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arminsumi · 9 months

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WOOOO I GET TO SPAM YOUR INBOX AGAIN WITH REQUESTS!! (jokes, jokes) BUT!!

armin with a reader who wears a purity ring 👀 can be nsfw, sfw, or a mix of both! all i can think about is him taking it and wearing it on a chain 😩

Pretty wife

Armin ⋅ fem reader

NOTE: i see the vision 😳 i hope u like what i made of ur idea hehehe

🔞 minors don't read or interact / n.sfw / smut / 18+ content

WARNINGS — possessiveness, virginity loss, dirty talk, clothed sex (wedding dress 👀), creampie / unprotected sex, names (princess, baby)

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

Min was very quick to slip a purity ring on your finger. Once he got you, he got you; a Scorpionic death grip on your mind, body and soul. He was completely spellbound by you when you first met years ago in college, and he's even more so on the day of your wedding.

You can barely free yourself from your fluffy wedding dress before he's eagerly devouring you with hot, mouthy kisses all over your skin. Panting. Feverish. He's been waiting so patiently all these years in anticipation of having you all to himself. The wait almost drove him crazy.

That chain with a ring always dangled in front of your face and caught your eyes each time you and Armin fooled around in the past. Those tame touches and strokes never went too far, because he was disciplined — as expected of a soldier boy. But sometimes it felt like he was gonna snap. The feeling of that chain around his neck helped him refrain from completely giving into lust.

Because even though he wanted to ruin his cute girlfriend's pussy, he thought about how good it would feel to ruin his cute wife's pussy in the future.

So he waited patiently, like a good disciplined man, and then the day of your wedding finally came around and —

" 'waited so long for this moment, princess. " he pants. " o—h my god, ahhhah, fuck, that's so good. "

" 'miiin... " you moan softly, balling up your wedding dress in your fists, the white fabric bunching up.

He loves you. The way you look at him sets him on fire. He's so hard it hurts. The two of you have barely been married for two hours and he's already got his slender waist buried between your thighs. You and him fled the party like two horny teenagers back to your shared apartment.

Min feels dizzy when he swipes his tip between your plush, juicy folds, and nearly loses it when he pushes his sensitive head through your tight ring of muscle for the first time. His breath hitches when he feels the way you squish and squeeze on him.

It's all a bit too much, you feel too good. He has to keep taking it out and composing himself. His lips occupy yours with feverish, wet kisses. There's saliva glistening on his bottom lip, and crescent teeth marks decorate yours — he's always enjoyed biting you.

" 'don't tease... put it in all the way. i need to feel you. " you murmur, clinging to his bicep.

Your words make him whine.

" I don't mean to tease you b—aby — fuck — you just feel too good, i can't handle it. God, 'love it when you look at me like that. Like i'm the only person in the world. I l-love you — I love you. "

The noises falling past his pretty lips are purely erotic when he finally starts smacking his pelvis against your hips. Delicate hands with prominent veins running down it push back your legs so he can get deeper.

Such sweet dirty talk came out of him, of course, because he was a sweet boy from day one. Your love sweetened him even more. He's got such a big heart, and it's all yours now. He stares lustfully at the wedding ring on your finger, and holds that hand. His other presses into the pillow right besides your head, his torso in an arch over you.

" I'm all yours, 'm all yours — my body's yours, my heart's yours. You're mine, yeah? Say it, please, I wanna hear you say it — yesyesyes — f-uck again, say it more. Y-you're mine, mine... this pussy's all mine too, yeah? It's mine? My pussy, just for me? "

He snuggles his flushed face into the crook of your neck, his hips roll against you so erotically that you almost felt sickly dizzy on the pleasure. It's almost comparable to eating too much candy and suffering a blissed out sugar rush, only to keep nibbling more because it tastes so good. The soft squelching noises grew louder and louder 'till that's all either of you could hear above the sounds of your own voices and panting.

You feel him whine your name into your neck, and then his cock pulses like crazy in your squishy walls. He's pumping a creamy load deep inside, overstimulating himself a bit as he keeps rocking into you. There's nothing on his mind right now other than making his pretty wife cum; so he thumbs at your clit.

Cock getting frothed up with your cream, a gooey ring of his cum forming at the base as he plunges in and out at just the right angle to make you see all the stars in the galaxy. You sink your nails into his bicep and he loves the feeling. Lewd popping sounds each time he bottoms out.

" 'm gonna cum again, baby. Cum with me. " he pants, " cum all over me, let it out on me — make a mess on my cock y'know it's all yours now."

You can barely speak, you're just whining like a cat as each thrust makes you jiggle back and forth like you're made of jelly.

He rolls his hips flush against your ass, the plush smack of skin on skin earning a sharp moan from you. Just hearing his cock squelch as he fills you up to the brim is enough to make you tip over the edge yourself. And Armin's just admiring you; that's his pretty little wife.

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testingthewatersss · 6 months

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Kissing Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, etc. this one is actually pretty tame tbhBucky Barnes x F Reader Oneshot 3000 words fluff, angst, comfort & kissing. 18+ MDNI Bucky can't stop thinking about kissing. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

Kissing is something that Bucky has been fixated on for months, now.

He’s been out of the grips of HYDRA and settled into the tower for just long enough for his mind to be wondering away from the terrors that have been plaguing him ever since he’d first been dragged out of a cryo tank with blood that was on fire, and an arm that wasn’t his own.

At first, the breaks from panic had been so far and few between that he’d quarantined himself in his newly renovated bedroom and only dared to let himself within one metre of Steve, in case he suddenly forgot where he was and caused some kind of irreparable damage, but then, he’d met her…

He hadn’t meant to. He’d made every effort to avoid running into Tony’s younger sister, but then, when he had finally decided to eat, he’d snuck out of his room at three am, and he’d found her, messy haired and sketching at the breakfast bar, he’d been too stunned to run, so he stayed, and despite his initial reservations she’d rapidly become one of the only people in the world that he genuinely trusts.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” she coos, beaming at him from across the counter, “you’re starring.”

He is starring— She’s beautiful, kind, and patient, and her face is being lit by the sunlight that is just starting to pour in through the big glass windows, and despite himself, he’s been utterly captivated by the way her mouth is curling around the white coffee mug she’s drinking from.

She quirks a brow, and Bucky feels his cheeks burn red and hot as he averts his gaze from her lips.

Kissing, isn’t something he gets to do, no matter how badly he might want to.

They’re alone in the room. It’s early, and, they both know they have a couple of hours until anyone else starts to surface.

Even though he’s blushing, Bucky can’t help but let his eyes roll back up to Y/N’s face, he settles a little when he notices how her attention isn’t on him, it’s split between a book that’s propped open on the counter top and the coffee she’s holding in one of her hands.

Her teeth tug at the corner of her mouth, and he finds himself imagining what it would be like to let his thumb hover against the pink-

Stop it, Barnes, he thinks sternly, starring at a dame without her knowin' is creepy enough.

She goes to take another drink, but this time her gaze catches his. She offers him a smile, but he misses it, suddenly overwhelmed with the horrible sensation of being caught doing something wrong; He blurts out a “Sorry” that he hopes might spare him a scolding, and he makes a point of averting his eyes, focusing intently on the grey, marble surface before him.

When a soft hand lands on his cheek, he jolts back, throwing the stool out from under himself and stumbling into the wall with a crash that only startles him further.

He can’t breathe- He can’t think- The sound of something breaking is fresh in the air, and all he knows is that he’s done something wrong, that something bad is coming—

“Hey…” she exhales, calm, “You’re okay, it’s just me, alright? I’m gonna come closer”

Just like that blue eyes are wide, and once again insanely focused on Y/N’s face, though his thoughts are significantly less pleasant, this time around -

“You’re alright, I promise”

Bucky barely hears her, with the way his ears are suddenly thrumming with his panicked pulse, but still, he forces a jerky, obedient nod as the woman takes a cautious step towards him.

“I’m sorry,” she tells him next, “That was my fault- I shouldn’t have touched ya’ without askin’-”

He’s panting, his eyes are wild, and Y/N can see the way that his metal hand is scratching at the smooth surface that he’s backed himself up against.

“Bucky” she calls, a little firmer now, “Can you take a deep breath for me?”

“Y-Yeah” he gasps, “Yeah — I- I… I’ll— I-” Don’t hurt me, he thinks desperately, I’ll do whatever you want—

A single deep breath is hardly much better than the way he’d been hyperventilating before, but, she thinks, It proves he's listening.

She almost wishes he wasn’t so focused on her, though, because the look on his face is devastating to see—

He’s barely blinking, so she offers him a comforting smile, before showing him both of her hands and taking another, slow, step towards him,

“It’s just me, okay?” she purrs, “Can I touch you, sweetheart? I’m not going to hurt you, I promise”

I’m not going to hurt you

He’s heard that before, more times than he can count, and it’s almost always been followed by cruelty. But this, this is Y/N, and she’s promising him, and she’s never lied to him before.

The nod he gives her is slight, but, definitely there so, she compromises by reaching out slowly, leaving a centimetre between his cheek and the skin of her open palm.

“It’s alright-” she whispers, seeing the conflicted crease in his brow, “-You’re fine.”

Bucky can feel the heat of her hand, he wants to lean in towards her, more than anything, but he’s so used to stillness meaning safety, that he decides not to risk it.

“Shit” he gulps, voice cracking with adrenaline, “I-I didn’t mean to— t-to break anythin’…”

Don’t be angry, he pleads internally, I can't even offer to pay to fix it, I could try, I guess-

Y/N throws a glance over her shoulder. She hadn't noticed anything breaking. Not that it matters. The stool is still lying on the ground, at worst she thinks there might be a crack on the bar, from where he’s grabbed it in his panic, but she can have it's nothing that couldn't be fixed in a matter of hours. She just smiles as she looks back over at him, shaking her head and re-thinking her approach by opening her arms in invitation;

“You're fine-” she repeats, beaming as he starts to move, tentatively shuffling into her embrace, “-C’mere, Buck— did you have a rough night?”

The second he surrenders and lets his brow drop to Y/N’s waiting shoulder, he crumbles. Tears are suddenly burning behind his eyes, so he shuts them, gritting his teeth so hard that his jaw aches in his frantic attempt to stop himself from crying.

She feels the change in his posture, and wraps her arms around him, stroking his back slowly, as he fights to control his breathing.

“Did you get any sleep?”

Her question makes his heart stammer urgently. He doesn’t want to lie, but the idea of being honest in with his answer is just as sour somehow.

“I- uh,- tried—” is what he whispers, urgently, into the crook of her neck, “—I swear, it's the beds or, or something, they don't feel like they used to-”

Her heart aches at the crack in his voice, she nods, and whispers out an “I believe you” that works at easing the tension. Something in her tone, whether it’s the gentle lilt of affection, or just the way that she is really not freaked out by this whole encounter is unclear, but it's there and he loves it.

He really just loves it.

“C’mon,” she purrs, pulling back a little, “Wanna eat somethin’, with me?”

Without meaning too, Bucky clings to the fabric of her t-shirt. The idea of losing a fraction of the contact she’s giving him so readily is painful.

She’s not oblivious to the way he’s holding on to her like his life depends on it— she’s known him for long enough to know that he flickers between states of total self-inflicted isolation, and a genuine need for the skin on skin.

It makes sense, really— He’s been touched-starved for god knows how long. He’s been locked up and tortured, and worse for a lifetime, and even though everyone had been warned about his status as HYDRAs ‘attack dog’, she’s always thought that from the second he’d started to trust her, the transition to ‘lap dog’ had been awfully fast.

“I-“ Bucky whispers, “I’m—‘m not- not r-eady” I’m not ready to let go, he thinks urgently, not yet.

“Alright, sweetheart” Y/N replies with the same gentle voice he likes so much, “We've got nowhere to be”

Bucky has no idea how she always seems to know what he needs to hear, but he takes it all the same; and she doesn’t try and draw back again, not when there is no reason for her to rob him of whatever small facet of comfort he’s managing to find in her arms.

She’s more than happy to remind him that he’s with friends, now, and not strangers who hurt him for no reason.

“You got plans for today, Buck?” she asks, once the rise and fall of his chest start to regulate, “Or are you a free-agent?”

“I… t-told Steve I’d check in… he’s— he’s been worryin’ about me”

She laughs at that, quiet and soft against the side of his head.

“He’s been worryin’ about you since 1942”

That makes him crack a smile, it’s small and unsteady, but it’s there, and as he unveils his face from her shoulder, Y/N sees it, and she can’t help but reach up to stroke his cheek—

Just like that, his focus is back to kissing.

His eyes are watching the soft curve of her lips, the pressure of her fingers against the skin of his face is drawing him in, and he can almost feel her mouth on his—

Y/N doesn’t question his obvious distraction this time, she just watches patiently as he stares at her with an expression she can’t quite place;

“So…” she exhales, “…Once you’ve let Cap’ seen you’re not in mortal peril, you wanna come hang out with me in my lab?”

“Yes,” he bursts, eager to agree, “yes, p-please I— I’d… I’d like that a lot—”

Bucky loves Y/N’s lab.

He loves the way that it’s full of incredible things that she makes an effort to explain to him, over and over again, even though he barely ever understands it anyway. He loves the way he knows where he can go, and what he can touch, and how it never feels like he’s going to get into some kind of trouble for existing in there, but more than any of that, he thinks, he loves her. He loves her being there, beside him, chattering away like he’s not broken, and touching her hand against his like he hasn’t murdered people twice her size—

“I was hopin’ you might…” Y/N coos happily, snapping his attention firmly back to her face, “…You never know-” she adds, “-You might even manage to get some rest on one of the couches-”

He shoots her a longing glance and hopes earnestly that she doesn’t know how infatuated with her he is. He suspects that she does know, though, when she leans in and presses her lips against his brow.

Kissing.

Y/N is kissing him.

It only lasts a second, but it makes his breathing stop all the same.

When she pulls back, grinning and still stroking his jaw with her thumb, he feels whatever had been left of his resolve shattering.

“If you're breakin' out the puppy dog eyes” she coos, genuinely concerned by the way tears are suddenly filling his eyes, “you must want somethin'... huh? what? You wanna head down right now?”

That's exactly what he wants.

He nods, sniffing lamely as he tries not to blink in case any more emotion spreads across his face. Y/N doesn’t say anything else, she just looks over at the elevator door and waits for him to pad away from her hands, towards it.

It doesn’t take long for them to make it to her laboratory. She scans them both in, and when FRIDAY makes her usual offer of preparing the space for their use, she dismisses the AI politely, with a single request regarding the heating being turned on.

To Bucky’s initial dismay, Y/N doesn’t even look at him— she heads straight for a cupboard, where she proceeds to stand up on her tiptoes in order to reach something that he also can’t make out.

When she turns on her heels, holding a thick, dark, blanket, he’s sure he’s seeing things.

“C’mon then, sweetheart— Pick a couch, any couch”

What?

He blinks at her dumbly, still feeling tears stinging behind his eyes.

She tilts her head and chuckles, before looking around the room at the three, different loveseats;

“Do you have a preference?” she reiterates, “or-”

“I want to stay with you” he bursts, unable to hold back, “I… I mean, I— I- I like, I-“

Y/N feels her heart swelling with flattery, he’s so sweet, so hopelessly hungry for affection and companionship that the idea of anyone hurting him makes her almost irrationally angry.

“Come on then” she exhales, reaching out a hand towards him, and opening and closing her fist in invitation, “Dealers choice”

His chest stammers nervously as he lets his flesh fingers close around hers. He can’t even begin to understand why she’s being so kind to him, but she is, and he needs it. So he doesn’t ask, he just follows behind her as she leads him to a dark leather sectional that’s tucked away in the corner of the room.

“FRIDAY, can you send Cap’ a message please?-” Y/N purrs, folding down on to the plush cushions, “-Tell him that Barnes is fine, and that he’ll catch him for dinner or something later on”

“Sure thing, boss”

She’s still holding his hand, watching him with an expression so lovely that he can barely handle it.

“I-I— I-” he mumbles, “I’m— uh—“

“Exhausted” Y/N cuts in, patting the space beside her, “C’mon, sweetheart, I’ve got some readin’ to catch up on, you can curl up right here and keep me company”

That little burst of encouragement is all it takes for Bucky to fight past the embarrassment he’s feeling and settle himself on the couch, before, he very, very slowly, begins to lie himself down, with his head in Y/N’s lap.

“There” she coos, approving, “lets just-“ she adds, throwing the quilt up, over his body, “That’s better, right? nice and warm”

He can barely comprehend the niceness of his position. He’s staring up at her, wide-eyed and vulnerable, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s bringing their tangled hands up to his lips, so that he can press a kiss against her knuckles.

The gesture is so, so lovely, that Y/N can’t help but smile down at him, reaching across with her free fingers to start to stroke his hair back, away from his brow.

“You” she whispers, “Are the sweetest guy alive, y’know that?”

He doesn’t, he doesn’t know anything close to that. So he shakes his head and feels his eyes spilling over, down across his cheeks as he lets himself close them.

Everything feels too raw. He’s tired, exposed, and in love and he hadn't realised that morning, and now he can't stop realising it and it’s too much, right now, because he doesn't know how or when it happened, but she is one of the most important people in his life, and he’s just kissed her hand, and he didn’t ask first, and he’s sorry, and he’s scared and tired, and—

“Well you are…” she says, making his frantic thoughts slam to a halt, “…You’re lovely, and charming, and handsome—”

Suddenly, he’s staring again.

“I’m sorry” he gulps, “I- I really am, Y/N/N-”

That isn’t what she’d been expecting to hear.

She shakes her head, slipping her hand down, so that she’s stroking his cheek with her thumb;

“I… I mean it” he counters, “I- I shouldn’t h-have kissed you- I-”

“What?” Y/N asks, genuinely confused, “What are you talking, about Buck?”

“Just now… I— Y-your hand, I— I, I couldn’t help it, darlin’— I- I- I’ve been thinkin’ a-about kissin’— about kissin’ you, and I— I shouldn’t have— I- I just couldn’t— I-“

He’s getting so worked up that his nostrils are flaring. It’s painful to watch, so she wastes no time in slipping the hand she’s holding up to her own lips, where she kisses his knuckles this time, effectively silencing him instantly.

“You’ve been thinkin’ about kissin’ a lot, huh?” she wonders, after a moment of silence,

Oh, god.

His face is on fire.

His eyes are full of tears again, but he can’t tear them away from her face.

She’s smiling, and he can’t help but think that she looks like an angel-

He nods, too mortified to make his confession aloud.

“and is it just me you’ve been thinkin’ about?” she presses, a lilt of humour in her tone, “or is it Natasha, too?”

“No” he bursts, “No, Y/N/N.. it…uh, it’s just you…”

Bucky knows he’s caught. He knows that no matter how humiliating this whole thing might be, that lying is only going to make it worse.

“Well” Y/N exhales, expression thoughtful, “It’s been a long time for you, sweetheart, it’s only normal that you’re gonna think about things like that-”

A strange kind of bravery washes over him for a minute, and he shakes his head, looking right at her, as he speaks,

“It’s not that, doll, it’s-” he inhales, “It's you, I didn't get it but, I, I do now and I know it’s— it’s crazy and I- I shouldn’t be tellin’ ya but I- I just want ya to know that you— you mean the world to me, and I- I-” “It has been a while, though, right?”

The teasing in her voice cuts through the intensity of the atmosphere, and despite himself, and his crippling anxiety, Bucky finds himself scoffing.

“Yeah..” he agrees, “Yeah it… it’s been a while.”

Y/N beams at him, before kissing his hand again.

“I know I just got FRIDAY to make you dinner plans with Rodgers,” she says, “But he's had plenty of chances to third wheel already- how would you feel about givin' him a rain check? that way we can talk about our feelings for each other somewhere more romantic than my lab—”

His breath catches in his throat. His fingers tighten around hers and for a horrible second, Y/N worries that she’s totally misread the situation;

“W-what do you mean ‘feelings for each other’?”

It’s her turn to blush now, even though Bucky thinks he’s never seen anyone so perfect;

“Well I…” she murmurs, “I might’ve misunderstood you, sweetheart, but it- it sounded like you were sayin’ you-”

“I do” he’s quick to assure her, “Y/N/N, I— I mean… but you— you-”

“Am kinda sweet on you too”

The man in her lap offers her a smile that splits his face- She thinks it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen, even if he’s blatantly exhausted.

“So…” she sighs, beaming back at him “…You get some rest… I’ll finish some work that I can’t make Tony’s problem and then…” she purrs, stroking her free hand through his hair, “Then we’ll see about the kissing…”

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yanderes-galore · 7 months

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Actually, one last request from 📸 anon, would you mind doing a RVB short of a platonic yandere Caboose with a very blunt, apathetic blue team darling? Feel like the darling and Church would usually bicker nonstop but both cover for each other when Caboose came looking for them because they understand what the other one is going through. Either that or throw each other under the bus. Likely one of the two.

Sure! Darling was kept mostly generic as the plot changed a bit. Requester helped with the plot! I apologize if it was a bit everywhere or not Yandere enough. It was mostly lighthearted compared to the usual stuff.

Blue Team Relations

Yandere! Platonic! Caboose Short (With some Yandere! Church)

Pairing: Platonic (Caboose)/Romantic (Church)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Angst between you and Church, Mostly tame yandere on both ends, Manipulation, Dubious companionship.

Caboose is easily the most naive and childish of team blue. It's what's made it easy for him to make friends. To him, you and Church were his best friends!

Yet to you... you found him an annoyance.

At times he was cute, yes, but you were often tired of catering to him. You'd much rather go and talk with someone else. Like Church... a "friend" of yours...

Yet it appears you had to cater to him too.

"Look, is it so wrong for me to not like him?" Church scoffs as you glare him from behind your visor.

"You act like I can't just speak to people, Church. I can speak to Tucker, I can speak to Caboose, and I'm not having you throw a fit about it!" You bark back, only to see Church cross his arms.

"A fit!? I'm not-!" Church fires back before you both hear someone call your name. There's a long pause between you both before you let out a groan. You know that voice...

It's Caboose, looking for you once again to hang out.

"Alright, well, Church..." You start, looking back st the other blue soldier. "I really don't want to deal with Caboose right now. He's just going to pull me into another little game of his."

"And?" Church urges you to continue.

"Could you distract him for me? Just so I can go hide?" You plead. Church grumbles under his breath before slowly nodding, appearing to think about something in his head. You take this as confirmation and run off.

You probably should've expected Church wouldn't help you like you asked. Especially after the argument you last had. Yet... it's wishful thinking.

As the two got closer you could hear Caboose whining to Church. You can hear the annoyance in Church's voice and the desperation of Caboose. Church seemed to be struggling to have the younger soldier leave him alone. You feel bad for ignoring the kid... but you can only take so much.

You quickly peak from your hiding spot to see if they were gone. Unfortunately... you meet Church's eyes. You swore you could've sensed him smirking underneath his helmet.

"Oh, Caboose! I think I see them right over there!" Church exclaims in a teasing tone before gesturing to your spot. Your heart stops...

Rage bubbles in you.

"Oh my Gosh! Hi, friend! I missed you, where were you!?" Caboose greets you with a hug before you pry him off you with a groan. You try to walk away from him yet he follows you like a lost dog.

"Not interested, Caboose." You try to say but he only continues babbling. You once again try to walk away but Caboose mentions a game he wants to play before dragging you off with insane strength.

However... you catch Church trying to leave the area.

You could almost taste the revenge....

"Caboose!" You call, the younger blue soldier looking towards you with glee.

"Yes, friend?" He tilts his head and you make eye contact with Church.

"How about you invite Church? After all... we're all friends, aren't we?" You offer and Caboose looks towards Church. You catch Church shaking his head but Caboose bounds over to drag him too.

You laugh to yourself softly... if Church is going to make you suffer... you're taking him down with you.

You're then sat beside Church in front of Caboose. You two don't look at each other... only the soldier in front of you. Said soldier was still bouncing in place... incredibly eager.

"Okay! I'm going to prepare the game... stay right here! I'll be right back!" Caboose coos before running off.

It's then Church snaps to you.

"Why the Hell did you drag me into this!?" Church yells at you, you only scoff.

"Well you sold me out!" You snarl back. Church groans, his frustration building.

"Uh huh... well maybe if you stopped talking to other guys, I would have sided with you!" Church yells back, catching you off guard.

"What?"

"Yeah, you know what? Maybe this is a good thing for you and me. Maybe Caboose is just being matchmaker?" Church continues... you start to come to a dreaded realization.

"Church... you didn't-"

"Oh yeah, you know what? This was planned." Church huffs. "Caboose cares about you, I love you, it's a win-win. Although I'd much rather us be alone... I'll settle for this."

"There's no way." You're at a loss of words. "Church, you-"

"We'll talk later." Church cuts you off, gesturing to Caboose coming back.

"Wouldn't want to make our friend upset because we're fighting, do we, dear?"

With that... there's momentary silence before Caboose fills your senses with more babbling.

You can't focus on him right now...

Not after the realization they both were in on manipulating you.

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rainyinautumn · 9 months

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okay life series fans I know we're insane about the crane wives (as we should be) but you know who else you should be insane about????? THE ARCADIAN WILD.

here is some propaganda for some of my favorite songs and why they're also life series songs. songs are linked :)

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CORNER for Team Rancher

Exhibit A:

From day one you pushed me forward Never once stopped to take a breath When I look for you, you’re standing in my corner

Exhibit B:

I woke up from a dream, the world was ending The house was on fire And so were you but you were only throwing water On me

like come ONNNNNN this song might as well have been written about them. unconditional trust and support?? the motif of a house burning down?????? and being rebuilt into something better???????????? also the song has a cello and sick harmonies. what more could you want.

LIAR for Last Life!Scar

Exhibit A:

I am the host of the hostility I’m the master magician that makes you believe I’m real, I’m not fake, but in reality I’m a lying man

Exhibit B:

I need you to see through my act, To tell me I’m wrong, to take off the mask, Or else I’ll be left in the lie I’ll deceive my way straight to demise

I'm fully insane about this song. it's GORGEOUS and perfectly encapsulates Scar as a magician selling fake crystals while having a post-3rd life crisis and then turning red. I listen to this song on a loop regularly and I have yet to get sick of it.

THE STORM for 3rd Life

Exhibit A:

Making a living has a way of killing men The lungs keep breathing, but the soul suffocates within There is nothing new under the sun, it's all the same Need revival 'cause survival's a losing game

Exhibit B:

I've seen an evil that overcomes us all The backs of good and wicked men are both against the wall What then shall we do when we are destined for the dust? Dig our feet into the earth and roll them sleeves up

Exhibit C:

This life's a vapor that quickly escapes My love, my hate, my memory will soon be erased So let's breathe in this vapor and drink this sea dry To do and dare greatly 'til our last day arrives

man I had such a hard time picking two lyrics for this one that I had to give THREE exhibits. this song has the tinge of innocence that 3rd life started with but also deals with what it turns into—fighting against death despite its inevitability.

WHISPERS for The Boogeyman

Exhibit A:

There's a beast that can't be tamed With its dark and evil ways Making its home inside each one of us

Exhibit B:

We all whisper against our enemy And we whisper against our friend We murmur, breathing out murderous talk Whispering wounds we cannot mend

Exhibit C:

Have you heard the word?

I need you all to understand how HAUNTING "have you heard the word?" is in this song. isolated and told like a secret??? hot damn. this song hits as hard as a boogeyman for sure.

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and more. there's MORE. they have EVEN MORE REALLY GOOD SONGS.

so. in conclusion. LISTEN TO THE ARCADIAN WILD. and make animatics about your favorite block guys in your head while you do it if you want.

#I can't be normal about these songs and I'm making that all of your problems #enjoy #life series #trafficblr

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m0mmat0rtle · 4 months

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༝ ˚ ｡⋆𝐎𝐍𝐄⋆｡ ˚ ༝

The Sea isn't like most people.

No, the sea isn't like people at all. She is calm when allowed and wild when provoked.

The sea is not just. The sea is wild, natural. She is a part of nature, the most vital part of nature.

The sea is life. The ocean makes up over half of the planet and is vastly undiscovered.

Who are we without the sea? What is earth without the ocean? We are the blue planet after all, a people with bodies made up mostly of water. The sea flows through us.

"Mother Ocean" as she is so famously called, is as vital to us as the air we breathe. Water is the key to life.

Essential.

We must have it to live but we cannot control it. Not even magic can tame it. The ocean doesn't listen to us and we have chosen to ignore it more and more.

But one day, the ocean did listen to us. The ocean did act as a person and the results were far beyond what anyone could comprehend. Certainly no muggle, no ordinary city dwelling person could ever understand it.

My name is Sereia, I am the one that the sea spoke for. Because of its intervention in my life I became the one and only Sea Witch.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Unlike most people who were raised by their human mommas and pappas, wizard or muggle alike, I was raised by the sea.

I know what you're thinking, I don't need magic for that. How is that possible?

Stop asking questions. Stop doubting me. Just hush up and listen, would you? That's why you're here, ain't it? And don't go telling me that "ain't" isn't a word. I don't care. I was raised by the sea, remember? You really think I'm gonna speak correctly? Nope. get some perspective here, little girl raised by the sea in the wild on one of them remote costal islands. I'm going to do anything but speak correctly.

I've never minded living out here on my own. Some people will claim that the carolina crystal coast is one of the most beautiful things they have ever seen. They'll swear it up and down. And they're absolutely right.

And just how did I get to living out here all alone with no momma or poppa? Well, that's the thing, ain't it? I don't really know. I had parents, once, we all do. But what happened to them I just can't say.

I remember their faces, distant and blurry. I remember being young and loved and laughing as I ran up and down a sand bank, playing with them.

I remember sudden cries of panic and shouts for me to be spared. Then a flash of green light and someone shielding me from whatever took them. Ever since then it was just me and the ocean.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Now you're probably all wondering how such a wild thing as me, ended up in hogwarts.

Go on, you can ask me, I won't bite. You'd say "How did you end up at Hogwarts, Sereia?"

There you go. Well, it all started on a hot summer day. I had been working, doing what I had always done since the loss of my parents. I needed something to distract myself and the only reliable thing in my life now had been the sea.

And thus, I began to study it. I would wake up, eat, go outside to the marsh and find some snails curling up the cordgrass. I'd be in the water with them, of course, no use in trying to study something if you ain't gonna be in the water with it.

I'd sketch a picture of it, write down what I had observed it doing, and then lunch. Then after lunch it was back to studying something.

This time I would take to the shells on the shore. I'd sit out there in whatever dress I had decided to ruin that day, my belly against the sand, and draw whatever shell I had chosen as my subject. I would write down some key aspects of it and how many like it I could find, and then it was back home for supper and bed.

But if it were summer, or at least somewhat warmer out, I'd go out side to watch the fireflies. They were like summer stars, watching them fly about and shine their lights. I studied them too. Fascinating creatures, fire flies, did you know the females are cannibals?

Sure are, they eat the males when they're feeling hungry and don't have to mate. In all my time, studying those fascinating creatures, I never sought to study the most fascinating creature of all. Myself.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

It wasn't until that summer's day that I woke up to an Owl on the perch of my open window, with a letter in its beak that I realized something was up.

Where I come from, we have owls. They're a normal thing. But they don't come out during the day and they ain't decadent snowy white owls.

Which was exactly what this one was. So, naturally, I spent about five minutes just staring at the impossible thing in my window then actually doing something about it.

When I finally processed that there was an actual owl in my window and not just some sort of hallucination, I retrieved the envelope from its beak.

Once I did it flew off. Inside it there were two letters. The first, an acceptance letter to some school I had never heard of. Hogwarts. But the other was the more interesting of the two. It read as follows:

Sereia,

I can't believe I have finally found you.

It fills my heart with joy to know that you are alive and well. I send this to you in great enthusiasm and urgency.

Ever since your parents deaths I have worried about you. I have been trying for years to not only locate you, but to convince professor Black, the headmaster here at Hogwarts, to allow us to take you in and give you a safe home for you to own your skill as a young witch.

I have finally gotten through to him. He has allowed for you to come and start late as a six year. You will be assigned into the house which I am the head of, and your father was in, Slytherin.

Do not worry about any supplies. I will take care of it for you and you will find that it will all be delivered to your new dorm room.

I am ecstatic to meet you. I heard of you often via your parent's letters when you were young. They talked fondly of you, their little sea witch. They had always hoped that you would come here to hone your skill one day.

It is time to fulfill their wishes, Sereia. I will see you soon.

Best wishes,

Marina River

And really that was how this was all set into motion. I was taken to Hogwarts, it was the first time that I had seen a person who was not myself in a long while.

It was a lot to take in, no, that was an understatement, it was too much to take in.

This woman, Marina, had sent me another letter just days before my arrival at Hogwarts and had told me that she would meet me in the "Central Hall".

I had no idea what that was or where it was. I would just have to find my way there, at least that's what I thought. I never expected to meet the most unlikely guide on my first day.

Have you ever heard of "The blind leading the blind"? I'm assuming that you're getting what I'm saying. But yeah, I got so lost and turned around that the blind kid had to show me how to get to where I was supposed to go.

This is how I made my first "Friend". This is how I met Ominis Gaunt, the heir of Slytherin.

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bita-bita · 10 months

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Last night I had a dream where I broke up with Erwin for some reason, but we still loved each other. (As always I was a civilian in the dream)

After that, my close friend (adult) Eren started to be closer to me, being even more caring than before, and he sorta confessed that he's had feelings for me all this time (which I already knew). And we started a relationship but I told him to take it slow because I was still dealing with my emotions about the previous relationship. He accepted.

One day, I knew Erwin would be in some part of the forest in some sort of a meeting or something. And I sneaked into the forest to see him from afar. (PATHETIC) I missed him so much T - T

And while coming back, I lost my way but found a road and walked along it and then my Military Police Captain dad accidentally saw me and left his work to take me back to our area 😬😁

When I arrived home it was early morning and Eren was very worried (me and Eren stayed in the same house 🤔)

And I think I lied to him about where I've been... 😞

That night, we were both sitting on Eren's bed, and I was thinking of Erwin all the time and I was so frustrated with myself that I couldn't just forget about him and focus on Eren who clearly cared so much about me. In an overwhelmed state of feeling too many emotions at once, without thinking, I leaned in and kissed Eren. It was our first kiss since I had asked him to take things slow with me. He was shocked but then relaxed and slowly returned the kiss. After a while I pulled back and had tears in my eyes. I was angry with myself that I had kissed him and made him think we're making progress while I still had Erwin on my mind. But I couldn't bring myself to say my thoughts out loud in fear of hurting Eren. Eren wiped my tears and comforted me, and I left as quickly as I could to sleep in my bed in a separate room.

So... we had phones in this dream? And there was an app in this universe.. which had a vintage cozy vibe to it. I can't remember its name. I had a few people followed on it, and Eren wanted to cheer me up and entertain me so he shared Hange's and Levi's accounts with me so I could follow them, and I did, but then noticed there are some very scary images on their accounts, some of them were about titans and titan shifters, they were way too scary for me to handle and I started crying and rushed to Eren's room, He quickly sat up and opened his arms for me, I curled up against his chest. He gently kissed my temple and forehead, murmuring an appology saying that he didn't notice the images would be scary for me and he only meant for me to be entertained.

I gave my phone to him so he could unfollow Hange and Levi for me so I wouldn't have to look at their accounts myself. And as my new boyfriend, he just decided to unfollow Erwin too while he was at it 🙄 and blocked him too. WHY EREN?????

Then he continued to comfort me until I could fall asleep in his bed that night (well we always had been close even before this romantic relationship started)

The next day the scouts were at the beach

Not for swimming, but.. idk. Maybe they wanted to search the sea and find out more about it. And I was there too xD But it was a chill trip to the beach. None of them were in uniform. Erwin was there too, and Oh. My. God. He looked GORGEOUS under the sunlight. I wanted to cry, okay???

He was wearing a thin white button-up shirt, the top part was unbuttoned, and I think he was wearing light brown/beige pants and had folded them up a bit so they wouldn't get wet. He was standing on the beach near the sea, he had found a... dragon. And was trying to tame/befriend it. The dragon was pretty chill with Erwin.

@wyvernslovecake I'm sure I had the dragon part in my dream because of you, Cas hahah

So, for some reason, no one was surprised by the dragon we just thought, "Oh cool, a sea creature perhaps." And it was only, hmm.. a bit bigger than a horse or a bear. I'm sure it wasn't the kind to breathe fire. It was white, with blue eyes, and was standing next to Erwin. The pair of them looked so graceful jehishsihsosj Erwin deserves a white dragon by his side T - T

And I just missed him soooooo much, so I went up to him. I didn't have anything to say. I just really really needed to interact with him, or I would have died T - T

Erwin looked at me with a gentle expression, but I knew him, and I could see the sadness in his eyes. He held a hand to the dragon's head to keep it back so it wouldn't unexpectedly move towards me or something even though it was unlikely. The dragon seemed way too chill to want to attack or anything.

I looked at the dragon for a while, admiring its white scales under the sunlight. Then I looked at Erwin, and after a few moments of silence, we started to talk. Erwin was very polite and gentle as always. And at some point I told him "Eren treats me well, and he loves me so much.. but I miss how it feels to love..." implying that I didn't love Eren back

Erwin's expression softened even more, and his beautiful blue eyes showed even more emotion now.. he was doing a good job of masking his emotions, but I could tell! I knew him well enough to notice. He looked away a bit. We were both conflicted about the situation we were in. We were both holding back ourselves not to jump on each other and just hold onto the other one. I couldn't help the tears that were forming in my eyes and to not make it hard for him, I started walking away while silently crying and thinking oh just how beautiful his golden hair looked under the sunlight and how his blue eyes matched the sea behind him T - T *dramatic music in the background lol*

I was gonna go tell Eren that I couldn't try with him anymore and that my mind was.. focused elsewhere. And I was TOO sad that it woke me from the dream ×_×

#Erwin x Bita #dream #attack on titan #erwin smith #aot #erwin #snk #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #eren #eren jeager #dragon #the themes of this dream were surely heavily caused by the RP I do

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mothric · 1 year

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at the start of the year - January 3rd - I lost them.

well- I already had. I do not know when. it may have been September, June, February. in the dark of night, breath held, they set to the task of packing up their belongings - words, thoughts, fears - heart, mind, tangled gut - zipping them all up and tiptoeing out the door with utmost care, so as not to disturb me.

by the time I felt the draft upon my neck, noticed the stillness in the house, it was too late.

I did not know this.

I lit a few paper lamps, their light soft and gentle. released them into the sky, and waited.

some people are like cats, I thought. time and space and respect, and they will come round.

January 3rd - a bottle rolled to shore.

elated, hands trembling, I opened it,

--and crumbled.

folded over McDonald's fries, counting my breaths, blinking through blurred vision. a pathetic sight no stranger would be rude enough to encroach on.

it didn't seem fair. for months they'd been sitting on their heels, carefully removing the scaffolding, one block at a time. I only got to feel it topple, all at once, messy and cluttered, my lungs rattling with confusion.

fear of rejection always coiled around them, such a present and familiar weight it was almost easy to forget it was there. easy to assume I had some special privilege that would keep it from rearing its head, as long as I stayed gentle and reassuring enough. but anxiety doesn't work that way. it is a creature - instinct - both prey and predator - always alert, poised to cut and run, drop to the ground, hiss and swipe - always feeding on its host, ever desiring to swallow and subsume them into itself. no matter how much work is done to tame it, instinct remains.

I will never know what I said or did that spurred them to fold up and blink out of sight. they didn't want me to know. but I think, in the end, it wouldn't have mattered. when you are convinced you are hated, convinced you will one day hear the terrible words drop from your loved one's mouth, removing yourself feels like the right choice. I will reject myself before you have a chance to, you think. I am doing you a favour. it is not right. but it feels right.

this was a casualty of anxiety. I do not have it in me to blame them for something I understand too well.

but it aches. it clings to your ribs, losing a friend. you can't just stop caring about someone who's settled into your life as slow and gentle as erosion. the shape of them lingers when they leave. you hear a song, read a joke, see a show you know they'd love, and the wind whistles in the hollows.

I wish I could etch the truth into their bones, make them know it on a molecular level. you are loved, and my love for you is greater than this. but no amount of saying this can force neurons to fire any differently.

I still keep the line open, just in case another bottle shows up. still keep my hand open, just in case I might find theirs in it again.

#gender neutral pronouns to protect identity. very very unlikely they'll see this (and i dont want them to) but i don't want anyone guessing #or prying #just need to process #dec 2022 #jan 2022 #2022 in review

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endlessly-cursed · 2 years

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— ❥𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔༄

DUBOIS PLAYLIST

— 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘔𝘈𝘋𝘌 𝘔𝘌 𝘋𝘖

“ I don't like your kingdom keys they

once belonged to me.

You asked for a place to sleep

Locked me out and threw a feast

The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama

But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma

And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure

Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined.”

This represents a rite of passage through many Dubois: villified by other people for their own game, painted as the villain and demonised even. This happened to especially the women like Blanche, Jude, Elodie and Yvonne, sometimes by their own family members. It also represents rebirth and growing up fast.

— 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘒𝘐𝘋𝘚 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎

“No one seems to understand the kids these days

And why we live this way

We've got to clean up the mess you've made

Still you don't wanna change

You create the law

But can't control our thoughts

And no we won't be bought

We don't just protest for the fun

We're here to get it done

The kids are coming

The kids are gunning

The kids are running

The kids are coming

The kids are gunning

The kids are running

The kids are coming for you.”

If the Dubois are something, is rebellious and ahead of their time. Often disliked for it, more especially the women than the men, the older generations are often against them, but they are also headstrong and unlikely to budge. Most of them rebelled against society’s rules: single mothers, pursue a career of their own, treating your wife as your equal than something less, etc.

— 𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘐 𝘉𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘈 𝘝𝘐𝘋𝘈

You're making your life difficult

You're over-thinking it

There's something off about that guy

And he's broke

Come on, don't be silly

I beg of you, stop

I'm sure that he doesn't reflect

What he really is

That's how life lows

- 𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘈'𝘚 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘋

Another characteristic of them is their dramatic love lives. Most of their romances are not reciprocated, arranged or ending badly.

I was 19, in a white dress

When you told me I’m your princess

So I played right into your fantasy

Was your good girl, so I’d sit tight

And if I don’t speak, then we can’t fight

Looked into the mirror, now I can’t believe...

I forgot I was a bad bitch

Tragic

Breaking all the rules cause they were only habits

Cinderella’s dead now

Casket

You thought the shoe fight but I...

I forgot I was a bad bitch!

This song especially to the women who had abusive marriages or relationships in their lives, always starting off as young, innocent women who remember who they are, dump their ass and become what a Dubois woman ought to be: strong, independant and badass, and ofc a bad bitch!

Listen to more here!!

𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚

I don't want to be afraid

The deeper that I go

It takes my breath away

Soft hearts, electric souls

Heart to heart and eyes to eyes

Is this taboo?

Of course I had to begin with this gem!! This screams peak Somerset, wanting to fulfill their duty and wanting to be happy and themselves outside the family without giving up the latter

Baby, we built this house on memories

Take my picture now, shake it 'til you see it

And when your fantasies become your legacy

Promise me a place in your house of memories

𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘌𝘕𝘚

But if I had one, it'd be bigger than yourseIf

No damsel in distress, don't need to save me

Once I start breathin' fire, you can't tame me

And you might think I'm weak without a sword

Baby, you're not dancin' on your own

If all of the kings had their queens on the throne

We would pop champagne and raise a toast

To all of the queens who are fighting alone

Disobey me, then baby, it's off with your head

Gonna change it and make it a world you won't forget, oh-oh, oh

No damsel in distress, don't need to save me

This song represents the might and power of the Winbourne ladies and their daughters and how they are also key in perservering the estate-- without them, there would be no heirs at all! They are as important and their husbands ought to remember that

Once I start breathin' fire, you can't tame me

And you might think I'm weak without a sword

But I'm stronger than I ever was before

𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘜𝘗

Early in the mornin'

Before the sun begins to shine

We're gonna start movin'

Towards that separating line

I'm wadin' through muddy waters

You know I got a made up mind

And I don't mind if I lose any blood on the way to salvation

And I'll fight with the strength that I got until I die

This song is dedicated to the women of Winbourne and how they want to be themselves in a society that has them on an oppresive chokehold and where they want to be considered human beings and no less.

So I'm gonna stand up

Take my people with me

Together we are going

To a brand new home

Far across the river

Can you hear freedom calling?

Calling me to answer

Gonna keep on keepin' on

𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘋𝘐𝘌

Legends never die

When the world is calling you (the world is calling you)

Can you hear them screaming out your name?

Legends never die

They become a part of you (they become a part of you)

Every time you bleed for reaching greatness

Legends never die

They're written down in eternity

But you'll never see the price it costs

Scars collected all their lives

When everything's lost, they pick up their hearts

And avenge defeat

This song is peak Somerset! Many of their notable memebers are heroic, iconic and important, and many had made it to the history books of both worlds.

Before it all starts, they suffer through harm

Just to touch a dream

Listen to more here!!

#lineage challenge #the dubois family #the somerset family #day three #oc: elodie dubois #oc: jude dubois #oc: yvonne dubois #oc: blanche dubois #oc: primrose sabrina gray

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thesechaoticpancakes · 11 months

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I had a dream that...

Y'all aren't going to believe the dream I had last night. For some context, it was set in the world of Tears of the Kingdom, so it felt like I was living in that world, but also Miles Morales from Into the Spiderverse was there.

It started off pretty tame. I was going about Hyrule killing monsters with my bow just like Link. At one point I had to help a guy (I knew him in the dream, but I couldn't tell you what his name was) who was getting surrounded by chuchus and bokoblins. I stood on a cliff overlooking the area and sniped all the fire chuchus first then anything that got near him. He was very thankful lol.

Then there was another scene where me and this guy were sleeping, my mom was also there for some reason. The issue with sleeping was that there were a bunch of spider-monsters attacking us and there were time bombs everywhere. So I did the logical thing and pulled out a flameblade and slashed and hacked then quickly backed away before the bombs went off. We did this until all the spiders were dead and we could actually sleep.

This next part is wild and I can't for the life of me remember how we got into this situation. But we were in some type of clearing. There were tall trees all around us, kinda boxing us into this clearing. And there was also a dragon. Yes, like the Breath of the Wild dragons. And it was being controlled by a young woman that stood on it's shoulder. And the dragon spun spider webs that trapped anyone that got near. My mother gets trapped in said webs while the young woman soliloquy's about how she's too powerful and we can't even hope to beat her, we're all gonna die, blah blah blah.

So the obvious solution to this problem is to sing. There was a song that my mother thought would tame the beast, but it didn't work. So I took up the song, but changed the tempo and melody a little and it worked. The dragon shrunk and laid down at my feet, tummy up in submission, and the young woman was thwarted and disappeared. (In hindsight she was probably Yiga). The dragon was now bound to me and would do whatever I commanded. So obviously I should use the dragon to defeat any foe in my path. but unfortunately my subconscious doesn't believe in continuity and I never saw that dragon again.

If you know anything about Breath of the Wild lore, you know there are three dragons. It was our mission (apparently) to tame all three somehow. So we went to go tame the second dragon and were woefully unprepared. (If only I had a dragon to fight with.) This dragon was controlled by a small boy who was altogether too crazy. Things got bad. Then I hear "What's up danger?" and look up to see something truly crazy.

Miles Morales with the third dragon (specifically called the Face Dragon for some reason), but Miles was floating in the air and also floating around him in a circle were a bunch of other spiderpeople. I took this all in and heard "What's up danger?" once more before he landed on the ground and was like "Hey mom what's up?" (Idk who his mother was supposed to be since both me and my mother are white irl, but it's whatever). He decimates the little boy and the dragon and the day is saved. Then we tell him we found more pieces of the Face Dragon(????) and he's like Oh sweet hand them over, and he puts them on like jewelry(idk dude they were small pieces I guess).

That was the pretty much the plot (if you could call it a plot) of my dream, but I do remember one other part where I was trying to get to a tower but it was absolutely INFESTED with monsters. I had to climb the outside of it because there were too many surrounding it on the ground. Once I made it to the top and dropped inside There Were More Monsters. I had to kill all of them before I could activate the tower and I was PISSED cause the towers are supposed to be SAFE like What The Fuck.

TL;DR: Miles Morales tamed a Breath of the Wild dragon and wore pieces of it as jewelry and was also related to two white women somehow.

I'm gonna draw some of the scenes and add them later so y'all have a visual.

#one time i dreamt #across the spiderverse #I had a dream that #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #weird dreams

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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5 - Life Changing Rituals

(Gif not mine. Belongs to respectful owner)

Part 6

Princess more than a Nickname

@the-big-bad-klaus @alanaangie24

Klaus's POV

Opening Y/n's coffin I wish she could see the slight smile on my face because tonight is the night. The night I finally become the Hybrid. Half vampire and half werewolf. I just have to sacrifice the doppelganger Elena, along with a werewolf and a vampire. I made a Vow to myself that once I become the most powerful creature on the planet I would dedicate the rest of my immortal life to waking my sleeping princess. Foosteps approached where I glanced over my shoulder seeing my brother. "I have a favor to ask of you, Elijah. Stay and guard Y/n until my transformation is complete." I didn't want her body to be left alone while I have to face the save Elena gang. Caroline and Bonnie know about her existence so I can't take any chances of losing her again. Elijah simply nodded as I left the room to prepare. Unknown to Klaus Elijah tucks hair behind your ear feeling a tightness in his chest because everytime he looked at your sleeping form he sees flashes of Brooke.

Elijah's POV

Since we entered the castle I has lost track of Rebekah and Niklaus who were off doing who knows what. My eyes scanned the crowd of people as I lean against the wall. Until a young girl with her hair in a braid runs from one of the guards. "Stop following me Jacob. We're over!" The girl snapped but the Jacob boy tried to hold her back so I slowly strolled up. So I calmy speak up resting a hand on the girls shoulder. "The young lady asked you to leave." He rolled his eyes stomping off causing the girl to sigh in relief. "Oh thank you, my Lord. How can I repay you?" I tapped my chin not entirely sure of how this dance should go so I extend my hand for hers. "Could you show me how this dance goes, Miss?" She puts her hand in mine pulling me onto the dance floor. "Of course, I'm Brooke Tames by the way." I smiled softly to her. "I'm Elijah."

Klaus's POV

Standing in front of the three fire circles Elena started sobbing for Jenna while my witch chants something to the moon at its peak. Vamping through the flames I rest my hand to Elena's face. "Thank you, Elena." She spits in my face muttering. "Go to hell." I pull my vampire fangs out biting into her neck, drinking her blood then dropping her body to the ground. The moon moves from behind the clouds as I gasped feeling something running through my veins. Then my bones started to break meaning that it was working that brings a smile to my face where I push through the pain. But my body gets slammed into the ground by the Bennett witch who chants aggressively until I'm extremely weak. Someone vamps above me where I gasped for breath feeling betrayed in this moment. "Elijah....you shouldn't be here..." He shoves his hand in my chest holding my heart making me gasp even more. "You promised to...to protect Y/n in Brook...Brooke's...egrrr!"

Y/n's POV

"Grandma, where's Brooke. I haven't seen her all day - how did you find that?" I babbled out questions stopping in my tracks seeing her holding a small vial of Nik's blood. After our talk the other night he told me that I could choose to be with him forever if I wanted. So he left some for me to make the choice. "I didn't want to believe it. I can't imagine that you'd even consider hanging around those creatures...those monsters!" She growled as guards bursts into my chambers holding me down. I grunted staring up at her as she pulled out an achent book that I couldn't read. The guards dragged me out into the woods by the horses stables where I'm on my knees. "Grandma, what's happening?" I croaked out in confusion seeing another set of guards bring out Brooke who has tears running down her face. My grandmother ripped off her necklace that my mother had given her for her birthday last year. "Y/n, dear I am sorry it's come to this but your mother was foolish to not tell you the truth. About you and your friend Brooke."

Brooke whipped her head to my grandmother the wind moving her hair. "What are you talking about?" She turned and grabbed Brooke's hand holding it over the necklace for her hand to start turning red. Brooke groans when my grandmother intertwined her hand around hers it turning the same color. "Brooke is a witch my dear...You're mother and I are just like her. Why do you think we let you two get so close. Because I thought you could learn what you truly are." I glanced to Brooke who started crying when my grandmother started chanting some foreign language. "Brooke, what's she doing?" She sniffs through tears yanking her hand from hers seeing blood. My grandmother raised her freehand where I moaned in pain answering me with tears of her own. "I'm putting you in a deep sleep until I find a way for you to forget you ever knew Klaus Mikaelson." Brooke grabbed the red vial throwing it towards me now that the guards had let me go, so I opened the vial starting to get sleepy, drinking the liquid seconds before my neck snapped and I collapse onto the dirt.

Klaus's POV

Elijah grunted releasing heavy tears clutching my heart in his hand. I moaned clutching the dirt underneath my hands. "We never should have gotten close to them, Niklaus. Those girls lost everything because of us....I should just kill you to protect the others-" I cut him off not wanting to never get to see Y/n again. "If you kill me you'll never find our siblings....I didn't drop them in the sea they're alive!" He gasped where Stefan ordered him to not back down. "Don't do it, Elijah!" Yet my brother removed his hand from my chest vamping us away from them. I gasped dropping on my hands and knees staring up to my brother before transforming into my wolf form after years. "If you try and kill Y/n you'll never find them!"

Klaus ran off into the woods feeling everything more heightened now that he was a hybrid. Elijah watched his brother kill through the night sensing that the threat he made was true. But neither of them knew that back at the mansion something was happening to you. You clutched your hands into fists turning them red as you gripped the coffins fabric. Suddenly you shot up releasing a shacky gasp of breath, where your eyes glowed gold. "Nik..."

Readers - First off sorry for changing Point of views a lot in this chapter. Also in the next chapter I'll reveal what happened to Brooke

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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saphirered · 3 years

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Hi! I really love the stuff you've been writing for Molly!! It's so engaging and really sweet and makes me smile really wide, so thank you for that! If you're still taking requests, could I request a romantic Molly x Reader who's a druid/bard multiclass? Who has the same vibes as a Disney princess? I hope you have a great day and I can't wait to see what you write next!!

Aw shucks thank you so much ☺️. I hope this is to your liking. Enjoy 😘

The parade to draw people into the carnival was coming to an end. You were almost back at the tent and had gathered a proper crowd to watch the night’s show. Along the way you did your acrobatics and used some druidcraft to create little flowers in the palm of your hand or letting colourful floral vines bloom throughout your hair and attire. The whole look made you appear like an ethereal creature from the Feywild, perhaps even at the Seelie Court itself.

Children giggle as you wave at them, snowflakes fall only to melt before they reach the ground. Dancing around you had fun and eventually found your ‘Fire Faerie’ friend. Together you twist and turn in a carefully practiced routine. A cloud of petals floats around you until Orna sets them ablaze, the embers blowing up in the breeze with a soft casting of Gust from you. People laugh and cheer as you both curtsied and move on your way through the crowd.

You find Molly juggling his iridescent shimmering scimitars. Announcing your presence you dance around him just barely out of reach from the sharp blades. He nearly drops one in surprise, not expecting you to step so close but recovers quickly and it seems either no one noticed or they expected it to be part of the act. He sends you a half smile and a wink as you twist and turn around him avoiding the blades by a hair’s width humming a sweet melody. Gasps came from the people around as you narrowly avoid the scimitar from cutting through you like butter.

You stop and take a slower pace to fall back a little bit, run and with the momentum, leap onto Molly’s shoulders in a handstand as he continued to walk. You let a couple of the flowery vines weave into his horns as he laughs and you flip over landing ahead of him. Looking over your shoulder you blow him a kiss with a wink as he continues juggling. You continue your routine with the song, the melody turning into a beautiful song people follow behind you as if you were the piped piper. Each time you take your next step you leave behind a path of colourful wildflowers.

Toya had been feeling a bit under the weather so, you were to take over her act for the night. All dressed in flowy chiffons of greens, blues, purple and golds held together by felted vines and silk flowers, glittery exaggerated makeup, hair braided and teased you’re ready to take on your role. Your devil at your side usual clothes exchanged for dark ashen robes and features contoured in such a way to give him an even more devilishly handsome look.

“And our next story, comes from far away. The fires of hell know one loyal to Zariel herself! A trickster, traitor and danger to all. One should know better than make a deal with this devil…” You hear from behind the curtain Gustav begins your introduction.

“That’s my cue. Let’s give them a show worth remembering.” Molly kisses your knuckles before his lips meet yours and he’s off by the time you open your eyes. Taking a few deep breaths you wait for the ‘story’ to continue.

“They say a devil’s heart cannot be tamed. They must never have met the Summer Princess! Blessed from the Feywild, what is beautiful is most dangerous and they are no exception. The Summer Princess walks among the Seelie Courts but those who pay careful attention may just hear their song. Be warned, they are much more treacherous than the devil…” Peaking through the curtain just so no one can see you focus on the support beams of the tent and begin casting your spell. Blooming vines creep up the beams wrapping around, flowers drape down. Petals begin to fall down from the ceiling provided by the Knot Sisters from the shadows. You hear gasps as people look around.

You see Molly walk around, sword dragging in the dirt as you hear him growl at the plants. Time to sing and sing you do.

The people look around as you tend to the flowers near one post ‘oblivious’ of the presence ‘in your garden’. You interact with some of the people in the front row offering them smiles and making flowers sprout around where they sit, offer an airy touch of the cheek of the poor individuals entranced by your song, unable to keep their eyes off you as they cling onto every word.

Your song speaks of the beauties of the Feywild. Making use of your training you belt. Birds fly into the tent, swirling around you, the devil watching, his face turning from anger to bewilderment as he sticks to the shadows. You reach your hand to the sky mimicking the melody of the songbirds. Stretching your arms to the side one by one they land. You let them sing replying in a song of your own as if you’re having a conversation with them.

Molly steps out from the shadows and into the light around you. You hear whispers from the audience ‘watch out’, ‘he’s behind you’ and ‘the devil is coming for the princess’. You continue your song walking along the audience, birds still resting on your arms as you sing with them. Next you turn the edge of the blade of ‘the devil’ is pointed at you and you act surprised, your song stopping for just a moment.

“What are you?” Molly growls showing his fangs as he does fully committing to his role. You can’t help but hide a smile. Such a lover of theatrics.

“I’m the Summer Princess and you, handsome devil are in my garden.” You sing, the blade drops a little before it raises closer to you.

“Do not think you can charm me, wild enchantress.” You hum to the birds and they give a reply.

“I charm only those willing to listen to my song. Are you willing, handsome devil of mine, walking in my garden.” You harmonise with the birds. They leap into flight circling around you and Molly closer and closer until you’re standing toe to toe.

“Your song is sweeter than temptation, more treacherous than this devil’s words.” You move your hand to stroke his cheek as you do flowers and vines similar to the ones in your hair begin growing in his much like a crown. You may have overdone it a bit but Molly would see later what piece of art you left for him to remind him of your act.

“Then join me handsome devil, and let the wildflowers keep our secret.” You tilt your head as if you were going to kiss him speaking the last words. You step back, hand outstretched looking at him with bright eyes. Molly’s hand stretches out towards you as you set pack.

“Come with me, my handsome devil.” You sing as he begins following you with slow paces. Gustav comes around once more.

“And so the Summer Princess tames the heart of their handsome devil. Their charm never fails and they are as treacherous as they are beautiful still. Take care to stay out of their garden or you might just end up like their handsome devil…”

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After a successful evening show you sit at the camp attempting to remove the vines and flowers from your hair and clothes. They look beautiful but are an absolute hell to get rid of and leaving them in isn’t really an option. As far as you could tell you successfully got rid of all the vines and flowers without harming the delicate silk greens, purples blues and yellow golds of your show costume which left you with your hair.

Not even half way through with the moon high in the sky you give up with an exasperated sigh and let yourself fall backwards onto the soft grass. Most of the others had gone to bed already or found the bottom of a bottle so you’d find no help there. The calmness and quiet of starry night brings comfort to your mind and you start to drift off a bit. Your ears still manage to catch the familiar footfalls approaching you and your pile of discarded flowers. What you didn’t expect was about a hand or two full of flowers hitting you in the face.

Opening your eyes you saw Mollymauk standing above you with half grin. By the looks of him he had attempted to get the flowers from earlier out of his hair but struggled just as much as you had and given up halfway through. He hadn’t gone about it as carefully as you though so the purple knotted mess sticking out at odd angles made him look rather funny and you stifle a giggle as you get to your feet. He puts his hands on his hips.

“You think this is funny? I swear, if I didn’t know any better I’d really believe Gustav’s story, you little Archfey!” He speaks exasperated as you pulled away some ivy circled around one of his horns with a laugh dropping it with the pile you had created.

“Of course I think it’s funny, my handsome devil.” You patted his cheek and took one of his hands with your free one pulling him with you to sit down on the grass. Kneeling in front of him you begin untangling the vines and removing the flowers using your fingers to brush through, carefully pick apart and untangle the mess he had created. Once you are done and just brushing through his hair making sure you didn’t miss anything and to get it back to its usual state he takes your hands and presses a delicate kiss to your palms.

“Turn around?” The words come out more as a question but you do and sit between his legs as he starts carefully detangling the vines from your own hair muttering a sorry and kissing your shoulder every time he either has to or accidentally pulls on your hair to take them out. It took him a while but eventually all the vines and flowers are gone and you’re just sat, leaning back against him, listening to sounds of the early early morning and the faint light barely visible from the town you’re set up outside off in the fields.

Molly’s arms wrap around your waist and his head leaning on your shoulder as he hums a tune all too familiar to you. You elbow his stomach looking at him with a fake scowl. He kisses your scowl away and begin humming along with him, a flock of birds dancing overhead as you do. Surrounded by warmth and comfort you both slowly let the exhaustion consume you as the first lights of dawn draw upon the horizon.

#critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #mollymauk x reader #critrole x reader

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lexpressobean · 3 years

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Thoughts on Kikaichu as actual Parasites.

Knowing how skin and the body generally works on a medical level, the "hive" aspect of the Aburame clan really drives me crazy. 'Cause parasites are real, obviously, but the size of Kikaichu beetles makes absolutely no sense in comparison to irl skin parasites. At least not in a bee hive sort of way lol

rambling because my mind craves logic and I'm specializing as a wound care nurse but it's literally anime so what do I expect lol

No, wounds don't freak me out, I'm more terrified of generally handling vomit and babies than I am a dehiscence of a 15cm long surgical site lol. The human body can literally take so much abuse before it really starts to give and try to alert you that you need help! And once you give it help, it really can come full circle to the wound 100% looking like it was never there. The body is an amazing thing <3

However the first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word "parasite" is always going to be "tapeworm". That's not gonna change. However, kikaichu are not worms and CERTAINLY don't grow that fucking huge or live that long. (A tape worm can live long enough to graduate with a fucking PhD. Can you believe?) I haven't been exposed to any urgent situations involving parasites yet, however, the one I would compare a Kikaichu to that is (unfortunately) also common is the scabies mite.

Very briefly, scabies mites (Sarcoptes scabiei) are technically a type of arachnid that grow no bigger than a bout 0.5mm in size, but CAN be seen with the naked eye if you're looking for them. They crawl around the skin and burrow specifically in the top layer of skin, called the epidermis. The epidermis is that protective layer of skin and can be between 0.5mm to 1.5mm thick depending on which part of the body you're looking at. After the epidermis, you have the dermal layer, which is where sweat glands, nerves, and capillaries are found. Scabie mites will not burrow that deep because they only burrow to lay their eggs and such. As they do this they can cause visible tunnels and other marks that can be mistaken for acne or other skin conditions if not properly identified. You'll most likely know because the itch is VERY BAD.

They're very easily spread by close contact and a scabies infestation needs to be treated with a prescribed pharmacological means.

However, kikaichu are definitely a lot bigger than 0.5mm. In the case of size, I would compare them at minimum to fruitflies/medflies, which grow up to 3-5mm and maximum to ladybugs 4-7mm.

3-7mm > 0.5-1.5mm... obviously. And the holes which Kikaichu swarm out of that the audience has seen before are about a size comparable Shino's nostrils, IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!!

You're telling me those things were in his mouth?????????? S H I N O N O

That would mean, in realistic terms, the Kikaichu are fucking around in Shino's body to the bone and muscles and THAT'S A REALLY SCARY THOUGHT. Even just passing the epidermis to the dermis is alarming! Compared to the dry, protective epidermis that can and does take damage, the dermis can be 1-4mm thick depending on where you're looking and is where skin does it's business. All together that becomes 0.5-5.5mm of space BARELY big enough for a fruit fly do mess around in. It makes just enough sense in terms of THAT size, but last time I checked, having the skin penetrated to the dermal layer is just asking for infection to happen. You're first natural line of defense has been breeched, there's a pretty good chance you're gonna be bleeding (blood vessels) and general body fluids are going to be draining, which is bad for a multitude of reasons, and there's damage that gonna affect the nerves, and realistically this shit is going to be ABSOLUTELY painful if they're constantly manipulating those areas near nerves. These kinda of things CAN make new connections and things like that, sometimes damage is forever. (Case by case basis).

So my first thought to more or less "magically" solve the problem with anime logic, is that first of all, it's an anime and logic doesn't have to apply haha.

On a more sci-fi level, in which kikaichu are smaller than we've seen them shown, maybe they have been purposefully been allowed to burrow into the dermal layer of the skin at least because the blood vessels seem to be in direct contact with the chakra system. Kikaichu's prefered food is chakra, but they WILL mutiny and eat their respective Aburame from the inside out if they don't balance their chakra smartly. So it's safe to say Kikaichu are at least carnivorous as well, and so I only imagine these absolute nightmares would swarm their prey in the wild, and actively bite through and burrow into the body of the prey until they found the chakra system and went to town on that poor unfortunate soul. Eaten alive, how the hell did they "tame" them in the first friggin' place??

I like to think two things:

1) Kikaichu are passed down from parent to child, and the parent has control over the Kikaichu until they have been RIGOROUSLY trained for generations to comprehend that this baby/child isn't food, it's a new hive. If bees can comprehend time, Kikaichu can comprehend what an Aburame is. If they insist on trying to drain the babe or the babe just can't tolerate them, the parent takes the Kikaichu back and the babe is assigned another insect or position in general. Like hell they're gonna try to force a relationship like that.

2) As part of the successful symbiotic relationship, Kikaichu regularly debride the tunnels and borrows that they carve into their respective Aburame, and are naturally intuitive in avoiding as many nerves and blood vessels as possible. The chance of infection is never 0%, however, kikaichu are pretty good about taking care of their tunnels, and so it gives the Aburame more time to focus on their things, like increasing the amount if chakra in their system. To ensure that they stay healthy, Aburame are encouraged to eat as much protein and Vit C possible every day, whether it be meat, beans, lentils, eggs, oranges, tomatoes, or even supplements as times modernize. The dermis is living tissue and as long as debridement/tunneling is going on, it needs to be nourished as much as possible.

I don't know how the hell Aburame deal with the obvious drainage that would be coming from their bodies, assuming the dermal layer really is free game for the Kikaichu. But the magical solution is that... they don't? Because... drainage is minimal. The Kikaichu just do such a good job lol. Maybe they purposefully... carve entrances to be flappy, or they purposefully create pocket spaces underneath seemingly healed areas of skin to easily burst open when necessary. That's the biggest thing for me, leaking body fluids. There's no way around that shit besides straight up denial lol Maybe they wear a special kind of dressing underneath their clothes, or that's directly applied with their clothes. Maybe that's what that cute little backpack is filled with, who knows!!

Idk man. I'm sure the Aburame authority forces encourages many of their non-hive members to pursue medical nin training in order to give the clan more privacy in general too. All medics that claim the Aburame name are exclusively used by the Aburame Clan. A non-Aburame medic may end up healing tunnels and burrows that were meant to stay open because "oops" and now you have an X amount of insects possibly suffocating within a completely sealed pocket of the skin, and also now there's a very good chance that after those insects die, that whole area is gonna frickin' abscess and cause infection induced tunnels the longer it's left alone and GROSS THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! THERE IS A DELICATE, ORGANIZED, SELF-SUFFICENT PROCESS TO ALL THIS!! A PROCESS!!!

Like... the other ninja in the NartVerse can make as many jokes, jabs, and comments about the Aburame as they please (INO? BITCH??? but to be honest I still love her lol). But these MFers are constantly playing Russian Roulette with these high maintenance demon spawn from hell, and there are VERY little defences against Kikaichu, virtually none. Like the only thing I've ever seen actively thwart Kikaichu across all media is killing them with mass fire, countering them with large amounts of poison gas (both very exterminator like) or literally just feeding them chakra until they're so stupid full, they can't move, the little gluttons. As far as genjutsu, it's been stated that it's both effective and ineffective, so idk about that. But the Aburame are just SO set up to be the living breathing embodiment of Shinobi as defined by the NartVerse. They're whole clan culture relies on the threat of enemies. If they have no enemies, the whole relationship is an exhausting endeavor for literally no reason. It's not worth it if there's no one to fight or protect! But when there is a threat, you want them on YOUR side.

I suppose the best bet is to incapacitate the Aburame individual asap and the Kikaichu will tend the individual, making escape easier. But, if you DID manage to kill that Aburame right away, that particular Aburame's swarm is now suddenly without its food source and without restraint.

What do you THINK is gonna happen, bro?? The second an Aburame loses their grip on their consciousness due to external influences, the bugs go bonkers because I'm pretty sure Kikaichu are simply persuaded to be in this relationship and have NO tolerance for bullshit like alcohol and overheating temps. If their Aburame dies, they probably cause just as much chaos as they would as a wild, unattended swarm. Then YOU BETTER HAVE fire or poison gas or SOMETHING handy. The only way to calm them down is to offer them chakra and a new host with equal or even more chakra reserves. Otherwise the mutineers must be eradicated.

And for serious... Like, any deeper and the kikaichu would be in the hypodermal/subcutaneous layer of the skin and that's where a lot of connective tissue is located. Let's NOT mess with that shit, shall we? NOT a good idea. It's called connective tissue for a reason first and foremost...

#tis i #anime: naruto #shino aburame #aburame shino #if you need me to tag something lemme know #i wouldn't know exactly what to tag #i bet medics DREAD having to work on Aburame because their situations are so complex haha.#the best medic for an aburame would be a hyuuga clansman.#otherwise it's just gonna have to resolve itself cuz if they're unconscious #they can't help you help them

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cannibal-witchh · 3 years

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"I'm No Hero, Lady"

Reader(fem) x Carlos Oliveira

Written by cannibal_witchh

Contains: Violence, gore, vulgar language, some fluff

Notes: I previously wrote a fluff fanfic about Carlos snuggling the reader in bed during a storm. The reader had a nightmare about the past which was the incident in Racoon City. This is the scenario that occurred when the reader is saved by Carlos before the end up together.

The previous story:

The city was cast in flames, the fire resembled an angry ocean of embers, quickly devouring collapsing buildings and destroyed vehicles. The decaying humans once recognizable, slowly met the fate of existing as the undead, as putrefing skin consumed them. There were several minutes of sickening screams, gnashing of teeth, buildings crumbling, and the blazing of an angry sea of heat. And the following after that was stilled silence, painful, vacant, lifeless, and numbing. The air almost seemed heavy, ears desperate and clawing for a sound to be stirred.

Several hours had past since a violent rage of a deadly pandemic disturbed Racoon City. You had been locked away in your supervisor's office at the museum, alone and terrified. You possessed no expierence in defense, you were simply a staff member of the local museum. It wasn't until an unfamiliar face offered you help, it was an incredibly risky gamble to take, but it was either be supposedly 'saved' or stay under a desk in a poorly protected office for however long.

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to stay close to me, there's too many of those freaks roaming around, and from the little knowledge disclosed they are very contagious. A bite, maybe a scratch, will cause a nasty infection.", Carlos informed as you nervously followed closely behind. He was leading you through the south wing of the museum where the dinosaur fossils were displayed. It was eerie, the entire large room completely in darkness, and Carlos' gun light being the only illumination you both had. " Relax, I took all these fuckers out already. You're safe, lady. " he looked over his shoulder at you and gave a warm grin. It was hard to find complete emotional relief but he certainly was charming. His shaggy dark hair brushing on his forehead and above his brown eyes, his olive muscular figure, and his scruffy beard. He definitely was handsome and unusually young to be working in this field. " How many of them were there?", you whispered, darting your eyes all around the room, examining for any movement or noise.

" Maybe twenty, there wasn't too many."

" What about how many survivors you and your team found?"

" Sadly, just fifteen. Either civilians refused help and barricaded themselves in. Or they were found too late and turned into one of those monsters."

" That's awful.", you felt the sting of reality flood through your body. Just fifteen. You continued pacing attentively behind him as he held his rifle close against his chest. "Walk carefully over here, this is where I had to clear a group of them out.", he muttered as you both managed to enter the corridor leaving the fossil room. There were adleast ten dead bodies scattered along the ground. Gore staining the white tiles, the stench of expiration filling the narrow hall, and decoral tarnished and destroyed everywhere. Discomposure deluged your body, you froze, standing idle, and quivering. It was an electric feeling of absolute fear that paralyzed you. You would have to maneuver around carcuses that could still possibly be alive, and you were not in proper attire to protect yourself at all from their attacks. You dressed in a tight grey houndstooth pencil skirt, and a silk mint collared blouse. Definitely not fit for an apocalypse. Carlos turned facing you, realizing you had stopped following him. His expression was serious for a few seconds, and a few times he would glance behind him confirming nothing was there. " C'mon, Y/N, we don't have much time." He beckoned

" I can't, I'm afraid."

"I cleared all this hallway, I promise. I won't let them hurt you.'

"I'm sorry Carlos. I'm too afraid...", you admitted with humiliation.

" Lady, ugh...don't hit me ok?", he playfully smiled and swung his rifle around his back. He plodded over to you and quietly scooped you up against his chest. He let out a awkward giggle and started to regain his balance with your weight. For someone who just witnessed this horrible pandemic, killed the undead, and did this independently he sure was calm. It was comforting, though. "Sorry, but I'm not leaving you behind nor am I wasting time.", he glanced over at you, making brief eye contact. His eyes were soft, it didn't display the slightest fear, and his hair swayed side to side above his gentle eyes. For someone roaming around in rubble, blood, and sweat, his aroma smelled wonderful. He smelled of spices and his own sweat. It was strange but he didn't smell too bad. Carlos coggled back ahead, carefully stepping over corpses, and just as he promised, they really were all dead. Occasionally, he would bounce you up to gain more security when holding you. You draped your arms tightly around his neck to stay supported. His breathing was slow and quiet against your face as he carried you closer and closer to the exit. " Do me a favor, please. Please watch my back.", he requested finally making it to the exit. The exit sign flickered red, static occasionally sparking from the sign, and shimmering down onto the ground. You looked over Carlos' shoulder and with your relief, nothing was there. No rustles and no movements. Carlos was struggling to open the door, he continued to press against the bar of the wide door a few times until he finally gave up. " Fuck!", he quietly shouted as he stepped back from the door. He took a few more steps back until he had a little space between the door and him. He lifted his foot up and kicked out the door. The door rattled loudly and swung wide open. " Thank God,", he sighed in relief as he transported you outside the museum.

"OK, ok, you can let me go. Sorry, for the trouble. ", you bashfully removed your arms from over his neck, and he slowly lowered you to your feet. "Didn't like being held, huh? I'm just kidding, let's keep going.", he teased as he began walking down the alongated museum alleyway. The two of you had finally made it out of the museum, and the alleyways seemed relatively tame. There wasn't too many corpses lurking down it. And the ones that did approach the two of you, Carlos would resolve with a knife to their skull and quickly they would collapse. He tried not to resolve issues with his gun unless it was when it was absolutely out of control. A few minutes of carefully walking down the backstreet, there was an abrupt crash of shattering glass behind you. It startled you and you immediately drew your eyes to the direction of the loud sound. " C-Carlos...", you stuttered backing away in terror. The virus effected animals too. A large dog had launched itself out of the window, snarling and foaming blood from between its teeth. He stood in an agressively pose, not removing its eyes on Carlos or you. " Try staying quiet, Y/N. We don't need to attract more attention."

"P-p....please shoot it..", your eyes watered on the verge of a break down.

The dog darted forward directly at you, something yanked at your wrist pulling you backwards. Carlos had grabbed you leading you both into a full on sprint. " I don't want to fire off in such a small space. I'm not sure if other freaks are around and they'll go towards the sound. We have to be careful." He quickly clarified, dragging you by the wrist to the very end of the alley. The dog continued racing towards the two of you, snarling and barking loudly. "Carlos!!!", the dog jumped forward at you, nearly biting your arm but a bullet dove forward directly into its skull. The dog flew backwards in a pained whimper. " Shit!", Carlos cursed in frustration, he moved his head around examining all directions. " Fuck, fuck, fuck...we gotta go!", he gripped your wrist and began to guide the both of you back towards the middle of the alley. The dead had be drawn to all the barking and the gun shot. Unfortunately, a group was forming on both ends of the alleyway, and blocking any escape. " Y/N, look! ", a broken fire escape ladder hung in the middle of the alley, it was the absolute only opportunity to escape. Carlos squated down, holding his hands together to give you a boost up to it. " Go, go, go, ", he chanted trying to sound as hopeful as he could. You hoped up and grabbed the ladder, with as much strength as you could gather, you began to pull yourself up. The swarm of creatures got closer and closer and you feared for Carlos' safety. Come on climb already! He jumped as high as he could, latching on to the ladder, and pulling himself quickly up. He let out multiple gasps of air in exhaustion and then gestured with his head to continue climbing all the way up. "Let's get all the way up, away from these fuck faces!", you both felt rattling from the fire escape with each step and climb you both took. You felt unsecure having your weight, Carlos', and his equipment. Within a few minutes of climbing up very high, you both managed to get to the roof of the building. Carlos immediately dropped his gun to the ground and laid on his back. For minutes, he laid there breathing heavily as if he ran a marathon. You walked a few feet away from him, dropping to the ground, and covering your face in your palms. So many emotions churned inside your mind, you were exhausted, terrified, confused, and livid. What was going on? Tears began collecting in your eyes, you failed to suppress the tense emotions clenching your chest, your body quivering in shock, and you began to fall apart in your own hands.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Are you hurt?", a large hand squeezed your shoulder.

" No..., I just, I dont know if I can take all this.", you sniffed continuing to conceal your face away from Carlos'. You felt his large arms wrap around you, pulling you close against him, and he rested his head against your's. " I get it. I'm scared shitless too. But you know what, we aren't doing so bad. We've survived this long."

" I only survived because you decided to be a hero and save me! I would've died on my own. I'm useless!", you cried, feeling tears escape between your finger tips. "Woah, no, you aren't useless. Its not like every other day a random pandemic hits and you get used to this stuff. I've never dealt with this shit before in my life. This is new. Everyone is just trying to survive, you made it on your own for hours with no help. Don't be so hard on yourself." Carlos brushed his large hands against your arms trying his best to calm you. He wasn't exactly great with words but you could tell he tried to make effort. You lowered your hands, revealing your tired red eyes, your face sticky and hot from crying. You felt embarrassed but it was just so difficult to keep it together. " We are almost out of here, chin up.", he grinned, squeezing you against him warmly. " T-Thank you, I'm so sorry you're putting up with my shit.", you glanced from the corner of your eyes at him, too embarrassed to completely turn over to show your reddened face. " Stop. Look at me.", you obeyed his request, although it was hard, you turned to face him. " This is what I'm here for. I want to help and I am happy to help you. Its a plus that you're a cute lady running around in a pencil skirt too. " He teased patting the top of your head, ruffling your hair and giving a light hearted giggle.

Unexpectedly, Carlos' walkie talkie beeped and static flooded through for a brief moment. " Carlos, where are you? Are you alive?"

"Tyrell, I'm alive, surprisingly. I'm up on a roof across Racoon City's museum with one survivor."

"Good! I hadn't heard from you for hours wanted to make sure you weren't having too much fun. So you only found one survivor?"

"Just one. I looked in several areas in the B territory but either the survivors were barricading themselves and uncooperative or turning."

" Shit, well, the boss man says we have to make this our last run. Things are getting bad and we are borderline at max capacity. Hurry up! I will stall."

There was a beep following static and it then it ended. " Looks, like we have to go. I have to take you to the exit we made. There will be a bus and they will take you far from this city to safety."

"What about you? You make it sound like you're not coming?"

"My commands remain. I have to stay."

You felt your cheeks buzz with heat, he was directed to remain?

****

Carlos and you had waited on the roof top for adleast half an hour. He had given Tyrell an update before the two of you finally climbed down the ladder. Luckily, all the zombies had migrated else where. The two of you quietly hurried, it took nearly another fourty minutes before you finally saw a buses gathered by an exit. It was filled with a civilians, and surrounded by military workers. You felt relief hit you, as you saw other evidence of survivors and humanity. You looked over at Carlos, he turned to face you completely, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. "It was a pleasure helping you.", he smiled, squeezing your shoulder as he walked you to the bus. A doctor on his team examined you for any signs of infections before you boarded, thankfully, you were ok. Thanks to Carlos. You entered the bus and turned around to properly depart from Racoon City, and to depart from your hero. " Thank you, Carlos. You really are a hero.", you smiled displaying truely appreciation. Carlos chuckled for a second and shook his head. " I'm no hero, lady. Hopefully, I see you around. Hopefully, still running around in a cute pencil skirt! ", he winked playfully, as blush scattered across his face and your's. Was he flirting with you? "Just try finding me at museum then. Well, thank you, Carlos. Really. Thank you.", you leaned forward and pecked his cheek.

"Until then."

The bus door closed, and you moved to your seat. You watched as the bus began to leave, your eyes fixed on Carlos, as your view grew smaller and smaller of the city and him. You hoped maybe one day you would see him again. You hoped your hero would survive this. You believed he would.

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