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skulls-soul · 1 year

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I love the idea of Bowser always being in love with Luigi another princess peach

Like hear me out and imagine with me the first time Bowser kidnaps the princess he was like oh she’ll be a perfect mom for junior and queen for my kingdom and although technically he’s not wrong the feelings just don’t spark and I also like to imagine that peach doesn’t really want kids currently so she’s just like “no no kids for me not until way down the line I am not ready to be a mom ”

Bowsers people love and respect the king and don’t really care who he picks to be his partner as long as they love the king back and would treat his kingdom with respect , you know? So they’re kind of on the fence with peach since it seems to be a one-sided relationship (not knowing that Bowser doesn’t actually love peach)

Bowser would try thinking about who else he can have as his spouse and then remembers the green guy and how even though he looked like he was about to pass out still tried his best to protect the princess and Mario

by the third kidnapping or fifth peach no longer sees Bowser as a threat and more of a nuisance since he’s never actually threatened to hurt her and only asked her to marry him twice The rest of the time he seems to be asking relationship advice and whether or not The human with the big blue eyes and fluffy/curly brown hair is single

Peach automatically assume that Bowser is talking about Daisy and peach would say something along the Lines of “all depends are you planning on kidnapping them like some sort of lunatic” And Bowser responds with a scoff saying “maybe I don’t know how else will get to know them”

before the conversation could continue however Bowser ends up getting beat up by Mario and Luigi (well mostly Mario) because of this peach ends up asking Mario if around the time when Bowser would usually come and kidnap her if instead of staying in mushroom kingdom to protect her he’d go to the other Kingdom where princess Daisy resides to stay with her Mario’s like “but what if Bowser comes to get you” and peaches like “if that happens I have Luigi to help protect me plus you’ll come to my rescue if I get kidnapped again“

Of course Daisy doesn’t get kidnap but peach doesn’t get kidnapped either instead peach ends up seeing Bowser taking Luigi instead and I can imagine that peach just thinking about all the relationship advice that she gave Bowser and how he talked about there was this human that he was interested (that was before he gave a clue of the blue eyes and brown hair Bowser thought that this would be a good enough clue because he low-key forgot what Daisy looked like since the three humans that he sees the most is Mario peach and the green one who he embarrassingly still doesn’t know the name of)

Peach would definitely feel horrible about not realizing who Bowser was talking about especially since Luigi looked so shocked and scared when Bowser grabbed him looking at peach like if she had the answers which technically she did

And you know the rest is literally just bowser’s crush becomes him lovesick and Luigi a gay mess I Think bowser probably wouldn’t tell Luigi why he kidnapped him since unlike peach he actually has feelings for Luigi, also poor Luigi would be completely oblivious and will take all of Bowser‘s excuses as the truth. so for the longest time Luigi would think his feelings was one-sided since how could Bowser his brother‘s nemesis ever fall for Luigi the awkward shy scaredy-cat of a human and also he was in love with peach in which the only thing he has in common with her is the fact that they both have blue eyes it just wouldn’t make sense there’s no way!!

And you know something that I don’t see that I wish I saw more of. Mario finding out before Luigi with this story/idea I think peach would help him find out because on their way to save Luigi (peach of course would join ) peach would probably blatantly say “I can’t believe the person Bowser‘s been crushing on this entire time was Luigi” and Mario would probably get whiplash just by the speed of him turning to look at princess peach his eyes slightly twitching as he asks “what did you say?”

I could add more to this concept but I have to get ready for work also to anyone and everyone who has their own ideas to add to this by all means please do and if you want to write a story with this concept 👀 you better @ me :)

#bowser #bowsers a simp #bowser x luigi #bowser and luigi #bowuigi #luigi nintendo #luigi #my brain is filled with nothing but these idiots

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merakiui · 1 year

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SINCE WE GOT ALPHA STALKER JADE CAN WE PLSSSS GET AN ALPHA STALKER FLOYD

(cw: yandere, nsfw, abo/omegaverse, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession)

Consider alpha Floyd who has felt particularly empty as of late. He's been in these slumps before, and it's usually easy for those around him to tell because his work is impacted and his grades plummet significantly. On top of that, he doesn't feel motivated to do any of the things Azul tasks him with and he skips his shifts, which leads to admonishments from Azul and concern from Jade. Floyd's usually able to pull himself out of these slumps after a day or so and when he's out of them it's back to bubbly, upbeat Floyd. Though this particular slump has hit hard. Maybe it's because the seasons are changing and it's getting colder and darker on land. Even Jade’s spirit seems somewhat dampened, though it could just be because the snow will soon cover the mountains and make it impossible to safely hike.

The mundanity of daily life wears on poor Floyd. It doesn’t help that his rut is scheduled for the next month and he’s not looking forward to a week of discomfort, among other things. But then he meets you and suddenly he’s filled with curiosity. Suddenly there’s something new that disturbs tedious schedules and boring school days (thankfully; it was beginning to annoy Floyd). He’s freed from his slump and now winter doesn’t seem so gloomy anymore. Now it’s manageable.

You’ll know Floyd’s interested in you right away when he pops in at random moments to say hi or to show you a new pair of shoes he got or to share some sweets with you. All of this behavior is very Floyd, so you’re never worried when he appears and interrupts your conversations with friends and other students. You’ll miss the threatening glint in his eye when he towers over you, casually draping an arm over your shoulder, to stare down at the students who were talking to you. It’s silent intimidation: back off or else. And when you glance up at him, he smiles brightly and acts as he usually does when he knows your eyes are on him. You’ll smell like him for the rest of the day, but you never dwell on it much. Floyd’s scent is much stronger because he’s an alpha, but it’s comforting and you don’t mind it. You’ll always know he’s nearby when you catch pleasant smells of rain.

Floyd doesn’t stalk like Jade. He’s not into all of that sly and secret observation stuff. He prefers to be close and personal with you. What seems like normal friendship to you is Floyd’s attempt at forcing his way into your life, slowly but surely. He’ll scare off anyone he thinks is a threat to his shrimpy, especially other alphas, and he’s always scenting you so that everyone will know you’re Floyd’s omega. He likes to be near you because you’re always able to pull him out of his slumps with how interesting you are. He’s ten times happier when he’s with you, so much that he’s begun to insist on spending nights at your place. He’ll use various excuses and complaints: Jade’s brought mushrooms back again and he hates that. Jade’s nagging him again. Azul put him in a foul mood. Some alphas didn’t know their place and he bloodied his knuckles again and needs you to bandage his hands. And every time you always let him in.

So when Jade comes to you a month later and informs you that Floyd’s currently unwell, you assume he’s in another slump. You feel bad for him, as you always do. You’ve gathered his favorite snacks and sweets and try to give them to Jade to bring back to Floyd, but Jade tells you that it must be you who delivers them. He fears his brother won’t feel very happy to see anyone else. It wouldn’t hurt to pay him a visit. Your heat isn’t meant to arrive for another day, so you suppose this can be a last visit before you’re holed up in your room for the rest of the week.

But when Jade leads you back to his and Floyd’s room and you’re immediately hit with the scent of Floyd’s pheromones, so strong and sharp that it has your knees buckling and breath hitching, you realize the “unwell” Jade meant was vastly different from the one you had in mind. You’ve never been near an alpha when they’re in rut, so all of these overwhelming sensations and smells are enough to throw you into your heat. It’s troublesome when you begin to feel restless, and you try to excuse yourself. It’s not smart to be near two alphas when you’re in heat. Jade smiles at you and, with one hand at your lower back, guides you into the now open door. It shuts behind you, locking you in with Floyd, who’s currently tangled in his bedsheets, his hips rutting uselessly against the pillows.

He seems to recognize your scent—or more specifically the scent of an omega in heat—because his head snaps up to look at you. The both of you stare at one another for a tense moment, and you don’t dare to make any movements. Your hand is on the door knob, though, and you’re wondering how quick you’ll have to be if you want to leave this room before your heat can really turn you omega-brained. Floyd’s eyes are all pupil and he’s inhaling deeply, as if he needs to smell all of you, and then he’s crossing the distance to get to you. You hardly have any strength to fight him—not that you truly want to. When he picks you up and tosses you onto his bed, you’re already succumbing to instinct.

It’s going to be a long day helping Floyd out of this particular slump.

#twisted chit chat #tw: abo #tw: omegaverse #yandere twst #n/sfw #helping both jade and floyd when they're in rut... omg rip darling you will be so sore orz #the twins 100% brawl over who gets you first when they're in rut #they're throwing punches and biting and are just so vicious #desperate eels <3

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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Hihi, Hazel!! Could I please get a divine reading with Childe: tea aroma with signs of fox, mushroom, ax, and star?

aroma: tea (wholistic) | symbols: square (comfort), fox (betrayal), mushroom (separation), star (protection), ax (problems overcome)

:: childe x gn reader | angst (reader injury (severe injury across chest (minor graphic details), near death experience, mentions of blood, removal of clothes for medical purposes, tears, childe threatens someone, desires of harm toward others, intense emotional energy)(hazel cried) / comfort (reader lives!) -- Childe’s perspective | tasseography event | combined request

Childe couldn’t breathe. The gasps for air he tried to catch wouldn’t come no matter how deeply he inhaled, no matter how much he tried to breathe through his nose or mouth, nothing worked. Training flew out the window, preparedness slipped from his fingers, impatience flooded him like rising waters. He was slipping further and further away and nothing could bring him back.

“S-Sir, please try to stay calm.” A frightened healer stuttered as they followed after him, doing their best - and failing - at keeping him from rushing into the recovery wards. “You can’t go back there!” They shouted but couldn’t stop him from bursting through the doors. It was only when he saw you that he finally stoped.

It was a nightmare, a pure and utter nightmare to take in the sight of you.. Your clothes were torn, dirty, ragged. Busy hands worked to cut you free from the shirt he remembered buying for you only a few days before. When it was gone, it revealed the deep gashes across your stomach, his frightened eyes soon realized the wound went all the way up your arms. Your face was covered in bruises. A cut against your lip, blood caked in your hair, earlobe slashed - he hardly recognized you but the promise ring around your finger told him everything.

“What happened?” Childe sputtered through his tight chest. He took a step closer but the healer pushed him back.

“You have to go back -”

“WHAT HAPPENED!?” He shouted making everyone in the room stall their actions. In that quiet moment he heard you whimper and his entire world came crashing down around him.

“... I can explain,” someone chimed in, their voice timid, worried about what the Harbinger would do. Whatever color they had in their face had drained by the time he turned to face them but before Childe could even get an answer the poor sap blubbered out an excuse. “I-It was an accident-”

Childe’s hands were clenched like a vice grip around their clothes. He shoved them into the wall so hard it knocked several items off the shelves next to him, “Talk. Now.” The whole room went cold at his words, the electricity from his delusion sparked, making the atmosphere crackle.

“I couldn’t get them to stop. I tried, I tried!” They shouted as Childe lifted them up the wall in his furry. “You told me to watch them bu-but I looked away for just a second and they ran - they ran off.”

“I gave you one order. One.”

“I’m so sorry, please!” They covered their face at the threat of Childe’s brandished blade. It licked out toward their throat as if the water had a mind of it’s own, that it too was as furious as the heart that controlled it.

Suddenly, the healers at Childe’s back began to shout but before he could understand what had happened, before he could rush to your side to get you somewhere safe, to protect you, the terrified operative and the devastated harbinger were forced out of the room and left to wait.

Childe couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t possible - this was all just a bad dream. A hallucination from the Abyss. It had to be. There was no way he was about to ... that you were going to ...

“Tartaglia, sir, I’m -”

“Leave.”

“Wh-”

They were cut off by a dazzling blade of rippling water. Their eyes going wide at the expression holding the harbinger captive. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t scream or yell like they expected. Instead, they watched in horror as tears fell from Childe’s vacant eyes.

“Leave,” and the operative did.

It was only a few hours but it felt like an eternity to Childe. An eternity to implode in on himself. He was a shell; empty, warn, destroyed. Until finally they came to take him back to your room where he found himself shattering all over again.

“It was touch and go-”

“But,” he cut them off, unable to hold himself together.

“They have made it through the worst of it. Our best healers are tending to them but it may be days before they wake up.” Hearing the doctors words made his heart ache.

He wanted to scream, wanted to find the biggest monster he could and bash it’s face in. He wanted to find whatever did this to you and watch the life leave it’s eyes over and over again.

He wanted to collapse on the ground. He wanted to hear your voice shout his name. He wanted to capture your smile in between the palms of his hands. He wanted you back.

He wanted ...

“If you need anything,” they said before bowing and leaving the room. He was envious they could do that, that they had the ability to step outside and move on with their day while his stood still at the sight of you bandaged, wrapped, covered in colors that didn’t belong on you.

Childe took a step closer and flashes of your torn, injured body flooded his mind. He knew what it was like to suffer injuries like that so to imagine the pain you must have felt, to consider the suffering you went through.

“What did you do?” he asked knowing full well you couldn’t answer him. “I told you to stay put ...” he trembled as his fingers moved to your cheek, “How am I supposed to protect you like this?” Childe broke as he crumbled onto the bed and wept.

Days went by and he barely left your room. Any sign of improvement kept him going. Soon he was strong enough to gather information about what happened.

You had disobeyed his orders to stay hidden. He learned how you swore you could be of help to him when you barely knew what the Fatui was up against. Learned how you escaped your shadow only to put yourself at risk to save some villager. Childe was furious at you. Beside himself that you would do something so risky, so stupid.

It was only until you started to show signs of waking up that he left your side to destroy the thing that nearly destroyed you and, when he returned successful, you had finally opened your eyes.

He entered the room with a fresh bouquet. They were all your favorite colors, in the middle was a set of orange and white flowers, ones he knew would make you laugh. A memory of you comparing the petals to his disheveled hair washed over him.

Childe expected to see you, but he didn’t expect you to be sitting up, nor did he expect to hear you say his name.

“Childe --” he thought it was an illusion but the trembling hand that reached out to him, the tearful cheeks that glistened with quivering lips told him otherwise. His hope and imaginations were powerful, but they weren’t strong enough to bring you back from the dead.

In an instant, he ran toward you, bouquet falling to the end of the bed so he could wrap his arms around your body. You gasped and he willed himself to not hold you as tightly as his entire being wanted too. From that moment on he swore he’d never let you get hurt. For the first time since joining the Fatui, he understood what the Tsaritsa meant. A world of peace was the only thing that would keep you safe, a world with him at your side was the only thing that would ensure you woke up each day, a world where he was yours and you were his was the only world he knew how to exist in anymore.

“You’re back,” he exhaled, hands sliding against your back and feeling your warmth.

“I’m back.” You whispered near his ear and for the first time in weeks, Childe could breathe again.

all works & ideas created by Hazel, recreations, reposts not allowed even with credit provided | @goreist

#witch hazels event #hazels event - tasseography #tasseography event #genshin impact #genshin impact X reader #genshin impact musings #genshin impact fiction #genshin angst #childe X reader #childe #genshin childe

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smolghostbot · 10 months

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GT July: AU / Thief

Fun fact, when Melody was first imagined, they were a somewhat threatening nature spirit before turning into the awkward AuDHD human dork they are nowadays. I thought it would be fun to remix that version, and that makes this… almost an AU, right? An alternate timeline kinda?

Today's Writing Challenge™️ was to do the entire piece without any proper nouns, but still try to make it clear what was happening... complicated as Patch uses they/them here and Spirit!Melody uses they/it.

Word Count: 1k (Had some fun with this one) Non-AU Character bios in my pinned post ⚠️CWs⚠️: Vague mention of ableism, typical "first meeting" Borrower fear, as well as proper fearplay with a vore-adjacent threat. The vibes are definitely whumpy, and it has a purposely ambiguous ending that is adjacent to kidnapping.

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Finally, the sprite had arrived at the grove. They had only heard rumors of it, but here it was! The mushrooms in this grove, when soaked in the nearby mineral springs, were said to be able to cure any illness. Though they didn't know for sure if the magic would count their disability as an illness, they had to try, even if they had to venture to a forbidden part of the forest to do it. They couldn't stand the judgment, the whispers about their silence behind their back. Rumors abound of a ferocious guardian spirit who lived nearby, but the grove seemed clear, if a bit quiet.

As the sprite made their way to one of the smaller mushrooms, only a few inches taller than their two-inch frame, they removed their trusty mushroom-cutting ax from their bag and began to chop it at the base. It was after only a single swing that they felt something was very, very wrong.

In an instant, they felt something wrap around them, as if it rose from the ground itself, the texture of skin but the neutral coldness of wood. They didn't even get a chance to struggle before being yanked up into the air. As soon as it registered in their brain, they desperately struggled to free themself, to get to their backpack and get away. But they were already staring down a creature that could only be the guardian spirit the legends had spoken of. Its pale skin the color of a light wood, complete with soft darker ring lines going horizontally across the center of its face. The wood lacked the subtle reds of human skin, and it seemed that all of the extra red was stored in their eyes, the color of a dark red amber, with lighter orange sclera. Their hair seemed to be a radiant blueish green, the color seeming to shift as the sprite looked at it, as if an energy flowed through it. On the creature's forehead was a pair of horns, or antlers perhaps based on their shape, which looked as if they were also made of wood in a browner shade.

After they stared at the giant, taking in the details and realizing it had been doing the same to them, it spoke, in a deep, but distinctly feminine voice, as it stared at the little sprite with clear disdain. "A child of the Light Forest, I see. It's rare that we see your kind this far into my territory… You're quite small."

The sprite was terrified, but couldn't escape from the giant hand grabbing them if they wanted to as the giant being continued to speak. "Tell me, little creature, do you know what happens to those who harm the residents of this grove?"

The little captive's eyes begin to widen, their pointed ears involuntarily pulling back against their head in fear.

"Well, no answer? I'll assume you didn't know then…"

As the giant creature spoke, their hand lowered down a bit, such that the sprite was looking directly at the giant's mouth. "Anybody who steals from this grove… ends up a part of it. And not in a way that most wish."

As the gigantic lips moved, showing off the sharp teeth within, the captured sprite became terrified, understanding the threat well. The hand holding the terrified sprite was moved back up to eye level. There was a moment of silence, them both staring at each other, before the guardian spoke again, seeming confused. "... Are you not afraid?"

The sprite shook their head no, before thinking, then nodding yes, before finally resorting to just doing an exaggerated wince. Stupid negatives in questions, they make it so hard to respond correctly.

"You're not one for words, are you? Just like the plants… You've captured my interest, an uncommon feat. Why are you here?"

The sprite was gently placed on the ground, staring up at the massive creature that had grabbed them, looking somewhere between a woman and a tree. Leaves flowed down its torso, as if they were a robe of some sort. The sprite hardly reached the ankles of the massive creature. Thinking quickly, they pointed to their backpack, which was discarded near where they were lifted. The giant spirit nodded.

"You may, but I wouldn't try to make a run for it if I were you."

After retrieving their bag, the sprite took out the bottle of spring water. They began to pantomime cooking a mushroom, and then an eating motion. Finally, they held their hand high in an exaggerated operatic singing motion, mouth open but completely silent.

"... I see. Well, I have unfortunate news for you, little forest child."

The sprite's expression dropped, fearing they had offended the giant. They mentally cursed themself. Shouldn't have mentioned eating the mushroom, shouldn't have mentioned eating the mushroom,why did I do that?!

"Calm yourself, that wasn't a threat… yet. It's true that this forest has healing powers, although, you could have simply asked me rather than harm my children. However… I sense no illness that I can cure. Even if you succeeded in your little quest, nothing would happen."

The sprite looked at the giant in disappointment as they continued to speak. "So… your little quest was a fool's errand. And now you're here, having both met me and harmed one of the grove's mushrooms… you understand what this means, yes?"

Legs wobbling, the sprite fell to their knees, hanging their head.

"I see, you do… But you know, I am feeling generous today, and the poor mushroom was not slain by your weapon, merely injured. How about I make a little deal with you? I'll spare you, but in exchange, you keep me, the trees, and the mushrooms company… For the rest of your days."

The sprite stopped to think, although there wasn't really a choice to be made. They could either perish, or live here forever. And… though they feared the giant's wrath, an escape from the rest of their kind… may not be too bad. The forest guardian smiled approvingly as the new resident of the grove slowly nodded their head.

"Very good, small one. Welcome to our little family."

#oc tag: patch #oc tag: mel #gtjuly #g/t writing #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t ocs #g/t angst #g/t fearplay #g/t whump #tiny whump #fantasy whump

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kingofsummer93 · 2 years

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Ao3

Art Commissions

18+ *

Elucien

Once Cursed, Twice Shy : 2/6

Don't mix vodka and magic, they said. It will end badly, they said. Elain's never been particularly superstitious, but when a ghost from her past comes crashing back into her life, she realizes that the old saying might have been true after all. And that she might have (accidentally and definitely not on purpose) cursed her ex-boyfriend.

Northern Lights in Our Skies : 4/15

Two years after the war with Hybern, a looming conflict once again threatens Prythian's fragile peace. With the safety of the human lands at risk, Elain jumps at the opportunity to act as emissary to a distant, mysterious realm. That she will get to expand her horizons along the way is a bonus she'll gladly take. That she'll have to do so while masquerading as Lucien Vanserra's wife, on the other hand, is something she'll need some getting used to.

Plant a Jasmine in the Night * : oneshot

On her first ever assignment as Night Court emissary to the human lands, Elain stumbles onto something she shouldn't have seen. What was meant to be her chance to have a taste of freedom might just end up pushing her towards the one person she's been avoiding all along.

Ex Luna Scientia : 20/20

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face. Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all. Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Into the Water * : 2/2

On the morning of her eighteenth birthday Elain wakes with a taste for blood. Her task is simple. She must take a man's heart, while it still beats in his chest. Unfortunately for her, Lucien doesn't plan on going down without a fight.

On Waves of Blue * : oneshot

Elain is bored of her mind-numbingly dull life as Princess of Mushroom Kingdom. The only excitement she's ever known is the threat of the great fire-breathing King Koopa, intent on making her his bride. Is it so wrong, then, that she doesn't fear his return?

Alpha Sigma Phi * : oneshot

Elain has never thought of herself as a bad girl. But slip some devil horns on her head, and suddenly the possibilities are endless. Elucien college AU.

I Believe the Word You’re Looking for is “Friends” * : 40/40

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra are haunted by ghosts of their past, unable to move forward, unsure where they belong. Together they come to an agreement. He'll teach her everything he knows about Prythian. He'll take her anywhere she wants to go. In return, maybe she can just stop slapping him so much.

But Only if You Dare * : 2/2

It all started innocently enough. A silly game, a drunken dare. Except now Elain can't sleep. And it's all because of him.

Find Me Where the Wild Things Are : oneshot

Nesta can't shut up about her latest romance novel obsession. When the identity of the author is revealed, Elain can't help but be intrigued.

Feysand

All I See is You * : 3/3

Feyre is desperate to avoid the life that's been paved out for her. She prays to anyone who will listen, but in doing so she makes a crucial mistake. She forgets that she's not supposed to pray to the gods who answer after dark.

Inspired by The Invisible Life of Addie Larue.

Band of Exiles

The Intimacy of Being Understood * : oneshot

After Nesta and Cassian's mating ceremony, Lucien returns to the manor in the human lands feeling extremely sorry for himself. Good thing his friends are there to lift him right back up.

Prompts/Requests/Drabbles

Elucien:

Where have the bubbles gone? - smut *

We Were Crazy to Think That This Could Work- angst & fluff

I Miss You Too Much to Be Mad Anymore - fluff

Say it Louder - smut *

Your Secret's Safe with Me - fluff

Ring Out the Old, Ring In the New- fluff

The time Cassian cut Lucien's hair (or tried to) - humor

Elain and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - fluff

Fill Me With Your Light - Elucien poem

Feysand:

But Would You Run Away With Me? - angst & humor

Gwynriel:

That's not a cat, it's an opossum! - humor

Helion x LoA:

Just Take Me Home - Angst

Misc:

Lussian "I made us friendship bracelets" - humor

#elucien #elucien fanfic #fic masterlist #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #feysand fanfic

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 10 months

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The Queen of Hearts

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, plot heavy, secrets revealed, fear, pain, broken hearts, mentions of possible past miscarriage), death threats, blood oaths, talks of past forced hiding of designation (Tom), mentions of being held captive, lots of anger, MF hate (obviously), Dom being a badass, Mod being adorably slow, self harm (to perform blood oath), lots of passing the baby around, Cia being adorable, a surprising amount of fluff for all these warnings, lots of Tod fluff (Tom/Mod), fluff all around ☠️ rating: mature ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

"I- excuse me?" Modig's voice was even softer than normal and whatever aura of a mood coming off him had their little empathic babe wrapping his arms around his neck. With Ciarán as a necklace the seer stood, his arm supporting the child as naturally as breathing and Dom couldn't help but think he would make a lovely father. He was a lovely father. He was trying to stay quiet and watch the scene unfold but he was so anxious for his family he couldn't help the urge to jump in. He hoped it would be a happy occasion but a part of him was right back between his parents as a little boy, standing ready to keep the peace or get hit trying. He knew they wouldn't, but the worry felt the same.

Tom huffed softly, the only person in the room before that moment that had known his designation was staring at him like he'd just found out. What a wonderful first impression on his possible father-in-law. Fuck. His gaze, as it always did, found the person he always felt the need to connect with. Dom was watching wide eyed and full of fear and the selkie felt too far separated from his prince. The boy must have sensed it or felt it too because he flexed his hand and the fae felt wanted. Beckoned. Emotionally protected. For just a moment he'd felt so alone but they were kin and Dom would always be there. He wasn't upset that Tom had hidden something so important. He'd always felt badly about letting the prince think he was the only male omega around but the king and queen had been so… threatening. Their boy was supposed to be special, he couldn't know there was someone like him so close.

He'd always hated being omega, he was supposed to be the kid's protector and he'd had to prove himself to them over and over again. They'd given him potions and concoctions to keep his body from doing what it was supposed to naturally, they'd hoped no one would ever find out. When he chose to follow his best friend he was both relieved and terrified. He would no longer have to hide but he still had. He hadn't even thought twice about it until he met his mushroom man and he worried about the damage they had done.

He sighed deep and stepped around the small group to stand next to his prince. He was shocked at how easily he was forgiven but thankful. He knew it was wrong to spring it on them all like that but when he took Dom's hand he could breathe again. "Go on 'en. Explain it for the poor fing. I can promise you, the blonde runs in the family. And yet we let 'em breed us." The siren spoke in their own tongue and he couldn't help a small laugh. There was so much relief in the sound he was sure it was palpable. His kin forgave him. His brother still loved him. Thank gods.

"I'm not sure I wish to. For once I can't read him. Will you do it for me?" He asked in the same language. Dom snorted when he laughed in surprise but Tom knew he was thankful for being needed.

"Wha'- does he stay out ya 'ead or summat? I mean tha's sweet but not convenient." He teased back before switching to the Viking tongue they were used to now. "Mod dear, congratulations. I fink." He couldn't help but add the last, with everyone staring at him he was getting more and more nervous. "You gonna be a daidí."

Kol'son huffed, he didn't like his mate using that word for anyone else so he couldn't seem to stop himself from correcting- "You're going to be a father. Trying to steal my thing, huh?" He grumbled, not in the least shocked when his wife elbowed him. He was already growly having so many people around his mate- family or not. He was trying so hard not to push the other man off his queen but at the same time he felt far more comfortable about it now that he knew Tom was omega. Sexist maybe but his alpha couldn't help it.

"I'm… but we're not even mated?" Modig whimpered, the poor thing was probably so overwhelmed. Someone back from the dead and a new little life all in one day. The wild man might just be slightly tamed.

"And?" Tom grumbled, squeezing Dom's hand tighter at the same moment Inga swat at his shoulder.

"Neither were we son. We made you the first time-" Tavis was the next to be swat at, his blue eyes going wide as he looked to his love. There was a small fond smile on his face that promised he was as in love with her as he was all those years ago. It was a beautiful thing to witness.

"No one here needs to know our history like that. Bad boy. As filthy as the rest of them. I'm glad my sweet omega sons are here or this place would be improper all the time. Modig, you don't have to be mated to make a family, you know that." Inga was on a warpath to school all the alphas and betas in the room it seemed but they were just happy to see her feeling more herself. "You love each other, no matter how you like to act and we all know this is what's supposed to happen. Say something nice to your boy before he faints. That's the mother of your child."

Maybe it was hearing it from his mother or maybe it was the shock of her treating him like a son so intently but it hit the seer all at once and completely. "Mush-Mush sad?" Ciarán asked, his feet wiggling against Mod's stomach and back and he shook his head though he knew tears were welling his eyes. His eyes that matched his parents. His eyes that before long might be looking back at him from a baby face.

"Fuck. No, I'm not. I'm… I'm really happy." He sniffled and smiled and the baby gave him such a confused look that perfectly copied his mother. He couldn't help but laugh and he pressed a kiss to the boy's hair before stepping closer to his lover to do the same to him. "I'm really happy. I can't believe you told me like this but-" He chuckled and let Kol take the babe so he could cup his soon-to-be mate's cheeks in his palms. "I thought you said…" He trailed off. He was proud of Tom for coming out but maybe he didn't want anyone knowing everything.

The selkie grinned and placed one palm over his love's as their foreheads pressed together, he couldn't completely let go of his best friend yet. "I didn't think I could. After all they gave me to stop it… but it's been months since I even felt that hint of a heat I have."

"Months?" Mod asked shocked and at the same moment Dom whimpered- "Gave you? Oh gods."

"Months yes. Three. I shouldn't have waited but… I didn't trust my body, and you-" He glanced to his best friend and squeezed his hand. "Please don't worry? I swear we can talk about it later but it wasn't your fault. It was never on you."

"So we have… six?" The halfling whined. He couldn't decide if he was upset he had to wait so long or terrified because it was so soon. It was definitely some mixture of both.

"You can tell he weren't raised completely Viking. He can maff." Dom tried to make a joke but his heart wasn't in it. He didn't think he'd still be finding out the terrible shit his parents did after so long. "You 'ear tha' baby? You getting more 'an jus' little bruvs or sisters, you getting a cousin!" He tried to turn the mood of the room around by explaining more clearly to their son who grinned so wide and clapped his hands.

"Think you can handle all that? Can I trust you to be a good big boy and protect them all? You'll be leader of this pack someday." Kol hummed and bounced his boy on his hip and Cia tried to give him a solemn look as he nodded but it quickly turned to a playful practice snarl. "Woah! Such a scary boy!" He teased, nuzzling his babe's neck and growling playfully. When the little chief giggled in delight and accidentally kicked him in the stomach everyone laughed. Leave it to the children to make everything bright again.

Tom watched the littlest prince and he felt his belly flip. He was a beautiful sight with his ringlet white blonde curls and big seafoam color eyes. He'd never seen someone smile more than the baby did and he just hoped they could make their child that blindingly happy. "You know… it might be confusing if they hear us call each other 'brother'." He sighed to his lover. His voice was laced with sarcasm but it often was.

Mod chuckled and smirked as he dropped a hand to hover close to Tom's stomach. The man was still so fit and he couldn't wait to see his baby start to show. "Maybe you're right." The halfling purred low, he was almost nervous to touch. If he touched it would be completely real. "Do you think… 'mate' would be better? Maybe even… 'wife'?"

"Like hell you're calling me 'wife'. Now stop dawdling and greet your babe. Soft I swear. The lot of them." The last was directed at Dom and they both giggled as he finally slipped his hand free of his kin's and pressed Mod's touch to his stomach.

"Shit hey! Hi. Hello little one. Can they even hear me?" He asked softly.

Kol laughed, he was mostly busy trying to keep his braids from being pulled out by his little warrior but he was paying enough attention to try and help. "Does it matter? Do you feel better?"

Dom was shocked at how sweet and open his husband was being and he leaned against his side. He was smiling up at him and trying to ignore the wetness between his thighs. He was so easy for the Viking but how could he help it? The bastard was perfect.

Mod nibbled his lip and thought about it for a moment. He supposed his cousin was right. He felt damn good. His arms went around Tom's thighs and he picked him up off the ground, pressing his face to his belly and spinning his little family around to the sounds of his nephew giggling like mad. Tom shrieked, a noise he never thought he'd hear from him, it was high and soft and he loved it but when the selkie started swatting at him he let him back on the ground. "What? You're mine aren't you?" He was normally sweeter even than most other betas but there was something about learning he'd bred his lover that made him want to be growly.

Tom was annoyed with himself when he shivered but he couldn't let Mod know that affected him. His brow arched, his eyes rolling, but he couldn't hide the smile completely. "I suppose that's better than 'wife'. So you're mine too?"

"Of course." The forest nymph nodded, thrilled to be claimed after so long.

"Modig no. Fuck." They all startled a bit at the sound of someone else. Somehow they had slightly forgotten about the eldest couple among them. He turned slowly to find his father looking at him sadly. He was starting to realize how frustrating he might be to others with his mind reading ability. "Please know I would have claimed you from the moment I learned about you. I was going to find her and take her to the forest with me. You would have- you should have grown up with us both loving you. You should have grown up a future prince. It shouldn't have taken so long. I'm… fuck I'm so sorry." That was almost the most Tavis had spoken so far and he hadn't meant to hurt him. Thankfully Inga stepped closer and hugged her long lost mate. Mod wasn't sure he was ready for that yet and he couldn't seem to completely let go of his… something. Mate he hoped.

"Honestly I… I would never have wished anyone tortured but please know I'm not angry. Your brother was good to me and I ended up here. I was supposed to be here. I was needed when Dom showed up and brought me my own family. I'm happy Tavis. I know I'm loved. I'm not saying we don't have room for you too- of course we do, but don't add that to shit to feel bad about. He's welcome to stay, right chief?"

Kol nodded but he looked to Dom and Inga, they were the ones who really got a say here. "I think my aunt and wife would kick my ass if I said no. You're welcome here Tavis. All your clan has been. It's part of our home now. I mean I get if you want to go back, I'm sure Tavin will be ecstatic to see you. You're welcome here though." He spared a small worry for the man's twin. He knew as leader he should probably send word to the fae to let him know but… that seemed like a Tavis problem. If the nymph didn't talk to his family in the next week he'd talk to the old prince.

"Thank you. All of you. I… I would appreciate a rest and maybe… maybe we could share a meal Inga? Catch up? Although please, please keep Harald's daughter away from me?" The man looked genuinely scared and Kol'son cursed himself. In the midst of all the happy he forgot there was a traitor in their midst. He was surprised when it was Dom who growled softly and stepped closer to the older pair.

The siren laid his palm against Tavis's shoulder and the fairy smiled down at him. "I swear to you we'll keep you safe. I hate to ask but we need to know… wha' did she demand of you?"

Tavis swallowed hard and held his long lost love tighter against him. He knew deep down he shouldn't be scared of the human girl but he knew how strong and determined they could be. He'd fallen in love with one after all. "She commanded that I use magic to- to-" He choked on the words and his gaze met his son's. He needed help.

"Shit. Fuck her. Gods-" Mod found himself squeezing Tom closer and they stepped up behind Dom. "She called for the death of the chief's bloodline. She wanted you broken Kol." He was reading it straight from his father's mind and he felt ill. Just the echos of all he'd been through were terrifying.

Kol'son's brows furrowed, he heard the words but they weren't filtering right. When his wife's hands dropped protectively over his stomach and Cia hugged him around the neck it started to hit but he couldn't believe it. No. He'd been so forgiving of her. He'd let her live and her family kept their home. Her mother had remarried into the clan and… "How could she torture me by killing me? I mean I'm… I'm the bloodline." He huffed, he refused to hear anything different from the implication.

"Brother, she wanted your children d- gone, and the two of you alive to suffer." The words felt like ash on Mod's tongue but the moment he said it Tavis added something and his stomach soured. "No, first the children then when you tried again she wanted Dom and… no. No. I'm not saying that. They don't need to know." The seer almost growled to his father and the selkies both jumped. They had never heard him like that before.

"Yes they do. It wasn't me. I know you're just scared for me but it wasn't me. Did you let her serve you at some point? Or do you have someone here who was close to her?" The fairy prince asked and they all glanced to each other.

"I… I don't know. We'd 'ave to ask around. Why?" Dom whimpered softly but he had a strong feeling he didn't want an answer.

Tavis looked down and took Dom's hand in his. The boy was so kind. They all were. "I vow to you, a blood oath if you wish- she wasn't able to claim me for her wishes. I'm a free man and I've had nothing to do with this. But… it seems she had someone here to keep your happiness at bay. When her plans fell through she came for me. But from what I understand she… she's had someone trying to poison you. You need to test all your people. I know she failed and she and her help were sent home. You're safe for now but… she will try again when she hears you're still with child."

"Oh." Dom couldn't think of a single word to say. There was so much pain in his chest he could barely breathe. That bitch. They had let her live even though he wished for her head on a silver platter just for touching his mate. Did she think she could rule? Why had she done this?

"I believe she thought if the chief were broken and she appeared…" Tavis trailed off. He didn't have to say it aloud. It had been her game all along.

"Oh ew! What the fuck? No! Oh gods no. Fucking- I'm going to be sick." Kol actually started gagging and Inga had to pull away from her love to take the littlest chief from him.

"Language boys. There's at least… ten little ears to hear you talk so crude." She chided him.

"No Ing, 'ey right. Fuck tha' bitch. I want 'er brought to me- I want 'er punished!" Dom was more worked up than he thought he'd ever been. There was so much past trauma swirling his head and soul. He needed to be held and soothed and he needed to stare at his son for at least a day. See him breathing and safe. He would call for her death first but he had questions he didn't think he truly wanted answers to. Had she been poisoning their boy? Had she taken- no. He wouldn't go there yet. "Why was she sent away?"

"She um… she came to me naked one too many times. At first she acted like it was an accident but the last time she just hopped in my bath and-" Kol could feel the rage coming off his wife in waves. "I only didn't tell you because I didn't want you upset right now!" He tried to fix the problem before it started. They'd worried so long they couldn't have more babes, of course he didn't want his mate feeling anything that might cause problems. He was surprised when Dom came to him and curled against his chest. He didn't know if it was something he'd still get in trouble for later but at least he wasn't being yelled at.

"I know. 'Ush, I know. We couldn't- or we- we lost… but I know. I understand why you was careful. Fank you for making 'er go." It was the closest Dom had ever gotten to saying the words but he couldn't. They didn't know and it didn't matter. Either way they'd been tortured for two years and Megna was at fault. Not Kol'son. More than ever he needed their relationship strong. He knew he'd be working through this for days or weeks or… gods even years. Fuck he had to stop his blood from boiling. "Send for someone to find her. Petter or… someone we know we can trust. No one wiv magic. She obviously knows tricks." He commanded to his leader before leaning up for a quick kiss. When he turned around the Viking curled around him and held his belly. He needed to protect his pack.

"Tavis I'm sorry but… I may need tha' blood oath. Jus' to be safe." He knew what he was asking, blood oaths could bind a fae to whomever they swore it to. If the man did it he might be in service to them for life. It was a mystery as to why it happened that way sometimes and others it just proved the truth. "You may swear to Inga if you wish. I trust 'er. I trust everyone in 'ere." He added, trying to give the fae options but there was no way he could leave it possible that Tavis was just a snap away from killing his family.

"If you don't mind… I'd like to direct it to everyone here. I mean… you're all my family I hope. We're all related in some way and I wish to vow my life in protection of you all." Tavis explained and Dom nodded, pleased with the answer. "My brother was leader of the forest but my children were going to be next in line because I- I never wished to rule and he couldn't have any. He was cursed long ago. I believe that's why he loved you so much Modig. But… now you've all made this beautiful home that covers so many clans. You've done the impossible and brought my people out of the trees and mixed them with humans. I know Megna threatened all of that and I wish… I wish to promise my service to you all. I'd love to stay in whatever capacity you will allow. I vow to you my life, my magic, and my soul." They hadn't expected him to oath himself already but Kol offered him a dagger and when Inga hid the baby's face he cut a mark over his chest before walking around and placing a drop of his blood over each of their hearts. Even marking over Dom and Tom's stomachs though the selkie gave him a look when he put four on his.

The magic in the room felt thick, the air around them electric. When the fae stood next to his love and marked first the little prince and then hovered over her chest she blushed like a young girl again. "Will you accept my vow Inga?" He asked, his voice low and soft. Cia giggled and covered his eyes the same way he did every time his parents kissed.

"You flirt, you. Get it over with then. I've already vowed myself to you long ago you silly man." Her smile was blinding as the nymph grinned back and covered his whole palm in red before pressing it over her heart. Thankfully the magic calmed with the last promise but just to be safe she grabbed his tunic and pulled him close to seal it with a kiss.

Dom was surprised when he found himself laughing, for all the fear and pain he was still so happy. His family was safe and they had something back they hadn't realized they needed but that had always been missing. "I'll send Pete and some of the boys but do you want to rest while we wait?" Kol'son hummed in his ear.

Dom shook his head and glanced to their best friends. "Nope. I fink first we should 'ave a talk." He grinned and Tom sighed over exaggeratedly.

"Fiiiine. If we must. As long as you forgive me?" The last was softer, a little more truth than the selkie meant to let escape.

"Nuffin to forgive. Let's find a snack 'ough yeah?"

"Oh fuck, yes please." Their mate's both laughed and nodded, heading for the kitchen to hunt and gather food for their omegas.

"Get used to it, it's all we're good for." Kol joked to his kin and Dom called out after him.

"Not the only fing but it will be if you not nice to us." He teased, winking at the man he called brother. He wanted to show him everything was okay. He was safe. Accepted. They could handle anything as long as they were all together.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

This was a little long but hopefully enjoyable! I just couldn't stop 😂 I love all of them together like this and I'm enjoying the four boys talking. Inga and Tavis are precious though too. Hope you're still enjoying it! I promise more smut soon. Probably 👀🖤☠️

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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I request for yandere mario (you can do anything with this request, experiment to your hearts content)

Yandere Mario is going to be an odd experience for me as I'm so used to writing for darker characters and series LMAO.

Yandere! Mario Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Manipulation, Deception, Obsession, Fake life/caring too much about appearances, Possessive behavior, Mentioned overprotective behavior, Cruelty, Implied violence, Jealousy.

- Ah yes, Mario, hero of the mushroom kingdom.

- For Yandere behavior he'd be Obsessive/Possessive, Clingy, Playful, Slightly cruel, Manipulative, and Overprotective.

- Usually Mario is so nice towards you and others.

- He's kind, playful, and depicted as an extroverted hero.

- Everyone loves him.

- In the mushroom kingdom, at least, he does have his enemies.

- He'd start out as just the sweetest man towards you.

- Gentle smiles and kind compliments are given to you whenever he sees you.

- You two look like you get along well!

- It's an honor to be so close to the hero of the mushroom kingdom, too!

- No one expects Mario to do anything wrong!

- Turns out? That only means he can get away with it.

- Mario would be obsessive as I can see him having 'hopeless romantic' qualities towards you.

- He would also be possessive as he can be jealous easily.

- Out of Mario and his brother Luigi, Mario is probably much more stern about his obsession.

- He's not some doormat.

- He can stand up for himself and would defend his obsession to the very end.

- Mario would also be one to not enjoy others around you but he hides it.

- He may not like others being social with you but he'll allow it.

- Still bothers him, though.

- Mario may also be a Yandere who expects to be rewarded for his efforts.

- He's somewhat clingy (Luigi's worse) and likes affection from you.

- When he saves the day he would like a hug or kiss from you as a reward.

- It really motivates him, don't you want to encourage him to continue what he does?

- Mario is also playful towards his beloved.

- He'd probably tease you about all sorts of things and call you over to all sorts of events.

- But if he brings you out in public he is never far from you.

- He doesn't want anyone trying to win you over away from him.

- He's perfect for you, he always keeps up his image.

- This leads into Mario's more intense traits.

- Mario may not look like the type yet he can be cruel at times.

- His brother often gets the brunt of it, however others who he feels are rivals are subjected to it.

- Sometimes the gentle facade of a hero fades... revealing a Mario who's willing to do whatever he needs to do to get his way.

- Ranging from threats to minor acts of violence, Mario makes his message clear to others that he means business.

- You'll never see him stain his pristine white gloves.

- He knows how to hide it away from your eyes.

- Speaking of which, Mario would probably be experienced in manipulation.

- If he did something unsavory, no one can know.

- It takes skill to get you and others to look the other way while he does something dastardly.

- If you ever find out, his chances of being closer to you will be shattered.

- You're someone he doesn't plan on giving up.

- Even if he has to cause a few accidents, his plan to get you two together would fail if you knew about it.

- Mario plays everything off as him just being an overprotective friend who just wants to see you smile.

- When in reality, he's going behind your back and pulling at strings to create a perfect fantasy between the two of you.

- If your life is threatened, he's quick to shut the perpetrator down.

- If you're going to be kidnapped he'll maximize security around you to the best of his ability.

- Mario's goal is to make a life with you that's perfect.

- Any imperfections will be quickly stomped out by him.

#yandere nintendo #yandere mario #yandere super mario

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walks-the-ages · 1 year

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I absolutely love all the Quantum Leap blogs I follow because the complete and utter radio silence on the 2022 reboot really speaks volumes considering how much speculation was on my dash before it aired.

As someone who finally remembered it's existence and watched the whole season*, I can genuinely tell all original Quantum Leap fans:

Do not bother watching this show

It literally exists to try and make a profit off the nostalgia of the title alone, because it is shallower than a drop of water in the desert and they're trying to make up for their lack of interesting Leaps by filling the runtime with office drama in the present day that no one cares about and doesn't mean anything.

They're telling us all these things about Ben that mean absolutely nothing because it doesn't change anything, he already Leaped, and no I don't particularly care about why, even after the little "cliffhanger reveal" in Episode 8.

I was watching this show because I care about Sam Beckett and Al Calavicci.

Al was summarily killed off in the first or second episode by having them mention he'd passed away a few years ago, and while you could be generous and say it's because they didn't want anyone that wasn't Dean Stockwell playing Al.... You don't have to have a character on-screen to have them exist in your story.

Al could have been a character whose just always left the room to go attend one of his grandkids pride events.

He could be on the other end of an important phone call.

He could be the random old guy that sneaks in at night and talks with Ziggy but they've never been able to catch him because he always knows how to disable all their security measures and Ziggy refuses to tell them.

(They're secretly plotting to actually get Sam and Ben back while everyone else is just caught up in their conspiracy theories, Janis helps by sending them all on a wild goose chase so Ziggy has actual time to put her processing power to work)

But yeah. Al's been killed off for literally no reason except for bad writing, his daughter is an antagonist for no reason except bad writing, and I genuinely do not care about literally any of these characters because so far they haven't done anything memorable. Ben gets kudos for actually helping people but that's negated a bunch by him being extremely shallow of a character AND the mouthpiece for "you must forgive your abusers!!!!!" The writers are using this show to preach.

Oh and did I mention everyone promptly forgot that Sam Beckett exists and that Ben was trying to find him? So much so that when he runs into another Leaper who warns him to stop following because it's dangerous, literally every single character jumps to the conclusion that it's ... Janis. Al's Antagonist Daughter, threatening Ben, instead of the obvious conclusion of

Hello???? It's literally Sam fucking Beckett trying to warn Ben he should be focused on getting home, back to his life, instead of continuing to try and find Sam?? That Sam's trying to save him from getting trapped in the Leaps like he was??? And the show unironically took it as a threat from some unknown villain instead, and wholly expects the audience to take that conclusion at face value?

Like. Yeah, don't watch Quantum Leap 2022 if you loved the original, if you want to know what happened to Sam and Al.

Al's been summarily killed off, his wife Beth has existed for maybe 3 scenes, and his daughter is randomly an antagonist who drugs her own mother into unconsciousness to show how evil she is lol.

Sam Beckett exists as a footnote and is summarily forgotten by all the new characters.

Ziggy doesn't exist and is now just a generic computer they call "it" (instead of she/her OR he/him) and is not a character at all

Oh, and Ian Wright the nonbinary character everyone was hyping up? Just exists to be the shallow, quirky, quipping one-liner joke-maker of the episode, wearing cat ears at work, making jokes about magic mushrooms and somehow generating views for the show because apparently Mason Alexander has a cult following of people who literally just follow their work and refer to them on a first name basis and...

... I've just blocked all those people already from the tag because it's genuinely creepy how deeply these people are in a parasocial relationship with the actor. Like genuinely looking for RPF things and obsessing over them and referring to them only by their first name and just.... No. Hell no.

But yeah, the funny thing is if you go into the Quantum Leap 2022 tag and block all the Mason Park stalkers the content of the tag is just reduced by like 90%

So uh. That tells you a lot about how little substance Quantum Leap 2022 has. Most of the posts are from me and my twin liveblogging it lol.

-----update:

* I guess they're splitting the season into 2 parts because the IMBD says the next episode is in January 2023 with more episodes after that for a total of 18 episodes in the first season but uh. Too fucking bad for them I'm not wasting my time on this bag of hot air. I'm sticking a pin in it and going back to my little original show rewrite and post canon fun/angst.

#Quantum Leap #Quantum Leap 2022 #ql #ql2022 #Quantum Leap 2 #quantum leap 2 electric boogaloo #its crap ! its boring! its shallow! it doesnt care!#long post #bold text

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ask-marios-apprentice · 1 year

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"Good"Man

I got back home from my trip to Sarasaland. And what did I find.

A hole in my ceiling!!!

From what happened, apparently. A man named Goodman was hosting a meeting.

Though with how there is now a freaking hole in my ceiling! I'm guessing it was not a normal meeting.

And what's worse. Apparently I'M Being Sued.

There was a note saying to call Mr Goodman when I got home from my trip.

I called and he said he wanted to meet me for lunch at Big Jimmy's BBQ to discuss the matters.

[time skip]

Well that was a bust

Let me explain the Play by play of what happened.

After meeting up with Goodman at the Big Jimmy's BBQ.

I tried to convince him that breaking the floor would not be my fault since I only own the bottom half of the building.

I didn't want any compensation (I can just use one of the compensation checks I get to pay for my lodging repair IF my insurance didn't cover it) I just want to not be sued.

Goodman responded with

Goodman: Look at someone's going to pay for the damage.That stack of caviar studed filet mignon stuffed lobster infused turduckens broke the floor.

Garth: Wha-what was even the meeting?

Goodman: If you must know. I was closing a deal on buying a 3rd yacht club.

Garth: THIRD!!!

Goodman: Yes. Did I not make myself clear?

Garth: Yeah. But still. I don't want to insinuate it's your fault bu...

Goodman: I am not coming out of this with less money.

He said this in a cold hard voice that shook me to my core.

Goodman: Now if you excuse me I meant for a moment.

He went and left for the bathroom.

When he came back he apparently had ownership of the restaurant.

Apparently there was a little bit of a spill with some drinks.

Right before they were able to bring a wet floor sign.

Goodman slipped on it and threatened to sue.

I'm going to be honest. I think he intentionally slipped on the spill.

We needed to finish the conversation.

So after we finished eating. He told me to come with him to Thirtyacre in order to collect rent.

It was the Swatter Residence

I decided to stay back for a moment as my shoe was untied.

When I went in to see what was happening.

Goodman was shouting that if Marvin did not have his rent by tomorrow...

Goodman:...I WILL HOT GLUE YOUR BUTT TO A HOT AIR BALLOON THAT SAYS" MARVIN IS A FLYING ARSE WHO CANT AFFORD HIS HOUSE PAYMENT" AND FLY IT FROM CASTLE TOWN AND ALL THE WAY AROUND THE CONTINENT OF THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM.

Marvin [groveling]: Oh. Okay Goodman. [Silently Cries].

Garth: [Softly/in shock] What the Underwhere?

Goodman: I better have my house payment by tomorrow. Or you'll be seen by everyone in the Kingdom from the bottom of a hot air balloon's basket! Now I have to get going.

Back in the car. I tried to talk to Goodman about the cruel and unusual punishment for the Swatters patriarch. Bring up both how it was undeserving and the money used for the punishment were probably be greater than the amount Marvin would probably pay him.

Apparently.

It was an empty threat.

He doesn't actually plan on doing that.

He intentionally gives Marvin such debts due to the reaction and fear.

It's like a joke to him.

He ended up driving me to his bank.

A tall building in Volcana. Near the bridge from the Mushroom Kingdom to Da'rkLand.

Before we entered the building. A homeless man asked us for change.

I give him about a dozen coins and a directory to a homeless shelter.

In contrast

Goodman yelled "EW. POOR!!!"

And then he actually proceeded to kick him over and pick up the coins I gave him.

We entered the elevator.

He began yammering on his cell phone.

Something about a suit made from an elephant butt.

At that point I had enough.

@shootysturs / @poyo-shooty-art drew this piece of art work.

"MR GOODMAN"

I took a big step and pointed at him

From what I've seen today. You are an awful person!

You enjoy taking things unfairly and humiliating people!

You're unwilling to admit your own faults!

You're sadistic, money hungry and cruel!

Frankly I don't know how you got so rich!

I... I... I...

I can't wait for your redemption!

I can't wait for you to realize how bad of a person you are!

I want you to try and make up for your faults!

I want you to admit to Marvin that all your threats are empty threats you're going to be more lenient with your payment collection!

I can't wait for you to give back any ill gotten properties and such!

I hope you put so much good into the world that it negates all the bad that you ever did and ever will do!

I can't even call you Goodman anymore because that's a lie! You're just an awful person!

But I will say this!

I can't wait for your redemption!

...

When I finish explain to him why he is not a good person. I ended up noticing that he was sort of in a... Daze. I think that's what you would call it.

I couldn't really talk to him anymore since he was non-verbally communicating and and probably in shock.

I ended up just going home after writing him a note saying that I'll try and work something out with the funds.

I ended up going home and trying to patch up the hole my self.

It went about as poor as you would expect.

I realized it was a lost cause and decided just to go to bed.

In the morning I had a surprise though.

I heard a knocking on the door and saw a construction team with a messenger beside them.

Apparently Goodman had paid for house repairs in addition to dropping the charges.

Apparently the messenger actually had some other messages to deliver, something about Big Jimmy's BBQ Being turned back to him and Marvin's house payment being delayed.

I think Goodman's actually making up for his mistakes and trying to better himself.

Maybe some of what I said sticked.

Garth Jacobs signing off.

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kayniee · 2 years

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Myc/Andre x OC - Part 1

"Reagan I swear to fuck if you don't let me go right this second so help me God I'm literally going to kill you and your family."

"If you killed me, Dad would be pissed cuz I'm more successful than you, and you couldn't kill Dad because you care about him too much."

"Well I'll kill Mom then."

"No you won't."

"Fuck you. And fuck Cognito Inc.. If I wanted to work for this stupid company I would've started a long time ago. You're lucky I owe you."

That was the conversation the field team of Cognito Inc. had the misfortune of starting their day to. Well, that and a rather irritated looking Reagan using her mechanical arm-pack to carry an equally irritated girl - One that, mind you, no one fucking knew.

"Reagan, I - I don't mean to be rude or anything, but -" Brett stuttered out after a moment of watching the interaction.

"Everyone, meet Adelaide Ridley. My sister."

"Everyone, if any of you call me that I will rip out your reproductive organs and feed them to you. Don't refer to me at all. Call me Addy if you're feeling really adventurous." The girl said, still in Reagan's mechanical arms. "Can you fucking put me down now?"

"Fine." Reagan rolled her eyes, then complied with her sister's demand. "Addy here is a maniac inventor too, but made the decision not to join Cognito Inc. and instead decided to live on my couch and complain for a living. I did her a favour and submitted her job application and, wouldn't you know it, she immediately got promoted to the field team because I told JR that she would probably kill everyone and herself if I wasn't there to supervise her - And showed off some of her best inventions which rival mine, but I'm pretty sure it was the subtle death threat that got him."

"She did all this without my fucking permission, keep in mind." Addy growled. "And, as the cherry on top of this fucking ice cream sandwich of shit is that she just told me yesterday."

"So, like a fucking psychopath, she decided to go out drinking so she could guilt-trip me in the morning not to make her go to work."

"And, like a fucking psychopath, she made me go anyways and threatened to kick me out if I didn't."

"Okay, you've been sleeping on my couch since you were 14 and you got back from Canada. You promised to get a job like 6 times. You had this fucking coming. Besides - I told you I was gonna do this, you were just too drunk to remember it."

"Bitch, I was high. There's a fucking difference."

Myc rose from his seat. "Okay, I've been polite and let you two have your petty little argument, but it just stopped being interesting. Hi Adelaide, bye Adelaide. I'm going to go get 5 simultaneous handjobs now. Welcome to Cognito Inc. See you at lunch." Reagan grimaced noticeably at the use of her sister's first name. She didn't miss the way Addy glared at the mushroom's retreating figure.

Gigi also rose. "Yeah, I was just being polite. I really don't care about this Reagan 2.0. I've been around her for like 5 minutes and she already pisses me off. Bye."

Addy scowled, sitting down in an empty seat. "So what do I even do here, Rae? I mean, you didn't exactly give me a job description."

"Waitwaitwait - Before you guys start getting all boring-work-talk-mode, I gotta know - What did you get high with?" Andre butted in.

Addy raised an eyebrow. "You talkin' to me?"

"Yeah, yeah - Reagan said you were 'too drunk to remember' when she told you about the job, and then you corrected her and said 'bitch, I was high, there's a fucking difference', so I'm asking what you were high on."

Addy shot Andre a grin. Luhix from Hollow Earth. I built a machine to automatically locate veins of Jadeite. I actually got a fair bit before someone here ruined my fun." She rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I traded it with a mole for a fuck ton of Luhix and sold half of it for a profit. I kept the other half because a Luhix high is better than fucking Styxroot, and I didn't want to liquidate all my assets."

Andre's eyes widened comically, and Addy could see his blown out pupils and momentarily wondered how the fuck he was still alive.. "Holy fucking shit, Reagan, how can someone with your genes be this fucking cool?"

A wide grin spread across Addy's face, making Reagan roll her eyes. "Hey Andre, didn't you have that meeting in right about five minutes from now?"

"Oh, shit - Hey, cool girl, you're sitting beside me and Myc at lunch. Not optional. Also, take this for the hangover. Ok I'm gonna get screamed at, bye!" He said, fishing out a syringe from his bag, slamming it on the table, and making a mad dash for the exit of the room.

Addy eyed the syringe suspiciously. "Hey Rae, this safe?"

Reagan shrugged. "Kind of a 50/50 with Andre. It won't kill you, but it might be laced with something. On the one hand, you're new, but on the other hand, he seems to like you."

With a shrug, Addy injected the syringe into her arm. It took a couple seconds to kick in, but when it did, the thrumming in her head immediately disappeared.

"Feeling better?" Reagan said dryly.

"Much."

"Well, that was the crew, minus Glenn. You'll meet him at lunch, though. You wore the wristband, right?

Addy scowled. "I didn't exactly have a fucking choice."

"Trust me - The payout will be worth it. Anyways, your job is pretty much to make shit that JR tells you to make and sometimes go out and do important shit. Other than that, do what you want. Take this." She thrusted some sort of smartwatch into her sister's arms. Addy hesitantly put it on, her eyes widening as a holographic screen appeared in front of her. "You'll get assignments via that. It'll vibrate when you first get it, then if you don't answer a needle will jab you and, depending on how important the assignment is and how pissed off JR is, may or may not inject you with something."

Addy tried to remove the smartwatch, but it seemed to be glued to her wrist. "Reagan what the fuck."

Reagan grinned. "Yeah, it does that. Their tech is dogshit though, so it's really not that hard to remove. It's way harder to remove it without JR finding out, though, so I wouldn't bother."

"This is why I didn't want to join this stupid fucking company."

"Careful - If JR catches you saying that, you'll be put on milking duty." Reagan grimaced. "And trust me, you do not want to know what that is. Anyways, I gotta do shit. You have clearance to pretty much everything but you are being recorded everywhere you go so keep that in mind. They don't give a shit if you get high, but I wouldn't because you'll need to be sober for the hazing you might be put through. Have fun!"

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A/N: OK SO that was the first little blurb of the fanfic im writing about my OC, Adelaide. lmk if you wanna be added to some sort of tag list cuz i heard that authors sometimes do that. i legit have no fucking clue where this fanfic is going

Requests more open than my legs (aka very)

#andre lee #dr andre lee #andre lee x oc #magic myc #magic myc x oc #magic myc x reader #dr andre lee x reader #andre lee x reader #inside job #first part #requests open #please request im so bored

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theovergrowth · 1 year

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(( oh me? Yeah just thinking about meeting the love of your life and not even realizing it ))

This was his haven, the land he called home that no mortals dared to come near. An animalistic sense, knowing this was a place of unbound magical capabilities that spelled more death than prosperity. It had been this way for nearly 50 years now.

So why, why was someone else here?

The mushrooms had been the first to warn Macrides of the new threat to his peace. Someone who did not belong here was here, they told him. Perhaps out of a hope to keep that peace, he told himself that the being would leave on their own.

They found him first, on a night like any other. He had been sitting in front of a campfire when They stumbled out of the bushes, but he was not caught off guard, of course. He was never off guard, even here; His blade was poised and ready before the being even came into his sight.

They were… strange looking, even by his standards. Opalescent hair that matched Their pristine formalwear, eyes that covered the entirety of Their face, skin lacking of any color. The sight may have been enough to worry him if They hadn’t been so clumsy, now on the ground in a very vulnerable position. Big mistake.

But something else was wrong. He couldn’t sense them. No smell, no mental image, no feeling to discern Their nature or even their emotional state. It felt like a stuffed nose, like plugged ears or a numbness in the soul. What were They?

“You’re lucky I’m feelin’ generous,” he growled, gently pressing the sharp of his blade to Their chest. “I’m gonna give ya 5 seconds to give me a reason not to kill ya right here, startin’ n-“

Something struck the hand holding his sword, knocking it away. A bird, having been distracted by the glare of the fire against the shining metal. Before he could fully understand what was happening, They were out of his sight, his own blade now pressed to his back.

He couldn’t even speak. What… what had just happened?!

Two voices snickered behind him. They were laughing at him.

The sharp feeling threatening his spine retracted, before he heard the unmistakable sound of the blade being sheathed. Quickly, he turned to face his opponent. They were much… shorter, than he had expected, only barely coming up to his chest.

While They had only eyes, he could tell Their expression was a humorous one.

“Ylah,” They signed, “not that you asked.”

“…What?”

“My name. You’re very rude, aren’t you?” They were teasing him?

“Not a fan of trespassers,” he snapped, irritation growing and gnawing at his hands.

“Aren’t you trespassing?” They seemed to have a more curious expression now, but that annoying smugness was still there. “I didn’t think fae were supposed to be in the mortal realm.”

“And what business is that of yours? This is my home. I live here. Never seen you. You’re the trespasser.”

“You’re the trespasser.” That damn smugness.

“You’re the trespasser!”

“No, you’re the trespasser!”

“You are the trespasser!”

“What the hell do you want?!” The trees shook and grew, a reaction from his anger.

Those two voices laughed again. Where were they coming from..?

They looked at him, eyes blinking independently of each other. They did not answer immediately, rather taking Their sweet time it seemed.

“I came to live here,” They finally responded, hands seeming unsure in their movements. “I wanted to work more… hands-on.”

He stared at them in silence for a moment before groaning. Great. Yeah, this was perfect, actually. Just what he had wanted, some random creature hanging around his perfect place. Fantastic.

“Who are you? You fae? Here to fuck with me?”

They seemed surprised, which had answered part of us question.

“Rude and full of yourself,” Their hands moved snappily, seeming to be slightly annoyed now. “I already told you my name. No, I’m not fae. Messing with you is not my goal here, just a bonus, big guy.”

They were really annoying. “Well then, ya can be on your way then. I don’t care much for company, ‘specially not irritatin’ pests.”

They shot him a look now, offended but not truly so. Another mockery. “Well, this was fun. I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I’m lucky,” he muttered, watching Them turn on Their heel and stumbling back through the bushes.

“…Shit.” They hadn’t returned his sword.

#( drabble. )#( ylah. )#o fathers let’s go down/down to the river to pray ( macrides. )

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dilfartist · 2 years

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Yandere bucciarati gang headcannons.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

Bruno is one of the more calm and collected yanderes, but he is still one of the worst in the gang.

Bruno honestly sees no reason to get into a relationship. It would be a distraction for him. he’d have to be secretive about his occupation.

But fate is fate. It will not matter if you’re a random civilian, his soulmate, a gang member, or even someone who he’s seen more than once, if you’ve caught his eye, then you’ve caught his eye.

Everyone is dependent on Bruno. So Bruno needs his darling to depend on him, because his darling is a damsel in distress in his eyes. Just leave all your worries and woos to him and he’ll fix it in no time.

He will force you to do things you don’t want to do, depending on what it is. He forces you to give him your touch and love, your kisses and your time. But he draws the line at touching you where you don’t want to be touched and when you honestly need to be by yourself.

Bruno hates to harm his darling but has no problem dismembering them if he has to. Unzipping their legs and arms when they need a good punishment. This tactic doesn’t cause harm and you can earn back your arms and legs when you learn to act right.

Even if you don’t want to have a family you will have a family. It’s not about what you want, it’s about what Bruno wants. He wants to have a couple of children with his darling, he wants to be a good father and help you when you become pregnant with his precious children.

When you and Bruno get into fights even if he was not in the wrong he will get you something to make up with you. “I may have gone to far. I got you something as an apology.” Usually gifts are jewelry, antiques, sweets, nice clothes and stuff animals. The gift is better when he feels very guilty or he was in the wrong during your confrontation.

During punishments like I said he doesn’t enjoy the idea of hurting his darling. That’s why his darling deepening on what they did either will be thrown in a room with no arms and legs, or have their mouth zipped shut. If you are thrown into a room with no arms or legs, Bruno usually leaves you there until he’s decided you’ve learned not to behave like you did, or you’re screaming apologizes off the top of your lungs.

Sticky fingers adores Bruno’s darling. Sticky fingers comes out at random times for small reasons. And you usually are the reason. He enjoys playing with your hair, cuddling with you, laying his head in your lap. Sometimes sticky fingers gives you gifts, like the time he gave you a stuffed mushroom plushie. He was very happy when you accepted it. Since he is Bruno’s soul he tends to come out when Bruno feels a extreme emotion towards you, anger,aroused, excited, enjoyed.

In Bruno’s eyes you’re the house wife/husband and he expects the house to be clean, food to be on the table, and his darling showing him love as soon as they hear the door being unlocked.

Just listen to him. Bruno knows best for his darling, his darling doesn’t know her feelings as well as Bruno.

“You are my whole life my dear. Stay with me and you can depend on me, I can handle all of your problems. All I request is your loyalty and a family of our own.”

LEONE ABBACCHIO

Abbacchio is the best out of all the other Yandere’s in the gang.

The only time I can see him being one of the worst Yandere’s is when he abducted his darling. Other than that he’s a pretty well behaved yandere.

He’ll act inhospitable towards you. If you are fussy and noisy Abbacchio will yell at you, giving you very vivid detailed threats. If you happen to have a lover he won’t hesitate to kill them, but he won’t try to do it in-front of you. You mostly like had to walk in during or after the gruesome scene. Struggle all you want against him, he won’t care.

When it comes to punishments with Abbacchio you won’t have one. Abbacchio isn’t fond of hurting his darling. While it’s true that he will threaten you with threats of harming you he’d never actually be able to bring himself to do it.

Attempts of escape won’t lead to punishment but Abbacchio will be downhearted about your attempt of leaving him. He will not talk to you. He’s ignoring you. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eye. He can’t stand you wanting to leave him, why can’t you just love him?

If you do actually escape and Abbacchio can’t find you anywhere moody blues helps him through this depressing time. Abbacchio makes moody blues replay recordings of you smiling and laughing, talk to Abbacchio about your day, cuddling in bed with him. It’s like the real you, and that’s all that matters to Abbacchio. For now at least.

Abbacchio wants to keep you away from the dangers of the world. His partner was killed by the cruel hands of a criminal, the is no way in hell he’d let you die too. That was mostly the driving point of him kidnapping you.

Abbacchio only trusts Bruno when he has to go on an important mission by himself. If Bruno isn’t available then he’ll trust Fugo.

Abbacchio won’t force you to do much. Kissing and cuddling are what he’ll force you to do. if you stop eating he’ll force feed you, he may not take care of himself but he’ll make sure you are taken care of.

You are a treasure to good for this unkind world. Abbacchio will make sure you are never hurt by anyone or anything.

“Please don’t cry tesoro. It’ll be alright, I won’t hurt you, but if you leave other people will and no one will protect you. So stay with me.”

GUIDO MISTA

Mista is more of a mild and laid back yandere. He’s not the worst yandere out of the bunch but he isn’t the best.

If I had a list Mista would be top 3 of the best Yandere’s.

Mista isn’t going to kidnap you, he’d rather give you freedom and let you do as you please. But if you were to try to leave Mista or even go as far as cheating on him, then he’ll kidnap you.

Would Mista force his darling to do anything they wouldn’t like. No, that goes against his character. Like most of the gang he’d only force you to give him your touch.

The Sex Pistols enjoy spending time with you too. After most meals the Sex Pistols like to talk to you. Though you most likely don’t have a stand and cannot see them, they like to pretend you can hear and see them.

Number 5 is the one who usually spends time with you. Number 5 always cries when he has to be taken away from you. Number 5 likes to hug and cuddle with you.

Number 7 likes to talk to you about the things Mista did with the pistols and the guy they had gotten. Number 3 act as if he doesn’t like you but you often see him fighting with number 5 over who gets to be with you.

He can get insanely jealous. You’ll find him hugging and kissing you all over when he is jealous. Hell he even will take you out on a romantic date when he’s jealous, and after the marvelous night if he was really jealous he’d kill the guy/girl that had caught your attention.

He likes to spoil you. He has enough money to, so why not. As long as you’ve been a good girl/boy for him then you will get whatever you desire and whatever is affordable.

Mista won’t let any other gang members near you, they are competition to Mista. Yes, Mista is very confident in himself but the others could persuade you into falling for them. And he can’t allow that.

You’re Mista’s not anyone else’s.

“You don’t need to meet my friend’s y/n. How about we go shopping and get off that topic. Hmm, babe, I’ll get you anything.”

PANNACOTTA FUGO

Okay Fugo is the absolute worse out of all of the bucchi gang.

He knows what he’s doing is wrong, he knows wanting to keep you to himself isn’t something everyone else feels. Fugo doesn’t care though. He hasn’t had anything good happen to him so why not take what he desperately wants.

He is easily irritated, and by the smallest things. Like the time you just said a simple hello to the waiter and Fugo flipped, saying you were unfaithful and flirting with them.

When you are kidnapped by Fugo he always handle you roughly. Crying will just get you yelled at, escaping will get your teeth kicked in, talking to anyone other than Fugo will leave you with no food as a punishment.

After a while of Living with Fugo, you’ll know what detonates his attitude. Just listen to him and don’t do anything to annoy him and you’ll be okay.

Fugo has his moments of embarrassment. Purple haze often likes to stand above you and just stare at you. You can feel something wet and slimy falling onto your head, but no water pipes are leaking. If you tell Fugo he won’t say anything about it, he’ll just look away in embarrassment.

Fugo despises you. How come you make him feel like this. It’s not normal, you make him feel strange. When he has thoughts of you he can feel anger bubble throughout his core. Why do you have a impact on him?

Fugo will not go easy on you if you escape. Once you are found by him he will drag your ass by your hair back to the place he was keeping you. Then the torture starts, he’ll start kicking you in the face and stomach, then move on to banging your head against a table, enough to brake it. After a intense beating you’ll be thrown somewhere with no light. You’ll be starved and dehydrated until he gets himself to forgive you.

The buccirati gang will not know if your existence. Fugo will not let them interfere with the relationship. He doesn’t fear them trying to take you away,no. He fears them trying to help you escape from his abuse.

Sometimes he feels bad about something he did.(which is extremely rare.) He’ll try to make it up to you, want to watch a movie of your pick?go ahead. Want to eat at a nice restaurant? Fugo is making a reservation as you speak. Want to pick what is for dinner, that’s fine.

Fugo will treat you right, just stop being a dumb ass and pissing him off. He’ll try to be nice if you try to be good.

“Stop crying all the time you whiny little bitch! It’s irritating, if I have to kick you in your fucking head I will!”

NARANCIA GHIRGA

Narancia is a delusional yandere. He’s behind Abbacchio when rating best Yandere’s to worst.

Narancia is very clingy with you, you won’t be able to get away from him, unless he has a mission.

Narancia needs attention, he deserves attention! Narancia wants you to only think of him and spend time with only him. That’s why you’re not aloud to see your friend’s anymore.

Narancia hates giving punishment. But how do you learn from your mistakes then. Naranica will shoot you with Aerosmith as a punishment. he’ll slice you with his pocketknife as a punishment.

After punishments he’ll apologize while kissing your wounds. He shouldn’t because the whole point was to teach you a lesson, but he can’t help himself.

Just like Mista he gives his darling freedom. Though you need to give him all your time and you aren’t allowed to have friends, he doesn’t want you to stay inside and be sad.

When Narancia is jealous he will not hide it. He’ll point it out himself. You know how he will shoot you as punishment. Yeah if he’s jealous that’s going to be your punishment.

Usually when he’s jealous he’ll throw a giant tantrum. Fat tears of frustration running down his cheeks as he throws things surrounding him, “You whore! You’re cheating on me, I know it!” You just sigh and duck down. All this because you laughed at another man’s joke.

Don’t try to leave him. Unless you want him to tell you his sad backstory then you shouldn’t try. He’ll complain that he can only rely on you, his father didn’t want him after his mother’s death. That son of a bitch left him to fend for himself, please don’t do the same.

“Y/n you won’t leave me right? Not like my father did, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you did!”

GIORNO GIOVANNA

He’s aware of his terrible actions. He’s like Fugo but way better. He has never been shown love, the only person to show him even a little bit of love was the gangster he had saved.

Now that he is Don he will spoil his darling, with everything he couldn’t have. If his darling is good and shows him love than he’ll do anything and everything for his darling.

He wants to have a traditional married relationship with you. Much like buccirati but different. While Bruno desperately wants children, Giorno doesn’t want kids but hopes on eventually having them.

Punishment with Giorno is one of the worst things to happen. He doesn’t care if the punishment is too inhuman, if you’ve been act out he’ll have no problem putting you in check.

Breaking your legs, taking out your teeth, cutting your mouth open, killing family, embarrassing you to other members. You’ll learn what happens when you don’t listen.

Golden experience gives you tons of gifts. Golden experience likes to turn simple things into animals you adore. He’ll make random things into a bouquet of flowers for you. Golden experience likes to watch you as Giorno writes his paperwork.

Escape. Don’t make me laugh! Escaping Giorno is impossible, Giorno’s servants are all around his mansion, watching your ever move. Giorno is always watching you, and he is only ever gone when it comes to an important mission. Getting out of the mansion, wow you’re amazing. But I doubt you’ll get pass the passing mafioso’s that giorno assigned to watch over the mansion just in case you ever escape.

If Giorno desires something, he’ll get it. Just like his father.

“If you don’t want your legs broken cara/caro, I suggest you get your act together.”

#yandere #yandere jjba #yandere jojo x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere bruno #yandere giorno #yandere bucci gang

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drarrywords · 2 years

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The book of You & I

"I can't be the Achilles to your Patroculs, the Apollo to your Haycinthus or the Oliver to your Elio but I can be the Harry to your Draco."

Draco turns to the other page of the book, the faint sound heard in the silence of the room and when he reads the sonnet, the one that was annotated by a post-it tab, a soft hint of sadness returns back to him because it reminds him of all the rose tinted dreams, of the beautiful shade of emerald green eyes, the curls that fall over it and when he reads that sonnet over and over, it's all that runs through his head and with that sonnet, he falls more in love with him.

Can you fall in love through a sonnet?

Harry had once said that when you read a sonnet and it reminds you of them, you're in love because it is the language of love in and of itself: “Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."

"Would it have hurt you to return a call, you fucker?" A voice says in a light-hearted tone with a trace of fondness in that insult that sent a soft warmth through him, "you said you wanted pasta for dinner and since you didn't call me back and I swear, I called you seventeen times because I didn't want you to throw a tantrum, I bought macaroni, penne, ziti and ravioli — which one do you want?"

Draco closes his book, raises his head towards him with a hint of a smile and he swears that he can hear his own heartbeat, "What?"

"I swear, did you hear a word I said?"

"I heard you, but you didn't have to do that, I'm not that specific about pasta preferences but since you bought all of that — baked ziti, no mushrooms, more cheese and a side of salad with it."

It elicits a soft laugh out of Harry and that was the most beautiful sound he has heard, "Oh, not that specific about pasta preferences, huh?"

He tilts towards the armrest of his sofa, his head on his arm while he fonds over Harry and he shouldn't do that, he shouldn't fond over him in the soft kitchen light, "I- no, not that specific, more of an emphasis on that word."

Harry muses through the kitchen cabinets, with a soft hum of a tune that has been in his head for over a month now, “Draco, I swear, you’re such a princess, why are we friends?”

Draco had said that the tune was the worst and he didn't want to hear it and he might've threatened to cast a silencio on Harry but threats didn't work on him, "Quit with that tune."

"Would you much rather I sing it, instead?"

It's not that the tune wasn't beautiful but it was that he has to hear his softly tuneful hum and he builds small scenarios in his head, scenarios where Harry hums that same tune to him when they dance in the kitchen together, "Don't you dare."

"I would dare, don't trouble me."

Draco decides not to trouble him because it will be worse if he hears the lyrics because he would want it to be for him, "Do you want me in the kitchen?"

"No, no, no you'll burn the kitchen."

It was hurtful to hear three 'no's' in a row, that was an insult at its finest, "Now that is presumptuous of you, what if I don't burn the kitchen?"

"You would, remember when you decided you wanted to bake treacle tarts and by the time I was back home, you—"

"Quit with that story, that was a decade ago."

"No, that was ten days ago."

Draco casts his eyes towards the book on the table, his voice soft when he says, "I wanted to bake for you because you said you had a shit day at work when we were on a call, the burnt kitchen was out of nowhere and it's because our oven is shit."

"No, you can't bake, our oven is excellent."

"You're on the oven's side now?"

Harry sends him a light smile and there is a softness to it, a rare one, "Draco, there is no side and I love you, I love you for the treacle tarts, for that movie night and I love you because you were there — now can you not be a baby?"

It shouldn't hurt him, it shouldn't hurt to hear the words from him — I love you — but those three words said so much and when he heard them, all he thought of was what he couldn't have.

He can't have love in all the ways he wants.

He can read all the books, read all the romances but he won't have the Achilles to his Patroclus, or the Apollo to his Haycinthus and he won't have the Oliver to his Elio. Because he can read all the sonnets written in books and fall in love through it, he could fall in love with Harry but there would be no sonnet through which Harry would fall in love with him, "Harry, do I deserve love?"

"What?" Harry whispers, his voice soft but a touch hesitant and he hears a faint clink in the kitchen before he rushes into the room and towards him and crouches down in front of him, "what is it?"

Draco can hear the sound of his heart and there is a slight tremble to his hands when Harry weaves their fingers together and he wants to confess but he can't form the words, "Draco, what is it?"

The softness of his voice with that slight the rub of his thumb over the back of his hand was a reassurance and with a tremble to his own voice, he whispers, "I want the love in books, the one that all the lovers in the romance books do, but I don't have that, I don't have that because I don't deserve it but I want that, I want all of that."

Harry rests a finger under his chin and raises his head up towards him, a soft light caught in his eyes and there are no eyes more beautiful or softer than his are, "What do you want, Draco?"

"I'm not sure what I want."

Harry traces his thumb across Draco's cheekbone and he hasn't done that before but all of that is a reassurance and he wants all the reassurances from him now, "Take your time, love."

A tear slides down his cheek, "I want the Achilles to my Patroculs, the Apollo to my Haycinthus or the Oliver to my Elio but no one would want to — no one would want to be that for me and the worst of it is that — that I want you to be all that for me."

Oh, fuck.

"You want me to—" He whispers, his mouth caught open in the soft vowel sound and his eyes widen in surprise at the words while his fingers tighten over his own, "you want me to be all that for you?"

"I'm sorry," He says and his voice trembles more than it should have while his heart races at the confession and if could turn back time and not do that, he might've, "I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's that I can't be all that for you."

A knot forms in his throat at the words and it might be all that love struck there or a restrained emotion but it breaks his heart, "I'm sorry, I'm—"

"No, wait, will you hear me out first?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Harry reaches out and wipes a tear with a soft brush of his thumb over his cheek, "Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."

"You remember that?"

Harry holds that book in his hand and turns to the page where that sonnet is written, a red post-tab on the line, "Yes, I annotated that line for you by a post-it tab, didn't I?"

"It— it was for me?"

"I swear to — I don't read Shakespeare or Jane Austen or Jane Eyre or whatever but I read it because you do, because you love classic literature and because I wanted to annotate the lines that remind me of you, what more hints do you want?"

"But you said that you and I, we're friends."

"We're not only friends, we're more and you know it too."

Draco rests their interlaced fingers over his thigh and he wants to hear more on that but his mind traces back to the words Harry had said, "Sure, we are more than that because friends don't annotate poems and sonnets or sentences from romance novels for the other but you said that you can't be all that for me and I—"

"You went on with your ramble and didn't hear me out and I had to quote a sonnet so that you quit it and hear me out, you princess."

"Sure, but hear what out, Harry?"

Harry inches closer to him, breathless when their eyes are caught together and his pupils dilate while his mouth parts, "I want to love you in our own ways, I don't want to be the Achilles to your Patroclus, the Apollo to your Haycinthus, the Oliver to your Elio."

"What do you want to be?"

He rests their foreheads together and brushes his nose over his, a hint of a smile in his voice while he whispers, "I want to be the Harry to your Draco."

"I — what?"

"In this book of You and I, where I am the Harry to your Draco, I will annotate more verses for you, I'll read more of the classics you love, I will remember all your pasta preferences and I will love you."

Draco brushes a soft kiss over his cheek, "I'll be the Draco to your Harry, I'll love you, I'll remember the lyrics to your favourite songs and burn the kitchen when I bake treacle tarts for you."

"Oh, don't you dare burn the kitchen."

All past this prologue are more pages of the book, a beautiful romance with a soft epilogue and he wants that, he wants all of it — fuck all the romances he had read because this one is his favourite.

Because in this one, there is a Harry to his Draco.

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Dark Mode/ "Evil" Cookies Tickle Headcannons!!

♡Dark Choco♡

▪︎A Ler!, but doesn't normally participate in tickling.

▪︎But when they do, watch out!

▪︎Dark Choco isn't ticklish except for a few spots, and due to them normally wearing armor and always being on alert, it's extremely hard to tickle them.

▪︎The few spots they're ticklish in are their underarms, knees, and neck. Their neck is the worst out of the three.

▪︎They have deep belly laughter that's kinda quiet, but it will get higher and louder if you get their neck.

▪︎Absolutely CANNOT handle raspberries. Causes them to go into hysterics and struggle when on their neck.

▪︎Gets Licorice, Red Velvet, Poison Mushroom, and Strawberry Crepe. Has once gotten Pomegranate, but hasn't tried again.

▪︎Has been tickled by Dark Enchantress, Pomegranate, and surprisingly Strawberry Crepe. Licorice and Red Velvet have tried but failed.

♡Licorice♡

▪︎Both a Ler! and a Lee! but more a Lee!.

▪︎Is extremely ticklish.

▪︎Worst spots are his feet, hips, sides, and neck. But is basically ticklish pretty much everywhere.

▪︎High pitched, cackling laughter.

▪︎Can't handle any kind of teasing, especially baby talk. Also can't handle any form of soft tickles, feathers kill him.

▪︎Threatens his attackers, but never learns his lesson that they won't take him seriously, and that threats only cause more tickles to come.

▪︎Gets Red Velvet, Poison Mushroom, Strawberry Crepe, and sometimes Pomegranate.

▪︎Gets ticked by pretty much everyone.

♡Red Velvet♡

▪︎More of a Ler!, but sometimes a Lee!.

▪︎Somewhat ticklish.

▪︎Worst spots are his neck and stomach, but if you scratch at a certain part under his neck, you can get a noise out of him that somewhat resembles a purr.

▪︎Mainly chuckles, but his laugh can go up a couple octaves if you use raspberries.

▪︎If you can trap him where he can't move or squirm a lot, he'll get flustered.

▪︎Gets Licorice, Poison Mushroom, and sometimes Strawberry Crepe.

▪︎Gets ticked by Dark Choco, Licorice, sometimes Strawberry Crepe and Pomegranate, and rarely Dark Enchantress.

♡Pomegranate♡

▪︎A Ler!.

▪︎Only ticklish on her sides, but not too ticklish.

▪︎Quiet laughter.

▪︎Snorts occasionally with rough tickles, has sworn Dark Choco to secretcy.

▪︎Has gotten pretty much everyone besides her beloved Dark Enchantress.

▪︎Dark Enchantress normally gets her, but Dark Choco has gotten her once and now is avoiding her like the plague when it comes to tickles after her revenge. (She occasionally teases him about it.)

▪︎Occasionally uses tickling as a punishment.

♡Dark Enchatress♡

▪︎The biggest Ler! out of the group.

▪︎Is averagely ticklish.

▪︎Light cackling laughter.

▪︎No one dares to tickle her, but has gotten pretty much everyone.

▪︎Mercy? Don't know her.

▪︎The only few she's somewhat merciful towards are Pomegranate and the children.

▪︎Uses her magic to tickle her victims, and is the kind to leave them to their ticklish agony, and come back after a while to release them. (Her magic will leave the victim alone if they pass out.)

▪︎Uses tickling as a punishment.

♡Poison Mushroom♡

▪︎The biggest Lee! out of the group.

▪︎Pretty ticklish, but doesn't mind it.

▪︎Childlike laughter with occasional snorts.

▪︎Pretty much gets ticked by everyone, and doesn't really try to tickle others.

▪︎Does occasionally get Licorice through surprise attacks either as a way to fix his attitude, or to cheer him up.

▪︎Worst spots are his sides, ribs, and belly.

▪︎The others will tickle him as a way to cheer him up. And they have occasionally used this as a way to stop fights between some of the grown-ups. The grown-ups fight, Pm starts to cry or act upset, they stop fighting and tickle Pm to cheer them up while apologizing, and overall boost the mood of everyone who is involved.

♡Strawberry Crepe♡

▪︎A switch, but surprisingly more of a Ler!.

▪︎Averagely ticklish.

▪︎Childlike laughter with squealing.

▪︎Worst spots are his sides and underarms.

▪︎Gets revenge on anyone who tickles him, besides Dark Enchantress and Pomegranate. (He knows not to cross them.)

▪︎Traps his victims and uses machines to tickle them. Has specific machines made for each member of the Dark Cookies. (Again, except Pomegranate and Dark Enchantress.)

▪︎Dark Choco and him have a truce since it's hard for Strawberry Crepe to trap Dark Choco, and Dark Choco doesn't normally like to tickle others and finds it a waste of time and an annoyance if Strawberry Crepe tries to trap them, which usually takes a couple attempts.

#cr tickles #cookie run tickle #cooki run tickl #dark choco cookie #licorice cookie #poison mushroom cookie #red velvet cookie #cookie kingdom #cookie run #dark enchantress cookie #pomegrante cookie

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