#'i feel like i could eat the world raw' and 'i will kill you and eat you raw'

[thefunniestguy]

"i feel like i could eat the world raw."

#also smth smth about a line from one of the happiest moments of achilles' life paralleling a line from the saddest moment of his life #'i feel like i could eat the world raw' and 'i will kill you and eat you raw' #damn . achill #i can't say it #i was gonna make a joke . about raw things . yknow #sorry sorry . i've been up for longer than usual . please don't mind me #tsoa #the song of achilles #greek mythology #achilles #patroclus #patrochilles #i hope the ancient greeks are proud that some 18 year old queer some thousands of years later is drawing fanart of their guys #I KEEP ALMOST FORGETTING MY NORMAL ART TAGS . #my art #digital art #fanart #tsoa fanart #patrochilles fanart #AND FINALLY . if anyone sees this PLEAAAASE ignore my shit handwriting

[iamasaddie]

quit it

paring: Joel Miller x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 1,3k~ warnings: ER; explicit sexual content; mentions of smoking; oral [m receiving]; light dirty talk; not beta-ed; no use of y/n a/n: something I whipped up right now as I'm struggling to quit smoking and I know Joel would find the right way to help me. dedicated to my chère @milla-frenchy i love you and i believe in you <3 MASTERLIST

"You know that shit is bad for you, baby."

"Oh, come on Joel, just this last one, I am going to die if I don't smoke right now."

You felt your lips itching for a burn of a filter, your lungs needing the smoke feeling them. You'd been smoking for the last ten years, deciding to quit cold turkey when you got to Jackson. Smoking was a nervous habit, something you picked up instead of biting your nails and chewing your lips raw. You felt good about yourself the first day, proud that you could go 24 hours without even thinking of a poorly wrapped cig that you were used to in the post-apocalyptic world, but now, as your two day streak hit, you weren't so sure you could make it. 

Your mood worsened with every hour, everything seemed to piss you off, the last straw was when Joel asked you what was for dinner and you told him to go fuck himself before breaking down in tears. He knew it wasn't you talking, he went through the same bullshit himself, even though his was thirty years earlier and accompanied by as many nicotine patches as the town's drugstore could provide. You weren't so lucky, but he was focused on helping you out.

"You know, the thing that makes you want to smoke is oral fixation."

You raised your eyebrows at him incredulously. What kind of scientific bullshit was that? What made you want to smoke was some kind of shit that made you addicted to cigarettes, it wasn't a fixation.

"Trust me, baby. You know I've been through that before. That's what the doctor told me, you just need to find a thing to fixate on, and you'll forget all about smoking."

He nodded, as if to make his words sound more trustworthy. You were still doubting, though, it kinda sounded like a load of crap. If quitting was so easy, why were people in the QZ ready to all but kill for a pack of fresh cigs?

"So what do you suggest I fixate on?" You asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Some people eat snacks, like chips, or carrots." You punched his shoulder, and he whined leaning away from you on the couch you shared.

"Joel, where the fuck am I supposed to get chips? And it's not the season for carrots, plus Jackson is pretty comfortable, I know, but there's no way people will give me extra snacks just so I don't start smoking. We still have food rations," he scratched his beard, and you sighed. You were doomed. You scrambled to stand up and go to your secret stash of smokes that you hid behind the cupboard, but Joel quickly grabbed your wrist, making you fall into his chest. 

"There is another way." His voice dropped low, a cadence you weren't used to hearing in the middle of the day, and you felt your body's usual reaction to his rasp. Heat started pooling in your lower belly, for a moment you forgot why you even started to get up.

"Yeah?" You turned your face to him, your lips almost connecting. "And what's that."

"How about you get on your pretty knees and I'll give you something to occupy your greedy mouth with?"

You raised your eyebrows, chuckling when you saw him keeping the same expression on his face.

"Now you're just making up stuff to have your dick sucked, old man."

"Just entertain me, if I'm wrong I'll go bring you a pack myself."

You considered it. It was a win-win for you either way. If he was right, you'd be rid of your bad habit and satiate the already burning need for your man. If he was wrong, you'd still get to have him, and enjoy a smoke without an accusatory glare from him. You shrugged your shoulders, slowly lowering yourself between his thighs. God, when you took your place there, nothing besides having his thick cock in your mouth as soon as possible crossed your mind. Maybe he was right. 

You made a quick work of his pants and boxers under his intense stare. Joel didn't say a word, just lifted his hips helping him free his stiff cock. It desperately begged for your attention and you felt saliva pooling in your mouth at the mere sight of his beautiful tan shaft surrounded by salt and pepper curls around the base, the tip of him dark red and shining with his interest already.

"Come on, honey, take a drag, I see how much you want it."

He wasn't wrong. You hated how he was never wrong. You lowered your mouth, letting a fat drop of saliva lather his dick and he hissed as soon as it touched his burning skin. You didn’t wait for long, letting his pulsing head breach your lips and you both moaned at the intrusion. No cigarette in the world tastes as good as Joel’s precum erecting your tastebuds. He was salty, and you pushed him further down into your mouth, sucking on his steel-hard shaft like you would on a cigarette filter. He was way thicker, though. The girth of him pleasantly stretching your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue as you started bobbing your head up and down slowly. Fuck, he had a point. His taste, the smooth texture of his cock gliding along your tongue and punching bruises into your throat gave you more pleasure than the toxic fumes filling up your lungs.

Joel groaned, placing his hand on your head, and making you take more of him down your throat. "Good girl, just like that. We’ll get you addicted to sucking my cock and you won’t ever think about the damn smokes."

You were already addicted to his cock, had been for some time, but the sound of his fucked out voice made you squirm, wetness pooling in your panties as you started moving faster. Your lips got tighter around him while your tongue caressed the sensitive underside of him. You hummed, delighted in the way he started throbbing, your mind focused on one thing only: his cum down your throat. Fuck, the way he opened up your throat shoving more of him down it until you felt his coarse hair tickling your nose. You stayed like that for a moment, breathing through your nose and letting him feel how your throat contracted around his cock, milking him. "Good - fuckk- good job, baby, gonna fill you all the way up. Every last bit of you, won’t leave a spot for smoke, just gonna be full of my cum."

He gritted his teeth, words coming out slurred, and you brought your hands to his balls, squeezing the tensed up flesh gently and rolling it in your palm. He didn’t have a chance to warn you,  just pushed your head off a little, leaving only the pulsing head in your mouth as he filled it with the salty load of him. Fuck, it was a mouthful, like he’d been keeping it for a few days, just waiting for this moment. You felt it pooling on your tongue, cementing the crevices behind your teeth, filling your mouth up like smoke. Joel’s chest heaved and he looked down at you, the last drops of his cum dripping from the head and staining your lips in milky white. He took his hand off your head, cupping your cheek. 

"Swallow." You let his load travel down your throat, finding its rightful place inside you. "Good girl."

You placed your head on his thigh, looking up at him and seeing in his eyes that he was far from done with you.

"You know I hate it when you’re right." You pouted.

Joel just laughed, collecting an escaped drop of his cum from the corner of your lips and pushing it back into your welcoming mouth.

***

Two days have passed before you felt the familiar pang of need in your lungs. You were enjoying the mild autumn weather when the itch returned. Without giving it a second thought you hurried back home, finding Joel in the process of cooking you dinner. Taking your hat on the go, you scurried to the kitchen and Joel turned to the sound of your thumping boots.

"Take off your pants, Joel."

tell me in the comments if you liked what you just read <3

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x y/n #iamasaddie fic #pedro pascal fic

[iamumbra195]

Random One Piece incorrect quotes cause I'm bored

Some of these are modern au though

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

*Sanji's not there*

Usopp: HELP! I TOLD LUFFY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Zoro, pouring alcohol directly into a cereal bowl:

Zoro: And you thought I could help?

...

Luffy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nami : Wasn't Zoro with you?

Zoro: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised

...

Law: I trust Mugiwara-ya.

Penguin: You think he knows what he's doing?

Law: I wouldn't go that far.

...

Sabo: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Ace, confused: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Sabo: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Luffy: edible

...

Nami: We need to get through this locked door. Usopp, give me your credit card.

Usopp: Here.

Nami, pocketing it: Thanks. Luffy, kick down the door.

...

Chopper: You know those things will kill you, right?

Zoro, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Sanji, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Luffy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

...

Robin: Why is Luffy so sad?

Nami: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Robin: And...?

Nami: He got Buggy

*Zoro cackling in the background

...

Zoro: Self care is actually getting into fights with randos in dark alleys.

Nami: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Kin'emon, trying to be poetic: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Usopp: Lmao self care is taking Luffy's birthday meat cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Luffy: If you touch my meat cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Sanji, losing his mind: WHY IS THERE FROSTING ON MEAT?

...

Franky, about Jinbe: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Robin: Are we stealing them?

Brook: New or used?

Franky, cackling: Wonderful responses, both of you.

...

Smoker: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Sanji: Shit.

Usopp: Wait, three?

Smoker: Yeah?

Nami: OH MY GOD ZORO FELL OFF!!!

...

Kin'emon: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.

Ashura: Is it me?

Kin'emon: No, it’s not you.

Denjiro: Is it me, Kin?

Kin'emon: It’s not you either.

Kanjuro: Is it me, Kin'emon?

Kin'emon, bleeding from several debilitating injuries:

Kin'emon, mockingly: Is IT mE kiN'eMOn?

...

Usopp: Can I be frank with you guys?

Luffy, confused: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Chopper: Can I still be Chopper?

Franky, snickering: Shh, let Frank speak.

...

Sabo: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Koala: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Sabo: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ROBIN-CHAN WITH ME

Hack, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

...

Law, walking into his submarine: Hello, people who do not belong here.

Zoro: Hey.

Sanji: Hi.

Robin: Hello.

Chopper: Hey!

Law: I gave you my vivre card for emergencies only!

Luffy, grinning: We were out of meat.

...

Sanji: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Luffy, drinking meat: Why do you say that?

...

Zoro: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nami: I only take cash or credit.

...

Koala: Why are you on the floor?

Sabo: I'm depressed.

Sabo: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ivankov, please.

...

Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

*everyone looks ay Karasu

Karasu: What? How am I supposed to know?

Lindbergh: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Karasu: *sighs*

Karasu: You wouldn't be trapped

...

Vivi: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Nami: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Vivi: Yes!

Usopp: ... I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

...

Usopp: WHY. why did you give Luffy a KNIFE?!

Zoro, shrugging: He said he felt unsafe.

Usopp: Now I feel unsafe!

Zoro: ... would you like a knife?

...

Dragon: What did you do with the target's body?

Sabo : What didn’t I do with the body?

Dragon:

Sabo: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

...

Luffy, texting Ace: Ace! Help I’m being kidnapped

Ace: Where are you?

Luffy: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Ace: I’ll call Gramps.

Garp, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Ace: Where’s Luffy? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.

Garp: Luffy? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me-

Garp, who shaved his head:

Garp: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Garp: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Luffy: WHO ARE YOU?!

...

*Ace, Sabo and Luffy sitting in jail together*

Sabo: So who should we call?

Ace: I’d call Gramps, but I feel safer in jail

...

Roger: Garp, my old arch enemy.

Garp: ... I thought I was your only arch enemy?

Roger: I have a life outside of you, Garp

...

Zoro: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Luffy: The cow???

Zoro: What?

Sanji: *disgusted shudder* LUFFY, W H Y?

...

Usopp: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 billion berry?

Zoro: Nami can stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house and erase my debt

Luffy: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 billion.

Zoro: Good thinking.

...

Kin'emon: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Denjiro: You were flirting with O'Tsuru.

Kin'emon: So what? She's my wife.

Denjiro: You asked her if she were single.

Kin'emon:

Denjiro: And then you cried when she said she wasn't

...

Marco: What time is it?

Ace: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Ace: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Izou: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Ace, proudly: It’s 2 am

...

Luffy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Law: You people already know too much about me.

Kidd: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

...

Sabo, an enabler: Tell Ace about the birds and the bees.

Luffy: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

...

Brook: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

...

Zoro: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

...

Law: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Bepo: Captain, no.

...

Law: Nothing in life is free.

Chopper: Love is free!

Luffy: Adventure is free!

Robin: Knowledge is free.

Nami: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

...

Usopp: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Luffy will and will not eat.

Franky: Grass? Yes!

Usopp: Moss? Yes!!

Franky: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Usopp: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Franky: Worms? Sometimes!

Usopp: Rocks? Usually nah.

Franky: Twigs? Usually!

Usopp: Zoro's cooking? Inconclusive!

Chopper: How did you… test this?

Usopp: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Chopper: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Nami: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT?

Robin: What about humans? He tried to eat Crocodile once

Everyone: ...

Usopp: I think I might be too afraid to ask

(Someone pls draw this one XD)

...

Betty: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Koala: *turning to Sabo* How tall are you?

...

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

That's it, this took forever to write lol

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #sabo #portgas d ace #koala #roronoa zoro #nami #black leg sanji #usopp #nico robin #franky #brook one piece #tony tony chopper #jinbe #trafalgar law #one piece incorrect quotes #asl brothers #strawhat pirates #heart pirates #revolutionary army #whitebeard pirates #akazaya nine #there's like a hundred others but I'm too lazy to tag them

[satorkive]

THE BOY OF MY DREAMS! :: OMG

you noticed that gojo seemed to be around you nowadays.

when you had a bad time because of a lesson you couldn’t understand. when you felt like crying because the world seemed to be against you. when you didn’t have enough energy to deal with the world.

gojo was there for you. he was the one who became a worrier about you. he was the one who made an effort to make you smile like you eat the sun raw and make you laugh like bells cheering for happiness.

not that geto and shoko didn’t make an effort. they also checked on you and you were grateful, but gojo was just… different.

when you noted the attention gojo had on you, you feared that shoko snitched on you about the feelings you have for gojo.

(“apparently, it’s because he’s starting to fall in love with you.”

“yeah, right.”)

he came running anytime to you. no matter how far away he was, he would come back quickly as soon as possible. he would just show up without pretending he was busy about something. he wouldn’t make excuses and just see you.

you really didn’t know what to make of it and it’s killing you. and your heart. and your mind. you definitely felt like going crazy, that’s for sure.

he invaded your system with him and him alone.

“you fallin’ in love with me now, gojo?” you asked in a teasing manner.

his round glasses slid into his nose as his exquisite blue eyes gazed at you with unreadable emotion.

“and if i am?”

no way. no fucking way.

“oh my god?”

with a breathtaking smirk and cocky walk, he left you speechless in your room. you didn’t know what to feel. you wanted to scream, to run laps, or to smooch his pretty face at the same time.

you could see your heart glowing and you would not sleep in a wink with that revelation.

“damn you, gojo satoru!”

#🫧 — riri’s love letters! #satoru: hype boy #i love ‘toru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru #gojo x reader

[primoredial-jade]

heartbeat

“ my heart's on fire for your love. “

pairings: childe x gn!reader

cw: awkward / wholesome love confession confrontations, spoilers of liyue’s archon quest, reader is a medic, reader has hair long enough to put behind ear, reader resides in liyue, few mentions of light injuries and wariness of death, childe calls reader “doc’” 

a/n: i had finished this and left it in the drafts from over a year ago! this is an alternative story i wrote for a prompt didi ( @monocaelia ) sent me for a drabble i wrote called to be in love, and i guess i totally went a different route for that one. hope you enjoy this one as well!!!

“i don’t get paid nearly enough for this.” 

the harbinger has the audacity to chuckle under his breath, leaning further back into the examination table with one of his hands covering his eye. he keeps his voice light despite the apparent discomfort he’s in. 

“don’t worry, doc’. i could offer a little donation to show my gratitude, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

you can’t help the exasperated, heaving sigh that escapes your mouth. you knew his pockets ran deep, but you weren’t being serious. had it been anyone else, you would have kept quiet to maintain your professionalism, but with childe, this all went out the window. 

being a disciple of baizhu and gui at the renowned bubu pharmacy of liyue, you were prone to getting oddball patients every now and then. having to resuscitate a boy from nearly dying eating jueyun chili’s here, selling medicinal herbs to a woman that ate them raw on the spot there.

but truly, no one was as odd as childe. 

as a medical professional, you couldn’t just turn away a patient if they needed your help. the first time he turned up to the pharmacy with cuts and bruises all over in search of painkillers, you had an inkling who he was aligned with based off of the colors of his outfit alone, never mind the fact that he was obviously a foreigner. 

at that time, liyue harbor had only just survived osial’s attack, and word had gotten around that the fatui had much to do with it. while you remained as concise with your words as possible when handing him the bottle of painkillers, you could not repress the urge to make the passive-aggressive question that, 

“it really is a shame that some renowned factions, despite their cunning in their quest for world domination, do not have professional resident medics on standby. don’t you think?” 

you probably should have been killed on the spot for making such a crass comment. as his eyes rose to slowly meet your own, you found a deep sea torrent of both interest and fascination instead of anger. it had taken you aback, but you kept your chin held high.

needless to say, childe’s interest was piqued. 

he had begun to make it a habit to visit at least once every two days. granted, he really was injured or needed medicine when he dropped by, and you were definitely not happy about it; not only because it was him, but because you didn’t necessarily like to have regulars in this type of job. seeing the same patients, even if it was childe, getting hurt over and over again didn’t do your heart any favors.

sometimes, you would seriously consider if he got himself injured on purpose just to see you.

he initiated small talk during your examinations, and while at first you were curt and to the point, he managed to weasel his way past your walls. little by little, you were falling prone to his undeniable charm.

his stupid grin and quirk of his brow when you made an offhand comment made your pulse quicken, his dumb jokes that you didn’t understand unless you were snezhnayan still made you crack a smile, and the fact that he was always honest with you– you were beginning to tolerate him. maybe, more than you had anticipated.

it wasn’t like you were dumb. you could feel the longing looks he gave while you tended to his shallow wounds, his methods of finding cheeky ways to retain your attention for longer, the way he openly talked about his family. fatui don’t reveal personal information like that to just anybody.

today, it seemed as if he had gotten hit in the face with a dirtbomb from treasure hoarders, judging by the dirtied spots on his clothes. some of it must have gotten in his eye.

“i’m not even specialized in optometry,” you mumble, but he shrugs his shoulders innocently, disregarding your comment entirely.

“so long as you can help me see again, it doesn’t matter to me,” he answers easily.

“let me, then,” you urge in a quiet hush, peeling his hand away from his eye.

he has it still scrunched up in discomfort, and you can see the defensive tears from that eye covering the expanse of his face. while you know he isn’t necessarily crying voluntarily, it still brings a pang to your chest.

with the knowledge that he’s a capable fighter with a pain tolerance that is unrivaled, yet even just a little dirt can incapacitate him– it shocks you. at the end of the day, he was human, just like you.

and if he wasn’t so lucky the next time, it could even get in both of his eyes. who knows what would transpire on the battlefield next. he could… lose.

you’re clearly shaken up by your thoughts, and childe waves his free hand over your face, amusement clear on his expression.

“i didn’t come to one of the best pharmacy’s in teyvat to get spaced out on,” his tone softens, sounding more serious, “i’m fine, trust me. nothing to worry about, see?”

he gives a charming half-smile, and you resist the urge to pinch his cheek in retaliation.

“i’m going to flush it out. don’t force yourself to open it, but if you feel the discomfort easing up, just do it slowly,” you instruct, taking a bowl of clean water to his side.

childe, usually one to make more joking complaints, is uncharacteristically compliant with your demands. the room is quiet as he lets you pour the cool water over his eye, and slowly but surely, he opens it up again.

it’s red-rimmed and has seen better days, but you let out a hushed sigh of relief knowing that it’s still functioning fine from what you can tell so far.

“does it still hurt?” you ask, taking a towel and gently wiping away the wetness of the water on his face. it feels… oddly domestic, somehow.

childe shakes his head no, but squints up at you. “not really, but it’s still a little blurry.”

you hum, sliding closer to his face to get a better look, assessing it for a final time just to make sure.

this close, you can feel his breath fanning across your face. it distracts you, but not nearly as much as the endless pools of blue that are staring right into your own. it should unnerve you, the way they don’t sparkle like anyone else’s would, but it doesn’t.

his eyes flicker all across your face, and you feel heat rising up your neck.

once you nod in affirmation and pull away, it’s only then do you realize the flustered state that you left him in. he’s fidgeting, hands clenched into loose fists and ears pinking. you give him a funny look, unable to suppress a smirk.

“it looks fine to me, childe. thankfully it does not look like there will be lasting damage, but you should really see a qualified optometrist, so–“

“i have to tell you something.” he interrupts, looking bashful. you’re immediately on high alert. childe is never bashful.

“childe, i’m still on the clock,” you remind, already having some idea of what he might have to say.

“then consider this a… a patient telling you about their life, or something,” he finishes lamely, chuckling nervously. you can only chew on your lip in anticipation, blood pounding in your ears.

“well, i...” he takes a breath, “i think... well. i’m in love with a nurse,” ajax admits, posture suddenly straightening, confident. “i have been in love with them for a while now, actually. so… if i were to confess, how do you think they would react?” he purses his lips in anticipation at your response.

despite his unwavering voice, his red ears indicate how he really feels in this moment. he’s cute, you think. you briefly hold eye contact, smirking when he is the one to break it. it brings you a sick sense of pride to see such a powerful man brought to his knees from something like this.

he looks definitively taken aback at the airy chuckle you give, responding, “ah, i see.”

now he is really confused. “i– what?” he sputters, eyes darting over your face to get a read on you. 

the quirk in your brow, the knowing smile you have on your face. really, looking at how beautiful you look in this moment only confirms his feelings. 

the cogs in his brain are turning every which way, until finally, it clicks. he brings up a hand to his forehead, letting out a low grumble of embarrassment. with zero shame, he pulls you toward him by your wrist and leans his head against your shoulder. allowing him this brief moment of reprieve, you bring up a hand to card through his hair.

“you knew?” he asks, clearly ashamed at his lack of finesse. you snort, pulling away slightly to meet his eyes.

“well, you haven’t exactly been discreet…” 

he can only bury his head into your shoulder again, completely flushed.

“okay, well,” his breath tickles your skin as you give another chuckle, “i’ll ask again. how do you think this nurse would react?”

pulling completely away from him, you point up at the clock. he huffs, unhappy with your consistency to uphold professionalism.

“maybe you should ask this nurse in another hour after their shift is over.”

childe rolls his eyes. “alright, alright. then i hope this nurse will be happy to meet me at wanmin’s restaurant with their answer– i will only be expecting good things.” 

he laughs the entire way you shoo him out, and only eases up to lean down and tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“i’ll see you soon, doc’.”

#omg i forgot i even wrote this #it’s not my favoriteeee thing i’ve ever wrote but i figured i needed to let it out lolol #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #childe fluff #genshin impact #reader insert #scenario #childe | primoredial-jade #didi * ੈ♡‧₊˚

[inkskinned]

i. there's this phrase: bloom where you are planted.

ii. something i should maybe talk to my therapist about is that all of my daydreams involve me helping people. when i picture meeting celebrities, i'm usually just suggesting therapy to them. there's just not a lot left for me to get out of this world, i feel like - like with this time left i might as well use it for kindness.

iii. according to the gardening map, i was raised in Zone 6 of plant hardiness. i think that's kind of funny. i am good with plants, and keep too-many of them. i learned young about the colors of hydrangeas - how you cant tell the pH of the soil by it.

iv. they tore down both of the schools i attended as a kid. most of the forests we walked in have been turned into apartment complexes. there's nothing really left of the places i've been.

v. tumbleweeds are liminal things - they are carcasses that carry their seeds along with them. a plant that evolved to move. we have so much to learn about nature, and the way that happenstance creates miracles. can you imagine the beauty of that? i think so often about how the roots of a tree often take up the same shape and circumference of its branches. i think so much about carnivorous plants; those that eat with no stomach. about where plants store their "knowledge."

vi. i'm not going to write about who i was or what i did to myself before i left. only three things, which will make sense if you are the type of person i buried in that ditch. the first is that i ended up getting tattoos to cover it. the second is that setting boundaries still makes me uneasy. and the third is that i am constantly shocked at the fact i have actually made it to the place where i'm happy.

vii. there's this ongoing joke amongst those of us who keep plants: you don't really get a say in whether or not the plant wants to be dead. i'm excellent at orchids, but i kill every ivy i've ever met. i have been rotating one particular rescue plant around my apartment, trying to figure out what exactly is the right amount of sun for it. the truth is that sometimes things will never survive being kept.

viii. i used to daydream about joining the circus. about an alien abduction. i used to picture meeting celebrities and whispering please fucking get me out of this. did you know the quote originally came from a bishop? when i googled it, google told me the meaning is don't take what you have for granted. make the most of what you are given.

ix. sometimes i think about my 17 year old self. it's been happening a lot lately. i keep watching her through my memories, how she clawed herself raw, scratching at the walls. we got out, is the thing. i know we thought about staying. but oh, fuck dude: we could have never bloomed if we'd stayed planted.

#is this anything? #warm up #plants #fussy orchids that hate all environments: we love u miss raquel #''hardy'' ivy that has like 12 ''u can't kill this one!!!'' notes attached to it: #i hate u and i am GOING to die now #is this bc i saw this quote on the back of a car? yeah

[squish-o-blair]

So I got bored and decided to compile all the lore revealed in the Sonic Twitter Takeovers.

I've highlighted in Green stuff that could be (or is) canon to the games (AKA stuff that's canon, isn't contradicted in canon, or isn't some meta joke), in red is stuff that definitely isn't canon, and the rest you can make your own decision on.

-This is just regular lore but "Ivo" in "Ivo Robotnik" is pronounced "Evo" it's supposed to sound like "evil"

-Eggman is a PC gamer

-Eggman might not be able to swim

-Eggman is in smash he's just super hard to unlock

-Eggman wants to take over the world because "It's Friday" (in other words it's implied that most Sonic games take place or at least START on a Friday.)

-Eggman can't get any bitches

-Eggman works out

-The Sega Saturn is Eggman's favorite Sega console

-Eggman's a fan of old show tunes and lullabies

-There's an Eggman empire lot in North Hollywood

-Eggman has a cat he calls "Biggy Wiggy"

-Eggman is fan of Tokyo Ghoul and Chainsaw Man

-Eggman is Youtuber Cobanermani456's father

-The Egg Pawns have names (one is named Fred)

-Eggman and Sonic hang out sometimes

-Sonic and Eggman are both streamers

-Roger Craig Smith is a fake alias used by Sonic

-Sonic shares a universe with Assassin's Creed and Sonic and Eggman once kidnapped Ezio

-Sonic's a shitty gamer

-Sega is Sonic's agent

-The Sega Genesis is Sonic's favorite Sega console

-Sonic's a fan of Mongolian throat singing

-Sonic is salty about reviewers who continue to bring up Sonic 06

-Sonic's favorite Sonic games are Sonic Boom Rise of Lyric and Sonic Frontiers

-Sonic's favorite movie is Chao in Space (even though he hasn't seen it)

-Tails hacked Eggman's Twitter account (which eggman stole from Sonic) via a "lonley robots in your area" virus

-Tails is a My Hero Academia fan

-Tails is fucking ripped

-Tails is a pro among us gamer

-All their gloves stay clean because of a special polymer that Tails made

-Tails is an Acapella fan

-it took Shadow until the aftermath of Forces to find the damn 4th Chaos emerald

-Shadow only uses Android phones

-Shadow is a Breaking Bad fan

-Shadow has killed a real life person and plans to kill more

-The Dreamcast is Shadow's favorite Sega Console

-Shadow's a fan of classic rock

-Shadow is a fan of anime (specifically Kill La Kill)

-Shadow eats coffee beans raw with a spoon

-Shadow is good friends with Big and Knuckles (more-so than Sonic)

-Shadow hates Capitalism

-Shadow donates his rings to charity

-Shadow shops at a convenience store named "Maria" and feels like if he can support some Maria out there, then he feels like he's making the world a better place

-Shadow has a soft spot for kittens and wants to open a cat orphanage

-Shadow's favorite movie is Chao in Space 3 (which he features in)

-Shadow is a fan of Infinite's theme

-Shadow writes poetry

-Shadow and Maria ordered pizza on the ARK that came from Earth

-Doom's eye is still alive, him and Shadow occasionally go out for dinner

-Shadow is the living embodiment of drip

-Shadow very heterosexually hypes up Knuckles a lot

-Shadow specifically tried to keep Sonic away from him during the final boss of SA2 because he knew Sonic would've fell to Earth too if he tried to rescue him

-Despite all the issues Shadow has with Sonic's methods and morals, he doesn't hate him

-Shadow is a bad cook

-Shadow is (or will be) legally married to @/RealShadowFan01 on Twitter

EDIT: the wedding's off :(

-Shadow is panromatic/pansexual

-Shadow volunteers at soup kitchens

-The Shadow Dark Chao seen in promo art and the IDW comics does in fact belong to Shadow

-Shadow and Amy are both huge Taylor Swift fans

-Amy's favorite Sonic game is Sonic Heroes

-Amy is a Fruits Basket fan

-Amy still visits Little Planet and makes jewelry out of gems found in Quartz Quadrant

-Knuckles collects rocks that look like animals

-Knuckles is a Lizzo fan

-Knuckles, Cream, and Vanilla are big One Punch Man fans

-Chaos Control is activated by literally just holding the emerald and shouting "chaos control" that's it, anyone can do it.

-On the Planet Wisp, Hide and Seek is called "Don't be seen or perish" and whoever gets found is tossed into the volcano on Planet Wisp

-Yaker died once

-They physically can't take their gloves off

-The Sonic OVA is canon

-Mean Beans are living beings

-Grounder is canon

-Metal Sonic is a series of multiple robots and not just one that gets repaired each time (this probably isn't canon anymore)

-Infinite is still alive

-Infinite occasionally sends Eggman gay Sonadow porn

-Charmy runs a thrift store

-The stone tablet in Frontiers translates to sonic version of the Bee Movie script

-Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Shadow, all work in an unknown office somewhere

Things that exist in Sonic Universe (all of these could be red. You decide man idk):

-Twitter

-All forms of Sonic media (including games, comics, and TV shows) (they're retellings of Sonic's stories)

-Summer of Sonic

-Sonic Stadium

-Sega

-Undertale the game (and specifically Sans as a fictional character) and Toby Fox

-Game Grumps (specifically Jontron era)

-Tootsie pops (big day for tootsie pop Sonic fans)

-The Macarena

-Twitch

-Sonic songs (Escape from the City, Live and Learn, E.G.G.M.A.N., Believe in Myself, Infinite, and Vandelize are mentioned by name or referenced.)

-Cobanermani456

-Hulu

-Tyson Hesse

-Super Smash Bros (both as an event AND an in universe video game)

-SiivaGunner and GilvaSunner

-Hyper Potions

-Crush 40

-San Diego

-Apple

-Sega HARDlight

-Breaking Bad

-Sonadow porn

-Spike Chunsoft

-The Danganronpa Games (or at least V3)

-Etika

-North Hollywood

-Kill la Kill

-regular ass cats (not like Blaze, just normal real life cats) (also regular dogs)

-Alpharad

-Jacksepticeye

-Patreon

-Youtube

-Xbox

-Playstation

-Nintendo Switch

-The Completionist

-Gushers

-The "you know I had to do it to em" meme

-Tokyo Ghoul

-My Hero Academia

-Global Giving

-St. Jude

-Extra Life

-Hot Topic

-What does the Fox say

-Tee Lopes

-Tyler Smyth

-Sam's Procastionation Station

-Elsie Fisher

-Barry Kramer

-RubberNinja

-Sonamy fans

-Caddicarus

-Mario

-Among Us

-Colleen O'Shaughnessy

-Youtube

-Fadel Gamescage

-Lizzo

-Taylor Swift

-Elon Musk (implied)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #dr. eggman #eggman #miles tails prower #Knuckles the Echidna #Shadow the hedgehog #Amy Rose #Sonic Lore #Yaker #Wisps #Planet Wisp #Black Doom #Doom's Eye #Cream the Rabbit #Vanilla the Rabbit #Metal Sonic #Charmy Bee #Infinite

[moonliched]

Hello pretty

I remember you talked about the bad ending of 3th chapter where Moon would successfully lure Meryn under the water ( rip, very sad alternative universe, glad we are in the other timeline) what would happen if Meryn didn't survive the first encounter with Sun? If they didn't retrieve their breather? Would Sun realise sooner than Moon? Would they drown? If they did would Sun even realise? What would he do? Would he hide it from Moon? Or swimed searching, for him terrified with what happened? How would Moon feel? Would he blame himself for keeping Meryn a secret? After all maybe if he told Sun about them, that they are different, can't breathe like them, that wouldn't happen. What would Bon-Bon feel? I think it would hit him hard, not only his only friend is gone, but their last conversation was an argument. It really hit me how badly for everyone it could end if Meryn wasn't sneaky and smart.

Sorry for angst lol just curious after I read about Moon really drowning reader

Good thing they both know now <3

Also can Meryn digest more things than normal human can? Are they more resistant to food poisoning? Like could they eat raw meat without worrying about anything?

Also did Moon realise after some time ( for example after he bit reader ) how badly he hurt them during their first encounter? Rereading the fic I see by his standards and world view ( him having scales and thinking Meryn does too, therefore them being tougher) he handled them pretty well and softly you can say, considering situation they were in. But after learning how soft their scaleless skin is did he had the realisation moment? Like he is in his nest just thinking and bam, he realises how hurtful it had to be?

Love yaaa sorry for rambling

ehee hiii bby, kicks my feet <3

this turned out long so it's under the cut✂️

sadly Meryn would have absolutely drowned in that scenario😭 Sun had noticed enough to hear that any sounds they were making were coming from behind the breather, but he only realised its purpose after Meryn retrieved it from him in the fic.

in this alternate timeline, after they drown he might not entirely understand how they died - from his POV, they would have been fighting and struggling, then weakening, then limp and unconscious/drowned. maybe he'd consider the mask and put the dots together.

he would have tried to wake them up and failed. keeping them in the water runs the risk of other creatures eating the body, and he wouldn't want to bring a corpse back to the nest, so Sun would likely place them above water (plenty of air bubbles in this fic.) he would wait for Moon to return and gradually become more and more frantic and agitated, blaming himself and panicking. he'd check back on Meryn in the hopes that some miracle has revived them, and tug painfully at his head fins. he'd be too frightened to leave the warm environment.

around this time Moon is only returning home to rest and drop off supplies he has hunted, so Sun would have a hard time catching him. when he finally finds him, Sun would lead Moon to Meryn, hoping he can do something to fix this. he'd be babbling too hard for Moon to immediately understand what had happened, and Moon might even jump to conclusions that Meryn has done something dumb to scare his partner, and get annoyed with them. sneaking around, entering his home without asking - his human is so much trouble!

then he'd see the body and feel so much worse.

Moon would definitely blame himself for not communicating with Sun. he'd turn it around and around in his head, considering everything he could have done differently. he'd try to revive Meryn in any way he can, but eventually have to give it up. Sun would feel even worse - not only has he killed the first chance of outside contact they've had in a long time, but it's someone Moon has already formed a bond with. Moon would be tempted to keep the body, but ultimately the mers would return them to the platform. the decision would take a while.

BON-BON would react very badly. the body showing up would extinguish all hope that Meryn is somehow alive out there, waiting to be rescued. his friend is gone in exactly the way he always feared, and he would take it out on the team by manipulating the building and the robots. he would also become extremely aggressive and mistrustful of the mermaids, and utilise the facility's external machinery to scare them off if they ever return (e.g. the subs.) eventually, his behaviour would grow so abrasive and overt that he would be discovered as a sentient AI.

hope that was fun, a bit more angst for you :3c

Meryn is a mixed bag! they can eat some things regular humans can't, but also other things aren't suited for them - like dairy. they're a lil lactose intolerant, and the ice creams they feed Moon don't contain actual milk. they could absolutely eat raw meat, but they're intensely aware of how badly people react to that sort of thing😣 however, i don't know if that makes them less susceptible to food poisoning - since this is future sci fi fic, some of the food they eat is alien in origin, so there isn't a blanket answer on that :0

Moon is now aware that Meryn is softer and more fragile than a mermaid, and has gentled his actions to accommodate. biting them definitely kickstarted that realisation, and he felt bad after thinking over their past interactions later. buuuut he still doesn't fully understand, as of chapter 13. mermaids heal quicker than humans, and his bite has permanently scarred Meryn's shoulder. he hasn't had the opportunity to see that... yet :)

thank you for the big ask, mwah mwah mwah❤️❤️❤️ ppl like you make me feel so happy, you're thinking about my story and theorising! hugs u😋

#Meryn is my personal name for Y/N in my mer fic‚ for anyone wondering #me: *opening the app* an ask? *clicks on ask* GASP!! AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE FOREVER!!!!💞 #ask #There Are Many Benefits

[luwathegreat]

While I do enjoy the theory/headcanon of Crowley not eating because he was cursed for his food to turn to dust/taste like dust (that's a theory people have right- I'm not imagining it?) I feel like it's a bit simpler.

I feel like for Crowley it's just too much of a hassle really. Like he doesn't hate it and he'll try food if it looks interesting. But I feel like for him it's as interesting or satisfying as waiting for your dentist with that thingy holding your mouth open. It just isn't all that fun for him. For various reasons.

(Aka: My Headcanon as to why Crowley doesn't like food + foods I feel like he enioys)

1. Tongues and Teeth

- I feel like Crowley probably ended up constantly biting his tongue whenever he did eat. Not even little bites either. Those deep bites you can feel in your ear.

- I also think he must've been annoyed with food stuck in his teeth

- I feel as though he also just doesn't like the way certain foods leave a film over your tongue and/or teeth

2. Temperatures and Food Safety

- Many foods that are only safe to eat hot, Crowley like best cold or/raw

- Many foods that would be ruined if heated up, he likes them best hot

- And I'm sure there's at least two inedible (to humans) things that he'd love to have cooked in with an edible good item

- None of these things would kill Crowley. But Crowley doesn't cook. And there are very few chefs in the world who'll make you "Boiled ice cream" or "Egg yolk cereal" or "Lomein Noodles with General Tso Erasers"

3. Textures

- Textures are too unexpected for him cause he has a hard time guessing what they could be just by looking at them

- He doesn't like one texture randomly interrupting the one he's already gotten used to- especially when it's not meant to be there. So say he's eating chicken and there's suddenly a crunch

4. Chewing

- He finds chewing boring

- He feels like it makes eating a task

- I feel like once he decided to just swallow foods instead of chewing them. And food certain things it worked

- He would take the food, let it rest on his tongue. Maybe swish it around his mouth, and then swallow

- But I feel like he did in fact choke and it was the most embarrassing discorporation hell had seen for YEARS

- "What's the point of the stupid digestive system if you've gotta chew whatever goes through it first?!" He had grumbled "The esoph..sofo...sif...FOOD TUBE THING shouldn't be subjected to the sloppy seconds of bloody mouth bones!"

For foods Crowley likes, I believe they've got to be prepared by the same chef the exact same way it was when he first had it and he always uses minor miracles to ensure it happens. It was always a shame when a good chef passed away. And if that chefs family ended up inheriting a large sum of money from a mysterious person with red hair and dark glasses at the funeral- don't look at Crowley. Why would he know anything about that.

Foods I think Crowley might enjoy:

- Smoothies! I feel he had a smoothie phase at one point

- Cut up fruits

- Soups

- Deboned Raw Fish

- Spicy Noodles

- Rice

- Boiled Ice Cream

- Seaweed

- Whatever foods Aziraphale cooks (whenever Aziraphale remembers he can cook that is). He often wonders if Aziraphale puts miracles on his food or if the angel is really just that good at knowing what Crowley might like.

On the topic of Aziraphale: He LOVES watching Aziraphale eat. Well not LOVES...more like...it fascinates him. For three reasons

1) Eating is one of the few times Aziraphale is properly at ease and allows himself to selfishly enjoy something without worrying about what heaven might say. Seeing the Angel indulge (so much so that he makes sounds and does little wiggles) puts Crowley at ease. Knowing it was him that introduced him to it makes his heart swell.

2) He's a little self conscious as to how he's so particular about foods (there's no need to be Crowley! You're not alone). So he kind of watches and waits to see if there's anything special Aziraphale is doing that makes him enjoy food so much. Or maybe there's at least one food out there the Angel doesn't like

3) Wouldn't you like to know? (Iykyk)

I didn't mean to type this much...

...Whoops

#my ineffable chattering #Good Omens #Crowley #anthony j crowley #gomens #good omens headcanons #I promise you he ate a bunch of raw egg yolks like cereal once in front of Aziraphale once #He was banned from the bookshop for an excruciating two weeks

[middleearthsdreams]

New World

Chapter 3

A/N: I feel like this is rushed, but anywaays. I'm sorry for the long wait, it's hard to update while studying :')). How are ya'll doing?

Warnings: attempted S/A, Smut, (no proof read)

Enjoy <3

chapter 1 / chapter 2

You know those tv shows, right? Where they strand famous people on a deserted island and they have to go on with what they can. Well, now you know that’s a bunch of bullshit. Because it’s been so many days, you’ve lost count, and you haven’t been able to wash yourself. All the dirt, mud and oil that’s formed on your face – and not just the face.

You smelled very badly, feeling so sorry for it. You didn’t feel comfortable smelling this horribly around people. Especially the ones you’re forced to ride with, chest to back. Sandor didn’t mind – of course – he smelt just as bad as you. If not more. But it wasn’t just that. You had to eat what Sandor could hunt: small squirrels, bunnies, sometimes berries and all things you find in the wild. Your stomach wasn’t very used to these poor meals, all made of meat. Sandor offered to bring you along while he hunted, but you just couldn’t. You’re too used to your soft and gentle world: where the meat was covered in plastic bags. You know you’ll have to learn someday: hunting is the only way to eat around here. Well, mostly killing. But you’re not ready to watch an animal die, even less by your hands.

You’re not complaining, at all. You’re glad you have someone as resourceful as Sandor to accompany you. He could sometimes be blunt and rough, but he’s a good company. He’s been nothing but a gentleman: a gentleman who curses a lot. Not that you’d mind. He’s the one that wasn’t used to women cursing. The only woman he heard talking like this was Cersei. When you did the first time, he was shocked to say the least. As shocked as his careless being could allow on his facial features. After these few days he understood that this is your way of speaking, only giving you a look whenever you did. Curses aside, he’s been very gentle with you. If you didn’t want to hunt, he didn’t force his hand. You wanted to stop to catch some pretty flowers, he didn’t oppose. You wanted to cook, he’d let you and praise your “well done squirrel”. You cried about your family, which you missed dearly, and he held you. His gentleness was indeed very contrasting with the raw wildness.

But, as much as you didn’t want to annoy him, you had to stop by the river.

“It’s been too long since I last bathed” You explain, the horrid smell invading your nostrils. “And since it’s sunny I can wash my clothes” You point out then “our clothes”. Sandor takes a minute to think. He knows that if it was just him, he wouldn’t mind being this nasty or smelling this much. He would go days with the same stains attached to his undershirt. But you were close to the Brotherhood enough. He’s just waiting for the right moment to get the Stark girl, bring her home. And make a good amount out of it, of course. He hadn’t told you his plans but you knew. You won’t have many chances to take care of yourselves, running form the Brotherhood and all. That’s why you think it’s a nice day to just stop and take a minute to wash up.

Sandor nods “Aye”.

He dismounts Stranger, then helps you get down. As always, his hands cause shivers to form on your sides. He puts you down, like you weighted nothing to him. You grow flustered a little bit more every day.

“I’m gonna catch something first, to eat…” He says, scratching his head. You nod sceptical. You had enough to eat for a few more days, so why was he- “Hold on, do you have some soap?” You have to yell to reach him, he’s already running for it in the woods. He stops and says “Left side pouch” then leaves, disappearing in the green. He’s acting weird, you think. You shake your head, caressing stranger on the side. Your hand reaches down in the skin bag, taking out a few things. A small knife, a piece of carved wood, a comb – you smile at that – and, in the end, you find the soap. You can’t believe he actually has it and, most of all, uses it. But it looks pretty much used, thank god.

It’s when you start to undress that you understand why he was acting weird. You couldn’t bathe together, obviously. And a gentleman again, he is. The embarrassment burns in your cheeks, but soon dissolves. The calm and warm water envelops your body, you have to hold back a moan. The creek is tall enough to cover you entirely, only when you’re sitting down. You put the dirty clothes on a nearby rock, enjoying the quietness. Pulling your head back you let your hair dive in the water. You could stay like this forever. The sun hitting your skin below the water, which is so clear and blue. If you look close enough you can see a few small fishes swimming by. You take your sweet time to use the soap, shivering by the satisfaction of being clean. A smile creeps up on your lips: the soap smells of lavender.

You’ve just finished washing your clothes, when you hear someone coming out of the trees. You don’t mind at first, being turned back. Sandor must have forgotten something, and the water covers you enough not to be seen. Then you hear Stranger neighing harshly. “Ain’t you a pretty thing” An unknown voice says. You glance back so suddenly you hurt your neck. Your hands move to cover yourself at lightspeed. You inspect the three men quickly, searching for barrels or weapons. Your eyes widen, terror filling you to the bone. Lannisters. And they’re all armed, sword at hand. The biggest out of the three speaks again “What’re ye doing all alone, pretty girl?”. They surround you, blocking all the possible exits. You know you wouldn’t be fast enough to run. Your insides boil, if only you had kept the small knife at hand. But what could you do against these grown men, trained to fight and with swords too? Your tiny knife would dwarf their mighty steel. You’re frozen.

“Come here, now love” The skinny one says. His face in scarred and eyes dangerous. You don’t move, not even breathing. You wish you could move, try to say something back or yell so that Sandor could hear you. But your body doesn’t respond. The same man says “I won’t ask a second time”. His dirty boots touch the water, getting close. You have to look up at him. That’s when you decide he’s too close. You stand up, opting for doing it yourself rather than having him touching you. You don’t know how long you could avoid their touch, but you want to prolong that moment nonetheless. “There you are” He says, his hand coming close to your side. You hear a faint sound, then you clearly see something moving behind the trees. You heart jumps in your throat: it’s him! You smile and whisper “You’re screwed”. That’s when you see the tall and dark shadow of Sandor. His sword cutting one man in half, not giving the time to process what’s happening to the big one close to him. The one in front of you turns back, horrified by the slaughter of his men, but doesn’t have much time to respond. Blood splutters on your chest, the pointy end of Sandor’s sword coming out of the man’s back. Behind it there’re his dark eyes and half burned face looking back at you. A wild glimpse. There’s quiet again. The sun hitting your bloodied skin.

You stand still. Sandor throws the man’s corpse away, like it weighted nothing to him. Again. Maybe it’s because he just came back from a hunt or the fresh kills, but he’s got a dangerous gleam in his eyes. The furrow of his brow casting shadows on his cheek, his facial muscles tight. His teeth are showing because of the heavy breathing. You’re trembling. Your eyes never leaving his, you don’t know what to say. You want to thank him, but you know if you open your mouth you might cry. But still, you want to thank him. You decide to move, very slowly, and take his sword out of his hands. You let it fall. He doesn’t say a thing, as you take his armour off. He lets you slip his undershirt off, revealing his hairy chest. Your cheeks burn but you’re adamant. You put his shirt on the dirty clothes rock, ready to be washed. When you turn around you kneel, ready to take his pants off too. You start to untie his breaches but he stops you “No need”. He kneels to you and sits, letting the water wash away the blood and dirt. You resume the soap and scrub his shoulders gently. You don’t meet his eyes this time, being too close. You sit between his spread legs, your body still naked. You should feel embarrassed for it, but it’s not because you’re bare in front of him that is making you feel nervous. It’s the closeness, the feeling of his intense gaze on you. The fact that he accepts your touch is a win, you think. As your hands massage him and clean his chest you dare a quick glance to his face. His lips are so close, you can feel his breath on your cheeks. His black eyes lock you in, not giving you a chance to leave so soon. You can feel his heartbeat from under your palms on his chest, it’s quickening. You have to lean your head back to maintain eye contact, even when you’re both sitting down. His lips open then close, not sure what to say. He looks like in a trance. You don’t want to break the spell. “I made a mess… the blood” He stutters out, pointing to your chest. You look down to your bloodied breasts, shrugging. He keeps his gaze on your eyes, and you’re thankful for that. Ever the gentleman, even in this situation. You snicker lightly, moving your hand to his hair. You shake your head and finally find your voice “You first”. You scrub the soap there, then hesitate, your hand a few inches from his scar. “Can I?” You ask in the tiniest voice. He looks like he’s fighting a storm in his mind, then nods, taking your hand in his and leading it to his burned side. You sigh relieved, refraining from gasping at the touch. Once you’re done cleaning him up you move to stand again. His hands stop you, grasping your sides gently but firmly. You kneel back between his legs, holding onto his shoulders. Your face is so close to his, you have to hold very tight to stop yourself from kissing him. It looks like he’s going through the same self-restraint. You wait there, minutes passing by. The hot sun dried your hair long time ago.

“Can I?” He asks, taking the soap from your hand. You don’t get it at first; then he looks down, below your neck. You squirm on the inside, ready to scream from the excitement. You don’t answer, but take his hand and guide it to your blood covered breasts. He doesn’t hesitate, diving into your flesh roughly. You have to hold back a moan, grasping his shoulders tighter. He focuses on cleaning you, at first. His black pools watching the supple flesh moving around in his hands. You feel the centre of your legs burn, aching to be touched. All the wait and expectation slowly building up your excitement. Until it finally explodes. He throws the soap on the ground, growling. His lips smash into yours so forcefully he has to hold your back tightly. You lock your arms behind his neck, kissing him back with almost the same strength. He engulfs you entirely, pushing you down but you push up into him. You grip his hair in a fist, pulling lightly; just enough to make him groan. The sound vibrates on your toungue, making you shiver and moan back. Your teeth clash, toungue diving into each other. You long to hear him once more: you pull his hair again. The sweet moans he makes, so low they shake all through your entire body. You gasp back for air, heavy breathing on his cheek. He grunts – of course – bending down to kiss your neck. You move your head to grant him more access, rubbing your hands into his hair tenderly. You don’t dare speak right now, although there’s so many things you want to tell him. Your heart is taking leaps inside your chest. The hairs of his body tickle you making you giggle; his teeth take a bite between your shoulder and neck. Your breath hitches, a half-moaned gasp escapes you. “S-sandor” You can’t help but hold yourself on him, his hands descending from your back to the soft skin of your ass. He squeezes lightly then moves further down, gripping the back of your thighs. You groan at the slow teasing, deciding to sit on his crotch, tying your feet behind his back. He smiles, more like simpers, keeping you anchored there. His lips come back up to kiss you, eating your face off hungrily. You can only hold his face for dear life, gasping at the bulge under you. You have to close your eyes. Your core finally knows some satisfaction, you grind slowly onto him. The water slows your movements, making you groan. He holds your thighs spread open, moving his hips slowly. A low rumble vibrates from your mouth straight to your clit.

That’s when you open your eyes. The dream stops.

“Sandor” You say, trying to separate yourself from him. It’s almost painful to do so, but those eyes stare back at you. Their corpses lay under the sun, white and cold. Puddles of blood form under them. Sandor keeps grinding and kissing your neck, not getting your change of mood.

“Please, wait-” You take his face away from you, forcing him to look you in the eye. He frowns, confused. You point your head back to the bodies; he follows your gaze. You sigh, heartbroken. He lowers his head, silently cursing under his breath. You don’t want to leave his warm embrace, putting your cheek on his shoulder. He keeps on holding your legs, standing up with you. Breeze brushes your back, you hug him tighter. He sets you on a prominent rock, which is warm thankfully. As he turns to leave you grab his wrist. He looks at you, letting you guide him down for a soft kiss. He accepts it gladly.

“Let me help you” You say, standing up to put on your grey shorts and tank top. They’re the clothes you had when you first arrived here, and the only ones that have dried up. He stands, shirtless and wet, looking at the dead bodies. “Where they the first men you saw die?” He asks. You can’t see his expression, his hair cascading down his face, covering his eyes. You nod “Yes”. Yes, it shocked you to see them die. But if he didn’t… maybe you wouldn’t be here. You know how these men work, how they think of women. They would have used you and then slit your throat. Just a few hours ago you thought you would never want to see an animal die. Now here you are, three dead men in front of you and you feel glad. You’re so glad to be with him.

He sighs sadly. He’s shown you what a real monster he is, his true self. He’s just an ugly monster, he thinks. You come up to his side, looking for his eyes “And I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, you know that right?”. You know that he doesn’t want to be touched right now, so you don’t, but nobody forbids you to search for his sad eyes. You want to change that. “Let me help you” You repeat, pointing to the corpses “What can I do?”. He looks at you grumpily, but takes your hands in his “I did this, I have to fix it”. He kisses your knuckles “Can you wash my clothes?” he asks. You roll your eyes, but nod. “I can do that, then I come and help you” You say firmly. He grunts but shakes his head ‘yes’, leaving your hands. You go to the creek again, retrieving the abandoned soap. The spell is broken.

When the bodies are buried and gone, the clothes dried up and the fire is going, a beautiful dusk sets on your heads. Sandor and you sit on the ground, close but not enough for your liking. After the events in the river you two only spoke a few words to each other. You’re worried he might tell you he doesn’t want you anymore, that it was a spur of the moment. So you don’t say anything. He didn’t touch you again and you didn’t try to do it to him, knowing it might upset him. The only way of knowing his emotions was by looking in his eyes. Which was a challenge, since he had his back turned all day. His beautiful, broad back. Now he’s wearing his clean shirt, the armour left aside. His eyes are lost in the flames, giving you his side profile. You have to look at his handsome features. His strong brow bone, his hairy jaw, that crocked nose.

“Stop looking at me like that”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the most beautiful man on this earth”

You stutter for a moment, making him sigh. You know where this is going. “I think you are” You say. And it’s true, you really think he’s one of the most handsome, gentle, kind and purest men on this earth. He laughs coldly “Tell me then: what do you see in me? Mh?”. He turns to look at you, he has to look you in the eyes while you lie to him. He doesn’t need someone to tell him, he’s been served the truth his entire life. Each time his brother succeeded and he did not. Every fucking time that brat Joffrey called him dog. Or every time a lady walked past him laughing. Every time he had to pay double the price to fuck a whore. The scar he wears is not just physical.

“I think you’re one of the most handsome, loyal and kind men on this earth” You begin, shushing him when he tries to say something “And I know that you’re also one of the most irritating, stubborn and self loathing men to have ever existed, which is completely human. You’re the truest man I know, the fact that you’ve seen all kinds of horrors and survived it makes you honourable. There’s no such thing as the perfect being, like tales and ballads describe heroes. They don’t exist. And I don’t want them. You’re not good, but nobody is. Why do you have to be better when nobody is? Why is it that you have to, like it’s a burden?” you ask.

He’s speechless, which worries you. He usually comes up with sarcastic remarks or blunt objections. He looks at you completely unreadable. You bite your bottom lip, maybe you’ve gone too far? You didn’t want to break him, you only wanted to be true to yourself. You look back down, holding your knees hugged to your chest. The sky going from a light pink to a deep purple. You feel cold in front of the fire.

“You’ll be the death of me”

A large hand takes your chin, making you turn your head. Sandor’s lips crash into yours, taking your breath away. Your hand lingers on his coarse cheek, stroking it ever so slightly. Finally, the fire warms you up. You decide which fire. The kiss is heartbreakingly kind, like he’s pouring his heart out into you. Your eyes water at the thought of him being vulnerable. You kiss him back fierce, a fire burning your chest. Things grow much more heated by the second. He backs off to go to your neck. Sandor’s toungue leaves goose bumps where it lands, making you gasp for air. The tip of his nose caressing the back of your neck. You take him by the shoulders, taking him off of you. The position was making your neck hurt. You make him sit back on his spot, sitting with your legs spread open again. You sit on his crotch, keeping your knees by his hips. He takes you by the sides, holding you still. He nears your face, looking from your lips to your eyes. “Sing for me, little girl” he growls in your ear. You bite your lip to hold back a moan, afraid of the dark: someone might be hearing. He slaps your ass harshly, reprimanding you “I said sing!”. He manhandles you to grind on his cock, making you gasp out a moan. The friction feels heavenly outside the water. He smirks, the sound making himself grow harder. His mouth attacks your collarbone, biting and sucking. You hold him by the neck, gripping his clean hair and pulling hard. You could play that game in two. He groans on your skin, your breasts jumping at the sound. It’s so good to make a quiet man moan your name. You untie the laces of his shirt, signalling for him to pull his arms up. Once you see that big chest you almost drool, his big arms hiding you entirely. You grind back faster, feeling way too close to the edge.

He can feel you going faster and decides to switch places, holding you on the ground beneath him. He grips your tank top and rips it off of you, diving into your chest. He leaves a trail of bites and sucks each nipple hard, making you scream from the pain and pleasure. The knot in your abdomen growing tighter, ready to snap. Your head feels like on cloud nine, you’re a hazy moaning mess. The grip on his hair only grows stronger, making him shiver from head to toes. His hands then grip on your shorts and rip those too. “Fuck these tiny clothes” He murmurs on your stomach, kissing his way down. His beard tickles you, making you giggle and hold back a laugh. However, you can only release a strangled moan: his toungue laps your slit top to bottom. It looks like he knows what he has to look for, to bring you pleasure. You’re shocked: not even some men in your world knew that, let alone someone on a medieval fantasy show. Your lips form a ‘o’ shape, the shocks of pleasure running all over your body. He licks and sucks on your clit with an intent, eyes set on you. He moans on your mound as you scratch his hair. The vibrations send you over the edge, feet tingling. You see and feel white, hot shock waves starting from your toes and ending on the tip of your head. Shivering and hot, you spasm against him, trying to lead him away from your sensitive cunt. He keeps your legs open wide with his strong hold, your weak tries are worthless. He laps and licks, drinking till the last drop of your juices. You have but a few moments to take a breath. Once he’s done he kneels, slapping your thigh for good measure. He unties his trousers and takes his cock in his hand. You want to rub your eyes, because you don’t believe the size of him. His hand – which is gigantic – holds his cock almost entirely, his fingers not touching though. It might be the orgasm or the hormones, but instead of scaring you it makes you grow wetter than before. A challenge you’re glad to accept.

“Ready to take me?”

“Ohh yess, please Sandor!”

To make sure it’ll fit, he turns you around and holds your hip high up. He pumps his length a few times, then rubs it along your juice coated pussy. You moan loudly, head pulled back to look at him while he enters you. The tip stretches you out good, not yet painfully. He goes slow, filling you up inch by inch, holding you by the waist. You know you’ll wake up filled with bruises. You start to hiss from the pain halfway through. You drool on the ground, knees scratched and ass in the air. He stops to let you breath, taking a moment to control himself too. His strong hold on you moves up and under your body, fingers tangling in your tits. He massages them and pulls on your nipples painfully hard, making you squeeze around his cock. He laughs darkly, sending shivers on your spine. You feel so good, yet not quite satisfied. You push your ass back slowly, finally sensing his lower abdomen on your skin. You sigh happily, the tip of his cock feeling deep inside your belly. He stutters, balls deep inside you. “Makin’ me go insane, little girl” He whispers in your ear “Don’t know if I can control myself”. His hips slam up, making you jump forward by the force. You scream, not caring two fucks if someone hears you. If it weren’t for his strong hold on your waist you would have slipped out, his strength feeling unhuman. You struggle to speak “Then- then don’t”. You don’t want him to control himself. You want to feel him truthfully.

He growls like an animal at your words, taking you by the shoulder and saying “Hold on tight then”. He pushes you down on the grass, pulling his hips back. He almost completely exits your entrance, leaving just the tip; you hold your breath. Nothing could have prepared you. You open your mouth on the dirt, no sounds leaving your mouth. You don’t find your voice, nor air in your lungs from the sudden intrusion in your womb. His hips hit you ass painfully, as does his tip inside you. His pushes so strong you jump upwards each thrust, his hips moving too fast not letting you breath. You feel sore already, your entrance burning from the stretch, ass red and aching by the position. You love it.

His hands move but you barely feel them, too caught in the sweet mixture of sensations. One hand grips your hair, pulling you back completely. “Fuuck” You yell, the new position stretching your insides out. The skin of your neck hurts but you finally get to touch him. You groan in his ear, his cock filling you so much more, now that you’re basically sitting on him. His other hand goes under your belly, holding you there. He pumps up into you. His grunts reach your ear, your arms going on his neck to grab his face. He bites the skin of your neck, hard enough to draw blood. You hiss in pain, the stinging of his teeth leaves a burning sensation. He licks the area to soothe the pain, sucking your blood away. You kiss his neck while trying to ride him as much as you can. The hand on your belly pushes, making you feel just how deep he is inside you. He moans “Feel h-here” taking your hand and leading it downwards. You look down and, with his help, press down. He leaps up and you can feel the tip of his cock moving inside of you. More wetness leaves your entrance at the sight, your eyes watering by the building pleasure. You push down on him more, taking his large hand now. You guide it down to your clit and he understands. He flicks and swirls the nub, edging you closer to your end. You ride with him now, straining the muscles of your thighs by the pressure. Your voices mix together, the sounds of slapping skin are of background. You turn your head, getting closer to his face. You don’t kiss him though, you just want to look at him while you cum. The fire light casts shadows on his face, the dips of his scar more evident. His black eyes shining in pleasure, half lidded and intense.

You gasp as you feel his dark gaze on you, looking down to see your doom. The tight knot in your womb is ready to snatch, he notices. His fingers move faster, getting close himself to the edge, stuttering violently. You feel the light tingle in your limbs, gasping for the last time and holding tightly on his neck. You grab for dear life on him; he holds you, trying to keep you up. The knot snaps and you feel liquid gush out of you, the pleasure too much to handle. “’s too good” Your insides grip him, milk him towards his end. He curses under his breath, biting you again. You feel him fill you up, balls slapping your clit, making you jump out of overstimulation. His last thrusts are the hardest, you don’t have the time to think that he just came inside. You feel like butter in his hands, and teeth – which are still gripping your neck. The last drops of your pleasure subside. He kisses your neck tenderly, apologizing silently for the roughness. You come to your senses when he moves slightly, your pussy aching. He positions you both on your sides, you feeling too weak to move on your own. Your thighs hurt too much.

He moves slowly to slip out of your entrance, making sure not to hurt you. You can only hiss silently, feeling your belly being emptied out. You touch there, the area sore and swollen. You smile sleepy, the cold grass making contrast with your hot skin. Sandor gets up shakily, using your ripped shorts to clean you up. How many times have you washed yourself today? You’ve lost count. And to think it was the whole meaning of this day.

“Come here little girl, you have to get dressed” He says, already getting back in his clothes. You groan but nod, you know you should. He offers his hand to help you up. You accept it but, as soon as you get up, you fall down on your ass. Your legs fail to make you stand. You frown for a good two seconds then start to laugh. He barks out a laugh as well, all smug for reducing you in such way. He shakes his head, the hair that stick to his forehead move freely in the small breeze. You can’t stop smiling, you love to see him this happy. He hands you your clothes, deciding to put them on while sitting. Your legs needed a few more hours to regain their strength. He sits again beside you.

“Wasn’t too hard, right?”

“A bit, but that’s alright”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Hahah, I wish you did more”

You yawn quietly, leaning your head on his shoulder. He sniffles a silent laugh, then sighs deeply. He covers you both with his cloak, letting you hug him. You both lay down, one of his arms grasping you close to him, the other holding his sword tight.

“Thank you”

“For what?”

“Letting me love you”

“Uh…”

He hesitates.

“Thank you”

“For what?”

But he doesn’t answer.

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[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of cannibalism, mentions of murder, mention of suicide, mentions of death, animal death, violence and gore, swearing, tell me if i misses anything!!

Chapter Seven - In the Before

Chapter Seven - In the Before

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2021-

After taking the weekend off of work to avoid Jessica Roberts, Sunday night rolled around, and as you set out your outfit for the next morning, you were reminded distinctively of nights before school, that same dreadful feeling.

You also thought about the moment right before you picked a card.

The knock at your door was unexpected, so you frowned even as you opened it, and a short woman with curly blonde hair smiled widely at you.

“Y/N!” she shouted, throwing her hands out, like she was gonna hug you, but you pulled back.

“Do I know-?” But then she adjusted her glasses in a way that was so distinctively her. “Misty?”

She smiled wider.

“And I brought a friend!” she winked, and you frowned even more, tempted to shut the door on her face.

You peered around her, until a voice came from just next to you, a hand suddenly resting on your doorframe.

“Y/N,” she said, and it was the voice that you could hear through violence, through mountains and rivers and thousands of miles. The voice that brought you through the violence and into the peace, brought you out of the wilderness.

“Natalie,” you whispered after a moment. Her face appeared around the corner, and she looked just like she did in 2019- black leather jacket, black hair, her lips pulled into a tight line.

“Y/N,” she said again. Like she was saying your name just to say it, just to make sure you were there. “Travis… Travis is dead.”

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1996-

After your turn of carrying Coach Ben, you were eager to be near the front, closer to the end, following close behind Van and the compass she had taken from the cockpit.

You kept your eyes peeled for anything edible along the trail you followed, naturally carved out by generations of animals moving from the forest to the lake.

You stopped, crouching down to brush aside a small string of english ivy, only to find inedible winterberries. You sighed, standing back up and taking another good look at this section of the forest.

Someone stood next to you.

“You know, it’s pretty cool that your mom’s a botanist.” You looked at Natalie and smiled softly, wondering if you could run your fingers through her hair like it was strands of ivy.

“Yeah,” you muttered, falling into step beside her.

“I mean it’s really cool for us, because we would be even more screwed than we already are if we didn’t know what was safe to eat out here,” she laughed. “I probably would have eaten those elderberries or whatever raw and died.”

“You go around eating random stuff in the forest a lot?”

“It’s my favorite past-time,” she chuckled, and suddenly her hand brushed against yours, and it was like the lightning that had brought your plane down.

Her skin felt like violence, everything about her did, but you still wanted to sink into her.

You weren’t a fool. Natalie was beautiful, but what was even the possibility of her liking girls?

You pushed the thought out of your mind and shut up before you could say anything stupid.

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2021-

You had loved Natalie far too recklessly and far too much. Inthe wilderness, you loved her enough to even let her eat you. But after, when you came back, and saw that love wasn’t about suffering- you still couldn’t let her go.

She was as much deep into your soul as the wilderness was.

If someone were to cut you open, dig around in your soul, they would find your messed-up organs inside, and her, and the wilderness.

She was violence, and once, in a world full of violence, she made you feel safe and loved. She held you at night and made sure there was meat in your stomach, even if you had to hunt it, or kill it.

But in the real world, you weren’t hungry, and you were still scared- but not in a way that bonded you to her. Not anymore.

After Misty had invited herself in, and Nat had followed her, all you had been able to do was sit on the couch. Natalie stood, far away from you, while Misty made you something to drink and sat next to you, rubbing your shoulder.

Even after all these years, you couldn’t tell if her sympathetic smile was genuine.

Everyone in that plane crash had left something permanent, a scar, on your memory. You remembered everyone who died- from Pilot Fred to everyone who was killed to keep the rest alive. To keep you alive.

“How- how can he be dead?”

“Oh, he killed himself,” Misty frowned, much too calm and happy considering that someone you once had killed alongside with was dead. “We found him- hanging from a construction crane.”

“I don’t believe he killed himself.”

You looked at Natalie, and now it was your turn to look her up and down, your eyes wide and your bones stiff, mouth parted slightly even now in horror. You could imagine a pair of work boots swinging from the air.

It was a while before you could find the courage to speak.

“How did you find me, Natalie?”

Misty took a breath as if to answer-

“I didn’t want to, Y/N. I got the message loud and clear but- Travis is dead, n-” she stopped herself from saying that word.

You cut her a sharp glare, squeezing the handle of the untouched coffee mug Misty had made you.

There was too much associated with that word, an entire other life you had lived- drawing cards, eating too-tough meat, sinewy and chewy, her voice that you loved, whispering, calling you that nickname as she handed you another piece of your friends.

Once you had loved that name. You had loved being hers.

But you were not that girl anymore.

And Natalie wasn’t either.

“Sorry,” she whispered after a moment. She stared into your eyes then looked away, digging her hands into her pockets.

This- this wasn’t the Natalie you knew.

The girl who you had loved in the wilderness wasn’t the same girl as you loved in 2019. But still- things stayed the same. This was like an entire different person. Like someone had crawled into your skin.

You imagined a skeletal hand, clutching a pair of spindly scissors, making a slice down her back to step into.

“But you deserved to know.”

You had always loved her far too much.

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1996-

You were the first to smell it. It smelled like the jaws of death, like the remnant of every horrible meal- innocent or not.

“What’s that smell?” you asked, pressing your sleeve to your face.

“I don’t know,” Natalie said back, looking around the forest, until Lottie gasped. ��Holy shit.”

Flies swarmed about it, reminding you of the sound a hot summer day made, a glittering blue pool, something cold in your hand, a bright sun- there wasn’t the carcass of a bear, left half eaten, being picked on by a crow. It’s organs fell out of it’s ripped apart stomach, and the blood on the ground had long since dried.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna puke,” you heard Jackie moan.

You groaned to yourself, looking away from the dead thing.

“Woah. Sick,” Travis remarked.

“What could have done that?” Shauna asked, and she was right. What could kill a fucking bear?

“A wolf, probably,” Coach Ben said.

“They can kill a fucking bear?” Nat asked.

“Yeah. Wolves can kill anything if the pack’s big enough.”

Nat stared at it longer, you standing next to her, not wanting to drift far away- even like this.

“Let’s keep moving,” she announced suddenly, sharing a look with you before marching down the trail.

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The closer you got to the lake, the more serene the forest became, like this place was a truce- nothing bad could come near the lake, near that vital life-giving place of water.

But, the journey was wearing on all of you, and you were all slowing down. And without the sports experience like the other girls had, you were struggling especially.

“Ah!” you yelped as your foot got caught on a root- you could barely even look at the ground, your eyes wanting to close, wanting to give up. Not even the promise of the lake was enough anymore.

Natalie grabbed onto you quick, one of her arms around your chest, like it was on the plane, the other gripping onto your shoulder.

“Woah, you okay?” she asked, helping you walk over to the side of the trail, to lean against a tall oak tree.

“I’m not a soccer player,” you groaned, “I just write about it. I don’t- don’t have the stamina like you guys…”

“Hah, hah,” Natalie said, squeezing your hand. “You’re fine. I feel like I’m dying too. Don’t worry,” You shot her an exasperated look, and she studied your face, before looking back down the path. “This shit is way longer than four miles. What if we missed it?” she asked, raising her voice so the rest of the team could hear her.

“From the angle of the sun, it looked just left of due north.” Taissa responded, her voice sounding heavy and weighted. Natalie rolled her eyes, tugging you back onto the path with a hand wrapping around your arm.

“Oh, great. ‘Left.’ That’s a precise way of doing it.” Jackie said, sarcasm dropping from her words.

“I’m not a fucking cartographer,” Tai shot back.

“Or maybe you saw a mirage.”

Each step like it was weighed down by a hundred pound weight. You felt sick and horrible, and you wanted nothing more than to lie still in the shade, or jump into whatever lake Taissa had seen, real or not.

You would even jump into a pool of blood, a swamp, as long as in your mind it felt like cool water.

“Oh, shit.” Van suddenly said, waving her arm frantically. “Oh, hell yeah, bitches!” she shouted, and when you looked at the direction she was running off to, there was a lake just visible through the trees.

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could you write domestic eddie headcanons please 🙏

Can I make it more of a modernau!eddie?

Anyways here is domestic eddie slash best boyfriend in the world headcanons

Headcanon:

He loves buying you snacks and placing them in your purse before you leave for the day.

When eddie is off from work he loves sleeping in and cuddling you all day long if he could

On the days he has to go into work he's up very early to shower and not only does he make a mess in there but his singing is so loud

While at work and away from you he'll send you little text messages or funny videos.

He spends forever making a watch list on Netflix for your movie nights

He pretends to hate reality TV but then will be shouting at the screen calling somone a liar

He loves wearing your oversized cardigans and sweaters. His favorite one is the pink and white one with strawberries embroidered on the arms.

He's a sock stealer.

He will wear your socks even if they don't fit him

Constantly cold always wrapped up in a blanket. You ended up buying him a snuggie

He loves cooking for you on his days off and will spend the day finding a new recipe to try and make for you.

He cleans poorly but he still cleans

Loves folding laundry with you (maybe it's just an excuse to see your underwear...perv)

Will pull you on the couch for an afternoon nap

If he sees you've fallen asleep studying or doing homework he'll gently pick you up and tuck you into bed

His song that he dedicated to you is "lovin you by Minnie Riperton" (sings it to you any chance he gets)

Yes you were shocked it wasn't something metal but then again you did find his guilty pleasure mix tapes 😉

He loves romcoms and hallmark Christmas movies

He calls you his wife even though you're not married.

Dances when he cooks and loves to hum

Goes grocery shopping and only buys junk food

Will make special time of the month baskets for you full of your favorite snacks and things you'll need to get through those days. He suggests there is another way to get rid of those cramps too.😏

Will mess the bed up after you make it

Eddie is very thoughtful of your sleep so he plays guitar in the garage.

Visits you at work or college with food to have a picnic

Puts the snacks low on the shelf so you can reach them

Kills bugs for you (but will chase you with it after)

You HAVE to reward him with kisses afterwards

Likes taking bubble baths with you

Likes watching you put on makeup or doing your hair

Loves candles

Will carry you over mud puddles

Likes headscratches and he gives the best back scratches

Buys you jewelry and little gifts all the time

Cried during inside out and up

Always has uncle wayne over every Sunday for dinner

Eddie will chase you out the house with a coat in his hand if he feels like you're not dressed warm enough.

Makes you coffee or buys you coffee without you asking for it

He likes a dark room so he can't know what time of day it is when he wakes up.

Loves giving you small little four head kisses before you wake up.

Blanket hog all the way

Likes wearing your nice lotions and using your bodywash because "I like smelling like cookies too."

Eats cookie dough raw and when you tell him not to do that he'll get sick eddie just responds with "I'm here for a good time not a long time."

Is secretly saving up money to take you on a vacation

Finds random little animals everytime he goes on a walk

The man is a literal Disney princess

Cries at sad tiktok videos at 3 in the morning

Loves finding little knick knacks for the house

Will build you anything. He's a handy man and made your coffee table when you couldn't afford the one you liked. Eddie took pictures of it and made one almost identical.

Eddie is just the best boyfriend you could ask for.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #rockstar!eddiemunson #modern!eddie munson #joseph quinn

[cositapreciosa]

Of wolf and sheep

Alejandro Gillick x gn!reader, (the usual for the movies, nothing too graffic) 1793 words

a/n : another Alejandro Gillick fic??, I hear you say, and to that I respond, do you mean sexy Alejandro fic, eat my children

Tagging the besties-that-might-like-this as usual @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas

‘’ Are you here to kill me? ‘’

You haven’t turned on the lights yet, boots still on, waiting in the entryway. Silence is heavy in your apartment, but you know he is here, Alejandro, you can sense it, waiting in the dark at your expense. You are not surprised you are next, not when you know how they handle deserters, when you know too much, when they are scared you might talk. It makes your heart beat faster, especially because you know they hold Alejandro in a tight lease like a dog.

If he hears you he doesn’t answer, and so you keep moving, what else is there to do? Removing your shoes, dropping your bag. Maybe you are just tired, maybe the doormat wasn’t that crooked, maybe the fingermarks on the handle were yours, maybe-

‘’ You know I couldn’t. ‘’ Alejandro sits on your sofa, his back against the cushion, your cat purring on his lap. ‘’ Such a pretty thing like you… ‘’

It is meant as a joke, probably, but it doesn’t make you laugh, doesn’t make your insides warm up like they used to. All you feel now is cold, a deep, freezing cold that seeps inside your bones, and tense your shoulders, making bile pill up in your mouth.

‘’ Can I feed the cat? ‘’

A simple question, one that he nods to, one that he understands means you are not jumping on a hidden gun or making a b-line for the bedroom window. The cat is up as soon as he hears the pantry open, rubbing on your legs, wet nose meeting your ankles. You put more kibble in the bowl, just in case.

‘’ Wasn’t easy to find you. ‘’ He continues, ‘’ Montana is large, it was pretty hard to track. You could have moved countries. ‘’

‘’ Just to have you catch the flight log? ‘’ You move to the armchair in front of him, taking a seat, ‘’ I thought I did well, everyone makes mistakes. ‘’

You cross your legs, tucking your feet. He watches your every move, like a hawk, barely moving. Alejandro doesn’t look much different than he was a year ago, black still looks great on him, his arms are bigger, the beard slightly longer too.

Your first mistake was getting recruited by the CIA, a consultant they had told you, something up to your added value. Talent, Matt had called it later down the line, interrogation is what makes the world turn. In a way it did, they all talked, and you went home, cashed your check, just to fly back out whenever was needed. A few months later, you met Alejandro on base, near the Mexican border. You liked his eyes, how he didn’t speak much, didn’t move air, a peacefulness to his presence, weirdly.

And then one day your contract changed hands, no CIA, just Matt, and whoever held the chains. Your second mistake was to accept it, not to ask for a transfer, and join the team. You could sense the heaviness in the interrogation rooms now, notice the dangerous glint in Alejandro’s eyes. The hours would be longer, the pay better, dirtier. Sometimes, Alejandro would join you, make you leave the room halfway in, cutting the camera before closing the door behind you. Everything was more hands-on, no more slowly gnawing at it, no more psychological tactics, just raw human nature, animals in cages. Most days would end with you screaming at Matt that you would quit, that this wasn’t what you had signed up for. Oh, but it is, sweetheart, do you know what happens to you if you break this contract?

Threats, every day, all of it, but you couldn’t allow yourself to find out, not after Kate, not when you had heard words here and there of what had happened. You had gotten to know Alejandro better pretty quickly after that. Maybe you had eventually gained his respect by being so out of bounds every time.

Between the long hours, the endless plane rides, inevitably running into him at the motel bar, even when you thought there was no way something would come out of it, you kept finding him around every corner. And then you kissed him one night, or maybe he did, one drink too much, pressing on you, bringing you up against the bed. Your third mistake. It felt different to be able to touch him, how he would accept it, initiate it even. A breath of fresh air compared to those stuffy interrogation rooms.

You found comfort in Alejandro’s arms, in the dark of night, letting him wrap around you, letting the sound of his breathing ease the voices in your head, letting him trace figures on your back with his fingers until you would fall asleep.

No one knew, no one suspected a thing, and you liked it better that way, as you are sure he did too. Matt wasn’t blind, though, you could see the crease between his brows when you would get on the plane together, how he had started to comment on your outfits, your hair. You could tell he was going fishing, throwing the bait, waiting to see if the wolf would bite. Still, he was always your colleague first, a good one, never late, easy to work with, and then he was something else. Something you couldn’t name, something you couldn’t exactly pinpoint, not lovers, not friends.

Then one day you cracked, like an egg, somewhere in the middle, slicing you in half. A long time coming. I can’t do this anymore, you had told Alejandro, sobbing, huddling in the tub, under the water. You could feel the water in your lungs, the tightness of your chest, in your throat. I can’t breathe, I can’t, I- You don’t remember him turning off the water, gently pulling you out, but you remember him wrapping the towel around you, hugging you to warm you up, brushing your wet hair with his fingertips, rubbing the water of your back. You can, of course you can.

You remember telling him you were done, that when Matt would receive your resignation letter tomorrow you would be long gone. You owed him that, the truth, the why, before leaving and never seeing him again. You couldn’t bear the thought of him wondering, the pain it could cause of losing someone again. Don’t do this, you know what they think when people leave, what they will do.

What they will make me do, he meant, and here he is.

You let yourself sink into the pillows, feel the tightness in your throat, let your shoulders drop. Now that you are closer, you notice more grey in his hair, a sign that time hasn’t stopped for him either.

‘’ Now what? ‘’ You breathe. The air is thick, the room dark. What will you do now?

‘’ I’m not here for you. ‘’ His eyes soften, and he readjusts himself in his seat. ‘’ I killed Alarcón. I’m here because I’m done, it’s over. ‘’

I’m not here for you. I killed Alarcón. It is just Alejandro in your living room, plain, simple, soft Alejandro, no wolf, no sharp teeth, waiting to pounce. Him, here, after that, you think maybe he wants to talk about it. A shoulder to rest on, after all the stress from those years, the hard work, repressing everything down.

‘’ How do you feel? ‘’

‘’ I don’t know ‘’ His dark eyes are back on you. ‘’ Relieved, I guess. ‘’

You are still not over the fact that he is not here to kill you, only looking for comfort, friendship. Your fingers are still tightly wrapped around the armrest, and the fabric bristles as you let go.

‘’ You want a beer? ‘’ A peace offering.

‘’ Hmm. ‘’

You can tell Alejandro is somewhere far away now, deep in thought, going back to caress the cat as it snuggles back into him. He must be there, you think, where Alarcón was that day, he probably feels the gun in his hand, hears the bullets hit the ground. You know the way he remembers those things so clearly as if he was hovering, watching. He had told you so one night on the jet, when Matt was fast asleep on the couch, when you were seated across from him, when you had asked him if he had dreams too, as vivid, as bloodied. I don’t, he had said, and then motioning to his temple with a finger, but it’s in here, I’m always there.

You are alone in the kitchen for a minute and then you aren’t, turning around, knocking into him who is now in front of you, with so little space to spare. Alejandro takes the beer from your hand, gently discarding it on the countertop. You let his eyes run over your face, let him observe for whatever he is looking for. He opens his mouth and then closes it, swallowing words that he decides are not meant to be said.

‘’ I came here because I’m not sure what to do now. ‘’

After all of it, he means, now that his goal is achieved, that debts are paid and revenge is cold and done.

‘’ You’ll figure it out, you always do. ‘’

You don’t flinch when his palm reaches up, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he cups his hand around your face, cradling your jaw between his fingers. You let his fingers warm up your skin, letting the familiarity of it submerge you.

‘’ I meant it, ‘’ he whispers, ‘’ so pretty… ‘’

‘’ I think you need sleep. ‘’ You caution back. It feels overwhelming, having him here, so close, after so many months.

‘’ I guess. ‘’

He trails off, but he is not listening, there is a hunger in his eyes, and you remember all the nights he would look at you like this, soft, tender, something you could mistake for affection. The tip of his fingers caresses your hair, running down the side of your neck, feeling your pulse underneath his touch. He knocks out of it after a few seconds, letting his hand rest on your shoulder instead.

There is a seriousness in his eyes, an int of doubt, something different.

‘’ I know what I need. I’m going to Bogotá, and I want you to come with me. ‘’

I need you to, he means, you’ll be safe with me. You feel as if the wind has been knocked out of you, the blood pumping in between your ears is loud and heavy, you can’t hear yourself think.

I can’t, I-

You can, of course you can.

#alejandro gillick x reader #alejandro x reader #sicario imagines #sicario imagine #benicio del toro x reader

[nerves-nebula]

Trigger warning for Donnie’s suicide note!

—

Leo finds out last.

She’s at the apartment, unloading the groceries she’d just gotten home from buying. They had a bit of excess food money this month, so she’d splurged and bought some special treats for herself and her brothers. She knew Mikey loved those gross sticky gummy candies, so she’d bought a huge family size pack of them just for him. Raph tended to forget to eat when he was in a hurry, so she’d picked up some meal supplement bars that she’d make sure to sneak into his backpack. Donnie, she’d spent some extra time thinking about. His texture issues made buying food for him harder, but she’d eventually settled on a box of water flavor packets that had some great nutritional stuff in it. Hopefully Donnie would like it, and if not she would just dare Raph to drink the packets raw.

She didn’t hear her phone ring from the table, too busy with her task. She couldn’t the stuff that needed to be refrigerated go bad.

As she finished she gave a twirl, feeling free in her new dress. Of all people, Casey had found it for her! It had tons of ruffles in the skirt that made it super poofy and felt so soft against her skin.

She took out the recycling while she was at it.

When she got back to the apartment it took her an extra ten minutes to remember where she’d put down her phone. When she finally found it anxiety spiked in her chest.

Fifteen missed calls.

Thirty-two texts from Mikey.

Ten texts from Raph.

Forty-six texts from April.

Seven texts from Casey.

One text from Donnie.

She opened the backlog.

Donathan💜👓: Hey, I left something on your bedside table. Grab it when you can, okay? Love you.

She frowned. The message was weird. She could count the number of times they’d texted “I love you” on one hand, and she only had three fingers! She made her way towards her room as she went and opened up the rest of the messages.

Sewer Bigfoot🏒: dude call raph

Sewer Bigfoot🏒: smthn bad happened with don

Sewer Bigfoot🏒: pls answer ur phone man

Sewer Bigfoot🏒: raph needs u 2 get all dons paperwork stuff

Sewer Bigfoot🏒: were at the hidden city main hospital

Sewer Bigfoot🏒: call when you can

Sewer Bigfoot🏒: im so sorry

Alright, now she was getting scared. She got to her room and immediately found what Donnie had left. A piece of paper, folded in perfect thirds. She had bought him this cardstock for Christmas. He only used it for things he thought were of the utmost importance.

“Leonardo,

I want to apologize to you. We made a promise to each other, a goofy promise, but a promise nonetheless. I’m going to break that promise.

I’m really proud of how you’ve grown. You’ve become one of my favorite people in the world, despite everything. You are strong and brave and you’ve learned how to love with your whole heart. I know you’ll grow and do amazing things.

Mikey and Raph have grown, too. Mikey’s art is going to take off in the Hidden City, I just know it, and Raph has the potential to do anything he sets his mind to. Gosh, I sound like I kindergarten teacher, but it’s true. I couldn’t be more proud of my family.

But I’m holding you back. I haven’t grown. If anything, I’m regressing. I can’t see a future for me where I do anything but hurt or hinder you, and I never want to do that. I want you to be free to live without the restraint of caring for a useless burden of a brother.

So I’m taking myself out of the equation.

I know it’s unfair of me to ask you to understand my reasoning. I know its unfair to ask you not to be sad or to not grieve.

I just hope one day you’ll understand.

Please don’t follow me.

Your brother always,

Donatello.”

Leo called Raph.

——

Yay! If you like it I’ll write everyone else’s perspectives, too.

-Monster Anon

*in tears* UM. OW???? I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE MANIACALLY CACKLING WHILE THROWING ANGST AT YOU GUYS??? WhaT thE Hell??

anyway I was thinking of how donnie would try to kill himself and I thought of him and his brothers joking around and Leo being like "Remember when you got so upset you turned yourself into a monster for like a week??" and Donnie laughing and saying "Yeah, b-b-but in my defense I've l-learned from my p-past! I only drink p-poison when I know ex-exactly what it'll do!" and they all laugh and Donnie is just sitting there like: They Dont Know I'm Going To Mystically Poison Myself :)

#nnstuff #suicide tw #ask #tmnt donnie #teenage mutant neglected turtles #neglected fic #tmnt leo

[fandomiplier]

no closer could i be to god (or why he would do what he's done)

pairing: character study; no pairing

genre: angst; no comfort

warnings: blood, canon typical violence, intergenerational trauma, death

originally posted on ao3

hi everyone! i have been thinking a lot about bi-han's traumas with the lin kuei (and his father, more specifically) and wanted to write something about it. i literally took most of this out of my ass, so it's not canon compliant at all lmao. the title is from hozier's "de selby (part 1)", which was my soundtrack while writing this. hope you enjoy this angst train!

watching the snow is always a soothing experience. to bi-han, at least.

him, kuai liang and tomas have set camp in the middle of a forest, a few miles away from the ying fortress. the undercover part of the mission requires extreme carefulness, resulting in no light or heat sources of any kind, especially during nighttime. sitting in between the trees at the early hours of the morning, it’s bi-han’s turn to guard his brothers’ sleep. he knows both of them don’t mind the cold – especially kuai liang -, but bi-han can’t help but smirk at the thought that he’s the one awake when it starts to snow.

he doesn’t mind it. he did, once – but now, bi-han can’t tell how much of him is organic and how much of him is just ice in a human form. his powers are such a fundamental part of himself and how he interacts with the world around him, that remembering how things were before them just feels uncomfortable and incomplete. he recalls the nights spent under heavy snowstorms, blinded and hindered by the sheer force of it. he recalls seeing the look on his mother’s face once his father began his training – well, the cryomancer training at least.

he does not remember this first lin kuei training, a distant and foggy memory he often recalls solely due to his mother’s accounts. bi-han does not remember being anything before he became a fighter. his first memories are mostly training ones, and thinking about them is often unpleasant. remembering his weakness is not the type of reminiscing he enjoys; dwelling on past mistakes does him no good when he can’t become better from them. there is nothing else to improve by thinking about his childhood, so he doesn’t.

he does remember his first cryomancer training. he had just turned 16 and his father had just returned from a mission. he remembers the look on the old man’s face once he entered their home, after the usual medical check-up and mission report. his father was equal parts terrifying and severe – and seeing the almost malicious look in his eyes is something that stills haunts bi-han, as much as he tries to evade the memory. he knew what turning 16 meant; he always knew, he was being trained for this exact moment all his life. bi-han had never been anything but resigned and reliable, both to his father and to the lin kuei. he knew it would happen eventually – and would gladly die in the middle of the storm if it meant honoring both his family and his clan.

without a word, his father guided him to the backdoor of the house, opening it. the exit led to a forest, much like the one bi-han sits now. and, without a thought, bi-han left the warmth and walked aimlessly for five days in the middle of a snowstorm.

he remembers every single second of those days. he recalls the feeling of hopelessness that arose once he realized he could no longer find his house. he recalls the excruciating pain in every inch of his body, both from hypothermia and from the walk. he remembers the delirious visions he endured, the wolf he had to kill in order to eat and survive. the rules were clear: no fire, no shelter. meat was eaten raw and bloody and warmth was not an option, not even from the skin and fur he removed from the animal. he remembers the sound of the wind, the cracking of the trees. he recalls the wetness of his pants and shoes, buried so deep in the snow he could barely feel them after a couple of hours.

he recalls collapsing after the third day, feeling every single snowflake that covered his skin before passing out.

his body was found on the fifth day, under a thick layer of snow. he woke up three days later, in one of the rooms on the medical pavilion of the lin kuei temple. his mother sat by his bed, a thick coat covering her frame. bi-han didn’t understand at first – the place felt incredibly warm, almost uncomfortably hot; she would have no reason to wear such a garment indoors. and then he realized the heavy condensed puffs of air that left his mouth with every breath, along with the delicate ice formations that covered almost every single part of the room, from the bedframe to the walls. worse, he could somehow feel every single part of that ice, almost as if they were extensions of his own body. he realized he could move them, if he focused for long enough, stretching up to the ceiling or recoiling to just the bedframe. it felt wonky, like a broken member – he could feel it, but controlling and moving felt painful.

this memory in particular amuses him. it not only shows him the obvious – he has drastically improved his skills since then, becoming the cryomancer the clan needed -, but the fact that he survived all that time in the cold with no aid or protection showed him how strong he actually was. it showed him that, even in the most adverse situations, fighting against mother nature itself, bi-han could and would rise victorious, no matter the cost. mastering ice was a natural, almost logical consequence of his existence; bi-han does not dwell on subjectivities or emotion and prides himself in his practicality and logic. his ego is often fed by the fact that he knows he’s good in every single thing he does – and that very few, almost none carry the same strength, resilience and greatness as he does.

bi-han is aware, however, that his father would never be satisfied. in his eyes, bi-han was not and would never be enough – and bi-han knew that. he was acutely aware of the critical stare the man always sported and the disdain in his voice every time he interacted with bi-han. being the eldest son taught him that praise and affection were achieved through servitude and resignation; and even when he worked his hardest and pushed past every single limit, the praise he craved deep down was still uncertain. even in death, bi-han knows every single situation his father would’ve criticized his choices, down to the exact words he would’ve used. always the same tone, always the same phrases.

in the years preceding the old man’s death, bi-han became aware of the patterns. he always knew them, at least subconsciously, but they only became notable once he actively looked for it. bi-han knew how and what and when he would say something, almost like a script from a play. it became predictable and, therefore, able to be used as leverage. bi-han couldn’t openly confront his father, he was still grandmaster of the lin kuei after all. but he could make sure the man ate his words every time he opened his mouth – and that felt enough of a victory as he could achieve at the time.

he does not dwell on their last conversation. he does not feel guilty for their last encounter.

he does feel guilty for not seeing his mother in her last moments, however. the news of her passing was delivered to him upon return from a mission, along with kuai liang. even then, bi-han knew he could and would not grieve her as she deserved – the clan needed a strong figure to support his father and kuai liang and tomas needed someone to lean on. he knew he would never be able to properly express how important she had always been during his upbringing and how much of her heart he still carries to this day. every single memory he has of her is crystalized in time inside his mind, secretly treasured like a hidden chest of precious jewelry.

kuai liang is terribly like her, in the best and worst ways possible. he has the strong sense of justice and rebellion that she did – a fierce and strong warrior, capable of the most amazing accomplishments he’s ever heard of. his mother was fire itself: bright and brilliant and terribly passional. unchecked, his mother could devour entire villages all by herself. as much as mastering ice was his own nature, mastering fire was kuai liang’s. as much as becoming grandmaster was his destiny, becoming the lin kuei’s general was kuai liang’s.

bi-han notices the sky beginning to brighten. if they lifted camp now, they would probably arrive at ying fortress before dawn.

duty called – and, once again, the lin kuei rose to the challenge.

at least, for now.

(c) fandomiplier. do not repost.

#mortal kombat #sub zero #bi han #kuai liang #mk1 #kuai liang mk1 #bi han mk1 #autistic bi han #bc i will die on this hill #tomas vrbada #smoke #mortal kombat 1 #subzero mk1 #scorpion mk1 #smoke mk1

[adastra121]

…I have a silly idea. A question for your Touchstarved OCs! How many times in the demo would they have met an untimely end? How do you predict them dying in the future?

So, not necessarily predicting how the MC will die in the routes, just wondering what doom looks like for your OC in particular.

I’ll start:

Luneth the Unnamed

She does pretty well in the demo, actually, the only time she might have died is by Leander after he grabs her cursed hand, but he’s “perfectly fine” so everything’s a-okay. Right?

The Senobium, probably. Trusts institutions over individuals. Would submit herself to experimentation for the greater good.

Vere. If their enmity grows, it could end in bloodshed and since she isn’t a fighter, her odds don’t look good.

There’s not a lot here, I expect her to be the MC who actually survives. Let’s go final girl!

Jin the Alchemist

Soulless. Boy spends his days studying and conducting alchemical experiments, he does not exercise enough to outrun a Soulless creature before Mhin gets there.

Leander. He trusts him so much.

Ais. If Ocudeus makes him lose control, Jin isn’t going to win a fight against him, and I don’t think he’ll be able to outrun him, either..

The Senobium. He too would submit himself to experimentation for the greater good. Compared to Luneth who’d be like, “This is my purpose. This is how I contribute to the world,” though, he’d probably view it more as a deserving punishment for being a monster. He has to be restrained somehow because he is made to hurt, and there is no redemption for that.

Mentor. I can see a path where he leaves Eridia and returns to her. He already has doubts about his decision to flee. Would let her take his life to keep others safe.

Seaspring. Would drink from it after losing all hope for another cure.

Alon the Hound Oh boy...

Vere. “Call me a dog again, and I’ll make you bleed.” “You got it, bitch! :D”

Vere. Booped the snoot of his monster form.

Vere. After trying to prank him with static electricity — look, it was Ais’s fault for giving them the idea of Vere’s tail frizzing up. Can you just picture Vere with a hand on that static electricity ball in the science centres? POOFY VERE XD

Vere. After drawing a portrait of Vere for his Senobium employee of the month picture (he is not employee of the month). They’re not really an artist. It looks like she’s insulting him. It amused Kuras before they died, though, so. Worth it.

Vere. Tried to serenade him. *strums lute badly* “I love you, bitch.”

Vere. Said directly to his face, “Sometimes I wonder how I taste haha.”

Vere. After trying to pick his pockets.

Vere. Surrendered.

Ocudeus. Tried fighting it.

Ocudeus. Tried flirting with it.

Ocudeus. Tried eating it.

Ocudeus. Tried flirting with it again.

Ocudeus. Tried to pick its pockets. And no, the eldritch kraken does not have any pockets, you dumbass—

Ais. “Trust me bro, I got this.” After asking him to help them with the famous magic trick that involves catching a deadly projectile in her mouth. I don’t know, I just feel like they'd enable each other with dumb shit.

Leander. Drank his poisoned punch on a dare. See the above.

Kuras. When judgement comes for their soul, I feel like she’d annoy the gods into smiting them.

Kuras. Ate his cooking. They’re the kind of person to eat rice raw and try to cook it by drinking boiling water. How much more dangerous could the doctor’s cooking be—

Senobium. They’d have a contentious relationship with the Senobium in every route, so the academy would take no issue with killing the thief. Probably via Vere.

Senobium. There is at least one universe in the demo where they made the split second decision to swipe that Senobium cleric’s keys and attempt to break Vere out. Spontaneous jail break wooooooo! They’d fail horribly, of course, but I know that there’s at least one alternate universe where she would do that.

Seaspring. Gave into their impulses and cannonballed into the Seaspring. Though who else lowkey wants to swim in the forbidden soup?

Mhin. Would sooner choose to die than kill their friend. So if Mhin loses control and running’s not an option…Damn, there’s so much they wanted to do with them. They wanted to make them laugh more. They wanted them to teach her about alchemy because it seems to make them happy. They still haven’t told them the secret to that one magic trick they could never pick apart and she knows how that’s been driving them crazy, even though they pretend they don’t care, even though they always care more than they let others know, it’s one of the reasons she—She never got to tell them. Ah, well. They’ll figure it out without her. She knows they will.

Please feel free to reblog with your OCs' death count/causes of death predictions!

#luneth is my final girl I am GOING to have her survive #she’s going to WIN #jin is looking like a doomed heroine in those romantic tragedies #and alon… #just play that ‘dumb ways to die’ song for alon #negative stats for self preservation instincts #alon is on the ‘vere kills you’ ending speedrun #touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved oc #luneth the unnamed #jin the alchemist #alon the hound