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intheshadowsbehindyou · 2 months

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Heyyy love you’re work! I strive to be a good writer like yourself one day! I was thinking how would the mercs react to a goth person like myself:) it’s okay if you don’t wanna do this! Have a love day!

I think to sum it up, all of them are completely clueless and stupid but could care less.

The TF2 Mercs reacting to a reader who is goth

WARNING: stupid idiots

Scout:

- Huh… A little interested occasionally, looking up and down you while he thinks you’re not looking. Not really much of a reaction other than the typical awkward glances people give goths to admire them for a spilt second.

- Has no fucking clue what kind of style that is. It isn’t his preference for sure but it looks good on you and that’s all that matters. Bullies you for something completely unrelated to the fact you’re goth probably.

- “Hey! Nice fuckin’ shirt chucklehead! Where’d you get that one? Grandma’s couch?” He says when he sees you in a somewhat ‘conforming’ outfit for once. He’s gotten so used to you wearing your usual, that he doesn’t hesitate to pick on you for not being edgy enough. It’s a pride issue for him. Normally Scout would wear stuff shamelessly and the fact you aren’t yourself right now is giving him vibes that you might have grown insecure in some way. He genuinely thinks this’ll help you. Backwards elementary school logic.

- He can’t show appreciation without being a massive fucking dickhead. It’s a certified scout L moment. At least his heart is in the right place I guess?

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Solider:

- Ingeniously freaks the fuck out because he thinks you’re one of Merasmus’ weird ghost apparitions. Nearly grabs you and beats the shit out of you in fear because he owes that wizard around $200 after a grenade-down-the-toilet incident and he doesn’t want to pay. Engineer and Pyro have to pull him off you. I am literally so sorry.

- “MOTHER OF JUDAH, PRIVATE! YOU LOOK LIKE A MORTUARY ASSISTANT BATHED IN BLEACH!” He announces. You have no idea if that was a compliment or not. It’s hard to tell. Soldier then quickly assumes you’re a weird offshoot of the hippie culture and you’re here to sell him weed. Aaahh there it is. Blissful stupid ignorance.

- After promptly explaining what you are, he nods slowly. Slapping you on the back heartily. “ALRIGHT PRIVATE! You’re clear. Didn’t know there was such thing as a goth.. Hippies sure are getting creative.” Idiot. Complete moron. Still thinks you’re a weird looking hippie. Just one who won’t sell him weed nor harbor the evil tendencies of one. What are these evil tendencies he speaks of? He can’t answer you.

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Demoman:

- Ignores you completely. You’re just another person to him with their own preferences in attire. This guy still gets stares in the supermarket for being a massive black dude. He knows what it’s like to stand out, explosively. Get it?

- Well.. At first he ignores you. But if you insist on wearing your style on the battlefield he’ll be a little impressed to say the least. Demoman likes confidence. He whistles to get your attention from the backlines and raises a drink to you. “Keep at it! Show ‘em with your damned fangs! Maul those wee willy fucks straight to the—“ He gets hit by a train mid taunt. You stare blankly at the sight. Deadass no clue how to respond. You’re in awe at his lack of self preservation for one thing.

- Demoman is in the kitchen that night drinking god knows what brand of alcohol this time. He sees you and goes “AAAYY! There’s that crazy son of a betch wit’ the victorian thing goin on. Cheers to you.” He compliments. It’s not a heckle. It’s genuine admiration for your shamelessness. Being weird in that way is the easiest way to get on his good side.

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Engineer:

- No response. Much like Demoman’s lack of response. Looks at you for maybe two seconds then looks away to avert any suspicions he’s trying to be rude. Calls you stupid nicknames like ‘ghost getter’ and “Weirdest display of caltholicsm he’s ever seen.’ …. Wait a second that last one wasn’t a nickname.

- You’ll rarely get any comments about the matter to him. He’s too busy with other stuff to make fun of something so particular. Especially something that doesn’t concern him. (Not to say he doesn’t love insulting people’s looks from time to time. But you’re a teammate! You’re on his side!) If you have a counterpart on the enemy team then by god he won’t hold back on the roasts. Everybody gets fuckin’ spat upon regardless of who they are. He makes fun of everybody equally.

- Asks you if his creations are nifty. For some reason he mistakes you with Steampunk full on old dad style because he’s “heard about ‘em darn tootin kids and their crazy fashion in the newspapers.” And thinks he’s somehow relating to you. That you have a common interest. You have to suppress your laugh here. Same energy as pokey-man. Cornflake’s confused but he has the spirit. The whole culture explained to him is when he starts fucking assuming you’re catholic by the way.

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Heavy:

- Concerned at first. “Who in your family is died..?” He asks after awkward silence on the bench. He has his eyebrow raised in intrigue. “Was it murder? Heavy will crush them for you.” He offers. He had good experiences with you beforehand so he has no reason not to offer such things. Heavy mistakes your attire for mourning attire.

- You sheepishly explain to this old dude why you were sporting full on black. Expecting a weird or strong response back. To your surprise he just shrugs and looks away again with a gruff “Hm.”

- He then looks at you again after a few more minutes and sluggishly asks you a barrage of typical old man questions when they don’t understand something dark and gritty. “So do you live in a big haunted mansion?” “Do you have some pet bats? Do you like scary music?” “What do you do as a hobby when you’re this?” And other things in broken english. Each answer seems to get through to him and make him either nod or shrug. He’s very cooperative and trying to understand. Seems to not like the idea of himself sporting such things and feels the need to mention that to you for some reason. Give this guy a makeover and he’ll begrudgingly cooperate.

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Pyro:

- Pyro gasps childishly when he sees you. Each little spot of black or dark hue on you is showing up the direct opposite in their point of view. You have rainbow hair, rainbow everything. They think you’re a candy princess/prince/monarch that’s come on a white stallion. They’re giddy with excitement and jump up and down. Clapping their hands.

- You’re throughly confused. But you figured it was because Pyro had never seen someone wear something like this before. “It’s goth, Pyro. You like it?” You ask. Pyro glomps you. Straight up fucking hug tackles you and spins you around like an unfortunate house cat who’s just been spotted in the street by a stranger.

- You’ve become the rainbow unicorn candy ruler of all imagination and happiness and you don’t know how or why but you accept your fate. Pyro has made you a throne out of candy wrappers and you feel guilty often if you don’t use it. You got to admit a lot of unnecessary work went into that thing. Same with the crown he provided you. (It’s an actual crown made of diamonds and you don’t wanna know where they got it.)

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Sniper:

- You swear you just saw a shocked blush crawl across his face. But he looked away before you could take a good look behind those sunglasses of his. Sniper’s unironically attracted to the aesthetic on other people and he secretly thinks it’s a fine piece of art but isn’t willing to admit it. He always had a thing for edginess and overall darkness. Sniper listens pretty frequently to early rock on his camper’s radio and doesn’t shy away from the occasional greaser jacket.

- “Nice look, mate..” He says on one of his good days. He plays off as indifferent and nonchalant but you can tell he’s hiding his slight interest in being your friend. Every little attempt to ignore you reeks of ‘come get me.’ Sniper’s social ineptitude is just sad at this point. Eventually you just shake your head and smile lovingly and accept his stupid efforts. Your suspicions are eventually proven correct when he accepts a drink with you.

- Hyperfixates on you like you’re some sort of fucking anime character. Can’t get the way you express yourself out of his head. You’re the most colorful thing in this godforsaken desert and that says a lot because you wear black.

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Medic:

- No. No. no. Anything but him. ANYTHING BUT HIM. DEAR GOD PLEASE!!

- Prepare to get bombarded by a tsunami of questions that extend into two hours. Medic cannot control his curiosity and at one point asks you multiple times if you’re a demon or something because of how excited he is. The others rarely see him act like a puppy this much. His evil autism is activated. Turn tail and run. He’s sort of bouncing on his heels. It kinda reminds you of Pyro.

- “Oohohohoho! What an extraordinary specimen! Your oddities will surely aid in my understanding of how psychology works! Here! Sign this paper that says you acknowledge any drugs I pump into you aren’t supported by the FDA!” He hands you a clipboard and bounces again wildly. His happiness is rather contagious and you blindly sign it because you’re too focused on his child like energy and how adorable it is. He’s like a teenage girl who’s seen her fucking idol for the first time. “You see our aesthetics and personal preferences for color appear quite differently from person to person and depending on how you grew up—!” He goes on a psychology rant.

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Spy:

- He’s judging you. It’s as clear as day. He’s walking around you and examining your attire with his hands behind his back. As if you were some prized show breed who was being accessed for the finals. He lifts an arm up, tsks when he sees the seams in your clothing and disappointedly glares at you. Then just straight up walks away. By far one of the weirdest responses you’ve ever gotten. But then again should you be surprised? Spy is a drama queen and all you needed to do was take one good look at him to know that.

- Next thing you know, you have an entire box full to the brim of more gothic clothes off to the side of your bed when you wake up the next day. There wasn’t any letter nor indication of who it was. Which rather indirectly told you who it was. All the clothing was super, super expensive and straight up unreachable in some way. You find it especially alarming how it’s basically an entire box of things you personally expressed wanting to the other guys but couldn’t obtain due to the price. You swore Spy wasn’t there during that time.

- Ugh.. Of course. It’s all clear to you now. He hated the state of your current clothing and to save his poor snobbish eyes he bought you an entire wardrobe of it, he even bothered making outfits folded nearly together and they made sense. Which made you hate him more.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #mod spy #medic x reader #spy x reader #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #sniper x reader #tf2 fanfiction

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aballadforbarbatos · 9 months

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Obey Me! Crushes on Social Media

includes the dateables as well as the brothers, so i'm adding a cut because it feels pretty long. the "social media" in question is just dewitter (twitter) and devilgram (instagram) because that's the socials i know the most about using :)

i was tempted to come up with some demon version of linkedin for lucifer though LOL

does lucifer own social media? devilgram doesn’t count, he can’t anonymously post about his inner feelings there. vague tweets (deweets?) about you. so vague that he’ll show you later and you’ll be like “what the hell this sounds more like one of your brothers than me. nice hair today? are you talking about asmo?”

mammon WISHES he could relate. mammon tweets about you every five seconds that’s how bad he is over you. lives in the same house as you and couldn’t send you a single friend request on anything, OR follow you first

leviathan is JUST as bad as mammon, please do not point it out to him. has no friends but if they ever stumbled across his dewitter account they’d KNOW who it is. it’s not fair that mammon can spend so much time with you and it’s not suspicious. you looked so pretty today. and yesterday. and you will forever and ever and he knows this because it’s you.

satan takes a picture of you and writes a cute little book quote that he thinks describes you perfectly. he shows you the post, all ready to hit send- you laugh and hit the button for him. it becomes kind of a joke between you, except that he’s dead serious, scouring through books for the perfect line for his perfect person. all his followers think he’s in a relationship with you, and he’s not about to say otherwise.

asmodeus has his personal devilgram account, but he definitely has a second account dedicated to fashion. you’re forced to model more and more outfits so that he can post them. definitely puts things like “look at MY pretty model” in the captions. he already has enough problems with his brothers, he doesn’t need other demons snooping around you too.

beelzebub doesn’t mess around. he doesn’t outright tell you either though- for obvious reasons. for every post you make he’s the first like and the first comment- although it’s typically riddled with typos since he’s normally eating when you post. he doesn’t really pay attention to his own social media accounts, but he never ever fails to pay you a compliment or well wish, even when he’s in the middle of something important. if only you took it as something beyond being a good friend.

belphegor- social media who? he HAS it, technically. it’s drier than australia and there are definitely cobwebs on his page, visible or not. the last post was also his first post: "..." if he ever makes a second post, it'll be when he wakes up and can't get back to sleep. upon posting “mc.” he finds he’s already drifting off, back to the sweet embrace of dreams and rest.

barbatos tweets “going through it” and then nothing else when he has a crush on you. rts it every once in a while when the pining gets particularly bad. once he typed out “GOING THRU IT” but never sent it. tweets “got through it” when the crush leaves him (never) or you pick him.

diavolo starts a “fan-page” of you. takes at least ten pictures of you every time you’re together and says that it’s for his fan-page on devilgram. the first time you heard this you were like “weird, but definitely not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me here! you do you boo <3”. fan-page of you- for who? nobody but him.

simeon is AWFUL with technology. it truly is a miracle that he manages to use devilgram. nonetheless, he does his best, and is always taking photos and posting them, typically with the caption "i thought you might like this :) @/mc". you respond eagerly, and at least one demon tries to remind you two that this can be a conversation in dms. neither of you pay attention to this reminder, and simeon invites you to the place that he took the picture. he later posts a picture of you lightly kissing his cheek. the demons become on very high alert after that.

solomon isn't subtle. "me, myself and mine" is the caption when he posts a picture of you and him together, and he tags every single demon brother and the royals and simeon, just for good measure. you laugh it off and comment "mine :)" underneath it. solomon gets a target on his back for an entire week before you clarify it was just a joke. this cycle repeats every couple of months as he tries to get more and more flirty comments out of you- when you post a picture of you kissing him with the caption "now shut up", he does. it's almost like an act of god.

bonus: LUKE only really has devilgram. he was worried about an "age limit" and it took diavolo, simeon, and barbatos to reassure him. lucifer tried to help but it just made everything worse. you're the first comment on all of his devilgram posts. any time you're not, you're apologising profusely, and he says it's all the demon brothers' fault, and you say yes it's all the demon brothers' fault. and then you spend the entire afternoon at purgatory hall. solomon takes great joy in rubbing this in their faces.

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blue-howlite · 1 year

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Being Jaha Lee's significant other headcanons.

You being in a relationship with this walking menace but it's his second life.

Author note: I just want to awaken the Jaha Lee simps out there, I need someone to talk about him and simps are the best when it comes to talking about fictional characters.

So, in a way or the other you ended up in a relationship with this absolute menace. Good luck.

Because he has the habit of killing people just because he feels like that, so you either don't care about it or you'll have to always be vigilant to save people.

Aside from that, let's imagine the actual relationship.

First of all: he confessed before you.

I can imagine it as a completely normal day, you're doing your own thing, then he comes up to you and just asks you "Will you be my lover?"

He might add some romanticism to it, maybe praising something about you but if he does it's probably going to be about the way you fight.

"The way you knocked out that guy the other day, your movements and precision... Pure art."

"Sir, I literally smashed a vase against his head."

"Yes, and it was beautiful."

"Your blood-covered figure after killing those men... I thought an actual demon finally descended in this world."

"...is that a compliment or...?"

"What else?"

Now, he got himself a lover, you.

He knows he's better than everyone there so he doesn't worry if you give other people attention.

So he doesn't get jealous. Actually, he would probably think that it's good for others to be around you, because if you have a good influence on him you will surely he a good influence on them.

But is he possessive?

Abso-fuckin-lutely.

He will have public displays of affection with you at any given time. It's something between showing you off and showing others that you're his.

If someone else touches you, they're losing a limb. He wants people to respect you the same way they respect him. Only his commanders and his "siblings" can touch you in a friendly way, because he respects them and trusts them enough.

Not Sungtae tho. He gets drop kicked if he tries anything funny with you or makes you slightly uncomfortable. Unless you want to be friends with him, which Jaha Lee will disapprove of but won't stop, Sungtae better keep his distance.

Except for the ones mentioned above, every other subordinate risks to lose their hand. Because of how hard it is for you to keep Lee at bay and remind him that his subordinates need their hands, everyone respects you and kind of fears you.

"I'm cutting his arm off."

"Jaha Lee, no."

"His hand?"

"No, he needs it to hold his weapon, remember?"

"What about a finger? He doesn't need all the fingers for that. I'm sure he can fight-"

"You're not cutting anything."

"..."

"...not even the tip of his pinky?"

He loves cuddling. No I won't elaborate on why or how I know this.

He loves to just lay down, rest his head on your lap, wrap his arms around your waist and feel you. Bonus if you pet his head or play with his hair, he'll be in paradise and will name a new technique after you.

Most of the time you're cuddling he'll let you spoil him.

But sometimes he won't.

He'll get grumpy for something (maybe you didn't let him kill someone he really wanted to kill) and is just sulking, ignoring you.

Come one he's a big baby we know that.

Anyway he becomes cold and grumpy, if you ask to cuddle he'll just ignore you. In general he won't let you close.

But he can only last for a while without you.

He'll come back to you, but still grumpy and instead of asking you for cuddles as his lover he'll command you to cuddle him as his subordinate.

He gets over it after the first twenty seconds you agree.

Pet names? He probably gives you the weirdest ones ever existed but when he explains them to you they are actually very sweet.

"My sheath"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's because even when I'm covered in blood and my purpose is accomplished, you still embrace me and put me to rest."

"Oh."

Also food names are on the table, because you give him energy. And he likes food. AND he likes you.

If he takes you along when he goes to fight it's because he knows you can handle the situation, otherwise he leaves you with someone to guard you.

Bonus for all the haphephobic people out there.

I'm not haphephobic even though I don't like people just coming and touching or hugging me. Like there are literally two people that can touch me any time and one that is some times ok and some times not. But normally I just flinch away the moment someone touches me.

If you don't like or you even fear physical contact, he will have a hard time with that. He will try to make you accept his affection and cuddles, but if it doesn't work then he'll just give up and find other ways to enjoy your company.

If you like reading he will ask you to read to him.

You like singing? That's great, he likes listening.

In general he will use any hobby you have as a way to spend time together.

Also now anyone that touches you is dead. Even a slight nudge can mean a death sentence.

When you two are together he'll make sure everyone keeps their distance and if someone gets too close he'll just shove them aside.

#return of the crazy demon #Jaha Lee #Jaha Lee x reader #this mf #he is so random and that makes him so fun to imagine because there are things that you KNOW he wouldn't do #but there's also random stuff he would absolutely do

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myriadparacosm · 4 months

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Sirius' Weird Taste

Sirius has very peculiar taste - which is good and thankfully he doesn't make that a big part of his personality but you can see it just with Remus, who at an early point of their relationship really considered if Sirius wasn't dating him because of his lycanthropy. After all he has a lot of scars and this affected his whole appearance since he got it very young. He isn't attractive by popular standards although he is tall but too lanky for it to look natural and his skin has some dents from the scars even when it heals back to his natural skin colour. He also has too much hair, be it facial or anywhere else, and whether it's natural or not too much wrinkles and eyebags for his age. It has happened that students took him as a new professor if he wasn't wearing his school's robes.

His point is that by all standards Remus would be considering ugly, something he has stopped saying at loud because every single one of his friends would bemoan or scold him and come up with senseless arguments. He will never know if he would have looked any different without the bite so he learnt to deal with it but it still leaves the question on how Sirius Black ever fell for him. Remus isn't stupid or oblivious like he might like to act time to time which is why he is fully aware that Sirius is smitten with him - despite everything; although Remus honestly can't judge him on that because if Sirius is down for him then Remus is so far down he might fall off the earth for Sirius.

Sirius has assured him many times that he doesn't like Remus for his lycantropy - which is a bit of rude question when we just snogged twice Moony - and that even without his fancy scars he would bend over for him. All his friends have helped him make peace with his werewolf counterpart, Sirius particularly, but only because they are the same person with just one side more moody - but you give Moony a fair opponent, Sirius said before kissing him.

Remus has learnt all Sirius' whims and his likes or dislikes - how he dresses up like a bloody deity before bringing the ugliest looking sweater ever as a gift because of how amazingly ugly it is which is why it's pretty? He also noticed how Sirius likes crups or hippogriff, always trying to pet them with compliments, but what really seems to really make him go is the weirdest things. The first time Sirius saw a platypus at the zoo, one of their dates, he couldn't stop laughing and yet didn't want to move on - Who cast a spell on it? What is it supposed to be? Why did you pick that nose and short legs you dimwit? You look silly. Let's get one!

Murtlap? Sirius insults them over their 'haircuts' and 'why are you still naked you twat' as he fed and pet them in their Care of Magical Creatures class. Which is surprisingly not him making fun of them but just his weird way of loving them, with silly insults and teasing.

Remus has realised it is exactly how Sirius and Regulus act with each other so the insults really must be just obscure petnames. So Remus supposes that sometimes that's how Sirius just show his love; it's not like they never insulted each other before and while kissing or cuddling.

So Remus is used to Sirius' surprising taste even if he can't always predict them. Like this weird-shaved cat that he proudly shows him. It looks like it came back from war but not in one piece with how odd its black dark grey fur looks to the touch and some spots almost completely naked. You could easily think that someone did it because the poor cat has no fur around his eyes and mouth.

"What is that supposed to be?"

"It's a werewolf cat."

"What?"

"It looks incredible, doesn't it? I know we are dog people but I love her and she is very sweet," Sirius explains as the cat rubs herself against his chin. "The muggles call them werewolf cats because of how rugged they look so I thought she fits perfectly for us. Also sometimes she will be butt-naked because she moults but we don't want a pervert prancing in our home so I'm going to make her clothes."

So they call her Garou - because we have a theme Moony - and she is very sweet with Remus, rubbing, slow-blinking and all at him - because you are related - even if he almost got a heart attack when he went to the loo in the middle of the night and she stood there like a dead animal ressurected. While Sirius and Garou spend their time badmouthing each other, or at least he supposes because Garou likes to meow whenever Sirius talks about her. What did I tell you about strutting around naked? Oh you don't speak to me like that you bald lady. If you didn't look already homeless I would throw you out.

Sirius tries to teach her to attack Regulus but somehow James becomes her prey. Sirius also goes out with her, walking or shopping, throwing dark looks at anyone who looks at them weirdy.

Remus finds no reason to complain and if anything he is more amazed and amused every time.

#hp marauders #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders headcanon #remus loves sirius #sirius being sirius #I just love werewolf cats I'm sorry #remus x sirius #the marauders #myriadparacosm

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tartigglez · 1 year

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"perhaps you should test the theory?" (pt.1)

kaeya x gn!reader

genre: friends to lovers (idrk how to categorise it. too wholesome to be smut too suggestive to be fluff)

word count: 700-ish

summary: truth or dare?

tags: first kisses lol, spoiler alert: they're secretly in love with eachother, basically just reader putting ninety per cent of their energy into comebacks to kaeyas flirting ngl

tw/cw: itsy bitsy bit suggestive, esp towards the end but that's kinda it

a/n: i was gonna write this prompt with childe and i still might but wbk im a kaeya main and i just n e e d e d to,,, i just h a d to

for someone with a cryo vision, kaeya alberich was surprisingly good at turning on the smoulder, making you feel warm inside, making your cheeks heat up, maybe making you feel a little hot and bothered in other ways, but that is something you would never admit to. he was someone you considered your best friend on earth, and he thought the same of you. you’ve been inseparable for years, to the extent where the citizens of mondstadt have often questioned you on the status of your relationship, were you friends? or something more?

you would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t ask yourself the same question quite often. you loved kaeya, no doubt about that, but was it just platonic? and despite the fact the man has flirting skills which are arguably unmatched in all of teyvat, he seemed to always be single, which made you wonder if it was something to do with you, but you knew that deep down, that was simply a fantasy.

a loud, disruptive knock on your front door tore you away from the pages of your book, a romance novel, coincidentally enough…

you opened the door to find a tall man carrying copious amounts of snacks in his arms, and wearing the standard tilted grin on his face.

“kaeya…?”

“that was me the last time i checked. open the door, we’re hanging out”

“alright…”

despite the fact the man had an entire house to himself, it felt like he was rarely away from yours. after welcoming himself into your home, and making his way to your room, he dropped the snacks on your bedspread, analysing his choices, and secretly praising himself because he remembered to pick up your favourite snack.

“dare to tell me if there is any reason for your sudden visit, mister cavalry captain?”

“nope”

“try again” you said sternly

the man cannot resist the questioning look on your face (secretly he found it adorable), and therefore offered his reasoning

“my shift finished and i was bored. after all, i haven’t seen you today, that's all”

the sudden confession from the captain was enough to arise butterflies in your stomach, but you decided it best to simply ignore his flirtations for the time being, swiftly moving on to a new topic of conversation.

“what do you want to do?”

“you” he mumbled, under his breath

you could've sworn your ears were playing tricks on you, as well as your stomach, which you could practically feel doing a backflip. after all, kaeya was flirty, but he was generally quite chivalrous, as is to be expected from such a well respected knight of favonious.

“excuse me?”

“lets play truth or dare”

“uh huh…”

after about ten minutes, you are laying on your back on your bed, next to kaeya, who is doing the same, whilst quietly munching on some sort of new snack a friend in liyue had sent to him.

“okay truth” he opened, “what is the weirdest compliment someone has ever given you?”

“hm, let me think”

after about 10 seconds of silence, you answer, not expecting anything to rise, of course…

“probably that my lips look very soft? i’m not sure, sometimes people talk about me having nice eyes but i think the lips one has gotta be up there”

“right… now that i think about it, your lips do look... really soft” he said quietly, so quiet it was almost a whisper, whilst never breaking eye contact.

from pure reflex, a sharp breath drew itself into your lungs. quite frankly, its hard to know how to feel about having something like this said to you, especially by such a close friend, but somehow, you happened to find the perfect response somewhere in the back of your mind.

“perhaps you should test the theory?”

within a split second, the cryo user was hovering over you, his arms planted on the mattress at either side of your head, so close that you could feel his breath on your skin.

“may i?”

you simply nodded, having suddenly realised that you have never wanted anything more than this.

and so, you finally felt the contact of kaeya's slightly cold lips upon yours…

part 2

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya x you #kaeya alberich

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calcarius445 · 2 years

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Random Strawhat Pirate Hcs that live in my head rent free

For some reason, I feel like Luffy would pick all the weirdest looking pokemon he could find to be on his team, but for some reason I also see him with an Ambipom????? Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you (Game or AU, I don't care lmao)

Usopp has a secret plushie collection and nobody can change my mind about it

Sanji is very in the know about all sorts of different types of dancing, and has various shoes to fit different styles of dancing

Zoro is the type to listen to rock and heavy metal ironically, especially when other people might be able to hear his music through his headphones. He likes a lot of different music too, but he won't let his pride step aside for other people to know

Nami has to force Luffy to take a shower, otherwise, he just won't

Sanji will genuinely get upset and pout if you ignore or don't take his compliments or flirting seriously

Franky is actually one of the best people on the ship to go to when you're having a bad day, whether you need to talk something out, just need a hug, or someone to exist with, Franky would be the one to go to.

Brook actually learned most of his songs by ear and his own songs are memorized since he never remembers to write things down

Robin is a sucker for romance novels, but none of the crew will ever know that except MAYBE Nami, who would honestly find out by accident

Chopper makes Usopp tell him a new story every night, and while they didn't ask, the other guys usually tune in before bed as well.

Sanji won't ever admit it, but he does have a soft spot for Zoro when it comes to dinner and food, making sure he has a thing of booze to go with his meal, even if they don't have a lot to spare

Nami likes being in charge of the money simply because it makes her feel like kind of an older sister type figure to the rest of the crew

Usopp is somehow the king of boardgames when it's just the guys, but easily gets his ass handed to him if Nami or Robin join UNLESS it's Monopoly

Brook likes to borrow Robin's books, and spends most of his time not playing an instrument in the aquarium lounge with said book and tea

Robin and Brook are usually drinking the same type of tea, so they don't have to brew two different types at a time.

Franky is the least picky eater on the ship aside from Luffy (who honestly doesn't count when it comes to food)

Zoro and Chopper are big and little brothers your honor. YOU CANT TELL ME THEY ARENT ITS SO CUTE WATCHING ZORO CARE FOR THE LITTLE MANS

Chopper does the thing cats do with laser pointers, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Luffy did too

Usopp can crochet, he just rarely has the time for it

Nami not only collects riches and valuables, but pretty rocks as well, valuable or not

These are all the ones I could think of at the moment and if I don't post this and shut off my computer now there is literally no chance I'll wake up in time for work tomorrow ^^;

#my hcs #one piece hcs #one piece #straw hats pirates #one piece strawhats #straw hats x reader #luffy #zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #chopper #robin #franky #brook

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fkitwebhaal · 24 days

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(Tumblr version) FIC: I WILL FACE THE GODS AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO AVERNUS 1/10

Fandom: BG3

Ship: there’s dark urge/Astarion in here but it’s not the focus and very much in the background.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: General game warnings, this chapter nothing of note

AO3

Summary:

When her fellow amnesiac tells Shadowheart that they “hate all the Gods equally” she’s sure they must be lying.

By the time she finds them lecturing Gale about the Goddess of magic, it has become abundantly clear they they were not joking.

Or: the Dark Urge is the biggest God hater in Faerun.

This chapter: Shadowheart comes clean, the Dark Urge explains their stance on Gods and this is the weirdest form of heresy Shadowheart has ever heard.

Notes: This fic is one part comedy, one part crack played straight, one part team character study about how faith works when you can have a literal convo with god. I have a good part of it written already but decided to divide it into chapters rather than drop what will likely turn out to be a 10k+ beast on you. I've put it down as 10 chapters so far, but that might change (I’m aiming for a character from each companion POV + Dark Urge)

The title, of course, comes from the famous Drill tweet.

Fic under the cut:

Shadowheart expected a variety of responses when she finally came clean about her faith.

Mother Superior had warned her about what happened to followers of Shar who failed to follow their dark lady’s example of duplicity. Imprisonment or jail was the most likely outcome, should one be within the Gate’s limits. Outside of it provided no greater protections: Shadowheart had heard stories of followers run out of towns when their faith was discovered, she’d memorized stories of those killed for daring to utter the name of her dark lady. Those tales were frightening, but none of them stuck with her as much as the one Nocturne had told her of the Sharans who had the misfortune of being discovered by Selunites. Nocturne had overheard it from a high priestess. It was about a Sharran who’d been bound to a rock underneath the full moon and left to be torn apart by wolves, the Selunites gleeful at their screams.

She didn’t think her companions would kill her or cast her out, they needed her too much. But she was prepared for them to give her distance. If they did, it was probably for the best: the loss of company would be a reminder of her commitment to Shar. All things had to end.

(It didn’t matter that Gale complimented her on her spells, it didn’t matter how Karlach shared with her fun bawdy romance tales by the campfire, it didn’t matter that Wyll helped her up when she fell on the ground due to the pain in her hand. Loss was inevitable. She had to remember that outside the cloister’s walls).

The first person she told about her Goddess was their sorcerer, an amnesiac human who had started calling themselves Rune. She’d wondered at first if they were a fellow Sharran given the state of their memory, but it soon became clear otherwise. She liked them, despite their odd muttering about blood and one sleepwalking bard murder. They were the reason she’d managed to escape her pod on the ship, after all.

Realizing the secret would come out sooner or later, she told them of her Goddess, knowing the rest of the camp would soon find out either by overhearing or gossip. Rune stood through her explanation with crossed arms, listening to her intently. When she was done, she took a deep breath, and made sure to stand tall. She was not ashamed of her Lady. Rune could say whatever they wanted, and that wouldn’t change.

“No. I don’t care who your God is,” Rune said, after a pause. They seemed to realize she was waiting on them to respond to her query. Shadowheart wasn’t convinced. She was about to question that when they spoke next. “I hate all the Gods equally.”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes. The sorcerer did have a fondness for odd jokes, but this wasn’t the best time. “Jesting, really?” She supposed it could be worse: better they crack a joke than run her out of camp. It wasn’t an ideal response, it would be nice if Rune also saw the merit in worshiping the Dark Lady, but she knew that was going to be unlikely. For now, she’d take what she could get. Not wanting to discuss her secrets further, she waited, expecting Rune to change the topic. Instead, they stared at her, blinking once.

“I’m serious.”

They looked serious. Well, they always looked rather serious unless they were reading something that annoyed them, but this level of seriousness seemed intentional.

“You-“

“I don’t like Gods,” Rune said, waving their hand. Like this was a normal thing to say in a conversation. “Any of them. So it really doesn’t matter who your goddess is, I wouldn’t like them anyway.”

This was perhaps the weirdest heresy Shadowheart had ever heard. Most people got up in arms about the Shar part; she hadn’t heard of anyone being upset because of the deity aspect. She knew there were people who didn’t put much stock in the Gods (Wyll, for example), but outright proclaiming a dislike of all of them? That was new.

“I’ll try not to bother you about it,” Rune continued, possibly mistaking her confusion for taking offense. She would be taking offense, Shadowheart thought, if she wasn’t so thrown off. “It’s your own business. But if you ask for my opinion or try to proselytize, I’m not going to lie to you either. I don’t want to lie to friends.”

Shadowheart’s line of thought cut off at their last statement. “We’re friends?” She didn’t have many of those, outside Nocturne. At least, not any she could remember.

Rune fidgeted a little, shifting their weight from one foot to the other, but they kept Shadowheart’s gaze. It was odd to see them so visibly nervous, given they’d stormed a goblin’s camp recently.

“I think so? I don’t know if I’ve had one before,” they said, before rubbing at their arm. “Unless you don’t want to be..”

“No!” Shadowheart hated how quickly she spoke up and cleared her throat. “I mean…friends sounds alright.”

Rune nodded once. “Good.” With that, they were off, their considerable people skills absent for the moment, and Shadowheart watched them go with a mix of wonder and amusement. Friends? With a Sharran? Nocturne would never believe her.

(Would she even tell Nocturne in the end? Would she make it back to the Gate to do so? And if she did, should she? Loss was inevitable, and here she was, making attachments. It was a poor showing for a Sharran).

She pushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter. In the meantime, she could enjoy the company and wait to see how truthful Rune was about the “disliking” Gods things. It was probably just a lie to placate her. She’d seen the human lie to the cultists just a few hours prior, after all. A lie made far more sense than Rune disliking every God.

It would be much later that Shadowheart would realize that Rune was being absolutely serious.

#bg3 #Iz writes #bg3 fic #rune tavernus #the dark urge #the religious systems of dnd are so fun to play with and I wanted to take a gander

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astronomyandfrogs · 2 years

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𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊

or, you snuck in your boyfriend room hoping in some decent sleep.

the last time you felt the urge to sleep was actually months ago. which is the reason you are walking back and forth on the perimeter of the hotel of a room where you were supposed to be asleep after many hours of been awaken in a pool of horrors.

"couldn't sleep?" you touched your chest, eyes closed in fright.

"jesus, luke. do you have padded shoes?".

"that's the weirdest comeback someone ever said to me, honestly" his head was tilted on the side, amusement written all over his face. you shrug.

"what can i say, my brain is very original" he chuckled at your joke.

"anyway, what are you doing awake at four am on a lonely bench of a lonelier hotel in the middle of a even lonelier city in the middle of nowhere?" you asked, pointing at the forest that covered two of the sides of the inn's perimeter.

"couldn't sleep so i went to get a bottle of water and then i found a friend on a lonely bench — was wondering if she was fine" you smiled at him.

"couldn't sleep either" you admitted, he sat next to you.

"this job can take many things from you and on top of that list there's sleep, for sure" you nodded and breathed out a deep sigh that you didn't even know you were holding.

"if you want a tip, usually sleeping near someone helps, especially if it's someone you really care about" you smiled at him, shaking your head.

"i don't have anyone like that".

the answer was a very deadpanned 'ah-ah' that could have been paraphrased as a 'you are not fooling anyone'. he quickly got up, only now you realised that he was wearing the usual clothes for running.

"well, i doubt i'm going back to sleep with a snorer like that in my room, so I just might anticipate my morning run for an hour and an half" that said he run off the narrow street that lead to the center of the city.

the snorer like that was actually spencer that right now was sleeping in the room 3F — the room he shared with alvez for the night.

you quickly left the bench to catch the elevator. you pushed the button with the big (and partially removed) three. you walked past 3C, the room you shared with emily, that was still sleeping soundly.

as you raised your hand to knock on the door, these was already opening on its own. when spencer saw you, you thought that he was going to shout at top of his lungs, but he just took a step back. his muscles relaxed when he recognised you.

"what are you doing?" he asked. you took a second more to answer him just to ink the view under your eyelid: his eyes were basically closed because of the bright light coming from the hall, his hair were in a total state of wilderness and his lips were plumper then the usual — which says a lot.

"saw alvez go for a walk and though 'it must not be safe to sleep alone for a babe like spencer when there's a serial killer on the loose".

his reaction was divided into two: his face was turning a little reddish for the compliment, at the same time there was a grimace of confusion.

"the victimology is low risk blonde woman, i'm high risk brunette man" you couldn't help but genuinely smile.

"i was trying to be cute, spence" his mouth morphed into an 'o', displeased at his taking everything to the letter.

"what were you doing?" you continued.

"i wake up seconds ago and saw that alvez was out so i wanted to see if you were up" he whispered. he only needed his words to reach the person to who's they were intended for, and no one else.

you smiled shyly, closing the distance between the two of you to kiss him. it was very simple and chaste: a quick exchange of love between two people who trusted each other to the bone.

"wanna sleep in my bed?" you smiled broadly. your answer was said with an almost non existent voice, that not even some fish with impressive range haring could have heard it.

he led you to the bed while holding your hand, which he let go off only to pick a shirt for you to wear for the night. as you changed he looked at some files on his desk to give you the privacy he thought you wanted.

as you sat on the bed, that creaked under your weight, he turned around. you laid your head on his chest, so close to his heart that you could almost feel it beat right into your skin.

the bed was so little for two people that you gave up hope for falling asleep. but at seven am, when his alarm ringed, you opened your eyes for the first time in three and you didn't know what it was — maybe his breath on your hair, or his warm hand on your lower back, even his light snoring — but you fell sound asleep. unfortunately, for three hours only.

#🖇.writing #🖇.spencerreid #🖇.criminalminds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

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whatsallthisnow · 1 year

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What your favorite song from the Beetlejuice the Musical Soundtrack says about you:

The Prologue/Invisible: You listened to the whole album on repeat for weeks at a time and now you just need the opening notes to trigger your serotonin boost. It might not be the healthiest coping mechanism, but hey, whatever works.

The Whole Being Dead Thing: You love musicals. You think Alex Brightman's version is the best Beetlejuice. You've watched the Tony performance 8 times and you're probably going to look it up again as soon as you're done reading this.

Ready Set Not Yet: The 2020 lockdown was the best thing to ever happen to you. It really gave you time to grow, you know... Emotionally. Say "Hi" to your therapist for me.

The Whole Being Dead Thing pt2: You aren't part of the intended audience for this show but you're having a lot of fun now that you're here. Welcome!

Dead Mom: Wow. Those are some Big Feels™ there Buddy. Are you doing okay? Have you had water today?

Fright of Their Lives: You can be honest, we're all friends here. Are you a horror junkie or a monster fucker? Either way, this is your dream scenario.

Ready Set (Reprise): Same as the first one but you think you're handling it okay on your own. Say "Hi" to your mom for me.

No Reason: You use your 50+ Pinterest boards to cope with the fact that you can't afford a real house to decorate. Get yourself some coffee and ibuprofen, or as you like to call it: Breakfast.

Invisible (Reprise): No it's not. Try again.

Say My Name: You're right, objectively, but that doesn't mean you don't need to get off TikTok for a bit. Maybe take off the cosplay makeup and touch some grass.

Day-O: You prefer the movie and that's okay. Good on you for branching out and trying new things, even if it's only because your loved one who's obsessed with the show made you listen. It still counts.

Girl Scout: How many Ao3 tabs are open on your browser right now? What about Wattpad? Hmm?

That Beautiful Sound: You are the Gothy Teen. I'd say that you scare me, but you'd take it as a compliment. Please go to therapy. For everyone's mental health.

Barbara 2.0: You're the Mom Friend™; The Responsible One ™; The Voice of Reason™. I don't care if you have crippling anxiety and your room looks like a dumpster threw up, that's who you are.

What I Know Now: You are the intended audience and you're having a blast. You might still need therapy, but not for anything related to this show. Congratulations.

Home: Big Feels™ pt2. At least you're handling it better than those who picked Dead Mom. I'm serious about the water thing though.

Creepy Old Guy: Your trauma speaks for itself, and you're aware of it. Go clear your browsing history.

Jump In Line/Dead Mom (Reprise): You don't go here and frankly, you're glad it's over. This was the weirdest 2.5h of your life and you just want to go home and sit in the shower for a while.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #broadway #what blank says about you #dont come for me #im right #and if im wrong no im not #look i made a thing

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Snow On The Beach - Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: After a strange encouter Johnny begins a mission to find the mystery ice person

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Fluff! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

It wasn’t unusual for Johnny to be stopped in the street for autographs and photos, in fact, he spent many hours perfecting his signature for the exact reason. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

He was currently surrounded by a group of girls who wanted photos and were throwing compliments his way. He was just posing for a photo when he felt a chill run down his spine, one that made him instantly stand to attention. He looked over his shoulder to see if there was anyone standing behind him but there wasn’t. However just as he was turning back towards the camera he heard someone shouting.

“Hey! Stop him! He took my purse!”

Johnny turns just as a man holding a woman’s purse ran past the group “sorry ladies, duty calls” Johnny apologises before running after the thief.

Johnny chases him down the street, slowly gaining on the man when he turned into an alleyway. Johnny follows after him and was about to use his powers to get the man to stop when the man slipped landing on his back with a painful thud.

The man was still groaning in pain as Johnny walked over to him, he was just a short distance from the man when he heard hissing under his feet. Glancing down he could see the puddle he was standing in sizzling, but what was really strange about it was that the rims of the puddle were quickly melting ice. Johnny blinks a couple of times in confusion, the ice already melted before he could confirm if he was just seeing things. But it must have been ice the thief slipped on, Johnny couldn’t see anything else.

The thief groans loudly again, slowly pushing himself back to his feet, reminding Johnny why he was even here “hey stop!” He shouts flames appearing on his hands.

The thief’s eyes widen as he looks up at Johnny, quickly tossing the purse to him and holding up his hands in surrender. NYPD soon run into the alley and arrest the thief.

“Thank you for stopping him,” the officer says holding out his hand.

“Yeah sure, all in a day's work” Johnny mutters passing the purse to him, his mind still preoccupied with the ice.

He’d felt a chill right before this all happened, what if that was somehow connected? What if there was someone trying to warn him? Someone with powers opposite to his, ice instead of fire.

“I gotta go,” Johnny says “flame on” he quickly takes off heading straight to the Baxter building, if anyone could work this out, it was going to be Reed.

When he arrives he wastes no time, walking straight into the lab where everyone else already was “the weirdest thing just happened to me”

“Did a girl turn you down?” Ben huffs as he eats some chips.

“No, I felt this weird chill down my back and then a thief runs past me, I chased after him but before I could even do anything he slipped on something” Johnny explains.

“That’s lucky” Reed comments not even looking away from his computer.

“Yeah but that’s the weird part, I think it was ice he slipped on, I stepped on it and it melted almost instantly” Johnny recalls shaking his head still unable to understand it all.

“It couldn’t have been ice, it's not cold enough” Sue points out crossing her arms over his chest.

“But it hasn’t been raining either” Johnny argues “so where else would it have come from?”

“It might not have been water” Ben snorts making Sue groan in disgust.

“No I swear it was, I saw it melt, I think there might be someone out there with ice powers” Johnny swears.

“Did you see anyone else?” Reed asks finally looking over at him.

“No… but-“ Johnny starts before Reed interrupts.

“Then I doubt there was anyone with ice powers there” Reed concludes already turning back to his work.

Johnny sighs in annoyance turning to look at his sister for support but she shrugs her shoulders “I’m sure it’s nothing Johnny” she says.

Johnny scoffs shaking his head “it wasn’t and I’ll prove it” he states before storming out of the lab.

From that day onwards Johnny tried to find any evidence he could to prove there was someone out there with ice powers. He would repeatedly feel a cold sensation down his back before something bad happened, and there would be a chill in the air whenever the fantastic four had to fight bad guys.

There was a wealth of evidence but the others still did not believe him. They always found some logical reason for everything. It was driving Johnny mad.

He was so mad that he was even struggling to enjoy the party that they were currently throwing. His mind was too preoccupied with the mystery person who seemed to be everywhere he went. Not even a group of beautiful girls throwing themselves at him was distracting enough.

He had just managed to escape them when he spotted someone standing on the balcony all alone. He wasn’t sure why but he was instantly drawn to he, he couldn’t see her face but he knew she was beautiful. Just leaning against the railing, in her ice blue sparkly floor-length dress, one that seemed to capture the light and just made her glow.

Johnny wasn’t even thinking as he stepped outside, feeling the cold New York air that instantly chilled him to the bones. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and used his powers to warm himself up as he approached.

“Hey, you’re gonna catch a cold stood out here without a jacket,” Johnny says grabbing her attention.

You snort, smiling as you look over your shoulder at him. Johnny’s breath caught as he finally saw your face, you were devastatingly beautiful, rendering Johnny completely speechless.

“You sound like my mother” you smirk “so I’ll tell you what I told her, I’m fine I’ve always liked the cold”

Johnny lets out a small chuckle “so you don’t want my jacket?” He offers.

“No” you smile shaking your head softly “maybe another time”

“I’m Johnny,” he says holding out his hand.

You smile warmly back at him, turning to shake his hand, Johnny feeling a tingling sensation in his fingers as your hands met.

“Y/N” you smile.

“Y/N” Johnny repeats smiling to himself “I like it”

“Thanks my parents chose it” you joke making him laugh loudly.

“So Y/N, how come I’ve never seen you before,” he asks, really liking how it felt to say your name.

You shrug your shoulders “I’m not one for the spotlight” you answer “and I’m somebody’s plus one”

Johnny’s smile falters, of course, you were taken, people would be stupid to not want to date you.

“But my friend ditched me trying to hook up with some hotshot so here I am” you smirk giving Johnny a playful look.

Johnny breaths out a sigh of relief, chuckling warmly “I would apologise but it means that I’m here with you so can’t be that bad”

You smile up at him “perhaps not” finally dropping your hand from his, he didn’t even realise he was still holding it, turning back to lean on the railing “so are you enjoying the party”

Johnny shrugs moving to lean against the railing next to you “somewhat” he answers.

You arch your brow looking up at him “are you feeling alright? I heard you were quite the partier” you ask him with a lopsided smirk.

Johnny chuckles gently, nodding his head “my reputation precedes me” he says smiling over at you “but no, guess I’m just preoccupied”

“Oh really? What’s on your mind?” You ask him, nudging him with your elbow.

Johnny sighs debating for a moment whether to even tell you, he looks back over at you and he feels all his resolve breaking. He wasn’t sure what it was but he felt like he could just trust you.

“There’s this person I’ve been tracking for a couple of months now… I think they have ice powers” Johnny explains.

You look back at him intrigued “have you seen them?” You ask.

Johnny shakes his head “not yet, but I know they’re there, I feel this chill and tingling sensation, it's like seeing flecks of lights passing by” he explains trying to find the right words to describe it “and they seem to be trying to help, every time we go and fight someone” johnny says gesturing to the party behind him “it’s like they’ve been incapacitated before we get there, shivering and sluggish like they’re cold”

“What do the others say?” Your question.

“They don’t believe me, they’ve found any other reason for all the strange things, like the weather or that it's a warehouse it's gonna be cold, but it was extra cold,” Johnny says his jaw clenching in frustration as he shook his head.

“I think you might be onto something,” you say making him look back over in surprise.

“Really?” He asks surprised.

You shrug your shoulders casually “yeah I mean you guys prove that people like you can exist and if you can have fire powers, surely someone could have ice powers” you say.

Johnny smiles over at you wrapping his arm around your shoulders “I knew I’d like you” he grins making you laugh.

“Only trying to help” you smirk up at him “so why don’t you just forget about this mystery person for now and just enjoy the moment” you suggest.

“And how do you suggest I do that?” He asks with a lopsided smirk.

You shrug your shoulders “I dunno… what’s your favourite colour?” You ask.

Johnny laughs his hand clutching his chest “okay, okay” he smiles nodding as he looked back down at you “it's green”

He sees a mischievous smirk on your face “like neon lime green?”

Johnny laughs even hard, shaking you gently with the arm still around your shoulders “no, like aurora borealis green”

You smile nodding your head “strong choice”

“What about you?” Johnny asks tilting his head in question.

“Glacial blue, but I am impartial to a warm red,” you tell him.

“Very contrasting colours there” Johnny points out.

You chuckle gently shrugging your shoulders “opposites attract” you offer.

Johnny smirks down at you, he was about to say some awful pick-up line when the door behind him opened and Ben interrupted.

“Oi hothead, Sue’s looking for you” he grumbles.

“Can it wait?” Johnny huffs in annoyance.

“Do you want to make her wait?” Ben points out.

Johnny lets a long groan of annoyance looking up at the sky “fine” he grumbles before looking back down at you “sorry, gotta go”

You give him a warm smile “it's okay, I’ll see you around Storm”

“See you around” Johnny smiles before following Ben back inside the party.

It turned out Sue just wanted to talk to Johnny about making sure he had actually sorted out Christmas presents for everyone. He gave her a very quick and annoyed yes before making his way back towards the balcony, back to you. But when he got there you weren’t waiting for him, he searched the party for you but couldn’t find you anywhere. He guessed you must have gone home with your friend, leaving him cursing himself for not getting your number.

Following the party, Johnny was determined to find the mystery ice person and you. Despite spending almost every waking hour he was getting nowhere.

He’d gone through the entire guest list for the party trying to track down which one had been your friend but so far nobody recognised your name. When he wasn’t searching for you he was keeping track of the weather trying to spot anomalies, flying out whenever he found one only to come back empty-handed.

The fantastic four were making their way back to the Baxter Building after another fight. Johnny was in a foul mood so was flying alone while the others used the jet Reed had made. Johnny had been hoping for another lead on his mystery person but there had been nothing.

He was so stuck in his head that he almost missed the glowing green light above him. He only noticed it when he glanced at a building he was flying past and saw it in the reflection of the glass. Johnny instantly froze turning and looking up at the sky to see the Aurora Borealis shining above him.

“Guys, are you seeing this?” He asks, desperate that he wasn’t dreaming it.

“Seeing, still working on believing” Ben comments.

“This doesn’t make any sense, we’re too far south” Sue mutters in amazement.

“There must have been a solar storm” Reed determines.

“It’s not, it's them I swear it must be” Johnny argues.

“Johnny” Sue sighs clearly still not believing him.

“It is! Reed, you check when we get back and you’ll see I’m right” Johnny states.

“Sounds like a bet” Ben chuckles.

“Oh it is, I’d bet 200 bucks on it,” Johnny says confidently.

“You’re on Storm” Reed smirks.

The smirk on Reed’s face was soon wiped off when he checked what had caused the Aurora Borealis back in the lab and saw there had been no solar storm. There was no logical explanation for it, only that it had to be Johnny’s mystery person.

“I’ll have that 200 bucks please” Johnny smirks victoriously holding out his hand.

“Can I write you a check?” Reed asks.

“I’ll tell you what, you can keep your money if you help me track down whoever this is” Johnny offers.

“Why do you care so much Johnny?” Sue asks walking over, her brows furrowed.

Johnny shrugs his shoulders unable to think of a simple answer “I dunno” he says honestly “I just have this gut feeling that it's important”

“Johnny has a crush” Ben coos.

“Have can I have a crush on someone I haven’t even met” Johnny argues, plus in that regard, he was still trying to track you down, not that he’d tell the others that “so will you help?” He says looking back over at Reed.

“Yes, I’ll help but only because I don’t want you messing around with my equipment” Reed concedes.

With Reed helping it out it didn’t take long for them to actually make progress. They worked through all the other weather anomalies Johnny had been looking out, finding out what the parameters were so they could identify which were normal and which could be the mystery person. They ended up with criteria to decide which anomalies to investigate.

The first anomaly that fit the criteria was a localised zone of cold air over Coney Island. Johnny barely waited for the rest of the team before taking off towards Coney Island.

When they arrived the beach was deserted. It was close to the middle of the night so it wasn’t strange the sky full of stars, but there were a few inches of snow covering the beach. The snow was nowhere else, just the beach, it wasn’t even on the amusement park behind them.

“Snow on the beach is so weird” Ben comments as he kicks snow off his feet.

Johnny was scanning the beach trying to spot who was causing it “no it's beautiful” he comments as his eyes landed on a figure standing in the distance, one that he recognised, his eyes as wide as saucers “wait here” he told the others as started walking over.

“Are you sure Johnny? They might be dangerous” Sue warns him.

“They’re not” Johnny reassures her as he walks away.

He walked until he was only a couple of feet away from the figure “I’m guessing you don’t want my jacket again” he says.

He hears a light chuckle as you turn around to face him “no, not yet” you smile warmly.

“All this time it’s been you? Why?” Johnny asks taking a step further.

“I don’t know, to begin with, it was just pure coincidence, I was in the right place at the right time, I just kept seeing you and I felt this, this,” you say trying to find the words to describe it.

“This pulling sensation” Johnny answers, knowing exactly feeling you meant because he had felt it too.

“Yeah” you smile with a small nod of your head.

“You weren’t anyone’s plus one were you?” Johnny says with a knowing smirk.

“No, I’m sorry but I just needed to meet you, see if what I felt was real” you explain with an apologetic sigh before smiling to yourself “and it was”

“Why didn’t you say anything? Tell me who you were?” Johnny asks.

“I got scared, so I ran when I got the chance” you sigh “but I wished I hadn’t so when I saw you flying above the other day I just had to send a sign”

“Aurora Borealis green” Johnny recalls.

“Your favourite colour” you smile, “I thought you would have connected the dots sooner”

“I’m sorry, but I’m here now and I’m not gonna let you go until you give me your number” Johnny smirks taking another step closer.

“I’ll do you one better” you smirk closing the distance, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek and guiding his lips down to yours.

Sparks flew as soon as your lips met, Johnny moving to wrap his arms around you deepening the kiss. Johnny knew right at that moment that the pulling sensation meant something and he was not gonna let you go ever again.

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randomwriteronline · 10 months

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Warriors wasn’t exactly well known for being incospicuous or particularly quiet in his movements.

He had a tendency of stomping his feet a lot - walking like he thought he was running, ending up too heavy on the soles of his boots, which were thankfully less likely to fall apart than his old ones were. It was one of many not necessarily healthy quirks he hoped to unlearn now that the war was dealt with and there was no longer a constant need to sprint from one place to the other.

But if he wanted, and if he put a lot of thought into it, he could will himself into a perfectly relaxed stride; and, if he put even more effort into it, he could even become quieter than a mouse in a barn.

Still, he knew better than to scare a hare by getting the jump on it from the back, so he opted to knock gently on the wooden table instead.

Ravio turned around without actually looking, used to the signal enough that he didn’t even flinch upon hearing it - though he did startle a bit when the face that greeted him turned out to be indeed fairly similar to his own, but not as perfectly identical as he’d naturally assumed it would have been.

“The well-off relative!” he squeaked with a small smile, seeming a bit nervous.

Warriors grinned back: “The very same,” he replied with a wave that was more of a flourish and half a curtsie.

His relaxed appearance eased the tension in the merchant’s shoulders as well as he chuckled a little bit, playing with one of his long sleeves more out of habit than to dispell his nervousness. The captain eyed the tic fondly, and the familiar motion gave him just enough courage to try his luck.

If it was too early for it... Well, he hoped he would at least still manage to make a good first impression.

“I couldn’t help but notice your hood earlier,” he said simply, leaning a little on one side as if that way his antsyness would just seep out of his foot: “It has a peculiar design, doesn’t it?”

“My...? Oh, yes!” Ravio remembered. His fingers grabbed the portion of cloth immediately, without thinking, but for some reason he stopped himself short of pulling it over his face, fingertips playing with the gold trimmed edges. “Made it myself, see?, as we all used to do in my family. We’re pretty good tinkerers, my aunt would say way back when, but even better tailors, eh...”

“Might I see it?”

“Pardon?”

“The design on it,” Warriors repeated: “Might I see it again? I didn’t get a good look at it back then, but it seemed beautifully embroidered.”

Maybe to comply, maybe to hide a slight rush of blush on otherwise almost squalidly pale cheeks, the other man blinked once or twice and then pulled the hood right back up, hiding away his entire head beneath the rabbit face as though it had never even existed in the first place.

Knowing full well he was being seen, the captain made a big show of holding his chin in his hand and tilting his head thoughtfully.

“My,” he started off with, “I was right, that is an awfully impressive work of art. Look at those golden details around the eyes - lovely colors for them, by the way, you’ve got quite a lot of taste - and those teeth even, not to mention the ears! If I’d only heard of rabbits and never seen any I’d mistake you for one.”

The weird compliment worked, as a little laugh accompanied delighted fingers drumming against the purple fabric.

Warriors smiled fondly; then suddenly he sighed, shaking his head: “Ah, but I’ll admit, it gives me the weirdest kind of feeling - like I’ve seen a hood made just like that before, like I know it well, you know? A sort of deja-vù...”

“Well that just ain’t possible,” the merchant replied quickly as his shoulders straightened in pride: “This one’s a Ravio original! Trademarked and all! Only one you’ll ever find around! Save for any mediocre imitations you might’ve had some sleazy retailers sell you for the real thing, that is, but I’d bet those pale in comparison to the genuine article as I’m sure you can see for yourself here right before you.”

“It’s certainly very distinctive,” the captain agreed, subtly stepping forward.

If Ravio noticed that, he made no comment on it - perhaps too busy patting himself on the back as he goaded: “Of course! Gives my brand a real distinct image, don’t it? Really makes it clear you’re dealing with the one and only! Sorta like, uh, that scarf of yours, if... If I may.”

Even despite those unmoving embroidered eyes covering any semblance of expression Warriors had the distinctive feeling that the man behind them was getting a little redder beneath the shade of his hood, as he could parse from a small nervous movement of his fingers as the hero smiled wider and absentmindedly passed his thumb over the blue fabric gently settled around his shoulders and neck.

“One of a kind too?” the Lorian asked, not without a certain cautious fear.

“You’d be correct,” the other replied.

The amount of fidgeting with purple fabric increased steadily as a cascade of rambling left the hidden mouth: “Ah, yes, yes, I imagined - I mean, with that red trim over there at the end and that emblem on it, clearly something made for royalty or the like, see?, and the quality - no way some imitator could make something like that without putting in way too much effort or doing just a plain bad job, right? But, uh, ah - well ain’t that awkward now, I think you’ve put a bug in my ear ‘cause now I’m thinking I’ve seen that before, like you’ve seen my hood, but, eh! Eh, but that can’t be now, can it! Eh, nope, no, cannot be like that - but it really does look like I’ve seen it, I swear! Maybe a little dirtier, some splotches on it, some grass and, and, well and stuff that maybe I shouldn’t be talking about in a kitchen, ah ah, you understand? But it’s, it really... It really does, uhm... It... Really... Looks... Like...”

By the time he hushed, Warriors was standing a mere few inches away from him, the not particularly large difference in height between them magnified slightly by the merchant’s slouch as he’d closed in on his own shoulders a little, looking up at the grin on the rosy face. It would have definitely seemed like an intimidating scene, and by all means it was; but the tilt of the hodded head was more expectant than scared, and the little nervous smile peeking from beneath the gold trim of the fabric didn’t come from any fear.

In one swift motion the hero pushed back the hood, cupped the other’s face in his hands as though it would have escaped him, and landed a chaste kiss on his cheek with as much passion as possible.

Surprise tore a laugh out of Ravio and had his arms wrap in a bout of euphoria around the captain’s shoulders, bending his neck under the pressure of a mouth smacking into him over and his back over a hug that ensnared his waist tight enough that he could have been lifted at any moment.

Then he recollected himself, and pushed the other’s face away with a nervous chuckle: “Hey, hey - this is a kitchen!”

“Oh please,” Warriors huffed playfully, rolling his eyes, “There’s eight more people in this house including your ‘landlord’ and you think I’ll lay you for the first time in the middle of the kitchen?”

Instead of answering, Ravio decided to slip right through his grasp and scuttle away between his divaricated legs, making him stumble (since he’d put his entire weight onto the merchant) and grab onto the counter just a moment before his face collided with it in a less than graceful manner.

“Maybe!”

“Come on, I’m better than that!”

An airy laugh came from behind him with a quick squeezing hug: “You are,” the merchant reassured him, though he was very much still smirking dastardly. “And besides it wouldn’t be your style - I mean for cryin’ out loud, you took your sweet time tellin’ me you were who I thought you were right now, didn’t you?”

“What!” the captain argued back, snapping around to face him with a wide smile: “I couldn’t well just kiss you on the mouth out of nowhere!”

“I can promise you I wouldn’t have complained.”

“Time’s a fickle thing, you know that - what if you hadn’t met me yet? You would’ve thought me a maniac!”

“But I hadn’t ever seen you before I ended up on that battlefield, Lily-of-the-Valley,” Ravio reminded him as he tried to grab his nose between his index and middle fingers, “So we sure couldn’t’ve met earlier than that, don’t you think?”

Warriors lifted his hands in defeat, gently swatting the merchant’s own away in the process: “You got me there.”

“Course I did,” the other gloated: “I’m the brains and brawn after all.”

The flick of a wrist had his hood right back on his head: “Harr harr,” he heard an amused fond grin say, “And even if it were true, pray tell what I’d be left with?”

Without missing a beat, Ravio tapped his nose: “Beauty, of course!”

He counted the little snort as a victory.

“Don’t push it,” he was still playfully reprimanded.

The merchant chuckled in response, shoulders jumping a little with his voice. His gaze grew unbearably soft for a long, interminable second; then, with a sharp sigh, he allowed his forehead to fall forward so that it would on the taller man’s chest, and with his eyes closed he savored the solid reality of that contact together with the faint press of a hug.

He took a deep breath, catching a scent much more pleasant than the one he’d grown to expect to cling to that scarf, that tunic, and exhaled: “I missed you.”

Warriors leaned enough to press a kiss to his dark hair: “I missed you too.”

The rabbit in his grasp hummed very, very softly.

All of this - that voice, the pressure on his sternum, the quiet between them - was distinctly, sweetly familiar.

He wished it didn’t bring back memories of laying on the ground, both soiled with sweat, dirt, blood and varied other disgusting elements after the horrid symphony of clanging steel had finally quieted down across the fields, breathing heavily, trying to stifle the adrenaline making his heart explode at least enough to properly feel the body breathing heavily as it laid almost draped across his chest; but it also brought back the silence of peaceful nights, of trying to fall asleep to one another’s heartbeats, and he focused on that, drowning the worse recollections in those hushed breaths in the dark.

His musings were interrupted as he felt the other wriggle in his loose grasp ever so slightly, and he undid the fastening of his arms around him to let him pull back in case he needed it.

Ravio waited a little before doing so, maybe to try and commit this moment to memory better than all the other ones he had alowed to simply slip by, as one can never know when the chance to encounter a lover from a different time once more might happen - a thought that hadn’t struck him until only after they had bid each other a barely adequate goodbye for what could have very likely been the last time they ever saw one another again.

“I’ve been, ah--” he stammered a moment as he pushed himself back up on his own feet, “I was tryin’ to, ah, find a way back to you, actually, y’know? I mean, I found one for here, so, there oughta be one for there, don’t you think? It’s - ah, ahah! It’s a weird situation, my whole...”

His hand made an incredibly vague motion in the air, pointing all at once to everything that might have been both in the room and outside of it.

The information made Warriors furrow his brows slightly and tilt his head not unlike a dog that hadn’t understood the command: “I thought you were pretty homesick, back then,” he muttered, a little confused.

“I was! Goddesses know I was!” the other was quick to reply: “And I was so glad to be back home even though I had... A lot of stuff to handle still like you know, my house being a mess and everything else, but I was happy! I swear! But, eh, I’m here now, right? And it’s ‘cause I... I got homesick for here too, if you can believe that? And so I came over because I missed this sun and this house and, and then I got homesick for your place too, or maybe, maybe just for you, I think, I didn’t really - sorry if it’s rude, but I don’t got really good memories of, you know, er... But, but the point is - I keep gettin’ longin’ for all these different places all at once and so I end up makin’ myself scramble all over all the time, it’s - it’s a mess, is what it is, but I can’t help it! I don’t know how! I can’t - I can’t choose, I guess? I want t’ be in Lorule, and also here, and also with you, and it just sends me runnin’ in circles over an’ over an’ over an’--”

"Hey,” a quiet voice reached him together with a hand on his shoulder, and his rambling came to a halt.

He sunk in the collar of his robe: “Sorry,” he peeped. “Got carried away.”

“I missed you so much.”

There was no follow-up.

Ravio realized his vacant stare had been fixed a little above the captain’s belt buckle for a while now, and raised his head. Link was looking at him without any real feeling, his expression set on a near total, mildly relaxed neutrality - which made the vague air of melancholy bubbling in his eyes a little harder to spot for someone who might’ve notbeen looking for it.

Without really thinking, the Lorian put a hand to one of the somewhat squallid sienna-colored cheeks. He felt it sink into his palm.

“You thought of comin’ to see me?”

Warriors just nodded.

He laughed gently: “Well, I oughta made your job real hard then, huh?”

The other shrugged with a small smile: “Didn’t do much about it, actually,” he replied, a little sheepish. “I got cold feet about asking. Since...”

“Hm,” now it was the merchant’s turn to nod, “I get it.”

He gently squished the captain’s face in his hands a little tighter, causing him to huff through his nose as he attempted a smirk. Emboldened by the power of being able to do whatever he wanted without repercussions, Ravio swayed the blond head left and right with his fingers as his soft grimace turned into a more mischievous grin.

He only stopped once he heard a muffled ‘watch it’ that made him giggle a little as he raised his arms away from the captain in a show of innocence.

Dusting his palms on his robe as if to better hide the tender playfulness of the gesture (though it was an action not at all motivated embarrassment, but merely yet another of his many nervous quirks) his voice suddenly turned casual, as if he were a humble innkeeper addressing a customer: “So how long will you be stayin’ over?”

Warriors shrugged again with a weary sigh: “I’ve told you, time is a fickle thing,” he answered, “Who knows where and when we’ll be told to leave.”

“But you do stay around a while, right?”

“That we do.”

“So maybe we could work together, no? To, ah - figure out, maybe, kinda, a way to make this... Not, the last time we meet?”

Green eyes gleamed at him hopefully.

“Because-” Ravio added quickly as he waved his hands about to try and mask his eager antsiness, “-If there was a way, y’know, to come see you anytime, or even just some specific times, but surely, for certain, without fault... Y’know. I’d hop right on it.”

The captain smiled.

“I would too.”

A bucktoothed grin shined right at him: “So we should get to work, eh?”

“I reckon we should.”

#tloz #linked universe #hyrule warriors #warriors lu #ravio #raviolink #random writing #did you know that hw link has a skin with yellow undertones?#my boy is out there lookin like a cheese sculpture #anyways remember my post about hyrule warriors flavored raviolink bc this is that #also wars still feels hh abt the sorceress of time due to You Know (her wanting to get in his pants and almost destroying the world abt it)#which is why he never went to her and asked if she could let him see him bf again #sorry for the abrupt ending i dont know how to continue it :P

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i-loves-2dguys · 11 months

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Obey Me OC Headcanons (Part 1)

Author’s Note: So to start my Obey Me fanfics, I’m gonna write out this headcanon in order to describe how well I would get along with each character. I’m not including Thirteen, Mephistopheles or Raphael cuz idk em that well-

But also the fanfics will be “x Reader” cuz I want y’all to feel included <3 (sorry if the personality doesn’t match tho)

Two parts cuz it’s so long-

Part 2

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Lucifer

At first, it was hard to communicate with him due to his coldness

But after a bit, we start talking more by discussing about the brothers

We get along for the most part, except for when I get involved in pranks and mishaps with the brothers

As someone who tends to get good grades, I feel like I would avoid so many lectures from him 😎

Only lectures I would get is getting proper sleep and eating properly

Visits him from time to time while he works to make sure he’s taking care of himself too (no hypocrisy will be allowed)

Helps discipline the brothers in a more peaceful way

Will try to convince him to do the same

Oldest sibling 🤝

Gives him motivational messages so that he can have a nice day

Moon 🌙 x Moon 🌙

Mammon

Instantly connect due to his fun personality

Cuz he’s Mammon ofc

Actually lets him have Grimm but on the condition that he spends it properly and gives a lil kiss

We hang out a lot for studying, shopping, eating at a restaurant, etc

Flirts with him and compliments him just to see him blush 🤭

A little surprised that he has a crush on me, but it’s so obvious too

Defends him from his brothers and comforts him with affirmations afterwards 🙏

Loves to see his hands and feel them (I love his jewelry covered hands so much)

Collects every magazine with a photo of him

Simps as much as he simps (simp synchronization)

Goes to the casino with him just to make sure his debt doesn’t increase that much

I would let him be my first fr

Best friends to lovers 🫶

Levi

GAMER PALS

You’re weird? IM WEIRD TOO :D

He’s a lil emo at first but I just gotta act my weirdest and bam! Status is now fellow weirdo

Shares memes and references

Gaming nights are very often cuz yes 👍

Spends a lot of time with him cuz 1: I’m an introvert and 2: he’s so lonely 🥺

Cleans his room sometimes just to help his mental health

Helps him find any rare items

Cosplay together :D

Pays at least half of what Mammon owes him

Compliments him at least once a day to help heal his insecurities 🫶

Kisses his cheek often to show my love for him

Weirdo couple ✨ (but in a not cringe way)

Satan

YOUR BEAUTY NEVER EVER SCARED ME

I see his sin as a part of him and not ALL of him

He has much more to offer and I wanna remind him that 😔

Plus I have anger issues too-

Yk I always wanted to read books but I didn’t know which ones to read

I would probably ask Satan to recommend some as a way to get closer to him 🤭

Helps him find cats and gets them close enough to pet them

They might start a lil book club where they discuss the same book they’re reading or decide which one is better

Cleans his hoard of books from time to time and leaves a lil map to help him find em easily

Hopeless romantics 🤝

Cat cafe dates :)

We write each other poems >:)

Poetic rizz duo 😎

Asmo

Besties!

It was instant connection due to love for fashion and slaying 💅

I want some makeup advice cuz I’m still a noob at it

Would def also ask for a skin care routine

Paint my nails too? 🥺

Shopping :D (cuz why not? we’re rich)

I mostly see him platonically, but he can kiss me :)

We have fashion shows so we can see what outfits we would slay in ✨

Would go clubbing with him if I felt really sociable

Is involved in his fan club

Two pretty best friends 🫶

Beel

My himbo <3

I love to eat as much as he eats 🤝

And he wouldn’t make me feel bad about it :)

I think our constant running into the kitchen would make us pals

I can’t cook much but I definitely can bake a lot

A bunch of restaurant dates

We could make mukbang videos fr 🤭

Helps him work out

Works out with him too sometimes

Have snacks in my bag just for him 🙏

Gentle giant x their protector

Belphie

I trusted you smh 😒

I personally headcanon a fight with him after I come back to life

But then we’re good :)

He’s a demon so what can you do?

Also very adorable 😊

I would happily nap with him since I’m tired 24/7 😴

As a touch starved person, I would appreciate the cuddles

Enemies to friends to lovers? 🧐

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Note: I ran out of ideas towards the end but yk this is an introduction after all! I don’t know how many people will read this but thank you if you <3 I’ll be back again when I finish making an official fanfic so until then cya!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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burningvelvet · 5 months

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finished charlotte brontë's villette today. some more thoughts to add to the collection... (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

- literally WHAT???

- two whole chapters dedicated to a bad drug trip. i wasn't joking in my last villette post when i said it had to take the trophy for weirdest brontë novel ever (starting shirley after this, but just based on the plot synopsis alone i already know it doesn't come close)

- there are SO many parallels between this novel and jane eyre it's truly insane - to the point where it truly feels like a retelling of the jane eyre - with all the fairy tale themes (quite literally acknowledged in the book) but without jane eyre's fairy tale ending

- the main character's love interest, paul emmanuel, is literally charlotte saying: "what if i took mr. rochester, erased all of his sex appeal, and made him way worse in general? okay, that backfired, shit, shit... wait, but then what if i try to make him better later on? okay, this is going well, this is going w— ah, shit, lucy doesn't need him anyway, let's just have him disappear and people can think whatever the fuck they want. i don't really care what they think."

- and apparently charlotte tried to kill him off in the end but her dad made her leave it up to interpretation thinking it wouldn't sell as well if not... so anyway what i'm saying is that this book is for the mr. rochester haters

- i don't even really hate paul but i didn't really feel for his loss either, even though i did learn to tolerate him and like him maybe a little toward the end... but in the main, his character flaws were so striking, and his lack of chemistry with lucy compared to jane/rochester for example, is really to blame for that

- i feel like lucy may be incapable of lasting love and/or she is truly suffering from comphet or gender troubles

- i feel like she had way more chemistry with john whether platonically or romantically. honestly he was one of the most entertaining characters because he felt very real.

- i wonder if villette (based on their frienemy situation) had repressed feelings for ginevra or vice versa because 1) the theatre performance where lucy had to act as ginevra's male lover and fell really really into the role, 2) the fact that they keep up a correspondence, 3) when lucy said ginevra would lean on her like she was her male suitor & it made her uncomfortable, 4) complimenting her beauty & defending her to john despite her dislike of her (this could just be lucy's goodness) 5) lucy's comment to polly where she said she could never love a man OR a woman "in that way you're referring to" (tightly paraphrasing here), 6) lucy analyzing the artwork of naked women & then defending herself to paul, 7) lucy admiring/idolizing madame beck who is described as being masculine, 8) probably many other things i've forgotten

- after reading theories about charlotte and ellen nussy i'm feeling vindicated in my discovery of the queer themes - the novel can be read as being very comphetish (comphet = compulsive heterosexuality; for those of you who may not know, this term was coined by writer/theorist adrienne rich to describe the ways in which lgbt people [she focuses on women] are brainwashed to think they're straight, & the weird symptoms this can cause!)

- i read a spoiler about characters being not who you think they are initially, and so i knew john was dr. bretton, BUT I MISTAKENLY THOUGHT POLLY WAS GINEVRA! and in my last post i made a reference about seeing a lot of adèle varens in "the french girl of the story" but really i see a little bit of adèle in both ginevra and polly - to clarify this point. but i also see how the fairy references re: polly parallel jane - that's about where their comparison ends though.

- anyway the nun plot was interesting but kind of underwhelming. also which we got more time with ginevra's rakish beau.

- might make a whole post just on the comparisons between paul/rochester & paul/lucy & rochester/jane... so many... damn...

#villette #jane eyre #charlotte bronte #charlotte brontë #the bronte sisters #book opinions #book thoughts #book review #the brontes #books #reading #currently reading #my analysis #my opinions #literature #english literature #victorian

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bakugous-forehead · 1 year

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You’re weird. I have literally never interacted with a single person on this app. After being on here now for about 10 years, never have I come across such demanding and entitled people but in these anime and K-POP fandoms. Everyone’s account is THEIR blog! Who are you to tell people how to use their blog and what for in order for them to enjoy your content?? It is not your right to try and force people out of their comfort zones for your benefit. Blocking silent readers because it bothers you literally makes no sense when they are “fans” too. All I can imagine is you acting like a tyrant child *pouting* crosses arms and stomps foot, “Hmmph! Their not interacting with and boosting my blog the way I want them to!” LOL the way it actually makes me laugh… Likes aren’t good enough for you??? If someone likes the fic that means THEY LIKE IT dummy. Silent readers are silent for a reason I don’t want anyone’s attention on me what so over. So, the least I can do to show my appreciation is through a like and if I REALLY like you I’ll follow your blog. A lot of people feel the same way everywhere on the internet not just Tumblr. It just seems to me you’re pissed because you want more attention because “I feel I work so hard on these fics!” You feel like you deserve more attention, but you won’t be getting it from us. Also, it shouldn’t matter that other people like your writings. Do you like it? Is it good enough to you? Good. Then that is all that matters. People have gotten way to needy for validation the only person’s approval you need is your own. Just admit you want more attention because with your attitude… seems like you don’t do it because you love writing… just seems like you like and wish for the attention that comes with it. Anyways, and since I do still like your writings (Not particularly your personality, thank goodness that has nothing to do with your writings.) I’ll continue to enjoy through Google!😘❤️

Sending me this fat essay on my birthday😂😭

So, the least I can do to show my appreciation is through a like and if I REALLY like you I’ll follow your blog.

Oh my god how honoured I am that you REALLY liked my blog enough to follow me, but I’m glad I blocked you because selfish people like you following me make me uncomfortable so yeah! I’ll be continuing to block people who don’t reblog their fave fics.

“Forcing people out of their comfort zones.”

You’re literally a faceless person on the internet reading anime porn whether you reblog a dick or not. Still don’t know who you are, still will never know who you are.

As I’ve said countless times, I really don’t mind if you read my shit through ao3 (it’s fully available there I think I’m only a few posts behind), I just don’t want you following me? But hey, I’ll take the compliment that even though you seemingly hate authors that you’re still going to continue reading my shit.

It’s literally so mindblowing to me that you took the time to type this out because I upset you by blocking you, but you’ll never send an author/artist you like a comment this long showing them some appreciation— even on anon. Don’t you think that’s really the issue?

Also the first line you said “Everyone’s account is THEIR blog” which is the exact reason why I chose to block you. The same way you can continue to be unsupportive and selfish on your blog?

I’ve been on Tumblr well over 10 years and this might actually be the weirdest ask I’ve ever received? And I’ve received some fucking weird ones.😂💀

#jo talks

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