#kind of a strange thing to wake up to tbh

[mockerycrow]

UNDER THE SURFACE (Ghost x GN!Reader)

ghost masterlist — ghost icon by @yumethefrostypanda concept post here!

authors note; this is not my best work tbh, i wish i could improve it somehow, but i’m hoping you guys will like it anyway. Pretty sure this is my longest singular post, too! 4.7k words :-)

[WARNINGS: angst, spiraling thoughts, near panic attack, hurt/comfort, inaccurate medical stuff, vague descriptions of physical violence, very brief mention of possible self harm.]

YOU WERE USED to Simon being gone for long periods of time; you have been his roommate for two years now, nearly three. You know he’s military, it’s part of the reason why you were able to score being his roommate in the first place. At first, it was a very awkward arrangement. Simon himself wasn’t a very awkward person, no—he’s actually quite charismatic in his own way, a way that you could get along with. One of the reasons why the arrangement was strange at first was because you weren’t exactly able to get a one on one tour of the flat before agreeing, but you were a bit more trusting of this mysterious man because a mutual friend—Kate—sent you his contact information, considering you were looking for a new place to live since your lease was up.

Simon’s flat was void of any personality, really. Yes, you could tell by the way he organized everything that he had been in the military, probably for quite a while—but there weren’t any photos. No gaming systems; you discovered he did have a bookcase of quite a few books, but it was covered in a layer of dust. Despite this, when examining the books he owned, you could tell they were worn down—definitely loved. It made you smile a bit, seeing the different variety of books. A bit of personality, you think. Besides his room, it was like a completely furnished, no personality flat. You weren’t allowed in his room, not unless he gave you explicit permission, which you honored his boundaries. Simon was kind enough to offer you a space in his home—but you know he was quite weary of you, which was understandable. He helped you move in and you could tell he was watching you and your body language. Searching you for danger—but he slowly warmed up to you.

Another thing that you discovered that Simon was quite emotionally.. constipated. Over the first few months, you could tell he didn’t sleep as much as he probably should. He was always awake before you, and you would always find him in the kitchen, sipping on a hot cup of tea. After a few weeks of this routine—Simon rising much earlier than you, you figured maybe he couldn’t break the military’s strict routines.. Until one night you woke up from the sound of his heavy footsteps walking down the hall. You tensed in your bed and you sat up because Simon was silent as a ghost all the time. You didn’t even know if it was him at first, so in your half-asleep panicked state, you felt for your phone and you texted Simon’s contact, asking a messily texted “is that you walking around?” You blink your sleepiness away and wipe your eye as your phone vibrates with a “yeah. sorry.”

That was the first time you got some notion that Simon was thrown off guard from something, after another week of awakening from his noises, you began to realize that he was experiencing night terrors every couple of nights. His nightmares were never a thing you two discussed, exactly.. It was more of an unspoken rule to not talk about it. You would occasionally find yourself in the kitchen around the time you calculated when Simon would wake up—and you were right nearly every time—and you just.. coincidentally made him a cup of tea. To Simon’s pleasant surprise, you managed to get his tea right every single time. You’ve had your fair share of night terrors, so you knew how it could be sometimes. You wanted to do something nice for him, and he seemed flustered every time.

It took you a while to get used to him being gone for long periods of time. Simon appreciated that you never questioned too deeply into his career, even the times he would come home sporting a new injury, you were always willing to play doctor for him. Simon saw the concern in your eyes and sometimes he would share small stories of what happened, or maybe to get you to stop thinking about his injuries, a small story about his teammates. You slowly learned their names over the course of a year and a half, and you learned Simon’s rank as well. He is a lieutenant, and there’s a man called Captain Price, another man named Sergeant Kyle Garrick, and one more man named Sergeant John MacTavish, who Simon referred to as “Johnny” fondly.

It wasn’t common that Simon talked about work, which is the reason why it took about a year and a half to even get the information you did out of him. Over the time you’ve lived with him, you had decorated the flat to feel more comfortable and home-y. Simon only had a few requests, which you honored, and one of them was no pictures of him with his face showing. You shot him a curious and questioning look, but as always—you didn’t question him, and he was very thankful. You had gotten a few indoor plants as well that didn’t need much caring for and you wanted to liven up the place, y’know? You were okay with Simon not sharing much about his past or his work, because he was willing to listen to your little rambles about your interests and work. You were a bit hesitant, but Simon was very emotive and he never seemed annoyed or brushed you off.

Despite Simon’s reluctance to share anything of his own, he always heard you out if you needed to vent about something. He made sure you knew you could talk to him, even on days where you felt like you had no one to go to. You spent an entire night with him, just talking about anything and everything. It was the first real conversation you felt like you have had with anyone in such a long time. It was also the first night Simon really saw you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed from uncomfortableness, the vulnerability being nearly too much to handle; something he could relate to on a personal level. So when you started showing these signs, he knew exactly when to change the subject. Simon quickly realized how to read you, and he somehow knew what you needed at different moments.

Simon flies into the airport late at night with a small duffel bag, tagged as a military bag. He sends you a quick “be home soon.” text. Simon doesn’t expect you to answer due to it being around 3 in the morning, and you indeed don’t answer him. He catches a taxi to your shared flat. Simon collects his things from the taxi before paying the driver and sending them off, and Simon lets out a slow breath as he takes in the achingly familiar sight of the place he lives in. He tugs the hood that remains sitting over his head closer to his face, which is covered by a black surgical mask. His hand tightens on the straps of the duffel bag before he approaches the flat building, taking out his keys as he approaches the elevator. Once Simon reaches the third floor, he wastes no time getting to the front door, and he isn’t sure why, but his heart is pounding inside of his chest.

Simon unlocks both the top lock and the doorknob to enter the flat—something he had taught you to do every single time. He pockets his keys as he enters and Simon pauses for a moment because he can’t put his finger on it, but something feels off the second he glanced inside. His eyes trail the living room which is clean, not one thing out of place. Simon takes a deep breath and he doesn’t brush off the weird feeling, because even when there’s no evidence something happened—he’s usually right. The blanket on the couch is perfectly folded and laid over the back cushions, the mini bookcase by the TV is dusted as always, your shoes.. Are not by the front door, but a different pair are..? These either are not your shoes, or they are new. You always warned Simon about bringing people over, and you definitely would’ve told him this time. The lamp is on in the living room, but it seems the lights are out everywhere else. Simon silently goes through his routine when he gets back late at night—taking his jacket off and hanging it up, he leaves his boots by the door, and he drops his keys into the dish.

Next step to his routine is to step into the kitchen and get a cup of actually good quality tea, unlike the shit the military provides him. He fills up the electric kettle and sets a timer on it, grabbing his favorite mug and the box of his favorite tea from the cabinets. Simon glances down the dark hall—he’s seeking for a sign of life from you because you’re usually getting up around this time to greet him. No matter what, you always seem to know when he returns—yet you aren’t leaving your room. There’s no light emitting from the hall nor underneath the doors, and fuck, it’s eating at him. Something is wrong—and what the fuck is it? Simon stands there for a moment, turning his head to watch the blue light blinking on the electric kettle. He watches it blink slowly as he tries to rack his brain for what could be wrong—maybe those shoes are someone else’s, but he could just have a stern conversation with you about it later. Maybe you came back from drinking with friends—no, if that was the case, he knows for a fact your belongings would be everywhere, maybe even a spilled glass of water in the kitchen. He’s had to clean that up a couple of times.

He raises his wrist and pulls up his sleeve a bit to look at his digital watch; it’s nearly 0400 now. Simon puts his hands on the counter, leaning his body weight against it. Did something happen at work, maybe that’s why it feels off? You’ve always had a commanding presence like he has, so maybe— “Fuck.” Simon hisses quietly, hooking a finger into the strap of his black face mask and he rips it off, tossing it without care onto the counter. He leans forward and checks the kettles timer for a second, and then he’s walking towards the hall. Simon passes by his room and he walks up to yours, and he tries to turn the doorknob to peak in to check on you, but—it’s locked? Simon lets out a harsh breath before trying the door again, and yeah, it’s locked. Simon swears under his breath and he knocks on the door, his stomach twisting and turning. Something is wrong, very very wrong, very fucking wrong—

You unlock the door and you open it just enough for you to peak out, and you use your phone flashlight to shine it in Simon’s face. He squints and puts his hand up, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Hey—you locked your door.” He points out quietly, and you’re just staring at him, your eyes wide and alert. Simon’s anxiety lessens, but your reaction doesn’t make it go away. “Y’alright?” Simon drawls out, his hand on the wood panel of the door. You let out a harsh breath and you let go of your phone, letting out a quiet, “Simon..” before you suddenly pull your door completely open, and you wrap your arms around his thick torso into a hug. Simon swears his heart jumps into his throat and then into his stomach, bouncing back into his chest because you hugged him. You two were never particularly touchy like that, maybe a fleeting touch here or two, usual drunken affection from you—but you barely ever hugged him like this, even when he returned from deployments. Your touch burns hot through his clothes, and he knows you wouldn’t touch him without asking, so when you do? He wraps an arm around you, his free arm resting on your shoulder. “Hey..” Simon breathes out, lost for words.

You don’t hold on long enough for the uncomfortable worry to creep up his spine just yet. You rip yourself away from him like he burned you, his hands falling to his sides. You offer a tight, weak smile—one that you could easily play off as a sign of fatigue. Simon’s breath stutters as he watches your hands linger near your chest in a subconscious defensive gesture, your fingers closing into a fist for a moment; as if you’re uncomfortable, almost overstimulated. Simon feels the way for the light switch and he flips it on, and your room looks normal—but you look.. off. You look a bit clammy, almost like you’re sick or bouncing off the walls with anxiety. His eyes flick to your fingers and the skin besides your thumbnail and your middle finger are picked to all hell, and you just.. don’t seem right. All of these.. signs, you’re showing are actually very subtle—he just notices everything about you. Simon knows what food you favor, what your favorite color is, what social situations what you tick, what makes you mad—he knows it all. “Three months went by slow,” You murmur, trying to start a conversation. Simon’s eyes narrow at you for a moment as he watches you back up to your bed; no, you don’t turn around, you back up. You don’t turn your back to Simon at all. Fuck. He watches you lift your mattress, causing him to lift an eyebrow. “They did,” Simon confirms. “What happened while I was gone?”

This wasn’t an unusual question for Simon to ask; but it had a completely different meaning to you this time. You feel your muscles tense as you grab something from under your mattress, and you put it back down. It glints from the overhead light in your bedroom—a.. pocket knife of some sort, a switchblade perhaps. Simon’s eyes narrow at how you pocket it oh so quickly into your pocket. “Nothing much,” You reply quickly, smoothing out your shirt. “Same old same old, work has been fine, uh..” You trail off for a moment, clearing your throat. “Look, let me take a shower—I’m sure you’re itching for something to eat, huh?” Simon watches you open your drawers and pick out some pants and a shirt. The knife comes to mind—why are you taking it with you? “I can make it myself.” Simon responds, his feet planted firmly where he had been standing the whole time. You shake your head and close the drawers once you collect your clothes.

“It’s tradition, Simon. I gotta.” You offer a stronger smile as you make your way towards the door, still avoiding showing your back towards him. Simon watches as you glance at your bedroom window before exiting your room, muttering a quiet “close the door when you leave”, which Simon obeys. He shuts the door with a click, and he watches you quickly scurry down the hall towards the bathroom. “Just let me shower first.” And with that, you step into the bathroom, close the door and you lock it before Simon can interject. He stands there for a moment, stunned. His chest tightens for a moment because you just felt so far away. You’ve created such unwanted distance—even as you’re not very touchy with him, you still bother him for every detail he’s willing to give up when he returns. You are constantly making jokes, inviting him into the kitchen when you’re about to make a welcome home meal—but this time? You were hiding in your room, locking your door, bringing a knife with you—in front of him. Did you think that could slip past him? Did something happen whilst he was gone, to cause you to bring it with you? Is it for self defense against something or someone?— Is it to use on yourself?

Simon feels his stomach turn at his thoughts. He shakes his head and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He walks past the bathroom, his footsteps stuttering for a moment in front of the door before he presses his lips into a thin line, returning to the kitchen to make himself some tea, the electric kettle had beeped long ago.

The next late morning, not much was different. Simon only slept a few hours, three or four—as per usual, he still woke up before you. He threw on a pair of sweatpants, and a black hoodie. He made his tea, made you a cup of what you prefer to drink in the morning, and he made a light breakfast for you both. Despite being in the military for a while and relying on cooks as well as MRE’s to get through his days, Simon is a decent cook. He made himself some sausage and fried eggs, and he made a plate or a bowl of what you prefer to eat in the morning. Simon sighs for a moment as he glances at the time—around 1100, and you still haven’t emerged from your room which is odd, especially now that Simon just came back home. He takes a moment to look at his food, and he decides then and there he will drag you out if he has to. Simon scoops up his plate as well as your food, and he heads down the hall towards your room. With his hands full, Simon balances for a second as he gently kicks the door as a way to knock, and then he stands on both of his feet again. “Oi, wake up!” Simon shouts, leaning close to the door to listen for your movement.

It takes a good minute and when Simon is about to knock again; he hears your doorknob unlock and you peak out the door, your eyes wide and alert again, although it’s obvious you had just woken up. You seem to relax when your tired mind’s gears turn and you realize it’s just Simon. You open your door wider and you rub your eye, and he spots the knife in your hand, partially obscured by the door. “Mm, sorry. I overslept.” You say, your voice heavy with sleep, vibrating in your chest. Simon makes a noncommittal noise before holding out your food, which you stare at for a moment you take it, your lips twitching into a weak smile. “Thanks, Simon.” He waits a few seconds, and you nearly shut your door on him.

Thanks, Simon. That’s all??

“Can I eat in your room wit’you?” Simon gruffs out, feeling sudden determination from this weird act you have going on. You blink for a moment and then you nod. “Just give me a sec.” You murmur. You shut the door in his face and he hears you shuffling about, moving something—sounds like your mattress. Are you putting your knife away??—and then you open your door, gesturing for Simon to walk into your room. Surely you don’t think you can hide this type of thing from him of all people, right? Why are you hiding it from him?

Simon enters your room, and you close the door behind him. You never used to do that—“What happened?” Simon stares at you for an answer, watching your face contort in a bit of confusion. You don’t say anything at first, and when you were about to open your mouth, Simon speaks. “I mean this in the nicest way possible—do ya take me f’a wanker?” Your jaw drops for a moment, your eyebrows furrowing. “What? No, of course not, Simon. Nothing happened, I’m not sure why—“

“Don’t,” Simon interrupts, putting his plate of food on your dresser. “Something has happened, and you’re lyin’ to me. You’re jumpy, you’re carryin’ a blood knife around, lovie—don’t think you can get that past me—and you won’t turn your back on me.” His lips press into a line as he watches your shoulder hunch up a bit, in an all too familiar defensive, tense position. The pit in Simon’s stomach begins to grow as you avert your eyes from, too. “You are barely talkin’ when you bloody damn near talk my ear off when I come home—you said, ‘Thanks, Simon.’ Not an over the top reaction about me doing something for th’both of’us, not a invite in, and last night—you’ve been locking your door.” You put your food down near yourself, and Simon catches the way your fingers are trembling. “I.. I’m allowed to lock my door, Simon. You don’t need to question me.” You say, attempting to hold a steady voice which barely works, your voice nearly cracking on the last word. Your heart is racing out of your chest and all you want to do is bolt at the door; which Simon catches on to. You watch him as he slowly begins to step in front of the door. “You tell me everything—even how your damn showers go. Why won’t you tell me this?” He demands, and his heart is pounding against his ribcage, too.

He watches your face contort into several different emotions and feelings; panic, sadness, anger, relief—the whole nine yards. Simon walks towards you when you begin to sob, and you sit down on your bed to avoid collapsing. His chest tightens as he murmurs name, wondering if he went too far. You reach your hands for him and not for one second does Simon hesitate this time. He wraps his arms around you, sitting right next to you on your mattress, your thighs touching together. He reaches up and rubs the nape of your neck as you openly sob and shutter into the crook of his neck and in his arms. His skin burns from your heat seeping into his clothes, a lively warmth that burns so hot but he welcomes so much more than he remembers that he used to. Your tears are hot, burning his skin with every drop that slides onto his neck, but he welcomes the sensation. “It’s alright, lovie. Let it out.” Simon murmurs, one of his arms tugging your body closer to his. He holds you in almost protective stance, like someone is threatening to drag you away from his grasp. You grab at the back of his hoodie, your chest beginning to heave. “Mm, no, c’mere; look at me, yeah?” Simon beckons you, his voice smooth and soft—which is extremely rare. Simon cups your cheek and lifts your head from where it rests in the crook of his neck, his hand instantly getting covered in the wetness of your tears that are streaming down your cheeks. You inhale sharply as you try to look at Simon, your eyes unfocused and you try so hard to focus on his pretty brown eyes, but you can’t seem to get ahold of yourself. You let out a panicked sob as your hand now tug on the front of his hoodie, and his voice is so far away, but his hand is molding to the curve of your jaw, like it belongs there.

You shut your eyes for a moment and you let Simon move you around as he wants, which he ends up guiding your head to his chest, and his grip loosens some so you don’t feel trapped. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, to catch your bearings; you can hear a faint ringing sound that you didn’t notice before, but you do note it’s slowly fading away, and in fades is Simon’s voice. He’s murmuring praises—and oh, he’s laying against the headboard of your bed frame now, with you laying on his chest. You feel yourself trembling against him, and embarrassment hits you hard. You’re tense—you don’t want to talk about any of it at all, but you know Simon. He will push you until you snap, even if it’s in your best interest to tell him. You reach up and play with a hoodie string of his, listening to his soft breathing. You hesitate for a moment before your lips part. “It was a week after you left.” Simon’s heart skips a beat, which you hear—you vaguely find it amusing, but he’s silent to allow you to continue. One of his hands is on your back, his thumb moving back and forth. “I..” You swallow spit so you don’t croak, as you’re convinced you might sound pathetic. As if Simon would ever think of you that way. “I was walking home from the pub, y’know, the one only just a few blocks away? It was late at night, I think the police said it was around 2 am. I stayed until closing, I was with some of my friends, uh..” You trail off for a moment, trying to recall everything that happened. Your hand pauses, and Simon senses your state. He begins to rub your back full on, murmuring, “It’s alright. Go on, then.”

You let out a shaky breath before continuing. “I was absolutely wasted, and there was this guy—grabbed me and I tried to get out of his hold, but he ended up fucking stabbing me. Robbed me of my shit.” Your voice cracks and the silence is deafening. Simon feels his heart drop into his stomach. You got stabbed? “Fuckin’ hell.. Why didn’t you call me? Or at least let me know?” Simon’s voice treats carefully, knowing that you’re still freaking out by the way you’re incredibly tense against him. “I know how important your focus is when you’re gone,” You respond, your voice staying quiet as well. You don’t look at Simon’s face because you know that you’ll break once again. You pick at the fabric of his hoodie, seeking comfort in his warmth, despite how you usually aren’t like this with him. “I didn’t want to take your focus because I know you, Simon. You would’ve backed out of whatever you were trying to do to come and help me.” Simon presses his lips into a thin line, staying quiet because you both know that you’re correct. Simon would drop everything to come home to you, to help you. “The guy nicked my lung, was in the hospital for a while.” Simon’s hand stutters for a moment, the smooth pattern of his palm rubbing your back being interrupted from shock. “Jesus—“ Simon hisses, and he can’t help but tug you closer. “You should’ve told me anyway, lovie.”

You sniffle and you rub your face into his hoodie, a muffled noncommittal noise coming from the back of your throat. He doesn’t say anything further, nor do you. Simon lays there with you on top of him, one of his hands caressing your back, the other wrapped around your body, sometimes coming up to rub the back of your neck. You don’t mention the way he doesn’t seem to tell you to move, and he doesn’t mention how touchy you’re being. Simon doesn’t want this moment to end—one where you’re vulnerable and trusting with him, one where you’re alive and well. He can’t help but wonder if he ever made you feel like you couldn’t tell him something? Simon feels simmering, muffled anger in his stomach because you didn’t want to interrupt his work for being stabbed, nicking a vital organ no less—he makes a mental note to sit you down and make you promise to call him if an issue or an injury like that ever arises again. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to push away what would happen if you didn’t do that—if that guy were to come back to try to finish the job and Simon wasn’t here, would you call him? Would you pick up your phone and dial his number? Would you text him? What if you got hurt again—would you call him?—Or would the hospital? He always imagined you’d be getting the call of his death, and not the other way around. Simon swears under his breath for a moment and opens his eyes; he doesn’t want to think about that anymore. He wants to stay in this moment with you—both himself and you alive. He glances down, your tear stained cheeks slowly drying, your eyelids closed. His fingers slide from the nape of your neck to the side, and he presses his fingers against your pulse.

Being here with you—he wants you to trust him, too; like he trusts you. That’s all he wants.

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[fairyhaos]

how seventeen do couples yoga

requested by anon: "Can you do Svt doing couples 🧘‍♀️ pls?"

notes: i have Never thought about svt doing partner yoga before, so this was absolutely hilarious to imagine

masterlist

seungcheol:

probably didn't want to do it, saying he's going to make himself look like an idiot. ends up doing it anyway though, bc he's weak for you when you get all sad and pouty on him. screams if he has to hold a position for more than 5 seconds, but all in all he's actually pretty good at it. you two go and buy junk food after to take back the calories you burned

jeonghan:

i genuinely cannot see this man doing couples yoga, or even yoga in general. asks you if you're okay with taking chan or someone instead of him. ig he'll eventually cave in the end? only does the poses for like 15 minutes tho, and then when you both get tired you just sit there and watch the other couples in the class struggle with the yoga

joshua:

probably signed you guys up tbh. if you're a little sceptical, he'll beam rlly wide and be like "it'll be so much fun, i promise!!!" the thing is tho neither of you have the best balance n so you end up trying to hold yourselves up while also trying to help hold the other person up which really is a bit of a mess and you end up falling down on the mats more than actually doing the poses

junhui:

"sure! sounds fun!" is totally down. knows he'll make a fool of himself, but he doesn't mind bc no one looks cool while doing yoga. is holding you up half the time bc it's hard to balance okay. lowkey finds it extremely fun, especially bc it's with another person and that other person is you. asks if you're up for another session together sometime

hoshi:

tries to (gently) push you over while you're doing the poses. can't help but burst into laughter at some of the incredibly strange poses that they instruct you to do. was looking forward to doing those crazy poses where he holds you in the air by his feet, but it was a beginner class so he didn't get to n he was very disappointed about that </3

wonwoo:

found it really fun, to his own surprise. was originally rlly reluctant and only went along bc you really wanted to do it, but he liked the idea of couples yoga strengthening the emotional connection between two people. his favourite pose was that one pose where you essentially just sat cross-legged opposite each other and hugged with your foreheads touching

woozi:

good luck trying to get this guy out of the house/ his studio lmao. almost bursts out laughing with you at the very strange poses you have to do, but manages to keep it in by Not looking at your increasingly confused and alarmed face. he feels fine as you two are leaving the class, but he wakes up the next day with his calves aching so bad

minghao:

another person who probably booked the session for you two. you've both done yoga before (him bc he wanted to and you bc he'd insisted it was good for you) and couples yoga sounded fun so you both wanted to do it. grabs onto you like a lifeline and giggles every time he slips or almost falls over. is already thinking of buying another yoga mat for you so you two can do this stuff at home

mingyu:

almost fell down a total of 5 times. is Determined to do the poses well tho, bc he doesn't wanna make you look bad in front of the others even tho you don't mind bc they're literally just strangers. kind of enjoyed it? he's not sure, he's just wondering how cheap the budget of the building was for them to make the ceiling so low that his head is only 3 inches away from it when he stands up

dokyeom:

his center of balance is pretty firm, okay, but he has really sweaty hands which is kind of a disadvantage bc most of the poses involve you two holding hands. tries his best not to scream so loudly, instead lets out the most adorable yelps when he feels wobbly. had fun!! would definitely do it again… maybe in like 2 months

seungkwan:

he is Offended when he heard you booked a beginner class for you two. complains about it on the way there, and then struggles during the class bc what do you mean you're going to have to put your feet on his knees??? he can't hold up your legs like that. very loud. and dramatic. has managed to make friends with at least 2 other couples there. somehow. 

vernon:

initially tells you that no thanks, he's not up for that bc he is definitely not flexible enough for yoga. eventually ends up agreeing tho, and is sitting next to you on the mats listening to the instructor and wondering how the hell he ended up coming here. kind of zoned out the entire class, but you tell him you had fun so he guesses he did too. 

chan:

LOVES the idea of couples yoga. was waiting for you to suggest it and then immediately says yes when you offer. goes out and buys the two of you matching yoga pants an entire week before the session. he's a little wobbly, but he helps balance you whenever you look wobbly and is beaming so hard the entire time. has a great time. has the greatest time, actually.

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[desmond69miles]

Can you do nsfw alphabet for inky bendy please 👀

I have been ignoring Tumblr for a long time--im so sorry, haha. The finals just passed, and I've been super stressed! Hopefully, I can get some asks done :)

Of course, most bendy's are not canon, but I tried to make him a little more evil/rude here and not all soft cinnamon bun. I feel like I kind of mimicked his actions to that of a xenomorph haha.

merry christmas to those who celebrate, and happy yule!

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(A) Aftercare,, he'd have no idea what it is or how to do it. honestly, I doubt he'd even do aftercare. I think the most he would do would be nudging your cheek with the side of his head or maybe bringing you to a bed/couch to rest. He wouldn't bring you anything to clean up, as he probably doesn't understand that humans should be cleaned up after sex. At least he keeps watch for any potential threats while you sleep.

(B) body,, I think his favorite things on him would definitely be his legs, and his mouth/teeth. Legs, because they carry him to his prey, and teeth, because it's how he consumes his meal. While I’m on the subject of the ink demon, lets just see what hes packing...

The ink demon has no internal/external genitalia, and resorts to the use of ink tentacles. (”oh lynn but its ink and youll--GRARRWARRARRRWARR shut up”) While he has a lack of hardware, he makes up for it with the use of his hands (being careful of the claws) and help from the ink. Strangely enough, it seems to come from his body directly, as the tentacles have a warm feeling, along with his body.

The tentacles range in sizes, some wide as your fist, others skinny as one of your fingers. Some have budding tips, and others are sharp-tipped. Bendy has informed you he has modified these, as the other ones would kill you if they entered you, what ever that means.

And the favorite thing on you would be your hair, or your legs/arms. He can pull you around from your hair and limbs, pushing you around and bending you into places he wants you to be. On a nicer scale, he does like how expressive your face is. He likes watching it change, showing your emotions throughout the day. 

(C) cum,, The ink demon comes a lot. his motto is it's easier to cum inside tbh. thick and sticky, oozes out of the tips of tentacles. Its bitter and warm, stains your thighs if its left on for long enough. Its black, probably made of ink and gives you a tummy-ache if you swallow enough of it. It oozes slowly and thickly out of you, a warm tingly feeling leaving in its wake. 

(D) dirty secret,, Likes smelling your panties/underwear. I doubt he has good vision, and instead uses sound and smells to travel. The first time it had happened you were trying to tease him, picking up your panties and dangling it in front of his face. He had quickly snatched them up, pressing it to his face, chest rasing in a deep breath. From then on, he had spread your legs often, nuzzling his face in-between your thighs, inhaling you. The first few times out of sex you had guessed he was getting used to you, but the more it happened, you realized he enjoys smelling you. Oh, and especially after sex. He loves to smell the hormones and serotonin drip off your body. 

(E) experience,, Bendy has had a lot of repressed and harmful emotions, sexual desire being one of them. Before, he had no outlet, but as he stalked the studio and saw you, something primal had clicked inside of him, something claiming. Instead of killing you like he had done to others, he slowly stalked closer until you were no longer weary of him, then sparking a “romance” feeling in between you both. The first time was definitely confusing for the both of you, but as you both slowly progressed in sex, the ink demon had grown more confident. 

(F) favorite position,, Anything where he can trap you in. Probably a mating press, or missionary where he can see your face and press down on your arms to keep you from squirming. Most, if not all, times he has to be on top. He doesn’t like feeling not in control, or small. He’s king of the studio, and should be treated as such. He’s not willing to belittle his ego just for your pleasure. 

(G) goofy or serious,, Serious throughout the whole thing, and outside of it too. He doesn’t talk much besides the occasional comment or direction. You can crack jokes, but don’t expect a chuckle, much less a laugh. Mating (as he calls it) is meant to be claiming and for breeding purposes only. 

(H) horny,, Very often, if not always. This is why I think he’d be into CNC, so he could use you without having to ask. The ink demon doesn’t ask, he claims. 

Although he doesn’t have a dick, he expresses his feeling with bumping the crown of his head against your forehead, or gently kneading your stomach or thighs. If you don’t pick it up or ignore it, he either starts to squeeze on your legs or arms, somewhat painfully, or just rips your pants off with his claws and relieves himself. 

(I) intimacy,, No, not really. Don’t expect dates or a bed littered with rose petals. There are soft moments, yes, such as him nuzzling your neck and the side of your face, pressing his head against you for a few seconds as a form of a kiss, but with the Ink Demon, there isn’t much softness. He is a creature of darkness, he’s been hurt and tortured, broken down and tormented. The studio is a place where he can take out these emotions, you don’t see Bendy often while hes out and about. 

(J) jacking off,, No, why do such a silly act when he has a play toy like you? Of course, he’s welcome to mutual masturbation, but why touch himself when you could? 

(K) kinks,, Definitely predator and prey play, and possibly CNC. You’d have to explain what a safeword is, and that this is done on both sides. Of course, if you act up during CNC play, he often replies with “Don’t tempt me, Human. Your word of safety means little here.” Another huge kink is claiming/marking, and breeding. 

(L) location,, Anywhere at any time; He doesn’t wait. He’ll bring you to the nearest wall, lifting you up so he could press his hips to yours, claws tearing down your pants to create a hole. He is rude, but he’s not a prude and brings you to a clothing room so you can get a new change of pants and underwear. (He keeps the ones he tore.) So far, no one has seen you both, as most creatures dissipate when Bendy goes near them, or their smart enough to stay away when they hear growls.

(M) masochism/sadism,, He’s not one for masochism, however you are welcome to delve your fingers into his inky back or arms and leave deep scratch marks. He’ll heal, it’s not that big of a deal. He is one for sadism, though. Leaving deep scratches or bites, hissing into your neck that your his and if you dare leave, something worse will happen. He loves to see the burning desire of fear in your glossy eyes before he brings his claws down onto your stomach and thighs, pressing in and leaving red marks. Oh how he loves the site of your red blood spilling out of you, his tongue delving into the cuts to lick it all up. 

(N) No’s,, Pegging or anything to do with him being belittled or put down. (Not in the sense of degradation, more in the sense of saying he’s not strong enough or he shouldn’t be ruler. He usually gets angry and scratches you before walking away and leaving you be for a few days.) He’s not a sub, he’s not going to become submissive and ruin his reputation and ego for your pleasure. 

(O) oral,, Your more than welcome to ask to try and take a tentacle in your mouth. He likes the feeling of your throat, the gags you make as it wiggles around in your mouth. As for going down on you, he doesn’t mind, it's just not his preferred. He has a long and thick forked tongue, thick drool running down his chin. It can definitely reach places inside of you, or curl around you. 

(P) pace,, Rough, definitely. I doubt he’d go slow unless you had thoroughly begged him, and even then his tentacles would reach so deep it's not exactly calming sex. He doesn’t need to move his hips, but if you want the feeling of something entering in and out of you, he can deliver; just don’t expect it to be soft. You have bruises under your thighs because of how hard he snaps his hips. 

(Q) quickies,, Often, yes, but their not preferred. He much more likes to take his time and go for a few rounds before leaving you thoroughly bloated with his cum, legs shaking and wobbly. He likes doing things that are considered foreplay, such as kissing (its more licking) around your body, fingering you, etc. 

(R) risk,, He is all for risk. As I mentioned before, he claims pretty much anywhere, and doesn’t mind the question of if you get caught. Actually, he prefers it. There’s a theory in his mind that if someone like Allison saw you both, they would no longer like to be around you, and make you his and only his. 

(S) stamina,, Almost endless. He can definitely go for multiple rounds, but after, he resorts to a slow walk, not paying attention to potential meals. He saunters off, legs slightly aching as he huffs. He knows he left you, and that he’d return, but he’s hungry, and if he were to go again, he’d need a meal. 

(T) turn-ons,, Seeing you submissive and vulnerable. Your meant to be his pet, his toy. He doesn’t like if his pet is fiesty or rude towards him, and when you are, a harsh punishment and show of domination is in place. Your not meant to fight, he’s meant to protect you, that's why he claimed you. Your his little spouse that sits and takes care of him for when he needs.

Although he does prefer when he can protect you, he doesn’t mind seeing you being violent on occasion. He likes the way your body flexes when you swing an ax, and he likes the blundering sound when it collides with your victim. He usually comes in and eats the corpse once you’ve walked away. 

(U) unfair,, Always. Even if its not sexual, he is unfair and unbalanced. He is a devil after all, he’s meant to be rude. He has learned how to tease, as when he watched your face scream in annoyance when he pulled away just on the teetering edge of an orgasm. He learned to do that often, delaying your orgasm a handful of times before letting you come. Sometimes, he won’t let you come, and just leave you there, shaking, and tell you not to touch. 

(V) volume,, Full on growler and hisses. He makes a variety noises, all ranging from trills to loud growls and moans. He loves to hear you scream for him, loves to hear the shrill noise rip from your throat. He loves to hear the sweet songs. 

(W) wild card,, I headcanon that he reads a lot of books. He searches the studio library and archives for something interesting, settling down in the walls or his throne room, and reads. Sometimes he’ll make you read while his tentacles squirm inside you, a sick smile on his face while he watches you.

(X) x-tra people,, No, absolutely not. Not even Sammy. (Bendy’ll kill him if he even dares to look at you.) He’s the only one meant for you and your the only one meant for him. 

(Y) yearning,, He often yearns for you. Not even sexually, sometimes. He berates himself in the moments when he thinks of you softly. Even when you say that its normal, and he should let himself feel, hes not used to feeling. He’s a bit scared even. 

(Z) zzzz,, No, because as I had mentioned before, he would go for a walk and build up back energy by eating. He’ll watch you with cutouts, observing you as you sleep or get dressed. 

Thanks for reading! My ask box is open if you wanna send in a request for our inky man &lt;3

#bendy #bendy and the ink machine #batim #bendy x reader #bendy smut #batim smut #batdr smut #batdr #bendy and the dark revival #ink demon smut #ink demon x reader #ink demon x reader smut

[pxgeturner]

Hello honey honey, can I request a sfw alphabet with Tsu’tey? 🎶

hiii sweetheart, here ya go 😚 order up

Affection – how are they with PDA?

— he’d say he does not like pda, save that for the moments you have alone. but at the same time he’s glued to your side, tail wrapped around your wrist, or leg. hissing and growling at any guy who comes near u.

Beauty – what part of you do they find to be their favorite?

— he’s kind of fascinated with your pinkies. the extra finger is so small and cute.

Cuddles – are they a good cuddler?

— it’s kind of awkward tbh. takes a lot of trial and error before you get into the groove of things

Domestitcy – do they want to settle down?

— naturally. na’vi mate for life and tsu’tey does not play around.

Ending – how would they break up with you?

— he’d just start to avoid u, to be honest. he’s gonna be a little cowardly when u finally ask him wtf is up. But he gets over it and tells u it’s over. this would only happen w a human!r sorry not sorry he would be like “you humans do not typically mate for life so then why should I be tied to you for the rest of my life you pathetic tawtute.” but then again he’s v, v, vvvvv loyal so I don’t rlly see that happening.

Future – where do they see your relationship going?

— it’s all or nothing for him.and he’s giving u his all.

Gentle – how gentle are they?

— with a na’vi mate-- he would feel incredibly unafraid, of course that doesn’t mean he would be callous. He just doesn’t need to treat them like glass. w a human mate tho mmm yeah ur staying at home unless he can be w u.

Hugs – what are their hugs like?

— he’s warm and strong. you feel like nothing bad can touch you while you’re in his arms.

In tune – how well can they read you?

— honestly, it feels like he knows things going on with you before you do.

Jealousy – what are they like when they get jealous?

— hissing, growling, scratching. the other person pinned to the ground with a knife to their throat

Kisses – are they a good kisser?

— man cannot be bad at anything.

Love language – what’s their love language?

— act’s of service and gift giving is easiest for him. it’s the most sensible way to show care to your mate. also quality time.

Memories – their favorite memory with you?

— giving you the mating present he made you and you saying yessss. and then ofc going to seal your bond w eywa as ur witness ofc.

Nicknames – what nicknames are used between you two?

— in true giant fashion, he often calls you tiny. But to him you are also: precious, mate, my heart, u get the gist. — u call him big guy, tsu, mr. serious, tey,

Open – how open with their emotions are they

— not very. it takes him a while to get comfy. and even then he tries not to mention anything he doesn’t feel is “necessary”.

Patience – are they a hot head?

— he gets frustrated easily, but it comes from a place of caring

Quality time – how much time do they spend with you?

— whenever he’s not hunting or helping another member of the clan, he’s right by your side.

Xenos – what’s something strange about them?

— pfft i just thought of the most out of pocket thing he would do. he deffo would like. collect loose hairs to like weave into projects he’s making for u. to like. make it more unique n personalized. bhahahaha. it wouldn’t be completely out of ur hair it would just be like a couple. not noticeable at all. But they’re there

Yuck – what’s what of their icks?

— unseasoned food and being unhygienic.

Zzz – what are their sleeping habits?

— goes to sleep early, wakes up early. but gets back in bed after going out to prepare a breakfast for you.

#my writing #🎶 nonnie! #tsu'tey #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #tsu'tey x you #tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey x human!reader #tsu'tey x navi!reader #tsu'tey fluff #atwow #a:twow #avatar #avatar 2009 #summer movie fest 🍿

[sweetkpopmusings]

wonwoo best friend headcanons <3

a/n: posting this for the sweet anon who requested it ! my heart is warmed by the love y'all have for these posts, and it's even more warmed by thoughts of being besties with wonwoo because his existence is so heartwarming :,-) pics not mine <33

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!wonwoo x gn!reader | requests: open

he's the chill kind of best friend who makes your life so much more enjoyable just by being in it

your friendship with him is steady beyond belief

and you bring out the best in each other!!

while it may take him some time to get to know you because he's a quiet and shy guy, once he does, you get to see a different side of him compared to most people

for one, he's SO funny and he's ALWAYS cracking jokes

like he figures out your kind of humor and makes jokes in that style because he loves seeing you laugh

tbh he just loves seeing you happy and enjoying life

so he wants to get to know the things you like and partake in any and all activities you do for fun

but he always asks before doing something with you because he respects that we sometimes want to keep certain things as a solo activity :,-) he's SO respectful :,-)

when you do share things with him, he is ALL. IN.

you want to rewatch your favorite childhood tv show? he's coming over to watch it with you, and, when he's unable to come over, he'll watch episodes on his breaks and text you his reactions

he really appreciates you opening up any part of your life to him, so he treats it with the utmost care

and you do the same for him! because you also know how lucky you are to have a wonderful person sharing the things they love with you

regardless of whether you game, he will teach you how to play whatever he's into at the moment, and he'll give encouraging commentary while you learn

once you're getting better, he'll probably start to make jokes like oh, are you really gonna do THAT? interesting choice there, pal

cut to you both playing the same game for hours on end and you get so emotionally invested you both are yelling at the game and/or each other in excitement or defeat (depending on how well you're doing)

his little bookworm heart will recommend books to you out of his favorites, but he'll curate them to what you like or what he thinks you'll like <3

same with games, movies, food, etc.

he asks a lot of questions about you, your likes, your dislikes, and any trivia about you

because he's genuinely interested!!! he thinks it's so cool he gets to know someone like you <3

like he's the type of person who will ask you "what's your favorite color?" when you've both just been sitting in the same room on your phones in silence for hours someone give me quality time with wonwoo please i'm begging you

he also tells you things about himself that he doesn't share with others

he trusts you so so much and he shows he's grateful to you by giving you special parts of him

sometimes he'll text you in the morning when he wakes up from a strange dream just to tell you about it

he really values what you think, on big and small things

which is why he'll come to you if he's struggling with something, feeling low, stressed out, etc

because he knows you'll listen to all his thoughts and concerns and you'll also take the time to work through things with him

and he is the same when it comes to consoling you. he wants you to live the best life you possibly can, and he's going to do everything in his power to help you to achieve that!

he's just such a sweetheart

but don't get me wrong

with all the things he knows about you, he will use it to tease you when he's in the right mood

i can see him teasing his bestie (you) the way he messes with hoshi sometimes like he won't let you live but it's coming from a place of love lmao

if you aren't a fan of teasing, he of course won't do it, but it's really just a way for him to be playful with you :,-)

i think he'd give silly little gifts too

for your birthday, he'll buy you a trinket that represents something in your friendship

it's heartfelt, but it also makes you laugh ! like he really gave you a small snail lamp because you both had a phase where you obsessed over snails and sent cute cartoon drawings of them back and forth

omg or he gets you a lil fun fact book on something you both like so you can share weird fun facts with him every time you meet up for coffee/food and he'll pretend as though he hasn't read a bunch of them already

all in all, friendship with wonwoo is filled with intention. he's an extremely thoughtful best friend down to the tiniest details because he values you so very much <3

*cries in loving wonwoo* brb gotta go pray to the universe that i can have a wonwoo in my life

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #bestfriend!seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt #wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #svt wonwoo #svt headcanons #seventeen au #svt au #jeon wonwoo #sweetkpopmusings

[fallinginlovewithaplant]

❝Vash and...Vash?❞

Content Warning?: none I think? Maybe mention of death? Fainting? Definitely weird/bad writing. Too dramatic to be a crackfic but it's definitely still a crackfic…Maybe? Reader is gender neutral :)

Words: 972

A/N: I wanted to do a silly scenario more like a crack fix where you and Tristamp Vash find (for some random reason) Trimax Vash but It ended up being more dramatic than I expected (I find it funny tbh). I might do a part 2.

If you find anything weird in my writing please let me know on my dm.

You and Vash have been walking under the merciless heat of the desert in the middle of basically nowhere. 

You both just wanted the sun to finally hide on the seemingly infinite horizon of sand.

Even though you have been walking under this heat over a thousand times, it will always be an annoyance having to deal with it.

It's easy to get tired quickly, the body all sweaty and sticky, and you can't get rid of the hotness of your body no matter how many layers of clothes you take off.

And not to mention the sensation that you are about to pass out after walking (and also running away from the bounty hunters that are trying to hunt down your boyfriend, Vash) for hours.

Luckily, that never happened to you and neither Vash.

But it seems that it happened to a strange figure lying face down on the sand.

You both quickly went to help the mysterious person.

The mysterious person wakes up much later at night once you set up a small camp. You noticed it when he groaned in pain, as he sat up.

“Oh, you woke up! What a relief.” You say while smiling at the confused guy.

“We are worried, we thought we were late when we found your body.” Vash said while you approached the guy, checking on him, making sure there's no bruises.

Once closer to him, you couldn't help but to find his blue eyes so familiar…And that beauty mark on his cheek…and his blonde and spiky hair. And of course, his red attire did not more than make him look more familiar.

“So…What’s your name? What happened to you?” You ask as you move away, giving him space.

“I’m…I’m not sure…” He mumbles while holding his head, feeling dizzy “Everything's so blurry…”

“Well…Let’s start from the beginning then” You say while looking at him without erasing your warm smile “My name is Y/N”

“I…I am…” he seems to hesitate for a second as he tries to look you in the eyes and after a silence in which you assume he is meditating he finally says “My name is Vash…”

Vash? Oh...he must be one of those guys who try to impersonate Vash again, it's not the first time it's happened and it's not the first time you've found a faker...But something inside you tells you that those lost eyes don't lie because the sadness that reflects those blue orbs, you have seen them several times before in those of your beloved boyfriend.

“Vash? Like Vash The Stampede?” Your boyfriend Vash asks “Vash,” trying to hold back a smile, thinking it is a joke or another faker.

The supposed fake Vash nods his head still trying to compose himself. Before your boyfriend says or asks anything else, you stop him by approaching him, telling him with your look that you were going to take care of this, if it weren't for your somewhat serious look, he wouldn't have listened to the signal.

“And tell me Vash…What is the last thing you remember?” You ask softly.

“Vash” remains silent for a while, hesitating whether or not to talk about what happened to complete strangers but…after seeing you worrying about him his doubts disappeared, your kindness even made him feel warm inside.

The last thing the strange Vash remembers was being inside an abandoned ship he found while wandering, as usual, in the desert. He entered the ship investigating out of pure curiosity until he came to a room with many panels and a strange machine totally unknown to him. Assuming that the ship had no power (because the ship showed no signs of having it either), he approached and interacted with it without waiting for the machine to turn on, the last thing he remembers was a strong splendor created by the machine that collided with him.

After “Vash” finished narrating his memory, you and Vash remained silent, wondering whether to believe what you heard or whether to take it as a man still immersed in a strong delirium but…if it were really a delirium, it would be an extremely detailed one. and specific. There was a moment of silence between you, while “Vash” tried to remember more, your Vash fixed his gaze on the mysterious man. At first he thought that he was just a poor man who had fainted and maybe the heatstroke affected his faculty more than normal but after looking at those lost eyes, he was like he could see himself through them. The other Vash also looked up at your Vash and his face completely changed from confused to perplexed after finding it strangely familiar.

“You…You're not lying…” Your Vash murmured.

After a long sigh, Vash stared at the other blonde. "My name...It's also Vash..."

The other Vash seemed more confused than before but then lowered his head towards the sand. “I see…I think you also noticed the strange feeling of familiarity, right?”

The other Vash scratches behind his head trying to accommodate his thoughts "I believe you..."

The three of you stayed silent for a while trying to assimilate what was happening, how was it possible that this man who appeared out of nowhere with a story that made no sense was Vash.

The lost man sighs heavily "I think I know what could have happened but...as crazy as it may seem, it's the only most logical thing I can think of...But I'm definitely not dreaming, nor am I dead or delusional...now I just need to know how to get back to my home…or rather, to my universe.”

separators by: @cafekitsune

#trigun x reader #vash x reader #vash x you #vash x y/n #vash the stampede x reader #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum

[oceanlipgloss]

4.1.2023

I just finished Chapter 2. The ending was sad. The angels are brimming with hatred and blinded by it, so what they're doing is very unfair and inhumane.

But I also feel very excited to move on to Chapter 3, and Mammon is on the cover(?) of it so it's definite that MC will meet him now. I'm really looking forward to that and to meeting Bimet and Eligos, hopefully! Then again, MC didn't meet Astaroth even though he's from Gehenna, so it would make sense that she wouldn't meet all of Mammon's demons now too, which means that if she were to meet someone now, it should, by logic, be Bimet because he's the closest to Mammon. Time to see!

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intro: something I really loved about the end of Chapter 2 was the display of Satan's kindness—he loves his subjects and cares for them, and is sad when they get hurt. I also really appreciated MC's care for him and her desire to comfort him. And Ppyong needs so many hugs.

update I: Minhyeok is so sweet <3 also, he and MC are really cute together and dammit the H-scene is so far off sob I wonder who it's gonna be this time

update II: these bouncing angels that look like buns: wow guys, you're fast but it's time to meet the Lord, baby

update III: oooooh this one is called 'the man sculpted from muscle,' so is it time to meet Mammon already? I'm so excited omfg

update IV: everyone else is asleep, meanwhile Satan is just

update V: YAYYYY HIYA but oh my he's so big HUGE and idk how to put it but there's this sweetness to his face. He's so cute lol and he looks like he would be great to hug

update VI: LMFAO Tbh I'd love to do that too ngl

update VII: UHHH??? I kinda like how warm and comfy this sounds and wow, he really said I'll be your bed simply glorious! Anyways, Mammon is making moves already, so wake up and get yo girl, Satan

update VIII: a somewhat strange thing to point out, unless it irks him (which doesn't quite make sense since he doesn't know her yet. But! If he felt attracted to her once he first saw her, that changes things a lot)

update IX: I'm going to guess that it DOES bother him

update X: ooff he's cool, he's cool <3

update XI: no comment true love can never be hidden, and he is passionate about butts, so he couldn't resist, I guess... But what actually piqued my interest is the fact that his hands are bigger than any other hands MC has seen because I love hands

update XII: so first I chose to make MC grab his butt so I can see how he reacts, but dude the description was hilarious to say the least lmao Mammon has a squishy soft butt spread the word then I chose the 'lie back down on his chest' option because it's cute dammit needless to say, things got...interesting either way

update XIII: Satan is asleep so he's technically not seeing anything, but MC getting frisky with Mammon in front of Satan's open eyes...I'm just happy he wasn't awake to see this

update XIV: okay that's actually romantic in a greedy sort of way

update XV: he seems to be optimistic but sentimental, and pretty attached to his emotions too. CUTEEE ugh

update XVI: YEAH MAMMON IN YOUR DREAMS (thank u tho, i like u)

update XVII: Ppyong and Minhyeok have the cutest dynamic plssss also Minhyeok deserves more love from MC when possible

update XVIII: I thought Minhyeok was going to use his horn in class and almost died but let's be honest, I WAS going to enjoy how awkward and hard difficult it would've been for him to keep quiet lmao sadism anyways, did he just say that MC's underwear smells nice? Listen, bro...

update XIX: boys will be boys

update XX: AAAAAAAAAAARGH I LOVE HIM

update XXI: oh god I can't deal with this it's too cute LOOK AT PPYONG PLEASE LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO SMOL AND EXCITED AND HAPPY and look at Minhyeok noooo this is too precious

update XXII: Ppyong is rooting for MC and Minhyeok oh man that's it I'm gonna die of fluff overdose and I will love every minute of it

update XXIII: Minhyeok being doubtful and unsure of himself because he thinks that MC is seeing much better things in Hell which he would seem 'ordinary' next to, and Ppyong comforting him and telling him he's beautiful and 'devilish' aka code for 'good' was an arrow to my heart

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5.1.2024

update XXIV: it was mentioned earlier that MC beginning to see Minhyeok as a man and not just her childhood friend would have effects, so this is the beginning of it, I guess: Satan and Sitri are jealous and irritated

update XXV: lmaooo be fair, Mammon. Anyone other than Glasyalabolas would look small next to you Satan would look even smaller tho, I agree

update XXVI: okay, I really, really like Mammon. He has a very pleasant and chill personality, and he too seems to have gotten attracted to MC before he got to know for sure that she's Sulumun's dootah Solomon's descendant? That's so nice to know

update XXVII: oh my fucking—it's decided. I LOVE Bimet. He doesn't even bother to be convincing oh my God LMAO or maybe he thinks he IS being convincing or that others are idiots who would fall for it anyway I'm so happy he got introduced so early though, I was waiting for that moment lol I really liked him the moment I read his intro *looks at Belial, Eligos, Beel, Ronové, Lucifer, Glasyalabolas, Gusion, Bathin and Andrealphus* did I forget anyone?

update XXVIII: THE H-SCENE IS SO CLOSE ALREADY WTF OMG YAAAS WHO'S IT GONNA BE I have my bets on Paimon because I don't think it's logical for Mammon's to happen yet also let's hope I can pass the one battle that leads to it because this has been suspiciously easy (edit: I passed. Still suspiciously easy. It's coming for me, isn't it?)

update XXIX: no bro, I fucking ADORE him

update XXX (oooh would you look at that, an xxx): it's sweet how Bimet got emotional when he thought MC was Solomon, and it's funny that he was then like 'get lost if you don't have money, especially if you're not Solomon' lmao he's a riot

update XXXI: sexy move, hon And excuse me for my poor wording, Bimet, but don't you look scrumptious! That tongue

update XXXII: aw he sounds annoyed but he also seems like he's going to cry. I wanted to include a screenshot, but no more images fit. The heck though, I love him to bits. So, without further ado, welcome to my favourite characters club, Bimet!

But damn it, I also really liked when he told MC that she's a beggar that listens to reason. That screenshot deserved a spot in here too lol

Next up, THE H-SCENEEEEE!

#what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad diaries #Whb #whb mammon #what in hell is bad bimet #whb bimet

[charlunday]

Please share all your thoughts for Frankenstein AU.. Thank you 😊

@curiousnonny

OKAY YES!! several people asked me in the tags but I wanted an ask to answer so thank you nonny ❤️

Anyway, here are my thoughts:

I started thinking about this because it's approaching Halloween season. I was like "would he be a werewolf? A vampire? A ghost?" And then I had my genius epiphany. NO. He would NOT be any of those things. You know what he is? He's a fucking Frankenstein. (Nobody better get on me about "Frankenstein is the scientist" I will BLOCK YOU)

The whole thing of Frankenstein is feeling rejected by your creator. Feeling unwanted. Feeling like a burden, a mistake, a stupid creature. Who feels like that? Our boy Peeta

To make up for people always ignoring/ forgetting he's disabled, I have decided to make him more disabled. So not only does he have a missing leg, but he also has severe chronic pain.

I think for the purposes of this story, he was created by Dr. Gaul. For no other reason than she seems like the type to do that tbh. But! At the time the story takes place, she is long dead, kind of like in Edward Scissorhands.

So Peeta sort of has free reign over this castle, but he was conditioned into submission for so long that he stays in his old habits, like sleeping in a closet in the basement.

Also because of how big he is, he was essentially trained to fear pain instead of retaliating. Otherwise, he definitely could have snapped Gaul in half and run away.

He did try to run away! And his leg was taken away as punishment.

Anyway, on to how he meets Katniss.

He can't stay in the castle forever, and so will venture out into the woods. He'll catch things like rats and eat them raw, since his food has long run out. He does feel bad about it though.

So one rainy day he's in the woods, and so is a beautiful young huntress. But she slips on some rocks and hits her head! (Or falls from a slippery tree, whichever you prefer) And he rescues her. Takes her back to the castle, tries to help her but doesn't really know how, so he just kind of sits there until she wakes up

And when she does. Well. Obviously she is very freaked out. Starts throwing things at this huge intimidating guy in a strange castle. But instead of fighting back, he gets upset and covers his head

So like, she soon realizes that this dude is incapable of hurting a fly. He's just very fucked up

But anyway, that's really all I have. Obviously they fall in love. She teaches him more things about the world. He quickly gets attached to her, feeling things he's never felt before. Then there's the question if his feelings are even real, if he's even real, etcetera.

They're just really sweet. And he's just a gentle giant. And I love it.

#thanks for reading #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #everlark #everlark au

[ironemrys]

Finders Keepers | Namor x Filipino!Reader

Summary: Namor x Filipino!Reader. That's it. That's the plot... kind of.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Listen, this is for pure entertainment only. Don't take it too seriously- I sure didn't. I had fun writing this tbh. First ever Marvel fic I post on this website and it's this type of crap. Enjoy- or not. 

Italicized words are: 1.The Reader's/OC's thoughts and/or 2.Words that are supposed to be in a different language. P.S. I tried to use a Yucatec Mayan - English translator but decided against it last minute since I feared I would not do it any justice so I just opted to italicize when they're (Namor and the Talokanil) are using it to talk. Words in parenthesis are the translated Tagalog words. Sometimes they're loose translations because you can't just translate some terms from our language to English- let's just leave it at that. It's the thought that counts- I guess.

Also posted on AO3

It's not a good thing when you wake up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people. For our protagonist though, that's exactly what happened.

Where the fuck- 

Always a good start. As soon as she opened her eyes and blinked, trying to get rid of the haze in her mind, she looks around.

Someone speaks in a language foreign to her and she turns to the side before her eyes widen-

She stares. She sees the mouth of the person- person? Is it a person? Why were they colored blue? Who are they even? Where was she? Is she dreaming? Is she dead?

The person in front of her keeps talking but she can't understand a single thing. Besides, her brain cells weren't working at the moment. Everything seemed different, she can't seem to focus.

Finally, whoever it was that was failing miserably to get through to her stopped talking and left the room. That's when she noticed that she was sitting on a small cot, inside a tent? Maybe. She doesn't know. She's not sure.

She tries to remember the last thing her brain could before she woke up in this strange place.

She was on a vacation trip for the summer. She went to visit her late grandmother's hometown in the province of Siquijor. 

On the second day, she decided to take a boat and go over to Apo Island. It was a strangely cloudy day; a perfect time to go for a swim. She had snorkeling gear with her but no life vest. She didn't bother since she promised herself she wouldn't go that far. Besides, she's never drowned before. She can float if anything were to happen.

She was joyfully admiring the corals, the starfish, and the sea urchins. Fish of different kinds started to swim around and she followed them. Saying hi and hello, waving to the fishes as if they could understand her dumbass.

She kept following the school of fishes, unaware that she was getting farther and farther from the shore- that is until she sees a deep fucking abyss. 

"Ay puta!" Fuck! A garbled curse escapes from her lips as she raises her head from the water due to panic. The chasm was deep as all hell. It was dark and wide as if it would swallow her whole if she didn't swim away.

She tried to swim away. Emphasis on tried.

She lifted her body in an attempt to float and she would've. She would've been safe if not for the sudden cramp on her leg- the muscle twisted and it sent her body to a standstill.

Then darkness.

A voice spoke and cut her off her thoughts. She looked up in alarm and her eyes widened once again at the tall, handsome, yet weirdly looking guy in front of her.

He spoke again in a language she doesn't know. His brown eyes locked onto hers and it didn't seem like he was threatening her by the tone of his voice but his brows were furrowed and his lips were in a deep scowl. 

When she didn't answer, he called for someone outside of the tent. A woman and another man; taller and broader, entered. But again, for some unknown reason; they were both blue-skinned.

However, that aside, this is when the genius(?) protagonist noticed that one doesn't look like the others. His skin was tanned as opposed to the other two. He had pointy ears and a huge piercing on his nose. He was adorned in jewels and the other two were fully clothed while he was only in- 

Ay jusko lord. (Oh my god)

She averted her eyes and looked down at his feet only to notice the wings. She blinked once, twice, thrice- 

What the- 

She stared, again, her brain trying to process things but can't. Someone send help.

Teka. Nasan ba ko? The fuck. Sino tong mga to? Bat may pakpak ung paa niya, ano to cosplay? (Wait. Where am I? The fuck. Who are these people? Why does he have wings on his feet, is this cosplay?) 

"Ah- Ano-" Uhm- she starts to speak and the others turn to her. The woman then talks to her in a slightly commanding tone but it's still in a different language so she can't understand jack shit. 

When she still didn't answer, it was obvious that her host, or whoever they were, was starting to get a little frustrated with her uncooperative state. 

She could hear them talking to each other in the foreign language again and when she finally had her wits about her, she raised her hand.

"Uhm- Excuse me-" 

The three strangers stopped and turned. The man with pointy ears walked over to her in wide strides that she unconsciously leaned on the wall as a defense mechanism.

"You speak English?" He then asks in a low, deep grumble.

She raised her brow at him, "Yes? Of course, I speak English, I've been colonized." Weird that she answered that way but it was already done, so whatever.

Her snap seemed to surprise those in the room but at this point, she was too confused to care.

She looked around once more, "Wait, so where the hell am I? And who are you?" She asked him. 

It took a few moments before she was answered by the pointy-eared man, "I have many names-" he started, "My people call me K'uk'ulkan."

Clearly, the name didn't register in her brain because she tilted her head in confusion. He moves closer, right in front of her face in an attempt to intimidate her but she could only register the handsomeness of his features which confused her a little. Here she was, in an unknown place, with unknown people and that's what she notices. 

"But my enemies call me Namor." He finishes and waits for her to react.

She scrunched up her nose, "Can I just call you Namor because that first name is so hard for me to say." 

This amused him, she thinks, since his lips curved upward a little. 

"Where am I?" She finally asks and Namor leans back slightly, 

"You are in my kingdom." He answers and it again prompts her to raise a brow,

"Apo Island has a kingdom?" She asked and this time it was him who looks at her incredulously. He wonders for a bit before leaning down again near her face and she backs away.

"Child, where do you think you are right now?"

Di ba kasasabi niya lang na nasa lugar niya daw kami, labo naman neto. (Didn't he just say we were in his kingdom? He's confusing.)

"You said we were in your kingdom. I'm pretty sure-" 

"The location, child." He insists and she thinks for a bit, wondering what he could gain from knowing the answer.

"Apo Island, Philippines." 

There was silence. The man and woman behind Namor looked at each other and this didn't go amiss by her. They looked more puzzled than she was.

"What?" She asked, a sudden panic started to rise in her chest for some reason.

"You're in my kingdom. In the Atlantic Ocean." 

"Ha?" She gave him a look that says 'are you fucking kidding me?' but then her expression changed.

From giving them an incredulous look to showing them a tired one, she sighs.

"What?" Namor questions and takes a step back when she suddenly stands up.

"Ha? Hatdog." 

The three strangers looked at each other and she rolled her eyes, "I get it. This is a prank, right? Who are you really? Ano to, skit?" (Is this a skit?) 

"Kala niyo ba maiisahan niyo ko? Asa ka boy. Kaya pala naka-cosplay ka ee." She adds and raises a brow.

(You think you can trick me? You wish, boy. No wonder you're in some kind of cosplay.)

"What are you talking about?" The other woman asked with a disapproving look, "And how dare you call him a boy-" 

"English, child." Namor cuts the other off and commands the stranger but she scoffs, rolling her eyes in the process. 

"English mo mukha mo. And anong child? Gago twenty-something na ko." (English your face. And what child? Asshole, I'm twenty-something already.)

Her voice was defiant as she suddenly glared at Namor. This surprised him a little so he wasn't able to answer her. Obviously, no one has ever addressed him in such a manner before.

She thought she had him, "So ano ka? Crossover ni King Triton at Legolas? Sali sana ako kung parang tourism eme to kaso lokal lang ako mamsir." (So what are you? A crossover of King Triton and Legolas? I would've joined if this was something for tourism but I'm local.)

She started walking towards the closed drapes of the tent and she saw out of the corner of her eye that the taller man and the woman were about to stop her but Namor raised his hand to stop them instead.

"Let her go. Let her see." 

As soon as she stepped foot out of the tent, her eyes went wide, "What. The. F-"

The place was unlike anything she's ever seen. It was beautiful but that was the least of her problems right now. Suddenly, an uncomfortable feeling set itself in her stomach. 

Shit nasan ba talaga ako? What if di to prank? Tangina, ano ko na-kidnap? Gago aanuhin nila ko, wala naman ako pera. Shit uso pa ba ung human trafficking- (Shit where am I, really? What if it's not a prank? Motherfucker, was I kidnapped? Fuck what are they gonna do, I don't have any money. Shit, is human trafficking still a thing?)

"You are not where you thought you are." Namor cut off her rambling in her head and she whirled around in alarm, looking at him with fear in her eyes.

Now it has registered in her brain that she's in so much deeper shit than she thought. She backed away from him instinctively- before she ran.

"Hey!" The taller man had yelled after her but before he could chase her down, the woman said with a smirk, "Let her. She has nowhere to go." 

Meanwhile, the lost and confused protagonist of this story, well- maybe, no one knows yet if she is a protagonist. But for now, let's say she is-

Anyway, she ran. To where? She has no clue. She just had to get away from the strangers. She looked around and realized she was in a cave.

"San na ung exit?!" (Where's the exit?!) She yelled and it echoed against the walls. She covers her mouth and crouches on instinct before peeking to the side, checking if she was being followed. When there were no signs of an attack, she breathed out in relief. She thinks she's safe- she's not.

"Okay. Okay." She breathed in, trying to calm herself down, "Kung nasa kweba ako, malamang sa bandang dulo dito ung exit."  (If I was in a cave, then the exit should be at the far end.) She said to herself as if she actually knew what she was doing. She doesn't.

She started to crabwalk to wherever the hell she thinks the exit should be. She thinks she's being quiet and clever. Again, she's not.

"Where the fuck is the exit?!" She whispers, annoyed. She got to the end of the cave but all she saw was a body of water, like a small pond. There was no exit.

What if?

Nasa loob ba ko ng secret beach? De, di secret beach, parang secret beach, ung kelangan mo lumusot para makadating sa kabilang side. (Am I inside a secret beach? No, not a secret beach, but like a secret beach, where you gotta swim under to get to the other side.) 

Her conclusion seemed to make sense to her but there was one problem: she's not a good swimmer. She's never drowned before, granted, but still, she's not a good swimmer.

"Okay." She said to herself, "Options-"

Counting down with her fingers, she started to think, "Option One: Lalangoy ako pailalim to escape." (Option One: I swim under to escape.) She looks at the 'pond', it looks deep as shit.

"Option Two: Pakamatay na lang tayo dito agad bes, kesa kung ano pa gawin nila sayo. Jusko lord I'd rather die talaga." (Option Two: Let me just kill myself here, rather than finding out what they'd do to me. Jesus Christ I'd literally rather die.)

She continues to talk with herself, "Baka naman di ganon kalalim? Mukha lang? Siguro? Pucha naman talaga, oo."  (Maybe it's not that deep. Only looks like it? Maybe? Fucking really.) She's panicking. And when she panics, bad things happen.

"Okay, try natin, baka naman-" (Okay, let's try, maybe-) She walked towards the pond, dipping her feet into the water to test the temperature. There was a voice in her head saying "Hoe don't do it." but she ignored it. She was panicking, her brain cells were gone.

She sinks into the pond quickly and opens her eyes. It was harder to see without the goggles but the water was surprisingly clear as soon as she dove in. She looks around and sees a light and this brings a bit of hope to her heart.

But, as mentioned, she's not a good swimmer. She's not good at holding her breath either. She was halfway through the cave, the light still a few ways away from her when she felt herself start to lose air.

Panic. Panic. Panic.

She tried to swim up but she hadn't realized that the deeper she went into the body of water, the cave closed in on her.

Panic. More panic. She's going to die.

Option Two then. She thinks to herself before she takes a huge gulp of water. She has accepted her fate. Death to the stranger. The end. Her eyes closed and she fell deeper into the water-

Until she wasn't.

She coughed out the water on solid ground. She was on all fours, trying to catch her breath when she felt a firm grip on her arm. She turned to see Namor, looking at her disapprovingly.

"You are foolish." He starts with a frown, "There is no escape from here for a surface-dweller like you without our help."

"What-" She coughs roughly, she still can't breathe properly. Her eyes widened when she realized what was happening- she was having an asthma attack.

She wheezed and clutched her chest before falling to her side. She could hear Namor talking- or yelling- she's not sure. Her eyes started to water. She's trying to catch her breath so desperately when she feels something cover her mouth.

Suddenly she can breathe a little easier.

"Breathe," She could finally register what Namor was saying. Her vision started to focus and when she calmed, she looked down at the device on her face.

She started to inspect it, turning it here and there suspiciously.

"An inhaler?" She asked, "Looks like one of those things you use with a nebulizer." 

Her asthmatic ass aside, her situation still hasn't improved. This reality settled again in her thoughts and she looked abruptly at Namor who was just watching- observing.

"Okay. Uh-" She started, standing up rather slowly. She was looking at him like he was some wild animal she had to be careful around.

Well, she's not wrong.

"Uhm okay, Namor," She swallows her fear, 

"SIR-" She continued with her hands raised in front of her chest, palm outward as if to calm him, to surrender to him.

"I don't know what you want from me. I'm nobody. If this is a kidnapping then I can assure you-" 

Namor raises a brow but before he could interrupt her, she continued on her tangent, "I have no money. I'm alone. I don't have anything and if you're planning on selling my body parts then-" 

"What-"

"I'm asthmatic. I have GERD- well, maybe, I don't know, I haven't had that checked yet." She stops to think, "I also have PCOS, I swear no one will buy me from you so-" 

"I have nothing to give you." She stops and it took a few minutes before-

"Follow me," Namor instructs and she tenses, backing away from him a little.

"Come here." He repeated, more commanding. But when he saw the panic in her eyes and the way she closed her hand in a tight fist, he changed his tone, "I will take you to where I found you, so follow me." 

"What do you mean: found me?" She asked, slowly and carefully walking closer to him. She was still wary of him but for now, she has no choice but to trust him.

Namor turned to her a little, "I found you in the water close to our border. I sensed a disturbance in the waves and when I went to look, you were there." He knew she didn't believe him since she again had that look on her face.

Of course, she replied, "That makes no sense." 

"Believe what you will. I'm taking you back." He continued to walk ahead and she followed timidly. They arrived in front of the tent once again. The two other strangers were still there, waiting for them. The woman was smirking while the taller man only looked at her suspiciously.

Namor then steps into the water, he was waist-deep before he turned to her, "Come." 

She hesitated, still. 

"I thought you wanted to go home?" He asked her, a playful grin on his lips.

"Yeah but- how do I know you're not gonna drown me once I get in there?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest and Namor laughing dryly caught her by surprise.

Teka. Ang cute nun ah. Hala. (Wait. That was cute. Oh no.)

"Trust me," His grin grows wider, "If I were to kill you, I wouldn't need the water." 

 She swallows and bites her lip at his words, her heart pounding for some strange reason. Maybe because he was cute when he smiled- oR MAYBE BECAUSE HE JUST FUCKING THREATENED TO KILL HER. 

She starts to weigh her options again but then, of course, not one of those was a perfect solution for an escape. And Namor said it himself, there was no way out of the cave without their help. So she sighs, might as well go with it. If she does die there- well- she hopes she doesn't but if she does- then she's dead. What else is there?

She walked over to the water and as soon as she was at the same water level as him, he pulled her closer to his chest, her face flushed when she braced herself against him, hands on his biceps.

Namor gives her the mouthpiece and she starts to feel her breathing slow down a little, her mind getting a bit fogged up with an unknown haze.

"Breathe." He commands and she follows. As soon as her breathing was steady, he drags her underwater.

"Eyes open, child." Was the next thing she heard him say. As soon as she did, she shielded them from the sun before looking around.

"Where-" She noticed they weren't near a beachfront like she expected. Instead, they were in the middle of fucking nowhere.

"Where I found you," Namor explains and she turns to him with another one of those disbelieving looks.

"What? No. That's-" She looks around again, "That's impossible. There's nothing here." She gestured to the open sea.

"Do you think I am lying?" Namor asks and she looks him in the eye. It unsettled her, even more, when she could see that he wasn't. He was telling the truth.

Pero what the fuck? (But what the fuck?)

"Where-" She swallows the lump in her throat, "Where are we?" 

Namor could tell that she was finally starting to believe him, "Near the borders of my kingdom." 

"And that would be where again?" 

"You surface-dwellers call this place the Atlantic Ocean." Surprisingly, he was patient with her despite her doubt and her use of foul language every now and then. 

"Why do you say that?" She suddenly asked and when he raised a brow, she clarified, "Why do you call me a surface-dweller?" 

Ah. Apparently, it still wasn't obvious to her that Namor and his people were different from her. Don't blame her though, some parts of her brain are working and some are not. Seriously though, whose brain would work properly after finding out you may or may not have been kidnapped by some weird-looking dudes?

"You don't live in the ocean, no?" Namor asked back, "How do you think I was able to carry you from the cave into the open sea without trouble? Without that mask?" 

She thought for a while. Namor could tell she was really racking up an idea in her brain with the way her brows furrowed and the way she scrunched up her nose. She was thinking- or at least she was trying to.

Finally, she gave up and shrugged, "I dunno. I just thought you were a good swimmer." 

Surprisingly, he chuckled. He was obviously amused. She was obviously stupid. 

"I am not like you." He then said, earning another raised brow from her, "What are you then?" 

"Think." He pointed at his forehead, in hopes that she would understand what he meant for her to do.

Thankfully, she did. She looked at him- really looked at him. She took note of his tanned skin, his deep brown eyes, his dark hair, and his jewelry. If that was all there is to him then she may have stuck with her first conclusion. Btu there were still the pointed ears- and she remembered seeing his winged feet. She also recalls the other two who had blue-colored skin. 

A dawning realization creeps up on her and as Namor watched her think, he could tell that she was starting to understand. She didn't. Not really. 

"So-" She starts, "You're- what?" She tried to think of a term but couldn't. Again, the brain was gone. There is one possibility she could think of but she thinks that the idea was too out there. There's a one-in-a-million chance that she'd be able to meet anyone from there.

So, no- it wasn't an option. It was too- unrealistic. 

But then another idea popoped in her head- not a good one though-

"Ah! Shokoy!" 

"Excuse me?" 

"Teka. Masyado kang gwapo para maging shokoy. But-" (Wait. You're too good-looking to be a shokoy. But-) She goes on a tangent once again, not bothering with Namor who was looking at her incredulously,

"You have the qualities, I mean- no, you don't- maybe?" She gestures to nothing, "Look, I don't know. You don't have fins and your ears are just pointy. You have winged feet instead of fins but then again, may paa nga ba pag shokoy?" (-but then again, do shokoy even have feet?)

"What did you call me?" Namor cuts her off her thinking, swimming closer to her a little and she finally looks up.

"A shokoy?" She asked back, "It's like a- hmmm- mer...man? Loosely." Unsure and a little confused, she wonders at the look he was giving her. 

"I am not a merman. I am a mutant." Namor was about to tell her the story of how he was born and how he became the ruler of the kingdom of Talokan. 

"Teka. Teka. Teka. Wait." She stopped him, waving her hands in front of his face, "You said, mutant. So- like- the X-Men?" 

"Who?" 

"X-Men. You know?" She asked and shrugged her shoulders. Not getting the reaction that she thought she would get from him, she continues, "Everybody knows the X-Men. They're new but apparently, they've been living among us for quite a while now. They're a new addition to the Avengers... kinda like a sub-group." She explained and when Namor still didn't show any sign of recognition, she tilted her head.

"You really have no idea who the X-Men are? They might be like you guys." 

Bat di niya alam? Eh kaka-join nga lang nung mga un sa Avengers. Na news pa nga un. Pero baka kase walang tv sa tubig. (Why doesn't he know? They just joined the Avengers. It was in the news. Maybe because there's no television underwater.)

"I do not care for the affairs of the surface-dwellers." Namor finally answered.

"Aray naman." (Ouch.) She replied and held her chest dramatically while she raised her other hand, "Surface-dweller here, sir." 

Namor grins unconsciously, "You are amusing."

Before she could say another word, Namor turned around and she sees that the woman from before was right behind him except she was wearing a different set of clothes and she had a huge headgear on.

They talk with each other in the language our protagonist can't understand. The words exchanged were said with a sense of urgency. She noticed the way Namor suddenly tensed- his back straightened and his biceps clenched. When he turned around to look at her, his brows were furrowed, his jaw set, and his nostrils were flared.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Come, we must return to the cave." Namor grabs her by the arm without a second thought or any warning before they dove deep into the water.

She had no idea what was going on. The blue people, more of them, not just the first two who were with Namor, were scrambling around and they were carrying- 

"Are those spears?" She asked under her breath. She was just standing in the corner awkwardly. Looking here and there. 

As soon as they got back to the cave, Namor dove back into a much deeper pond. He was gone for minutes and she waited by the edge, not knowing what to do. The question of what the fuck is happening and how the fuck did she get there was still on her mind but when about a dozen of the foreign people emerged from the depths of the pond, she stepped to the side politely to make way for them- to whatever the hell they were going.

She looked at them and they stared back. They were probably wondering why someone like her was in there with them. It was obvious that she was a visitor. Well, maybe visitor is a loose term. 

Staring contest ito. Ang awkward. Ano ba gagawin ko dito? Pasok na lang kaya ako sa tent? (This is a staring contest. How awkward. What am I even doing here? Should I go back to the tent?) She thought to herself and started to crabwalk. 

Again, no idea why the crabwalk. That's just her weird ass choice.

"Stop." She heard someone say and she turned. One tall guy was approaching her in quick, long strides. It was a different one, someone she doesn't know by face.

"What?" She asked and took a step back since she was intimidated by the way this man was looking and walking toward her.

He speaks quickly- too quickly that it doesn't register in her brain. Not that it could, he was speaking in another language. He sounded commanding- he looked commanding. And when she didn't respond to him since she can't understand jack shit, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm-

"Oy! Tangina- get off!" (Fucker- get off!0 She yelled, surprised and frankly, a bit offended at how she was grabbed without warning. She tried to yank herself away from him, only to have the stranger laugh in a mocking tone.

Aba gago to a. (This asshole.)

"I said-" She gritted her teeth- FIGHT MODE ON.

"-GET. OFF!" She stomped her foot on his, making him let go of his iron grip, she doubled back and braced herself before kicking him in the nuts. He bent over in pain and shock. 

Never mess with a Filipina. 

She removed one of her aqua shoes and raised it over her head, "Nyeta ka. Makahablot, kala mo walang bukas. Who the hell are you?" (You fucker. Grabbing me like there's no tomorrow.)

The man glared at her and stood up, a threatening and dangerous look in his eyes, "Who do you think you are?!" He yelled angrily and was about to raise his hand but a firm grip on his shoulder stopped him.

They both turned and she sighed in relief when she saw Namor. They talked with each other, Namor sounding gentle yet with authority towards the other man. The stranger seemed to settle down before his eyes widened, making her wonder what else Namor had told him. 

The stranger looked at her and what he did next surprised and confused her even more. The man knelt on one knee right in front of her before muttering something in the other language, 

"Forgive me." 

She raised a brow but before she could even ask what the hell he was doing and why he was doing it and what he meant, Namor had taken her by the arm. He then spoke in a commanding tone over the people gathered by the cave.

She wondered what he was saying. It must've been important and it must be about her because they all looked at her with- she doesn't know what look they were giving her- maybe- acknowledgment? Could be.

Namor then turned to her, "There is something I have to attend to. You must stay here." He ordered,

"What? Where are you-"

"Stay. My people will look after you as I have instructed. I will return-" He calls her by a name in the language she's not familiar with and she tilts her head, not understanding shit. But again, before she could ask, he had turned on his heel and left with most of the people carrying spears out of the cave. 

Once they were all gone, she sighed, looking around at the remaining strangers with her. There were two men- who she assumed were left to guard her, and there were three younger women. 

Oh tapos. Ano na bes? Nga-nga. (So now what?)

One of the younger women then approached her and handed her some new clothes before gesturing for her to follow. She looked down at the garments and then back up at the stranger. With another heavy sigh, she thinks to herself-

May choice pa ba ko? (Do I have a choice?)

requested tagging: @deputy-videogamer @rokuhoku @queenotaku23​ 

#namor #namor the submariner #mcu namor #mcu namor x reader #namor x reader #namor x filipino!reader #namor x filipino reader #namor fanfiction #mcu namor x filipino reader #personal #namor x you #namor x original character #mcu namor x original character

[leggerefiore]

we already know how the submas brothers deal with a s/o who's sick, but how about author's choice of headcanons for characters taking care of their s/os? (the recent cold weather in my area has caused me to develop an ear issue, tbh i know cyrus probably wouldn't help but the image of emotion man failing to heat up soup in a microwave makes me feel a little better,,)

ear pains are the worst. my sinuses clogged and my ears wouldn't pop and I wanted to Die.

characters: Cyrus, Volo, Elesa, and Irida

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Terror after you begin to show symptoms. His emotions come flooding back to him, and you are being notably avoided. Cyrus knows he seems cruel, but he wants to avoid getting sick. The very idea would set him back by who knows how much and annoys him. He is kind enough to buy you whatever you request, but it is left outside your bedroom door in a basket.

☄️ As stated, he's buying you whatever you want. If you, for whatever reason, wanted some food dish that is insanely expensive and doesn't require him preparing it, you'll have it. He just won't hand it off to you directly. Poor guy approaches you in gloves, mask, and goggles if he has to. He procures all kinds of medicines for you. Too much. You are certain to be bought every form of ibuprofen for some reason.

☄️ After he notices your lack of appetite, be it from being unconscious for many hours or just being too exhausted to do anything, he sighs and accepts his fate. People avoid the canned soup aisle as he stares at the options intensely. He has no idea which of these works best. You wake up to a knock on the door and French onion soup in a bowl. You wonder his plans.

☄️ Even if you're crying in front of him (his literal one weakness), he is refusing to touch you. The Team Galactic Boss does not want to be ill. Ever. The idea of his admins funnelling into his apartment annoyed him. Though, he does feel awful for your condition. You get a Weavile or Crobat to cuddle with, depending on your preference. (Crobat makes a great pillow, but Weavile's purrs help with headaches. Choose wisely.)

-----

Everything felt bad. Your head pounded, your throat tickled, every time you coughed or sneezed you felt more and more upset. The stuffiness allowed no more blowing your nose for now. Tears blurred your eyes as you felt alone. Hiccuping quietly to yourself, you reached for the tissues. A knock suddenly rasped from the door, a deep voice called out to you, “I am home and I brought more medicine.” You sighed. Cyrus did not seem to grasp that you had more than enough. The sound of a pokeball opening rang out, and a familiar cry soon followed. “Once more, I am apologetic that you have fallen ill. I hope my pokemon is a nice enough substitute for me in this time,” Cyrus spoke with finality before waking off. You laughed until you coughed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ Gross, he says, stepping away from you. He immediately tells you that you pushed yourself too far for Team Galaxy and demands you rest for a day or two. His friendly demeanour is always there, but always made you remember everything that happened between you both. You do as he says and wake up to a steaming cup of tea beside you alongside a warm rag on your forehead. It's obvious this was either his or Cogita's actions.

⭐️ He brings you whatever he thinks can help you with your symptoms. There's little in proper medicine during this period of time, but you get meals cooked with medicinal leeks and oran berries quite often. His concern is oddly apparent. You then remember that even things like the cold had a decent fatality rate in this time period. You're gifted little trinkets, too, that he thinks may help make you feel better.

⭐️ He's no cook, but having been on his own for a while, he does know how to make things that at least fall under edible. You awake to more of his medicinal soup at your bedside and start feeling a strange warmth in your chest despite the fog in your brain from sickness. Volo can be oddly sweet in his own way.

⭐️ He's not cuddling with you, even if you're begging him to. Volo will, however, sit near you and speak with you. You're updated on goings-on in Hisui and wonder how he manages to get this information despite having “vanished.” Sometimes, his hand drifts near yours and holds it for a moment. The soft warmth from him is much appreciated. You do swear that you wake up and feel a warm spot in the futon beside you, but Volo never is around for you to question when it happens.

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You woke up from a nightmare, desperately gasping for air. The sudden amounts of air triggered a coughing fit and had you leaning forward as your head throbbed from the sinus pressure swelling in your head. The door to your small, shared home slid open, and a hand rubbed your back. Volo's hair was down and running over his shoulders gorgeously as his stormy eye gazed at you intensely. The emotional high came down, and you managed to regain your breath. Laying back down, you sighed as he ringed out a rag to lay across your forehead. “… If only this happened after you received the last of the plates,” he sighed, “Do get better, my angel.” You nodded and sneezed into a hand cloth. He grimaced. His face almost made you laugh.

⚡️Elesa🌟

⭐️ Panics when you start showing symptoms. Immediately searching whatever could be wrong with you while also forcing you to lay down. A humidifier is plugged and tissues are left on the bedside table. Her next thoughts are if she needs to take off work and what to do if she gets sick, too. She tries to recall what she knows about sickness and debates asking help from her friends.

⭐️ She goes to buy medicine and returns with a distressing amount. The idea of seeing you in pain bothers her too much. She's quickly concocting a potion of medications, but you'll likely need to ask her to slow it down a little. She's just worried for you, in the end, but her panic results in a potion of bone hurting more than a cold cure. Small gifts of chocolates or similar things are left for you, too, as a surprise.

⭐️ Her cooking is not… the best. She's a busy woman that doesn't have the time to settle down and cook, but she does know a guy. A certain train adjacent man comes over and helps her make soup for you, to which she eagerly gifts you while offering to feed you. If you're feeling lethargic enough, there probably won't be a question, just your girlfriend making sure you eat something. (She also aggressively makes health teas for you to drink to help you stay hydrated and get some extra vitamins you might be lacking).

⭐️ She knows she shouldn't, but seeing you so ill and pitiful, she crawls into bed with you and cuddles you. Elesa tries to massage your temples to help with any head pain and presses a sneaky kiss or two to your cheek. The gym leader coos over your weakened state while trying to make sure you feel comfortable. She also leaves her Ampharos to keep you company as a cuddly friend when she has work.

-----

You coughed so hard that your head pulsed with pain during each nearly involuntary actions. It was unknown where you caught this vulgar affliction, but when you found out, you would attack whoever passed it along. Ampharos nuzzled into you with a quiet bleat. Electric types always held a pleasant warmth. Just as you were drifting off from the soft comfort of your girlfriend's pokemon, the door of the room opened. Elesa peered in carefully, steaming bowl of soup in her hands. “Oh!” her face grew flustered, “Sorry, sweetie… Ingo brought you some more soup, since he was worried when I said you really weren't eating a lot.” She held the bowl forward. You smiled. Her friends were extremely kind. “It's okay,” you managed to respond, “His cooking is really nice; I'll have some.” She giggled and took a seat beside you, setting the bowl on the night stand. You managed to raise up from the embrace of the sheep and enjoy a nice meal with some banter from your lover.

❄️Irida🦪

⚪️ Poor thing is heavily concerned when you get sick. Obviously, getting sick in this time period isn't something preferred. Especially when you're a member of a rural clan in a region that has had little to no modern development. She demands that you take time off from your Survey Corps work and rest. Irida will go to Kamado if you don't request it yourself. Preferably, too, she can keep you in the Pearl Settlement, but she also acknowledges the benefit of the Galaxy Team's more advanced medical knowledge.

⚪️ Medicine isn't exactly the same as it is modernly, so you're more likely given herbal teas and ground up spices to help with your affliction. If you need to be cooled, she leaves her dear Glaceon at your side, but if you need to be warmed, you're given her Flareon. There's little she can do outside of keeling you company and hoping you get better. She may start hunting for a Blissey if her concern gets bad enough. The legends of their caring natures and healing capabilities aren't unknown to her, after all.

⚪️ You are often shaken awake from your sickness induced slumber to be offered a warm bowl of soup with plenty of medicinal leaks and oran berries inside to help with your health or a tea that's made from herbs that are believed to help manage pain and sickness. She's incredibly soft in these moments, chiding you lightly about not getting proper nutrients. The Pearl Clan leader knows she's seen you go against Noble pokemon at their most powerful, but she can't help but worry. Maybe using all your energy against them left you vulnerable. She'd try to ask the Sinnoh for help, but you captured it. (This helps her believe you'll get better. After all, no ordinary person could capture such powerful pokemon and wield them.)

⚪️ She does maintain a slight distance until you're seemingly getting better. Irida would remain at your beside during the worst parts of your sickness, but during the more manageable moments, she let you rest your head in her lap and stroked your hair. Often, she suggests you sit in the hot springs, but you jokingly ask her to join you in that case. Her face is deadly serious when she says she will. In the end, you would say her kindness and conversation made you feel better than any of the medicines, admittedly.

----

You pressed the small ice fox closely to your head and sighed. Glaceon let out a small sound, but ultimately adjusted herself to lay comfortably near your forehead. There was some irony about using the ice type to help with your cold while in the middle of the most frigid place in Hisui, but that was currently lost to you. The door to the hut opened and revealed your girlfriend covered in a slight layer of snow. “How are you feeling?” she asked, coming to sit by your bed. This had become a custom since you became sick. Glaceon cried out a greeting to her beloved friend, which made you whine. Too much vibrating. “I think I'll take you up on the hot spring offering,” you managed, “After I stop feeling so cold…” Her hand reached forward to press against your forehead. The back of her hand brushed against your cheek as concern filled her eyes. She already had so much to worry about, and you just added more to her plate. “I'm sorry, Iri, you don't have to worry about me so much, I'll be fine,” you told her. Irida shook her head. “I'll get started on a good healthy meal for you,” she said dutifully, standing up proud, “You will be better in no time.”

#pokemon x reader #cyrus x reader #volo x reader #elesa x reader #irida x reader #cyrus/reader #volo/reader #elesa/reader #irida/reader

[pocket-lin]

9 and 10 for the fandom asks!

hi!! thank you!! I apologize if the formatting is weird for this, I wrote half of it on my phone notes app the the rest on the Tumblr site and also I just generally don't know how to do things hahah

(i'm focussing on the sandman cuz I think that’s the biggest fandom we share!!)

9. a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

so dreamling is my ultimate sandman ship, BUT. two other ones I love are:

dream/hob/corinthian aka hobrintheus. everyone go read @softest-punk’s fic self-abandon, and the confounding effects thereof !! hob humanizing the corinthian (calling him cori), the corinthian being so genuinely in love with hob, dream being being so very dream about the situation… pure excellence. I have a handful of other fics I can rec for this ship, too!!

dream/hob/daniel. this is 10000000% @moorishflower’s fault because their Beautiful, Strange and New series is fucking unparalleled  (tbh everything they write is like a drug to me). the main fic was so incredibly fun to read while it was a wip!!! especially when the story gets to that part (ifkyk). 

10. a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

okay this question is so hard to answer because I’ve only got back into any fandom in 2022 (long and kinda sad story) and I haven’t quite gotten up the gumption to talk to many people outside of commenting on fics. so!! I’m just gonna shoutout some more fics I love from the people I talked about in the other answer!

here’s a few more @softest-punk fics that I recommend, especially if you like alternate universes, a hopelessly-in-love hob, and support the Trans Agenda:

Catching Up - human/no powers au with alternating pov. all that post-fishbowl trauma goodness with an incredibly sweet hob who just wants to take care of his dear friend (who he is also hopelessly in love with but that's nbd)

Falling - another human/no powers au! strangers to friends to lovers story with extremely hot sex. i'm remembering how much I love this one and I'm about to go reread it!!

Half sleep, half waking- this is one of their most recents fics and it's a rivers of london crossover!! 1989 fishbowl rescue au (alternating hob and nightingale pov) where hob enlists the help of his friend (and ex-lover) dci nightingale to figure out why his oldest friend (who he is hopelessly in love with) missed their centennial meeting. I love hob's whole "thing" in this one–I have a personal head canon that he would absolutely have all kinds of rizz with the potentially less than human and/or immortal components of the world.

here's some more @moorishflower fics I recommend, especially if you like alternate universes, delicious angst, and extremely well thought out world-building! I don't know the best way to word this (fiction writing isn't my strong suit), but the way that this author describes things makes me go insane. they know exactly how to describe how things taste/smell/feel and it just completely transports me into the story.

iron, glass, bones, blood - monster4monster, love but the kind of love where you want to pin them to a board like a butterfly and find out what their blood looks like under a microscope, kink as a way to reclaim trauma... I literally cannot tell you how many times I've read this fic. it feels like it was pulled from the very depths of my subconscious.

On sexual dimorphism in C. urophasianus - (if you know me irl, no you don't) very lighthearted, non-traditional a/b/o, omegas are very empowered. they've only been together one week and it's still very new between them and now dream has to "court" hob because of his instincts going all crazy. very, very sweet!!

17th Century Knife Restoration - this fic made me cryyyyyy. hob watching a restoration video on YouTube and uh oh its his knife and uh oh now he has many feelings. to be loved is to be known, and also to be changed 💜

also their Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs series' most recent fic, Basic Needs, is currently posting and is making ME have many feelings!! check this one out if you want mutual pining of the most desperate nature, down and out dream and caretaker hob (oh and hob has a gigantic dick and dream is obsessed with it)

#fandom asks #ask games #fic recs #I've never done fic recs before #do we like this? #the sandman #dreamling

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

So I am planning that dcla consent video in my head atm. And I won't say I will talk about all of these things in order, but it's basically stuff I want to bring up.

I wanna start with discussing how these shows like to use "surprise kissing". Which basically means "I didn't know, or were prepared, for you to kiss me but I am fine with it". With this, we can start to see what was actually consentual and what was not.

Violetta did not know Leon was gonna kiss her in their first kiss, BUT she very much liked it and sees it as a happy memory. It became consentual.

Violetta technically kissed Leon without his consent in 3x06, since he was asleep. However, in this case it was to mimic the way it happens in fairytales, and I like the trope of the princess waking up the prince instead of reverse. Also, it did cause Leon to wake up, and HE does not seem to have minded this. And if we'd elaborate on this we'd have to dig in the whole fairytale kissing people sleeping problem. In the end: We'll let this slide because it was supposed to be a romantic fairytale moment and everyone involved was ok with it. But, please do not kiss sleeping people irl.

I don't think Yam was that prepared that Ramiro would kiss her in S1, but when she saw the situation he was in, she went from "WHAT are you doing?! >:(" to "Oh! I see you need to get out of this situation! Okay!"

Maggie randomly kissed Rey on several occasions without him being prepared, just to disguise what they were actually doing. I don't know if he was that ok with it but he let it slide.

Naty was quite shook when Maxi kissed her in 2x71 but she liked it seemingly and then wanted him to do it again so.

Angie and Germán have "surprise kissed" each other several times and like. Germán at least liked it. He's like a sim, he got kissed once and got in love and so now when you don't control him he's gonna go kiss the other sim automatically without you wanting to

Ludmila and Federico's first kiss is very unclear

I mean when Leon kissed Roxy he did it mid sentence of her trying to talk and tbh out of context he was kind of pushy when she tried to talk herself OUT of the situation, but that whole scene I feel like we should pass

And then there's moment where people are non-consentual and it leads to nothing.

Beto kissed a random lady, and he thought it was Jackie?? But HE WASN'T EVEN DATING JACKIE TO BEGIN WITH so even if it was her it would've been just as strange

Jade kisses Germán without his consent on multiple occasions. This does not lead to very much other than them being awkward and moving on from it.

I will discuss Benicio later. I don't know why Ámbar keeps forgiving him for assaulting her...

I will then proceed to discuss the cases on non-con kisses that affected the plot somehow. Starting with Andrea kissing Maxi without his consent in S1. Yeah, remember Andrea? She had 2 actresses for some reason. Anyway, she was played as completely delusional and kissed Maxi without his consent, and then HE got the blame for it. After discussing that case, I will be like "so that was just one case... but there's a BIGGER ONE" and then BAM, we cut to the Yo Soy Asi duet. I will have my big fair share about Diego here. Maybe I can go tease the Diego supremacists who thinks he's perfect and that "Violetta is not the victim" in S2. Also I'm gonna question Pablo as a teacher for even trying to enforce them kissing.

When I am done with the Diego rant, which will be glorious, we shall move over to Matteo. This will be epic fun. Especially since I know many Lutteo shippers LIKE the scene you know I will talk about. So I will be like "I know many would see this more as a surprise kiss... but it's not. I have heard the argument that 'Luna didn't pull away from him so she must not have been that uncomfortable'. So this is why I disagree with that:"

With Matteo done, I can just slip in about Emilia. "Now when this happened to him, these were the consequences". Emilia definitely needs to be held accountable for it and I am glad the show DID hold her accountable for it. But, it also feels weird that, when Matteo does it to a girl it's romantic and when a girl does it against him she gets held accountable immediately. I know it was different situations but STILL.

We can then move over to Michel. I will discuss how out of all three of Luna's love interests, only ONE of them have had their first kiss with her consentually.

Then we can go to Eric and how Nina and Luna sort of bond over being kissed without their consent ??? and continue to ship each other with the respective boy????????

Yes... then I will mention Felipe Diaz. Fuck that guy I hope Ludmila and Naty kissed each other in front of him while flipping him off and then threw him into the river.

And then Benicio. Of course <3 I will make sure to also mention the kiss at Dia de los muertos. That was a curious case where the kiss was intented to be consentual and then BECAME non-consentual when she realized who she kissed. Good job Benny boy.

Then I guess I'll just take things I've missed. Maybe I can mention Tomas' "Your kiss with Leon was my kiss" even if it doesn't have to do much with consent but rather just because I wanna complain about it

#dcla #i feel like some people will REALLY be mad at me especially regarding matteo #but let them be

[koskela-knights]

I’m trying to make my own AW2 playlist of chapter ending songs—do you have any recommendations? Feel like we’re similarly obsessed with the spiral…

Thnx for your question! And well yeah I might be a bit obsessed with the spiral/loops and its endless possibilities & scenarios that could've been 👀

Besides the official ending songs the game already provides, there are some other songs that give me general AW/AW2 vibes or specific feels for certain characters! I've been pondering about songs to share for a while, so this is a great opportunity! Thnx again for the ask!

Also feel free to share your own songs in my inbox if you feel like it :D

It's gonna be a long post so buckle up 😅

This is the moment to share my love for Lord Huron, specifically their Strange Trails album but also Vide Noir one.

Strange Trails is, to me, an album about being lost and cursed and it's about love. Honestly, I don't think The Night We Met is a good representative about the entire album.

Meet Me In The Woods

This entire song just screams Alan Wake to me.

I took a little journey to the unknown, And I come back changed. I can feel it in my bones. I fucked with forces that our eyes can't see. Now the darkness got a hold on me.

(...)

How long, baby, have I been away? Oh, it feels like ages though you say it's only days. There ain't language for the things I've seen. And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams.

(...)

I have seen what the darkness does. Said goodbye to who I was. I ain't never been away so long. Don't look back them days are gone. Follow me into the endless night. I can bring your fears to life. Show me yours and I'll show you mine. Meet me in the woods tonight.

Like, how can you read those lyrics and not think about our boy Alan.

2. Way Out There

Drifting in a land time forgot If you think that I've changed, you know me not I belong bodily to the earth I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first I been unraveling since my birth

Those lyrics and partially the song in general remind me of Alan in the Dark Place trying to escape. How many loops has he been through? (Thus in this context, kind of wearing 'old bones from those who came first, aka older iterations of Alan himself) Also, the theremin they use is so fitting and it's an instrument often used in horror movies so <3

3. Vide Noir (both album itself & song)

Where can you go when it’s all in your head? These are the last words that I ever said Where can you go when it’s all in your head? These are the last words that I ever said

Tbh, this album also gives off major Control vibes with its themes and songs about the Astral plane & the black void. Many other songs on the album talk about the main character getting lost and drifting in-between time/space and living/dying

4. War by Poets of the Fall

You might be familiar with the song already and its music video 👀

I like how all the Poets were involved in the video as Taken (have you seen BTS shots of Olli with a fake beard?!!) Anyways, the song makes me think of how Alan has to remember that there are people out there who want to help him. That there are people out there fighting against the Darkness, even if he is mainly unaware and might even feel he doesn't deserve external help. It also reflects Alice being Alan's bright light in the darkness, and the reason he wants to keep fighting to get back to her.

In a similar vein, Lust For Life (also PoTF haha) this song could also be seen through an Alan/Alice lens, the shared shoebox mechanic and Alice trying to help/guide Alan back to the real world.

What is lost may be found Safe and sound

5. Hello Cabaret by PoTF

Now this song is maybe one of my faves of the Ghostlight album. Relistening to my fave lyrics of the song, it reminds me of the Koskelas and Ilmo specifically.

For when you come calling Dancing on my grave For all my choices made Judging me for how I played The hand you dealt me Stains the blood that flows

(...)

Of all I once did love but lost Nothing comes without a cost The wise fool said that's just the way it goes

(...)

Most will never comprehend Till' they're in the very predicament

To me, Ilmo at the end of the game is heartbroken and dead inside now that his other/better half is gone. The 'you' in question here might as well be the player or Scratch/Alan and he feels judged by the narrative of his previous actions. He's made decisions and sacrifices and used the Cult as a palpable 'villain' for the greater good. Something many probably didn't/wouldn't understand unless they were in his shoes.

6. Chasing Echoes by PoTF

It's a fun coincidence that in AW2 you have literal Echoes to chase huh.

Is this a role or disguise seeking mercy in creation? Just another device or truly a time when we will rise? Oh one and all, to the occasion And bridge the gap to see the other side?

The more on-the-nose/literal meaning aside, I think this song can be read as another one about Alan trying to escape the DP/spiral upwards toward ascension. Again, there's a 'you' in this song that could be interpreted as Alice who is a light inside Alan's darkness.

7. Brother by Lord Huron

How long have I known you, brother? Hundreds of lives, thousands of years How many miles have we wandered Under the sky, chasing our fear? Considering the spiral and the historical background of the Koskelas and their (indirect) ties to the Huotaris, they might as well known each other/been brothers for longer than what we see in-game. Some kind of trouble is coming Don't know when, don't know what I will stand by you, brother 'Til the daylight comes or I'm dead and gone

(...)

I know we can't stop what's coming But I will try, oh how I'll try Will you fight with me, brother One last time, one last fight

We know Ilmo got visited by the Dark Presence and has had nightmares about killing Jaakko. Luckily, he rose above that (as far as we know) but I think the dread and fear of losing Jaakko keeps lingering just underneath the surface. Personally, I enjoy the thought of people sometimes remembering the previous loop/spiral and that those affected/remembering would try anything to keep the loop from repeating.

8. You Belong To Me by Cat Pierce

If you're a fan of Alan/Scratch, this song has that obsessive/possessive vibe to it that seems to be a dialogue/mix between them.

I've heard allegations 'bout your reputation I'll show you my shadows if you show yours Let's get it right dear, give a good fight dear We'll keep it all up behind closed doors

(...)

I must confess to you, I want to possess you Feels like we're dreaming, we're tripping and reeling Just say that you belong to me I could get lost in the feelings we're feeling Just say that you belong to me

#anon ask #alan wake 2 spoilers #alan wake 2 #alan wake #alice wake #TLDR: Lord Huron Strange Trails/Vide Noire albums and PoTF's Ghostlight album <333 #koskela brothers #ilmo koskela #jaakko koskela #my posts #my ramblings #songs I listen to for years now and always like to reassign to the fandom at hand

[seidenbros]

Hey :) OMG I LOVED YOUR GERALT IMAGINE YOU POSTED YESTERDAY ❤️❤️ Therefore I also wanted to ask for a Geralt imagine where the reader is maybe his true love (and also a Witcher) but they separated ways long time ago. Then he comes back to Kaer Morhen only to see her being carried in by Eskel, terribly hurt and barely alive. Geralt then cares for her and waits till she wakes up to tell her he still loves her and wants a second chance. It's all cute then and he insist on taking care of her the whole time. Maybe something like that and I hope this is fine for you ❤️

Hey there!

Thank you so, so much for these kind words, they already made me amile when I read them for the first time, and they did so as well right now. 💚

This was MORE than fine for me, because I loved writing this. (I'm a sucker for soft and worried Geralt tbh). So I hope you'll enjoy what came out in the end 💚

(I’m always happy to receive requests, so if you want to, send some in. If you need inspiration, here are some prompt lists )

Pairing: Geralt x (Witcher)Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft Geralt

Word count: 2648

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I Will Love You Until My Dying Day

With high hopes, Geralt retired to Kaer Morhen for the winter. He'd talked to Jaskier for a long time, after he'd managed to make the Witcher open up. Jaskier knew how he was, that he didn't talk much, that he looked grumpy most of the time, but the last couple of months – ever since Geralt had met up with him again after the winter – he'd been worse. Even less words, always on edge, so that he'd even lashed out at Jaskier again. That had happened before, but an apology had quickly followed, since Geralt's anger hadn't really been directed at him, but Jaskier had just been there in that moment. This time, Jaskier had demanded an apology for his stupid behaviour. He'd gotten that, but Jaskier had also wanted more: An explanation for his behaviour, what had happened over the winter, that he'd returned with an even worse attitude than before.

With a sigh Geralt had told him that you hadn't returned home for the winter. He'd been so worried about you, but had quickly found out from the other Witchers that you were fine, that you were just spending the winter with a friend instead of coming home – because you didn't want to see Geralt. He'd brought that upon himself, he knew that, because he'd been the one to break you heart.

For some time, you'd been happy together, been travelling together even with Jaskier. So Jaskier knew what had been going on between you and why Geralt had broken up with you, why he'd thrown all these years of happiness together over board: Because he thought that you deserved better.

Ridiculous! Jaskier had told him how stupid that was, because Geralt clearly still loved you, and he did, but that was why he had to let you go. So that you could really be happy with someone else, and not worry about him all the time, because he was more reckless than you were when it came to fighting monsters. You'd always been a great team, but he'd seen your worried face too many times over his wounded body, when he'd finally woken up again. He never wanted to see that look on your face again, so breaking your heart and pushing you away from him was the logical thing for him to do. To save you. To Jaskier, that was just ridiculous, because you two clearly still loved each other, kept each other in check, and Geralt thought that leaving you would be the best thing for you. What a giant idiot.

The first year after your separation, it had been strange between you at Kaer Morhen. Geralt had tried his best to get out of your way, but every time you were alone, there had been awkward silence. You hadn't wanted to talk to him most of the time, because you'd still been in too much pain, while Geralt hadn't known what to say to you, wishing everything could have gone back to normal. You were one of them, part of there family, so it had been logical for you to return home, but it had been... painful.

The second year, you'd stayed away from the keep, had written Vesemir a letter to let him know, and though he'd missed you terribly, he'd completely understood. Ever since you'd left Kaer Morhen the spring before, you'd only seen Geralt once, when you'd stayed in the same town, but you'd done your best to get away as quickly as possible. So by now, it was well over a year that you hadn't seen him, but whenever you'd met one of your brothers, you'd asked them about him.

The last winter, you hadn't been able to return, had needed to stay away, instead of being up there in close proximity to Geralt. You'd needed more time to heal your aching heart, get to the point where you could stand in front of Geralt and treat him as a friend again and not have flashbacks of the love you'd shared before. It had been good to spend the winter with a friend, even though you'd missed your family. But that was why you were coming back this winter – at least that had been the plan...

When Geralt arrived at the keep – he'd taken Jaskier with him this time, not wanting to leave him on his own after what happened the previous winter where he'd nearly gotten himself killed – there were only two people missing. Everyone had already arrived except for Eskel and you. Geralt didn't want to get his hopes up about you, but he couldn't deny that he wanted you to walk through that door so that he could wrap his arms around you, tell you how sorry he was. Jaskier had made him realise how stupid he'd been, how much happier he'd been with you by his side. Now, he was just miserable and put himself in even more danger than before, because he didn't have anything to lose, did he?

Wrong!

Jaskier had made it clear, that there was so much he had to lose, that he was miserable without you, and that he was jealous of the person you'd spent the last winter with. That much had been obvious to all his brothers as well, because they'd teased him about it. None of them had understood why Geralt hat broken things off with you in the first place. All his reasoning for this kind of behaviour had slowly vanished over time, and he'd admitted to Jaskier that he missed you, that he still loved you and never wanted to hurt you, but pushing you away had seemed the best idea to him, instead of someday making you suffer even more when he got himself killed one day.

“It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all!”

Jaskier words were still ringing in his ears while he was waiting for you to walk through that door, day after day. Nobody had heard anything from you, which he took as a good sign. After all, the year before you'd let Vesemir know that you wouldn't come here. This year, he didn't know anything.

When the door finally opened, Geralt detected your smell, even before he turned around. Eskel's smell as well, but something else. The scent of blood. He whipped his head around and was on his feet even before Eskel's lips opened.

“I need help!” he yelled, carrying you in his arms, your heart barely beating, breathing coming shallow, unconscious.

“Let me!” Geralt said before carefully taking you from Eskel's arms, giving you a once over. “Fuck...” It didn't look good. You'd lost a lot of blood, and the cold had affected you as well in your weakened state. Right now, he couldn't see all of your injuries, but he'd make sure to tend to them.

Eskel hadn't protested when Geralt had taken you from him, knowing that it wouldn't end well if he did. He knew what Geralt felt for you, how worried he was, so he let him take charge. Eskel was worried as well, yes, but getting in Geralt's way right now, would be lethal for him. So he stood by and watched Geralt take you away, Vesemir and Jaskier following him.

“You have to do something,” Geralt said to Vesemir putting you down, beginning to strip you of the clothes that were in the way of your injuries, to see what exactly had happened. He didn't need to hear it from Eskel, it was more than enough to see the damage you'd taken.

“You need to breathe, Geralt.” Vesemir's words were calm as he started to tend to your wounds, but Geralt was still scanning you to figure out just what he could do to help you. Seeing you like this... it tore his heart apart.

“I can't lose her, Vesemir.”

“I know.” He'd always known and though Geralt more than stupid for his behaviour, but he'd never said a word.

Feeling Jaskier's hand on his shoulder, the presence of his friend by his side, Geralt relaxed a tiny little bit, but was more than happy to help, when Vesemir told him what he needed. Geralt could probably have taken care of some of your injuries himself, maybe even all of them, but right now, he wasn't able to think straight. So he let Vesemir do the work, gave him everything he needed, let him stitch you up, while Jaskier was taking care of your clothes, bringing some new ones into the room as well as blankets and furs to keep you warm.

“She needs a lot of rest now,” Vesemir said, putting another fur over you, the last one Jaskier had brought in here.

“I'll stay here,” Geralt said immediately. He wouldn't find peace anyway, so he'd watch over you.

“Just... let me know when you need some rest and I'll come and swap places with you.” Jaskier meant well, he always did, but Geralt wasn't having it.

“No need. I won't leave her side.”

Vesemir and Jaskier exchanged glances, but said nothing more. They knew better than that, and so they left the two of you alone.

For two days, Geralt only left your side for a couple of minutes, because he didn't want to be absent once you woke up. He had a couple of things to say to you and didn't want to waste any more time than necessary. He slept next to you on a chair, ignoring the pain in his back and his butt. Most of the time he was covering your hand with his, but now and then he got up to walk a few steps, always keeping his eyes on you. If the others hadn't brought him something to eat, he would have completely forgotten about that as well. His focus was on you, on your well-being, nothing else mattered to him.

It was the evening of the third day, when you finally opened your eyes. Everything still hurt, so the first sound you made, was a groan, blinking several times to focus on what was in front of you, or rather who was there.

“Geralt?” you managed quietly, voice croaky because your throat was dry. Geralt acted immediately, helping you sit up slightly, so that you could down some water.

“Y/N... Just take it slow. You've been injured and unconscious for three days, so please don't strain yourself.” Geralt's voice was unusually gently as well as his touch when he pushed a couple of loose strands from your face.

“I'm sorry I worried you.” A sigh left your lips. Yes, your injuries were bad, you knew that, felt it as well, but you were here and they'd taken great care of you. They always did. But still, you were more concerned about what your family had gone through, specifically Geralt. You'd tried your best to put distance between him and you, to tell your heart that you weren't allowed to love him anymore, because that would only end in more pain. But your heart hadn't listened, had never thrown Geralt out, and instead, it was still beating for him. You knew that he'd pick up on that, but hopefully, he'd just attribute that to what was going on.

“I'm the one who needs to apologize,” Geralt said quietly, clearing his throat, before he took your hand in his again. “I never should have said all these things to you.”

“What do you mean?” You were confused, because you hadn't talked in a very long time, so you weren't sure what he was talking about.

“When I said that I didn't love you anymore and you should go and be happy with someone else.” There, these words were out at least. He could see the surprise in your eyes, but you didn't know what to say to that, because you didn't know what exactly he meant with his words. You didn't want to interpret too much into his words.

“I never stopped loving you, Y/N.”

That made your heart beat even faster, and now you were sure that he knew that it was due to his words. Tears were pricking at the backs of your eyes, but you tried to hold them at bay. Needless to say: you failed big time. All these years with a broken heart, and now he was telling you that he'd loved you all along?

“Why did you...” you tried to say, but couldn't get more words out.

Geralt let go of your hand to carefully wipe away your tears, letting his fingers linger on your cheeks a little longer than necessary.

“Because I was an idiot. I thought you were better off without me. Every time I got hurt, I saw that worried look on your face, and I didn't want to be the reason for that any longer. I wanted you to find someone that loves you just the way you deserve and that you don't need to stitch up and fear that you'll lose him any time there is a monster to fight.” Geralt heaved a sigh, brushing his thumb over your cheek. He was calm, calmer than he'd been in a very long time, all because of you. “I wanted what was best for you, and so I thought that leaving you was the best way to achieve that.”

“You were the best thing for me, Geralt. I was happiest when I was with you.” The hint of a smile grazed you lips.

“I still love you... Last winter when you weren't here I was going crazy, because I thought of that friend you were staying with.” Geralt shook his head.

“Say that again!” Your smile widened a little at his words.

“What?”

“That first part... Everything else doesn't matter anymore.”

Geralt's lips twitched up in a smile, when he leaned down. “I still love you, Y/N. Always have, always will,” he whispered against your lips before he kissed you. A soft, lingering kiss that made you feel more alive the longer your lips touched.

“I love you, too,” you whispered against Geralt's lips, raising your hand to let your fingertips graze the stubble on his cheek and chin.

“Do you feel well enough to move? I'll carry you!”

“Move where?”

“To my room. We'll have some privacy to talk, because SOMEONE is eavesdropping.” You heard shuffling at the door, knowing that Jaskier had been listening to the two of you the whole time, which only made you chuckle. “I'll get us some food and we'll take the blankets, and just-”

“Yes!” You pulled him down to kiss him again, before you slowly sat up.

“I need you for myself for some time. I think we have a lot to catch up on.”

“Oh yes, we do!”

Geralt got everything set up in his room, which gave you a little time to talk to the rest of your family, before he pretty much whisked you away again, only to bed you in even more furs than before, so that it was comfortable for you. You only talked for a little bit, before Geralt fell asleep. His head bedded on your stomach, your hand in his hair, and he'd closed his yes. The last days had held very little sleep for him, and now that he knew that you'd be alright, now that he'd told you what he'd needed you to hear, he could finally sleep peacefully in your presence. There were many more days when you could talk, but for now, you were more than happy to stroke his hair and watch the man you loved sleep for some time.

#Asks #staffi writes #geralt of rivia #the witcher #the witcher imagine #the witcher fanfic #geralt imagine #geralt fanfic #geralt x reader #geralt x female reader #requests #geralt x fem!reader #geralt x witcher!reader #imagine-all-the-fandoms

[mielkexnn-miraculous]

F. Fathom (aka Argos) Headcanons :)

Haha he’s so stupid (affectionate). I honestly think of him as a pathetic little kitten sitting his butt out on the sidewalk in the middle of the pouring rain that is actively being picked up by Adrien and wrung in a towel and tossed a saucer of boiling hot milk when it comes to his social skills. Ok, dumbass speedrun 3, 2, 1, go!!

He likes oranges but not really the color orange.

Also, not a fanatic but he thinks sports cars look cool.

A naturally good swimmer. When around other people, he’ll often dive under the surface and swim around to where he wants to go that way to avoid disturbing anyone.

His kind of humor is watching Jaws for a night time pool party and diving under the water to pinch people’s ankles.

Honestly a big softie for his mother and the sweet blonde women in his life generally. Yes, this includes Rose.

He bites the middle of his lip and scowls when thinking.

He has drawn blood previously; now has a small linear scar.

Looking for it is one of the only ways to tell him and Adrien apart appearance-wise.

He has severe rbf that Adrien somehow avoided.

Really good at drifting. No one has yet unlocked his Backstory on this topic.

Talks rlly formally w/ his hands behind his back; will cuss you out tho.

Too Tired For This.

He gifts people w/ books/coffee when they meet up sometimes.

Rlly likes greco-roman mythology and astronomy.

“an orange warms the stomach.”

Likes classic/heavy rock + hyperpop. He gets his like for Jagged Stone from his mother.

He’s English, Italian, and American.

A committed polyglot by hobby.

English, French, Italian, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Greek, Latin, and German. Don’t ask how.

He watches k-dramas on the living room tv whilst eating chips and calling the characters cusses and cliche/cringy in Korean like that one meme of Leonardo DiCaprio pointing from his seat with a glass in his hand though, so there’s that.

No Shame.

Nearly aroace but not quite. He made an exception for Kagami :).

Also retconning the way they got together in canon bc that was fast and kinda weird idk. Let’s just say they take a lot more time than that talking at Rich Events ok.

He straightens/styles his hair every morning.

He likes ferrets.

He wakes up at nearly 5a every morning/early bird.

Theater kid trash.

Knows how to play basic guitar.

He takes like 1 college class every six months.

Still graduating in 4 years somehow.

Burnout hit him hard though. Now, he can only rlly ever focus on things if they genuinely interest him.

Unhinged. But, like, slightly (12%).

He likes crosswords and word games and stuff.

He’s got a Vibe Check system for talking to people. Don’t pass the Vibe Check? Bye.

So far, only a good nine people have ever really passed the Vibe Check—Adrien, Kagami, Marinette, Luka, Juleka, Rose, Alix, Nathanaël, and (strangely enough) Chloé.

(I guess she’s just persistent like that, idk, but he lets her hang around.)(She’s still an annoying lil whiny brat though.)

Auto Lila DNI. He can’t stand her tbh.

Don’t try to say they’re anything alike. At least he thinks of someone other than himself from time to time. Or has a personality other than being a nasty snake.

Expert gambler.

Firm believer that cream soda is to die for and has a designated spot in the fridge. Nerd.

He started eating a scoop of orange icecream covered in three scoops of mint to keep people *coughcoughchloécoughcough* from stealing it. He now eats it and enjoys it unironically.

He has tyramine sensitivity :(

He has outbursts similar to Adrien. Like Adrien, he too learned it from his father.

This guy is literally the best wingman.

(When he wants to be, that is.)

He does everything with such sleight of hand to make sure his ships sail.

Felix is the resident babygirl. Everyone calls him that, but if anyone new tries to he’ll slit their throat ok.

He’s incredibly good with young children; no one knows how or why he attained the knowledge he has.

Then they hit the age of three and he’s trying to teach them tax evasion. No.

Zero genuine social skills. He has them when he’s being fake and then he tries to do it for real and they go poof.

He’s just that good at magic huh.

Also has a deeply engrained fear of trusting people with knowledge of his interests thanks to trauma from his broken relationship with his father :)

You just have to understand that this man is a pathetic, sopping-wet-cat of a man. That’s, like, the message here.

Ok bye.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #mlb #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #headcanons #felix fathom headcanons #felix graham de vanily headcanons #dumb little corgi boy #probably threw up a lot as a kid too #drinks tea like a true brit #seriously though who’s your dentist i need him #zero social skills dumbahh

[magmacannon]

9, 13, 28-34 for romanman!

hell... YES more of this guy

9. Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Roman 95% of the time uses gentle love and prefers to have it about 90% of the time! It may not get meaningful results as quickly sometimes but he tries to lead with compliments and add suggestions until it's necessary to have a slightly firmer hand (and even then he's as kind and compromising as he can manage to be). He's only really prone to put his foot down sharply in highly stressful situations that he really feels he has THE answer to.

13. When do they fake a smile? How often?

I don't think I'd count it as faking a smile when he greets people he's nervous to meet so much as just putting one on (which he does almost every time he meets new people.) He fakes a smile in response to Vulture bringing in strange spiders from the woods and when he's trying to be polite about topics he's not interested in but that others obviously are - it's not nearly as often as he genuinely smiles, at least.

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

He wants the thrill of adventure and to explore the world! (And Friends)

And he really wants friends who share his interests in magic more than anything, and is a little worried at the fact that he wants to Do Heroics while also really really wanting to wake up next to Vince in his tower in Roanroot every day and just have a chill one more often than not.

29. How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

Stubbornly... Roman will argue until he visibly annoys someone it he's really bend on getting someone to believe him. If it's lower stakes he'll shrug and tell them to suit themselves (and still argue it to himself for a good bit internally pff)

30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

hhoo there's not much difference at this exact moment because he has not that much experience with professional teamwork. If he makes a mistake with a potion in Roanroot he'll feel bad about it internally much more than externally, and will just seek to right that wrong to whoever bought the potion immediately (and free of cost). As far as the adventuring party does, he's treating mistakes/conflict as something he's done wrong Personally 90% of the time and it much more visibly upset about it, though he still tries to fix it (or is stubborn about trying to get someone to see something from his perspective).

31. When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

The most guilt he feels is when he makes Vince sad/mad/disappointed or worried about him/what he's doing. Historically he's gone from immediately folding and moving as far from the guilt-causing thing as he could to still feeling bad but trying to talk about/through it to having usually very productive conversations after a period of figuring out how to best communicate (and giving space if needed).

Second to that is disappointing/truly upsetting literally anyone else - he's likely to react emotionally and cow to appease a little in the moment, though he IS still pretty decent at trying to communicate and compromise when given a bit to cool off.

32. If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

This is difficult because he generally follows laws pretty decently and the laws he'd break are.... generally very large and in self-defense (murder, arson - evocation wizard). Uhhh he'd park illegally??? But I don't think that's a problem in Dorna. Uhhh he could be convinced into petty theft for what could be argued to be a good cause.

33. How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

If he had to keep up appearances it's a nod (no smile) and a steady gaze/firm handshake if expected. If he doesn't have to maintain some decency and he actually hates someone then he'd probably sneer a bit (tbh Roman sneering is probably just a frown most of the time) and try to leave the area rather than acknowledge them.

34. How do they greet someone they like / love?

Incredible enthusiasm... a lot of excited waving and big smiles and depending on the person a hug (or a leap into a hug/kiss for Vince). Roman has a very visible sliding scale of excitement in greetings pff

#anotha one... hehe #thanks for the ask!! #c: Roman