms with his biggest rival since his Akademiya days and introducing her as his fiancee.

I’m doing this again bc tumblr didn’t save my earlier draft 😭🤚

✅⭐️

anyways! Expect slower updates because school has started again for me. (Excluding this and the other one I have in my inbox.)

I haven’t been touching this because I was confused on how to grasp this.

But yay story. It’s below the cut (You have amurta because it’s the biggest and my favorite.)

Rivals to Lovers

Alhaitham x Female Reader (Can be read as G/N)

You walked into class carrying what you needed for the day. Today was a test taking one. Sadly it was the first class you were in that had the test. Others came through the door you watched as each person sat down. Waiting for the bell to ring.

When it did ring everyone was inside as the teacher welcomed everyone and showed a few confusing parts with a few hints on how to deal with them. Luckily you understood everything unlike some others.

You received your test and began. Skimming through each page to find similarities in questions. Using that method to easily do majority correctly. You focused on the other questions and used the tips the teacher had given the class.

Amurta was lucky to have such a kind teacher, giving everyone study time and tips to pass any tests and gives tutoring in lunch or recess period. Everyone would pass in her class.

You went to your next class, identifying differences between certain species. Being given multiple animals with similar ones. Such as Snow,Crimson and Desert foxes.

You figured out majority of the differences and finished early. Focusing on drawing a Crystalfly and a Avidya Leopard for the remaining time. The bell rang and you walked out. Seeing Tighnari with his friends beside Alhaitham.

Your mind thought of what happened to him. Is he stuck in the library like always? You’d ask yourself as you went towards the bunch. Joining in on the conversation they were maintaining.

Until Alhaitham showed up. You looked at him and Kaveh tried to act like he wasn’t there. Failing of course. “I betted that you wouldn’t get a better score than me.”

He stated as he looked at you. “Oh yeah? I bet I did better than you. Why don’t you tell me ur score?” You stated confidently and he said he got a 95. “How much were you betting?” “Only 20 dollars(idk how much mora that would be lol) Are you scared?”

“No because I got a perfect score of 100!” You said as the others tried to not laugh. Your rivalry with eachother was interesting. Showing your paper to him across the table and sticking your tongue out. “Anyways who did you bet it to?” “Cyno.” Everyone’s head turned to him and he was confused. “What?”

“Why cyno-?” Kaveh asked to Alhaitham. “Because he wanted to.” “I uhhh…” “Cyno you shouldn’t bet.” Tighnari scolded him as he nodded. “Anyways I will do better than you in our next class!” You said as you looked to Alhaitham. “Yeah sure.” He replied as he looked away and back to his book. Handing cyno the money.

He did better the next time and repeated what you did to him beside sticking out his tongue. Another fight between you two was about to happen. Which is usually the both of you just rambling about the other and trying to be louder than the other. Which didn’t happen. Thanks to Tighnari holding you back.

Multiple years passed and graduation comes. You two of course still bickered with one another and weren’t as competitive as you used to be when you were younger.

Now with the both of you dating secretly you have to keep up the act still. You both didn’t want others to find out that secret that was kept hidden.

You sticked out your tongue playfully at him as you linked arms. He smiled at you before he made you spin and let go. You dropped your scroll as he snickered at you.

Your yelling could be heard from a bit away. Gathering a lot of people’s attention but they were used to it. Everyone knew you bickered constantly. Trying to keep up the act as you made him drop his scroll. He looked at you with slight anger and ignored you.

When the time came you yeeted your hats in happiness. A few bits of celebration everywhere. All happy they were finished learning successfully in their chosen darshan.

He brought you on dates with gifts and you did the same but he did majority of them. Always booking the times that would be the most crowded or exclusive.

Both of yours and his parents approved of it. Letting you both to get engaged after a few years of getting together. You and him arranged a meet up with the others after not seeing them for 3 years.

“Hey guys long time no see!” You said as you waved to them at the meetup spot. Alhaitham linking his arm with you. They were in shock at the two of you. “You guys are dating-?” Tighnari asked as he looked at the arms. “Yeah. We’re engaged actua-“ “WHAT?” Cyno and Kaveh exclaimed as Tighnari covered his ears.”

“Yes indeed. She is my fiancé.” “Y/N your his fiancé-??” Kaveh asking you while you nodded. “You guys always bicker I’m surprised you both managed to do this.” Cyno mentioned as you all headed to the spot.

“She and I had a Rivals to Lovers I guess?” Alhaitham stated as you nodded slightly. Talking with the others on the way. “We’re going to the cafe to have lunch together! It’s on us.” You said as Alhaitham gave a thumbs up.

Arriving at the cafe and ordering, sitting down and chatting amongst everyone while waiting for the food and drinks to arrive. Enjoying the meal as you all listened to stories of what happened to eachother in those three years.

(Had no idea how to end this but I hope you enjoy)

#genshin impact #sumeru #genshin impact x reader #dendro #tighnari #Cyno #Kaveh #genshin x reader #genshin alhaitham x reader #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x fem!reader #alhaitham x female reader

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rainba · 3 months

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Columbina's Doll

//nonconsensual stuff, dark content, NSFW 18+, yandere, that kind of stuff

mostly just rambling about Columbina lol (I can't ever really find stuff about here either..)

Fem! Reader

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Columbina views you as her precious doll– a doll she gets to play with and dress up, a doll she deems as her most prized possession.

She’ll buy you all the finest of laces and cutest of outfits; sometimes she even buys you dresses that match her own. Brushing your hair while she hums a soft haunting tune, her fingers lightly dancing across your throat as she teasingly squeezes it. Whenever she’s done dressing you up, she takes photos of your beauty, then places you back in the ornate cage specifically built to keep you in her loving embrace.

You never understood why she chose you of all people. She always refuses to elaborate on her decisions.

She smiles so innocently as she wraps her arms around your waist. She smiles innocently still as she bites down into your neck, piercing your skin, lapping up all of your blood. Crimson stains her dainty cheeks. Cry, whine, beg and plead… Every word that she doesn’t want to hear goes in one ear and out the other.

Sometimes she giggles when you try to squirm away from her. Giggles when your voice cracks as you beg for mercy.

Columbina is the prettiest monster you’ve ever seen.

On days where she’s feeling playfully mean, she’ll massage your chest and pinch your nipples tightly as you cry and twitch beneath her. “You’re so lovely,” she whispers warmly while her nails dig deep into your sides.

“My precious doll.”

There’s never a day that goes by without her leaving new ‘lovemarks’ on your skin, results of her little ‘play sessions’ with you.

Perhaps she expresses her love through painting, and your body is her canvas.

It’s impossible to tell what her motives are– impossible to tell what she’s feeling. Through rage, sadness, lust, and joy, all she ever wears is a faint, pleasant smile. So even as she takes a decorative blade to your skin as a punishment or bites you until you bleed, she’ll be placidly smiling all the while.

“Why does my doll insist on being so disobedient? Is she not happy?”

Her hands cup your cheeks as she forces you to look up at her– and you wonder if she can even see you as her eyes remain covered by the thin rows of crossing fabric. But you assume that, by some sense of magic, she can see everything– see way too much, even.

Sometimes it feels like she’s able to see things that most humans cannot– has eyes in places where her physical form isn’t present. There’s some moments where you’re all alone in a dark room, locked in your cage, and you can still feel a pair of eyes watching you. Stalking you.

It sends chills down your spine.

“Your expression is so endearing, love.”

She loves it when you cry.

Tears that sparkle so radiantly– sparkling like an endless abyss of untouched snow.

Sometimes she gets turned on when you cry. The sounds of your heavy breathing, the pure agony in your voice, the expression you wear… Columbina will get swept away when wiping your tears. “Shhh, shhh… It will all be okay, my love.” She smiles even wider as she kisses the corners of your eyes. Her warm breath will linger on your cheeks, her lips hovering so close to your skin. Then she’ll lean down and kiss your neck, your collarbones… All the way down until she reaches between your legs.

It’s a little strange to see her head between your thighs. When she’s eating you out, she does so tenderly, as if to show you that she truly loves you. She places her hands gently on your thighs and holds you in place, focusing entirely on making you feel good. She loves hearing you moan almost as much as she loves to hear you whimper and cry.

So she’ll tongue-fuck you for a good hour, going as slow as she can to build up your climax. Every time you try to cum before she wants you to, she’ll slow down to an agonizingly slow pace– sometimes stops entirely– just to restart the process of making you cum.

On some days you’d just prefer she bite you or pull a knife out on you instead. At least when she does those things to you it’s done and over with in a quick way.

#yandere genshin #yandere columbina #yandere genshin impact

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angelic-dew · 7 months

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Hiiiii! I really love your recent works and I kinda stalk your posts, [i am so sorry.] but I've never gotten enough courage to interact with your blog before!

so if it isn't too much can I be known as 🍄 anon?

But besides my aimless rambling, can I please request some mini headcannons of giyu, rengoku, muichiro [and others you can think of!] with a s/o who died? [cause of death: demon]

Thank you so much!! if it isn't too much of a bother, drink water please! <33

# deceased s/o headcannons !

୨ 🫧 ୧・author's note :: no problem at all, I tried my best to keep these short, I failed! And I hope yk to take care of yourself as well! I tried my best with these lol, but this will unfortunately be in 2 parts.

୨ 🍚 ୧・pairing :: Muichiro T. x g/n reader ⁞⁞ Sanemi S. x g/n reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done} pt. 2 here

୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: death. grieving. body mutilation. cannibalism. vengeance. angst. grammatical errors. manga spoilers. || proofread.

𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎

꒰☁️꒱. Muichiro can't cope at all with this, in short. In fact, he doesn't even want to believe that you're dead, despite your corpse being mangled and mutilated beyond recognition. Blood painted the floor around your lifeless body, crimson streaks flowed slowly by the masses to create a bloody pool in which you rested in.

꒰☁️꒱. Though your eyes were blank, lifeless, defunct. This couldn't be right, he left for his nightly parole, thinking you would be safe, that you would be well taken care of within that time; oh, how he was wrong. The sight before him would be engraved into his memory for the end of his days, at best. The love of his life, his muse, his only reason to keep going, fell from him at that very moment.

꒰☁️꒱. How could he cope with this one? First were his parents, then his only brother, and now his beloved (name). Was life supposed to be this cruel to him? He meant well, he had a passion to protect others, he fought for what was right and that all was because of you. You inspired him to be who he is today, and if he doesn't have that special person once more, he might as well give up on living. What's the point of it anymore, he can't have you. He can't ever see your loving smile again, the one Tokito cherished so much.

꒰☁️꒱. Disbelief was like an overwhelming force, consuming him at every second it could, toying with his mind as if it were its own pawn, specifically made for enjoyment. Salty, little tears welled up in his now dull eyes, they were almost as empty as yours. He inched closer to your figure, stepping slowly into the pool of blood that encaved around what was left of your mutilated carcass.

꒰☁️꒱. Your beloved felt his stomach churning as he held what was left of your remains in his arms, your blood beginning to stain his clothing. His tears were filled with hurt but a vengeance boiled within his very being. He held your hand gently, the cold touch sending shivers up his skin; his tears began to stain your corpse, but he didn't care. He had to be with you as long as he could, even until you began to rot.

꒰☁️꒱. it wasn't your time to leave just yet. He won't accept it. But yet he had to. You were left in his warm embrace for hours on end - into the late hours of the evening. It was only then his crow notified the other members of the corps. Even they too, were surprised by your death. Tokito was desperately clinging onto your body like his life depended on it, your wounds were full of maggots and your body was starting to deteriorate. Eventually, Tengen along with Kyojuro would have to pry him off of your corpse despite his refusal.

꒰☁️꒱. Muichiro could never accept this defeat. He will never move on, he still believes you two are still together in some shape or form. He tends to visit your grave each day which offers him an opportunity to do so. Delivering a fresh flower of your favourite kind and colour each time, always replacing the wilted one. Only the freshest and best for you. A part of me 100% believes that he would talk to your grave as if it were a person.

꒰☁️꒱. The mist hashira only has one purpose to live at this point, to slay every demon he comes in contact with, in hopes that's the one that stole his happiness away. Fighting with brutality and skill. He dreams of the day that he could join you once more; he desperately hopes you're waiting for him wherever you are. For if he could sell his soul to hear your angelic voice one last time, he would be done for.

❝ My dear, we shall meet again. Death will never do us part. ❞

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

꒰🌪꒱. From his backstory, we can gather that Sanemi cannot comprehend loss and tragedy; it's more or less the reason he became so cold as of his present age, having witnessed as well as being involved in such a traumatic event during his childhood, he tends to block off others. Losing the ones he cared about most, all that he ever loved. Even losing Kanae left a mark on him until he met you.

꒰🌪꒱. It was only up until he met you that his luck changed drastically. You made him feel complete, wanted and loved more than ever. Shinazugawa loved you, he truly did, with all that he ever had in him; you were his light in his darkness, the person he knew he could rely on whenever tragedy struck his heart. He cared for you, loved you with everything he ever had; he wanted to be yours, forever.

꒰🌪꒱. Sanemi was never reliant on others besides himself, therefore, he never sought the need for others to give their aid even when he did in fact need it more than ever. Yet, you changed that, the one person he loved more than anything, the one person he cherished with every fibre of his being.

꒰🌪꒱. So one could only imagine the sheer terror that painted his face that day. It was as if his heart shattered beyond repair into minuscule fragments of love he had for you; his eyes were almost hollow, dead in fact. There wasn't even a source of any emotion, not even anger, no fear, no hatred.

꒰🌪꒱. The only good thing that came into his life slipped away from his grasp at that moment, again. That was just his luck. I mean, it had to happen at some point but he never expected for you to be torn to pieces by a dreaded demon. Your screams of terror could only fill his ears then, as he failed to do the one thing he swore to always do. Protect others.

꒰🌪꒱. Emptiness turns into guilt and guilt turns into blame. The wind hashira was dumbfounded as his gaze was steadily fixtures onto your mutilated corpse. Crimson streaks slowly make a border around your body, he could only watch on as your haunting screams ring in his ears, your last breath was used to scream for your life. For help. Yet he did not save you in time. What kind of hashira was he supposed to be if he couldn't protect the one person that meant the world to him?

꒰🌪꒱. At this point, I see Shinazugawa not even putting up a fight with the demon that brutally took your life from his hands. Though he craves the enticing thought of revenge, he needs to see you before he decides to take his own life. He'd rather die out of shame on the battlefield rather than the fact he is willing to ever commit it.

꒰🌪꒱. But isn't there a light at the end of the tunnel? Surely, shame is brought upon his name, one of the strongest hashira's last dying breath being taken away by a lonesome, pathetic demon; but it was in his best interests, how could he go with the guilt of your death weighing him down every breath he took? It would be too much for him to handle.

꒰🌪꒱. But at last, his dying moments were peaceful, as all the cheerful memories of you filled his mind, the good ones were the best for there rarely were any horrid ones to begin with. He's thankful that you came into his life, he cherished every second of the time he spent with you. You gave him purpose, the only choice was to die if he didn't have a true purpose. Sanemi's final moments were enjoyed, a smile plastering his face as he crossed into the afterlife, in hopes to be met by your angelic beauty one last time.

❝ I hope you're waiting for me, angel. ❞

#headcanon #demon slayer #kny x y/n #kny x you #yandere demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #kny sanemi #muichiro tokito #kny muichiro #demon slayer muichiro #kimetsu muichiro #muichiro x reader #muichiro angst #sanemi angst

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claymorexpunisher · 9 months

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Bound by Fate (One-Shot)

I might do another part to this that is smutty, but I haven't decided yet lol.

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader

Summary: Vamp!Fem. Reader sneaks into Farmer and Vamp! Drew's Nashville property after she's cast out by her clan and by the powers of fate, she finally finds her place in the world.

Tags/TWs: budding romance, farmer!Drew, vampires, animal death but nothing graphic, I promise.

Word Count: 1268 (Apologies for any typos I might have missed.)

Blood.

Sweet, tangy crimson liquid that I let sit on my tongue before it went sliding down my throat like a river of the softest silk…

Sneaking into someone’s barn at night and feeding off their chickens for the past week wasn’t exactly in my plans. But then again, neither was the fact that my clan abandoned me and basically left me for dead because I refused to hunt down innocent and unsuspecting humans purely for sport. Getting myself right again after being turned wasn’t easy. It was… excrutiating to say the least… but I had done it. But now I had pretty much nowhere to go. No place in this world.

Why it felt better to feast on these poor, innocent chickens, I couldn’t tell you. Maybe because I was now a creature- an animal myself. It felt like we were on equal footing, I guess…

Anyway, I was really surprised at how long I was able to sneak into the expansive property without being caught. Though, truth be told- I didn’t continue coming back just for the free food and for the chance to rest… Nah, the main reason I stuck around was Scottish, blue-eyed, 6’5, and ridiculously adorable. I watched the man speak quietly to every single chicken, horse, and cow in the property, taking his time with each animal. And as neighing, clucking, and mooing sounds filled the expansive land I swore they all spoke right back at him, thanking him for the love and care he showed them.

I did feel like a massive creep for just watching him for weeks but I couldn’t quite bring myself to come out of hiding…

“Alright… ladies, gentlemen… time for bed- no, Cherry. Time for bed, love.” I heard the man say to one of the neighing horses from my hiding spot. I was crouched inside of an open gap underneath the chicken coop. This was my spot for weeks now... Apparently the mare wasn’t ready to go to bed. Cherry had a personality of her own, I had noticed in the few weeks I’d been squatting here… I let out an involuntary giggle as I listened to the amusing interaction and then I clamped a hand over my lips, hoping that the man would chalk off the sound of my laughter to his ears playing tricks on him. But no such luck.

“Something funny?” I heard the man say and when I looked out towards the open space infront of me, I was met with his gorgeous features and impressive stature from upclose as he crouched down into the gap… it took maybe a millisecond before I began letting out a series of nervous rambles and apologies that he cut off quickly just by holding up a large hand toward me.

“I’m not mad that you’re here. I’m… I’m a vampire just like I suspect you are, considering. Plus I’d never turn away someone who needs help…” He said as he assessed me from head to toe until his lips quirked up into a soft smirk and his blue eyes lit up in mild amusement. “I do need you to stop killing my chickens though, love. I kinda need them.” He chuckled and the soft sound mingling with his thick and gravelly Scottish accent sent pleasant flutters right to my heart.

“My name’s Drew.” He said and I introduced myself as well, blushing as I took his outstretched hand. His touch was as warm as his features and his hand practically dwarfed my own, making me blush harder.

But his next words shocked me out of my sudden shyness. He graciously offered the spare room in his home, saying that of course he had known I had been hiding in his property for weeks now. Adding to the fact that he’s a vampire himself, he had found me, sleeping soundly in my hiding spot days ago. He just hadn’t wanted to scare me off.

It took a bit of coaxing on Drew’s behalf to finally make me accept his offer. My experiences with my “clan” left me a bit wary of everyone and their intentions. But I couldn’t deny that I somehow trusted this man, despite not really knowing him. I had no idea why, but I.. I was tired of running. As Drew metaphorically opened his arms out to me, I let myself sink into them. I let myself accept every bit of warmth and kindness he let me have.

“What the hell’s a Scotsman doing in Nashville anyway?” I asked one evening while we were picking some crisp apples for an apple pie I wanted to make for us for dessert. “A massive move, uh?”

Drew shrugged and I took time out of my apple-picking to look at his handsome features. I had been living in his property for about two weeks and things were good. Better than good, even. In the last couple weeks, Drew and I grew closer at an almost alarming rate.

There was this gravitational pull between us that at first, neither of us dared mention. But I could tell he felt it too. I felt it in certain looks or light touches that lingered a bit too long to be platonic. In the way we cared for each other and how we took up any given moment to spend time together.

But it was a feeling that was becoming extremely difficult to ignore… and to be honest, Drew wasn’t exactly subtle. He’d often broach the topic of… of soulmates. Fated mates. And it left me wondering if somehow, someway that’s what this intense feeling was. Just the mere thought of any harm coming to him made me curl my lips in feral anger.

I watched him for a moment longer. I watched the muscles of his abdomen flex with the strain of carrying a basket overflowing with bright red apples, until he finally answered my question.

“I don’t stay here permanently… I need the isolation sometimes. I have some friends elsewhere but when things get too loud, I can just come back here and actually hear myself think. And when that gets to be too much,” He chuckled. “I go back to Tampa… Here it feels more like home, though.” Drew explained.

“I can understand needing the quiet sometimes.” I nodded. “And to be alone. Though these days, the company isn’t so terrible.” I quipped, unable to help myself. I let out a soft embarrassed giggle at the way Drew side eyed me in response. I suddenly was too shy to meet his eyes until I heard the basket he was holding plop down onto the grass and he reached out, gently holding my wrist.

“If the company’s not terrible… then maybe you should stay here. Permanently.” Drew murmured, smiling as he looked down at our hands when I instinctively moved to lace our fingers together. His blue eyes shone in a serene expression and once again my entire body was attacked with fluttering sparks of delight at the sight.

And… love. I didn’t care to deny it anymore. Despite it only being a few weeks since we started this song and dance, I knew where we stood.

I stayed silent for a moment and I watched Drew’s eyes flitter back to mine. His face fell, mistaking my lack of response for a resounding “no.” But he had another coming to him.

Climbing up onto my tippy toes, I hooked my arms around his neck, making him lean down so I could finally, finally press my lips to his.

And that was all the answer he needed…

#drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre fic #drew mcintyre x reader #drew mcintyre fan fiction #drew mcintyre fanfic #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wrestling fic #wrestling fan fic

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milesonsight · 2 months

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I am. BEGGING YOU. To tell us your Vulpes headcanons oh my god

Please ramble about him I am. All ears djdbdjhd

HEY!! AAA writing isn't really my strongest suit so I was planning to feed my head cannons with art or comics and be the next propaganda lol but I would definitely ramble some about him! and also hey FEEL FREE TO SEND ME YOUR FALLOUT NEW VEGAS HC I LOVE DISCUSSING THIS SILLY AND EVERY THOUGHT IS FUCKING WELCOMED (I might draw some of your head cannons too) okay so I had different sketches for this ask but I choose this one :

Its from one of my WIPs (well I just sketch this part out BUT) I was thinking Vulpes would definitely put on some hellish red when he need to attend ceremonies along with caeser, of course its a "war paint" for him not actually make up. is he using actual blood?,,, yes...I say he would use a little blood in his war paint (and I'm still thinking about his custom but he is wearing a mix between gold and crimson red) mf Vulpes showing up to party looking like:

#fallout new vegas #vulpes inculta #fanart #digital art

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he1ian · 1 year

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post rambling about speedrunners lore i have completely made up because i realized i can just do that here

so i really like the idea of the mc multiverse so that's where i imagine them exist (most of it is based on mechanics from hermitcraft since it's the main smp i watch, lol)

the "official ones" are just simply called Runners and they're like, a good force (bad forces would be for example watchers, vex or crimson/egg from the server that shall not be named)

the runners are graced with some sort of power (i haven't yet chosen what graces it to them though..) and an atribute

like feinberg would have a trident and lightning powers, dylqan would have some sort of plant powers (and maybe the bandana as an atribute), etc.

to become an official runner you cannot be intertwined with an smp or a single world (i guess hbg smp would be an exception but since it'd just be filled with runners i guess it makes sense?)(also it's, gone now)

i like to imagine their job is kind of, preparing the worlds for future use, they run through them to see if they won't simply break because some of them generate wrongly (the worlds in which a run was failed would basically be dismissed not able to be generated by anyone in the future)

that'd be their passive task but they'd also have the ability to help balance smps, if a force would basically be threatning enough to break a server they'd step in from the shadows and try to deal with it (they never show themselves though like, you can't tell another player was involved if that makes sense)

my favorite idea is that runners were responsible for opening the portals that allowed hermits to leave s8 (if they stepped in to scoop up the hermits that were left in the last second then that's for me to know)

anyone can do the basic, passive task of testing and running worlds but as long as you're intertwined with something or someone you cannot become A Runner that possesses a power and cannot kind of like, exist in-between the multiverse worlds

appearance wise, they're still players so they wouldn't look that differently, i imagine them sightly taller than an average person (couriway would be the height of a tall player, LOL) and a gentle glow surrounding them

being granted power from running is mostly a myth because actually spotting a runner is very difficult and most people think it's either impossible or that they straight up don't exist

okay this is all i have for now, thank you for coming to my ted talk ❤️

#it's time for a ramble tag #i had to let it out my friends are suffering through my constant rambling

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acethatlovesdinos · 5 months

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I made a post way early in my blog about how certain fe3h characters would be better if they weren't so dedicated to a single other person or ideal.

for example; Seteth and Flayn are wonderful people, with unique personalities and a well-developed design and backstory.

At several points in the story, regardless of route, you can even see Seteth question some of Rhea's actions and decisions....and it left me longing for a story in which I could fight alongside the Empire but maintain a bond with my beloved saints. (I'm sorry I really just don't like the archbishop leave me be lmao). Plus she kinda loses her mind during CF too, and I'm positive they'd catch on and be concerned.

Anyway so this story is gonna take place at some point along Crimson Flower, and Reader is meant to be the former professor of the Black Eagles. Whether it's Byleth or a self-insert, that's for you to decide, anyway enough rambling let's goooo

1.6k words, angst galore

first person SetethxReader(Byleth?) Alois also makes an appearance

warnings: Literal warzone in the beginning. Reader is shot (with arrows). not sure if it counts as a warning but I used the term "saints" and "goddess" in the context where we usually would say "god" since it seemed fitting lol

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I sent off the last messenger hawk, watching it fly over the horizon and out of sight.

Communication and negotiations have gone surprisingly well so far, and the Church has agreed to meet up and talk. Edelgard and I agreed that talking it out would be a good first step to avoid more bloodshed, but just in case they had other plans, we would be bringing an army with us.

The day we set for negotiating finally arrived, and we rode up to Magdred in droves. Seemed they had the same idea, as an entire army stood behind Seteth, sat nobly on his wyvern's back.

I stepped off my horse, leaving my sword with it. The only movement in the field was between the high priest and myself, slowly walking toward one another. It was eerily silent, the wind whistling through the trees hushing every other sound.

We finally met in the center of the field, and I parted my lips to speak. "Seteth. I-"

I froze, my ears perking up just in time to pick up an all-too-familiar sound. I knew what it was, but I couldn't react fast enough.

SHNK.

All at once, before I could even move, three arrows found their place deep within my chest.

My heart pounded in my ears. I stared at Seteth, shock, fear, and betrayal rampant in my expression. I was unarmed. I was there to talk. Why did they...? But his eyes seemed to share the same feelings. It...didn't make sense.

Everything was silent, all sides too taken aback to even realize what happened.

My stance swayed, I staggered for a second, then I fell, the metal pieces of my armor clanking as they met the dirt.

Hell broke loose once my head hit the ground. I heard roars from both sides as each army advanced, enveloping the field in violent noise that had been silent mere moments ago.

Someone grabbed me. I...I couldn't tell who. My eyes wouldn't focus, my body felt cold. I was pulled into a protected embrace, and a distant voice echoed in my ears as the warmth of rushed, desperate healing spells washed over me.

"Y/N! Y/N, listen to me! Keep your eyes open! I need you to stay awake, please! Hold on!"

Saints above, everything ached when my eyes opened again. My pained groan alerted the guardian at my side, Alois, who looked like he hadn't slept in days. A shaken gasp made way for a relieved sigh and a tired smile, and I could tell it took a lot of internal force for him not to hug me.

A proper look around made me realize I was in the infirmary back at Garreg Mach, and three bloodied patches of bandage stretched across my torso. Ouch. Manuela knelt by a different cot, no doubt tending to another casualty from the fight.

"I...I don't remember much. I walked up to talk, and I heard the arrows...then...?"

Alois sighed. "Yeah. We had to retreat afterward, but so did they. We're...still trying to figure things out." As if he sensed the rising panic in my mind, he immediately followed, "your class is fine. Edelgard took the lead after you fell." I nodded, relief overtaking the stabbing pain in my chest. They weren't my students anymore, but I still call them 'my kids' now and again. He smiled weakly. "...just like you to be worried about your allies despite your own injuries."

I chuckled, but the moment was brief, and I clutched my chest. The rumble of laughter just shot the pain through me. With a sigh and a stretch, I pulled myself to sit up, getting a better look at the room. As expected, there wasn't a single empty cot in the room, and my heart ached for the wounded. My eyes scanned the room then froze as my gaze set on a guest, sitting in a chair near the door. His emerald eyes locked with mine, and a sneer pulled at my lips. His name fell from my mouth like acid, as if I spat a curse between the syllables.

"Seteth."

He almost flinched at my voice, looking away with so many emotions behind his eyes. Alois put a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Ease up, kid... he's the reason you're still breathing..." I paused. The...reason? No, that couldn't be right. "...he shielded your body with his own back, Y/N. Didn't dare leave your side til the battle ended, and after the fact, he carried you here himself."

So the arms I felt before I passed out...the relief of my injuries on the field...that was...him? I scoffed. "That can't be right..."

I looked back at the holy man, who had stood up and begun to approach. Now that I got a better look at him, he was completely different than how he once held himself. Tired circles lined his eyes, and his usually perfectly styled hair lay askew. His gilded headband was gone, and after a moment's realization, so too were his priestly robes, replaced by one of Hanneman's suits. Unable to help myself, I grinned. "Oh Saints, you look terrible. You a hostage now or something? Did we capture you?" I knew it was petty and childish, but Goddess, it felt good to get back at him in some way. Watching his cheeks redden at the comment made it even better.

He sighed, familiar frustration returning to his tone. "Y/N, the answer to this predicament is simple, you need only to listen." He took a breath, crossing his arms. "I have elected to resign from my position as Rhea's right hand."

...What?

He took a deep breath. "After careful consideration, I determined it would be safer for Flayn and me to make some...adjustments." he sighed. "If you truly are the goddess incarnate as Rhea said, then I have not yet abandoned my faith, but even if you are not, then I will not stray. I...I fear Rhea has...lost herself, in her efforts to overcome this. She is not who she once was, and I feel strongly that she no longer possesses the same values she once held."

I could only laugh, if only at the irony of the situation. "You've suddenly switched sides, and ever so conveniently now that we've got the upper hand. Siding with the victors, I see....can't say I blame you."

He frowned. "Beyond that, the battle that unfolded those days ago was the last time I was going to tolerate her going behind my back." At my confusion, he continued. "I questioned the archers after the fight, specifically the three who fired at you. I had given them explicit instruction not to make a move unless the Empire struck first. We had arranged that meeting out of mutual trust, and I had full intent of respecting that."

That made me frown more. "So then, why did they-?"

He sighed. "Rhea apparently pulled them aside before we left. She told them that you would be conniving and that you would attack me when my guard was down. She told them that once you were in range, they were to fire. Those directions were not known to me until I had practically interrogated them after the battle."

He shook his head. "My negligence caused you grave injury, and I felt...fully responsible for that. At this point I can only beg your forgiveness."

I was quiet for a long while, trying to process his words. "...You and I have stood as enemies for the last five years. Why weren't you just grateful for my downfall?"

"....because...we didn't...I..." he paused, trying to find the words. "I never wanted to be your enemy. But...I was blinded by my obedience to the Archbishop, and my dedication to Seiros. I never wanted this to happen. Flayn has been more at risk in these last five years than she ever was in years past, and the sooner we can conclude this war, the better it will be for us.

I sighed. Of course it was about her. Its always her when it comes to his concerns.

"But...more than that..."

I paused. There's more?

"I am well aware that there are no excuses...but I'd like to explain why I acted how I did." He sighed. "I've seen you fight for years now, watching you lead hundreds of battles to victory. Each and every time, you looked...ethereal, almost divine....untouchable. Somehow, in your incredible strength, your elegant visage, it left my mind that you could get hurt." He frowned. "I'm sure it sounds ridiculous now, but...that was it. And...the moment I saw the arrows pierce your flesh, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. The realization, that...you could get hurt...that...that you could...die? I just...I don't know. I couldn't....I didn't want to face the possibility of a world without you in it."

He took a deep breath.

"Y/N. That scare made me realize something I should have seen long ago...and that I wish I could have pursued at a better time. But...the truth is...it is that I love you, Y/N."

I sat silent, shocked at every word as I stared up at the fallen priest. What? After everything that unfolded, after all that happened...so much going on...this is what he has to say? I didn't even know where to begin.

My face shifted, void of any feelings, any possible thought. A cold scowl hid my confusion and frustration.

"Get out."

He paused, opening his mouth to speak, but I held up a hand to interject.

"This...really isn't a good time for something like this. Please...just go."

Seteth stared at me, so many thoughts behind his now glossy eyes, so many words under a bitten tongue, but he nodded wordlessly and excused himself from the infirmary. Alois gently put a hand on my arm, but I brushed him away and laid back down. "Not now...please." i let out a shaky breath that I didn't realize I had been holding, and hugged myself as I tried to still my racing mind and heart.

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Aaaaaaaa that went so much longer than I expected but I hope you guys liked it! Let me know if a part 2 interests anyone! Aaaaa i love writing :]

#angst my beloved #setleth #seteth x reader #seteth x byleth #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #three houses #saint cichol #black eagles #crimson flower #silver snow #fanfic

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frostedlemonwriter · 18 days

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Find The Word

Thanks to @xenascribbles for tagging me!

My Words: chase, craze, hope, joined

Your words: intense, swallow, run, inspire (remember you can use these in any tense. Ran, running, inspired, swallowed, etc etc)

I will tag @illarian-rambling @veradragonjedi @saltysupercomputer @winterandwords @rivenantiqnerd and an open tag for whomever!

Chase:

From The Sakura Tree

Mind emptied, though many thoughts appeared in her brain. Like the monks who had taught her. She didn’t chase or pursue these notions. Instead, the young woman sought that center. How she did whenever Kyu spent time in her grove, that copse of trees which bore witness to her. She pursued the same centered spirit and mind, to achieve as such and to allow herself complete self-control. When time and space became almost meaningless, something always pulled her back. Perhaps for the best. “Kyu-san,” Ayako said, her voice teetered on the edge between friendly and sarcastic. “Me and you on watch tonight.” A long sigh escaped from Kyu. “Well, thank you for the warning.” The shorter woman scoffed and huffed. “Not like it is something I want.”

Craze:

I have looked through ALL of my WIPs and not a single one has craze. Insanity! lol

Hope:

From Of Axe & Arrows: The Saga of Teagen

“And we shall grow fat on it!” And slapped the woman on her strong shoulder, he said, “let me pay heed to our jarl and father. Then I hope you three drengr will ride the honey-waves with me tonight!” “Brother! I will drown ya in the honey-wine!” Astrid said. She skipped up past her brother, not the blood-soaked berserker, and off toward the longhouse, along with her twin.

Joined:

The Voice in the Wires

Amid the crimson glow of emergency lights, a massive silhouette dominated the entrance to the nearby subway tunnel. The air was thick with the heat of steam, which billowed forth from numerous pipes. As her eyes adapted to the dimness, Danika beheld a golem-like entity composed of intertwining wires, pipes, and electrical sockets, all joined around and concealed what seemed to resemble a human torso. Glowing crimson orbs replaced where its eyes should have been. Its cybernetic legs, entirely unfamiliar to Danika, struggled to bear the weight of this imposing creation. The familiar buzzing sound filled the air, a cacophony of electricity and metal saws grinding against each other. Weakened, her legs gave way, caused her to collapse onto the damp floor. The deafening noise seemed to scream at her, its voice a force that penetrated her mind. It threatened to overload the CPU within her, to transform her optics into a mushy mess, compelled the young woman to surrender and embrace death. And in that moment, she found solace in the prospect.

#tag game

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crimsondestroyer · 10 months

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it has occurred to me that i've never actually explained what zampanio. is? here

like, i reblog things with zampanio all the time, but i've never actually explained what that means lol

so ok uhhhhhhh 5 am crimson rambles go

ok. so there's this game, from like, the 70s or 80s i think, called zampanio. no one knows what it's really ABOUT besides that it's supposedly really fucking weird. there's also no documentation about it too far in the past, because apparently stuff about this has a tendency to just. disappear. and the people that KNOW a lot about it seem to either vanish or fly off the fucking handle. which is already wacky enough. but, like, the main thing about zampanio is that since the source material is so unknown beyond, like, the vaguest vibes, there's a billion different unrelated fangames about it with nothing in common besides some vague thematic elements? like, there's zampaniosim, which is this massive sprawling network of god knows what that has like, twenty billion different fictional characters from other games in it i think? i heard something about magnus archives and lobotomy corp and i don't understand most of it but it seems very cool. and there's also some rpg maker game someone made called zam2anio? and i played it for like 10 minutes and it's incomprehensible but in the best way. and there's also this discord server that is like, also a puzzle or something? and that's its own thing? and also leads into other things, maybe??? it's insane. but the really cool part is that since the source material is just. Not. you can kinda just go hog wild with different things in different fandoms and have it still be A Zampanio Thing. i'm currently retooling a mario fanfic i came up with literally in elementary school into A Zampanio Thing. it doesn't matter what fandom you're in, you caj make it zampanio. it's genuinely very cool and unique and i like it a lot. i'm not very caught up on a lot of the individual things people have been making but the vibes are immaculate and it ends up making this massive nonsense patchwork of a fandom that somehow all fits together, and just, it's the best

so yeah, go check out zampanio if you haven't already, look it up, play/read/look at some of the stuff people have made, maybe make your own zampanio thing if you wanna, you won't regret it. probably. unless you turn into a monster or something, except actually if you did you probably wouldn't regret it anyway because you'd be a monster so whatever

#zampanio #zam2anio #something something very good game you should whatever the quote is #the magnus archives #lobotomy corporation #mario #i guess? i mentioned mario #i really need to finish that thing #i'm not the best at writing lol #but i'm trying

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bijouxcarys · 3 months

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I know this is a bit late, but I’ve been meaning to share my Spotify top 100 songs from 2023. So uh… here it is lol

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

Baba O’Riley - The Who

Sunshine Of Your Love - Cream

The Sound of Silence (Acoustic) - Simon & Garfunkel

Let’s Live For Today - The Grass Roots

Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

Sweet Emotion - Aerosmith

California Dreamin’ - The Mamas & The Papas

Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

Voodoo Child (Slight Return) - Jimi Hendrix

Eat The Rich - Aerosmith

Dazed and Confused - Led Zeppelin

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

Wig Wam Bam - Sweet

Kings and Queens - Aerosmith

You Shook Me - Led Zeppelin

Great King Rat - Queen

Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf

Last Child - Aerosmith

April Come She Will - Simon & Garfunkel

Tie Your Mother Down - Queen

Barracuda - Heart

Dream On - Aerosmith

Jungle Boogie - Kool & The Gang

You’re So Vain - Carly Simon

Touch Me - The Doors

Pink - Aerosmith

The Riddle - Gigi D’Agostino

Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

All Day and All of the Night - The Kinks

Dude (Looks Like A Lady) - Aerosmith

Around The World (La La La La) - A Touch Of Class

I Was Made For Lovin’ You - KISS

Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2 - Pink Floyd

Magic Touch - Aerosmith

Rebel Rebel - David Bowie

My Generation - The Who

EAT ME - Demi Lovato, Royal & the Serpent

Cheese Cake - Aerosmith

Drowse - Queen

Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys

Off To The Races - Lana Del Rey

Walk This Way - Aerosmith

Cum on Feel the Noize - Slade

I Get Around - The Beach Boys

Layla - Derek & The Dominos

Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel

The Hustle - Van McCoy

SKIN OF MY TEETH - Demi Lovato

Piece of My Heart - Janis Joplin

Super Freak - Rick James

Rasputin - Boney M.

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Love In An Elevator - Aerosmith

You Know You Belong To Me - Queen

Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest

Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

Sedona Sunrise - Aerosmith

You Can’t Hurry Love - The Supremes

Hold the Line - TOTO

Time of the Season - The Zombies

I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles

Bass Slut - S3RL

Born To Die - Lana Del Rey

Seven Seas Of Rhye - Queen

Taste of India - Aerosmith

House Of The Rising Sun - The Animals

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones

Son And Daughter - Queen

29 - Demi Lovato

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

Pretty Rave Girl - S3RL

Tarzan & Jane - Toy-Box

The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke - Queen

A Building Panic (Album Suite) - James Horner

Drop Dead Gorgeous - Aerosmith

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

I Can’t Live With You - Queen

Debil - DJ Blyatman

Big Ten Inch Record - Aerosmith

NDA - Billie Eilish

Now I’m Here - Queen

No More Mr. Nice Guy - Alice Cooper

Janie’s Got A Gun - Aerosmith

Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

The Logical Song - Scooter

Crimson and Clover - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Crazy - Aerosmith

HEAVEN - Demi Lovato

Alone - Heart

L’Amour Toujours - Gigi D’Agostino

Angel - Aerosmith

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

FREAK - Demi Lovato, YUNGBLUD

my strange addiction - Billie Eilish

Sight For Sore Eyes - Aerosmith

Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix

Brighton Rock - Queen

Bring It on Home - Led Zeppelin

#classic rock #70s #led zeppelin #queen #Aerosmith #top 100 #Spotify #spotify wrap 2023 #2023 #music #spotify top 100 #songs #playlist #spotify playlist

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bunglegaydogs · 11 months

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listen its another dazai theory im sorry but he occupies my brain and i cant get him to leave

this ones a bit of a fucking mad one today lmao however, i was re-reading the fifteen light novel and i decided to look deeper into a query i'd always harboured towards one specific part of it, and that's the relationship between dazai and the old boss, so yk, let's get into it lmao

First of all, go check out this post:

it's a really good post, and it makes so many good points! Of course, my point does differ, but that doesn't matter, the quality and content of the post is amazing! Go show some love <333

This post ^^^ is the one that low-key kind of inspired me to make this theory. Anyways, onto the actual post lol.

So, the Previous Boss. A character that we know virtually nothing about, other than the fact that he was assassinated by Mori with Dazai as a witness, he was a savage leader and later became bedridden, to which his orders became chaotic and disorganised and ruthless. This is all that we know so far. So, not really much to go on. But that's why this is a theory :)

To be honest, it's a theory that's kind of canon in a way? Eh, anyways.

One of the number one things that stands out to me that makes me go "Ah! They're connected further than just a witness!" is in Fifteen, where this is said; (SPOILERS FOR FIFTEEN LIGHT NOVEL)

A distorted, crimson haze emerged from the other side of the subspace, and a figure appeared. "There… There is a nostalgic face. Hey, brat… Are you in good health? Have you been bullied by the doctor?" It was the old boss floating in the air, wearing a traditional, black robe. "Hey there." Dazai smiled stiffly. "It's been a while. How's your back pain? Your complexion is looking nice. Wasn't it a good thing you died? Boss—no, previous boss."

Like, hello? Ahh, it really gets me going fucking feral when Asagiri throws shit like this in. Love you king <3 So, this is clearly like... something, right? I don't know, maybe I am just pure rambling about nonsense this time. I probably don't make a lot of sense, I'm very much quite ill right now and I didn't get to sleep until like 8am, and even when I did I woke up like 3 hours later. I am very much running on fuck all. Anyways!

Let's go more in depth I guess.

"There… There is a nostalgic face. Hey, brat… Are you in good health? Have you been bullied by the doctor?"

"There... there is a nostalgic face." - Excuse me? Now, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that when Mori killed him, he was fucking bedridden and probably clinically insane fr. He was not right in the head or the body, and he was on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Once again, I'm no expert, but something tells me that he couldn't see Dazai across the fucking room, hiding in the fucking shadows. Fuck, we didn't even see him until the panel of him just... was there. Jumpscare fr. And again, as well as him being pretty hidden and quite a ways away, the Previous Boss was very ill, mans probably had fucking cataracts or something. My point is, there's a diminutive chance that he saw Dazai in the room. Plus, his remaining focus was on Mori, who was also basically obstructing Dazai from view. Suspicious much? Sorry sorry, lmao. Anyways yeah, it's just the "there is a nostalgic face" that gets me.

nostalgia

noun

noun: nostalgia; plural noun: nostalgias

a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past."I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days at university"

(ofc nostalgia ain't always good like in this case lmao)

Honestly, one can only assume that Dazai and the previous boss had a connection before all this. The theory that appears to be most prominent is that Dazai is either the "rightful heir" to the Port Mafia and the previous boss' son, or that he was adopted by the previous boss. Both are very interesting theories, and I've looked into them and they have strong evidence tbh. They're pretty plausible :)

However, here's me with my bullshit theories that for some reason derail from what everyone else thinks.

I honestly don't think that he was the previous boss' son, however he very much could be, but I do think he had affiliations with him, whether that be his actual parents were affiliated with the Mafia, someone he knew, other distant family members, etc. However he was involved with the mafia, he was. (I'm not saying he was, I'm saying that any way you can think of would probably work lmao)

My point is that I think that Dazai has already grown up surrounded by this environment of violence and bloodshed and exploitation of others to get what you want. When Mori first meets him, he's already a cunning, enigmatic and manipulative child. Where on fucking earth could he have learned that, if not from the people he grew up with, whoever that may be?

Dazai's past will always be one of my top things to think about, because once we get his past, so fucking much might be revealed and explained, and honestly, I need to know fr. (I'm so sorry but 'Killing in the Name of' just came on and I must say, very fitting-) But yeah, sorry, getting off-track. My theory is that his past somehow links into the old boss somehow. Whether they knew each other for ten years or just one before Mori first met Dazai, I think that they definitely did know each other.

Also, another thing of importance to note is the fact that Dazai is still in a suit when he tries to kill himself and gets sent to Mori. Also, I don't know whether the bandages were because of the suicide attempt, or whether or not they're there from before he even attempted it. Personally, methinks it's the latter, but hey, that's not what we're talking about here. Another thing to mention is the fact that Dazai gets sent to Mori, a shady, underground doctor who's clinic is a neutral zone for any fighting and little wars going on between underground rings and gangs, and because at this point the previous boss was going on his rampage, it was sure to be a neutral ground from the mafia. Now, why was Dazai sent here? I've always theorised on this, but my newest one only just blossomed today lmao. One theory I had is that he was found somewhere by a gang member who took him to Mori because he was just like "Oh, a kid, take him to Mori or something." this one I guess is kind of plausible? More plausible than some others lmao. Another one that I had was that whether it was his family or not, the people he was with did not want any suspicion arising around them should they go to a normal hospital with Dazai or they just know Mori's a shady doctor that'll sort him out quick I guess. Another mad theory I had was that Dazai was raised in an orphanage and they didn't want anyone questioning why a child under their care ended up trying to kill themselves on the grounds of the orphanage, so they took him to Mori. (I have more theories on orphanage Dazai, it's one of the least plausible ones but it actually made a lot of sense when I looked deeper into it)

EITHER WAY, sorry, it's clearly suspicious and seedy that you'd send a 14 year old to an underground doctor who is known for being shady and underhanded. Just saying.

God, this got a bit out of hand. Anyways, the newest theory I had for this was that Dazai was under the "care" of the previous boss and had tried to kill himself, Mori got wind of this and took Dazai as his patient, knowing his relation with the previous boss and saw his opportunity to assassinate him, using the fact that Dazai is an acquanitance of the previous boss to his advantage, and the fact that he's his doctor (the previous boss'). Does this make sense or am I actually mentally unwell and just chatting shit?

Well, whatever lmao. Going more in depth into the little extract from Fifteen; "Are you in good health? Have you been bullied by the doctor?" Now, whatever the fuck this means I guess? I'm going to do a separate post about the second half of what he said, because what the fuck. Lmao, but for now, I'm mainly going to focus on the "Are you in good health?" I feel as if this is him not only mocking Dazai, but himself. Asking Dazai if he's in good health, because he's not because he was assassinated by Mori whilst Dazai watched, and he was bedridden towards the end of his life. And, he's mocking Dazai because just a couple days (weeks, months, idk the timeframe lmao) before he died, Dazai obviously was hospitalised because of his suicide attempt, plus the fact that Dazai is just... unhealthy anyways. He's underweight, covered in bandages, mentally unwell and just doesn't take care of himself and throws himself into dangerous situations and has very self-destructive tendencies, PLUS the fact that (not at 14-17 I'd hope lmao) he also drinks, like, that mf is not in a good state. So, I feel as if it's just taking a jab at that, as well as him holding resentment for being murdered when he was ill. Does that also make sense? Maybe not. Sleep-deprived bullshit, my bad. But, as much as it's him poking fun at the situation and the people involved (also it could be bc yk Mori's a doctor, haha funny joke, yk? lmao) I think it's also quite familiar? Like, you know, you see someone that you know, and ask if they're okay, if they're in good shape, especially if since when you last saw them they're very much not. It honestly should come across as a caring remark, but obviously it's not in this situation.

Lmao anyways, another snippet from Fifteen because holy shit;

The true form of the silver flash that cut Dazai was a long scythe as tall as a human being. The old man holding the handle of the scythe gave a muffled laugh. "Cruel… Truly heartless. The day has come where the kid will be beheaded by this hand." The old boss said with a hoarse voice. "But before that, I'd like to talk about my memories… You're an enemy to me even in this body." "Boss. You're no longer a human…" Randou told him gravely. "I used a formula to recreate your memories and personality from when you were alive to insert into my ability… You are simply my ability. And your mission is… to take Chuuya-kun's corpse while stopping Dazai-kun. With that scythe." "Ok, I understand. This soul is a piece of torn paper clinging to your ability. This body is an automatic doll with no interior or self consciousness… But, it's an incredible feeling." The old boss raised the scythe. A black cloth emerged from thin air and wrapped around him… like an old, western grim reaper.

This one got me rabid fr.

Let's go from the start.

The old man holding the handle of the scythe gave a muffled laugh. "Cruel... Truly heartless. The day has come where the kid will be beheaded by this hand."

Right. Right right right. Not only does he laugh after he slices the bitch, what I find interesting is the "Cruel... Truly heartless." Now, he could be referring to a plethora of things, so I'll go ahead and mention a few of them.

One of them could be him calling Dazai cruel and heartless, which is honestly how a lot of people see him and what he does sometimes come across as. He's calling him this because he stood by and watched him get murdered by his doctor, the one who was supposed to be taking care of him. (Again, this is all assuming that he knew Dazai was there, which apparently he did, but how?)

Another thing could be that he's saying it's cruel and heartless that he's having to murder a child. Maybe. But, as we know, he's a ruthless and uncaring man who would not hesitate to fucking deck a kid, so like.

Another thing could be just him being sarcastic about his next sentence, once again mocking and kind of belittling Dazai and making fun of him, because he's in an unfortunate predicament, much like he was.

Now, with a few of those out of the way, moving onto the next sentence which fucks me up.

"The day has come where the kid will be beheaded by this hand."

Now you old on just a fucking minute.

One thing I'd like to say is that typically, a beheading is used as a form of execution. (Also parallells Dazai's betrayal of the Mafia later. Could be me absolutely clutching at straws frantically but I like to make connections and stick to them lol.) And, of course, an execution is a form of punishment for someone betraying or going against any form of law or hierarchy. It's strange to me that he'd use this phrasing. Maybe he's saying this because he feels that Dazai should be punished for not stopping his assassination, and he is to execute him for betraying the Mafia by standing by and watching him die. But Dazai wasn't with the Mafia at this point. Once again returning to my point of their connection and that they knew each other, it could be his way of holding some bitter resentment towards Dazai for betraying him personally, and it's not just revenge he's hoping to get on him. The next bit that also gets me is the "The day has come" as if he's been waiting for this specific day for a while, since before he was assassinated. Gah, it's all so confusing. Also also, the repeated use of the previous boss using words like "kid" and "brat" are also interesting to me. He's really the only one to refer to Dazai that way, bar Chuuya and that one GSS soldier, who was like "The Port Mafia are recruiting kids now?" and of course, Chuuya and Dazai calling each other "brat" "punk" and "kid". It just feels... off, the way the previous boss keeps calling him this. I don't know if he refers to Dazai by his name at all, which could also be a reason as to why maybe they don't know each other at all, because it's of course a plausible line of thinking, as we haven't been given anything that says otherwise. I don't know, it just irks me.

The old boss said with a hoarse voice. "But before that, I'd like to talk about my memories… You're an enemy to me even in this body."

Also forgot to mention the "hoarse voice" when he's saying that to Dazai. That's a big hmmmmm moment fr. Anyways. This part really is so intriguing to me. "But before that, I'd like to talk about my memories... You're an enemy to me even in this body."

Hm? What was that? This part's really fucking suspicious to me. "I'd like to talk about my memories..." So, clearly, there's something in his memories (PLURAL) that he'd like to discuss with specifically Dazai, something so important that the one thing he's been waiting and itching to do must be put aside for the time being. It's the middle of the battle between the previous boss and Randou and Dazai and Chuuya, like, can it not wait?

Irks me, and the fact that (like I said) it's plural. He doesn't say "there's a memory I'd like to talk about." it's just "Let's talk about my memories" almost as if it's fucking all of them.

Then, the use of the elipsis with the jarring "...You're an enemy to me even in this body." is unsettling. He declares Dazai, a 15 year old, as his enemy. Not only has he made fun of him, slashed him up, threatened to behead him and possibly called him cruel and heartless, but he's now stating that he is his enemy, whether he is a corpse or whether he is alive and well, alive and sick, etc...

It's all around a little bit suspicious, if I do say so myself. The next part, where Randou interrupts and stops him in his tracks, is also highly important.

"Boss. You're no longer a human…" Randou told him gravely. "I used a formula to recreate your memories and personality from when you were alive to insert into my ability… You are simply my ability. And your mission is… to take Chuuya-kun's corpse while stopping Dazai-kun. With that scythe." "Ok, I understand. This soul is a piece of torn paper clinging to your ability. This body is an automatic doll with no interior or self consciousness… But, it's an incredible feeling." The old boss raised the scythe. A black cloth emerged from thin air and wrapped around him… like an old, western grim reaper.

(Laughing at the "Randou told him gravely" because he's fucking dead lmao, L)

THIS. THIS. THIS.

"Boss. You're no longer a human..."

SOUND FAMILIAR, YEAH YEAH?

The fact that this specific line was used is just... there's got to be more to it. Why would Asagiri choose to specifically use that? And don't forget when Kunikida also said the same exact thing to Dazai in 55 minutes. (SPOILERS FOR 55 MINUTES)

"The hell are you talking about?! 'Finally managed to die'? You're no longer human! You don't deserve that right! If you really want to die that much, I'll kill you myself! How about this?! And this?! How about from this angle?!"

It just strikes me as odd, the comparisons. Obviously, Dazai's ability being 'No Longer Human', the phrasing Randou used is strange. I don't know. Anyways lol.

"I used a formula to recreate your memories and personality from when you were alive to insert into my ability… You are simply my ability. And your mission is… to take Chuuya-kun's corpse while stopping Dazai-kun. With that scythe."

"I used a formula to recreate your memories and personality from when you were alive to insert into my ability..." So, as we see here, he is just the same as if he were alive and well. He's not just saying all this shit randomly, he has sound reason behind it and he remembers. He has his memories, emotions, etc. (I also want to know when and how he took the body into his sub-space, that's interesting). I don't know why Randou stops after saying "...while stopping Dazai-kun. With that scythe." I don't know, maybe he's just clarifying lol. Hm.

"Ok, I understand. This soul is a piece of torn paper clinging to your ability. This body is an automatic doll with no interior or self consciousness… But, it's an incredible feeling." The old boss raised the scythe. A black cloth emerged from thin air and wrapped around him… like an old, western grim reaper.

And just like that, he's over it. Lmao.

I like the comparison of the old boss the the Grim Reaper, I think that's really important. Especially considering he got his own throat slit by his evil doctor, but.

I think what's so interesting to me about it is that, as we know, Dazai constantly seeks and craves death. He chases after it non-stop, longing for a life that's not his own, and wishing for that one fateful encounter where maybe, he'll finally be able to die the way he wishes. Whilst other people run from death and are scared shitless by the concept of it as they run from the Grim Reaper, harbinger of their fear itself, Dazai actively seeks it. He runs after the Grim Reaper, praying that this time, maybe, he'll die. But as we know, he hasn't yet succeeded (technically he's succeeded twice lmao.) and he still chases relentlessy after him. So, I feel as if the comparison of the previous boss to "an old, western Grim Reaper" is important to note. Once again, I could just be babbling wham. Also, the way he's about to "kill" Dazai is fairly important. The second he raises his scythe, he becomes clothes and adorned in black cloth, like an executioner swinging his axe. A lot is being alluded to in these passages (passages?) that are repetitive themes throughout.

So, this probably made no sense, but honeslty, I just needed to get my jumbled thoughts out there.

In conclusion, I do believe that Dazai and the previous boss have some sort of connection, and I hope it's brought up again, and it wasn't just a one off or a misinterpretation of the scene. It seems really intriguing to me!

A lot of theories that I have seen include Dazai being "heir" to the Port Mafia and whilst that could be a plausible way of thinking, I just don't think so, but who am I to say?

Yes, he was in the room with the boss when Mori killed him; who's to say Mori didn't just bring him with him and say "He's under my care." or something? Maybe it wouldn't be that easy if the room was heavily guarded, especially because it's the Port Mafia's boss and many people are wanting to assassinate him, but they'd never suspect that his doctor would be up to something shady, and so what if he takes a kid in there with him? What's a 14 year old going to do?

Also, if the chances are that Dazai was "adopted" in a way by the previous boss, of course they'd let him go in with Mori, if they knew who he was.

And also, people saying about how why Mori would kick Dazai out of the Mafia at 18 is also due to the fact that he is indeed the rightful "heir" and he knows it, or something. But honestly, I don't know if that has much to do with it. I don't actually think that Mori expected Dazai to leave the Mafia; I don't think he understood the true impact Oda had on Dazai, because Mori doesn't know who Dazai is really. Dazai is cold, and doesn't show much emotion. However, it was a completely different story with Oda and Ango, and I think Mori didn't truly understand the extent that the fondness between them all went to. I think he wanted to keep Dazai under his thumb, reign him in, make him more obedient. If he could take some rogue compnents out of Dazai's life, it'd give him more reason to be more of a... mindless slave? To the Mafia? There's better phrasing, but do you get what I mean? With Oda's sacrifice, Mori killed about 6 birds with one stone. He got rid of Mimic, he got the permit he needed, he (if we exclude my theory of him trying to make Dazai more controlled) got rid of Dazai who was a threat to his position, he got the upper hand on the Division, etc etc. He really hit the nail on the head with that one move. But, in other aspects, it was indeed the wrong move. He lost a lot because of it. He lost the trust of Dazai as well as Dazai himself, he lost one of the most skilled ability users and a phenomenal assassin, also lost quite a few men along the way, (he already knew this but) he lost Ango, a skilled and resourceful information store (lol), etc. Confusing situation lol.

Anyways, sorry, went on a rant, but my point was that kicking Dazai out of the mafia for being the rightful "heir" wouldn't have done much. Dazai could still assassinate him if he wanted to be the boss. Which is why I think he has some underlying motive for doing what he did. Also, the fact that he seems genuinely dejected and angry when the Guild is fighting with them and he mentions that if Dazai were still here, the Guild would have been no match.

Also, a good point that the post I mentioned made was when Hirotsu mentioned specifically Dazai when talking about understanding Mori's motives, which I think was very interesting.

Now, this could probably be about anything, but it does seem like it's directed towards Mori assassinating the previous boss. It could also mean about sending Chuuya over to his location, kicking him out of the mafia (this is the one I low-key kind of think that he meant), etc. It could be a lot, but seemingly it's either only getting Dazai forced out of the Mafia or the previous boss' death. Interesting points all around and their analysis and theory is so so so good!!!

Anyways, this was a bit longer than I expected it to be, I hope it makes sense! Any questions, please please PLEASE feel free to ask! Because I have a lot more to say about this, but I can't write it unless prompted lmao.

Thank you for reading this far, my love <333

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