#Look just how chaotic this map his

[donelywell]

October 5 2023

I changed things up because it's got Frontiers Final Horizons Spoilers. I know the updates been out for like 2 months now but I'm being really cautious.

Super Sonic was really fun to play in the base game, having the auto combo thing on and just seeing so much bombastic energy and over the top moves being thrown at giant titans was so much fun.

I did however, not read the instructions where they tell you to hold the parry, I thought it was a perfect timing thing like a normal parry. So fighting Giganto and Wyvern for the first time was a nightmare for me until I actually read the instructions. =v='

For the design, I didn't change much, Super Sonic is really cool. I basically just changed the green parts of his shoes to red to reflect his new eye color.

Super Sonic² was so cool! The casual backhand slap, the sass, the move where he basically does the idw move, the finger point when he gets back in the game!

The only issue I had is that I didn't understand at all how to fight the final boss. I didn't 100% complete the map so I didn't get the hints. (I am still stuck on the stupid ball hoop map puzzle thing, I swear there is no way to do it) So unfortunately, I had to look up a guide. That kinda dampened the experience, but there was no way I was fighting Supreme over again, getting to the same glitch because I killed him too fast, and then fail the final boss fight again because I didn't know I was supposed to press r2.

I made his quills seem like they are turning into flames at the tips, I made his torso kinda have a sun symbol on it, I made his secondary fur white and his base fur/ quills bright yellow to kinda give it more sun imagery. His arm patterns are a little more detailed, his gloves have kinda formed into the body, making the cuffs look like they're on fire too. His socks turned into bandages and blue rings floating on him with the soles of his shoes kinda smoking on the back. It was a lot of fun interpreting this design differently, giving it a more ancient vibe with a modern twist. The original design is still really cool too!

Cyber Super Sonic... one of the coolest forms in my opinion and yet we see him for less than a minute in only a cutscene. I'm not complaining, the cutscene was so cool! Me and my sibling were star struck when we saw it!

I love the Fleetway elements! The sharp teeth, the crazy eyes, the chaotic behavior that almost made it seem like if Cyber Super Sonic wasn't being literally shot out to his enemy, he'd not be able to tell between friend or foe! God, it was so cool!! Even if it was just limited to a cutscene where you can barely see the entire design in a single image!

I did actually have a static version of this image too, but I'm not including it because it gave me eye strain, and I don't want to hurt you.

For the form I actually decreased the amount of polygons on Sonic. If you look, he's more angular & simplistic and his legs and arms are rectangles! I thought it'd help give him more of a Cyber Computer vibe. I used the blue static and made it kinda an accent color so you can see where things are. I don't really know why, but I also made some parts of him detached? The inside parts have the white spirals that Cyber Super Sonic's eyes were.

The update was a lot of fun to play when it came out, even if it was EXTREMELY challenging for a casual player like myself. Almost made me quit a few times and a couple guides were begrudgingly looked up. Playing as Tails and Amy were definitely the highlights of the update for me though. I hope it was as much fun for you as it was for me. :)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sonic frontiers: the final horizon #sonic frontiers #super sonic #super sonic 2 #cyber super sonic #The backhand slap was probably the coolest thing Super Sonic has done in a while. In my opinion.

[satoruxx]

cw: smut, suggestive, 18+ content

he thinks he could die like this, in the intimate bubble of your embrace as your breathy moans echo in his ears. he can’t help it, the way he lets his hands wander and his lips trail over your heated skin, mapping out every small detail. he only pulls away to stare down at you, letting his gaze stay focused on the one thing that had gotten him so riled up in the first place, because nothing else in the universe could possibly matter more.

you notice the absence of his lips almost instantly, eyes fluttering open as you look up at him hovering over you. his lips part as your warm palm comes to rest on his cheek, an adorable frown on your face that makes it almost impossible not to kiss you. “what’s wrong? you okay?”

he can only laugh softly, leaning into your touch because god, is it addicting. his hand comes up to gently play with the fabric of his shirt, the one oh so elegantly draping over your heated body. “everything’s perfect.” he pauses, pressing his lips to your temple, his chest a chaotic storm of desire, longing, and absolute devotion. “you’re perfect.”

you laugh, a tempting sound that rings in his ears pleasantly. “all this sweet talk just because i’m in your clothes?”

his smile becomes a bit more devious, a bit more teasing, as his fingers dance south. “all this sweet talk because it’s what you deserve, baby.”

and truthfully it’s probably a little ridiculous that something as small as his shirt adorning your body could make him feel as desperate as he is. but it happens, and while you don’t really get why, he absolutely understands it.

it’s the domesticity of it all, the kind that he was convinced he could never have until you came along and proved him wrong. he doesn’t want to admit the way it gets to him, how it squeezes the chambers of his heart and makes his normally calculating gaze soften because that’s just the kind of effect you have.

so yeah, when he presses his fingers into you slowly and watches your jaw slacken and eyes roll back as you choke on a moan, he probably feels more pleasure than you do. because it’s bliss in itself to just watch you, have you, be with you. overwhelming bliss that he can’t put into words no matter how many times he tries, so all he can do is press a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before sighing.

“yeah sweetheart i know. it feels good f’ me too.”

gojo satoru, diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, kuroo tetsuro, geto suguru, kaveh, takami keigo, alhaitham, childe, dan heng, iwaizumi hajime, wanderer, touya todoroki, toji fushiguro, and any of your favs i missed!

#gojo satoru x reader #kuroo x reader #kaveh x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #alhaitham x reader #jjk x reader #haikyuu x reader #geto suguru x reader #diluc x reader #hawks x reader #childe x reader #dan heng x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jjk smut #genshin smut #haikyu smut #jjk #haikyuu #genshin impact #wanderer x reader #touya x reader #toji x reader #iwaizumi x reader #honkai star rail #— mdni

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part six —other parts

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 3k tags: death. blood. zombies of course. reader menstruates. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: this was longer but i decided to break it up sorry :p

The last glimpse of civilization you had was a chaotic one.

It was the first day of the outbreak.

Freshly infected running around. Bodies scattered in the streets like dead flies. Screaming. Paul grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the treeline. Your nephew shrieking in your sister’s arms. It’s funny how trauma likes to grab hold of the minute details. You can also recall seeing a bus pass by with an ad for some superhero movie. You had planned on seeing it. The bus crashed into a house and the ad was licked by flames.

Paul was always the one to make the trips to pharmacies and markets. He was the one who wielded a gun, not you. You were the one to stay behind, fortify the fence, and watch over the two broken members of your family.

Society's dust— that is what you leave Ghost’s territory for.

You know you need to.

You wait for your period to end.

Freshly spilled blood is not a scent you want to carry. Greys are drawn to it like flies to rot. Something you learned the hard way once during a hunt with Paul. They were able to catch your scent from a further distance than usual because of it.

To your relief, Ghost lets you look at his map.

Of course, you can’t take it with you.

“Jus’ memorize it,” he grumbles under his breath.

So the evening before you venture out, you study the map of Northern England. Ghost brought out a whole stack of them from the room you’re certain is his. You notice a map of the European continent on top, briefly catching a glimpse of a black circle drawn in the middle somewhere, but he is quick to move it underneath the pile.

You focus on the one you need.

There is a black dot to indicate where their camp is amid the forest. Some 20 kilometers south is the closest city. Or village rather. Ribchester. Maybe that is a safer bet than going by yourself to a big city like Manchester. You may have a bow and knife and some strength, but you don't have a car or guns like he does. Or companions coming with you.

Blue helps you turn your pillowcase into a strapped bag with some scissors. You need something to carry what you find. Ghost isn't willing to let you leave with his backpack. Bitterly, you get it. It’s a useful item.

The next morning, you feel as prepared as you can be. You wake up earlier than usual, before Blue has the chance to poke inside your shed with Grim. You eat a big breakfast of two dried squirrels. You have a third one to take with you.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Blue picks at her breakfast as she sits beside you at the table. Her lips twist around thoughtfully.

You glance between her and Ghost. His stare is unreadable like usual. Dark, stoic, and hiding under lowered brows. You wonder what he thinks— if he would be secretly relieved if you don't make it back alive. Probably. He could get rid of you without Blue pointing the blame at him.

"Medicine is important. I need to find my own.”

We can’t risk sneaking anymore, you would say if he wasn’t right there. But by the way she slides her blue eyes to discreetly meet yours, you think she gets the hint.

"Just be careful, okay?" You nod. "And remember—" she lifts a finger, "—you have to shoot those fucks in the brain."

"I know. I've been practicing my aim a bit."

The smile you offer is only half-there. The truth is, you are risking your life with this. Part of you wonders how deeply she has processed that.

Despite her lips appearing more chewed-through than usual, they give a wary smile in return.

“Yeah, we could hear you hitting the trees. Right, Ghost?"

He hums low, but characteristically, doesn't have much to say about you.

But when you head for the cabin door after eating, his firm hand surprises you, gloved and skeletal. It wraps around your bicep and brings you to a halt before you can step outside. Heat spreads through his glove and the layers of your clothes. You turn around just as a metal object is silently offered to your chest. Ghost holds your stare before you look down at what he is giving you.

It's the revolver. The one they collected from that man.

The gun with only one cartridge.

"Thanks."

You bite your cheek to hide the dry tone, slipping the revolver into your coat pocket. Maybe it will come in handy. At least he now trusts you enough not to immediately point it at him or her.

Blue is the one to follow you out to the gate of their camp.

"I hope you find something good."

"Me, too."

"You know, Ghost and I only went on one trip that I can remember," she says as she unlocks the bolts for you.

"Yeah?"

"To get him more ammo from a military base," she explains with a wave of her hand. "It was pretty close, though. He says that we went on one other trip back to Manchester when things first happened, but he carried me on his back the whole time so I don't remember much except for all the loud sounds.”

This part she adds quietly: "Think I closed my eyes for most of it."

"I would have closed my eyes, too, Blue.”

The next glimpse of civilization you get is a desolate one.

Again, you are on your own. Though, maybe you’ve been alone this whole time in a way.

It is that weird time between winter and spring when the air is crisp but the sun is bright. You hope to complete the trip in one day, which gives you about nine hours. You walk and walk, leaving Ghost's familiar territory behind until the trees become new to you again. You’ve never gone south before. You stop by a creek to drink some water along the way. By high noon, you exit the forest for the first time in five years.

You can see it. Overgrown shrubs and dry vines that crawl over cracked concrete. A road. A billboard arches over with a peeled ad for shaving cream, the woman’s face looking mangled. Your bow is poised as you follow the highway towards the village, recalling a time when you used to take the bus ride down this very route to visit your sister’s home. You liked watching the trees and rolling hills pass through the window as you tucked your ears under headphones.

It is so strange.

The air is quiet with abandonment.

Briefly, you ache for a world that once existed and the life you once lived. Car rides. Music whenever you wanted. Drunk outings on the weekends when you were supposed to be studying for nursing school. Hope for a family of your own someday.

But you have to ignore all that to stay focused on the present. Now, life is whittled down to basic needs and protecting yourself the best you can.

The village soon appears as stone buildings with unkempt wisteria scaling the sides. Abandoned cars haphazardly parked throughout the streets. You keep your guard up and your nose flared as you approach. There is a faint, awful scent that looms in the air, but it is not strong enough to cause concern. Not yet.

A pharmacy.

You need to find one.

If you want to make it back to their camp by nightfall, then you can only waste about an hour or two here. You could spend the night in a tree and trek the 20 kilometers tomorrow, but sleeping in a branch is even more unpleasant than your shed and it is risky. You were willing to do it when you had no other choice, but what if some unfriendly people find you this time? Perhaps even unfriendlier than the threat of Ghost's knife to your neck.

An hour is killed just searching for the pharmacy.

You roam the empty streets.

Finally, you catch sight of the faded sign and your heart leaps. But the excitement fades away when your nose and eyes detect the group of Greys just outside the building in an empty parking lot. Their pale eyes aren’t pointed at you yet, so you move behind a crumpled car for cover. If you had gotten any closer, they surely would've smelled your human flesh.

You take a deep breath. How many are there?

Carefully, you poke your head out just an inch to survey the threat. Six of those fucks. That is doable given the range.

The last time you ran into Greys, you had no choice but to run because of the bow Ghost stepped on. This time, you can kill them off with the bow carved by his hands.

You are quick with it. You stand and release arrow by arrow. Four of the six are headshots. You aren't perfect. The last two receive arrows through their shoulders, but this type of wound means nothing to a Grey. It is their brains that are infected with the virus, just like Blue said.

These two begin running towards you, now catching a whiff of your scent.

You climb on top of the car. Hitting a running target is far trickier. You go for the faster one first, using two more arrows before hitting the skull, grey chunks of brain splattering onto the concrete. The slower one just barely reaches the car before you finish it off, the closer distance sharpening this final hit.

The pharmacy is reachable now.

As you run over, you gather the used arrows. Precious ammo. You pull them out of their bodies with a twist and a putrid squelch.

When you push through the doors to the pharmacy, you almost choke. The shelves— they are empty. You breeze through every aisle, eyes and hands seeking anything that could be left, but there is nothing. You check the back. You check the shelves behind the counter.

Empty, empty, empty.

“Oh, fuck me,” you croak. Hot tears spill down your cheeks.

You half expected this.

But you’ve come all this way.

You need something.

There must be somewhere else you can look.

The cars maybe. Most people used to keep med kits somewhere inside. There is a slight chance that one could’ve been forgotten. It is worth a try.

You keep moving, not wanting to return with an empty bag. The white sun hangs high. The dry air turns your tear-stained cheeks sticky. You pick up rocks to begin breaking the windows of the abandoned cars, poking your arm inside to undo the locks, and rummaging through the glove compartments.

CDs, magazines, condom wrappers.

Nothing.

“Please, please.”

You make it down the street like this, checking every single one. Distracted, you shatter the glass of a white sedan without noticing the shadow laying in the backseat.

Fingers wrap around your wrist as you reach for the inner lock.

A maggot-filled mouth lurches for the flesh of your hand.

An arrow won't work here. With a cry, you use your free hand to grab the revolver from your pocket and shoot its head. The sound echoes. The single bullet burrows right between its eyes. The Grey writhes for a moment before going limp against the seat.

Panting, you have to pry the bony fingers off your wrist.

Again, you search the glove compartment. In this car where the stench is thick enough to sicken you, a med kit and a Twix bar fall into your hands.

“Fuck— thank you.”

You stash both into your homemade bag.

You could leave now, but you are itching for some antibiotics. The kit will help you clean wounds without Ghost's help, but it won’t save you if you develop an infection.

The next idea you have is to check a house.

By the look of the sky, you can fit in at least two quick searches. You run over to the next street and kick at the front door of the first one you see. Nothing but knocked-over furniture and torn wallpaper. The bathroom cabinet is empty.

The next one you fight inside is decorated with furniture that smells like faded perfume. The first room you check is a bedroom. In the center, a full set of bones lies on the bed, void of any meat after God knows how long its been there. You try not to look at it. On the floor lies a pile of clothes. You could use some more, still dressed in the ones Ghost found you in. You don't even look at them, just grab what you can fit in your bag and move on to the bathroom.

Here, beside a pair of molded dentures, you find two half-full bottles of pills.

Amoxicillin.

Paracetamol.

You cry some more.

It's not much, but it is enough for now.

Your muscles are fatigued by the time you make it back.

You reek of sweat. It is a long walk. You run into a few more Greys but manage them. You eat the squirrel you brought.

Darkness covers the forest just when you spot the camp's fence in the distance. Relief. You actually did it. Some pride breathes into your tired lungs.

As you get closer, you make out two silhouettes leaving the gate. One is a girl who you tiredly smile at the sight of, and the other is a bulky tank.

You leap over the trench.

But when your boots land on the other side, the end of a rifle pokes your breastbone and prevents you from getting any closer.

"Ghost."

You can't help but shout at him, eyes widening. He is pointing a gun at you? You were just beginning to think he could tolerate you enough to not threaten murder anymore. The memory of your first encounter resurfaces.

"It's just me! What the hell are you doing?"

Panic finds you once again. Your chest rises and falls under his gun’s touch. You glance at Blue, who tries to get near you, but he sticks out an arm to keep her away.

"Dad," Blue groans, "Do you really have to— ”

The tip of the rifle brushes up over your collarbone and toward your neck. Your nerves awaken under cold metal.

"Let me see." His voice is firm.

Oh. Bites. He wants to see if you have any bites.

"Okay, okay." You nod breathlessly.

Swallowing, you gather your braided hair in your hands as he clicks on a flashlight. You have not been offered string to tie them with so most of the hair has fallen out as always. You roll your neck to one side, and then to the other to show him the unmarked skin. But he is not satisfied yet.

He moves the rifle down to the hem of your shirt and uses it to lift up the fabric just beneath your breasts, revealing the skin of your stomach and ribs. You should feel exposed, standing here with your bare midriff under the light, but the two of them have already seen this much of you. You are more concerned about the fact that he could kill you if he actually suspects you could’ve been bitten.

The cold air invites a shiver. Your teeth clench as you stare at him. In the darkness, his eyes almost lean red.

He lowers your shirt.

"Roll 'em up for me,” he demands, now giving a nod to your trousers.

You bend over to roll up the pantlegs, all the way up to your knees so he can’t complain about it. All that is revealed are your unshaven legs and sweat-laced socks. You are sure they can smell them from where they stand.

"She doesn't have any stupid bites, Ghost, alright?"

Blue tugs at his arm with a huff. Finally, the rifle lowers. You straighten back up and exhale the short breath you were holding.

There is a silent moment where the three of you just stand there. An owl hoots. Ghost rubs at his masked jaw and looks you over some more, eyes flicking to the filled bag over your shoulder with a raised brow.

And then, something unexpected.

A small body whirls into yours and you almost stumble back in a step. Blue wraps her arms around your waist and excitedly breathes out, "I knew you'd make it back. Ghost said you wouldn't. I told him you would."

What?

It is a short-lived hug.

But still, the first one you have had in a long time.

After this tiring day, your eyes close with some more moisture. It is a strange feeling, her young embrace. Her palms spread flat against your back and she presses her forehead to your shoulder because she is tall enough to reach it. You are just about to hug her in return, move your arms around her shoulders out of instinct, but she is soon tugged away by a skeletal hand. Her blue eyes drift down to her boots. She looks a mix of irritated and embarrassed.

In a daze, you end up back in the warmth of the cabin.

Blue begs you to show her what you found. You dump the contents of your pillowcase onto the table. Her father’s shadow lurks behind you somewhere, always watching and taking up space, but for now, you ignore him.

You cannot recall a time when you were in this kind of mood. It is enough to surface the waters of your grief. Because now, your survival does not have to rely so much on Ghost's mercy or the risk of Blue’s sneaky hands. Food, a med kit, one type of antibiotic. It should all be enough to keep you alive - to take care of yourself - for at least however long you end up staying here.

"Shit balls." Blue rummages through the goods. "You did pretty good."

"Right? I can't believe it," you whisper numbly. You wipe your eyes.

She holds up the clothes first, starting with a large, floral blouse that looks like something an old lady would wear. Her head tips back with a giggle.

"This is way too big for you."

"I'll make it work," you say, shrugging, but almost manage a quiet laugh, too. You don't really give a fuck what the clothes look like. At least you can change finally into something else - something that didn’t belong to your dead companions.

Where you care about the medicine, Blue is far more intrigued by the candy bar she discovers. She holds it up, and inspects the wrapper with curiously wide eyes, shooting a glance at her dad.

"T-w-i-x," she sounds out with pinched brows. She looks back at you. "What's this?"

"It's like... chocolate," you tell her.

"Oh— no way. Could I try some?"

You don't really care about the Twix bar. You almost forgot about it since the moment you found it in the car. But before you can tell her she can just have it as a late birthday gift - because she has done so much for you - Ghost moves to take it from her hands.

He puts it back down on the table.

“What’s hers is hers, kid. That’s how it works here.“

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #zombies #cod #zombie apocolypse au

[heckinconfusedparade]

Woe! Sonic character headcanons be upon Ye!

Sonic:

- Learned how to cook while raising Tails and got really good at it

- Hedgehog Gordon Ramsay

- Can’t bake for shit tho

- Made up a lullaby that he sings to Tails to help him sleep. It’s been effective since the kit was 4

- In the warmer months, Sonic scouts out nice places for his annual picnic with Amy. He loves hanging out with her and enjoying sweets!

- Has a memorial for Chip with his necklace somewhere hidden

- Ran before he could walk

- Bothers Knuckles on Angel Island at least twice a week

- He and Shadow spar every week

- Bro has a bunch of Knick knacks and trinkets from his adventures

- Has a lazy day every once in a whilel

- He does vocal warm ups every morning as part of his little routine, even if he doesn’t plan on singing that day. It’s good to warm up before doing a lot of speaking!

Tails:

- He’s so sweet but so sassy

- Will sass a grown man to death

- Hugs people he really loves with his tails included

- He has a blacksmith place somewhere

- Had to have an intervention for his mint addiction (unsuccessful)

- His love language is gift giving! His gifts are one of a kind

- He made Shadow a gun for Christmas. It has bullets that explode on impact. It’s a tiny rocket launcher

- Used a chaos emerald to give a box Chaos Control so he can warp stuff back to his workshop

- the box defies logic, and he can fit literally anything in it

Amy

- If anyone insults or puts down her besties it’s ON SIGHT! EVEN IF ITS THE BESTIE SAYIN IT ABOUT THEMSELF (looking at you, TAILS)

- Refuses to let anyone go hungry. Angel to anemic and diabetic community!

- Spars with Knuckles to practice her hand to hand combat

- Meets up with Sonic in the coldest part of winter so they can hibernate together

- Loves her picnic dates with Sonic!

- Got Vanilla to homeschool Tails so at least the kid can have credentials to go into higher education in the future if he wants

- Loves thrift shopping! One man’s trash is this gals treasure!

- Crystal girl

- Shares Taylor Swift album theories with Shadow. They both go crazy for it

- She took Cream, Rouge, Blaze, and Sticks on a road trip. It was the most chaotic thing to hit the roads that summer.

Knuckles:

- is the reason a mountain has a giant crack in it

- vibe checks buildings for faulty wiring with his electro signal echidna stuff

- Bro moves the soil around his island to promote healthier plant life

- Bro is the single teen dad of many many many Chao

- Tries to leave the island whenever he can. He has a map of places that Sonic marked because they made him think of him!

- Taught Tails how to throw one hell of a punch and how to use his namesakes in combat

- Secretly looks forward to Rouge’s visits because he finds the sparring fun

Shadow:

- His room is usually only illuminated by a lamp because the sun shines directly in his window, and the ceiling light is too bright

- the lightbulb in the lamp changes colours. Rouge calls it his Mood Lamp

- If Sonic doesn’t show up to their weekly sparring, he gets concerned and indirectly searches for the dude. He’d rather die than admit he’s concerned tho

- Taylor Swift karaoke night with Amy

- Plays Project SEKAI

- Has a garden full of beautiful flowers dedicated to Maria. Amy and Sonic helped find flowers and seeds, and Knux provided the soil. They didn’t ask to get involved, nor were they asked, they just found out from Rouge and decided to help Shadow out

- He cannot fucking cook

- He cannot fucking bake

- There’s very few things he can actually make BUT HES LEARNING

- Learning to enjoy life as it happens. He’s stopping to smell the roses and appreciate what he has right now, and tries not to lament about the past or future

Rouge:

- Sometimes visits Angel Island just to bother Knuckles

- She has a pair of boots that has spikes on the toes

- Taught Tails how to steal

- She’s Cream’s favourite guest to bring to a tea party because of all the drama she brings with her.

- Is the reason Tails is a gossip

- She played Thief Simulator and had the greatest time ever

- Watched analysis videos of people trying to solve heists she committed

- Pretended not to listen when Amy infodumped to her about crystal energy, but she actually finds it very interesting

Omega:

- Trusts Tails with his life

- Because he can’t fit through doors or knock without breaking them, he stands outside the window waiting for someone to notice him outside

-or he just breaks the door anyway because why not

- Loves fireworks, wants to fire them on his own

- Absorbs every insult he hears Sonic make, as well as searches up on the internet to add to his database just so he can insult Eggman in a way that matters.

#I’ll make more another time idk #could be an empty promise #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #sonic headcanons

[littledigits]

Random facts that may amuse you about the river episode of hilda

To be handed a script and then be like ' ok now lead your team to do the visuals' its like ,a wild experience so I want to share some of the weird things my brain latched onto .. For the door sequence, My pitch to our location and color designers was based off of a blacklight, under water themed mini-putt course I used to love when I was a kid. Just goes to show you can really pull inspiration from anywhere haha. I dont think anyone expected me to go that buck wild with it but I'm glad everyone was on board. anyway.. I lovingly called it Eugene's ' Putt Putt cave of doom ' . I wanted the doors to look kind of flat, like stage props ! The mini putt is STILL THERE BTW . look at this video. GOSH I MISS IT SO MUCH.

Anyway - It works great too because it allowed everyone to have the cooler blacklight palettes, where you can see Eugenes -true- colors. I wanted him to be duller outside of the water on purpose. Cuz hes just a lil old timey guy. A " slightly deranged Stan Laurel " , which was what i had in my pitch notes to the design team.

Heres another silly fact but we based part of the serpent off of the sarcastic fringehead cuz..look at it . its just like -AHHHHHHHHHH. It just waves its mouth infront of other fish and it looks scary but it doesnt DO ANYTHING. ( I think, biologists can correct me)

Also just in general I was vibing with the old..creatures on a map . Like. Of course we're going to give this serpent hooves. OF COURSE THIS SEA SERPENT NEEDS HOOVES. So the designers did a few rounds based off of way older illustrations.

The choice of shadow puppets was done to give Eugene an 'old timey' flavor. I really wanted him to feel more vaudeville and tap dancey - so the shadow puppets were to give him a..more modest intro. The adventures of prince achmed was an inspiration, because how old school animation can you get ! And it really backed up the use of bold colors. I wanted to save his BIGGEST performance to the end, also shout out to @castletoons who boarded this episode AND nailed the song sequence WITHOUT EVEN HAVING THE FINAL SONG?! It fit perfectly. It was fate.

oh , and if you felt a particular beetle juicey tone to this whole episode? You're not wrong ! While it wasnt on my mind when I was first working on visual concepts, our storyboard supervisor Jeff Bittle showed me this intro from the second season of the animated show. Everything zipping at the camera on this endless void ride was the perfect chaotic energy that really helped bring in that sinister tone.

UH SO YEAH I mean I could go on about some of the thought processes behind choices and stuff and honestly I dont want to get into the weeds with opening up a pandoras box on behind the scenes of hilda or whatever. But I thought this episode was a fun example to kind of share a bit of The entire team ran with this weird chaotic energy and I appreciate them so much for it. I'll always love this strange lil episode.

#hilda season 3 spoilers #hilda spoilers #hilda the series #director talk #sometimes you dont know what to do and then you remember mini putt and it all comes together

[habken]

hi habs! do you got any tips on how to draw hair? i love hori’s hair styles but it’s like they’re always so difficult to draw bc the hair go anywhere and it just ends up looking like a mess!

I can give some tips !! The way I draw hair isn’t too dissimilar to horikoshi, I think the main things to remember are where the skull is and what point the hair is falling from.

If you look at his work, while the hair can look a bit chaotic, it usually all stems from the same place. Here’s a few examples where I mapped out the skull, where the hair stems from, and some directional lines for where the hair falls.

Using his work as an example, I did some of my own studies!

#idk how helpful this is #ask

[fangirlingpuggle]

Half asleep dumb Bleach AU where Quincy war goers really bad and they have to pull a time travel fix it but the only 2 strong enough to not die are Ichigo and Aizen.

The 2 ending up in the turn back the pendulum arc and Aizen instantly goes into full xanatos gambit mastermind planner mode... only to realize that is fucking impossible when you are working with Ichigo Kurosaki.

Every time he thinks he has found a way to create a long plan that will result in the Quincy end (And maybe himself as the soul king or all powerful) he turns around and Ichigo has already completely changed the time line AGAIN! Totally fucked up someones tragic backstory and he just takes a deep breath throws all his planning in the bin and has to go back to the drawing board (Since he can't actually murder Ichigo... he's tried)

Ichigo isn't trying to change much he doesn't have any grand plan just kill Yhwach, make sure his friends are safe and don't let Aizen do anything to Aizeny.

He ends up bonding with Gin, because Gin sees how powerful Ichigo is and more importantly how much he pisses off Aizen. He basically becomes Ichigo's shadow and just makes everything 10x more chaotic.

It becomes worse when Byakuya joins in he sees Ichigo shunpo at a speed that puts Yoruchi to shame and pretty much insists he teach him. And thus Ichigo has 2 shadows who mange to fuck up everything Aizen tries to plan.

(They disappear for a few days and Ichigo has somehow become king of Hucheo mundo no ones even sure how, there's also an adjuchas grimmjow following Ichigo around either trying to kill him or maybe court him no one can tell. Aizen takes one look at this pretty much throws months worth of planning in the bin and then goes and then just disappears into the Senkaimon to scream into the void)

Shinji is confused but he knows Aizen's planning something still he's sure of it and hasn't realized the plans have changed. Ichigo just watches the two for a bit and just turns to Aizen like 'So trying to murder and hollowify the guy you have a huge crush on is taking pigtail pulling to the extreme right?' Gin is dying laughing and Aizen is pissed and not happy because he has been doing fine with repressing and ignoring these feelings for centuries and can keep on doing it just fine thank you very much.

Thus begins Ichigo and Gin trying to match make him because that may make Aizen less crazy evil since Ichigo has watched the man stare all pinning and stupid after Shinji and stop staring at the many many maps and plans he have (most of them Ichigo thinks are plans for trying to murder him) and well it's fucking hilarious. Also he's pretty sure Shinji is just as bad since the man can ramble about Aizen for hours... literal hours Ichigo timed him and not all of it was how he's planning something evil...though a lot of it was.

Plus it's embarrassing to Aizen and hilarious.

#bleach #au #fic prompt #aishin #aizen sousuke #ichigo kurosaki #humor #gin ichimaru #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #aizen x shinji #grimmichi #I am just amusing myself at this point #shinji hirako

[l0v3tast3]

Hey hope your doing well late (?) Merry christmas! I love your young reader one shots and headcannons, If its okay and if u have the time can I request more young reader but this time they arent their usual excited chaotic self? Their js absolutely silent and any response they give the boys are just hums/nods or short quick responses?? Dont have to do this if you dont want too btw!

✎ tysm for this ask i'm so sorry this has taken so long!! merry super late christmas lol

✎ tags: young military reader, depressed reader, gender neutral reader, all platonic relationships, everyone in the military is emotionally constipated, mentions of therapy, not proofread ofc

♡ soap is the last to notice you're change in demeanor, and that's only about ten seconds after you've come out of the bathroom (plus, in all fairness, he was explaining how he was going to blow up a building).

♡ all four of the 141 task force are sat at the dining table in the safehouse you're all held up in currently. price and simon are both standing, hunched over blueprints and maps while gaz is typing on a laptop, trying to connect back to base. soap is sat off to the side, staring intensely at his own blueprint, marking points to put explosives every few moments.

♡ the mission you were on had been simple, as usual, and had gone wrong, as usual. everyone was used to it by now, on the verge of just expecting it constantly. you were too by now, but they had noticed the cracks forming in your demeanor, the way your usually-wide smile was tightening, how your eyebrows and shoulders wouldn't relax, your leg unable to stop bouncing when you would sit.

♡ you knew to be serious on missions. between small jokes and popping out when they were about to start getting frantic in looking for you, you would be serious, trigger finger always ready and listening for your next orders. this, though, was what the rest of the task force would call "several steps up" from your usual behavior.

♡ when you step out of the bathroom, they notice your head turned to the ground to hide and the lack of your usual announcement that you were back to grace them with your presence. they don't say anything, though. price wonders if this is what he's been waiting for, the day you lose your smile, and it opens a pit in his stomach that he tries to push away for the time being.

♡ you're all stuck in that safehouse for another four days, and it doesn't get any better. they don't hear you speak more than a few words at a time. you don't look them in the eyes anymore. you're restless and eager to keep your distance from them, only seen outside of the tiny room you had claimed when there was an update to the mission.

♡ they wouldn't talk about it, not while they're out on the mission. price stares at the floor while soap and ghost exchange a look, and gaz wonders if he should follow you back to your room. they just keep on working.

♡ all of them are quietly wondering what it was that did it in for you. everything they'd seen wasn't anything new to you. there had only been a total of maybe ten minutes that you weren't by someone else's side during the thick of it. whatever had happened, they weren't asking, and you weren't telling.

♡ when you're all finally evacuated, the helicopter ride back is tense. price and ghost escaped up to the cockpit with the pilot, and soap and gaz are left sitting in the seats across from you. you're just staring down into space. the most they had gotten out of you in the past few hours was a quick affirmation when given an order.

♡ soap tries to ask you if you're doing alright, and after the second call of your name through the headsets you look up at him. he asks again and you say you're good.

♡ after you land, you slip away to an empty meeting room to complete the new piles of paperwork that always came with the completion of a mission. it's late into the night, and even for a military compound, the halls are quiet; it's a heavy contrast from where you were just hours prior, and you're still waiting for another barrage of gunfire in the distance. the only thing that breaks the silence, though, is heavy footsteps coming closer before the door opens.

♡ in walks your captain with his own stack of folders and packets. he doesn't say anything to you, just sinks into the chair at the other end of the table from you and starts sifting through the papers. you just stare at him for a bit, because you know he has his own office. you know how he complains about his back when he has to do paperwork in a chair that isn't his own custom-ordered one.

♡ after a bit you finally get that he's keeping you company. you go back to checking things off and filling in answers, casting a glance up at price every few moments. he acts like he's alone in the room until he finally meets your gaze with raised eyebrows, as if asking, "are we going to talk about it?" and you go back to writing.

♡ none of the men can get you to crack; they hoped you would go back to your usual self after you got back from the mission, but two weeks afterwards they still couldn't get a full sentence out of you. kyle and soap would try their best to get you to laugh, and ghost even told you a couple of his jokes when everyone else was training.

♡ they finally talk about it at the three week point. it's been nearly a month; kyle brings it up hesitantly while they're all sitting together drinking and playing cards and you've gone to bed for the night. everyone puts their cards down and shifts uncomfortably in their seats, but they know they need to talk about it.

♡ they toss around varying ideas of how to cheer you up. soap says they should throw a party, ghost says to just leave you to work it out yourself. price suggests setting you up with one of the on-site therapists at the base and kyle asks if they should just do an "intervention-type-thing". either way, they know they have to talk to you about it. they elect price to try again.

♡ they next day, price pulls you aside into another empty meeting room and sits down with you. he's awkward and clearly a bit out of his depth, but he bares with it. price starts off with clearing his throat and saying that everyone's worried about you. you say you're fine, and he calls bullshit. you stare down at your folded hands while he goes on about how they've all noticed you're lack of energy, eating, going outside, doing anything outside the requirements really.

♡ he finally asks you what happened, and you mumble that you don't know what it was. nothing in particular actually happened. you just didn't know what was wrong with you.

♡ price tells you that it's alright, that there doesn't have to be any one reason, that there isn't anything "wrong" with you. he asks you if you want him to talk to one of the psychologists or therapists in the base for you. he tells you there's no shame in it, that we all need a little help, that everyone's worried and just wants to get you feeling better. you're hesitant to admit that you need the help until he tells you that just about every person in the base has talked to a therapist at least once or twice. it comes with the job.

♡ they start seeing the light in your eyes again when kyle or soap sneaks you your favorite candy bars, and you start laughing at everyone's bad jokes again, little by little. it takes awhile, but they keep doing what they can. they won't talk about it again, but they're all relieved to see the life coming back to you, slowly but surely.

#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #soap #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #john price #john price x reader #fluff #platonic #angst #fanfiction #— lilly writes! ♡

[pascalfilms]

His soft side | Mihawk x reader

Mihawk comes home to you on your lady day

warning: cute fluff

You were lying down on your and Mihawk’s big bed. Today was the worst day for you because you had your period this morning. When you are on your period, you are too emotional. You could bare with the pain but you couldn’t control the emotions that you were feeling.

Mihawk had just gotten home after a huge chaotic fight with Don Krieg. He won but he had got a call from the Vice-Admiral for a pirate, well more like his own grandson because he had stolen the map of the One Piece. Mihawk wasn’t going to pick up the Vice Admiral’s grandson just yet, he needed to go see his girlfriend before he left.

“My love?” Mihawk called for you. You heard your boyfriend’s voice, and you immediately started crying because you missed him.

Mihawk heard fainting sniffing sounds coming from his and your room. He walks over to the room to see the door closed and when he goes to open it. The door was locked.

“Y/n are you okay? Can you please open the door?” Mihawk gently asks you. You lift yourself from the bed and saunter to the door.

On the other side of the door, he could hear your steps coming towards the door. You open the door slowly came wide open and Mihawk sees how tired you look.

“Why are you crying?” Mihawk questioned you grabbed your cheeks and wiped the tears off your cheek.

“I just miss you so much.” You told your boyfriend and went near and cuddled into his chest.

Mihawk rarely doesn’t like hugs because it shows a sign of weakness but when it comes to you. He would do anything that would make him soft and gentle. The only person who could do that was you.

His two hands go to the side of your waist and tap it. Telling you to jump and you obeyed and leaped. Mihawk grabbed you within a second and you wrapped around his waist and laid your head down against his neck.

“I as well, my love,” Mihawk tells back to you and walks on over to the bed and lays you back on the large bed.

“How about this, when I come back, you can have all the cuddles you want. Does that sound good to you?” Mihawk asked you making you smile and nodding towards your boyfriend.

Mihawk kisses your forehead and walks to the bathroom. He does his business and washed his hands. He grabs the paper towel wipes the wettest of his hands and throws it into the trash. The warlord ends up missing the trash.

He sighed grabbed the crumpled paper and threw it properly. His eyes stopped in his tracks to see a tampon wrapper and when your boyfriend knew. You were on your lady’s day. Mihawk walks back to you seeing you curled up with the blanket.

Garp could wait for a few days and right now he needs to take care of his girl.

You watch your boyfriend come around and take off his long coat that was up to his boot and set it to the nearest chair that was beside him. Then grabs his hat from his head taking off revealing his curly hair. You loved watching him take off his clothes in front of you. Lastly, he kicks off his boots and lays right next to you.

Mihawk turns his body towards you gets in the covers and pulls your body into his chest. You immediately launched onto your boyfriend and on his chest. Your left hand was on his chest tracing his abs and soft skin. He was relaxed by you tracing his abs and rubbing his back to comfort her.

The whole two days, Mihawk brought you food on the bed and gave you lots of cuddles and kisses. You loved his side of him.

#dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk #one piece x reader #one piece live action #one piece mihawk #mihawk x you

[volturissideslut]

What if the Humans adopt a child just to see what’s so special about humans and why the Cullens like them so much, not knowing how troublesome a 8 year old can be?

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

strap in because this is going to be one hell of a ride (also I'm assuming asker meant volturi adopt a chaotic human child)

Aro, ever the curious one, cannot even fathom why dear Carlisle cares so much for these... creatures

And it's been like over 3000 years since he was human and he can't really remember much about living

It would also help if it would stop making Marcus be such a miserable slab of stone, and perhaps even Caius could do with a new toy

It just seemed like destiny when an 8 year old child strayed from the feeding group one day, too entertained by chasing a fat tabby cat that had jumped the wall to the garden

Whatever parent or guardian that came with seemingly hadn't noticed - not that they were alive long enough too

And, of course, Felix was the one to deliver the child to Master Aro considering he's the only one with a modium of decorum or respect for life in the castle

Any of the other guards would have eaten you on sight to be honest (they wouldn't in the future but you're just some random human child right now, they don't care about you yet)

Aro takes one look at you're little form, sticky fingers; muddy knees; grazed elbows; a leaf in your hair

Perfect

They're keeping you

easy, right?

wrong

Why is a overexcited yet hysterical human child such a lovable inconvenience, you may ask

well

1) none of them can fully keep track of you're emotions,why are children so confusing???

2) they can't fully keep track of your whereabout either

"HOW ON EARTH DID YOU GET OF THE ROOF YOU HEATHEN CHILD" - Caius probably

3) they know nothing, and I mean nothing, about humans. Expect them to ask the secratery for help next time you're sobbing, only to find out you're hungry because they haven't fed you a proper meal in days thinking you'd forage for it yourself

I swear Marcus is the only one who is knowledgeable, despite how small it is

"the child requires sustinence again" - Jane, fed up of this shit

4) they're used to the traumatic stuff of vampire life, you are not, they don't realise that

poor kid is gonna be so traumatised, by the age of 10 killing someone over cereal seems socially acceptable

At least Caius actually has a soft spot for you, otherwise you'd be dead dead by now

Marcus reads you bedtime stories

Aro wants you to grow up appreciating everything he does, there are many 'daddy/daughter dates' where he takes you to see plays, musicals, concerts, or whatever that he deems suitable

Caius pretends to be impressed with your drawings and fakes excitement at whatever lego monstrosity you've made

Alec shows you the world, taking you around on his days off to Scotland, Brazil, India or wherever you randomly point to on a map

Felix let's you use his cloak as a blanket when he's not using it, you like to play with it and use it for dens and pillow forts (it can also be used as one of those massive fabric parachute tent bubble thingys the class played with in nursery/FS1/kindergarten and hid under (you know what I'm talking about))

Demitri let's you win at hide and seek despite his gift letting him know where you are at all times. He is also not above pretending to play to keep you out the way and quiet for a solid five minutes before you come out giggling saying you won again

Jane will capture butterflies and set them free with you because she knows you love them and you also love to chase them

The queen's are always dressing you up like a doll and doing your hair, they basically get a list from the secratery of everything humans need (food, water, socialising etc) and fulfil those needs for you

The secratery is the only one who actually knows what you want and need most times, being human herself. The kings are seriously considering turning her instead of just killing her you your sake

And God forbid anyone touches their precious baby, you've grown on them and they'd burn the world for you in an instant

#twilight #twilight renascence #volturi #x reader #headcannons #hc #twilight saga #alec volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #volturi guard #volturi kings #volturissideslut

[asolareclipses]

(Previous Part)

After passing through the miserable Manhattan traffic, the roads of rural New York began to calm as they began the long journey to Maine.

Beside Will, Jason was twisting a map around, the paper crinkling with each slight movement he made. “You’d think they would’ve made these easier to read.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Well they sort of did,” Will replied, “Google maps offers great convenience, unfortunately there’s no demigod Google or Apple…or any of the other companies.”

Jason blankly stared at Will for a moment, “I’m going to pretend I understood what any of that meant.”

Will held back a laugh, he had forgotten that Jason wasn’t exactly familiar with modern technology. He was like Nico in that way, maybe that’s one of the reasons they got along so well. “It’s phone stuff, i’m not really the expert on it because I was never allowed to have a phone. But my Mom had one, and the other campers keep me up to date with all that other stuff.”

Jason’s eyes widened for a split second, Will could tell it was because of the mention of his Mom. He was probably surprised because Will typically didn’t mention her. “So your Mom, she’s…” Jason’s voice died off.

“She’s alive, if that’s what you wanted to ask. Her name is Naomi Solace, though I doubt you’ve heard of her. She’s a pretty well known country singer, always busy with tours and concerts.” Will seemed to fall into the past as he spoke about his mother. “I used to go on tours with her, they were chaotic but honestly amazing. Staying up until the late hours eating fast food, traveling around the country. It was great.”

Jason seemed hesitant to speak, but he noticed Will’s smile fading. “Did something happen?”

“Well, turns out monsters aren’t great for tours.” Will sighed as he stared out across the endless roads. “As I got older, more and more attacks happened. Eventually my Mom had to send me to camp, she didn’t want to. I still think she regrets it, but there was nothing she could do. Guess that’s just how it is.”

“Do you still keep in contact?” Jason asked cautiously.

“Yeah,” Will nodded, “I send letters, and Iris messages. Sometimes I even visit, though she’s pretty busy so I never stay long. She would probably let me stay forever if she could, but I wouldn’t burden her like that.”

Jason opened his mouth to speak but he hesitated, unable to find the right thing to say. After a moment he finally spoke, “She sounds nice.”

Will smiled, “Oh yeah, she’s amazing.” He meant it completely, his Mom was truly one of the best people he’d ever known. “But enough about my Mom, what do you think this ‘dark presence’ or whatever it is we are facing?”

Jason frowned, his mind delving into thought, “I’m not sure. What dark creature or thing would be out to get Nico?”

Will paused, a revelation hitting him so hard he almost drove them off the road. “Oh my Gods…how did I not realize sooner?”

“What?” Jason said, his hand was now tightly latched onto the door from Wills lapse in good driving.

“It’s Nyx,” he said the name like it was poison in his mouth. “It has to be. She’s probably still pissed that he embarrassed her.”

“Nyx?” Jason asked, his voice almost incredulous.

“Yeah, we fought her back in tartarus. Guess she’s still holding a grudge.” Will shook his head with an unpleasant look displayed on his face.

“So Nico left to what? Go fight a goddess on his own?”

Will sighed in pure frustration, “Yep. It’s a classic Nico move, I mean he would’ve gone to tartarus alone, again, if I hadn’t forced him to take me.”

“I guess in that way he hasn’t changed, still trying to face things alone.” Jason frowned.

“Right.” Will’s face was now unreadable even to himself, “At least he’s not alone, he took your boyfriend with him remember?”

Jason almost choked, “Boyfriend?!”

Will failed to hold back his laughter, “I guess it’s not official yet?”

“We’re not-he’s not-“ Jason stumbled over his words before giving up at forming a coherent sentence.

“Okay, okay. I won’t push any further, just know, it’s pretty obvious.” Will smirked as Jason tried to regain his composure.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Jason finally spoke with a false look of confidence. “Me and Leo are just-“ He was cut off by a sudden thump against the roof of the car.

Will glanced up in shock, “What was that?”

“I don’t-“ Jason began, but before he could finish there was another thump and sharp claws pierced through the roof.

Will grit his teeth looking ahead, “Hold tight Jason, the rides about to get bumpy.”

—

Bumpy was an understatement. The second Will swerved off the main road, the normal car ride transformed into a death trip. Each turn was so sharp Jason had to cling to whatever he could just so he wouldn’t be thrown across the car. He was convinced that any second now they’d go barreling into a tree. Yet, Will somehow maintained control, his driving was insane but also impressive.

In a particularly harsh turn, whatever had latched onto the car had gone flying off and when Jason turned to see he got a clear view of their attacker—well attackers. Rapidly approaching behind them was a small group of harpies, hellbent on turning them into bird food.

“Uh Will? You might want to speed up,” Jason said as he gripped his sword. There wasn’t much use for it in the small space but it was a good plan b.

“On it.” Will said, as his knuckles latched around the wheel turned white, they began to pick up speed making any movement of the car even more jarring.

Jason kept his eyes on the harpies which were still hot on their trail, “How do we lose these guys?”

“No clue,” Will spoke through clenched teeth. “Maybe you could blow them away?”

Jason perked up, for a moment he’d forgotten about the whole wind powers thing. “Good idea.” He spoke quickly before focusing on the wind beneath the harpies wings. With a slight twist they spiraled away, losing control of the air around them.

Will seemed to relax for a moment, but that was cut short by the cars suddenly sputtering to a slow stop. The extra speed and turbulence appeared to be too much for the old camp be vehicle. “Aw hades!” The look on Will’s face was of pure and utter frustration.

As soon as the car wasn’t moving, Will slung open his door storming over to the hood of the car. With a frown he threw it open and was promptly engulfed in smoke. Jason hurriedly rushed over to him, urging the winds to dispel the clouds of smoke.

As the smoke dissipated it revealed Will who stood there coughing and muttering a range of curses—some Jason had never heard before but he was sure they weren’t positive. “Of course this happens!” Will threw his hands up in defeat.

Jason winced, not sure how to comfort him.

“The one time I go out on an important quest, everything goes wrong!” Will spoke, his anger seemed more directed at himself than the circumstances.

“Every quest has setbacks,” Jason tried his best to sound optimistic.

“Maybe, but we left camp hours ago and we’re already stranded on the side of the road. Who knows what Nico and Leo are doing, and if we’re too late.” Will rambled on as he began to pace alongside the car.

“Will, things happen, I don’t see how this could be your fault.” Jason continued with his reasoning, but it was as if Will had heard nothing.

“What a great idea to send a medic on some important quest, like I could actually be a hero.” Will spoke directly to himself almost unaware of Jason’s presence.

“Will stop.” Jason took cautious hold of Will’s shoulders, a firm look on his face.

Realization passed across Will’s expression as he now understood how he’d been acting. “Sorry..” His voice was almost too quiet to hear.

“This is only a temporary setback, we’ll find away to get to them in time.” Jason spoke with every ounce of reassurance he could gather.

Will looked away, now focused on the dirt beneath his shoes. “Right, you’re right.”

Jason watched as Will seemed to shrink in on himself, embarrassed for showing a slight piece of his troubles. He felt a sense of similarity between himself and Will, he knew all too well the pain of hiding your true feelings.

It was the first time he saw Will not as this bubbly guy who was happy to do whatever whenever, but as someone who faced the same harsh world that met every demigod. Will knew loss, he knew more than he’d ever tell. He would never show that side of himself willingly. Instead, he let himself be portrayed as a calm reliable person with no struggles despite his constant turmoil. It didn’t feel fair.

At that moment Jason knew Will was a true hero, whether he believed it or not. He just had no idea how to prove it to him. What he did know, was that they had to succeed. Not just for Leo and Nico, but for everyone else, including themselves.

Part Seven?

#solangelo #valgrace #will solace #jason grace #nico di angelo #leo valdez #will solace and jason grace #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #nico pjo #will pjo #jason pjo #leo pjo #pjo hoo #pjo hoo toa tsats #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #naomi solace #will loves his mom #road trip #road trip gone wrong #will pretends to be okay #he’s bad at pretending #will is more than nico’s boyfriend #jason tries to be comforting

[nrdmssgs]

John Price meeting civilian reader scenario (part 2)

Part 1

Masterlist

The alarm sets off so early the next morning, you feel, like you've just closed your eyes a few minutes ago. You drag yourself out from a comfort of your warm blanket and head to the bathroom.

As you are standing there before the mirror, brushing your teeth, you remember, that yesterday you invited a man you've only known a few hours for today's walk. Sounds unsafe, but then again that smile, that deep voice and muffled croaky chuckles...

Someone may call you reckless, but you call it a risk worth taking. Plus, if you never come back from that walk with him - that means, that your vacation never actually ends. So there are bright sides to even the worst possible outcomes.

In half an hour, you step out of your cabin fully prepared. Deep inside, you are ready to go on your hike alone, if the guy doesn't show up.

But Price already waits for you, leaning on the bench where you chatted yesterday. He looks at you with a smirk.

"How do you look so alive It's not even 5 am now!" - you whine, jealous of his fresh look despite the early hour.

Instead of answering, he hands you his thermos. You open and sniff it. The aroma is faintly reminiscent of coffee...

"Careful. Just a sip." - he says quietly.

You take a tiny sip and cover your mouth with your hand to keep from spitting out the contents. This drink really remotely resembles coffee. Coffee, if mixed with earth, pieces of peat and liquid fire. You cough so hard that your body trembles and tears come to your eyes. "What the bloody... thing is it? Biohazard home brew?"

He tries to hold back his laughter, but he can't. "Sorry, I thought I brewed it softer than usual today." he smiles as he takes the thermos from you and wipes a tear from your cheek.

Moving out on the road, you still occasionally cough. He is genuinely remorseful, though he can't help but smile when you turn away.

You reach the trail just as fog begins to descend from the hills covered with fir trees. The first rays of the sun break through the branches. You take out your camera and turn it on.

"Ok, now I'll go a few steps ahead, and you will be in charge of navigation" - you give him a printed map of your route.

"Add an external observation to that, and I might as well charge you for my services..." - he murmurs under his breath, as you proceed to film your walk.

He inadvertently approaches you several times and almost overtakes you. You have to catch him by the sleeve of his jacket and gently pull him back so that he doesn't get into the frame.

"Sorry, John, I just want those videos to be only about nature. When we come back, I'll show you how good it looks, I promise" - you whisper.

He doesn't mind, though. Fresh and calm morning nature, crisp air, the view he gets, following you from behind... No, he doesn't mind at all.

He likes to silently follow you, occasionally directing you by the shoulder on the cross paths.

This feels like a perfect combination of something he's good at (taking care and guiding) and something he craves (to have a rest).

He even regrets that time has flown by so quickly when you return.

You show him your YouTube channel with silent walking videos, and he is absolutely delighted.

"So there is a right side of this bloody circus after all! I thought it was just an endless chaotic party being translated there." He sighs in relief and turns on your next video.

You wonder what exactly he means by "a right side" of YouTube, but decide to leave him in peace as he's browsing through your vids.

When you are out of sight, he discreetly pulls out his reading glasses, puts them on and writes your channels name down in a little notebook. Then he thinks for a couple of seconds and writes its address down too.

Yes, this whole "...tube.com/channel/UClD8....." stuff. Just to be sure, you know?

After this vacation, your channel has seen a huge increase in viewing statistics.

Price revisits your videos in any free minute.

Others in the Task Force 141 notice that their captain has begun to spend more time at the computer, although they couldn’t even drag him there by force before.

"So when I make time to find and share something funny with your ingrate asses - I'm to be yelled at, but when the captain rewatches a walk down some road in a random forest for several hours - this is not a problem for you?" - Soap grunts at dinner.

No one answers him, because your vids became kind of meditation sessions to a half of the team, since Price shared them with others.

Price leaves awkwardly formal commentaries under every your video.

Like "Dear content creator, I want to send my sincere gratitude for your taking the time to make this video. I genuinely appreciate your enthusiasm for sharing this walk of yours with us all. Thank you again for your dedication."

Gaz can't stand such a level of cringe and shows Price, that there is an "about the channel" info section out there, with your email in it. Just in case, Price wanted to... express his gratitude to you more privately.

"I never asked for it!" - snarls Price, but ends up emailing you as soon as Gaz is out of his sight.

#cod #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod mv2 #john price x reader #john price x you #captain john price #price x reader #captain price #price mw2 #john price #captain price imagine #captain price x reader #captain price x you #price imagine #john price fanfic #john price mw2

[spiderrrling]

Eddie Munson Master List

Anybody have a map?

Camp counselor! Eddie Munson x F! Camp Counselor! Reader

Series masterlist

Living After Midnight

Eddie Munson x F! Carver! Reader

Series masterlist

With Love, Eddie Munson - Completed

With Love, Eddie Munson - Eddie Munson x F!Reader (Part 1)

It’s been about six months since she went off to college, when a very unexpected letter comes in the mail from an old friend

My Dearest Eddie Munson - Eddie Munson x F!Reader (Part 2)

It's been three weeks since Eddie deposited a letter in the mail detailing all his emotions, when a very familiar run down car pulls up in front of his trailer

The Dungeon Master & The Cheerleader - Ongoing

The Dungeon Master and the Cheerleader - Eddie Munson x F! Henderson! Reader

What if the pretty cheerleader Eddie has been looking at turns out to be Dustin's sister, and she wants to learn about dungeons and dragons?

Pretty Little Rings - Eddie Munson x F! Henderson! Reader P.2

The story behind how a pretty dainty little ring ring ended up between the regular heavy metal ones Eddie usually wears

↳ Part 2 to The Dungeon Master and the Cheerleader, there is an NSFW version in the 18+ section below

One Shots & Imagines

Guts - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Middle school best friends to lovers, fluff, a little bit of angst but the good kind

Scrunchies and Tuesday Shows - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Lending Eddie a scrunchie to tie back his chaotic messy curls for a show at the Hideout

There and Back Again - Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

You ask him to read you a story, and Eddie pulls out one of his familiar favorites he knows you have never read, The Hobbit

Sunday Mornings with You - Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Just a short sweet little fic about spending a Sunday morning with Eddie

Something's Gotta Give - Eddie Munson x best friend! Reader

You win your best friend Eddie a bear in the arcade after your bowling match, turns out this wasn't the first time it had happened

The Price of a Kiss - Eddie Munson x Reader

You start trading Eddie little knick knacks and trinkets for kisses

Traces of you - Eddie Munson x Reader

Going off to college turns out to be a lot more difficult than you imagined it to be, especially when you realize Eddie's shirt doesn't smell like him anymore

Lovesick! Eddie Munson

A series of blurbs and drabbles about our favorite Eddie so desperately and deeply in love

Kissing Eddie Munson - Eddie Munson x gn!Reader

Headcanon about kissing Eddie Munson

Eddie and His Hands

Just a short little headcanon about Eddie’s hands

Eddie Munson the Bookworm

Headcanon about Eddie Munson being a total bookworm and nerd

Follow me on my other platforms!

Archive of Our Own

Wattpad

You can also add yourself to my taglist here

18+ Works - Minors do not engage

Calm Before the Storm - Eddie Munson x F!Reader 18+

Heading down to Lovers Lake for a late night swim, which turns to more once it starts storming

Drunk on You - Eddie Munson x F! Reader 18+

Pussy drunk Eddie eating out

I Dare You - Eddie Munson x F!Reader 18+

You dare Eddie to go a week without masturbating but it quickly ends up becoming difficult for both of you

Homesick - Eddie Munson x F!Reader 18+

You're home for spring break and you run into the last person you were planning to see, your ex boyfriend

Pretty Little Rings - Eddie Munson x F! Henderson! Reader

The story behind how a pretty dainty little ring ring ended up between the regular heavy metal ones Eddie usually wears, but the NSFW version

↳ Part 2 to The Dungeon Master and the Cheerleader

Don't You Look Pretty - Eddie Munson x F! Reader

You've had a very long day, and all you want is a little stress relief with your boyfriend who knows exactly how to relax you

Eddie Munson NSFW Alphabet

Title is pretty self explanatory

Please Don't Go - Eddie Munson x F! Reader

After a night with your boyfriend he is reluctant to let you leave, so he has other methods for getting you to stay

Insecurities - Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Eddie overhears you being insecure about your body, and he is not having any of it

Did you just fake that? - Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Eddie has been suspicious of your behavior in bed for a little while, and then he finally confronts you about it

Thigh Riding Eddie Munson Headcanon

Exactly what the title says

"Show me how to do it-" - Eddie Munxon x F! Reader

You ask Eddie to teach you how to give a blow job

Lazy cuddles... lazy sex... - Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Lazy afternoon cuddles quickly lead to more when Eddie is around

18+ taglist here (if I find any minor on that list, you will be blocked)

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #st #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson series #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine

[ohdearlingwhathappened]

Failed Plans

A/n: Merry Christmas, @quinloki !! I was your Secret Santa this year. Sorry this is a little late, but I hope your Christmas has been wonderful, and I hope you enjoy this fic!

This is not what you had planned.

Well, not entirely.

The plan was simple- sneak off the Victoria Punk, raid the assholes who shot at the ship and damaged her hull, and get back to the ship before Kid or Killer notice you were ever missing; thus far, you have been able to get about two thirds of the way through the plan, but you may or may not have forgotten to calculate how to get off the enemy’s ship.

Perhaps calling this a plan may have been giving you a little too much credit because now here you sat with a bag full of gold, maps, and anything else that looked marginally valuable- in a dark, damp corner hiding from the pirates who managed to shoot a hole through your thigh only minutes prior. Thankfully, your pant leg soaked up the immediate blood pretty well, but now that you’re sitting, the blood seeping out of the wound is beginning to drip down to the floor. And when feeling around your thigh, you come to the realization that the exit wound you were hoping for, is nowhere to be found. Meaning Hip was most likely going to be scolding you while fishing around for the bullet stuck in your leg.

“Damn it.”

This is definitely not going at all how you planned. 

Any minute now, it is going to become very apparent to both Kid and Killer that a small yet usually persistent presence is unusually quiet- leading them to discovering you left the ship when they docked for repairs. Meaning it won’t be very long before Killer figures out where you are and even less time before Kid starts tearing through whatever is in his way to find you. The red-head is caring- just in his own chaotic, violent ways. 

Footsteps racing down the hall outside of the ship going just past the room you have hidden yourself in. The shuffle of their boots could be heard once and then after a pause, twice- giving the imagery of an indecisive mind trying to determine where the thief has possibly gone. A couple of more cautious steps going this way and that sound out before the footsteps go down the hall once more. 

One problem gone, the primary problem still resides. Knocking your head against the wall behind you, you take the hem where the sleeve meets the rest of your shirt and yank hard, splitting the fabrics away from each other. While your sleeve may not be the best tourniquet, it’ll do in a pinch. Wrapping it around your thigh, you test its stability and after determining it stable enough to run with- or at least hobble- you grab the bag and make your way out into the hallway, keeping an ear and eye out for any suspicious movement or sounds.

“This was stupid and they are totally going to kill me if I survive this.”

Heading towards the stairs leading to the main deck, you look into any room you pass, hoping to find one with a porthole you might be able to squeeze through, but from what you’ve seen here, all this ship was built with was holes so small you could barely see the snow falling outside. It wasn’t long before reaching the bottom of the stairs and after letting out a muted groan, you steel yourself before slowly and quietly creeping up the steps. But before making it even halfway up, the entire ship shakes and sways to one side, a loud booming noise accompanying the movement. 

Looks like they figured it out a little sooner than you expected. 

Finishing the trek up the stairs, you poke your head out of the door that separates you from the underside of the ship and the nippy temperatures outside where you see a frankly shitty patch job on the Victoria Punk and what anyone can tell to be a pissed of Eustass Kid on the bow, slinging large pieces of scrap metal at anyone he can see. If you weren’t in the dire situation of being at risk of death from not only the people on this ship, but also one of your temperamental lovers flinging metal around, you might laugh at his ridiculous hair standing out so proudly in the falling snow. Like your own little, angry lighthouse leading you back home. But now was hardly the time. 

Running as best as you can, you make your way to the side of the ship, dodging any strikes thrown your way by those who aren’t busy dealing with Kid’s barrage of attacks as he gets closer. Of course, due to your decreased mobility, courtesy of the bullet stuck in your leg, more attacks were landing than they normally would. By the time you reach the railing, you were feeling and looking worse for wear- there seems to be no limb that has gone unscathed.

Thankfully, at that point, your crew begins making their advance and you’re quickly picked up from your place leaning heavily on the railing. Before throwing your elbow into whoever’s chin, you see the familiar blue and white striped mask and messy mane of blond hair and immediately relax and lean into his chest. 

“Thank you… I’m sorry.” Your speech is slightly slurred, the exhaustion from your wounds and the adrenaline running throughout your body makes your eyelids flutter. Killer says nothing, but he squeezes you ever so slightly closer to him, trying to be conscious of your wounds. Lifting your arm, you cup where his cheek would be, “Even with that mask, you look so pretty in the snow, Kil.”

And then it goes black.

* * * * *

“I’m going to kill them. How could they have been so fucking stupid?”

“Like you haven’t rushed into situations where your ass needed saving?”

“Shut it, Killer. I’m not the one lying knocked out in the med bay with a countless number of cuts, bruises, and bullet wounds. They are!”

What a wonderful way to wake up- to both of your boyfriends arguing. Granted, it was because you went to an enemy ship, robbed them, got caught while robbing them, and needed to be saved because you had been well in over your head.

“I reckon I’m still better looking than you, Kid.” It didn’t come out as strong as you may have wanted- more of a croak than anything- but both Kid and Killer whip around to look at you as you sit up with a wince. You expect Kid to start yelling, shouting at you for not thinking, or even Killer to say something- ask how you were feeling maybe. But they were just silent. The crooked grin on your face falls, and the shame starts to build. 

“Do you have any idea…” Kid starts. He’s not yelling, and that makes it all that much more humiliating. You feel like a child and you can feel the tears begin to well in your eyes, so you move your head to look away from both of them. Resulting in hearing Kid’s thundering footsteps approach the bed and for his hand to grab your chin to pull your face back to him, “...how worried we were?”

And so the dams break- large tears roll down your cheeks as you take a hold of the hand that held your chin and move it to your cheek to relax into his hold. Killer sits on the bed behind you and rubs your back, pressing his mask into your hair.

“I’m sorry!” Your breath is stuttered, nose sniffling and body trembling. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean for all of this to happen.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Kid.”

Despite everything, they’re talking as if you hadn't just caused a bunch of chaos with your silly decision. It left you confused, to say the least. Why aren't they scolding you? Why Is your usually fiery captain so quiet?

“Why aren't you angry with me?”

Kid snorts, “Oh, I'm furious.”

“We're more happy that you're here with us alive.” Killer takes a shuttering breath- one of the only signs that he was shaken by any of thjs- you feel it escaping through the holes in his mask. “We'll talk about things later.”

You nod, leaning back against him and looking up at Kid, “Could we go back to our room? I don't want to stay in the medbay alone.”

“Not a chance in Hell. You're staying in this bed until you're all healed up, mouse.” With that, he gets up, dropping his hand from your cheek and heading for the door. The drop in your shoulders was visible and you couldn't quite believe he was just going to leave.

Kid gets to the door and shoves a cart of medical supplies out into the hallway before closing the door, locking it, turning off the light before going back to the bed. Gently lifting your body, Kid lies down with you comfortably on his chest and after settling the both of you, he pulls Killer down to join you both. It was a bit of a squeeze between Killer and Kid, but once Killer adjusted to be on his side and wrapped his arm around you, it was quite comfortable.

“Thank you both.” And even though you had woken up just a little while ago, it was easy to fall back asleep in your lovers’ arms.

#one piece #eustass kid #eustass x reader x killer #fanfic writing #one peiece x reader #one piece fanfic #hurt/comfort #secret santa

[sleepy0s]

Twister

Quote:

*playing twister*

E!Pearl: Right hand red.

E!Taurtis: *ends up on top of E!Grian*

E!Grian: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

E!Pearl: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice

Evo + Hermits!!

Shapeshifter G!

—--------------------------------------------------------------------

So, game night with Evo is… not as bad as Xisuma expected. Sure, it's chaotic but they have some sense of order. Unsurprisingly, their admin, Grian, is not the one keeping the order, instead it was Netty. The poor girl losing her mind trying to keep track of all 10 other Evo members plus the five other hermits. 

Mentioning Grian. There is no way that is Grian. For starters, it's not a secret that Grian is a shapeshifter but he's got that rule about changing his entire appearance, and this Grian looks nothing like the hermit's Grian. But, you can tell from how he acts that they are the same person.   - 

Currently, everyone is split up, playing their own games. The most notable is the group playing twister. Grian and Taurtis were the only two left in the game, Pearl was spinning the wheel whilst Impulse, Scar and Gem hovered around her, giggling. Pearl refused to let Grian and Taurtis come down claiming there just had to be a winner. 

“Pearl! Please, my arms are tired!” Grian whined, he was currently doing the crab across the map. Pearl simply laughed before spinning the wheel. “Taurtis! Right hand red!” Gem called out, smiling.

Taurtis moved his  hand to red, which “Coincidentally” ended up near Grian’s head, causing him to end up on top of Grian making them both quite flustered, “Pearl! You're doing this on purpose!” 

“We stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago,” she chuckled. 

As she spoke Taurtis’ arm grew tired causing it to collapse and for him to fall straight down.. Landing on top of Grian, “Agh- Grian! You're a very nice pillow.” Grian immediately pushed Taurtis off him, (Gently, ofcourse) and began running after Pearl.

…

“Grian- GRIAN! GET OFF PEARL!?” Netty cried, running over to break up the two siblings.

#grian #hermitcraft #pearlescentmoon #sleepy0s #xisuma #evo smp #impulsesv #geminitay #grian x taurtis #taurian #taurtis #nettyplays

[genshinluvr]

How to (Not) Play Windtrace 3

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You and the men are officially playing Windtrace again after a while! This time, new people are added to the game, and it makes the game more challenging! Or, at least, that's what you thought until someone found you a minute or two into the game. You all end up changing the venue of the game, and you end up meeting a "new face."

Note: It's been a few months since the last part of How to (Not) Play Windtrace! Here's an update on it, finally! This part is probably not as chaotic as the first two parts, but it's somewhat chaotic 🤔 Since I'm not entirely sure about the possible new map of Windtrace, I made one up for the plot. I was able to type most of this story before a random power outage happened. I have no idea why I always get power outages at the worst times when I have deadlines to meet ._. Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: A bucket is thrown at you and Scaramouche (mainly aimed at Scaramouche, but hit both of you), and you fall on your face, slight innuendos?

Word Count: 9.8k

How to (Not) Play Windtrace parts: [1], [2], [3]

Everyone is gathering in front of Dawn Winery. Today is a beautiful day, too beautiful not to go outside and hang out with each other, bask in each other’s presence, and spend some time with one another as a way to bond! That’s what you assumed was going to happen. Until Itto and Childe walk to the front with fowls in their hands, holding the fowls up to their faces before clearing their throats to get everyone’s attention.

“Annnnnd welcome back to round three of Windtrace! I’m your host, Arataki Itto, with my co-host, Chiiiiilde!” Itto announces dramatically into his makeshift microphone; he’s using a fowl as a microphone. 

“Last time we played Windtrace, we only had about fifteen people playing. But now, we have ten more people added to the game! Shall I go over some rules for our newcomers?” Childe asks, looking right at you, who also has his own makeshift microphone.

Your eyes widen, and you point at yourself. “Are you wanting me to answer whether we should go over the rules again, or are you implying that I’m a newcomer and need the rules to be explained to me?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at Childe. 

Al Haitham rolls his eyes at Childe. “We already know the rules of the game. Even though we weren’t there to play the game while the fifteen of you were, we know the rules,” Al Haitham states, crossing his arms over his chest and exhaling through his nose. 

It has been a while since you and the men played Windtrace. You couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of having to find more people in the game. Last time it was Childe that was the hunter, and you’re hoping that you won’t have to be the one to find the other men in the game. Imagine having to find twenty-five people in Windtrace! A nightmare.

While you’re excited to play Windtrace again, since the four Harbingers are now joining in on the game, you’re a little bit nervous. Just the thought of a Harbinger searching for you is a nightmare fuel, and you’re not mentally or emotionally prepared to be chased by any of the Harbingers.

“This feels like a detective game and hide-and-go-seek rolled up into one game. I’m excited to play this game and put my detective skills to the test!” Heizou says, clasping his hands together with a big smile on his face. 

Aether crosses his arms over his chest and looks at each man skeptically. “How did you all play Windtrace last time we weren’t here?” Aether asks.

“We played like how Wintrace is supposed to be played! It was quite eventful, and it’s cute to see this cutie over here get flustered,” Childe says, reaching over to you and pinching your cheeks lightly.

You scoff and swat Childe’s hands away from your face, feeling your face become hot under each man’s gaze. You cross your arms over your chest and look away from them, your nose sticking up in the air as you let out a “hmph!” while Childe and Itto look over at each other with a nervous laugh, hoping that you wouldn’t expose them of their lies.

Pierro looks at you with interest. “Oh? What’s with the reaction, little one?” Pierro asks, raising an eyebrow at you for your peculiar reaction to Childe’s comment.

Dottore leans over to Pierro and whispers loudly to the older man behind his hand. “Judging by [Y/N]’s reaction, it seems like Childe may be lying.” 

“Care to tell us why you reacted that way after hearing Childe’s response?” Capitano asks, turning to look over at you.

“Gladly!” You reply sassily, turning to face the men while ignoring Childe’s silent pleas. “In the game of Windtrace, there are four players. One person is the hunter, and three other people are the rebels, correct?” You raise your eyebrows.

Pantalone tilts his head to the side and nods his head slowly. “That is correct.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Well!” You clap your hands and look at every man that played Windtrace with you last time. “I was the hunter, and all of them were the rebels. Yes, that is correct! One hunter and fifteen rebels! In round two, I was the rebel, and there were fifteen hunters that I had to search for,” you explain, narrowing your eyes at each man.

“Well, that sounds unfair,” Tighnari says, puckering his lips while brushing the back of his ears.

You nod your head with a small glare on your face. “It was! But it was actually fun playing Windtrace that way because imagine being chased by fifteen attractive men,” you said, covering your hot cheeks with both of your hands.

“I think you and I have a different definition of attractive because….” Kaveh looks around at each man and makes a face. “I think you can do better, but I’m the exception, of course,” Kaveh says, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face.

“I am now starting to see why [Y/N] wants to fight you all the time,” Venti says, giving Kaveh a fake smile and letting his lyre disappear in thin air. 

“So, this game…. Are we going to play it as it is, or are we going to play it like how you all played it last time?” Cyno asks, raising his eyebrows at you, Childe, and Itto. 

You sigh and run your hands through your hair. “We should just play it like how we played Windtrace last time. If we were to play the game how it originally is, it would take a while for us to get through a few rounds because I know how competitive some of you are,” you said, looking over at Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Al Haitham, Kaveh, Xiao, and Scaramouche.

You blink when there’s a space where you thought Scaramouche would be standing. You look around the crowd of men, searching for the indigo-haired man. You hum to yourself, prop your hands on your hips and look at every man over and over again, making sure to make eye contact with each of them. After scanning your eyes through the crowd, you have concluded that Scaramouche is missing from the group, and you have no idea where he is.

“What are you looking for?” Thoma asks, looking at you curiously.

You rub your temples and sigh. “Scaramouche is missing, and I have no idea if I have seen him today or not,” you said.

“I saw him today before we left the abode, but I did not know that he wasn’t at Dawn Winery with us the entire time,” Ayato says.

You hear an overconfident laugh coming from behind you, startling you. You turn around to scold Scaramouche for scaring you, only to feel your breath get caught in your throat when you see how close he’s standing to you. You take a step back and look at him from head to toe, completely flabbergasted at his new makeover. 

“Your clothes! They’re new,” you said, looking at the Indigo-haired man with wide eyes. “And not purple at all,” you add. 

“I needed a new change of clothes. Something that doesn’t tie me down to Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun herself,” Scaramouche says, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

Your eyes fall on the glowing anemo vision. “You have an anemo vision. Since when?” You ask, looking back up at Scaramouche’s face.

“The vision looks recent,” Albedo mutters, his gaze training on the anemo vision hanging beside Scaramouche’s chest. 

You continue to stare at the anemo vision, questioning if Scaramouche even had an electro vision in the first place or if he only has the power of electro because he was created to be the Raiden Shogun’s puppet. You snap out of your thoughts and slap yourself across the face.

“Why did you slap yourself?!” Xiao exclaims, looking at you with wide eyes.

You laugh and scratch the back of your head. “Sorry, I was thinking way too hard and questioning too many things that I had to find a way to stop myself from overthinking the smallest things,” you said, rubbing your sore cheek.

Diluc approaches you and cups your face, tilts your head up and to the side to inspect the cheek you slapped. Diluc sighs and releases your face. “Your cheek is beginning to swell up. We should put some ice on it for the swelling to go down,” Diluc says, rubbing the painful area with his gloved thumb.

Kaeya takes a step forwards and pulls Diluc back with a sly smile on his face. “Looks like this is the job for me, a cryo vision holder,” Kaeya says. 

Kaeya stands in front of you and cups both of your cheeks in his hands; you feel his hands grow cold, making you sigh in contentment and lean further into his touch. You peek from Kaeya’s arm and continue what you were doing previously: stare at Scaramouche and look at the little details of his newest clothes and vision.

“While Kaeya is compressing [Y/N]’s swollen cheek, shall we talk about who’s going to be the hunter and who’s going to be the rebel?” Dainsleif asks.

“Who was the hunter last time? We can start this round with the people who played as the rebels last time,” Kazuha suggests, releasing the leaf into the air and letting it get blown away by the wind.

Zhongli furrows his eyebrows. “That’s a good question. Who was the hunter last time we played Windtrace?” Zhongli asks, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger. 

“It’s been a while since we’ve played the game. Almost a year ago, I believe,” Baizhu mutters, propping one hand on his hip while stroking his chin with the other hand. Your eyes widen, and you look at the men around you in disbelief. Has it really been almost a year since the last game of Windtrace?

“How are we going to remember who was the hunter in the previous round of Windtrace?” Gorou asks, furrowing his eyebrows while scratching the back of his ears with a confused look on his face.

A moment of realization hits you; you clap your hands and raise your hand up in the air. “I was the hunter in the last round!” You said, nodding your head. “Took a moment for me to remember, but I was the hunter in the previous round, and every single one of you,” you trail off, pointing at the men that were previously present in the last game of Windtrace, “Were hiding on top of Dawn Winery while Itto and Ayato were having a beetle fight,” you said.

“Oh, yeah! I remember now!” Itto laughs, nodding his head before his smile slips off. “I can’t believe that I lost that round of beetle battle,” he mutters to himself, furrowing his eyebrows.

Heizou raises his hands to grab everyone’s attention. “Okay, so now that we know who was the hunter in the previous round of Windtrace, does that mean all of us,” he gestures to all of the men around him, “are hunters now, and [Y/N] is the rebel?” 

Gorou nods his head. “Yes, that is correct, Heizou! Although, last time I remember, Dainsleif didn’t play the second round of Windtrace with us,” Gorou says, tapping on his chin.

Everyone looks over at the blond man, who blinks back at them in response. Right, you almost forgot about how Dainsleif didn’t join in on Windtrace and tagged along with you while you searched high and low for the other men that participated in Windtrace. Not to mention, you also remembered how Dainsleif and Childe would bicker with each other while you tried to search for the others. 

Thinking back on it now, you couldn’t help but visibly cringe at how you acted when you played Windtrace with the men for the first and second times. You clear your throat and try to distract yourself from the cringey memories of the first and second rounds of Windtrace. 

“Will you be joining us this time, Dainsleif?” You ask, giving the blond man a polite yet awkward smile.

Dainsleif sighs and closes his eyes for a brief moment before opening his eyes again. “It seems like I will be joining this round of Windtrace,” Dainsleif says, nodding his head reluctantly.

“You don’t have to join us if you don’t want to! I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do,” you said.

“Yeah! You hear the bunny. You don’t have to join if you don’t want to,” Dottore says, approaching you from behind and propping his right arm on your left shoulder, giving Dainsleif a smirk.

Pantalone sighs dramatically and props his left arm on your right shoulder, and rests his cheek on top of your head. “It would be a shame if you didn’t join, but it’s okay; the others and I make up for your missing presence,” Pantalone says, reaching over to your cheek and squeezing them lightly. 

“I’ll join,” Dainsleif says, shooting a glare at Pantalone and Dottore. 

He approaches you three and smacks Dottore and Pantalone’s arms off your shoulders before pulling you away from the two of them. Dottore and Pantalone smirk and look over at each other with amused looks on their faces, knowing they successfully got under Dainsleif’s skin.

“Now that’s settled,” Kaeya glances at you with a closed eye smile. “You should start finding a hiding place, bunny. We’ll give you a fifteen-second head start,” Kaeya pats the top of your head.

You nod your head nervously. You’re not looking forward to having twenty-five people search for you; the thought of that many people searching for you makes you nervous, but you’re also excited to see who will be the first person to find you! As long as it’s not one of the Harbingers because they are terrifying. Kazuha gives you a signal to start searching for a good hiding spot, and you begin to run as if your life depends on it (it kind of does). 

To be completely honest, you have no idea where you’re going to hide, and you’re praying to whatever archon is listening for you not to be found so easily. You’re not entirely sure if you can hide inside of Dawn Winery, and even if you can, you don’t want to distract the maids from their jobs because you’re playing hide-and-go-seek with almost thirty attractive men searching for you.

So, you end up choosing to hide in a wine keg behind Dawn Winery. Before you jump into the empty wine keg, you push the wine keg close to the stack of barrels in the building. You hop into the wine keg and hug your legs close to your chest, praying that you won’t be found so easily. But with your hiding spot and where you choose to hide in, you have an inkling feeling that someone is going to find you quickly all because of your hiding spot. And by someone, you mean Diluc himself since the man knows the winery really well, and perhaps maybe even Kaeya is going to be the first one to find you in this round of Windtrace. Who knows! 

“Please let me last for this round,” you whisper to yourself, burying your face into your knees.

You’re worried that if you look up from the wine keg, someone is going to be staring down at you. You’re not prepared to see who’s ever face is going to pop up. You hear a faint whirring getting closer to where you’re hiding. Since you’re not familiar with the noise, you continue to keep your head down, hoping that it’ll pass by and not give you a mini heart attack. 

Something drops down beside the wooden wine keg you’re hiding in, and footsteps approach your hiding spot. You shut your eyes and cover your face with your hands as if it would provide you some invisibility. 

“Really? This is the best you could do?” A voice scoffs. 

You lower your hands from your face and slowly look up to where the voice came from. Scaramouche stares down at you with his eyebrows raised, and the corners of his lips lift into a faint smirk. Scaramouche leans on the wine keg, propping his head up with his right hand as he continues to gaze down at you. 

“How did you find me?” You squeak, swallowing the lump in your throat.

At least it wasn’t one of the four Harbingers that had found you in your hiding spot. While Scaramouche is just as intimidating as the other four Harbingers, you would much rather have him find you instead of the others. 

Scaramouche reaches down and starts to pet your hair with his left hand. “I was floating around, and I saw your cute little head peeking from the wine keg,” Scaramouche answers, smiling down at you.

You deflate, let out a sigh of defeat, and slowly get out of your hiding spot. “So that whirring sound was you this entire time,” you said. 

Scaramouche nods his head and holds his hand out for you to take. You grab his hand and step out of the wine keg, dusting the spiderwebs and dusting off your behind and clothes. Just when you’re about to say something, you and Scaramouche hear someone approaching the area where the both of you are standing.

Scaramouche’s face pinches up with annoyance, and he picks you up bridal style without hesitation, levitates in the air, and begins to float away with you in his arms. You wrap your arms around Scaramouche’s shoulders and look down to see Itto and Xiao glaring up at you and Scaramouche—mainly at Scaramouche.

“This isn’t part of Windtrace, puppet!” Xiao hollers, his hands clenching at his sides as he glares up at Scaramouche, who lets out a victorious laugh.

Itto scoffs loudly and props his hands on his hips. “Hey, “Wanderer,” get your ass down here and play the game fair and square!” Itto announces, running after you and Scaramouche. 

“I already won this round as the hunter! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take my prize elsewhere where we can be alone,” Scaramouche announces before letting out a burst of boisterous laughter. Scaramouche slowly floats away from Dawn Winery as if he is doing it to show off that he won by catching you before anyone else can. 

Aether groans and smacks his head. “I knew this was going to happen the minute he gets that damn anemo vision,” Aether grumbles.

“Are we just going to let Scaramouche go with [Y/N] in his arms? It doesn’t seem fair that he won this round so fast and decided to float away with [Y/N] in his arms,” Heizou says, staring up at Scaramouche.

You look up at Scaramouche and poke him. “We’re not actually going to stray away from Dawn Winery, are we?” You ask, continuing to cling to him, fearing that he might drop you to the ground.

Scaramouche sighs and slowly flies to where everyone has gathered in front of Dawn Winery, smirking at the men below you two. The men did not look happy that Scaramouche was the first one to find you and that he almost decided to leave all of them at Dawn Winery with you in his arms. Perhaps everyone should find another location to play Windtrace instead of playing it at Dawn Winery.

Al Haitham leans toward Zhongli, muttering into Zhongli’s ears. “I’m not sure if this is the main location where you all played Windtrace previously, but I believe that we should choose another location to play the game,” said Al Haitham.

Zhongli nods and lets out a quiet sigh, staring up at where Scaramouche is floating with you in his arms, holding you hostage. “I agree. We played Windtrace at Dawn Winery a few times already. Most people must know the layout of the winery by now,” Zhongli murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Okay, you won this round, Scaramouche. Now, release [Y/N] so we can continue the next round of Windtrace,” Ayato says, shielding his eyes from the sun as he gazes up at you and Scaramouche.

Scaramouche lets out a loud hum as he tilts his head to the side, contemplating whether he should let you go or not. You feel Scaramouche tighten his grip around you before looking back at the rest of the men with a smirk, shaking his head. 

“Nah, I don’t think I’ll do that,” Scaramouche says, pouting at the men mockingly. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be elsewhere,” Scaramouche announces, turning around and levitating away from the group with a triumphant smile on his face.

Without thinking, Itto reaches for the nearest thing he can get and grabs it. Itto looks up at where you and Scaramouche are, quickly calculating the distance and height, and throws the wooden bucket at Scaramouche as hard as he can. The bucket flies and ends up hitting you and Scaramouche in the head hard, causing Scaramouche to lose his balance and fall.

Scaramouche ends up taking the fall the heaviest as the both of you crash into the lush grapevines of Dawn Winery and onto the ground. Scaramouche groans and glares over at Itto, who laughs nervously while rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile on his face. You rub the area where the bucket had hit you and wince when your fingers make contact with that area. 

“How many times have I gotten injured while playing this damn game?” You ask yourself, still sprawled on top of Scaramouche.

Just when you’re about to get off of Scaramouche, the men rush over to you and Scaramouche. Thoma and Kaveh grab both of your arms and pull you off of Scaramouche, checking you to make sure whether you have sustained an injury or not from the fall. 

“Itto, you should’ve been more careful when you threw that bucket!” Thoma exclaims after his eyes land on the faint bruising near your hairline.

Kaveh rolls his eyes. “I think you meant that Itto shouldn’t be throwing buckets in general, Thoma. After all, it injured both Scaramouche and [Y/N],” Kaveh says. 

Kaveh turns to face Scaramouche to help him off the ground. Scaramouche scoffs and smacks Kaveh’s hand away from his face before getting up and dusting his clothes with a scowl on his face. Kaveh scrunches his face up and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest with a soft huff of breath.

The four Harbingers step in front of Scaramouche and looks down at Scaramouche; they don’t look too pleased with Scaramouche attempting to scurry away with you in his arms, leaving them “stranded” at Dawn Winery. Baizhu pushes through the four Harbingers to check up on both you and Scaramouche.

“You took the fall the hardest, Scaramouche. The least you can do is let me check on you,” Baizhu says. 

Scaramouche sighs in defeat and proceeds to let Baizhu assess his condition while you sit to the side with the others. While you’re waiting for Baizhu to be finished with Scaramouche’s checkup, you begin fixing your clothes and dusting the dirt and grass off your clothes. 

“Itto, I understand that you don’t want Scaramouche to float away from Dawn Winery with [Y/N] in his arms, but please do not throw things at people,” Tighnari says. 

Itto pouts and plops on the ground beside you, latching himself to you while resting his head on your shoulder, almost poking you in the face with his horns. You move your head out of the way and pat Itto’s head lightly, letting the man continue to cling to you with a pout remaining on his face.

Cyno sighs and shakes his head. “You would think that an adult like Itto would know that,” Cyno says, looking over at Itto from the corner of his eyes.

“Hehe, maybe Scaramouche getting an anemo vision was a mistake,” Venti says. “Even though archons don’t hand out visions….” He trails off, puckering his lips.

“Did you really think that you could leave the area with [Y/N] in your arms? How pathetic, Balladeer,” Pierro sneers, glaring down at Scaramouche, who scowls at the title that was given to him while he was still part of the Fatui Harbingers. 

Kazuha chuckles softly and shakes his head. “Let’s not start trouble right now, you two. I’m sure [Y/N] wouldn’t appreciate it,” Kazuha says, looking over at you.

“See, Kazuha gets it, which I’m not surprised. Why can’t you understand that, Pierro?” You ask, locking gazes with Pierro. “Also, don’t call Scaramouche ‘Balladeer.’ He doesn’t want to be associated with that name anymore. Let’s respect his wishes,” you said, getting up from your spot. 

A small smile appears on Scaramouche’s face. He looks over at Pierro and sticks his tongue out at the first Harbinger, and blows a raspberry while pulling the top of his right cheek down. Albedo walks up to you and cups your face in his hands. You stare up at Albedo as he inspects the bruising on your face close to your hairline.

“We’re going to need to put ice on that bruise,” Albedo says, turning to look at the others. “How many times have [Y/N] hurt themself today?” Albedo asks, releasing you from his grasp and letting his hands fall to his side.

Diluc sighs and rubs his temples. “This would be the second time, but I believe that [Y/N] injuring themself once is one too many,” Diluc says.

“You know, I am prone to accidents, and that’s okay! Now, can we please continue the game, or are we ending it here for today?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We will continue onto the next round, but I heard that the former Geo archon and the Scribe wants to find another location to play Windtrace,” Capitano says, gesturing over to Zhongli and Al Haitham.

The way Zhongli and Al Haitham are whispering to each other reminds you of those gossiping aunties at family gatherings. You’ve been a victim and the subject of your gossiping aunties way too many times. Zhongli and Al Haitham nod their heads at Capitano’s comment. You pucker your lips and tap on your chin.

“I don’t mind if we play Windtrace at another location, but do any of you have a location in mind?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at the men while subconsciously rubbing the area where the bucket hit you. Itto gets up from the ground and latches to you again, resting his chin on your head before placing a light kiss on the forming bruise. 

Dottore raises his hand. “I, in fact, do have a place in mind,” Dottore says, smiling widely.

Everyone around you (except for the other three Harbingers) looks at Dottore skeptically. You’re not entirely sure what place Dottore has in mind for the next round of Windtrace, but you have a small feeling that you’re not going to like it one bit.

“Why are we in an abandoned factory, Dottore?” You ask, looking at Dottore bewildered. 

Pantalone smiles and pats your head. “You all have played Windtrace at Dawn Winery quite often to the point where all of you remembered the layout of the area. To add a little challenge to the game, Dottore chose the abandoned factory to play Windtrace,” Pantalone explains.

“Great! Let’s choose a complicated area for me to explore while you all hide in plain sight,” you said sarcastically. “Before we start this round, please don’t try to jump out and scare me,” you said, pointing at each person present in the room with you.

Childe lets out a sound of disappointment. “Aw, but where’s the fun in that?” Childe whines, his bottom lip jutting out while he bats his eyelashes at you.

“Childe, I swear, if you try to scare me in any way, I will revoke your cuddling privileges,” you threaten, narrowing your eyes at the ginger-haired male. Childe lets out an audible gasp and stares at you in shock, pressing his hand against his chest as if you have wounded him. 

Heizou turns to look at Gorou, his eyes wide. “I would hate to have my cuddling privileges taken away,” Heizou whispers to Gorou, who nods his head in agreement. 

Aether lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “Of course, Childe is going to be the first one to get his cuddling privileges revoked,” Aether smirks and nudges Childe with his elbow. Childe mutters and swats Aether.

Cyno nods his head. “No surprise there,” Cyno says. A smirk appears on Cyno’s face when Childe looks over at him with his mouth agape with shock and hurt.

“Okay!” You clap your hands, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Let’s start the game now! You all go hide,” you said, covering your eyes with both of your hands.

Kaeya trots over to you and leans his face close to yours, his warm breath fanning the side of your face, making you flinch. “Remember, no peeking,” Kaeya whispers, pressing a quick kiss on your cheeks before searching for a place to hide. 

“Damn him and his suave moves,” You mumble under your breath, waiting for the men to search for a place to hide.

While you’re waiting for the men to find their hiding spot, you would often hear them bicker with one another over who’s going to be hiding in a specific area. You hear a loud slap and a yelp that accompanies it, making you sigh and shake your head in disapproval.

“You idiot! Did you not learn your lesson from the previous round!?” You hear Xiao yell from a distance, his voice echoing throughout the abandoned factory.

Itto whines and rubs the area where Xiao has smacked him. “Hey! It was the only good hiding spot I found! The others already claimed their spot,” Itto replies, pouting at Xiao.

Kazuha chuckles and peeks from his hiding spot. “If you don’t want to get your head stuck in the bucket again like last time, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Kazuha says.

You sigh and slowly pull your hands down from your eyes, turning to face them. You hear Itto start to panic almost immediately when he sees you pull your hands down from your face, slowly turning to face the direction where the commotion was coming from. Even though your hands aren’t covering your eyes, your eyes are still closed.

“Don’t open look yet! I haven’t found a spot to hide yet!” Itto screams, searching high and low for a new area to hide in.

“Just find a spot to hide already, dammit! We don’t have all day!” Kaveh screams from across the room, his voice bouncing off the walls. 

Tighnari and Gorou groan, covering their ears with their hands and peeking from their hiding spots with a glare on their face. All of the shouting and voices bouncing off the factory’s walls are hurting Gorou and Tighnari’s ears. Did the men suddenly forget that there are people in the factory is better hearing than human ears?

“Hey, can we not shout in the factory? Some of us have sensitive hearing,” Tighnari says, rubbing his ears gently.

Gorou nods, even though he knows that Tighnari doesn’t see it from where he’s hiding. “Yeah! Please don’t shout and be mindful of others,” Gorou pleads. 

Al Haitham rolls his eyes, pressing his head against the wall where he’s hiding and crosses his arms over his chest. “Just pick a spot and hide. Windtrace is just a game. Nothing is on the line,” Al Haitham says. 

After a few minutes of them bickering back and forth, Itto is finally able to find a spot to hide in the factory. Silence falls, and you hear nothing but your own breathing—and maybe your heart beating against your ears from how silent it is in the factory. 

“Okay,” you speak up. “I’m going to take that silence as a sign that all of you have found your hiding spots,” you announce. 

No one replies to you. You let your hands fall to your side and open your eyes. Now that you’re alone in the factory, you notice that it’s bigger than you thought it was. The ceiling is about fifty feet tall; there are rusted stairs that lead to many dark rooms, and rusting and rotting machinery sits idly by in the room you’re currently in. 

“This is creepier than I thought it was going to be,” you think to yourself.

You swallow your fears and begin walking around the vacant factory, searching for the first person that might show up. Because of how big the factory is, you’re not entirely sure if you’ll be able to find someone within a minute or two of Windtrace. 

The lights are dim in the central area you’re in, and some parts of the factory are blacked out; you’re a little hesitant to check those rooms to see if one of the men is hiding in there. You’re not fond of the dark; you have read way too many horror stories to know what happens in the dark. Especially at a place like the building you and the others are currently in. You do not like how quiet it is; silence is pleasant sometimes, but when you’re in a vacant factory with almost thirty people, the silence is nearly unsettling.

Even though you want to avoid the second-floor area, you want to get it over with and start looking for people from the top and then to the bottom floor. You hug your trembling hands to your chest, and with each step you take up the stairs, you can hear how loud your heartbeat is getting against your ears.

“This is stupid. If this was a horror movie right now, I’m the dumb character that is walking towards their demise,” you grumble to yourself, reaching for a crowbar that is resting beside a doorway. You might as well keep yourself armed with a weapon rather than having to use your bare hands to defend yourself just in case you run into someone that isn’t a part of your Windtrace group. 

You walk into the dark room and begin to swing your crowbar around in front of you, making sure that you’re not bumping into anything or anyone. The door behind you suddenly slams shut, startling you. You freeze in your spot and tense up when you hear footsteps approaching you. You hold the crowbar up in front of you, shutting your eyes tightly and whispering silent prayers to an archon that whoever is in the same room as you is one of the men.

“Aw, there’s nothing to be afraid of, sweet thing,” a voice purrs into your ears. The person’s warm breath fans your neck, making you shrink into yourself like a turtle, letting out a small squeak while tightening your grip around the crowbar.

“Aw, a little weapon? Do you really think that can save you from me?” He chuckles. Your eyes are shut, but you can tell that he is circling you. 

You shrug your shoulders meekly. “I don’t know. Do you want me to test it out on you?” You whisper, your eyebrows knitting together while you continue to tighten your grip on the crowbar until you feel your fingernails dig into the palm of your hands.

The man chuckles and pats your head; the sudden contact startles you, causing you to almost violently flinch back from the person’s touch. You hate it when people you’re not familiar with act buddy-buddy with you and place their hands on you, especially if that person is a man. 

“How cute. Come on, [Y/N], don’t be scared of me now. You know who I am,” The man says nonchalantly.

You shake your head and continue to keep your eyes shut. You’re not even sure if it’s worth keeping your eyes closed when the room you and this mysterious person are in is pitch black. You suddenly see lights flicker behind your closed eyes. The man stops in front of you and leans in close to your face.

The man whispers, “Open your eyes. Don’t be afraid.”

You gulp and shake your head. “I will not open my eyes,” you said.

The man huffs and stands up tall, propping his hands on his hips. “And why not?” The man demands; you can hear that he’s beginning to grow frustrated and impatient with you. 

“Because what if you’re ugly? You think I want to traumatize myself? No, thank you,” you sassed. 

The man scoffs. “Oh please, I look like one of your boyfriends,” The man says arrogantly.

You snort loudly. “You wish! What kind of sick joke is this, you weirdo? I have a game to get back to if you excuse me,” You said. Without opening your eyes, you turn around and begin to use your crowbar as a guide. There is no way you’re going to look at the strange person that claims to look like one of your boyfriends. It’s weird and unsettling. The man huffs and marches towards your retreating form, blocking the exit by standing in front of it with his arms over his chest, glaring down at you.

“I will not let you leave this room until you open your eyes,” The man states.

You groan. “Fine! If you don’t leave me alone after this, I’m going to hit you with my crowbar!” You hiss. You open your eyes and immediately glare up at the person, only for your face to drop, and you become almost as white as a ghost; the color drains from your face. “What the fuck,” you whisper. You drop the crowbar, and it rattles loudly on the cement floor of the facility; the sound of the crowbar hitting the ground rings in your ears.

The man looks like Dottore, but he’s not Dottore— if that makes sense. The only difference is the mask shows the corner part of his jaws and mouth. You can see his red eyes staring down at you, clearly enjoying the reaction he got out of you.

“Now, was that so hard?” He pouts at you mockingly before chuckling to himself. “Before you scream your head off and attempt to beat me with that crowbar of yours, I am one of Dottore’s segments.” He introduces himself, bowing to you dramatically.

You flinch as if you’re clutching your pearls and squatting down, trying to reach for the crowbar without taking your eyes away from (one of) Dottore’s segments. “You know, you look like Dottore, but you don’t look like him,” you said, squinting at the strange man in front of you.

Dottore’s segment rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. “You’re not the brightest, are you?” He asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I’m going to hit you now,” you declared. You swing the crowbar around and slowly make your way toward him. “And once I’m done hitting you, I will continue my search for my men, and perhaps the real Dottore will drag you back to his lab and get rid of you,” you smile at him.

Dottore’s clone lets out an amused laugh, his shoulders bouncing. “Oh, please. You really think that he will get rid of one of his segments because his plaything says so?” Dottore clone asks, smirking at you.

You tilt your head to the side and pretend to think for a moment. “I don’t know. But I guess we shall wait and see,” You said, lightly hitting the palm of your hand with the crowbar. “Speaking of Dottore, does he know that one of his segments is here?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at Dottore’s clone.

Dottore’s clone smirks and begins to chuckle to himself. “Do you think Dottore would care about me being here right now?” He asks.

“Yes,” you deadpan. “Since you’re a clone, I’m going to test out how durable you are,” you said, stopping in front of Dottore’s clone.

The clone suddenly bursts out laughing; his laughter fills the room and sends unsettling chills down your spine. You’ve heard Dottore laugh before, but whenever his clone does it, it sounds disturbing and makes you feel uneasy. Without a second thought, you began swinging the crowbar at him.

While you’re locked in the room with Dottore’s clone, the men assume that you purposely slam the doors shut to get them to come out from the places they’re hiding in. They peek their heads from their hiding spots and stare at the closed room with questionable looks.

“Do you think [Y/N] did that on purpose to lure us out from our hiding spots?” Ayato asks.

Zhongli shrugs his shoulders. “Not that I know of, but they’ve been in that room for a while,” Zhongli replies, refusing to take his eyes away from the door. 

“This is a bad idea; playing Windtrace in an abandoned factory isn’t a smart idea,” Thoma says, running his hands through his messy blond hair while pressing his lips into a thin line.

“Why did we agree to play Windtrace in a vacant factory? From my perspective, I see nothing but trouble waiting to happen,” Baizhu says, letting out a huff of breath, closing his eyes, and resting his head against the wall behind him.

Diluc leaves his hiding spot and slowly walks to the center of the room where you once stood. Diluc looks up to the room that you have stepped into, anxiousness biting at him, and sweat begins to collect in his gloves as he waits for you to leave the room. 

“Something’s not right,” Diluc mutters, noticing a light flickering in the room that was once pitch black. One by one, each man left their hiding spot and gathered around near Diluc in the middle of the facility.

Pierro turns to look at Tighnari and Gorou. “Both of you have a keen sense of hearing; can you two hear what’s going on?” Pierro asks, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Gorou and Tighnari look over at each other and then back at the men nervously. 

“While the door slamming shut may seem like a prank at first, I did hear [Y/N] talk to someone,” Gorou says, letting out a shaky sigh.

Tighnari nods his head. “Now, many of you may assume that [Y/N] could be talking to themself, but they’re not. They’re not alone in that room,” Tighnari says.

Capitano glares at Gorou and Tighnari underneath his mask. “And you didn’t inform us about it the minute you heard someone else speak?” Capitano demands, causing Gorou to tense up and glare up at the tall Harbinger. 

“Let’s not start something right now,” Al Haitham says, stepping in front of Tighnari and Gorou, glaring at Capitano. 

“Al Haitham is right. What we need to focus on right now is making sure that [Y/N] gets out of that room and is safe,” Cyno speaks up, his eyes trained on the closed door.

“Okay, then, who goes up the stairs first and leads the way?” Aether asks, looking at the men with his eyebrows quirked up. 

Back in the room, you sigh and slump down against the wall, letting the crowbar fall to the ground. You expected Windtrace to go smoothly with little to no problems, and yet here you are. Dottore’s clone stands in front of you and smiles down at you almost mockingly. You glared up at him and kicked his legs. 

“Don’t look at me like that with your beady eyes,” you grumble. “I did as you told, and that is to look at you. Now you’re refusing to let me go? How absurd,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

Dottore’s clone squats in front of you and tilts your head up by the chin, inspecting the littlest details on your face. You scrunch your face up and move your face out of his grasp. He has no right to touch you, and yet he boldly did it again? Men like Dottore’s clone really have nothing but audacity. 

He smirks and stands back up. “You’re cute, feisty even. I can see why he wants to clone you,” Dottore’s clone says, walking off.

“Wait, what?” You get off the ground as quickly as you can. “You want to run that by me again?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at Dottore’s clone. Alarms are going off in your head, and you’re not entirely sure if the clone was saying that just to mess with you or if he actually means it. 

“No, no, you have a round of Windtrace to get back to. I have kept you in this room long enough,” Dottore’s clone says, waving off your question nonchalantly. You can see the corner of his lips curving up into a faint smirk.

You grumble to yourself and walk to the door, pushing by Dottore’s clone and opening the door, only to see the men with their weapons drawn out, ready to break the door down. You stare at the men, and they stare back at you with wide eyes. You look at their weapons and their weapons quickly disappearing in thin air.

You rub the back of your neck. “Sorry to keep you guys waiting for a while. Something was keeping me locked in here for quite a while and would not let me leave,” you said, turning around to glare at Dottore’s clone, only to see that you were alone. “What the—” you did a double take.

You lean against the doorframe and close your eyes for a moment. “Am I going insane?” You ask yourself, slowly opening your eyes.

Kaveh walks to you and grabs you by the shoulders, looking at you in the eyes before letting his gaze wander around your body, making sure that you’re not injured in any way. “Who was in the room with you?” Kaveh asks.

You sigh in defeat and let your head hang low, your forehead resting on Kaveh’s chest. “You guys might think I’m crazy,” you murmur, letting Kaveh pull you into his arms and wrap his arms around your shoulders. 

Heizou frowns and places a hand on your back. “We won’t. Tighnari and Gorou heard the person’s voice from afar,” Heizou says, standing beside you and Kaveh.

You look over at Dottore nervously. “You’re not cloning me, are you?” You ask.

The air around everyone suddenly shifts, and everyone can see the color draining from Dottore’s face. Dottore laughs and crosses his arms over his chest as if he is trying to stay cool, calm, and collected. All you’re hoping is that the Dottore clone is lying to you and only said that to get a reaction out of you and that his words are completely false. 

“Whoever told you that is completely false. I’m not conducting any cloning experiments at the moment, nor am I conducting any experiments as of now,” Dottore says.

Pantalone looks over at you, eyebrows raised. “Who claimed that Dottore is cloning you? It’s not that I don’t believe you, but we need to know who it is to prevent them from spreading lies,” Pantalone explains.

You scratched your neck and puckered your lips for a second. “It’s one of Dottore’s segments. He was here with me the entire time and kept me locked in this room with him. He didn’t do anything weird to me, don’t worry,” you said. “I’m just disappointed that he disappeared without letting me hit him with that dang crowbar,” you said, pointing over at where the crowbar was lying. 

Thoma looks at Dottore, eyes wide. “I thought you destroyed your segments as an agreement with the Dendro archon,” Thoma says, narrowing his eyes at Dottore.

“Is it possible for one of the segments to escape before getting destroyed?” Venti whispers.

Dottore sighs and nods his head. “I did destroy the segments as an agreement with the Dendro archon, but it seems like one of them has escaped before I could destroy the rest of my segments,” Dottore murmurs, stroking his chin.

Itto laughs sarcastically and throws his hands in the air out of frustration. “Oh, great! That’s nice to hear! One of Dottore’s clones is running around Teyvat and perhaps recking havoc!” Itto says, running his hands through his hair with a sharp sigh.

“So, how are we going to track down this clone of yours?” Dainsleif asks, looking over at Dottore with a blank stare, waiting for an answer.

“I’m not entirely sure about that, but I will try to figure it out,” Dottore replies.

You clear your throat to grab their attention. “I’m sorry to interrupt all of you, but are we going to continue this round of Windtrace, or are we stopping it here for today because Dottore number two has ruined the mood?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at the men.

Heizou pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. “I was hoping we would continue this round of Windtrace because I would certainly have you chase after me,” Heizou sighs wistfully. Heizou glances at you while batting his eyelashes, his bottom lip slightly poking out. 

“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to play Windtace. We might as well finish up this round and head back to the abode,” Aether says, shrugging his shoulders.

Diluc looks at you, placing his hand on your shoulders while Kaveh slowly releases you from his arms. “Are you sure you want to continue this game?” Diluc asks.

You nod your head. “Of course! I’m determined to win this round of Windtrace and rub it in all of your faces,” You said, giving Diluc a teasing smile. Diluc lets out a reluctant sigh and gives you a small smile, squeezing your shoulders lightly.

“If that’s what [Y/N] wants, then who are we to refuse?” Ayato asks, the corners of his lips quirking up as he strokes your hair affectionately. 

Everyone walks out of the room and down the stairs back to the first floor of the facility. You stand in the center of the first floor, cover your eyes, and wait for everyone to go back to their hiding spots. What’s Windtrace without the men constantly bickering with one another as they’re trying to return to their hiding spots? You hear a loud slap and a yelp and whine accompanying the slap.

“What was that for?!” Childe screams, his voice bouncing off the metal walls of the factory.

“You’re an idiot! Both of you!” You hear Xiao reply; you can almost hear the sound of disgust dripping from his response.

You pursue your lips and debate on whether you should speak up and ask what’s going on, but knowing the men, Childe and maybe Itto, are up to their shenanigans. Funnily enough, both Childe and Itto remind you of that one duo in the movie back in your world. Dumb and Dumber; it’s their duo name, and it’s pretty fitting for both of them.

“Let’s not fight right now, you three. Save that for the abode; the sooner we finish this game, the sooner we can all go home and relax,” Thoma says.

“And eat because I’m starting to get hungry,” Kaeya interjects.

“Hey, you guys?” you speak up, grabbing the men’s attention.

“Yo.”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

SMACK!

“OW! FUCK!”

You shake your head and press your lips into a thin line, trying to prevent yourself from bursting out laughing. These men never fail to make you laugh. You shake your head and clear your throat, trying to remember what you’re going to say.

“So, back in my world, I tried to organize a professional hide-and-seek tournament, but it was a failure,” You said.

“Why was it a failure?” Tighnari asks.

You bite on your bottom lip and mentally pray that none of the men will disown you after this. “The good players were hard to find,” you said.

After your response, you can’t help but cringe at how bad the joke sounded. You wanted to crack a lighthearted joke that relates to hide-and-seek and take the tension off from the event that happened earlier, but it seems like you failed at that. If the men are cringing at how bad the joke was, you are cringing with them as well.

Venti clears his throat. “Was that supposed to be a joke?” Venti asks, letting out a fake laugh.

You nod your head. “Yes, it’s supposed to be a joke,” You reply. You feel your face heat up at the lack of responses to your joke; maybe this is how Cyno felt when no one laughed at his joke. Except for Venti and maybe Itto.

“I apologize for saying this, but perhaps you should go to Cyno on how to tell a good joke,” Albedo says softly.

You let out a gasp and turned in the direction where Albedo’s voice was coming from. “How rude!” You exclaim, stomping your foot on the ground playfully. 

“Aha! So you do think that my jokes are good!” Cyno exclaims happily.

“Better than what [Y/N] came up with,” Venti snorts.

You shake your head and wave your arms around, assuming that the men can see what you’re doing. “Okay, that’s enough! Let’s cut the chit-chat and start playing Windtrace now!” You said, propping your hands on your hips.

“Perhaps all of you should have pretended that the joke was funny,” You hear Zhongli mutter to the men.

Baizhu chuckles. “Oh, please, Mister Zhongli. You didn’t even laugh at their joke; how do you expect us to laugh at their joke?” Baizhu says; you hear Changsheng hissing out her laughter after Baizhu’s comment.

“We’re starting the game now!” You interrupt the men. 

The men fall silent, and you begin to walk around the factory, peeking into the smallest space first before moving on to the other areas of the facility. You open the small compartment and see Xiao and Scaramouche crammed in the small space; both of them look ticked off, and you wonder how both of them ended up in that small space. 

“Why did you two pick this spot?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at Scaramouche and Xiao.

Scaramouche and Xiao shove each other while mumbling curses under their breaths. You move out of the way when they stumble out from their spot, dusting the cobwebs and dust bunnies off their clothes.

“That damn oni and ginger said we couldn’t hide in our original spot because we’re short and they’re tall,” Scaramouche scowls, fixing his hat on his head and points at the tall, thick locker a few feet away from where the three of you are standing.

“They’re in the locker if you’re going to search for the both of them next,” Xiao huffs, fixing his fringe and gloves.

You pat Xiao and Scaramouche’s heads with a grateful smile before skipping over to where Xiao and Scaramouche pointed to. You grab onto the door handle and yank the doors open, only to see none of the two men. You turn to look at Xiao and Scaramouche, only to be face to face (well, face to chest) with Itto and Childe. You look up at Itto and Childe; the two men gaze down at you with smirks on their faces. You feel the color drain from your face; you clear your throat and peek between Itto and Childe’s arms to look at Scaramouche and Xiao.

“You’re cute,” Childe comments, grabbing your attention.

“You’re coming home with us!” Itto says, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over his shoulders.

You squirm around in Itto’s grasp. “Hey! We’re not done with this round of Windtrace yet! I still have more people to find!” You whine, lightly punching Itto’s bare back and shooting a glare in Childe’s direction when you hear him cackle. 

“Huh!?” 

“I don’t think it’s fair for the both of you to take [Y/N] for yourselves,” Gorou protests, running up to you, Itto, and Childe. Gorou gives Childe and Itto a small glare, his hands clenched into fists.

“Well, too bad! Because if Scaradouche can do it, then we can too!” Itto exclaims, smacking your ass really hard. 

“Ow!” You scream, clutching your aching ass cheeks with your right hand before slapping Itto’s ass back with your left hand.

Itto jolts and laughs, shaking his head with a big smile on his face. Archons, if you could smack that smile off of Itto’s face right now, you would do it in a heartbeat. 

“We never gave Scaramouche permission to float away with [Y/N] in his arms, Itto,” Kazuha says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Pierro shakes his head and holds his right hand up. “What did you call the Balladeer?” Pierro asks, turning to look at Itto, who stares at him like a deer caught in headlights.

Capitano lets out a snort and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning towards Pierro and muttering into the first Harbinger’s ears. “I believe that this oni called the Balladeer…. Scaradouche…” He trails off. 

Scaramouche turns to look at Itto; his eyes lit with flames as he storms to Itto. Scaramouche stands in front of Itto, grabs him by the chest straps, and yanks Itto down to Scaramouche’s eye level.

“What did you call me?” Scaramouche growls, tightening his grip on Itto’s chest strap. 

Itto smirks and slaps your ass for the second time. “Scaradouche; quite a fitting thing to call you when you’re acting like a little shit,” Itto says.

Scaramouche growls and zaps Itto in the stomach, causing Itto to yelp loudly and drop you on the ground. You end up landing on your face, making your back curve and crack loudly. 

Everyone gasps in horror when you lay on the ground limply. You groan and stare up at the ceiling. Capitano helps you get up from the ground, wrapping his arms around your shoulders while you lean against his side. You’re still breathless from your fall and your sudden appointment with the chiropractor. 

“Looks like we’ll be ending this round of Windtrace for today,” Kaveh says, shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.

Al Haitham nods his head. “We all need to have a talk once we’re back at the abode. In the meantime, [Y/N] should visit the infirmary,” Al Haitham says, giving you a sympathetic look.

Capitano lifts you in his arms and carries you out of the abandoned factory with the men following behind. You’re not looking forward to returning to the abode mainly because you already know what the talk will contain (how to properly and carefully play Windtrace without hurting yourself and others around you). You’re certainly not looking forward to visiting the infirmary because that means you’ll be getting a scolding of a lifetime from Albedo, Baizhu, and Tighnari. That is as if you’re not already being scolded by the men while journeying back to the abode and estate. 

Note: And that is the wrap for this week! Next week will be Crave 5 since I do need to brush up on my skills in writing smut. I do have another mini-fic smut that is going to come out soon; it's either for Pierro or Capitano, but I can't decide. Hopefully, I'll be able to choose who's next for the mini-fics! ^^ I'm hoping to make a new taglist soon and add the options of whether you want to be tagged in mini-fics or not. Anyway, for those who are new here or are returning readers, I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

Taglist for "Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader" and my overall taglist: @xxkatsusjinsux, @huboi, @crazyrichdaughter, @sucker-for-angst-and-fluff, @patata52, @honeybedo, @thedivinepriestress, @pencil-of-ashes, @samarill, @bakuhve, @yukima, @chaosinanutshell, @emperatris-rinaka, @neilify, @ksjjkthpjm, @jaisithebird, @mouchie, @emerald-smile, @jixlem, @the-blob-fish, @jiminscarmex, @bananazzzen, @thelost-in-time, @kryloxen, @ayolk, @tomansimp, @lordbugs, @c-camellias, @chihawari, @lilliansstuff, @zhongloml, @sweethcnvy, @wolf-chan2134, @simp4-fictional-men, @dai-tsukki-desu, @trash-queen-af, @tamayakii, @stellaris999, @hispasian-otaku, @stygianoir, @crispynutduck (if you have not been tagged, it's because you have your settings turned off for people to tag you in posts)

Read more of my works on my Masterlist | Maybe support me by tipping me on Ko-Fi or by reblogging my fanfics! ^^ I will also be posting exclusive fanfics on Ko-Fi as well very soon (hopefully!) and will be accepting commissions through Ko-Fi!

#Genshin impact x reader #Genshin impact imagine #Genshin impact fanfiction #Arataki Itto x reader #Gorou x reader #Thoma x reader #Kaedehara Kazuha x reader #Xiao x reader #Albedo x reader #Zhongli x reader #Childe x reader #Venti x reader #Diluc x reader #Kaeya x reader #Kamisato Ayato x reader #Dainsleif x reader #Scaramouche x reader #Baizhu x reader #Aether x reader #Heizou x reader #Al Haitham x reader #Tighnari x reader #Cyno x reader #Kaveh x reader #Pantalone x reader #Pierro x reader #Dottore x reader #Capitano x reader #genshinluvr