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hyuniyz · 2 years

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SKZ’S REACTION TO A MEMBER WALKING IN ON YOU

PAIRING. bf!stray kids x female!reader

GENRE. crack | humour | suggestive

WORDS. 917

A/N. i’ve returned from the grave 😔 everybody scream !! wrote this one under 15 minutes 😋 i’m so proud of myself. anyways i hope you enjoy !!

bangchan ( 방찬 )

★ HE GETS SO RED ITS NOT FUNNY. he knows how hard the members are gonna tease him about this oh he can already see changbin and han having a field trip. good luck because once he realises minho just saw his leader grinding on his girlfriend he’ll stand 5 feet away from you like no way we getting close after that happened. giving very much 🧍‍♀️acts like if he stands farther away from you it will solve everything. someone please go check on minho i’m concerned.

lee know ( 리노 )

★ unbothered. like so unbothered i’m not even exaggerating. when he hears han’s loud screech he separates his lips from your own and pays no attention to the way you tilt your head up to chase after his lips. instead he releases a deep chuckle at the way han tripped over clothes in his haste to escape the scene “what do you want han-ah” and han is mortified because how can minho be speaking so indifferently as if you’re not currently leaving open mouthed kisses against his neck ⁉️⁉️ han swears he’s never run this hard before. HE THOUGHT LEE KNOW WAS BAD BUT YOURE JUST AS BAD AS HIM. will never enter your room again he’s traumatised for life.

changbin ( 창빈 )

★ omg i definitely feel like changbin would act like nothing happened because gotta keep up the tough guy act you know but his red cheeks give him away. you’re fairly certain that from where you’re lying beneath him you can feel how his ears start burning up under the stare of hyunjin who doesn’t know if he should scream for his mother or run out of the room. chooses to do both and as soon as the door closes behind him changbin darts after him to convince hyunjin to keep his mouth shut.

hyunjin ( 현진 )

★ does not help the situation at all. when an unsuspecting jeongin barges in only to pause at the sight of his hyung withering on his own bed while his girlfriend kneels between his legs. my man takes a screenshot. jeongin.exe has stopped. it’s silent for a whole week 15 seconds until hyunjin just starts laughing as in hysterically as in mf nearly rolls off the bed but manages to catch himself. his laughter snaps jeongin out of his trance and he runs like his ass is on fire. when you turn back to a still laughing hyunjin and stress over how you’ve probably traumatised the poor boy he just waves you off and pulls you back in. got me feeling things 😔

han ( 한 )

★ actually looks like he’ll have a breakdown when chan walks in on han trying to adjust you in his lap. the way his hands just stop in mid air skkekeks. chan decides to put him out of his misery and acts nonchalant as if he didn’t just see his member manhandle his girlfriend. when chan simply asks what han wants for lunch his head snaps towards you so fast and he looks at you as if you’re the answer to all his problems. man somehow manages to mutter out a “we’ll have whatever you’re having hyung ” but he stutters so much that you’re surprised that chan actually understands and leaves without a word. han finally relaxes when the door closes and buries his head in your neck screaming a “he will never let me live that down” muffled against your skin

felix ( 필릭스 )

★ HIM 😭 a gem we must protect. seungmin is confused how felix actually looks like the one who walked in on a traumatising scene instead of him. because while seungmin is completely calm and relaxed felix is rambling on and on about how it was just a compromising position but nothing actually happened because he knew some of the members were home and he would never be selfish like that ☹️☹️ he’s so sincere i cry. his justification goes on for so long that you just lay back down instead of explaining because clearly he’s doing enough for the both of you. doesn’t stop apologising to seungmin until he threatens to punch him. runs back to you holding his hands above his crotch.

seungmin ( 승민 )

★ has his usual poker face on. it’s gonna take so much more to embarrass him but even he can’t deny the color creeping onto his cheeks while him and changbin have a silent staring contest and you lay breathless behind seungmin - his body concealing yours slightly. “what hyung” he speaks with the biggest threat in his eyes and changbin’s wise enough to retreat quietly without another word but you both hear his next words when he shouts loud enough for the members to hear “seungmin’s finally getting laid!” and that’s enough to send seungmin running after changbin. “what do you mean finally bitchass??”

jeongin ( 아이앤 )

★ i feel so bad for felix. if the loud ass screech he let out is any proof my man is definitively traumatised by seeing his YOUNGER brother get some 😔 he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to cheer i.n on or feel bad for himself for being single. I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE. i.n is the definition of calm and collected when he turns to felix who’s frozen with wide eyes. “what now hyun-“ he’s cut off by a screech “everything i see in this dorm is against my will” felix says before running off. it seems like he’s used to this, and maybe jeongin is too because he turns back towards you with a scoff acting as if the last few seconds didn’t happen. wooohoo 😩 he’s hot

#💌 — jkwoqs #bang chan #bangchan x reader #changbin x reader #han jisung #han jisung x reader #hyunjin x reader #jeongin #jeongin x reader #lee felix #seungmin x reader #seungmin #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids short story #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids reactions

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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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Can I get a clingy s/o with fnaf crew (2)

{ like the last one with a fnaf 1 ?} :D

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 2

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝙵𝙽𝙰𝙵 2

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢, 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎, 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

My dumbass might've realized a little too late you probably also meant the withered bots... But I only wrote these guys 💀 AZOAJAI I'm sorry-

-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲

This man is the clingy one.

Handsy motherfu-

He's delusional so he definitely would expect you to love him back -if not he'd make you-

But when you actually started clinging to him on your own free will, it's like fireworks went off in his head.

"Huh? You... You love me right? Yup! You definitely do."

You hold his hand once on your own and he instantly decides that you must love him back just as much as he loves you-

Gives you lots of kisses and gets all delusional.

The type to punch or kill rivals with a smile cuz he's too happy that you love him back.

Thinks it's okay to get rid of everyone because you love him and you'd agree.

"Just knowing how they love me like that makes me so happy~"

-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

If you are clingy to him when you're in the public he's gonna be so cocky.

Likes to show you off, especially show off how much you love him.

Gets a little embarrassed if you hang off him for too long but won't back down.

"Yeah that's right! They love me soooo much, don't you star?~"

In private he's a little softer, appreciating your touch more than just boasting about it after every little caress.

You being clingy = Toy Bonnie teasing and bullying you more since he believes you won't leave him.

The second someone gets close to you he has his sight on the person within 0.5 seconds and gets jealous.

Unknowingly because of the attention you give him you have him on the palm of your hand, Toy Bonnie doesn't want you to stop so he'll either end up threatening you to be even more affectionate or kill whoever he views as a threat.

"It's fine, it's fine, I can kill everyone and they'll only love me."

-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚

Oh of course you are. Who wouldn't be?

Unlike Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie, who just melt onto your affection and cuddle, -With Bonne in private- Toy Chica just soaks it up and gives you praise for being good instead.

"Awww that's so adorable~ you're being such a good pet today [Y/N]~"

Usually she acts like it's nothing and let's you do whatever you want, but the way she returns her affection begins to change.

It's a lot more needy, a lot of time you'll be left with scratches and bruises all over you but Toy Chica looked just so happy when placing you on her lap and doing everything.

You can never give Toy Chica too much attention, so if you even just as much as look at another person for too long she'll notice. She's shooing everyone away when the two of you cuddle, it's your personal time after all.

Holding you even tighter and dragging you around, it's strange to watch her usual calm and sadistic composure break into something akin to need and jealousy.

Obviously whoever has gained your interest will be dead but you'll get a punishment too, how dare you get her so worked up!

"Looks like I need to tie you up whenever I leave so you don't go to someone else huh..."

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞

Y'all they're tired- so do expect them to just come to you when they feel drained out, no matter if you're kidnapped or just doing your job.

Completely melts when you start clinging to them or doing anything at all, please just touch them -simp-

"Is it really alright?... Okay, I'll try not to hurt you then..."

They are scared to hurt you but as soon as they notice you don't really give a fuck and still cling to them they're about to do a 180

No you have bitemarks all over you, Mangle's a deranged bot if someone let's them loose, they'll cuddle you happily while scratching and biting.

Watch his insanity just go down the more you let go of the leash, the second someone approaches you he's biting their limbs off, whenever someone talks to you the person is dead the next morning.

"[Y/N]!~ Ah don't worry it's not my blood, give me a hug!"

-> 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭

Man's so tired, so when you go out of your way to hug or squeeze at him he lowkey metls.

Buts it's that soft melting where he doesn't say anything and just enjoys it.

His mood will go from "tired babysitter" to "happy tired babysitter", likes nuzzling your hair especially.

"Your touch is really soothing, [Y/N]... Don't stop, I like it."

Really sweet, probably likes humming softly while the two of you hug and maybe make you go to sleep.

For every hug or time you cling to him he gets you a present, some of it it's stolen and some he made himself but the puppet hopes you like them.

He's a really calculative bot though, don't go too long without giving him a hug or he's gonna start manipulating you...

You see- the thing is, the puppet wants you to be a certain way and if you're not to his liking he's going to break you down and build you up like how he prefers you to be.

"What's wrong darling, why do you look so scared? Ah- that person? Yeah I do wonder who left them for dead like that, but let's go back and cuddle."

So for you to be clinging to other people too? He really needs to do something about it.

#yandere fnaf #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf 2 #yandere toy freddy #yandere toy bonnie #yandere toy chica #yandere mangle #yandere puppet #yandere headcanons

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rottenbrainstuff · 3 months

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BG3 playthrough - ending act 2

Ugh. I’m at the end of Act 2 now…. This game has kept me so wonderfully occupied for months, I’m kind of sad to be nearing the end, but also excited to see what else will happen. Of all the things I have already spoiled for myself, I’m mostly totally unfamiliar with the dark urge content for act 3, so I’m excited to see what new horrors I get to wring my tav through!

I thought I’d quickly wrap up after defeating Ketheric and move on, but dang there’s a lot of things to clean up here… everyone suddenly needs to talk to me all at once, even fricking Withers showed up. There’s books to grab now that no one is watching, corpses to loot. Aylin and Isobel are fucking hilarious, I love them, they’re adorable.

I’m really sad there’s so many ways to shit-talk Zevlor with Cerys. (oddly there’s also dialogue options to talk about him as if he’s dead when he definitely is not. The dialogue in act 2 definitely needs some polish, I’ve found a lot of little errors like this) Man I dunno. I mean he definitely failed. His own personal responsibility in regards to that failure is debatable. The tieflings are certainly in their right to be angry. But like. He fully accepts his culpability without excuse. He seems like he’s completely thrown himself away because of one moment of weakness against a foe whose entire MO is to manipulate people into obedience. In the end he wasn’t even suitable to be a true soul anyways, he says he was rejected, possibly because he was fighting, he can’t remember. I totally get the anger but I also feel bummed I don’t have more dialogue options to try to argue harder on his behalf, even if Cerys will never forgive him. Sigh. Does Alfira have anything to say? In a normal playthrough is she with the group at the tower? I’m just too protective of my sad old man hellrider I guess.

Before I left the shadow curse map, I stopped back at Last Light just to see if there was anything left. …there was. There were a handful of tieflings still there, and still giving me the “I saw a light in the sky!” dialogue. I hope nothing is permanently bugged for them and they’ll travel over to act 3 properly? Lakrissa was still there, Cal and Lia were still there, and Danis was there by himself in the yard (amusingly, after I brought him back from the Moonrise prison, sometimes he was walking around with Bex, and other times they somehow got separated and would just stay stuck in their separate spots, waiting for the other one to join them).

I’ve heard some people say that the scene with Raphael and Mol playing lanceboard has been removed, and replaced with a bit of an odd dialogue instead. I reloaded one of my own saves of me walking up to Last Light for the first time, and it was still the lanceboard scene for me, but maybe I just wasn’t loading back far enough? Some people speculate that the scene has been changed to get rid of an uncomfortable comment Raphael makes about Mol being “a blushing apple waiting to be plucked.” Other people are saying this is actually a glitch, and I am hoping that is the case. I accidentally got a strange dialogue path once when I was talking to Jaheira, and it seems this dialogue is from an alternate plot if you didn’t end up saving the grove. I’m hoping this alternate Raphael scene has to do with that.

Raphael’s line is definitely extremely uncomfortable but like. In my opinion… that’s… the point. Y’all really, really, desperately really need to learn that it’s ok to feel uncomfortable, there are going to be lots of things in life that make you feel uncomfortable, and you are actually going to have to find a way to process that feeling rather than demand that everything that makes you feel uncomfortable be removed. It’s an uncomfortable line. I don’t think Raphael has specific sexual intent in mind when he makes the statement, but I think it is very unfortunately worded, and it’s like that on purpose, and it’s supposed to make you go oh wow that is not cool. Raphael is a devil, he is literally evil, and I’m sorry if this comes as a surprise, but it makes sense that he would say things that are Not Good.

Anyways, I do really think it’s a glitch rather than a change, because if you wanted to get rid of that line, it would be much much easier to just edit that single line out of the conversation and salvage the rest of the scene, rather than completely rewriting a totally new conversation, a new conversation which now also doesn’t start the discussion about Mol’s contract with Raphael. That’s what I’m putting my money on, anyways, and I hope it’s true, because the lanceboard scene is nice and that would be a stupid reason to just cut the entire thing out.

In all the gifs I’ve seen of Gortash, I never understood his appeal, he always just gave me the overwhelming impression that he smells like a pile of damp towels that sat in a corner instead of being properly dried. Now that I’ve seen him, I am doubling down on that. I’m glad for the girlies who are crazy for him, and I definitely like him as an amusing antagonist, but I still imagine him as a stinky mildewed goblin man.

I am STILL crying about the little note from baby Isobel that Ketheric kept with him. I think my tav is going to start carrying that around as well. Fuck, man.

My tav has really been through the shit with all the creepy dark urge flavour in the colony, and all he wants is a fucking rest to process some of this, but he can’t because now we’ve got the Big Giant Emperor reveal coming up.

#bg3 raphael #zevlor #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 playthrough #bg3 spoilers

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boxxecl · 7 months

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please read my fic about wanting to kiss someone in the dark. g rated. <2k (i think)

•X•X•

A sliver of moonlight creeps its way through the gap where the curtains aren’t quite pulled to; it’ll annoy Mike in the morning, the mid-morning sun waking him too early, never allowing him the eight hours of sleep a growing boy needs. Still, he won’t check that they’re completely shut tomorrow night, and when they’re not, he’ll once again watch Will's face — cut through with silver — shift in the shadows.

He’s awake now, whispering about a new campaign idea he has. They do this when they know they should be sleeping. Pretend everything’s normal, that tomorrow they’ll get up, get ready for school and afterwards do whatever it is normal sixteen-year-old boys do: play video games, watch movies, shoplift dirty magazines from the top shelf of the magazine section at Mr. Finchley’s general store. The world hasn’t ended and they’re having a normal sleepover at Mike’s house, same as they always did when they were younger.

“I think there should be a dragon in the crystal cave,” says Mike after Will’s finished explaining parts of a particularly arduous-sounding dungeon crawl.

Will gives him a withering look as best he can in the darkness, one that say of course there’s going to be a dragon in the crystal cave. What do you take me for? Then he laughs at his own attempt at admonishment. Realises he’s being too loud, clamps a hand over his mouth, because even though they’re not ordinary sixteen-year-old boys and the world did end, Mike’s mother still won’t tolerate them being up and giggling in the early hours. If they get caught again, Will’s going to be back in the basement with his brother; an arrangement a sum total of eighty percent of the house’s dependant population would object to.

Maybe she’s right, it’s almost two AM and Mike’s head aches behind the eyes, a persistent strain that begs them to close. Just for a moment, just for a short rest. He doesn’t want to sleep, though; with Will under the cloak of darkness is the only time he feels like the world is still orbiting the sun and not hurtling through space in a direct line to a black hole.

Will drops his hand onto the mattress between them, landing curled somewhere near his chin. Mike’s own hand twitches with the urge to reach out. He doesn’t. He doesn’t push down the thought, either. Hasn’t for a while. Let’s himself indulge in the fantasy of it for a moment. Fingers brushing, the electricity of skin-on-skin, trailing over the knobbly bones of his wrist. His heart barely even picks up speed at the idea anymore, used to the wanting. The way he feels is so much less dangerous here. He’s shrouded, obscured. His emotions become grayscale at night, blending into his bedsheets, the only technicolour provided by the moonlight that cuts Will’s face in two.

It’s all there in the places where he’s illuminated. The shine of one eye, over the bridge of his nose, down to the curved corner of his still smiling mouth, the one underneath the mole. It’s barely concealed everywhere he’s not. Across his jawline, his throat, his broad shoulders. His hands, his hands, his hands.

Will’s quiet; must notice that Mike’s somewhere else, with someone else. A version of Will that doesn’t shy away when Mike tries to touch him, returns every affection with his own. Mike wonders, sometimes, if he could. If maybe when they stop talking and stay awake, watching each other for too long to be an accident, that Will experiences any of the reverence Mike does. If he, too, considers shuffling an inch, two, closer; their breaths mingling, a barely noticeable heat radiating off their skin. An invitation where the R.S.V.P. is to do the same.

Neither move, settled into something so fragile that any shift could break it. Mike’s gaze flicks down to where Will’s hand still lay, mapping out the rise and fall of his barely visible knuckles. He could. What was stopping him? Rejection? The world outside his bedroom window rained hellfire three times a week, it chased them down with bared teeth and elongated claws, it didn’t let them breath most days. Every day, month, week survived more of a miracle than the last. And Mike was worried about being embarrassed, worst of all feelings but still better than dead. Better than dying without knowing. If he dies without knowing, then what was the point of any of it?

He shifts a hand up slowly, like Will is a skittish animal that could startle at any sign of movement, doesn’t stop until it sits parallel to Will’s, four inches apart. It wouldn’t take much. Less than a second. Easier said. There’s a glacier between them, a gulf, a canyon. Light years upon light years, and an entire eternity. Mike wants to skip to the end of the chapter, see how it ends without having to get there. Wants to know if the final reprise is joyous or melancholy.

Will doesn’t retreat like Mike fears he might, doesn’t back up to the edge of the bed. He wouldn’t anyway; these days Will’s a restless sleeper, tossing and turning even on nights where the nightmares don’t take hold and wouldn’t risk hurtling off the side. If it were anyone else, Mike thinks, it would be annoying, but with Will, it just means he’s alive, safe in the confines of Mike’s childhood bedroom. As long as the posters hung on the walls and the last remnants of his toy collection sat gathering dust on the shelves, they’d never have to grow up. They could stay untouched by time, unharmed by what the future might bring.

Mike has long since realised it’s already too late for either of them. Will had never had the privilege of naïvety and Mike had seen too many bodies for childhood to be anything more than a nebulous concept that they clung to nonetheless. As if all the joys and simplicities of youth were stored on a game cartridge ready to be slotted in, a cheery 8-bit soundtrack playing in the background, overwriting the trauma of the real world.

“How does it end?” Asks Mike, so quiet he’s worried that Will doesn’t hear him properly. “The campaign?”

Will smiles, softly. “Secret,” he whispers back.

Mike could push it; he’d relent if he did, always does, but really, Mike doesn’t want to talk anymore. Too tired to say anything meaningful or interesting, too scared to simply be honest. Not in words, intangible things. Words can be scattered to the winds, ephemeral then lost forever. He wants to kiss him.

The thought is easy now. The first time the notion had come to him, unbidden and uninvited, he’d gone outside and put his fist to a brick wall. The wall had remained unharmed, but Mike’s knuckles had required some explaining when he got home. He doesn’t remember whatever lie he’d come up with, just his father commenting that it was lucky he wasn’t strong enough to break a bone. Despite the still stinging split skin, he’d wanted to punch him too.

Eventually, the rage had died down, though not before countless nights of waiting for Will to finally, mercifully fall asleep so he could scream silently into his pillow. His anger was as useless as his fear. It made even less sense in the grand scheme of everything. He’d let that one go, taken away by the storms and ravaging beasts.

He closes the gap half way, another two inches gone. Two to go. He gauges Will’s reaction; he’s watching the point where their fingers are closest, doesn’t take his eyes off it even when Mike takes a deep breath. With little more than a shift, he runs the back of his forefinger over Will’s knuckles, slowly, up and down between the ridges. Will’s so still that Mike isn’t even sure that he’s breathing. Maybe he isn’t, neither is Mike.

He wonders for a moment if he should stop, turn over and pretend he didn’t do anything; in the morning he could let Will think he’d dreamt it. Maybe that’s what Will wants. Maybe his stillness is cold and horrified and it’s only in his shock that he can’t pull away.

But then he uncurls his hand and turns it over so the palm faces upwards, somewhere new for Mike’s fingers to explore. He does. Runs them over Will’s own, calloused, slightly shaking. He traces the lines on his palm, tries to remember what they’re supposed to mean; heart line, head line, life line. He wishes he knew how to read them, wants to see if he can find himself there. He finds the pulse point in Will’s wrist, revels in how fast it is. This here feels dangerous. He’s hurtling towards a point where plausible deniability is no longer an option; that point is crossed half way up Will’s forearm.

At this point Will starts to breath again, his breath heavy enough that Mike can feel it, warming his face like a summer breeze. If it’s stale, he doesn’t notice, doesn’t think he’d care if he did. He finds another pulse point, the one at Will’s jugular, presses into it, counts the beats for tens seconds and multiplies by six. One-twenty or thereabouts.

“One hundred and twenty B-P-M,” he says.

Will doesn’t respond. Instead, he raises his tormenting hand, presses two fingers to the inside of Mike’s wrist. Fifteen seconds pass.

“One-oh-eight.”

“Damn, you beat me.”

Will laughs softly, dropping his hand. Mike doesn’t drop his. His fingers continue on their journey, although there isn’t much further they can go without retracing their steps and taking a different path altogether. They brush Will’s hair out of his eyes but it just falls back so he leaves them lingering at the crest if his cheekbone where the strip of light is brightest, a glowing whisper of a touch. His pale skin is stark white in the moonlight. He stays there, nowhere else to go.

“Mike?”

“Hmm?” Replies Mike, suddenly worried that he’s made a mistake, that Will’s only just realised what he was letting happen. He should pull away, he thinks. Turn over and go to sleep or at least wait and see if Will will do anything in response. He doesn’t, too caught up in the closeness. If he pulled away now and Will didn’t bring him back, that would be it. He wouldn’t try again.

Will’s eyes are wide and shining, his lips parted in a ghost of a reply as if the words won’t come to life on his tongue. When they do, Mike is struck still. “Why aren’t you kissing me?” He’s too sincere when he asks it, no hint of flirtation, like the fact that Mike hasn’t kissed him yet is of his own doing, a punishment for his wrongdoings whatever they might be. He doesn’t understand that kissing him is all Mike’s wanted to do for months and faced with the very real prospect, he doesn’t want to mess it up.

“Do you want me to?”

“Will you? If I say yes?”

“Only if you say yes.”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches up and places his fingers over Mike’s, intwines them.

“That’s not an answer,” says Mike. It's childish and stupid and refuses to take action. But Mike's always been a coward when it comes to Will, and even if he can force himself through that cowardice to make the first move, he can't follow through.

Maybe Will's a coward, too, if he's wanted Mike even half as long as Mike has wanted him, night after night keeping up the pretense of simple platonic companionship, nothing more than the continuation of a childhood friendship that they'd worked so hard to re-establish, nurtured it until it bloomed more lustrous than ever. Filling the silence with anything to distract them from the things that the wish the other already knew.

Will's lips part, allowing the moonlight to spill into his mouth and the word that comes out is celestial. “Yes.”

#this is both too short and too boring to justify posting on ao3 but theres some nice lines so im putting it here #the end is sooo cheesy i made myself cringe lmao #but its been sat in my drafts for 2 months and i want it GONE #byler #byler fanfic #mywriting

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justxright · 2 years

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Bruno Madrigal x Reader // “Fuck That Man that you Love so Bad”

No more soft fuzzy Bruno. I want angst. I don’t want peace, I want problems. Always.

A/N : I use she/ her pronouns, also mentions of death.

Its been weeks. Perhaps months since he has locked himself away in his tower. His room the casita redecorated for him had suddenly shifted back into its original form. It was no longer comforting and clean with a nice open space. Instead, it had revered back to having an enormous staircase in an empty, sandy cave.

He refused to leave his cave and the only time he’d ever eat is if Mirabel or Julieta would climb those stairs to bring him some food. Even then, he just didn’t feel like it but his sister and niece were determined to keep him alive.

“Tío Bruno… You can’t stay up here forever.” Mirabel’s voice echoed behind him while he lay in the sand breathing so quietly, she could have mistaken him for being dead.

“I’ll stay up here for as long as she is gone…” His voice was so silent, so quite. All the enthusiasm and improv in his voice was gone. It was like listening to the wind and hearing nothing.

Mirabel’s face had turned sorrowful for her uncle and spoke with a slight crack in her voice. She didn’t want to be the one to break the news to him. “Tío… she’s not coming back. I’m sorry but Y/n got married last week.”

His face didn’t even flinch. His body remained flat into the sand with the sound of his breathing echoing through the cave.

He knew. Bruno would always predict your future in hopes that one day he’ll see you with him again. But no, it only got worse.

He saw you meet a new man. Then he saw you get married. Oh, but the worse part was when he saw you pregnant with twins. That’s when he completely lost it and locked himself away. He knew you’d never love him as much as you loved your new husband, and that you would never be the one to have a family with him.

How he wished that you were Y/n Madrigal instead of whatever your new name was. “I’ve known before anyone else Mirabel and nothing you say will get me to leave.”

Mirabel began to slowly walk over to her uncle’s side and sat down quietly as she placed a plate of food by him. “Will you at least promise me that you’ll eat?…”

Nothing. No reply. Just the sound of soft breathing in an empty cave.

“Tío Bruno?…” Mirabel whispered while turning her head towards his face.

His face was red and puffy from all the crying. It’s like he had nothing left. No tears. No more screaming and crying to do. He was left with an empty heart and with whatever else was left of him.

“Fuck…” he whimpered quietly. “Fuck that man that she loves so bad. Fuck everything he took from me. If my future isn’t with her then I don’t want one.”

Mirabel felt his heartache and even began to feel tears in her own eyes. It was hard to see him the way he was now, and no amount of trying to convince him to move on was going to work.

For the time being, family members would climb the stairs and visit Bruno almost everyday. Someone new every time, until one day they stopped. His door no longer glowed, and the carving picture of him began to fade away until the whole door itself was completely gone.

You had only found out Bruno’s passing when a funeral was held in the town. None of the Madrigals would tell you how he died, but when you asked Mariano, he described it as “His heart just withered away.”

You only stood there with wide eyes and disbelief. No one would tell you how he died, and you finally understand why. It was because of you and the guilt overwhelmed you, consuming you alive as you stood at the very back of the funeral.

The Madrigals didn’t want to blame you. It was never your fault to chose the one you love.

But sometimes they wished that you didn’t break his heart as hard as you did.

Yuh. I don’t even know, but I’m typing all this up in the club rn. I hope y’all enjoyed <33

#bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto imagine #bruno encanto #encanto x reader #x reader #bruno x reader

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almost-a-class-act · 1 year

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Happy Pacific appreciation week!

Prompt: Day 3 ( February 8th ): Underrated characters Author's note: Could it be, me posting a fic on the day of the prompt before midnight? We're all surprised! I wrote about Lena, because she is criminally underrated in my opinion. Anyway, as with the first two this will probably end up on AO3 after I have some time to go over it again. You can find me there under roaroftheninth.

Lena will live for much longer in John’s aftermath than she ever did with him. It’s the kind of thing that will lay you straight out, if you let it – if you think about it too much. Not prone to fits of emotion, or to falling apart, she nevertheless knows better than to issue herself that particular challenge.

She tries not to think about it too much.

When their first wedding anniversary comes, he’s been gone for five months already, an interminable amount of time that is somehow, unbelievably, only a fraction of a lifetime – five months down, and so, so many more to go. Lucy goes with her into town – have a drink, take your mind off it – but by the time they get there, she can’t face getting off the train and looking strangers in the face. They disembark at the next stop instead, cross to the other platform, and get the train home.

By Christmas, John’s been dead for almost a year (longer than they’d known each other – she tries not to think about that too much, either, because the passage of time feels like missing a stair in the dark, a terrifying drop into the rest of her life). She has dinner with his family, his brothers trying to keep it from being a subdued affair, his parents completely unable to try. John’s sweet, grey-haired father, somehow smaller even than the last time she saw him, withered by grief, comes to sit with her and holds her hand. She bites down so hard on the part of herself that wants to weep that her whole body aches.

On the first anniversary of his death, she gets up earlier than usual and makes French toast. It doesn’t taste right, like everything sweet about it is gone. She doesn’t finish it. Lucy doesn’t say anything about it, but she gives it a week and then says, off-handedly, I’ve got a cousin who’s single. Nice guy, works in marketing or something. You want me to set you up? Lena is very polite but very firm. She does not want to be set up.

When summer comes again, she is one of the few marines left from wartime service. The familiar faces have dwindled in the past eight or ten months. Most of them see her wedding ring and assume she’s got a fella somewhere. It suits her fine. She still does not want to be set up.

It’s been almost three years since the last time she saw John when she spots the back of a dark head in a crowd. The lilt of his walk, the precise, tiny conceit in that stride, stops her in her tracks. She would know it anywhere. A hundred lifetimes from now, she would know it. John. She calls out, a hand flying up, because if she loses him in the crowd, what then? The rawness in her voice makes a handful of people turn around, but not him.

He turns and ambles into a hardware store, unaware. In profile, he is so obviously not John that her knees buckle.

John has been lost to her for five years when her smallest and most precocious niece asks her when she’s going to get married again. It is not a difficult question to answer – I’m not. She had never had a strong desire to get married, or not one that superseded everything else, anyway. Women who got married became wives, and there is nothing wrong with being someone’s wife, but she has never wanted to be only someone’s wife. She likes being a marine; she likes her neatly-kept apartment with its park view and no one to tell her not to leave her books open with cracked spines on the arm of the chair, or her empty coffee cups on the table. She has always liked doing things on her own time. She had even begun to assume that she was not the marrying kind at all before she met John, who had immediately made himself a notable exception to all of her rules.

And then she hadn’t been allowed to keep him. Now she was back to who she had always been – not the marrying kind. She knows better than to expect another John.

It is ten years since John when she looks around and realizes that she has friends to whom she has never mentioned that she is a widow. She barely thinks of herself as one. A widow is a descriptor given to delineate you in relation to someone else, and she has been on her own for a very long time.

I’m a widow, she thinks, frozen in place at the grocery store, in the middle of the soup aisle. Why does the word feel so strange?

The following year, when John’s father dies, she attends the funeral, and John’s family treats her like she belongs, like they always have. When she gets home, it’s the first time she cries since she stopped crying over John. It is like something has fallen away inside of her, created a pit of gravity that pulls down and down and down, and she doesn’t go to work the next day. It’s the one time she calls in sick in her entire career.

It is twenty-three years that John’s been gone when she retires from the marine corps. There is a flurry of interest, people turning their heads when they remember that she’s Lena Riggi Basilone. It doesn’t feel intrusive to let other people have a piece of John, the way it once did. He had never especially liked being a war hero, but she thinks he would have liked being remembered.

She’s been on her own for thirty-five years when she absently takes her wedding ring off one day, trying to find some relief from the way her hands are swollen from the summer heat wave. The way her heart lurches when she rubs that spot with her thumb only to find it bare feels like a dim echo of the day they told her about John, an incomparable loss – an insurmountable panic. She turns the house upside down, scratching her arm on the edge of the bookshelf, until at last, disheveled and bleeding, she finds the ring sitting next to the bed, precisely where she left it.

It's been forty-two years since John when her great-niece asks her about the wedding photo on her mantle and she feels herself brighten. Oh, that’s John. Isn’t he handsome? She tells every story she knows until her cheeks hurt from smiling. The ache is gone, burned away, and only the rest remains, transcendent.

She is more than five decades on from the last time she saw John and she still walks on the beach most days, mainly to get out of the house, although she likes the way the air smells, too, likes the sound of the gulls, and the waves against the pier. It is a bright, windy day, and she is not alone on the sand, though she lets her gaze flow off of other people like the water that scurries in, frothy white, and slinks away across the sand again. She is not here for them. She has reached the end and turned back to return the way she came when ahead of her, she spots the back of a dark head.

It has been a very long time, and yet – and yet.

The lilt of his walk, the precise, tiny conceit in that stride, stops her in her tracks. She would know it anywhere. A hundred lifetimes from now, she would know it. John. She calls out, a hand flying up, because if she loses him in the crowd, what then?

This time, he turns around.

#tpweek2023 #hbowardaily #the pacific #fanfiction #roaroftheninth

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basuralindo · 3 months

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tell me about your baldur's gate favs ill definitely not ask my sister about it and judge you :)

(jk but go off)

gjsjshdshf I will go off thank you (also I haven't gotten past the first stage yet but I've collected all the main cast so far, so, have your sister take that into account I guess)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): This is so hard to choose! Like genuinely I just can't. My top guys are Karlach, Lae'zel, Astarion, Wyll, and Gale. It's most of the cast.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Karlach! She so goddamn cute, and so fun. I know everything ever calls her a ball of sunshine, but they're all correct. She's peak himbo energy in a woman and so much more. If you leave her idle she starts dancing. I wanna buy her icecream.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Wyyyyylllll. He was a little boring at first just for being so noble with no obvious bastard tendencies, but after having him in my party for a bit I've realized he can be a little shit and I'm so much more attached now. I like that he actually cares and wants to do good, and as always I appreciate when a character has a lot of complications under the surface that are hard to spot immediately. I don't know what his whole deal is yet but I'm intrigued, I'll probably try to romance him in some playthrough. I don't see nearly enough fan content of him and it's a tragedy.

Also Lae'zel fits here I think? She doesn't seem to be as popular and that sucks because I'm obsessed with her. Weirdly enough kinda reminds me of Jamil if he was raised worse and like 80% more unhinged. I love that, despite the outward rabid warrior impression, for her culture she actually seems to be kind of a nerd? Girl read literally an entire library, she's insecure about not being strong enough and failing to live up to expectations, she fantasizes about being accepted by her own people and on some level seems to doubt that it'll happen, it's interesting. She's also hilarious to me, and I enjoy the blatant hostility tbh. Eventually I will convince her to fall in love with at least one of my Tavs, I need to know what she's like when she opens up, if she opens up, and I wanna see what her good end is like

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): My man Withers. Memeable af. I haven't had any use for him so far but I love having him around because he cracks me up.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Let's hear it for white boy of the year, wettest cat, most unfortunate little bastard man with the biggest saddest eyes, and absolutely-totally-not-a-vampire-he-swears-on-his-own-grave: Astarion!! This is not a surprise. Your sister is probably sick of hearing about him. Everyone on the internet is probably sick of hearing about him. Half the fans hate him for reasons that range from fair enough, to homophobic, to entirely fabricated. The other half are completely obsessed with him for reasons that range from fair enough, to fetishistic, to entirely fabricated. I do genuinely feel that he's an incredibly valuable character and gives a level of honest nuance to abuse representation that needed to be shown. I'm glad they chose to portray his bad qualities and keep the good more subtle, he feels real and it's meaningful. He's also really funny and fun to get to know. I started romancing him on accident by trying to banter, and I'm enjoying that route so far. I love how bitchy he is and how hypocritical he ends up being about acts of kindness. I wanna see both his good and bad ends. (also I will never stop laughing at how bad he is at hiding that he's a vampire, like every single step of the way)

Honorable mention to Gale for also portraying a severely under acknowledged form of abuse and trauma! The way he expects and accepts mistreatment, the cruel dialog options that you are offered in response to him, and the reaction of fans who find him obnoxious or cumbersome all work so well to showcase the way society treats both addiction and autism to different degrees? Not to mention the reaction to his grooming, which can get pretty nasty. He's not as entertaining to me as the others, but he's important. I don't have the energy to really elaborate on my thoughts here and I know they're scrambled but yeah, I appreciate Gale.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): idk, that one tiefling wizard guy with the shit attitude, I wouldn't wanna be cruel but I'd fuck with him a little just to get his head out of his ass. Also, more maliciously, I'd put Raphael back in the plinko from whence he came.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): The orchestrators of everyone's tragic backstories. Let's be real, who can pick just one?

#ask game #ask meme #i absolutely refuse to look at astarion or gale discourse at this point tbh #I've happened across enough dogshit takes already to know i never wanna wade into that particular bog #it's one of those fandoms i prefer to enjoy from a distance

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Your ShinWaka Coma!AU idea was awesome. Have you more headcanons about it? =)

So... let's ignore all the Kanto Manji vs Tokyo Manji thing to focus on them <3

Shinichiro loves listening to Wakasa talk, because he wasn't very talkative back then.

Wakasa speaks quietly, sitting next to him, his head resting on his chest. And Shinichiro nods, combing his hair delicately, as he hears about what has happened in the gang world in Tokyo. At a certain point, Wakasa falls silent.

He has never been a very talkative boy. He had always preferred to make himself understood with other small gestures and expressions, which is why Shinichiro has always treasured the moments where he truly expanded. "Is everything alright?" Shinichiro asks and stop touching his hair.

Wakasa goes completely still, Shinichiro can feel him shaking with impatience, as if the words are stuck in his throat and he's choking on them. "I'm sorry"

"Sorry for what?"

"We couldn't keep the spirit of Black Dragons alive. It's our fault, it's my... "

"It's not"

He nods at the command and obediently shuts his mouth, but continues to torment himself.

Once upon a time, the name of Black Dragons was heard here and there, from one end of the city to the other. The domain of the weak King, the sound of motorcycles, broken and bleeding knuckles at night. Black Dragons were once everything to everyone, to the point that there wasn't one who hadn't heard of them.

Wakasa feels guilty for having let the feeling that united them die. But what would he have done otherwise? He was able to accept that the gang disbanded, learned to have his own life outside of that world, and even continued to be with Shinichiro. But, after the accident, Wakasa forgot everything.

He forgot how to live without his lips, without the smell of wound disinfectant, the warmth of someone who rested his head on his lap to smoke a night late cigarette. And with all this his soul left, leaving a body devoid of emotion.

He raises his head in shame and looks at his commander. Deep black eyes in which he sees himself reflected and recognizes that he isn't the same as he was years ago. He looks tired, on the verge of tears, exhausted.

"Do you know what I did after I found out about the accident? Seeing you on a stretcher and knowing it was forever?"

"No"

"I went back to the gym and broke my fuckin' hands. That's what I did. I couldn't stand a world without you, Shin"

The aching sensation of broken bones still clung to his skin. The pain every time he moved his fingers, the inability to do anything for himself. He spent half a day without eating, just looking at his hands, red and covered in bloody scratches, the knuckle that had stuck back unpleasantly, waiting for him to appear to heal him and tell him it was a bad dream.

And so every day, waking up with a feeling of emptiness in his chest, as if something more than his heart had been ripped out. Live without living. That's how it felt to be without Shinichiro.

Then when he feels his lips, a spark ignites in his withered heart. The petals grow back, entangling in his lungs, giving life to a sigh. He feels his hands holding his face with the clumsy delicacy that had always characterized him, he misses the taste of nicotine, but melts into the kiss like something he has always needed.

He remembers what nights at home were like, the movies they didn't pay attention to because Shinichiro was pathetically trying to wrap his shoulders around him with the old fake yawn trick, and Wakasa would laugh and taunt him, grabbing him and kissing him somewhat roughly, commenting that he wouldn't do it again until the movie was over.

Then, in bed, it was the desire to have him close, to feel his chest against his back and his breath on his neck, to know he would be there when he woke up.

Wakasa loves him so much that he can't help himself understand why he keeps crying, self-destructing himself in a kiss that was supposed to have healed him.

Shinichiro watches him closely, smiling sleepily. "I missed hearing you talk, you're so beautiful"

Wakasa wants to talk about what will happen from then on. There are still many movies to see, many night talks, many cigarettes, drinks and smoke.

Wakasa wants to talk, but he can only kiss him until he feels that everything is fine.

#tokyo revengers #imaushi wakasa #sano shinichiro #shinwaka #wakashin #@meyers headcanons #@meyerswrites #@meyers #—asks🌸

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 1 year

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the way you explored the subject of pregnancy in your work as well as Reader's anxiety and hesitancy was so emotional to read, knowing that the very act of childbirth (that she's expected to indisputably be overjoyed over) took her mother away from her and in turn made her isolate even further into herself with nobody able to give her enough affection in such formative years & have to navigate growing tensions at court & balance between two women that she loves at the same time. Daemon's reassurance and willingness to go out of his way to do the utmost for her and his future babe made my heart go 💖💓💗💞 his own mother Alyssa passed due to complications after childbirth & he witnessed his father wither away after the death of his beloved wife so i guess he must feel nervous in his own weird way.

the Reader is such a genuine soul and has so much love to give & i feel she would make a wonderful mother.

she's obviously indicated that she wants children but i also picked up how determined she is not to become what alicent was forced to - a vessel for birthing heirs and coerced to dedicate every part of her being to men.

i know there's only so much they could show in 10 eps but i hated how they implied that Daemon was upset over Rhaena not claiming a dragon, but decided to cut other scenes showcasing him as a good father which he was by all accounts (as well as a good husband to Laena). it could've served to further establish how complex he is once all hell breaks loose.

sorry for ranting! i'm a huge literature nerd & your terrific work gives us so much to analyse and pick apart. the newest instalment made me ascend to the heavens 🥵

i'm so sorry for everything that's happened to you. i know my words can't help much, but please know that it's completely fine if you want to take a break, you absolutely deserve it. sending love ❤️

Thank you so much - I really appreciate this! I feel like it isn't a topic that is touched on a lot in Reader insert fanfics, and I wanted to give our nervous girl some opportunity to confront and verbalise some very real fears about what is ultimately expected of her in the society in which she lives. Childbirth is a difficult process even today, and given the 50/50 chance of death that seems to plague the women of House Targaryen I felt it would be understandable for her to have some concerns about the prospect of having children. And yeah - Daemon is a dodgy character in this series, but by God will he at the very least be the best daddy he can be; that is something that book!Daemon was known for, and I'm going to be incorporating it here. Soft for his wife and his kids and that is it lol.

Reader has been a victim of circumstance; by no means is it anyone's fault that she was sort of left to the wayside, but she so obviously has emotional needs that weren't fulfilled for her growing up and this has shaped the way she clings onto Daemon, which in turn creates this really creepy niece-lover dynamic. He fulfils a couple different roles in her life; the familial affection she wishes she was smothered with, and the new role of spouse that she is learning as the days pass. Because their relationship is so new, this dynamic is at least going to stick around for a while longer; development is slow! And it'll give her the room she needs to grow. Daemon's own concerns about childbirth is something that he and Reader will have to confront in future plot arcs.

The virtue of wallflower-Reader is that she's lived her entire life observing the people around her; she sees the way the women in her life have been constrained by their various circumstances, and I think she feels a lot of pity for Alicent. I mean, the woman can be a bitch, but she was a young girl pushed into a match with a much older man who never stopped loving his first wife and who pays little attention to the children she bears for him, in particular the son that everyone (including him) said he needs for the stability of the Realm. Instead, Viserys dotes on his first daughters and treats her and her kids like an afterthought. Reader's had anxieties about marriage ever since, and so Daemon's particularly feral brand of devotion is just the best thing ever to her.

I will be returning to plot eventually; but for now, it is fun to have some lighthearted fun with some smutty vignettes into Reader and Daemon's early sex life haha. I'm so happy you're enjoying!

As for my personal life, I'm so grateful for your well-wishes; I'll be okay! This community I've been building on Tumblr has honestly been such a big help, I don't feel alone and that is so nice.

See ya soon with more grotty content!

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sleepybite · 1 year

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𖤐⋆｡ﾟlore and facts archive: damian jackson

WARNINGS: manipulation, violence/death, religious themes

NOTES: damian is my second oldest oc and has had the most name changes LMAO—pronouns are he/him, it/it’s and they/them! takes place in same universe as michael’s.

𖤐⋆ to begin, damian was never human to begin with. they were never born a human and turned into a demon as he was born from pure ill intentions.

𖤐⋆ he was aware of this, and wasn’t ashamed. it was aware of how the world worked and how demons like them were viewed. damian knew what he was made for, and knew he had no other purpose. he loved what he did not because he was causing harm but because he was serving a greater purpose.

𖤐⋆ the job he was assigned was to lesser the angels advances as a possible war was on the horizon. he could do it however he saw fit, just don’t cause a scene and if he could make another demon do so. bring others falling with him.

𖤐⋆ and so with a human disguise and a few deaths, damian has a way into seeing angels without them knowing. of course there was a few he had to kill but eventually he found the perfect target who was near his age. not the easiest pick to follow as he was already near ascension, but a good one under stress and pressure. damian set the plan in action as they slowly got the subject to talk to them more and more, warming up to him.

𖤐⋆ the subject’s name was michael deonn. it was a bit too late to stop the child years of training, but it wasn’t too late to delay the process. the few years he spent gaining his trust and slowly withering at his soul without his knowledge. they were aware of how michael felt about him after a while, that he genuinely loved damian. and after awhile damian found itself falling for michael, but as much as he loved michael, he didn’t love him more than his mission. his purpose for being born.

𖤐⋆ it has been manipulating his mind and soul since he was young, as it is all they were made for. it has been slowly eating michael up mentally as he has watched. eventually, in the upcoming days, he completely takes hold of his mind. both figuratively and literally in the sense. he in a way hypnotizes michael and puts him in a haze, no longer letting him control his own body and making him see what damian wants him to.

𖤐⋆ his job was done, the soul was corrupted. the sin of murder was enough but the fact that it was people he cherished was an added factor. it almost hurt to see michael so distraught and empty but such as what the job entailed. however even though he was a demon he wasn’t a heartless monster. he let michael cry on his shoulder and gave him a place to grieve. while the mission was key it did still care for him a sick way.

𖤐⋆ damian wasn’t sure why it told michael. it didn’t have to of course he would most likely never find out, at least not for a long while. he supposed he felt he owed it to him in a way, for everything he’s done. knowing doesn’t change what had happened. it didn’t know that would place his death in stone.

𖤐⋆ what he told him speeded the transformation up by weeks. he knew his job was well and done and left back to the demon realm to report. he wasn’t expecting michael to follow months later. it had never seen michael like the way he was that day in any of his years.

𖤐⋆ naturally after what damian had done there was no restoring what he’d put michael through. michael wanted to know why, and he told him that it was just what he had to do. the two were aware of how each felt, or did feel before this but that didn’t matter now. it knew why he was here.

𖤐⋆ when the two fought it was a spectacle. the forms of the demon and a corrupted angel giving it their all to end each other. even on his side, he’s unsure if michaels win was because he loved him or he was stronger than it knew.

𖤐⋆ it was silly to them. even after all the pain they caused michael he sat with them until his soul was dead forever, talked to him about how he wished he would have chose him over what was picked. damian wished too, they had met in a different time, in another life.

#sleepy's characters.png #[oc] damian jackson #[.art]#btw yes michael and him are around the same age in the story #friends to lovers to enemies

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andiinaraethtash · 2 years

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Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories:

F/F

Gen

M/M

Fandoms:

Empires SMP

Minecraft (Video Game)

Relationships:

Bryce | fWhip & GeminiTay

Bryce | fWhip & MythicalSausage

Bryce | fWhip & Geminitay & MythicalSausage (Video Blogging RPF)

Katherine Elizabeth/Shelby Grace

Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname

Everyone & Everyone

Scott Smajor & Xornoth

Characters:

Bryce | fWhip

GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF)

MythicalSausage (Video Blogging RPF)

Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname

Jimmy | Solidarity

Shrub - Character

Shelby Grace

Katherine Elizabeth (Video Blogging RPF)

Joey Graceffa

Joel | SmallishBeans

Lizzie | LDShadowLady (Video Blogging RPF)

Jonny | Pixlriffs (Video Blogging RPF)

Pearl | PearlescentMoon

Xornoth

sort of - Character

You'll see

Additional Tags:

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

roseblings

Wither Rose Alliance on Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF)

Alternate Universe - Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF)

Flower Husbands

Nature Wives

Minor/implied Jornoth

Possession

Corruption

Can't Escape the Fallout (Feel the Fire Rain Down)

AndiinaRaethTash

Summary:

Things are back to normal. No, seriously, they are. Sure, Scott’s ice powers are getting a little out of control, and fWhip is occasionally acting a little weird, and Pix can feel something brewing on the horizon, but things are fine, right? If only things would stay that way. But something dark has other plans, and the rulers and their lands will soon find themselves fighting for their lives as light and dark collide in a way that will either bring them all together, or tear them all apart…

Notes:

Here we are, the sequel to Before Something breaks That Cannot Be Fixed! (I'd say long-awaited, but it's only been a month or so.) Hopefully I'll finish this before Empires S2 comes out and consumes my soul, and if my guess is correct, that shouldn't be too hard, considering I'm projecting mid to late summer at the very earliest for that. I'm not quite to the point I wanted to be before I started posting, but I'm close enough, and I've got the inspiration going, so my buffer shouldn't run out. Hopefully. (Last time I said that, I accidentally deleted everything I'd written with no way of getting it back, so you know, knock on wood if you're superstitious and all that.) I'm projecting at least as many chapters as were in Before Something Breaks, but I don't have a final chapter count yet. I'll update the fic when I know for certain. With that out of the way, I'll let you get on to reading! (Chapter title from How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty)

Chapter 1: Waking Up at the Start of the End of the World

Once, Scott would have said he’s only a little scared by his ice powers. By now, he’s verging on terrified. There’s an ice storm that’s just now letting up, and it’s barely the first week of summer. An ice storm. In June. Aeor, but these powers were getting out of control.

He’s been on the verge of just heading over to Gem’s and seeing if she could help him; she’s been building a new magical academy since early spring, and from what he’s heard—mostly from Jimmy, one of the only ones brave enough to face the neverending winter—it’s nearly complete.

But he’s had other concerns, other… alright, excuses, to keep him in Rivendell. So he’s not too chuffed when he hears a knock on the door, because it can only be one of the other emperors, most likely one of them in particular.

“Jimmy, I’m not in the mood to—” He stops himself short as he opens the door, because that is not Jimmy.

Sausage raises an eyebrow. “Not in the mood for what? Do I need to give you the shovel talk?”

Scott gapes for a moment before blurting, “Lizzie and Joel already did that.”

They had. It had been rather terrifying, having a ten-foot-tall fish goddess, and her over-protective, hyperactive husband telling him they would absolutely smite him into smithereens if he hurt their little brother. Not that he ever intends to. That is the last thing he wants to do.

Sausage beams and pushes past Scott into the lodge. “Geez, it’s cold. Don’t you guys have summer up here?”

“Usually, yes,” Scott replies, closing the door behind his unexpected guest. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Sausage, but why are you here?”

“Oh, just acting as a messenger boy. I was hoping to see some cooler weather up here, but man, this is not what I had in mind.”

“The message, Sausage?” Scott has to fight not to grit his teeth. Aeor, he’s forgotten how annoying Sausage can be, and he needs him gone before he accidentally hurts him with his uncontrollable ice powers.

Sausage pulls out a scroll as he warms his other hand over the fire. “fWhip sent it,” he says unnecessarily, because Scott can see the seal of the Grimlands on the letter.

Still he takes it, removes the seal, and reads it. He raises an eyebrow as he does so, because that’s… interesting. “fWhip’s called a meeting of the twelve empires?”

“He has?” Sausage asks, scrambling over to read over Scott’s elbow. “Huh. You’d have thought he’d have told me.”

“Maybe he was counting on me telling you, or he was going to tell you when you went back to the Grimlands.” Scott pointedly raises an eyebrow, and Sausage flushes ever so slightly.

So he has been staying in the Grimlands. Jimmy had said something last time he’d been here about Joey complaining that one of Gem or Sausage or both was always with fWhip, and honestly, Scott understands. He’s their brother and/or best friend.

Still, he can’t help but be jealous of that close relationship, even though he knows he shouldn’t. He may not have his brother, but he does have this family, this little group of broken people who were trying to build each other back up by taking pieces of themselves and patching each other up with them.

Scott sets the scroll down on the table. “How are they doing?”

Sausage sighs heavily. “Gem… she says she’s forgiven me, but… she’s still wary. It’s not hard to tell, she won’t let me and fWhip alone for longer than she needs to. As for fWhip—I don’t know, he’s been acting funny. He won’t let us into his forge, he spends an awful lot of time in there, and when he comes out he’s exhausted and snappish.”

“Have you considered that maybe he’s tired of being babysat?” Scott asks, a hint of amusement leaking into his voice, because he knows he would be. Having someone always watching over your shoulder has to be annoying, and if anyone was going to understand that, it’d be Sausage, considering what he went through just three and a half months ago.

Sausage twists his face in consideration. “Maybe. That would actually make sense. Alright,” he says, clapping his hands together, “I’ll see if I can’t get Gem to back off a little.”

Scott nods and pointedly looks at the door. Sausage, thankfully, clues in for once in his life. “I should get going, huh?”

“Probably. I know I have stuff to do, and I can only imagine that you do as well.”

With a nod and a smile, Sausage steps out of the door, letting a blast of cold air in. Scott doesn’t even shudder.

Something is very, very wrong with him.

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fWhip is nearly bouncing with excitement next to her, and Gem can’t help but smile. It’s good to see him like this, like nothing has changed. On her other side, Sausage is looking around, watching for the other rulers and occasionally making jabs about them to fWhip, who laughs, giddy and visibly shaking.

Currently, they’re at spawn, where the meeting of the empires is to take place. fWhip has pulled out a lectern, a book and quill, and a small table, and set them in the middle of the ring of pedestals. She has no idea what he’s doing—he’s kept quiet about the reason behind this meeting, but if he’s this excited, it’s either something really good or really stupid.

Joey, unsurprisingly is the first to arrive. He is, after all, closest to spawn, and he’s followed by Pix, who smiles at them all, and goes up to Joey to engage him in conversation. Katherine and Shrub arrive together, followed by Jimmy, Joel, and Lizzie, who all arrive at the same time, if not necessarily together. Pearl is next, sunny personality on full display as she greets each and every one of them.

Scott arrives last, so late she’s beginning to wonder if he is coming at all, accompanied by a gust of cold air. He hangs back, avoiding even Jimmy and watching nervously as they all settle down.

fWhip steps forward, fiddling with his scarf, a sure sign that he’s anxious. “Friends, allies, and cod—” he adds that last bit with a quick but genuine grin in Jimmy’s direction “—I’ve asked you here today to reveal a great vessel, the new power in the empires. I’ve been hard at work in the forges of the Grimlands to create, this.”

He produces a golden crown, dotted with jewels of various colours, setting it on the table. As the emperors ooh and ahh, she frowns slightly. She has a bad feeling about this.

“Infused with the magicks of the different empires, this crown grants the user the ability to create one rule that all the empires must comply with. Check the book here at spawn for terms and conditions.” fWhip steps back, looking proud, and all Gem can think is, I was right. This is bad.

#empires smp #empiresblr #creative writing #fanfiction #roseblings #scott smajor #geminitay #chapter one

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argothiathedreamer · 2 years

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for the wip ask game: Digimon: Pulse 👀

The wind whispers through the dead, gray trees and they creak at it’s fleeting touch. The voices of the dead echoing through the barren land, giving it the feeling of some ancient, haunted graveyard. Hardly fitting, it has only been a few days since this dead land was a lush and vibrant forest, home to so many digimon.

Now in the midst of the swirling dust and withered trees, Isaac and Gytrashmon are alone.

“Another one?” Gytrashmon sighs, his voice seems alien in their current surroundings.

Isaac pulls his cloak tighter around his shoulders. “Mm.”

“Isaac… this is too close to Poyomon village for my liking.” He sounds disconcerted. And he’s right to be.

Kneeling down, Isaac takes a handful of dust in one hand, studying it, half wishing it will have the answer to everything, knowing it won’t. The wind carries away the pieces that don’t slip between his fingers to the ground. “I know, dear one, but what can we do? All our efforts thus far have been in vain.”

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Pulse is my oldest written fanfic. It originally went under the name of 'Digimon: Digitize' and you can still find that version on my old FF.Net account. According to that published date it's 12 years old now, but it's actually probably more like 15 years old, and in all that time I've never once completed it lol.

The story is that Digimon are suddenly Digivolving into zombie-like forms called 'Diseased' that attack everything they see until they eventually begin to break apart into bits of corrupted data that causes everything it touches to begin to corrupt and wither. Turning lush green forests into empty wastelands overnight. Digimon that survive events like that are doomed to digivolve into Diseased as well.

A group of chosen children then arrive and with their digimon they have to uncover the mystery and avoid getting corrupted or just straight up killed. Luckily they're not alone and Isaac, a human who's been living in the Digital World since the group that he was a part of basically all but failed in their mission (they sealed a dark force away but weren't able to destroy it and they lost three of their human teammates in the process), is working to help them. Unluckily there are other forces from both the human and Digital worlds that are working against them.

There is literally too much to talk about with this I could hit the limit of this tumblr post and still have so much left to say. 15 years of work isn't for nothing let me tell ya. Like the human world is slightly more futuristic than our own and they're able to teleport nonliving things across great distances and all their travel is high speed and all of this is because of this one company who have a stranglehold on the technological development of the world despite only existing for around 3 years. And each and every one of the characters has a good fifteen years of development behind them too so they've all gone from blank slates to way more deep than even I expected them to be.

And all of it comes from me wanting to have a group of Chosen Children have to learn to survive and find each other when they're sent to the Digital World, because I was really into the idea of the characters having to explore a new and strange world.

It's a lot of fun but I should probably stop here or this is gonna turn into the longest post on my blog lol.

#couldn't get the indent function to work today. oh well #gallus rising #ask the dreamer

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 6 months

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Master - Chapter 55 - Part 1

*Warning: Adult Content*

Aias' magic was just like the streams he loved.

It started in a small trickle that was hard to find before it spread wide, becoming a storm of pure power that washed over anything in its path.

Usually, when I felt that storm, my heart had no choice but to beat as fast as it could to keep up with my joy because I always felt joy at seeing Arias again.

But now, for the first time, it pounded hard for another reason.

"They've found us already," Zhoron's haunted whisper draws my gaze away from the direction of Arias' quickly approaching magic and back to him.

When I do, I spot the one thing I never expected to see in his colourless eyes, fear.

But when he looks at me, I know the fear there is not for himself but me.

It disappears in a flash as if it had never been there at all, blotted out by the black that rapidly bleeds into his eyes again while his features harden into a set of harsh lines I knew too well.

"Zhoron," his name barely leaves my lips before he spreads his wings wide.

They take up everything in my sight as he swiftly wraps them around us and pops us away.

The feeling is weird with him.

It's not wrong or bad, just different but familiar too, like another side to my magic that I'd forgotten existed.

Thankfully, it isn't anything like my last pop, the painful one that had made me hurt for so long.

It's gentle and easy but maybe that was because Zhoron had only popped us over to another mountaintop instead of a new country.

Where we landed gave us an open view of where we'd been only a second ago, the type of vantage point that was perfect for an attack.

"I will deal with them," Zhoron states, tone void of everything but the will to slaughter as his outline shifts, reading for a fight.

Starting from the soles of his feet, streaks of black start scaling his body, covering every inch of his pale skin in midnight ink that hardens into sleek armour at his silent command.

Behind him, his wings bunch, pulling close together until their edges sharpen like swords.

I stare up at Zhoron as he plucks his name blade from the endless darkness of his wings, completing his image of death reawakened and a vision of Arias laying limply beneath him in a puddle of his own blood flits across my mind.

It's that horrible site that has me scrambling forward.

"No," I beg, latching onto Zhoron's arm before he could pop back.

"You can't."

Zhoron's stoned frown hardens.

"If you still worry for my health," he starts, only to stop when I shake my head desperately.

"You can't hurt Arias."

Zhoron stills as if he'd been shocked, and far too quickly, his confusion shifts, threatening to become something else, something dreadful like suspicion.

"Arias?" he repeats, the word laced with venom.

I didn't curse, even in my head because that was bad but right now, I really wanted to say the baddest word I knew.

"Zani," Zhoron starts only to quiet completely as the mountains' thick, surrounding clouds begin to part.

My heart sinks as the familiar trickle of Arias' magic washes over me.

It's the only warning I'm given before the clouds spread wide and Arias surges from beneath in his Elven form, landing where we'd been only moments ago with a thunderous boom.

Zhoron and I freeze immediately, only allowing measured breaths to pass between us as we watch Arias straighten in his place, his silver armour glimmering under the sunlight just like the massive sword in his hands.

It matched Zhoron's in every way, except his was silver, not black and full of magic I could sense even at a distance.

I feel Zhoron tense beside me as the air around us turns bleak. I

t's quiet in a way most wouldn't notice but I can't miss the way everything around us slowly withers while he gathers his strength.

I tighten my hold on him, digging my fingers in while I pray to everything good that Zhoron wouldn't pull from me and attack.

A mute glare is all he spears me before he redirects his attention to Arias.

Where Arias was usually cool and collected, he was now looking around the mountaintop frantically, his head snapping from side to side as his long legs carried him forward.

"Kalem," he calls, his familiar, loving voice triggering happiness inside of me.

"Kalem. Where are you."

Zhoron's eyebrows dip a little, not recognising my name or understanding the English but he still cuts his sharp gaze across to me.

I wanted nothing more than to pop right over to Arias and hug him the way he taught me, freeing the tears currently filling my eyes.

But Zhoron stood like stone beside me, shaken by the presence of the very thing we'd run from.

How did I explain Arias to Zhoron after all we'd been through?

Without my memories, Arias was my best friend, someone who showed me kindness in the darkest part of my life.

With them, my image of him tried to shift with distrust.

It had always been Zhoron and I, we trusted no one else to love us the way we did each other, especially other Elves.

But this was Arias.

If he'd come only a little sooner, before I'd found Zhoron or lost Théo, I would've already been at his side but now... I couldn't let the two of them meet.

"Kalem," Arias shouts again, sounding so desperate my heart crumbles inside me.

When no answer comes, Arias stops his frantic searching, his feet stopping as he lays his eyes on the blackened ring of grass that spiralled out from where I'd freed Zhoron.

'Oh, bad word.'

He eyes it for a moment before he cautiously steps forward and slowly makes his way towards the dark splotch in the otherwise rich, green grass with his sword held firmly in hand.

Stopping just outside the blackened Earth, Arias circles the ring like a predator once before he stills again.

For a moment, he doesn't move, only stares down at the drained grass before he straightens abruptly, his entire body going stiff the same way Zhoron and I do.

We don't move.

We don't dare take a breath as our grip on each other tightens while we watch and wait for Arias' next move.

My heart hammers in my chest, staggering with fright as Arias slowly turns his head, his body shifting to look behind him for the first time.

His silver eyes land directly on us.

"Run," it's all Zhoron says before he shoves me behind him and charges forward.

At his back, his wings spread wide, stretching their full width before they launch him into the air.

They beat hard as they send him soaring straight towards Arias.

Arias doesn't falter at the sight of Zhoron or the promise of death, he only spins his elegant sword while his gaze sharpens, focused entirely on cutting Zhoron down.

Fear pushes me to act before their blades could meet, giving me the strength to pop towards Arias, who I latch onto long enough to spot the pure shock on Zhoron's face before I pop Arias and me away.

We land only a few paces away, my mind full of too much worry for me to focus on going any further but the distance is enough for now.

I just had to keep them apart until I could make them both understand that they weren't a threat to one another.

"Kalem?" Arias' shock and joy are all I hear as he tries to turn me towards him to confirm that it was really me but we didn't have time for that when Zhoron was already racing towards us, his face set in a mixture of terror and confusion.

"Move, Zani," he booms, his voice like the thunder gathering behind him. "He carries a Sael."

I feel Arias stiffen behind me but I take advantage of it, calling on the building winds to push him back, to keep him away from Zhoron, who was already freeing another long, jagged blade from his wings.

"Stop, Zhoron," I shout, before realising that I was using English.

"Just wait," I try again in Therzya as I run towards him.

With eyes only for Arias, Zhoron collects the life from the dirt beneath me, causing it to sink and trap me in place so he could rush for Arias without trouble.

At the site of my fall, Arias' silver eyes spark as he overpowers my magic, taking control of the winds and using them to push him forward.

"No," I scream but neither listen, only tightening their hold on their swords.

Flashes of them bleeding and dying force power to my veins as I flatten my hand to the Earth and demand it answer my call.

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notsilenced · 1 year

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What a weird first post. Excuse my formatting; I think I was in high school the last time I used tumblr.

Protecting myself, opening up, being a stubborn bowling pin, and not showering as often as I’d like to.

Let’s just throw that out there as a sort of “headline,” if you will—some words that make people ask, “ew, what the heck?”

I know, it sounds absolutely disgusting, but there’s a reason: every time I get into the shower I want to cry.

Seeing my legs shrink, the hair on my legs and armpits not grow back, and finding clumps of hair in my hands as I try to wash it—it’s hard. I won’t lose all my hair, but I barely had any already. This is me now. This is FH and what I will deal with for the rest of my life.

This is the part where I shrug and say, “well, c’est comme ça.”

It’s extremely possible I told people I’d only be on this immunotherapy for a few months. Well, I lied; I don’t like to make people think this is who I am, because it’s not. I don’t need fake pity. I am not my disease. I am not a product of my disease. I am doing my best to be thankful that this situation isn’t even worse and that I managed over 25 years without a significant heart attack or stroke. The gratitude I have for my life now and the physicians that made sure it won’t be cut short by this disease is immeasurable. But as luck would have it, I’ll need monoclonal antibody immunotherapy the rest of my life.

With that being said, I wish I got credit for even half the strength I’ve mustered up, but life doesn’t hand out participation trophies. As I see my body change, I worry I won’t be able to continue to do the things I love, like downhill skiing, one of the only things that has been a constant my whole life. Sometimes I joke that one would have to amputate my legs to get me to stop skiing, but it’s always me that wishes the pain wasn’t there. It’s me crying in agony. It’s me that just wants to be carried to bed because I just can’t walk anymore.

Looking back at my life, I have overcome so much—unthinkable and unspeakable things. When the glass is half empty, those memories make me feel like the glass is actually completely broken. When the glass is half full, I remember this is not my most difficult struggle and probably never will be. Inevitably, there’s more to come. The past and all of its catastrophes have made me who I am: a strong, sassy young woman that accepts zero nonsense and is on a mission to get my life back to where it should be (but even better).

…Not everyone sees it that way.

I’ve been told that everything I’ve been through is “God’s will”. If that’s what you believe, whatever god you worship sucks.

I’ve been silenced and told I shouldn’t talk about my life. That’s a bit difficult when it’s your life. I’m sorry that I’m not sorry for saying this: I’m not censoring my life so that others can think I’m someone that I am not.

All of this being said,

I think it’s time for me to put my foot down. I am the narrator of my own story, and if you don’t like it, I’m not holding a gun to your head and forcing you to care. (I could see myself acting that way about the war in Ukraine, minus the gun, but that’s because so many of my people are being tortured and killed, yet all that people seem to care about is their own little world and getting what they want.)

I care about myself, and that’s enough for me. As much as I want to be understood, I have to seek understanding of my own body and mind first.

But let me promise one thing: even if I end up with a withered body, or if I lose a lot of hair, or if the world turns its back on a woman that has had the audacity to stand up for herself and what she believes is right, I’m not giving up.

That’s the beauty of being a bowling pin that’s constantly knocked down—you’re always pulled back up and set straight. I make a pretty decent bowling pin.

#fh #immunotherapy #heart #strength #chronic illness #chronically ill #ukraine #ukrainian #health #healthcare #life #c’est la vie #this is depressing #not giving up #nope #not to be that person

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ukiyokki · 3 years

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mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

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