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d0g0r0t · 7 months

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Hello

Can I please ask for some fluff with Toby pls 🙈

Toby fluff hcs!

Got me kicking me feet and shit

Before you guys started dating he didn't know he had a crush on you until Tim told him

Toby: she's cool and strong and pretty and-

Tim: so you have a crush on her?

Toby: what

Tim: you literally just expressed to me you have a crush on her..

Toby:... no I didnt..

Tim: yes the fuck you did

Toby:.... nuh uh...

Yea....

But when it finally clicked to him he had a crush on you he couldn't get the thought of you out of his head

He would draw you along with your name on literally everything, his hand, walls, floors, tables, paper. If it can be drawed on he'll do it

He saw you in everything and it actually started to effect his performance on missions and overall life

That tree over there? Sees your face. The sky? Sees your eyes. The grass? Sees your hair. The dirt? Sees your skin. Everywhere he goes he always sees you and he always becomes a hot mess

Everything your around he always gets super quiet and anxious and his face is very clearly red, his heads down and he always fiddles with his fingers and sleeve trying his best to make himself look small.

EVERY SINGLE TIME you talk to him his stutters and tics get super bad and it makes him frustrated cause he feels like you'll be weirded out. But when you don't care he can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach.

He's always staring at you when your around. He doesn't really realize that you guys are making eye contact and that you caught him.

When he finally got the courage to ask you out and you said yes. All he said was "Ok" and walked away. The moment he was alone he was jumping up and down, kicking his feet, screaming into his pillow and overall fan girling over you and the fact you guys were dating

The first few days were so awkward

Everytime you were near he would glance over and smile at you and give you small very awkward compliments "you look very pretty today... well I mean you look pretty everyday!" "You remind me of a jelly fish.. fuck wait that sounds so weird.."

He gives you little gifts. Probably stole them

He BEGS all the girls in the mansion for advice on how to be atleast a decant boyfriend

LIGHT NIGHT CAMPFIRES. Will take you by the hand and hold you close making sure your safe and he doesn't lose you in the dark and starts a nice warm fire for just the two of you as you guys eat snacks and do silly couple things

He gets really off track and will start following random squirrels and will be really sad when it runs up and hides in a tree. "Awe man the squirrel ran away :("

He's a human dog.. that's it he's an actual dog stuck in a humans body

He follows you around LIKE A DOG.

everytime you speak to him he always gets really happy and he stims and gets all giddy

He gets even more happy when you guys get physical. He's never really had any good physical interactions so the first time you were gentle with him he started to cry because you were so nice

Doesn't really understand boundaries. He's always on you one way or another and doesn't think about you personally, your just in his arms and that's all that matters

But when you tell him the boundaries he broke he'll get really sappy and upset with himself and won't shut up about how sorry he is

Back to him being an actual dog he growls when people get to close to you ad he holds you tightly in his arms with his head on top of yours. "Mine >:("

HELP I HAVE SO MANY MORE HCS I JUST DONT WANT THIS TO BE TO LONG 😭

Also i accidentally posted this to early and couldn't UNPOST IT. So if you saw it before it was finished no u didnt

#creepypasta #slenderman #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #x reader #crp

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arent-i-the-fairest · 1 year

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Can I request Rollo going on a Valentine's Day "date" with MC and having fun like an old married couple all the while the boys, and maybe even the staff, are screaming in denial?

𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

author’s note : aaaa ok so, i wanted to make one of those big posts i do sometimes (where i include every nrc boy with hcs for each one) y’know, for a valentines special— but that didn’t work so we’re spending valentines with rollo instead (with a small mention of the nrc boys being jealous. probably punching walls and crying) (plus the staff being concerned dads)

—takes place in that one theory au thingy where rollo lives with you in ramshackle :) happy valentines day!

the week before valentines day has been.. suffocating.

gifts and requests to be your valentine have been coming in like crazy. the desk in your room has become a mess, crowded with flowers, letters, and all sorts of sweets that all pile on top of each other.

all of them, you’re flattered to have received, but unfortunately don’t really want. you already have your eyes on someone, and it’s not anyone that’s already asked you out.

“you have quite the amount of admirers, prefect.” rollo acknowledges the large mound of items, sifting through it with your permission. he grimaces at all the love letters you’ve gotten. “do you reciprocate any of their feelings?”

you shake your head, and he lets out a small sigh of relief, glad to know he hasn’t lost you to anyone.

as rollo turns his attention back to looking through the pile, you’re hyping yourself up, trying to channel the confidence of everyone who confessed to you combined. with just one day before valentines, you’ve gotta shoot your shot now.

there’s nothing to lose, right?

“i’ve been thinking,” you start. you almost consider chickening out when you meet eyes with rollo. he’s so unintentionally intimidating with his soulless (but pretty) eyes. “since neither of us have a valentine.. we should be each others. i-if you wanna be! totallyokayifyoudon’twantto—”

“i’d like that.” he interjects. he covers up his quickly reddening face, but you can still spot some blush on the tips of his ears. you hardly pay attention to it though since you’re too busy silently celebrating.

“it’s decided then.” you giggle. rollo nods, lowering his handkerchief to reveal a soft smile, looking uncharacteristically adorable.

you’d just have to try and keep this a secret from the other boys. they’d probably hate him even more if they found out about this, and you’d die if all the forced getting-along you made them do went to waste.

you actually thought you’d be able to keep your “date” hidden, but then you told grim about it— a terrible mistake.

the biggest rule in the book : never trust grim to keep his mouth closed.

the first people he blabbed to was ace and deuce, who spread the word to the rest of the first years, who spread it to their dorm leaders— and not before long, the rest knew. even the staff managed to get word of it too.

the boys were, as you’d expected, sulky. you chose rollo over him? did rollo go against what he constantly preaches and cast a spell on you?

they all go about their days valentine-less and ill tempered thinking about you and rollo being all lovey-dovey.

meanwhile, the staff are somewhat worried. rollo has no intentions of harming you, they’re aware. but the thought of (what might as well be) their child becoming romantically involved with someone who tried to strip the world of magic has them feeling troubled.

you and rollo are completely oblivious to any of this, though. at least until you get back from your date out at the town.

“so this is the town,” rollo says. “i’ve never had a chance to come down here until today.”

“hehe. what do you think? isn’t it nice down here?”

he nods, eyes scanning all the different buildings until they stop and linger on a bakery. a patisserie, to be exact. through the window, there are several sweets and baked goods on display, and he’s got his eye right on the croissants. you follow where he’s looking and giggle.

“wanna go to that patisserie?” you ask.

“if you don’t mind.”

after purchasing a croissant per rollo’s silent request, you two sit on a bench. he rips the good, giving you the bigger half and you thank him.

“this reminds me of that time at the trip!” you hum. “you were showing me around and we stopped by that bakery to buy a croissant, we even split it and ate it on a bench exactly like we are right now.”

“i remember. it’s perhaps the only moment of the symposium i look back fondly on.”

of course, that’s a lie. every moment at the symposium he shared with you is a moment he looks back fondly on. he’d feel far too embarrassed to say it out loud though.

“it’s such a simple, but sweet memory.”

“the way you’re reminiscing it almost makes it feel as though this was ages ago.”

“i know i know, this was just a little over a month ago. but it’s kind of crazy to me.” you smile. rollo tilts his head, nonverbally asking you to explain. “what i meant by that was.. it feels like we’ve known each other for much longer than a measly little month and a half. don’t you think?”

for what feels like the millionth time to rollo, he gets flustered. even more so when you put your hand on top of his.

but he ponders your question. it really does feel like you’ve known each other for far longer. it’s odd to him how quickly he warmed up to you— rollo’s never been one to get along easily with others. and with that, he’s never been one to open up easily either. but you were able to crack his shell.

“i agree.” he slowly smiles. “happy valentines day, prefect.”

#rollo has had a grip on me for like 3 months now help #(dont help)#gn reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #rollo x reader

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444rockstargf · 8 months

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k so hear me out my dear favorite author...

part two to the bimbo reader x euro thing. but rough anal 🤩 (i thought of this while listening to hardcore anal banging by ayesha erotica...)

anyways yall r jus doin it and then euro is like "erm wait a min..." and pulls outta readers cunt and like SHOVES it in her ass 😭 shes crying out in pain for a bit (but she lowkey a masochist so i dont think she cares) and then those little "slow down!!"s turn into "oh my god, yes, euro!!!" 🤭

this idea has me seeing stars... ur requests are like a goldmine of ideas. this is my first time writing anal so please bear with me 😭

"you fucked me so good..." | euronymous

norman fucking rockwell. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

contents: anal, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

this one's kinda short

euronymous had been pounding into you for hours, your sore little pussy becoming a complete mess as you sobbed into the pillow. there was a white ring at his base from you cumming so many times, and you were about to cum once more until he pulled out, making you whine.

"one sec, angel..." he looked at his cock, dripping with your cum. he grabbed your hips once more, but instead of doing what you expected, you felt a shiver travel through your spine as he shoved his dick in your ass instead.

your eyes immediately welled with tears at the agonizing feeling of your tight hole being filled like this. but instead of giving you time to adjust, he got straight to it, pounding into your tight little asshole as you whimpered in pain.

"aww, does that hurt..? im sorry, angel..." he said, his voice dripping with fake pity. he started moving in and out of you at an inhuman pace, making your vision blur and your brain turn into mush. "so fucking tight..."

you gripped the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles went white. "e-euro... please! t-too fast..." you managed to say between sobs. at hearing your pleas, he went even faster, watching your ass recoil every time he hit it. "but you're making me feel so good... that's what you want, right..?" you couldn't help but nod.

the pain quickly turned into pleasure as he moved his hand to your pussy, rubbing circles onto your clit. he hit a spot in your ass that made you scream out. "r-right there..! feels so good..." he smiled as you saw you starting to enjoy yourself.

his balls started slapping your pussy every time he went back in, sending you over the edge. you felt a knot tying in your stomach, but it was much stronger than ever before. the pleasure became too much to bear. your body felt like it was getting weaker with every thrust.

he pressed his thumb into your clit as a few drops of cum escaped your cunt. "g-gonna cum, euro..!" you waited for his permission, your body beginning to tremble. "yeah... cum for me." he rubbed your pussy, making the knot in your stomach snap.

you started squirting all over his fingers, moaning at the feeling of this new sensation. he fucked you through your intense orgasm before reaching his as well. "gonna fill your ass up, angel..." was all he said before releasing his load in your ass, making your back arch with pleasure.

he emptied himself out into you before pulling out, watching as his cum dripping out of your hole. he waited until you came down from your high before he laid down beside you, staring right into your soul. "so, was that ok? not too intense?" you smiled and shook your head.

"that was pretty hardcore, though." you said. "I thought you'd fuck me to death." he chuckled softly, pulling your body onto his and bringing you into a heated kiss.

author's note: thank you for the request!! as I said before, this was my first time writing anal, so I hope this was realistic considering my lack of experience. I'm gonna try to post 1 or 2 more today. thank you!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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itsclydebitches · 11 months

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ok ok ok but imagine trent's daughter, Phoebe and Henry, on a playdate or exploring stadium together? Like how have these kiddos not become friends??

YOU'RE SO RIGHT, ANON.

Headcanon time:

During a weekend training Henry is visiting again, Roy's sister is sick so he's justifying the Best Uncle award Phoebe gave him last year (it's very glittery), and Trent's babysitter unexpectedly bailed. So they all trail into work with kids that day and Rebecca is like, "Excuse me this is not a fucking daycare."

She says this while giving them all a kiss.

Pheobe: "That's a bad word, Ms. Welton, you owe me a pound."

Henry and Phoebe immediately race outside to play with the team but Trent's daughter, who is both younger and has never played football before, is just the shiest little bean about joining in. Trent, expert in anxious parenting, is prepared to run damage control with her favorite coloring books but Ted holds him back and within ten minutes Phoebe is showing her the ropes while Henry is Very Seriously working to tie her hair back for her.

Henry: "Excuse me, Mr. Independent sir, but can I borrow another hair-tie?"

Trent: "... how do you know my name?"

Trent, internally: Wait. Mr. Independent isn't my name??

Trent, with shorter hair than in Season 2: "Never mind that. How do you know I have hair-ties?"

Henry, answering both questions: "Daddy."

[Trent.exe has stopped working]

Rebecca, shouting across the pitch: "Give her pigtails, Henry! There you go!"

So the crimmlet learns some football and Trent, after recovering from his Omg Ted Talks About Me to His Son panic almost sorta kinda cries about it. By this point the himbos are absolutely in love with the trio and would die for them, no hesitation. (Dani actually says this, which is mildly alarming for the kids). After some super secret techniques are shared -- Phoebe: "This is how you kick the ball into someone's face. Uncle Ted loves it!" -- they all decide that they should probably get some actual training done. Besides, Henry just brought up the West Ham game he went to and... uh...

Yeah. Best to scoot them on out of there. Unconditional love doesn't trump hatred of West Ham, unfortunately.

The stadium houses a team of pro athletes and a massive staff of sleep-deprived professionals, meaning that there's plenty of food to go around for lunch. Ted (childhood personified) and Trent (a domestic mess post-divorce) are both happy to let the kids pig out on snacks. A growled "Fuck that" from Roy sends them off to the kitchen downstairs.

Do stadiums have kitchens? No idea. Probably not. This one does!

Trent, carryout aficionado: "So... does anyone know how to cook?"

Roy: "Do I fucking look like I have time to cook?"

Trent: "This was your idea."

Roy: "Shut up."

Ted: "Hmm. I'm afraid I'm more of a baking man myself."

The kids have been sitting at the counter, heads ping-ponging back and forth as they watch their three guardians fail the basic task of feeding them. Luckily for their faith in adults, it's about this moment that the crimmlet remembers that this is Ted.

Biscuit Ted.

Did you know that Trent Crimm used to be in a band? A metal band? That for six months in college he rebelled in the only way he knew how - artistically - and screamed everything he was keeping bottled up inside until he learned to purge himself through vicious prose instead?

His daughter inherited his lungs.

A six-year-old's high-pitched screaming + the reverberation of a primarily metal space = Significant Pain. Ted's, "Holy moly, Ms. Banshee!" is barely audible and Roy just nopes out of the situation without a shred of guilt. Phoebe and Henry -- immune to loud noises in the way only children can be -- exchange a A Look over the top of the crimmlet's head. Because she's screaming for the biscuits Ted gives her every week.

Henry hasn't had his Dad's cookies in six months.

Phoebe hasn't had them at all.

Now the screaming is joined by Very Indignant Yelling.

Trent: "Ted just make them some fucking biscuits."

Ted: "Right because that's healthier than the vending machines!?"

But one sugary meal is worth saving their eardrums, so.

There's an immediate change in tune when Ted asks who's gonna help him lick the bowl. Instant peace. Baking with three kids is messy, to put it mildly, and Ted isn't entirely sure how flour got into Trent's hair, but it definitely has more white streaks in it than it did this morning. Without thinking, he reaches up to smooth some of the flour away, fingers dragging gently through a lock and brushing his cheek in the process.

[Trent.exe has stopped working x2]

Crimmlet, tugging his pantleg with little flour handprints: "Daddy can the biscuit man stay forever?"

Trent, voice strangled: "... sure, honey."

Higgins pops in to find an absolute disaster of a kitchen and the normally unruffled Trent with cheeks the color of maraschino cherries (what's that about?). After getting caught up on events -- what they're willing to admit to, anyway -- he gently informs them that he could have fixed the kids a meal not made out of sugar and butter. Ah well. Too late now.

Higgins: "Also, Ted, shouldn't you be coaching the boys?"

Ted: "I'm sure Beard has it well in hand."

[Hard cut to the team seated semi-circle around Beard. He's lecturing on the drugs they can take without tanking their careers. Many are taking notes.]

The one good thing about a sugar high is that the crash comes right afterwards. Pheobe managed to get the crimmlet on her shoulders and the three of them raced off to explore the stadium, burning with short-term energy. Trent is mildly concerned about them sneaking out, but Ted reassures him that there's security at every exit. You know, to keep any... uh...

Trent: Press out?

Ted: Not all the press.

Trent: Oh, so I'm an exception am I?

Higgins, still standing there, forgotten, thinking about the book Trent is writing and how yes, he's literally an exception??

Ted: Trent Crimm you are not only an exception, you are exceptional.

[Trent.exe has stopped working x3]

Higgins, internally: OHHHHHHHHH

Later, there is a brief moment of panic when they can't find the kids -- Roy: "Don't worry. I once lost Phoebe and she turned up in my neighbor's bathtub with a new haircut." Ted: "Huh. That there's a story for another time." -- but Will ushers them quietly into the storeroom where they're piled like puppies on a bed of clean laundry, fast asleep. Ted snaps a picture and immediately sends it to the Richmond group chat. The himbos all come running to see the wholesomeness for themselves.

Will, whispering: They're so cute!! ... wait, now I need to do the laundry again :(((

Dani: No. Do not. Their beautiful, sleepy essence will help us win games.

Will: ... weird, but alright.

Henry's getting a little big for this now, but Ted manages to lift him bridle style and gently presses a kiss into his hair. Trent tenderly picks his little girl up, hand cradling her curls.

Roy slings Phoebe over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She doesn't stir.

Rebecca sternly tells them that they're never to do this again, but also if she doesn't see the trio soon they'll regret it. Here's the ten pounds I owe Phoebe. Also there had better be some biscuits left, Ted.

Henry only wakes when they're back at the apartment, Beard flipping through nature documentaries while Ted kicks his legs up into his lap. Henry squeezes between the two of them.

Ted: "You have fun today, kiddo?"

Henry: "Uh huh."

Ted: "Hey, what's Trent's daughter's name anyway?"

Henry: "Oh... I never asked."

Beard tuts. "Why you wanna know so bad?"

Ted: "I just figure I should know his kid's name before I ask him out."

[Trent, twelve miles West, suddenly and without any warning getting hit with an absolute fuckton of feelings]:

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #Roy Kent #Rebecca Welton #Leslie Higgins #Henry Lasso #Pheobe #Trent's daughter #Ted Lasso fic #crack treated seriously

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sketchyslushies · 5 months

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Posting this here bc it’s the only place where ppl ik irl don’t follow me!!

Seabound fic!!! Kinda angst ig? It’s my first time writing a fic so don’t judge too bad ><

Kinda spoilers for Seabound!!! And mainly Jay and Kai w a bit of Cole (not shipping!)((ok maybe VERY MINOR lava coded)) (((like blink and you miss it)))

“She was my SISTER.”

Kai snapped, his eyes glaring straight at Jay. A silence fell over the ninja, none of them really knowing what to say. They’d never admit it, but they were useless without Nya. The team had struggled to stay civil in the beginning, and the cracks were starting to reform. It was only when Nya had become a ninja when they started realizing their groups potential. Kai’s stare stayed sharp on Jay, Jay looking back with his nervous yet persistent eyes. Kai just didn’t understand. He didn’t care. He didn’t know Nya like Jay did. He didn’t love her like Jay did. No one did. The others had gone back to normal life, albeit separated. But Jay, he stayed behind. He waited for her to come back. He knew that she would.

Jay would never know this, but Kai cared about Nya more than he cared about himself. If he really thought about it, he had practically raised Nya. She was his little sister, the reason he kept going when he had lost everything else. She was his light in the dark, the reason he even became a ninja in the first place. But he was too proud to say that, too arrogant to admit it.

“You didn’t even cry at her funeral.” Jay said, his electric eyes finally looking away from Kai’s. The other ninja all glanced at each other, stuck between interfering and letting Jay and Kai settle this themselves. It had only been a year since they all last saw each other, yet you’d assume they’d never met before. Tension spread throughout the room, thick enough to cut it with a knife. “It’s like you wanted her dead.”

“Jay, that’s enough.” Cole said, stepping in front of Kai to try to stop any more discourse. Jay was even dumber than everyone thought if he was purposefully egging Kai on. “We all miss Nya, and fighting about it won’t bring her back.” Jay looked away from Cole, scoffing, but backing off. Even he knew he was going too far.

“Whatever,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. “I’m going back to the lighthouse, it’s not like we’re doing anything anyway.” Jay reached for the mechanical door’s button, a hot flame burning his hand. “Ow! What the hell?!” He turned around to see Kai, his aim still good as ever. “What was that for, asshole!?” Jay sneered, not noticing Kai’s obvious anger rising. He walked up to Kai, pushing Cole out of the way. His words came out in a jumbled mess. “I seriously don’t get your problem, Kai. You didn’t give a shit about her when she was alive, and you clearly don’t care now that she’s gone. You’re just upset someone’s finally pointing out the fact that you only care about yourse-“

“Do you ever just shut the fuck up?!” Red screamed, punching Blue in the face. Jay fell to the ground, unable to react quickly enough before Kai threw in a few more punches. “You have no idea,” he shouted, “no FUCKING idea how much I care about Nya! Shut your stupid ass up before you say something you don’t know anything about!” Kai’s stature towered over Jay. Sure, he was only a few inches taller, but he was stronger and Jay knew he wouldn’t be able to do much held down to the ground. The other ninja wanted to step in, but couldn’t help but feel like Jay deserved this a bit. They really did all miss Nya, they just didn’t mourn like Jay did. He just didn’t get that. Kai’s fist would meet Jay’s bloodied face just a few more times before Kai paused. Just as he was about to land another punch, he stopped himself. Something he’d never done before. Jay looked up at Kai, noticing a difference in his expression. His dark red eyes were watering. His face stuck between anger and sadness. Jay felt a droplet of water fall onto his face. Was Kai…crying? That can’t be right. Kai’s never cried before. Was there even enough water in his system to do so? The team kind of just assumed his body heat had been too hot to manage water, but never really questioned it. Jay quickly scurried away from under Kai, leaving him still stuck in a punching position. He wiped his eyes, but the tears wouldn’t stop coming. “I loved Nya more than anything in the world, Jay. I did. She was all I had for YEARS. Do you know how much it destroyed me when she left? How much it bothered me when everyone asked how YOU were doing? How YOU were handling her death? No one asked me how I was feeling with my sister dying,” he sniffled, rubbing his eyes and looking towards the ground. “I had to keep it together. If not the team, but for me. I was the face man, the cool one. A little loss wouldn’t do much to me, they said.” His voice warping in and out of a whisper and a sniffle. “I would do anything to get her back, Jay. You don’t even know how far I’d go for her.” Jay had never seen Kai like this. None of the ninja had. The fire ninja, the most dramatic of them all, looked so small in this moment. So vulnerable. His tear stained face was hardly visible to the team, yet everyone could tell exactly how he looked.

Jay stood up and stumbled towards Kai. His bruised body was staggering, struggling to keep upright. He kneeled by Kai, getting to his level. Cole and Zane carefully kept close, just in case Jay was about to get his revenge. Instead, he positioned Kai’s shoulders up to get him to sit upward. He got a really clear view of Kai’s face, his eyes and nose red, his tears smudging the dark eyeshadow he swore he didn’t have on. Jay wiped his tears away, before punching him back in the cheek. Cole practically ran up to Kai. After all, he did always have a soft spot for his firecracker. But, before he could stop Jay from hitting him again, the smaller boy pulled the bigger one into a hug. Blue’s arms wrapped around Red, a small voice muttering out a simple, “I’m sorry.”

Eyes wide open, Kai was surprised. Before he could say anything, he subconsciously tightened his grasp around the curly haired ninja, digging his face into his dark curls and letting his tears fall.

“I hate you.”

Hope it was an ok read!! Lmk how you liked it/id there’s anything I can work on!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #jay ninjago #kai ninjago #ninjago fic #lego ninjago fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago seabound #angst #short fiction #short story #fanfic #lavashipping #ninjago angst

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ginsakatoki · 2 years

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Ok, this one is oddly specific but I hope it's fine with you. So I was thinking about this scenario: post-dmc5 Nero meets reader (who's also a hunter, well into her 30s) during Red Grave clean up and after some time he started seeing her as a mother figure, and the feeling is pretty much mutual. Now she's not very fond of Dante and Vergil (at first) for obvious reasons, so when they return from hell chaos ensues. Nothing super angsty, I just really want someone to slap those shit twins around a bit on Nero's behalf, cuz the boy deserves it <3 Would be extra fun to add Nico, Lady and Trish to the mix, but it's up to you. Thanks!

Oddly specific scenarios are what I like and need, plus this has found a soft spot in my heart and since I saw it in the requests I couldn’t help but want to write it. There is a part that might be a bit angsty but otherwise it’s pretty soft. I have just 1 request left for dmc, then I’ll take a break from it. Please, please ask me about other fandoms too when i open my requests again.

Anyway, sorry to make you wait this long, hope you enjoy it :)

Nero With a Motherly Reader

When I saw on the news what was happening in Red Grave I had to rush in, no matter what the authorities were saying, no matter if everyone was in a rush to leave the city, I had to get there. The idea that demons were slaughtering innocent people made me sick, how did they get in the city in such large numbers in the first place? I’m an experienced hunter and I know how demons usually act: they’re not pack creatures, they’re independent and enjoy the thrill of the hunt on their own. When they do work together, it’s in groups of five or six, so why are there thousands of demons all of a sudden? The answer is pretty obvious. A higher rank demon must have spawned in the city, and I am motivated to stop it. Well, that was the intention anyway.

I just got into the city, and it looks like the major fight has already ended, Red Grave is a mess and there isn’t a single soul around. Demolished buildings, alley walls painted red in blood, burnt ashes of what used to be people… it looks like a manifestation of Hell on Earth, a land owned by the dead. I drive around by car, avoiding corpses and rubble, until there is no access anymore.

I didn’t quite notice it before, but the stink of death surrounds me anywhere I turn, and it gets harder and harder to breathe… or resist the impulse to puke at any corner. Despite this scenery of death, the city is silent, and I’d definitely doubt anyone or anything was around, lurking in the shadow, if I didn’t know better.

I walk and walk until my feet start to hurt, and it becomes increasingly obvious that something is wrong. The demons should have attacked by now, yet all is still silent, eerily so… until it isn’t. A loud sound of engines starts roaring a few streets further, a motorbike perhaps?

I hurry towards the sound, guns in hand and the sniper rifle at my back. As I get closer, I start hearing the distinct sound of voices screaming at each other and a battle. I’m not sure if they’re fighting against each other or demons, though it all sounds very… chaotic.

“What the hell, Nico! Are you trying to get me killed?” Says the first voice, clearly a young male.

“Hell nah. You’re doing a wonderful job yerself” I can’t help but giggle a little, they sound like siblings that banter every day.

I get to a dead end and the fight is just ahead, unreachable by this road, but I refuse to turn tail and run. That’s when I notice a fire escape that heads to the roof, high ground it is. The battle still wages while I climb the ladder and new voices come in.

“Lady! On your back!”

“I got it!” A loud and powerful explosion almost knocks me down… was that a bazooka? I get to the rooftop and I finally manage to see the battle ahead. A large amount of demons is on the streets, a couple of dozens by the looks of it, and among them there are four people, each of them holding their own against multiple enemies at once. Not bad at all. If this were a game, they’d definitely get an SSS rank. I look around for the perfect spot to set up my rifle and give them support. Turns out I got ready to shoot at the perfect time: a demon was coming towards the young man by his blind spot and all his mates were busy in their own fights. With no hesitation I shoot the demon on the head, blasting it off. The man looks at my way for a moment, then continues his battle. I give support to each of them, getting enemies out of their way and protecting their backs. Soon enough the fight is over and before I can even blink the young man is at my side.

“Who are you? What are you doing here” he still has the gun in his hand, itching to shoot at any given moment.

“Calm down, boy” I slowly get up and hold my hands up “I’m a hunter, I came here to clean up this city. Just like you guys.”

The tension on his shoulders eases up, but he sure doesn’t give me the satisfaction of putting away his weapon.

“I had everything under control, you can go back now; we don’t need civilians around. And don’t call me boy.”

I stare at him confused, did he not hear me when I told him I’m a hunter? He seems to read the confusion from my face.

“I don’t buy it. You can’t be a hunter, you look like a mother or teacher if anything.” I don’t really have a reply to that, I mean. I _am_ a teacher… and I was a mother. Plus I don’t really dress like his hunter friends: no revealing clothes, no bad ass leather, just jeans and a comfy sweater but I get interrupted before I can reply.

“Yo Nero come here we gotta go! Wait who’s that? You find yerself a hot mama huh? You nasty”

“Oh, shut up Nico!” Once again, I giggle at their interactions.

“Say what you wish, boy, but you guys sure sound like you need a mother. Anyway, we really should go. Red Grave won’t clean itself.”

With that I head back to the street and meet the other members of the crew, the funny and solar Nico, the calm but strong Lady and the seductive and down to earth Trish, completely unaware that it will change my life.

It’s been three years since I met the crew and I must say, I grew attached to all of them, Nero and Nico in particular. They always banter and fight like teenagers but I know how much they care about each other. At first Nero was very skeptical about me and refused to even look my way for a long time, the more I was around, the less he opened up, if anything he closed off even more. Regardless I kept doing my own and, before I could even realize, I started making sure he always ate well (he had such an unbalanced diet I could feel my cholesterol rising just looking at him eat) and slept long enough. More than a few times I found myself covering him with a blanket when he fell asleep on the sofa or covering for him more than the others when we were out on missions or even worrying for him to the point I’d be the first to rush in and help him heal his injuries. It went on like this for a year until one day, when we were alone, he exploded with rage I couldn’t understand.

“Why are you doing this? You’re not my girlfriend, you’re not my mother, so why! I don’t need your stupid kindness and your stupid support, I’m not a child, just go away!” His whole body started to shake and tremble and, at first, I thought it was out of anger. I had to change my mind when I noticed the way he kept hiding his face from me, and how his voice had become a breath whispering me to go away. I didn’t quite realize until that moment how broken he was, how the conviction of being unlovable was rooted inside of him, how he felt unable of being cared for because he’d never known the unconditional love of a mother nor the protective kindness of a father. In a moment of epiphany I understood that everything I had done for him, it had never actually been _for him_, it had been for me. Salty tears started crawling to my cheeks before I could control them and words spilled out before I could choose which ones to say.

“I’m sorry, Nero. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would cause you pain. I just… I got to know you and you reminded me so much of my son. Of how grumpy and unhappy he looked the day I went to see him years after I gave him up for adoption believing it would be for the best because I was too young and too stupid. But it was not… it was not” my throat started to hurt and it got harder and harder to breathe.

“He got involved in some shady business and he got killed… he was just a boy. I wanted so desperately to get my son back, to fix my mistakes and I projected that on you… I only made my mistakes bigger. I’m sorry, Nero”. The little composure I had left vanished and I began crying uncontrollably, Nero’s whimpers and cries merging with mines while we looked into each other’s eyes. He closed the distance almost shyly, looking for comfort he didn’t think he deserved, and he hugged me desperately as if afraid I’d run away and leave him alone like all his parental figures had done.

We never talked about that day again, but things had clearly changed. Nero was not grumpy around me anymore, instead he liked to talk about how his days went and started coming to me for advices instead of trying to handle everything by himself like he always used to. He even introduced me to Kyrie and they both agreed I should come over to dine with them in the weekend, like a family.

I stare at Nero and Nico banter in the living room of Devil May cry reminiscing all the events in the past three years. It took time but it seems that Nero has almost healed from the wounds of loneliness and abandonment and I couldn’t be more proud. As I think this, the door opens with a loud thud and two tall men enter like they own the place (which they technically do). I’ve never met them before but the crew has talked a lot about them: Dante, the legendary devil hunter and Vergil… Nero’s father.

“We’re back!” Says the one I presume to be Dante “Why the long faces, no welcome home for us?”.

“We’re back? Is that all you have to say after vanishing for 3 goddamned years? What did you expect! A welcome home party with balloons and candles?” I speak before I can control myself, they cannot be serious.

“Excuse me, missy, but who are you? You’re trespassing, you know, this is my property. Is this your new partner, Nero?”. The nerves of this man.

“Stay away from my son” The twins stare at me, stunned, until Vergil decides to clear this up.

“Son? You’re not his biological mother”

“You’re right” I reply “I am not and, obviously, his ‘biological family’ did a much better job at taking care of him now didn’t you”.

The two men keep silent and lower their heads exchanging guilty glances.

“Now if you don’t have anything important to say, go to your rooms to think about what you’ve done and how not to fuck up again” they both look up, surprised.

“But-”

“No buts. If you’re not going to act like responsible adults, you’re not going to be treated like ones. Now go” they lower their heads once more and start walking towards the stairs.

“Yes ma’am”.

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anon back from a week ago re: bbh being a messy bitch who likes drama and his ability to shape his fans opinions. still would love your take on this topic if you don't mind

i am sooo sorry omg i have the attention span of an alcoholic toddler!!!! yes ok so I don't have that many examples on hand because i'm not a library of exo content, all my bookmarks on twt are a mess ugh

but re: manipulation and what i would actually call being an expert at exploiting an atmosphere but everyone else calls being an attention whore

exhibit A: him "drunk texting" fans on bubble during exo fanmeet in april. mind you this was right in the middle of the legal battle with SM which we had no idea about at the time. fans were so emotional - first exo performance as a full group in over 3 years, baekhyun fresh off his military life, yadda yadda yadda - he was pretty drunk from the post concert dinner the group had. yet later we found out idols need to review messages THREE TIMES before sending anything on bubble lmao 😭 i'm not saying he was faking it - i'm saying even drunk he knew exactly what these texts were gonna do to the fans. he is that good at riling people up like that + preemptively digging his parasocial nails into the fandom cause he knew shit was about to hit the fan.... I love his mind

exhibit B: the most recent example and something that had me crawling up the walls. i'm not saying he faked it or that he planned to fall asleep on purpose during a livestream, i completely believe baekhyun is careless and overworked enough to do that. what makes me scream into a pillow is the way he was UNFAZED by that shit when he woke up. had his manager blowing up his phone asking him to wake up and +40k people hearing him moan in his sleep and he woke up and stayed in the livestream. FOR 30 MORE MINUTES. he laughed it off and started joking teasing people etc etc like he genuinely dgaf.

might I add this pattern of starting twitter lives early in the morning only started after the comeback which i think is very interesting. i dont think its a coincidence at all but i need to gather my thoughts on that

exhibit C: not manipulative per se but this fucking clip is so insane to me i love how the worst things happened to exo completely unprompted it's like seeing an episode of the office. anyway baekhyun taking one for the team and distracting fans with his silly little dance.. THAT'S RIGHT HE'S THE GUY THAT STEPPED UP. and i think it showcases his quick thinking and social skills perfectly cause the rest of these men were frozen in place with half their asses out but baek just took it like a champ lol. he just wants to be seen <3 and told he's done a good job <3 give him all the praises please

exhibit D: this horrible fucking live. just baekhyun as a whole in superm.... like he's not dumb he knew nctzens were eating him up and shipping him w taeyong and what did he do? he went ahead and gave them exactly what they wanted.. while wrapping taeyong around his little finger might I add. now i think irl baekhyun and taeyong aren't that close, they're like those friends from work that you genuinely like but it's not someone you would seek out outside of pretty specific social settings. but baekhyun isn't fucking stupid he knew nctzens were a segment of kpop fans he could tap into and either turn into his own fans or he could get slapped in the face by exols turning on him.

anyways this is so fucking long im sorry to ppl following me i'm on mobile and can't make a read more. no one cares about the weird things i only notice about baekhyun but yes there's more to it i just dont have links for most things... but there's not a lot of specific examples idk once you notice it you just watch content with baekhyun and it becomes pretty clear.

#asks #baekhyun

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Chapter Nine

The grand escape from a raging inferno

Jim Hawkins x fem!Reader

Chapter Eight, masterpost

Word count: 2346

Summary: the escape scene, as required.

Notes: if you read Chapter Eight before the day this is posted (May 17th, 2022), you will have already read this. This is because I realised that almost 5,000 words was excessive for a single chapter given that most of them are in the 1-3,000 area and it would be logical to split it in half here. Feel free to skip to Chapter Ten :)

“Aloha, Jimmy—Oh, oh!” Ben’s voice interrupted you, and you both turned to see the RLS Legacy descending. “Hurry, people!” the robot continued, “we’ve got exactly two minutes and thirty-four seconds until the planet’s destruction!”

You ran towards the ship, jumping on when it was close enough. Your stomach was swirling with butterflies, your knees shamefully weak. You needed to talk to Jim, really talk. And you would later, you vowed even as you cursed yourself. You were not supposed to get so caught up in kissing cabin boys -- even if they were smart and brave and sweet (and a bit moody), and especially not when the planet you were on was minutes away from total destruction.

“Take us out of here, metal man!” Captain Amelia shouted from near the mast, and Ben complied.

“Cap’ain,” John said, bowing low, “you dropped from the heavens in the nick o’ time!”

“Save your clap trap for the judge, Sliver.”

John glanced sideways at you, then frowned. Overhead, a piece of debris smashed into the mast, sending the top half of it crashing down onto the thrusters. The ship slowed, and you cursed.

“Thrusters at only thirty percent capacity, Captain!” Ben reported.

“Thirty percent?” Doppler echoed, “That means… we’ll never clear the planet’s explosion in time.”

“We gotta turn around!” Jim said, jumping down to the deck below and grabbing a piece of the thruster.

“What?” the Captain and you both said at the same time.

“There’s a portal back there! It can get us outta here!”

“Pardon me, Jim,” Doppler said, “but didn’t that portal open onto a raging inferno?”

“Yes,” Jim grunted, heaving a piece of metal off the ship, “but I’m gonna change that! I’m gonna open a different door!”

“Captain I don’t see—”

“He’s got a point!” you yelled at the same time as John said: “Listen to the boy!”

“One minute twenty-nine seconds till the planet’s destruction!” Ben warned.

“What do you need, Jim?” John asked, kneeling beside him.

“Just some way to attach this!”

“Alright, stand back!” John switched to his welding function, zapping at the place where the thruster meets the scrap of metal. Bright white sparks flew, then the two were joined. They lifted the contraption up over the edge of the ship, balancing it on the railing.

“Ok,” Jim said, jumping up onto the piece of metal, “no matter what happens keep the ship heading straight for the portal.”

“Wait, Jim—”

“Fifty-eight seconds!” Ben yelled over you.

Jim held your gaze for a fraction of a second, then nodded to John and stepped down on the back of the thruster, blasting off the ship and into the chaos that Treasure Planet had become. You felt strangely like the girls left tearfully waving on the docks as the Space Cadets shipped out to their assignments in the Academy’s recruitment advertisements. You weren’t all that fond of the sensation.

“Well you heard ‘im,” John yelled at Amelia, “Get this blasted heap turned around!”

“Doctor, head us back to the portal!” she commanded, and Doppler did so.

You could see the glowing triangle in the distance, somewhat obscured by all the falling pieces of the planet and flying debris. You wondered how the hell Jim was ever going to get through. How were you going to get through?

“Twenty-five seconds!” Ben shouted, tapping away at the screen.

“That’s not helping!” you screamed back.

“Come on, lad,” John murmured, leaning forwards.

“Seventeen seconds!”

There was no sign of Jim ahead, and you were so close to the portal that the fiery mess inside was reflected in Doppler’s spectacles.

“Seven, six…”

Suddenly, Jim shot from beside the ship to in front, and you thought he hit the right button on the portal’s control mainly because you weren’t dead, but you weren’t sure.

“Three, two…”

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for what was going to happen.

Everything was cold, and dark, and there was no debris raining around you, and you could still feel every part of your body. You opened your eyes, taking in the bright crescent of Montressor space port ahead of you, the purplish clouds around and the deep blue of space.

“Yes!” you shouted, jumping and embracing John, who yelled along with you.

“You did it, you did!” he called to Jim, who swooped by, catching a high-five. “Didn’t I say the lad had greatness in ‘im?”

You ran across the deck, throwing your arms around Jim’s neck as he landed the makeshift hoverboard. He laughed, spinning you around before placing you back on the deck and stepping back.

“We’re ok, then?” he asked, his hands still resting on your waist.

And suddenly, faced with him and everything he entailed, you were shy. To your horror, you felt your cheeks heat up. “I would like to be, yes,” you said with as much dignity as you could muster.

Jim stared at you, studying your face, and you felt the blush grow in force. “Am I making you blush?” he asked, incredulous.

“Shut up,” you muttered. But you were smiling, and he was too. The whole situation was sickeningly... sweet.

“Unorthodox, but ludicrously effective.” Captain Amelia interrupted, and Jim’s hands dropped abruptly from your waist. “I’d be proud to recommend you to the Interstellar Academy. They could use a man like you.”

“Just wait until your mother hears about this!” Dr Doppler said.

You looked over to where John was standing, catching the corner of his coat disappearing around the door frame. You looked back at Jim, who was paying attention to Doppler. You didn’t want to leave the happy moment, didn’t want to leave him. But John was down in the galley, no doubt preparing a ship. The thought of taking off sent a sharp pang through your chest. You wanted to stay with Jim, wanted John to stay too, or maybe you wanted Jim to come with you. You were ok, he had said, and still you hadn’t told him the truth of everything.

But it was better, you told yourself as silently, you slipped away from the little group and down to the galley. It was better for you -- the criminal pirate slave girl -- to leave the promising future Interstellar Academy Cadet. You could become an adventure, a myth alongside Treasure Planet and Flint’s Trove. As much as the thought pained you. Maybe you’d write him a note or something, but the idea felt somehow trite.

John was waiting by a longboat, leaning against the edge.

“Are we leaving now?” you asked, clearing your throat of the unexpected -- and equally unwelcome -- lump that had gathered there.

“I’d best be getting’ along,” he said, mercifully not passing comment on your slightly choked voice, “but I wanted to give you somethin’.” He reached into his coat pocket, withdrawing the chest you had packed full of gold.

“Is that…?”

“Eight thousand gold pieces,” he smiled, “no more, no less.”

“How did you…?” You took the chest, peaking inside at the money.

“Ah, I got me ways. Now, I think I’ve got the documents right here… yes.” He pulled out a wad of yellowed paper, followed by an old pen and unfolded it, resting it on the side of the boat. “I sign here,” he said, scribbling at the bottom of one page, “you sign your name here and put your number here.” He flipped to the back of the bundle, and you took the pen.

You undid your bandage, looking at the numbers. You didn’t need to see them to know what they were, that sequence would always be burned into your mind, but it felt right. You neatly printed them in the space, then signed your name with a flourish. “That’s that, huh?” you grinned, handing back the pen.

“What about me money?” John feigned indignation, and you laughed. You handed over the chest, and he passed you the documents.

“Free,” you smiled.

“Free indeed.”

“So, where to now, Captain?”

He arched an eyebrow. “You need to think, lassy. You’ve got the best choice there is. You can get off in court because of your ah, situation, or you can go with me now and none’ll be the wiser.”

So think you did. You thought of all the adventures and the fun and excitement that John and his escapades brought with him, the comfort of his gruffly assuring voice and a hot meal cooked just for you at the end of the day. You thought of the gentle yet firm instruction he would offer without a second thought, and the easy camaraderie between the two of you even in the worst of situations. And you thought of the same easiness that came with being around Jim, the same thrill of every conversation you had with him, the fun of the journey you’d shared and the pain of thinking it was going to end.

“You’ve got somethin’ to stay for now, haven’t you?” your friend prompted gently.

You nodded, pressing your lips into a thin line. “I don’t want to leave you either,” you whispered.

John placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing softly. “I’ve taught you all I can. lass. You’re stronger than I ever coulda hoped, you got a quick wit about you too. And I think there’s a certain young man who could use that sense o’ yours, eh?”

You sniffled, laughing.

“Eh,” he grunted. Then his eyes flicked past your shoulder, twinkling brightly. “And speak of the devil, Jimbo!”

“You never quit, do you?” the boy said, leaning against the wall.

“I was just checkin’ to make sure our last longboat was safe and secure.” The former cook ben down and tied one of the sloppiest slip-knots you’d ever seen, smiling unconvincingly.

“Hmm…” Jim crossed the walkway, undoing the knot and tying a much more secure one. “Well that should hold it.”

“I taught you too well,” John chuckled. “If you don’t mind, we’d just as soon avoid prison, little Morphy here, he’s a free spirit! Bein’ in a cage, it’d break his heart.” Morph cooed sadly, and you smiled at the two of them.

Jim shook his head, then turned and thrust down the hatch’s lever, opening it up to the bright dawn sky. He bent and undid the knot, casting aside the rope.

“What say you ship out with us, lad?” John asked, looking at you. “I was just talking to (Y/N), and she’d love to have you along! Us three, full of ourselves and no ties to anyone!” Morph transformed into a hat, settling himself on Jim’s head.

“You know,” he said, taking off the hat, “when I got on this boat, I would have taken you up on that offer in a second. But I met an old cyborg and a girl who throws knives, and they taught me to chart my own course. That’s what I’m gonna do.”

“And what do you see, off that bow o’ yours?” John asked.

“A future.” Jim looked up from the open hatch, past John and to you. He smiled, and so did you. Maybe there was something about near-death experiences that made people oddly sappy.

“Look at you,” the cyborg laughed, “glowin’ like a solar fire the both o’ you! You’re somethin’ special, Jim. You’re gonna rattle the stars, you are.” He placed his arms around the boy, hugging him tightly. “Now,” he said after a moment, drawing back, “you look after my (Y/N), won’t you?”

“I don’t need looking after,” you grinned, punching his arm lightly, “and I’m not yours!”

“Ah, o’ course not,” he smiled, then coughed. “I ah, got a bit o’ grease in the old cyborg eye.” He turned away, wiping at his face.

“Wrong side,” you pointed out. Beside Jim, Morph let out a wail and collapsed into his hands as a puddle of water.

“Aw, Morph, I’ll seeya round!” Jim told him, and Morph mimicked it, then floated to join John. Hesitantly, experimentally, you slid an arm around Jim’s waist, and he patted your shoulder.

“Morphy, I got a job for you.” John said, holding up the little creature. “I need you to keep an eye on these two. Will you do that favour?”

Morph wriggled happily, nuzzling against John’s face and cooing. He zoomed over to you, hovering excitedly next to Jim.

“Oh, and one more thing!” John called as the longboat descended, “this is for your dear mother, to rebuild that inn of hers!” He tossed a handful of jewels and gold up to Jim, who caught them. He stared from the treasure to John, then to you, and back to the treasure.

“Stay outta trouble,” he said finally, “you old scallywag.”

“When have I ever done otherwise?” your friend called back, laughing as the longboat flew off into the orange dawn.

“So,” Jim said at last, “you burned down my mom’s inn.”

“It wasn’t me,” you protested, “Hands knocked over the lamp. We weren’t supposed to destroy the whole building, it just kinda—mff!” You were cut off by Jim’s lips on yours, but you didn’t mind. He was soft, you reflected as your arms snaked around his shoulders, though you wouldn’t dream of describing him as such to his face -- at least then. His skin was soft, his hair was soft, his mouth was soft, his hands on your cheeks -- though slightly calloused thanks to John’s never-ending stream of chores -- were soft. You kissed him back, breathing in the slightly singed smell of his hair and clothes. You could get used to this, you thought, could get used to him.

“Maybe don’t mention that to my mom when you meet her,” he said when you broke apart, “I don’t think she’d take it well.”

“Wait, I’m gonna meet your mom?” you asked, stepping backwards. You hadn’t thought that part through. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, I’m an ex-slave pirate who burned down her inn.”

“But she doesn’t have to know that, right?” he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.

“But what about—”

“Shh, it’ll be fine. She’ll love you, trust me.”

Chapter Ten

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carnivoreofthesea · 6 months

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in your swap AU; how does pike wizard/amber, slime wizard/goobert and most importantly (the precious and need to be protected) lonely wizard would look like ?

are they now grimora's pupils now or still with mags but they are now undead ?

HI OK IM SO EXCITED TO ANWSER THIS BECAUSE I AM SOOO SO NORMAL ABOUT IT HEHAHDJAKDJADJ!!!

THERES A LOTOF STUFF UNDER THE CUT

So with magmento (mags), I did originally plan to have his pupils be in the crypt but it was getting too long. They're grimmoras pupils traits, But they have His students names and a few key features.

Pike wizard -> Decapitated Scholar

"Do not pity me, It was all worth my while."

Being a mortician before she died, She had made new ways to cremate the dead and be preserved longer. However she ended up dying from a mixture of chemical poisoning after inhaling some of the ingredients used in said embalming and an unfortunate accident. Her skin had become more frail and she had restered her head on one of the spikes on her fence. Poor baby got impailed without even realising it :[. She hopes that she could use her body to make a less deadly way of preservation, To no avail yet. She looks pretty similar to normal Amber but instead of a helmet she wears a mourning veil! Also her little spike is a singular fence post that looks a lot more fancy. She has the same concept as Amber, Hurting herself to be more appreciated by her scrybe (although its more the concept of death she was trying to pay respects to) and still being in servitude when the player comes.

Goobert (my baby boy <3) -> Goo pile

"Please, Please! Arghhhh... Battle me! I'm promise I am more than just a gnarled mess!"

Died in a horrible accident, Something that contorted and squished him past being recognized. His death was more famous than the life he lived, So now he strives to be remembered for something other than his death! He's trying so hard, please just give him affection :[. a lil kissie on the head for always trying new things and working to be good at them! He looks pretty similar to goobert, if not more. Gross <3. I’M SORRY BUT HE WOULD BE NASTY… He would be a pile of just random sludge and liquids, if you’re lucky you could find bits of melted skin? Purrrhapes his ghostly body would piece itself together but even then he would look like a nasty little pile of grossness. I love you babay… but you are nasty.. I would still hold him though!! Just put the goofy goober in a jar again please.

Lonely wizard (ALSO MY BABAY!!) -> Loney Dominguez

"PLAY A GAME! PLEASE?! I need something to do!"

He was quite young when he died, Being a coma was terrible considering he was such a rambunctious kid! He couldnt see or hear or move, but he could feel his body and think. Even when he died, Magmento trapped him in his coffin out of fear. He's not good with kids... Especially ones that are 6 FEET TALL. That may have been related to his death but I haven't decided yet. Also think of just a huge coffin that's hidden away under the main room, the player finds it and he’s just like. “Oh yeah, that's the crazy kid, He bites. I think.” And then you just see the coffin violently shake and scream. He has normal anatomy and would just be a very VERY rotting body. Like yes, he has formed, just melty and turning into goop. Maybe a few bugs live with him so he isn’t as lonely… Also think it would be funny if he still had a hyper fixation about wizards out of spite. Let my baby like his wizards damnit.

James cobb -> James Hobbes

"Oh neat. A player, Let's do it."

A mellow player who died... How did he die? His tombstone says he drowned but he doesn't have any signs of it like the others do. In fact he might even tell you that it's fake. He won't tell you how he actually died but as long as it solves the puzzle who cares? He's probably the most normal guy you'll meet, Also is very tired. Like. let the guy nap. please. strangely modern. Uses slang and sometimes makes suggestive comments but he's a baby girl for that. He’s actually a fairly healthy corpse, Only slightly pale and occisonally goes stiff. His hands are deathly cold but at least his hair is still a bright red. Good for him! Good for him :].

GRIMETHS ARE SO SILLY PDSUIAUFHIUFHW MANIC LAUGHTER

James Cobb -> Kaycee Cobb

“Don’t you wonder what’ll happen? C’mon, I wanna find out.”

IM TALKING F. R. E. AY KAYYYY. SHE IS MY FAVORITE CAN YOU TELL BATTING MY EYELASHES SO MUCH WHEN I TALK ABOUT HER. ANyways she’s the sillayest wizard ever. She doesn’t take herself seriously and just straight up tells the player that she enjoys being stuck in there. Its literally her dream and she uses magic to fuck herself up. She can finally have gender goals of occasionally turb herself into whatever the fuck she wants! Don't like feeling of skin? SIMPLY BECOME A SKINLESS BEING FOR A LIL! god i love her sm… She definitely indulges in the whole wizard shit and has a whole over the top outfit. other than that still very greasy <3

Lonely wizard -> Royal Wizard (GOD I LOVE HIM)

“YARGGGG! WATCH ME SKILLS, YE LANDLUBBER!!”

Oh my god. Peek tism. Category five tism events. He's a pirate obsessed wizard who has a problem with summoning things. Specifically. a ford f150. vehicular manslaughter never ends. He's very confident in his skills and thinks he should be a head wizard or at the very least a card, However he can only do a few spells… God he’s so silly I love him. He's a low poly pirate that I’m thinking of making black. give mah boy some pirate dreads!!! Why? Because IT LOOKS COOL. Anyways he locked away in a ship in a bottle by Grimeth as a “final test”. He's never getting out.

Goobert -> Stinking mass

“Ohhhh… Yes… Perhaps I’ll cast a spell that will finally make me disappear..”

Oughhh… Gender dysophoria baby… I love you poor baby. Turned himself into a pile of… Something? Honestly he doesn't even know. His final test is to turn back, And he’s trying real hard! The thing is, It would probably be easier if he was going to transform into who originally was but he didn't like how liked he looked… He wants to transform into something better to prove himself to be better than how he looked. god my baby. i need to hold him.

Bone lord -> Eye.

Need I say more? Its a painted eye in a black room that speaks in fucking wing dings.

#inscryption #inscryption au #inscyption #inscryption swap au #swap au #au #alternate universe #oh my god i love them #ALSO ALREADY DRAWING BABAY GURL KAYCEES #I LOVE HWR SM #you dont understand #I LOVE HER #ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!#THIS WAS WONDERFUL ANON KISSING YOU!!#anon ask #anonymous #go submit asks!!!#ask #ask me anything

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I think way too much abt Sean's love life definitely not cause i wanna be involved in it and recently ive been thinking abt him introducing partners to the important people in his life

I apologize for subjecting you to this but you are basically the only active member of the Sifu fandom

Ok so i imagine he wouldnt introduce his partner to anyone if he wasnt serious abt them. The only way for anyone to know abt said partner before that is if they just happen to walk in on the two kissing or on a date

He would probably introduce his partner to Yang and maybe child!mc only because he knows (thinks) mc is too scared to tell his dad (who basically never knows abt his son's partners)

During the 8 years after the beginning of the game his relationships are honestly just a mess. I dont think he had any long-term or non-toxic relationships in general besides his disciples (which. I would argue is very toxic anyway) so his love life was. A trainwreck would probaably be an understatement.

Post-Sifu post-reconciliation hed probably be in a better space for relationships again. I do think hed then tell mc and yang of any love in his life but i also cant stop thinking abt yang receiving a wedding invitation from Sean and just needing to process the fact that sean was that serious abt someone and never introduced them. The betrayal.

Don’t apologize, anon!! I loved reading about your headcanons for Sean’s love life! 😊💗 I think my thoughts line up with yours a lot too – I can definitely see Sean only introducing his partners once he’s serious about them, and likely only to Yang and child!MC XD And Sean’s dad would NEVER know anything about Sean’s partners because Sean would cover all his tracks and bury all the evidence 😂

I agree with you that Sean would think child!MC is too scared to mention his partner; I like thinking that she wouldn’t be scared, but she’s more worried about losing Sean the same way she fears losing Yang (because he now has his own family, etc.). And Sean wouldn’t be as smooth when it comes to reassuring her because he sucks at dealing with feelings and expressing his own. Like, as blunt and straightforward as he is when talking, it’d be hard for him to just openly say that he cares about MC and won’t just ditch her, y’know?

Sean’s relationships following the massacre would absolutely be a wreck! 😂 I kinda feel bad for him there XD But the way he’s portrayed in the game just screams toxic love life to me, so you’re not alone there, anon!

Lololl I love your post-Wude idea about Sean getting married, it’s so funny and sweet! 😭 I can see Yang phoning up MC and being like, “Since when did Sean become emotionally mature?” And MC’s like, “Since I beat him within an inch of his life. You’re welcome.” loll

Thanks for sharing your ideas anon!! I had an absolute blast reading them! 💗💗

#asks #anon asks #sifu #sifu game

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aqua-dan · 9 months

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World's Finest: Teen Titans #1 Review

Now that the first issue of the series has been out for a while and I'm less concerned about spoilers, I felt like now would be the time to say a few things about the start of the series and get some of my opinions out there. There's a lot to say, so I suppose I'll split it up into pros, cons, and general commentary.

Pros

On the positive side, it's genuinely nice to see the Fab 5 + Karen together in a group again! No matter how much time goes on and no matter how many interpersonal issues the group has, they're still my favorite team.

It's nice to see all the different little references to the original series -- from one of their fights being against the Separated Man to the picture of the Flips up on the wall of their base, it does feel pretty nostalgic to someone who is a big fan of Teen Titans vol. 1!

The art is overarchingly pretty nice (although I wish I could hit the colorist over the head and scream at them that Garth's eyes are purple! NOT BLUE!)

Despite my nostalgia for the original series, I am finding myself being more ok with the changed lineup than I originally thought I'd be. Now, this obviously messes with some Titans history that I'm reluctant to give up, but it is nice to see Karen highlighted especially! I also think the inclusion of Golden Eagle was nice! He's probably one of the lesser known Teen Titans, so even seeing him show up was surprisingly pleasant.

Despite the fact that I do also have a slight complaint about it, I do think it's nice that they are leaning into popular slang and what is "cool and hip with the teens." To be honest, I think it could even be dialed up a notch! Bring out your inner Bob Haney!!

The ending to the first issue was also interesting! I like that they are setting up the major conflict but keeping it vague for right now. I'm genuinely excited to see how that progresses!

Cons

On the more negative side, there is also a lot to say. Some of it might be nitpicking, but I feel it's worth putting out there anyways. My biggest issue with the series thus far is that it feels too self aware. I know it's only the first issue, and I know that I just praised the references to the original series in the "pros" section, but in many ways I can't help but feel that the series is superimposing later versions of these characters onto their younger selves despite the story-beats that would cause them to act that way not having happened yet.

Just for example's sake, I think the way Batman is acting is a decent showcase for this. Not to say that he entirely wasn't strict before a certain time, but the extremely controlling and closed off way he's acting is far more in-line with post Death in the Family characterization, and not the time period in which Teen Titans vol. 1 would take place.

Not all of the characterization in that regards is bad -- after all, those traits need a base to develop from -- but in some cases it really feels too aware of how these characters would later become. Because of that, a lot of the dialogue and interactions feel sort of hollow and don't allow for much natural or nuanced progression.

Besides that, this series has really made me confused on the DC comics timeline. With the constant mentions of social media, livestreaming, and modern slang, it reads like it should be something set in present time aka 2023. But considering how this is a flashback, shouldn't this be set in the time of, like... Myspace? Shouldn't the slang be ever so slightly dated, and social media NOT be such a ubiquitous thing? Maybe I'm wrong and the current DC timeline is actually taking place in the future, but still, the over-modern nature of the writing feels a little bit jarring to me.

Speaking of jarring, there are a few details that felt super weird throughout the issue. Roy's comment about Ollie "taking him in from the streets" is jarring since I guess that means they're sticking with the N52 backstory for Roy, which.... ugh. The other things I find jarring are honestly just nitpicks. Without going into it too much, there were just a lot of small details that make my brain go, "hey! That's not how that happened! That's not correct!" Regardless, I need to remember that this isn't a part of the old continuity, so changes can be made whether I like it or not.

General Commentary

All in all I don't think it's a bad start to the series. As it continues, I really hope that things start to feel more authentic so that the series is actually able to develop both its own identity and develop these characters further than they have been before without feeling redactive. I sort of miss the small, homegrown feel of the original series, and how going from smaller missions to world ending events was genuinely a big change for many of the Teen Titans. I'm hoping that there are some more small moments going forward that keep it from getting too big too fast.

I think it's too early to judge the series more heavily, so for now I'm just eagerly awaiting the next issue so we can see how it's going to hold up in the long run.

#Dan Says Shit #World's Finest: Teen Titans #Dick Grayson #Roy Harper #Garth #Donna Troy #Wally West #Karen Beecher #Comics Reviews

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Ya’ll I’m not gonna lie, I’m actually thinking about making a Monsters Inc/University oc

I did this monster oc challenge from tiktok a while back and now I’m like “yk what? Let’s make them a monsters inc character”

Everybody meet Atlas

-They’re kind of a mix between a sea monster and a scorpion except their species can go on land and in water

-Randall’s childhood best friend and went to MU with him

-Met Randall in elementary school when he was getting bullied and they (formerly she) beat the bullies with a book

-Used to be a feisty and sassy little shit who would gladly pick a fight but has since matured and become more of a hippie…who would still pick a fight if you messed with their friends. Their heart is in the right place, they just don’t make the best decisions

If you don’t believe me, this was Atlas’ reaction when Randall was kicked out of ROR

- Was a business major in MU but didn’t know what kind of business they wanted to run

-Friend of Art and Squishy during the events of MU (they think Art’s funny and they must protect Squishy at all costs)

-Was NOT proud of Randall when they saw what ROR did to Oozma Kappa at the party and they even confronted Johnny about it

To be more specific, after OK ran out, they (having been a new friend of Art) stomped to ROR and was all “What the hell did you do that for?! What have they ever done to you?!”. After Johnny and Chet told them some bs excuse like “Lighten up, it’s just a prank” and “They’ll never be scary, anyway”, Atlas told them that while they aren’t the scariest monsters around, they’re still the nicest, most hardworking people in school if you got to know them. “They’re better monsters than you jerks will EVER be!”. Then Johnny would say something even more condescending and douchey that ultimately gets himself punched in the face (and Chet punted across the room).

Thankfully, Randall camouflaged himself to avoid both the verbal beating and the embarrassment (cuz if ROR figured out he and Atlas were friends, he’d be kicked out of the fraternity for sure). But he did show himself when Atlas was leaving and the two had a little spat. Randy begged Atlas to just let it go while Atlas argued how wrong it was to do them dirty. It gets to the point where Atlas does the somewhat cliche “You’re not the person I remember” thing, which sours their friendship

-It’s okay though, cuz after Randall gets kicked out of ROR post Scare-games, he goes back to his old dorm and sees Atlas as his new roomate. They make up and still remain best friends to this day

They also made their friendship known to ROR, who are now afraid of them due to Atlas kicking them where the sun doesn’t shine. Nobody messes with either of them now

-I’m thinking Atlas gets banished sometime before the events of Monsters Inc. They were a secretary in the company (either working alongside Celia or they worked on her days off) and somehow found out Waternoose’s true colors after catching him doing something to “save the company” (it wasn’t the scream extractor but it was definitely illegal). Instead of reporting it to the cops or something like that, they decided to confront Waternoose themselves, leading to a fight where Waternoose ends up pushing Atlas through a door, thus banishing them. They eventually get un-banished after the events of MI, but oh boy is Randall in for a surprise

Living in the human world (in a bayou to be exact) is the reason they went from a little shit to a hippie

They have sort of a reputation, where they’re known as “The Beast in the Bayou”

-They can live anywhere as long as there’s a body of water nearby. Whether it’s the ocean or a lake or a river or even a creek in a forest, as long as there’s water, they’ll be just fine

-That tentacle hair can move on its own. It has done some damage

-When they (and possibly Randall) get un-banished, they once again become a receptionist

Or maybe they own a hippie boutique, haven’t decided

#the eyes are supposed to be more emerald but this is the closest i could get in the picrew #rambling in a dead fandom/lh #oc #monsters inc #monsters university #randall boggs

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m34gs · 1 year

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An Anon ask from someone you definitely don't know, I swear.

Tell us your head canons for Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach 👀

Well, I wonder who this could be from. Hmmm. Not a clue. No idea at all. (based on this post)

Thank you for the ask, anon! It's been a hot minute since I talked about Bleach and Ichigo Kurosaki :D I have a few headcannons about Ichigo and I am rather excited to share them! (some of these are pretty heavy and serious headcannons...sorry, not sorry😅)

PTSD and Night-terrors: Ichigo has both. From flashbacks, to angry outbursts, to panic attacks, to waking up screaming in the middle of the night from a dream he can't even remember. Sometimes it's things directly related to Aizen, Ywach, and the wars. Sometimes, it's little things: a flash of something shiny moving too fast in the corner of his vision, an innocent noise from a tv show that sounds like a hollow, or even just not knowing where his sisters are when they're late in coming home. This boy literally died and became a hollow (briefly). There's no way he doesn't struggle with PTSD and/or night terrors.

Fear of Becoming a Parent: Let's be real. Even with a loving father, and knowing how much his mother loved him, Ichigo is probably gonna have issues. He's going to worry about another life to protect. He's going to stress and probably think "How can I be a dad, when I can barely get my shit together" every time he has a melt-down from one of his PTSD triggers. I would find it highly unlikely that anyone who's been through what he has would feel really confident in parenting. There's also the fact that Isshin, while definitely trying his best to parent and at the same time pretend he doesn't know anything about Soul Society, wasn't exactly the greatest dad to Ichigo. I just don't think he gave his son a lot of emotional support through the series, and I think that really messed with Ichigo's head. I don't think Ichigo would see him as a role model for parenting.

Substance Use Disorder: in the form of: addiction. I think, building on my other headcannons, Ichigo is probably not gonna cope very well. (We've seen how badly shit went down in the Fullbringer Arc. This boy has Issues and No Coping Skills whatsoever.) Whether he gets an addiction to some sort of drugs (probably pain killers or something else he has easy access to) or alcohol, I think he'll need a serious wake-up call (probably from Chad) before he's able to get through the addiction.

Fear of Being Alone: I think he would be very afraid of being left out and alone again. Especially after the Fullbringer arc. He can't handle not being able to protect his friends or family.

Let's have a couple slightly more light-hearted, not-so-heavy ones, lol:

Forgetting what's normal: I think Ichigo has been so wrapped up in fighting Hollows and Aizen and working with Soul Society for so long now, and through so many large events with so many people changing sides, that he sometimes forgets what is normal conversation for regular people. This leads to some very odd/concerning conversations that leave others wide-eyed and going 'what the fuuuuuuuck' and leave us, the audience, in stitches laughing. ("How did you and Grimmjow meet, Kurosaki?"/ "He tried to kill one of my best friends and then kidnapped the other one. We beat the shit out of each other"/ "...what")

Suspicion: Ok, so Ichigo has been burned so many times by someone promising him something or pretending to guide him, only to then turn around and demand something or betray him or some other form of deception. So, I think he'd be Extra Suspicious of people, especially in positions of authority. Which means, I'm picturing him going to university and the prof going "this assignment is worth 10% of your grade" and Ichigo going "Is it? Is it really? You're not gonna make it 20% at the last minute, are you? Hmmmm??? HMMMMM???????" except you know, in his Ichigo way. Meaning. He'll probably corner the prof after lecture and intimidate the shit out of him. Poor little old professor. Or: Other Professor: "As long as you follow what I say, you will do just fine and pass this class easily". Ichigo: "Fuck that" /does the opposite. gets a bad grade. Shocked Pikachu emoji/ LOL.

Tiredness x 1000: Ok, so this one is kind of not funny but also kind of funny. I think that due to being wired all the time from adrenaline and such, and not being able to get a good night's sleep, Ichigo is exceedingly tired. Always. And that leads to slightly funny (but also realistically dangerous) things on the surface because he becomes That Friend who will fall asleep on anything as long as the surface is vaguely horizontal. In class. In the cafeteria. While shopping with friends. On a train. On a bus. On the sidewalk. In the Park. On a bench. In a pool. Upside Down. One time, he falls very deeply asleep in the middle of a spar with Grimmjow, and Grimmjow freaks out and thinks he's actually killed Kurosaki. Grimmjow panics and starts planning the funeral to calm himself down. When Ichigo wakes up, Grimmjow is so relieved but also annoyed because how Dare he fool Grimmjow, that he kicks Ichigo.

Thanks again for the ask, anon! Hope you enjoyed these headcannons!!!

#asks #anon #headcannons #bleach #kurosaki ichigo #ichigo headcannons #bleach headcannons #heavy topics #addiction #ptsd #sleep disorders #night terrors

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croissantconnoisseurdinosaur · 1 year

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Bullet-pointed BSD Soukoku Fluff/Angst (Lovers to Enemies)

EXTREME TW FOR SH AND A FUCKED UP WAY OF THINKING ABOUT IT

OK so here’s the fic (but in bullet point format because I have no bandwidth for a BSD ao3 project. As always with my little Tumblr posts like these, if somebody chooses to take my idea and run with it I fully encourage it, just send it to me so I can see it!)

- Soukoku are newly partnered but have also had some time to get on each other’s nerves just enough that they’ve started to bond; 16ish.

- They start to develop an interesting relationship that’s 89% rivalry, 11% something, and those scales are tipping more and more each day.

- Eventually (I cannot physically bring myself even in bullet-point-format to come up with the “how”, I'm keeping my sanity far away from that traumatic mess), but Chibi finds out that Dazai is... not very nice to himself.

- Quick bonus bonus bullet point: I know Dazai mentions all the time that he hates pain, but as a teen I don’t think he’d developed that distinction yet. AND! The events of this fic kind of explain why he ends up adapting that (grace? kindness for himself? wtf do I even call it?) mindset, because of the healing he and Chuuya do together. I feel like even years later after everything went to shit and they go ghost on each other for a while, Dazai still remembers this. (Lovers to Enemies, but you can’t help but still love someone who made you a better person...)

- Anyway back to the plot.

- He expects screaming, or disgust, or some kind of negativity that would sabotage the tiny little seedling of their budding friendship/awkward-teen-mutual-crush-thing.

- Instead, Chuuya cleans him up, and he does it so gently Dazai swears he’s never felt anything more Euphoric in his life.

- Here comes the TW, as if it wasn’t already bad so far

- He becomes addicted to the recovery process, and starts doing it more and more, in worse and more creative ways, getting himself more and more fucked up so that Chuuya has to treat him more and more gently the more and more he’s damaged himself.

(If I were really writing this out this part would be super detailed with a lot of examples, I feel)

- Chuuya notices, and he knows what’s going on. How do you bring this up to someone who would shatter into a million pieces if it were to be said out loud?

- A big fight ensues, honestly probably kinda toxic, I bet Chuuya accuses him of manipulating him into babying him -- which is definitely what is happening, but still, ouch..

- After they fight, they apologize. And Dazai feels truly and utterly empty. Verbal apologies are nothing compared to the way Chuuya runs warm water across red until it turns pink, or the way he holds him desperately like he needs to memorize the shape of his body before it’s gone forever.

- But then, something happens.

- Chuuya gets wounded on a mission, and for once they can’t bring it to Mori.

- He had gotten hurt because the two of them had disobeyed orders, and they could be executed if they mafia found out what they’ve done but Chibi is in grave condition.

- Dazai is frantic as he drags Chuuya back to their shared apartment, struggling to keep him conscious while also struggling to hold his body up, while also struggling to syphon off some pretty serious bleeding. He panics, but he has to persevere. He starts to hear himself say some of the same things Chuuya has said to him -- in the exact same voice. He realizes with horror that this is what Chuuya feels, every time. He feels almost embarrassed by it because of course it would feel like this, why wouldn’t it? Especially after all they’ve gone through, and how beautifulyl their relationship had blossomed recently -- why wouldn’t it feel like one was absolutely dying seeing the other in a state like this?

- Dazai is panicked, he is apologizing profusely but for what he isn’t sure, he is begging Chuuya to stay with him as he patches him up as best as he can.

- Once things calm down and it’s clear Chibi is going to be okay, Dazai has the sickening realization that the relief he feels is nothing like the relief he feels on the other side of the equation. Usually he feels warm, and cared for, and loved; but now he just feels drained, and shaky, and paranoid. He could swear he felt grief, despite Chibi being right there: breathing sharply, gasping softly, eyes screwed shut and face still contorted in pain as he struggled to relax against Dazai’s shoulder with his hands violently shaking in his lap.

- Dazai didn’t want this. He didn’t want Chibi to feel like this.

- He feels powerless, and useless, like nothing he could do would be good enough to help, no matter how much he desperately, violently, frantically wishes there was anything he could do. He hurts for Chibi, and that is an immeasurable pain incomparable to anything he’d ever felt before.

- He didn’t want himself to feel like this.

- And it’s not lost on him that this sick, disgusting, twisty feeling in his gut is what Chuuya feels every time the tables are turned. And he hates himself for it.

- He confesses everything to Chuuya: his pain, his apologies; how much he wishes he could help, and how sorry he is that he can’t; how he will never forgive himself for never realizing what he put Chuuya through every time.

- They hash it out. They talk about it, and Dazai breaks down and has a moment of vulnerability admitting that he had developed such little regard for his own well being he didn’t care what he did anymore as long as it got Chuuya caring for him in the end. He admits it’s selfish. He admits a part of him knew he was doing it all along. He apologizes.

- The two of them basically confess their love for one another (without that word because they are the way they are), and Chuuya points out that they don’t need an excuse to take care of one another. There doesn’t have to be anything wrong for them to look out for each other.

- Dazai feels almost stupid that he hadn’t come to that realization on his own. They’re exhausted. They fall asleep with the promise of a new day.

- Cue days, into months, into years of cooked meals without being asked, offers to bathe one another and wash each other’s hair after a disgusting work day (and even sometimes just because), tight hugs out of the blue, promises of undying affection at the most inappropriate and irritating of times, the comfort and warmth of waking up in each other’s arms, and kisses on scars that faded with time and never returned.

- They both learn to love and be loved without fear, without excuses.

- Years later, Dazai leaves the Port Mafia, and he is ripped from Chuuya’s life without any explanation and it hurts.

- He wants to hate him -- and he says he does -- but deep down he can’t. They became better people because of one another. And the unwavering core of their relationship stuck with the both of them long after the other had gone -- each slowly (in their own ways) rebuilding and replastering over the crumbled relics of hollow spaces, now thick and bubbling like scar tissue, like wounds long since healed from battles that made 'em stronger --

- “You don’t need an excuse to be loved.”

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megaawkwardhuman · 10 months

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throughout my days posting to tumblr I try my best to not be an angy little dumbass cuz nobody like hearing people bitch

BUT OH MY GOD THIS ARTICLE

really REALLY important thing to note: I've said it before on here that guillermo is a character that I love dearly. for a fictional character he's really important to me. I wish I was joking when I say he's help me process shit in the past and made me feel overall better about myself in a weird way? I see a lot of myself in that queer little man

BTW I'M AWARE THIS PROBABLY ISN'T HEALTHY AND WEIRD BUT IT'S TRUE (plz don't judge me)

so I'm a bit biased here

this isn't an anti keeping guillermo human post, this is all word vomit, I have nothing personally against whoever wrote this, and nobody should attack this person (if they are a person? this sounds like it was written by an ai)

oh yeah and there's the real chance this was written by an ai and I'm getting mad at a glorified calculator but oh my god I just need to scream rn let me have this

ok with all of that out of the way HI HI HEY HEY HELLOOOOOOOOOO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST READ!!?!??!

the fact they get wrong, the bad takes, the headache this is giving me WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!?!? IEUWHJUOFEBK2HODPPIHDWIWINDWIINDWPQ

I could break down EVERY LITTLE THING wrong with this but I don't have the time, energy, or brain cells to annotate and dunk on everything this article gets wrong (plus if this is written by an ai like I suspect there's no real point) BUT WHAT I DO HAVE TIME FOR IS JUMPING HEAD FIRST INTO MY MAIN FUCKING ISSUE

now look look LOOK I get people wanting to keep guillermo human I REALLY DO if you think that way that's fine

hell if done right I AM DOWN FOR IT

BUT FUCKING EXCUSE ME!?!!?!

UH NO THE FUCK IT WOULDN'T????

starting with this: UGH BRUH TF?

BESTIE HUH?!?!?!?

yeah it would be interesting but even if they for whatever reason made him a normal plain basic ass vampire THAT COULD STILL BE INTERESTING

seeing a character go from wanting to be a vampire to killing them when need be to now BEING a vampire is interesting, seeing how his dynamics get fucked with be interesting, seeing him learn how to fully be a vampire (something we only really got a glimpse of back in season 1) would be interesting, HAVING HIM FACE CONSEQUENCES FOR BEING A SLAYER TURNED VAMPIRE OR HAVING TO FACE HIM KILLING VAMPIRES IN THE PAST WOULD BE INTERESTING!!!!!!

but but BUUUUUT HERE'S THE THING

EVEN IF HE CAN TURN INTO A VAMPIRE HE'S MORE LIKELY THAN NOT GONNA BE MORE THAN JUST A VAMPIRE

we don't know what the slayer blood will do to the turning process SO EVEN IF IT TAKES LONGER THEN EXPECTED IT WILL BE INTERESTING TO SEE WHAT KIND OF MESSED UP VAMPIRE HE'LL BE IF HE CAN BECOME ONE

like the slayer blood leaves SO SOOOOOOO much room for opportunity if they're concerned with him "being boring" (I feel like being boring would be impossible with the whole slayer thing and the fact that something is always going wrong with him) as just another main vampire

NOW LET'S GET INTO WHY NO: HAVING GUILLERMO BECOME A VAMPIRE WOULDN'T BE FUCKING UP ALL OF THAT PROGRESS HE MADE!

ah yes the block of text that got me to read this

BECOMING A VAMPIRE WOULDN'T CHANGE OR BETRAY ANY OF THAT!

HE'LL STILL GROW JUST NOT AS A HUMAN, HE'S STILL A WARRIOR, ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT FREDDIE? THAT SHIT IS DONE AND OVER WITH, AND BECOMING A VAMPIRE WOULDN'T MAKE HIM UN COME OUT TO HIS FAMILY OR SOMETHING?????

sure most of that wouldn't have happened if he went on the trip back in season 3 BUT THAT'S LONG DONE AND OVER WITH MY GUY WE'RE ENTERING SEASON 5 NOW

next point: him becoming a vampire also wouldn't be him "giving up" IF ANYTHING WITH THE WAY IT WAS FRAMED IT WOULD BE A STEP FORWARD FOR HIM SINCE IT'S HIM DIRECTLY TAKING HIS LIFE INTO HIS OWN HANDS AND NOT WAITING FOR OTHER PEOPLE TO TAKE THE INITIATIVE

he saw a problem in the house and he saw nobody was going to do anything about it so instead of doing what he would have done a season ago and waiting he took matters into his own hands

AND IF HE ENDS UP WALKING AWAY FROM THIS SEASON A VAMPIRE OF ANY FLAVOR HE'S PROBABLY STILL GOING TO MAKE PROGRESS

as a vampire no matter how messy the process is HIS CONFIDENCE WILL BE AT LEAST A LITTLE BOOSTED DUE TO THE FACT HE'S ON A MORE LEVEL PLAYING FIELD MINIMUM

IT MIGHT TAKE A BIT OF TIME BUT OVER ALL HIM BECOMING A VAMPIRE WON'T BE A STEP IN THE WRONG DIRECTION

(KEEPING HIM HUMAN WOULDN'T BE A STEP IN THE WRONG DIRECTION EITHER BTW I CAN SEE WHY THEY WOULD GO THAT ROUTE)

and finally a point I can kinda see: him being accepted as only just a human WOULD be nice

he's worked hard to get respect and he's slowly getting it as he moves from familiar to bodyguard to at this point being just guillermo

BUT HERE'S THE THING: THEY DO TO SOME DEGREE RESPECT HIM ALREADY

the baby colin stuff gave him the respect of laszlo, nadja respects him enough to trust him with the money of the nightclub (yeah it was all cuz of a deal he made with her but if he saw him as fully lesser she would have put up more of a fight ageenst testing a human with the club's money) and the time they spent in england while it didn't make them exstreamly close did to some degree made them closer, nandor at this point mostly if not fully respects him, and colin... well we don't know how he'll treat him but if anything carried over from the baby colin shit he should at least give a crumb of a shit about him!

and yeah I do like seeing guillermo navigate around being a human amount vampires

BUUUUUUT it's kinda getting old in my opinion?

like I do like seeing it don't get me wrong but idk I want it shaken up a bit?

and yeah the whole turning gone wrong will do that but after that what then?

this article is trying to say hey let guillermo become a full on slayer cuz that's his true potential

and yeah I love seeing him be a little murder boy that's also not who he is at his core?

even when he's killing vampires left and right it's never out of a hatred for vampires it's so that he can protect others

if anything a human guillermo's full potential wouldn't be just killing cuz his blood says so it would be to protect

now if guillermo became a vampire that would obviously shake shit up a bit

and while I'm down plain jane by the end he's a normal vampire guillermo I've always been team fucked up dhampire guillermo

cuz let's face it guillermo fitting neatly (or mostly neatly) into a vampire human binary is really fucking boring (OR AT LEAST IN MY OPINION)

having him take a long time or need an unusual means to turn him which leads to him not fitting into the label of human or vampire would to me be an amazing way to go about this

in fact the thing I hate the most about this article is the fact that him ending up with a dhampire isn't spoken as a possibility AT ALL (unless I missed it but I fucking refuse to read that dumpster fire again)

having him be a dhampire would address many of the issues this person has with guillermo becoming a vampire

it would make him stand out, it would test him, it would lead to growth, and it wouldn't be boring and leave him with more to do as he figures out his new unique identity with the others

in conclusion: I spent WAY WAAAAY too much time on this

I'm going to slam my face into some grass now

#edit: ever since I've written this my opinion on this article has change and I honestly don't know why I pissed me off so much #buuut to me it's kinda funny to keep this up soooo enjoy this shit show if you wanna XD #my head hurts why tf did I write this?#also due to how much I wrote I only kinda re read what I wrote #so this is PURE word garbage #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #guillermo de la cruz #if AND ONLY IF this was written by an ai can I meet this ai in a denny's parking lot I wanna fist fight it #if this was written by a human hi hey sorry article person plz don't hurt me :)

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