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born-in-hell · 7 months

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w all the "sinners" theme going on in the qsmp i wanted to summarize everyones sins pre-qsmp lore

Take this as an unofficial and incomplete guide to the qsmp chars past mistakes and wrongdoings. I will also dive on their personalities, since i dont think they'd change so much from pre-lore.

ill keep working on this and adding more info !!! if smth is wrong lmk plss

the colors signify the intensity and/or quantity of known sins.

things like "demon", "cryptid" and "grim reaper" are added here not bc i personally consider them bad, but bc the fed/ the eye might see them as issues.

· qbbh: grim reaper demon. caused a catastrophe when arrived that killed many people (some theorize it was atlantis). burned a childrens hospital once. did something in venice. trickster, liar. (as egglore is semi-canon u can count it in and say hes a former cult leader but eh). Besides his children, trusts no one. Sandwitches the truth between lies to a point no one can tell when hes lying or not. Intentionally acts suspicious, pushing friends and loved ones away. Tends to pull deathly and sometimes harmful pranks on others for fun. Tends to lie abt unserious things for his own amusement. I consider bbh a fox-like spirit.

· qcellbit: cannibal, torturer, murderer. mentor in the war was a demon. liar, manipulator. name originates from his time in prision, where he used a broken cellphone to frighten the other inmates. Kept his nature while in the island, it appearing more softly in the start (the Regret arc, where he falsely betrayed everyone to get intel on the fed), and fully unleashing when he learned the truth abt his past ─ killing the fed workers and threatning qPac ─ and in Purgatory.

· qmike: thief. stole from rich ppl in order to donate to orphanages w qpac. both betrayed qcellbit (formerly cell) when they escaped from prision, leaving him for dead. Not afraid to go against authority figures. Does everything to protect his family. Doesnt trust a lot of people. Stands his ground.

· qfit: 2b2t veteran. i dont need to say more.

· qroier: was obsessive over his last bf. made a cult in his name. tried to kill him ig.

· qmouse: demon & proud. excentric, likes death and blood. enjoys chaos and suffering.

· qfoolish: afaik we dont have much info on his past. Isnt afraid to do what he believes is necessary, even when it makes him a villain. Patient and cunning. Tends to tell the truth, despite not always saying his true intentions. Two-faced.

· qforever: was a corrupt politician. bf from outside the island is a vampire. possibly not a human, although nothing is truly confirmed. If unhuman, theories and hcs span from werewolf, to fae, to elf. His mistakes arise from being too good for his own good. When he became president, he declared he didnt want to be corrupt again, or become a dictator. Always tries to be as morally right as he can, even though it may push his friends away.

· qpac: thief. stole from rich ppl in order to donate to orphanages w qpac. both betrayed qcellbit (formerly cell) when they escaped from prision, leaving him for dead. Has abandonment and self-esteem issues.

· qphil: angel of death. married to lady death herself. If Antarctic Empire is confirmed cannon, hes also a world-conquerer and war criminal.

· qmissa: grim reaper (unconfirmed lore afaik). Naive and innocent. Has major self-esteem issues.

· qtina: demon. hides her identity for unclear resons.

· qjaiden: liar, manipulator. even tho, is a kind soul. fed experiment. besides this, not much info on her past.

· qslime: we dont have any info on his past. Has a weird toxic relationship w qmarianna. Certainly not one of the purest islanders.

·qmarianna: we dont have any info on his past. Has a weird toxic relationship w qsime. Certainly not one of the purest islanders.

· qaypierre: fed experiment (afaik; i guess). he has smth going on.

· qbagi: nothing particularly bad stands out abt her past.

· qbagh: besides being a fed experiment and an islander since was a child, nothing bad stands out abt her past and/or current actions.

· qtubbo: we dont have any info on his past. Naive and impulsive young adult.

· qfelps: he is a weird one. He doesnt have any sins in his past, as he was one of the "good guys". When he was a guard at Alcatraz, cellbit attacked him him. It is unknown if he survived the attack or came back to life.

· qetoiles: we dont have any info on his past. Is a noble warrior, and values fairness over anything.

· qantoine: we dont know. no one knows. is envolved w the feds and cucurucho. a type of cryptid or smth.

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yourmamakira · 2 years

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Smp Members W/ Thier S/O! ....But as Animals ;)

Smp members and You! As animals ;)

These are head cannons by me that I think fir the most! I feel in love with this idea when it popped into my head and I don't know if anyone else has don't this before, if you do get Inspired, @ Me! I wanna See you're HC's Too!! <33

Also next I wanna Do DUOS! As Animals or Duos Eith the Smp members and what you're duos with them would be called and why! So stick around :]

Off top you would be a cat, Any kind of cat. Maybe even different breeds depending on you're mood. You would most likely be the calm to the storm in this HC's and I find these Very hilarious

Wilbur

You and Wilbur would definitely both be cats, he gives off that cat vibe and also gives off the kind of vibe who's very protective and would go any lengths to keep people away from you. He's also very loyal and ALSO very much like a cats asserts his dominance by Laying on top of you....But you love him none the less!

Tommy

It's laughable this one is. I thought long and hard about Tommy and came to the conclusion that he is in fact, a raccon boy. Him ans you're dynamic is rare. Much like the animals you wouldn't expect the two of you to be together let along joined by the hip. Hes a little raccoon boi and you tell him all the time. He hates it and express that all the time. But deep deep deep deep deep deep down somwhere in all those pog Champs. He can't help but feel loves because thats secretly his favorite animal and he knows you know it too :)

Tubbo

Lil rat boy honestly, like I know people will be like "bUt tHe bEeeEee's i couldn't find a picture with a cat and a bee 😒 PLUS i think rat tubbo fits more. Lil rat boy is a fucking menaces to society. Like you either hate him or you live him and only Pussy's hate rats so...Anyways I think this dynamic fits because people expect Cats to eat Rats. Which is false. Unless it's Somthing They Like...idfk 💀

Ranboo

Duo speaks for itself! Long sleenky ahh Boy, I think this just. I think this just fits oh so perfectly, like Ranboo as a Ferrit just seems right! I have no idea what other animal would for because this is the first thing that popped into my head. Hes a tall lanky boy who hates Most things, but loves Sleeping in the most obserd Unhuman way. So I havw concluded. He is a Ferrit because they seem like they ain't got no bones, if the crown fits wear it right?

I have to make a part two Because I've reached my picture limit, but if you guys liked this make sure to leave a like, reblog, Follow and show some support. I love you all and have a wonderful day! ^^

Here's [Part Two]

#wilbur x you #dream smp #fluff prompts #dreamsmp #dsmp #dsmp au #fanfic #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #mcyt wilbur

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alexina-bucket · 4 days

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I'm going to list out all my au's that I can from the top of my head here because why not (feel free to ask about any/request details!)

Fair warning, this is a very long list...

1:the parable (closest to canon)

2:the parable(further from canon)

3:the parable(furthest from canon)

4:the parable w/my exceptions(changing/altering the world to allow certain things to exsist like my friend being Stan and narr's kid)

5:the parable w/OC(s)(added my Sona, my OC ideas and maybe other OCS from people I know)

6:the parable w/lovebug(normal parable but lb is added and the results)

7:timekeeper takeover(timekeeper takes over power)

8:timekeeper's escape(escapes the void and hangs out with Stanley)

9:timekeeper's revenge(gets Stan's help to get back at narr)

10:lovebug parable(nothing else but lb)

11:escaped parable(normal)

12:escaped parable(most realistic to how it would play out irl)

13: escaped parable(glitch version, I'm writing this one so I'm not gonna spoil it)

14:escaped parable(with family, Stan and narr have a son, also writing this so no spoiling)

15:escaped parable(working together)

16:escaped parable(narr started a company)

17:out of parable(normal)

18:out of parable(collage, writing this one too)

19:out of parable(Stan works for narr)

20:out of parable(Stan works with narr)

21:out of parable(friends to lovers)

22:before the parable(Stanley's life story)

23:before the parable(narr and curator's exsistance)

25:parable in progress(narr and curator making the parable)

26:begining of the parable(protagonists before Stanley)

(4)27:stanley's start(how Stanley got here from earth)

28:creation(narr made Stanley)

29:sea(entity+human)

30:sea(entity+entity)

31:sea(sea animal+human friendship)

(4)32:sea(sea animals)

33:sea(merman+human)

34:sea(mermen)

35:sea(supernatural merman/creature)

36:swap(Stan is the narrator)

37:swap(Stan becomes the narrator)

38:violence(Stan and narr try to kill each other)

39:diff narr design

40:diff narr design

41:diff narr design

42:diff narr design

43:diff narr design

44:diff narr design

45:diff narr design

46:diff narr design

47:diff narr design

48:diff narr design

49:diff narr design

50:diff narr design

51:cannon narr design(paper found in UD)

52:demo parable(takes place in the demo)

53:the parable(curator overpowers narr)

54:humanized the unhuman(bucket, fern, broom closet, ect is all humanized)

55:game aware(they know they aren't real)

56:breaking the fourth wall(unaware they're fake but they know there's people spectating)

57:the office(before it became Stanley's story)

58:any I forgot to mention here that I mentioned last post

How I feel making this list longer then stanley's life expectency

#tsp #tspud #tsp narrator #427 #employee 427 #stanley tsp #the stanley parable #tsp fandom #tsp au

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the-empr3ss · 1 year

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Hey, Warriors and future Underlings.

��’ Jester, holy shit. I thought you were lying when you said there was human websites-‘’

( HEYY PEOPLE! Now ik this isn’t a cannon account but I rp a lot with Jester, from trappedwithjester and this is empress! To learn more about her, go to @a-random-unhuman’s blog and search my username. Anyway, this is a semi- nsfw account that doesn’t do full nsfw asks. I will see what I can do for semi nsfw and thirst asks. If you want to do a headcannon for Empress, go ahead! My commissions aren’t closed yet and I would love to hear from you. Goodbye! Also, ik my drawings aren’t good lmao)

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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for a week now 😫 how about a hc with Din accidentally walking in on reader taking a shower (but only sees their back or smn and reader doesn’t notice him) and he’s extremely awkward around them after that? Bonus points if they’re not together but there’s definitely ✨ something ✨ between them 🤧

gf, I love this idea 💞 get ready for flustered shy tin can 🤧 I wrote this very quickly probably doesn't have as much detail as it should but none the less hope you enjoy it! (I didn't do a taglist for this because I'm on mobile atm, but I am still taking request for head cannons while I finish the small bit of my clan din AU so it's coming soon to anyone who is wondering :))

Summary: Din sees reader back for the first time and gets really really shy about it.

Warning/Content: I really just had fun with this one, nothing sad or fluffy. Mentions of ass cheeks and nipples. Embarrassed Din.

It was late, very late when the Mandalorian managed to return, bounty in hand but not for long as the hissing of carbonate freezes him without worry.

Din starts to pull at his armour to remove it, not really caring as it falls to the ground with a slight thump until all he's left in is the dark tunic and matching pants with one goal in mind: a shower and sleep.

He's careful, tip toeing around the scattered toys left by his son, reminding him to pick them up in the morning before you or the baby manage to face plant into the floor of the crest.

Fingers push the curtain of the make shift room to the side to meet a green, curled up ball. The blankets are tucked under, three pillow per his request on each side of him, slow low breaths fall from his slightly parted lips, tiny white teeth poke through.

Then press the button to open his own bed except it's empty, he expects the bed hog who's been . He must have been to tired to notice the sound of the shower running, thick, hot steam that cloud the lower belly of the Razor Crest.

The ray of light that comes through the crack of the door attracts him, reflecting off his helmet as he approaches, hand pressing against the door to close it, to insure your privacy but through the thick steam of the room it catches a long part of skin, naked and out on display.

He tries to look away, really does because this is creepy and you deserve better then having him peeping on you like some pervert but the small of your back looks so smooth, two points that form dimples would make the perfect spot for his thumbs to fit while he's -

He shakes his head, face underneath the helmet growing red, his skin hot with the thought of joining you, giving into this we love each other but can never be together game you have going.

The steam wraps around his throat, makes it hard to breath as it fills the helmet. Eyes drop lower and lower to the top of your ass check as he has to hold onto the wall for support, leaning against it but his hand misses it completely, catching himself mid fall but not before his helmet bangs of the metal wall with a loud shriek.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

The Mandalorian is in full panic mode, fingers begin to tremble, trying to decide if he should just run away or answer to your, "Hello?"

His skin is so hot, it burns and pricks, forms small beads of sweet against his forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut. Despite being on the verge of a panic attack he sounds calm.

"It's... just me... I'm sorry, I was going to shower. I didn't want to bother you I was just going to go bed and tripped. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay, I'll be out in a second. Didn't know you'd be home, it's early. I had the worst headache, thought a shower would help."

He leans against the wall, hand meeting the metal forehead with a whine as he taps it, idiot, idiot. "Yeah, okay Cyar'ika."

As you clatter through the bathroom, turning the water off and drying yourself he's starting to recover from his embarrassment, it sounds like you believed him but he nervously waits and he's glad he does.

You step out of the shower with just a towel that barely covers you, it's pushed tightly across your chest but just enough that he can see the the way your body reacts to the change of temperature, nipples hardening almost instantly. The towel leaves little to the imagination and it makes him want to see more but all he does instead is snap his gaze back up to your face before mumbling something about going to sleep and walking past you to close the door.

When he returns he finds you in clothes, tucked comfy into the blankets of the bed, it's dark, you made sure for when he returned from the shower he could just take the helmet off to go to sleep.

"The baby was miserable today.. wouldn't let me sleep." Din doesn't reply, just lets out a small sound from his chest, he turns to face you except he's greeded with nothing but darkness. "Head still hurts though, I'm going to try and sleep."

"Goodnight Cyar'ika, sweet dreams."

The next morning Din wakes up to an empty bed, it's usual after a bounty, you wake up with the baby to let him rest no matter how much he tells you it's fine, but who knows when the last time he's slept a full night.

Feet follow the sound of babbling and cooing, followed by your calming voice. The baby instantly changes as he sees his father, happy for his return as he waddles and pulls on his pant leg with grabby hands.

"Hi, pal." Eyes shift over to you as he lifts his son, mixing a small bowl of fruit together for which he is guessing is for the child that presses his fingers against his neck, curling a small piece of hair that peaks from under the helmet. "Does your back feel better?"

At that very moment he is so glad the heavy, lousy piece of beskar hides his face as is hits up ablaze, visibly stiffening as you tilt your head in his direction. He clears his throat, "I.. um. I.. meant your head."

He's choked up, fumbling words as pure lava sets in his chest, throat closing. He's nervous, caught red handed as he notices the cocky smile against your lips.

"You look nervous Din." You're playing with him, enjoying this moment that makes the man seem so very human. Sometimes it's hard to remember when he looks so unhuman, but the way his chest blushes under the white shirt, free hand nervously fiddles the hem of the shirt behind his back, can't speak much like last night he was too busy staring at you to notice you caught a glimpse of him in the mirror. "My back feels very fine, would you like to see or did you see enough yesterday?"

Before your hands could even reach the bottom of the t-shirt he is walking away, defeating mumbling something along the lines of. "That's not funny."

#din djarin fan fiction #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #the mandolorian imagine #din dijarin x reader #the mandolorian x reader #din djarin

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seijch · 4 years

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➣ the fate of a blade has (and always will be) to live and live and live. whether or not they retain their memories is optional.

kuroo tetsurou + gender neutral!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

high fantasy au, angst

this fic is inspired by the video game xenoblade chronicles 2, but knowledge of that game is not needed to enjoy this fic :-) this fic also takes place in the same universe as my ushijima fic simple life, but the stories of both take place independently of each other !!

Wait.

Stop.

"Kuroo?"

You know him; of course you do. You'd recognize the sharp lines of his face from anywhere, any place, any time. You take his appearance in the same way one would thumb through the pages of their favorite book: with familiarity and all the care in the world.

He turns at the sound of his name, his gaze searching for a moment for the source of the sound. When it lands on you, your heart breaks.

He looks about the same as always, hair permanently disheveled and exactly as annoyingly attractive as you remember.

(He used to lord it over you when you'd admitted it to him. "Oh?" he'd asked, chin in his palm and a twinkle in his eye. You had wanted nothing more than for the ground beneath to swallow you whole.)

It's been almost a full year since you've seen him. You didn't think you'd get the chance to ever again.

"Do I know you?" he asks.

You did, you want to scream.

You did—

(Your eyes blink open for the first time. Well, not really; they've blinked thousands, millions of times before. This just marks the first time your eyes have opened to your current incarnation.

For a moment, you think you're seeing double, the girl you assume is responsible for awakening you shadowed by her doppelganger. Ah, you think. They must be identical twins.

Introductions are standard. They have to be, when all you've come into this life with is your name and the innate knowledge of your power. Such is the life of a blade, you suppose. You come into this world with one purpose, one goal: to serve your driver, the person who summons you.

Thankfully, your driver and her sister look nice enough, but their company does not, all scarred faces and scowls.

"Tough crowd, right?" a voice asks, low in your ear. You startle, whipping around to strike your would-be assailant. It's another blade, judging by the gem embedded in his chest and the vaguely unhuman look in his eyes. He holds his hands up in surrender, a playful grin on his face. "What a way to greet someone you've just met," he drawls. When your body relaxes, he offers his hand for you to shake. "I'm Kuroo. And as for this," he nods to the grim atmosphere of the camp, "you get used to it."

Niceties, it seems, are few and far between when your trade is entirely underground. Both your driver—and Kuroo's, whose driver is the mirror image of your own—were involved with the illegal dealing of core crystals, the very thing blades are summoned from.

You voice these concerns to Kuroo on your second night. "It took me a while to get used to it, too. Turns out our drivers aren't as morally corrupt as the rest of the crew." Blades tended to take after their drivers, their personality overlaid over the blade's to make each incarnation unique. "But hey," he rations, tossing a deep orange gem with one hand, "money makes the world go 'round, doesn't it?")

You did—

("You've got to try harder than that," he teases, the tip of his katana kissing the gem on your chest. "I was just starting to have fun, too." You hiss, ignoring the sting as you get up from where Kuroo's knocked you on your ass.

"Oh, I'll show you fun," you growl. He only smiles, dropping into a fighting stance as you pick up your weapon, a cannon drawing its projectiles from the ether energy in the air. You've long since learned that Kuroo is an opponent you can't hope to beat; there were a select few blades that were lauded throughout history for their power. Kuroo Tetsurou, wielder of the Chaos Uchigatana, happens to be one of them.

But that sure as hell won't stop you from trying.)

You did—

(The sparring sessions become routine, and you end up playing into Kuroo's hands every time. Each blow landed is an uphill battle against his strength, his skill.

Out of all the mornings and nights spent butting heads, you can only remember one instance where you come out on top.

Your breathing is hard, the cannon focused at his head. You'd tumbled into his lap at some point, but your head is hazy with the fog of victory. "I did it," you pant, chest heaving.

"After what?" he asks, as though he wasn't pinned to the ground. "How many losses did it take you, hm? Fifty? Eighty?" The real number—not like anyone was counting—is closer to ninety-seven. You wisely choose not to tell him that.

"You're not going to take this from me," you tell him as your breathing evens out, crooking a finger at him. Only then do you notice the space—or lack thereof—between you. You scramble to get up, offering him a hand. It's warm. Calloused. Fits perfectly in your own.

You try not to think about it.)

You did—

("What is this, Kuroo?" You're the only two awake, up for the last shift of guard duty while the rest of camp snoozes under the night sky. The only light around is the campfire Yaku set up hours ago. It burns low, crackling enough to cut through the silence.

"What is what?"

"Don't play dumb with me," you mutter from his shoulder, a bit muffled. "We both know you're smarter than that." His shoulders rise a bit, like a wave cresting and falling as he exhales from his nose in a half-laugh.

"Let's say," he deflects, "one of our drivers dies tomorrow."

“How morbid. Are you talking about my driver?”

“Why would I be talking about your driver? It could be either of us. That’s the point of a hypothetical situation. It’s not likely to happen.”

“You tell me, Mr. Ninety-Seven.” You’re sure he’ll take the compliment, say something about how his total number of wins against you has gone up into the hundreds, but he surprises you with what he says next.

“Don’t pretend like we’re not equals.” When you huff, he exhales, refocusing.

"Let me finish. Let's say one of our drivers dies tomorrow. One of us returns to our crystal. When they're reawakened," he does his best to crane his neck, trying to make eye contact, "we won't remember this. We won't remember us."

"Yeah." It's a fact of life; blades only live as long as their drivers do. They return to the conscious, corporeal plane once they're reawakened. It's something you know, something you'll always know, through this life and the next. You're sure there are countless people, blades and drivers alike, that have been wiped clean from the slate of your memory. "And?"

"Is it so bad," he says, barely audible, like he's trying to convince himself to believe it rather than persuade you into agreeing, "to be so selfish with your present because you'll never remember the past and aren't promised a future?")

You did—

(The next job ends in an ambush from some of the competition.

You're sure the exertion will weigh on you later, but right now, you relish in it. You've long since passed the point of being one with your driver. The ether bond between you causes you both to glow golden with the raw energy being used, and she handles your cannon with ease. They say that it's during battles that the lines that separate driver and blade are the most muddled, and right now, you know it to be true. You’re certain that you two can take on whatever comes, that you’re on top of the world and nothing will take you down.

So you do just that, the cannon's shots of ether echoing into the night, against the rock walls of the cliffs surrounding the valley.

The dust clears. The euphoria of battle begins to seep out of your bones.

Your driver's twin sister—Kuroo's driver—lies broken and bloody on the dry grass.

"No," your driver sobs, her eyes glassy in a way you've never seen in all your months together, "you said it was us against the world." Her voice cracks, "You said-"

"I know what I said." Kuroo's driver has always been the more rational twin, hasn’t she? When she smiles, her teeth and gums are stained red. "I meant it. Still do." Her words are punctuated with a gurgle bringing with it a bubble of blood that pops on her lips. "It always will be. Now run."

"What-"

"Reinforcements are coming!" Yaku shouts, out of breath as he runs in your direction. You're not sure if it's because of exhaustion or because his driver's life force is ebbing away, the ocean itself receding in time for low tide.

"I can't leave you behind," your driver cries, tears running down her cheeks unbidden. Kuroo is fighting them off by himself, a speck barely recognizable in the distance. He's winning, too—for now.

A blade with a driver on their last legs won't last. The realization is heavy as it drops to the pit of your stomach, like a pebble creating ripples in a pond.

"You have to. What's the first thing we learned on the job?"

It's one of the first things you learned about the job, too: when things go south, it’s time to bail out.

You're told to run and not look back.

You and your driver—you're sure it's a trait inherited from her—have never been good listeners.

When you chance a glance behind you, you're just in time to see Kuroo and Yaku's core crystals fall to the ground as their driver takes her last breath.)

You did.

(Life is dull after that. Colors are no longer as vibrant, the excitement that came with each day long gone. You wonder if that excitement was something that came with Kuroo alone.

Gone are the sparring sessions, the late nights spent on watch duty. You know your driver has it worse; she's despondent half the time, enough for the crew to leave her to fend for herself.

"We have enough money," you tell her one afternoon. The coins clink softly as you draw the strings of her purse closed. "Let's buy a place somewhere. I hear Uraya is nice this time of year. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," she replies. The firecracker you’d come to know and love has fizzled out. "I'd like that."

You pretend to not notice the locket she clutches close to her chest when the nightmares get the best of her. When you'd first awakened, Kuroo had been the one to tell you the story behind it: it was the first thing the two of them bought with the money from their first job.

You wonder where Kuroo and Yaku are now, eyes trained on the view of the sky from the window of the inn. You wonder if they've returned to the land of the living.

But thinking like that won't get you anywhere; after all, even if they were, it wouldn't be the Kuroo and Yaku you know.)

His eyes are guarded, entirely without recognition. In the end, he was right. (And you're sure that if Kuroo—your Kuroo, not this Kuroo that stands before you—was still around, this would be yet another victory held over your head. You find it a little annoying that he's still winning, even now.)

In the end, you are the one left with the memories. The weight of them is enough to bring you to your knees, to drag you into the depths with no chance of ever seeing the light again. Every fiber of your body wants to reach out to him, to ask "Don't you remember me?"

But you've had your share of selfishness.

Your driver is waiting for you to return with the groceries. (She's taken to cooking these days. She's no good at it, but the humming you hear from the kitchen on good days makes eating her awful dishes more than worth it.)

You swallow, but it does nothing to get rid of the lump in your throat.

"No," you smile up at him. The edges of it are a bit too strained to be genuine, and he notices. You’ve known him long enough that you can read his tells, the slight narrow of his eyes when he picks up on something poorly concealed. He’s perceptive, as always. You suppose some things never change.

(Your Kuroo knew you. He knew you well enough that the slightest change in mood would tip him off. But then again, that feels like ages and years and lifetimes ago.

Now, you’re just a stranger that’s stopped him in the middle of the street.)

"You don't."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenario #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo scenario #kuroo imagine #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo fic #haikyuu fic #kuroo x you #au:xc2 #i was also not supposed to write this but here we are!!! i actually like it a lot but mayb thats bc its #1) my comfort character kuroo #2) my comfort genre angst #comfort in the second case meaning im most at home writing it LMAO #me: i should diversify my masterlist its not like i dont have fluff wips #me: angst brainrot #anyway im scheduling this bc idk when ppl will be awake and im working in the morning tmrw but!!#two fics in two days .... who is she #hope this shows up in the tags 🕺🏻#its rlly hard to tell but kuroyaku are now kenmas blades ... somehow LMAO #maybe ill talk abt it some more Who Knows #reading this back ... maybe you DO need knowledge of the game #my bad

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oddarin · 4 years

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Quick thoughts after new chapter. Obviously slight spoilers.

- BATH SCENE ASFGSGHEFETGEHDGHDFGWEUIW *unhuman screams* just can't stop looking at that CG and back to work

- Lucio has the scar that looks suspiciously similar to one from self-harm or suicidal attempt. Maybe it is not, but it was my first thought when I saw it. (Maybe I just like angst too much and wish to think so. But I can quite imagine how he perform that kind of act being delirious and despaired after an amputation, clamping the dagger between his knees or holding it in his teeth, thinking as his life is ruined and beind mad that he even not beeing able to do it properly now. After all he came to thought that it was definitely not his brightest idea trying to cut himself in the medical tent being surrounded by doctors)

- Lucio doesn’t know how to calm himself down on his own when he is overwhelmed. Perhaps this is some root of his bad temper and explosive behavior (yelling, broking, damaging and throwing things when he needs to vent, as it is his only available option)

- Lucio is the good swimmer after all

- They have knowing not only about trains in their world (trains was mentioned in the last Muriel’s chapter) but also about wrist watch. That looks like that they live in some kind of steampunk world lol If not to think that it is just anachronism and carelessness in writing the script.

- Okay, I think I suddenly have a little crush on Valdemar now. As if it was too easy for me before 😂

- BATH SCENE. Fine, it’s inevitable. I cannot not to speak about it. I have a post in my drafts about it with some thoughts that it looks like Nadia categorically does not intend to offer her private bathroom to Lucio as she did it in others routes (I've expected this scene before the Masquerade, as I find it quite reasonable if they were send to take a bath before the party after all that Lazareth stuff, but.. they did't) as she had some bad previous experience, like Lucio might bathed with his dogs and use all luxury shampoo for them (because his babies are deserve all the best!). Buuut... well, cannon balls are not any better. So yes, she obviously had her reasons 😆 //And as it shows the option with separate bathing in the chapter, I was right! He is truly bathing with dogs :)

- When the new chapter comes out I always play it several times to see all the options. And gosh, I really don’t remember if I ever felt myself that bad before the choice as now on “Free me” option (I even needed to stop game and took several deep breath before I could keep reading after the choice. Too damn hard for my poor heart lol). But you know what? With choosing that option the chapter becomes much longer! And more interesting in a way. And this is an opportunity to meet the rest of the characters that have not appeared yet (though only Julian got a line, but I'm still glad). And dialogues after reunification with Lucio? Omg, I've totally melted. It is so amazing. So I definitely recommend to try that plot option - pure, 100% hurt/comfort as it is.

//sorry, too lazy for properly name edit this time

- And I’m sure that it was already mentioned but since it is obviously by now that Lucio and MC are completely interchangeable in the ritual it's reveals almost undoubtedly that Lucio represents the Fool arcana. Congrats to all who believed and hoped :)

#the arcana #count lucio #lucio update #the arcana game #lucio's route #quaestor valdemar #i'm dead thank you very much

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charsawdeath · 5 years

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Cause I'm Mentally And Physically Sick And Have Lost Desire To Write-Have A Death Cannon Again With Ol' Hastur And Ligur

Jasper willingly went to Heaven, he could never BE a Demon-

Chase was killed during his proving by a cut open windpipe

Aza was Chases human reincarnation that once suckled by a Demon 'forgot' what he was born as and figured he was another Demon - Cut to Aza watching Chase die and be reborn as himself and the kiddo put two and two together thus knows he's mortal

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Aza is more careful, but still YEARNS to PROVE he's Demon enough and thus began his keeping things like a small cough, or shivers to himself, why? Demons never get sick!

He knew he was mortal yet TRIED to be the Demon spawn his parents wanted from Jasper and Chase, that limp? Twisted a leg on something-Not hungry, Demons don't ALWAYS eat!

Mortal bodies can only endure so much before it gives out, the cold he caught never fully went away after his body couldn't keep the broken leg well, his systems failing ever slowly

Demons don't understand medicines even with Aziraphales help, missing a step and breaking his leg to a degree of limping before his parents, his body began to decay from within

Infection set in first, losing his appetite, leg being broken lost his drive to hunt and or Lurk now always sitting stumped like, then came just wanting to sleep-

He had grown so ill during the course of this that even bringing him to Aziraphal for help and willingly allowing mortal doctors to see to him made no difference

BECAUSE he was suckled by a Demon, raised as unhuman like as any wild child, Aza's body refused the medicines and just went to sleep, his last thing was a gifted smile to Hastur and Ligur who knew the smell of death long before the humans did but begged them to keep trying now watched their third child leave their world

#hastur x ligur #omens #oc kids #jasper #chase #aza #maggot husbands #ligur x hastur #hastur and ligur #good omens ligur #good omens hastur #headcannon #death #tw death

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gotmeringinghellsbells · 5 years

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Next Day Giggles

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Adam, Curtis, and Takashi Shirogane

Warning: Contains mention of mature themes

A/N: The idea for the Shirogane fur babies names came from @kwaiipootato, as did the idea for the title.

Description: After a night of yelling, Curtis tries to cheer Adam up from his fight with Shiro.

He wasn’t even involved but…. Curtis couldn’t help but to keep his distance from his husbands. An upcoming mission, one both Shiro and Curtis had to go on, sparked a nasty conversation the night; One that left Curtis unjoined in bed…. Reliving parts of his past.

People fought, it was normal, but childhood trauma had caused an impact on how the young man reacted to it. When voices, hands, or any objects around him and the person fighting the boy would cease up and go quiet as he watched the other in fear.

Hearing it was just about the same. He felt like a child every time, had been belittled and called one too for his reactions. It wasn’t his fault, but…. This isn’t a story for now. For now, he just wanted to put his family, the only one he considered to be family, back together. He held himself slightly as he walked down the stairs, hungry munchkins following ad passing him by as they wanted to be fead. Before that, Spice needed to be let out.

Entering the kitchen to get to the back door, Curtis nearly jumped at the sight of Adam. He looked like hell. Dark, baggy, and blood shot eyes. His hair looked a bit greasy, skin paler, and he seemed to be drifting off into someplace else. “Morning,” Curtis hummed as he passed by the older. He wasn’t met with a reply. Looking over his shoulder, he turned the knob to let the dog out as Coffee hopped onto the counter.

“Adam.” The professor blinked a bit before looking up. “Oh, morning.” The functioning eye glanced over to see a familiar kitty staring at him. Smiling faintly, he scratched behind her ears. “You didn’t come to bed last night,” Curtis stated hesitantly. He was working on the cat food as he tried to communicate.

Taking a spoon, he put half of the wet food onto a small cat plate before passing it to Adam. The shorter placed his mug of coffee down before taking his daughter's food and giving it to her. “I know you both have to go,” was the only response Curtis got from his husband. Unsatisfied with this, the taller looked over the older. “Yes, we do. But even Iverson said you could come with us and still receive the same amount of pay. Your classes could be covered.”

He kept his voice low as to not stir anything. “He said the same thing last night,” Adam exhaled while bringing his mug to his lips again; Staring into space. “Oak isn’t that interesting Adam. Why don’t you want to do it? Someone can’t teach your students like you can?

“That’s true but,” Curtis paused. What to say: “Remember what happened last time?”, “You never know what could happen.”, “It would be nice to have you on board again. Last time things went a lot smoother with your two’s team work.”

They all sounded bad. It seemed that Adam was just upset over past choices, mistakes. He loved space, so did Shiro, but it was such a sour and painful topic now. Curtis was surprised they hadn’t quit and moved away from the Garrison. They lived in the same town as it, just further away from the actual town. Theri closest neighbor was about twenty minutes away by foot so it wasn’t too far but still.

“It’s not oak Curtis, it’s mahogany,” Adam corrected. “Also, I know others can teach these kids, I’m not that crazy. I just…. I don’t want him going back out there.” Trying not to take offense to the lack of his own name being mentioned, Curtis let Spice back in before giving her a third of her own wet food can.

“You couldn’t stop him the first time. It’s his dream to be out there, or it used to. He went forward with his dream and now is part of something even bigger than the Garrison. We can’t stop him from going.“It’s like negotiating with other countries now. Well, I don’t need to explain that to you but I’m just saying,” the male paused his rambling when a hand lightly rubbed his arm.

Adam snorted a bit, he was really tried. He seemed slightly loopy from his reaction. “Curtis, breathe.” Crap, right. The taller took a breath before letting it out. “I’m saying he doesn’t have a choice. Allura is trying to run a planet, otherwise she’d probably be out there. But seeing as her people are trying to revolt against her husband, her hands are tied.

“The coalition needs to be reminded of Voltron. It’s just a few shows and some care supply runs and any distress calls we get while we’re out there.” Curtis paused to look into Adam’s eyes. The scarred one seemed dull as normal, the life within was un known, but the other looked at him with a pleading no. “We don’t know how long we’re going to be out there…. That’s why we want you to come. We don’t want you to be alone. Well…. You and Coffee alone.”

Like hell Curtis was leaving his baby Spicy-kins on Earth while he was in space! The eye feel back to the mahogany table before the other started to rub his wedding band. He wasn’t about to pull the same stuff from when it was just him and Shiro with Kerberos was he?

The anxious hand was taken by another anxious one as Curtis offered a small smile. His thumb brushed along the scarred knuckles softly and lovingly. “We’re not throwing anything away. Our home will still be here when we get back.

But we just don’t know when that will be and you know that. Your not putting your life on pause for us, or well… maybe you are. It’s your choice if you want to go.” He gently let the hand go before heading up stairs.

He and Adam had the day off and the youngest figured Shiro was either in a meeting or had stormed off the night before or this morning. Climbing back into the white sheets, the male snuggled down for a nap. His mind had kept him up the night before and frankly…. He didn’t sleep much either.

But, lips on his cheek and a gentle touch on his arm kept him from fully doing so. “I’m…. sorry,” Adam sighed softly. “Your right. It is putting my career on pause but looking at what happened last time, I think I’d rather be in space with you two.” Loving, sun kissed hands combed through chocolatey brown locks.

“Hey, don’t apologize to me, but I’m glad you’ve calmed down. I know your upset and tense and you have all the right to be. But in the end it’s not in your control or power. Don’t worry about it too much.” Besides, Adam had the jobs of cocaption, and an assistant for Colleen Holt; But it wasn’t the same as his actual, paying job.

The look of guilt on Adam’s face was rather devastating. He was normally always so well composed and just over all a mother like person. But this conversation seemed to have just broke him like that. Setting his husband’s coffee down, Curtis pulled the shorter onto him before rolling them over so he was laying on top of the other.

Gentle kisses were scattered about, trying to take away the guilt that was eating at the man. “I love you,” he hummed softly. “I love you so much.” It wasn’t working too much as Adam still felt tears threatening to leave his eye. “I love you too,” the professor said weakly as he sat up more just to hug Curtis. Shiro had stormed out after being couch bound last night, after the two took a painful trip down memory lane.

Curtis said nothing as he leaned forward so that Adam’s back was on the mattress. He didn’t know how long had gone by that they were in this position. Adam pinned between Curtis and the mattress, legs straightened and pinned between the younger’s open ones, arms wrapping around each other as chests touched. Lips found Adam’s face, neck, ears, anything they could as the other tried to soothe his love.

It felt like hours before the small pity party ended. Then Adam became self conscious of acting like a child and started to try and squirm away. “Thanks,” he mumbled as he tried to compose himself once more. But his glasses were removed and placed on the same nightstand that held their morning beverages.

“Kind of…. Need those,” the professor protested softly before leaning to grab them. He let out an unhuman noise before freezing, daring to glance up at Curtis. Oh no. “Your always so serious and hard on yourself. Maybe you need to relax, huh?” Adam didn’t need his glasses to see the smirk growing on the younger’s face, nor the clawed hands coming in to strike at him again.

Curtis was easy to take down in a tickle fight as he was a living tickle spot, but maybe Adam had been a bit too slow to stop him and fight back. His reflexes kicked in as he threw himself back into the pillows and started laughing hysterically.

“Nhahahahaha! Sthahahop, Curtis sthahahop!” Long limbs twisted and turned in an attempt to escape. Kicking out, alternating attempts to grab, cover, and distract, all from some skilled fingers working on his stomach.

“You know, I heard some royalty used to actually have sessions like this before greeting their husbands. If I recall correctly it was to put them in a good mood? It’s been a while since I saw the post but who knows if it was real.” Of course, Curtis would just talk so casually about this topic while freaking destroying the other.

It was like when Adam and Shiro were starting to get intimate. Curtis never really had much interest in intercourse so he’d either watch a movie and the other two would start or he’d be down stairs. But he was so casual. He would just start talking to them about theories, head cannons, writing qualities, etc., as if the two weren’t beside him.

Adam fucking loved him. “Ah shahahahit! C-Curtis sthahahaop it!” Some hiccupy snorts left the older’s mouth as finger climbed up his ribs, vibrating each one softly. A spazzing torso started to twist and turn more, desperate to escape. Never once though had Adam tried to fight back this time, maybe it was helpful?

He did want Adam to be in a better mood, especially for when Shiro got home, but that didn’t really have to do with his motives. He wanted him to relax and just feel happy. The professor was always serious and stressed. Shiro would tell him about how Adam used to be and frankly he wanted to meet that Adam. But the only time he ever could was when they were having like a tickle fight or something silly.

“C-Curtis,” the professor shrieked as he tried to use the mattress to hide his ears. It wasn’t working as his hands weren’t helping to protect them. They were trying to shove at the other’s face, hide his own face, or cover his mouth as he bucked and jerked about. It was a rotation of sorts but this was rather fun.

“Nhahahaot thahahahere! Okay, okay!” His voice sounded a little off which caused the younger to quickly let up. Knuckles gently traced up and down the flushed cheek as the poor, older man tried to catch his breath. “You alright?” Curtis couldn’t hold back the shit eating grin, even after he’d given Adam his glasses back. Okay, put them on the man’s face again.

He was met with a glare before a roll of the eyes from a soft kiss on the cheek. Such sweetness, Adam wasn’t even going to reward him with the warning of an oncoming danger behind him. Okay, that wasn’t true. He waited a moment before nodding up with a tired smirk. He would be avenged! “Hm?”Curtis glanced up at the last second and uh oh.

A scarem let out before shrieks and cackles of laughter. Curtis thrashed about harder than Adam and the sides that weren’t attacked weren’t even a bad spot. Shiro snorted a bit, looking equally if not more shitty than Adam had before. The professor sat up, still trying to compose himself before he was greeted by his fluffy kitty. Smiling, he pulled her into a hug and leaned against the pillows. Let his man children fight their own battle.

The worst came soon as Shiro seemed to not fully be feeling playful. He gave a faint smile before letting i fall as he trapped ankles under his arm. “No, no, no, no! S-Shiro!” Curtis was honestly too cute for this world. The shortest male chuckled before looking over his shoulder. “Say my name and I might stop.” What?! No fair!

“Shiro!” This had Curtis feeling a bit upset as well now. Married for five years and he still couldn’t pronounce “Takashi”. “That’s a little much,” Adam hummed as he set his precious baby aside. “Maybe you should be a bit nicer to him, huh?” Shiro squeaked before leaning down. He kept his arm around Curtis’s ankles as his blue tooth hand found Adam’s side.

It was more or less a three way tickle fight until the three were in a large cuddle pile on the messed up bed. Pants and left over giggles escaped all before Curtis snuggled more into Adam’s chest. Shiro, who was on the brunette’s shoulder, opened his eyes a bit before smiling. Adam repeated the action before they leaned down to share a few sweet kisses.

Shiro wanted to keep going as he just needed reassurance after their fight, but he was too tired. He plopped his head back onto Adam before being met with a slight pout. “Sorry, sorry. Come here.” He went to pull Curtis forward but the other moved back. “No, no. It’s too late now,” the youngest teased.

“Shut up and take your kiss,” Adam groaned before giggling from two hands vibrating on his stomach. Here they went again.

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