#and better yet. take a look at that attachment and ask if it’s healthy

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

#what was initially a teehee shower thought became an ueue scenario #this was going somewhere and and then it got longer and longer and then took a severely angsty turn wtf #originally was going to keep this on the blog but then i cried at the end and decided it had to be let free <//3 #im sorry blade i love u i really do but that just means i need to put u through the emotional wringer haha... ha... a.... #oh and also blade is kafkas bodyguard bc she promised to help find a way to cure him of his curse #(<- the mara/immortality equivalent wow we love unneeded lore !) #and yeah. this is me saying i have too many ideas and aus and idk what to do with myself so im blurting them out here #this is yet another cry for help 🥹 #sophie talks : concepts <3 #blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #honkai star rail imagines #hsr imagines

[blindaysblogforturtles]

Everyone's doin it, why shouldn't I? I've got things to say! And unfortunately, Cass cant just draw as if she is a camera looking at them the whole time. So, we still get space for fic!

Hope you like it. It's like, the first time in months I finish a wip. And in record time! You did this, Cass. Thank you so much.

@somerandomdudelmao

It was happening. The red eared slider started small, and grew, and grew, and Donatello tightened his grip on the mug containing what was essentialy his brother's soul. He could allow him to go in, now. Just a little push.

But. What if something went wrong? What if Leo got lost in the way? What if he faded? He was stronger now, but still so fragile.

Raph smiled.

"Trust him, Donnie. He's got this." Raph avoided mentioning Mikey's concerns about the process, things he said only for the sake of confiding into someone else. It wouldn't do any good to make Donnie more anxious.

Donatello sighed and took his hand off the mug, using his ninpo to gently nudge Leo's into his new body. It rebelled, the little flame attached to his field. Scared. I don't want to be alone again, it said. Please. Donnie smiled. You won't. Trust me. He answered back. And after a few seconds of hesitation, the flame complied.

With the source in it, the body grows into the Leo he remembered. Or. Almost. He was healthy, because of course he was, he wasn't about to make a new body just for it to be shitty- but somehow smaller... thinner. Maybe he did something wrong- maybe, maybe Leo's soul didn't have enough energy to become himself-

But then he saw how Casey's eyes stared adoringly at the pod. Casey, who also had more scars and less pounds than he remembered. Donnie hadn't noticed much through his cameras- better yet, he had, but seeing it in person...

Suddently the alarm went off, signalling it was time to take his Lime-o-nardo Pie out of the oven. God, that was awful. Leo would absolutely love it.

With a gentleness only a biological body could muster, Raph lifted Nardo from his pod onto his arms, with a gaze so soft and proud Donnie thought he was about to cry.

They all hovered with warm smiles ready to welcome the leader in blue, barely containing the excitement in being all together again.

Except.

Nothing happened. Casey frowned and before Donnie could say or do anything, gently placed his fingers on his sensei's neck. He gasped.

"What? What happened?!" Raph asked barely below the yelling tone.

"His heartbeat." Casey replied in a whisper. "It's slow. Too slow." He looked at Donnie. "There's something wrong."

Raph quickly set Leo down after a quick nod from Donatello, who put on his goggles and started scanning to find whatever was his brother's ailment. A tense silence followed soon after.

"What... what is the problem?" Asked Casey. He was trembling into Raph's reassuring arms, never once looking away from his sensei. Donnie frowned.

"The good news is, nothing is physically wrong." He answered. "The bad news is, nothing's physically wrong."

There was a pregnant pause.

By Donnie's orders, Raph moved Leo to the place supposed to serve as his bedroom. Donnie tried every possible test he knew, from reflexes to blood test, to little slaps on his face, to begging. Leo's heartbeat was weak and frail. Like his ninpo had been.

This was all his fault. He should've given him more time, should've waited for Mikey to be healed enough to help, should've, should...

He punched Leo's chest, starling Raphael and Casey. They looked flabbergasted as he started doing compressions.

"I'm not letting you go, Nardo. Do you hear me? I'M NOT LETTING YOU GO!" He screamed. Death was not going to take him. He wouldn't let it happen.

So he kept on going, pressing. Forcing Leo's body to intake more air. Up, down, up, down.

Up, down.

But nothing changed in the five minutes it took for him to stop and realize he had been crying. Shit, he was crying in front of Casey. Fuck that, his brother was dying. No. No, no, he wasn't. Donnie could fix it, he could fix anything! There had to be another solution, something to keep him here, something Donnie could do. It didn't matter what, be it joke, scream, reveal his worst secrets, summon a demon with some dark ritual-

-wait. The memory ritual.

"That's it!" He yelled, and barked instructions around. Casey got started with Raph's assistance no questions asked. It was going to work. It had to.

Because he had no idea what to do if it didn't.

With the glowing lights and a final nod of confirmation, they started the ritual.

° ° °

Casey tightened his grip on Leonardo's unresponsive hand. He needed him back. He was 16, he still needed his best friend, his mentor, his sensei.

He felt tears prickle in his eyes. This was all so unfair. Everything was. Why did he have to be strong? Why did he have to see the apocalypse happen? Twice? Why did he have to watch his family die? He was watching him die for the second- the third time!

He had felt so alone here, with strangers wearing the faces of his family. Strangers he loved so dearly but couldn't show or tell. Only, now they could be together again. It was just Leo, now.

"You can't do this to me, sensei. You can't." He breathed. Because he promised to be there to see Casey grow up. He promised to train him until he didn't need him anymore.

But he still did. Now, more than ever. Still needed him as his best friend, as his mentor, teacher, his sensei.

His dad.

"I miss you, dad."

° ° °

It was cold. And surprisingly humid for a mind belonging to someone so heavily associated with fire. His feet touched the watery ground and he looked around.

There wasn't... anything here. Nothing useful, no sign of Leonardo's soul.

He started wandering, ocasionally calling for his brother.

"Leo? Nardo, are you here?" He walked around but saw nothing.

That is, until he looked down. Instead of a reflection, there he was. His twin. Mirrorring his actions and expressions like when they were tots.

"Leo! Leo, can you hear me?" He kneeled and touched the water. It was cool and shallow, but there was a force keeping him from getting in... or getting Leo out. He took notice of Leo mirrorring his expressions and punched the invisible wall. Nothing.

It was as if Leo didn't want to come with him.

"You aren't making things easy, Nardo."

The reflection- Leo just kept mimicking him. Donnie hissed. They had come too far for them to accept being only 3 now. He punched the water wall. They should never be less than 4. He needed. Punch. To get. Punch. His twin.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on!" Punch.

OUT!

The wall broke and without sparing a single second Donatello's hand searched and grabbed the collar of Leonardo's cape.

"Come here, you dumbass!" He pulled and finally - finally! - Leonardo in all his glowing and translucid and barely solid form came out of the water.

His eyes were angry and his face seemed hostile. If it was a mirror for Donnie's own features he didn't know, and it did NOT matter.

"You are coming with me and this is not up for discussion!"

He just snatched him completely from the water, glaring at its lifeless blue glow, barely registering the look of bewilderment and recognition that came across Leo's face.

"FUCK YOU, Death! I'm taking him!"

With his twin - his prize, his other half, his hope - in his arms, Donnie took impulse to leave that place. They were safe, it was going to be okay.

Leo's soul once again rebelled, reaching his armless nub towards the water. Home, his twin senses told him. Leo thought this was home.

"No, you idiot. I am taking you home."

Their eyes met. From the lifeless blue, the soul gripped his arm back and he tightened his hold. He knew that look. Hope. A ninja's greatest weapon, as cheesy as it sounds.

"Trust me, Nardo."

And with no need of words, he heard an answer.

"I do, Tello."

"I'll see you on the other side."

° ° °

Again, I hope you like it. I'm happy with the end result.

#rottmnt #tmnt #cass apocalyptic series #somerandomdudelmao #cas fanfic #cas fan tag #rottmnt fanfic #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[csuitebitches]

Two Week Maslow’s Pyramid Challenge

You might have come across Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. It basically talks about all the needs a person generally has in the life and as they scale up.

It starts with physiological needs (food, water, clothing, shelter) at the bottom. Next is safety, followed by social needs (friends, family), then esteem needs (reputation, competence, achievement), and the last one being self actualisation (self fulfilment, growth, etc).

I’ve thought of using this structure, tweaking it slightly and setting a two week challenge for you.

“Count” in this challenge refers to the number of times you’ll do that activity in those 14 days.

If the count = 14, that means everyday. They’ll be marked in green because you absolutely cannot skip them.

If the count = 3, it means you pick any three days over the course of your challenge.

I’ve attached a bingo because I thought it would be more fun to cross something out and see how far you’re getting along. You’ll see it at the end of the post.

Save the image and tick it off as you complete it- or better yet, print it out so that you get the satisfaction of really crossing it out with a pen!

This is what the CSB take on Maslow looks like:

* Physiological: you will eat two nutritionally dense meals and at least 1.5-2L of water. This could mean adding a salad or juice to your diet; or practicing healthy eating habits; intermittent fasting; whatever works for you. Attempt to not eat any junk or sugary drinks during this challenge. (Count: 14)

* Safety: (here, employment/ personal growth) Read at least two case studies/ research reports/ academic articles in your field/ the field you want to be in. (Count: 2)

* Social needs: reach out to a friend or family member who you have been contemplating of reaching out to/ haven’t spoken to properly in a while and ask how they’re doing. (Count: 2)

* Esteem needs: create a list of 5 affirmations you think are the most relevant to you at THIS moment. Say them out loud, to yourself in the mirror, every single day. (Count: 14)

* Self actualisation: we’ve got a few here, so let me list them down.

1. Meditation / mindfulness yoga session (count: 6)

2. Creativity: a little activity of your choice. It can be colouring books/ solving a puzzle, crossword, anything of your choice. (Count: 1)

3. Beauty: spa day of your choice. I like to go all out with facial and full body waxing, a face mask or even a massage. (Count: 1)

#c suite #powerful woman #strong women #ceo aesthetic #personal growth #that girl #productivity #q/a #getting your life together #balance #challenge #routine #beginners challenge #lifestyle #healthy

[nolita-fairytale]

your instagram feed as a pastry chef dating carmen berzatto (& headcanon)

i made this as a companion piece to 'make my heart surrender.' reader's instagram feed after you move to chicago and headcanon about boyfriend!carmy.

if you haven’t yet, you can read ‘make my heart surrender’ here.

images are all from pinterest. if you own one of these and would like me to take it down, please let me know! i could see reader's instagram feed looking something like @apartmentmiso's insta.

your life in chicago would include:

when you first move to chicago, the two of you are like giddy kids in love who can't get enough of each other.

while you get your own place, it's almost a moot point because you spend so much of your time together between the restaurant and sleepovers. it doesn't take long for you and carmy to decide that you should just live together. and six months later (spring 2023-ish) his lease is up, and since he has less crap to move, he decides to move in with you.

it's certainly an adjustment, and it's important for you to have separate spaces/hobbies too. carmy def has an avoidant attachment system (and you def have some strong avoidant tendencies too), so you both need space sometimes to go to shut down for a little bit. sometimes your relationship feels like it's moving so quickly, and other times, it feels like a natural pace considering you platonically dated for years before.

carmy as a boyfriend: carmy is such a loving boyfriend. we know that he is an acts of service king, so while he may not always have the right words to convey his feelings or communicate (he's working on it) he's always looking for a way to show you he loves you. since this is his first real relationship, you have to be patient with him as he learns how to be a partner. it works because you know he is trying, and you often remind him that it's like when you guys were best friends in new york, except now you get to have sex.

this is a deeply passionate relationship because you both very intense people in your own ways. being loved causes carmy to soften a little. though he's still just as laser-focused and commanding in the kitchen, he's also more openly empathetic. as he explores what connecting with you feels like, it helps him connect with others better. being loved by carmy brightens you, lifts you up, and makes you feel lighter.

when the time is right, you ask him if it's okay to call him by the family nickname, 'bear.' it feels too intimate to do off-the-cuff, and he's more than happy to say yes.

lots of farmers' market dates when you both can get a saturday or sunday morning off.

being there for him as he feels more and more ready to talk about his relationship with mikey. every anniversary and birthday feels heavy, especially as carmy starts processing his grief and guilt.

when you get into fights because he's being a dick or not letting you in, or you're pushing him too hard, you both agree to take a time out before having a conversation. even when it's a big fight and there's yelling and arguing (and maybe some argument sex), you both are committed to making this work. it's surprisingly healthy and a product of the both of you being in therapy.

the first time you fight, carmy freaks the fuck out and thinks it may be over, and you have to explain to him that sometimes couples fight. you both agree to love each other, even when you hate each other.

you both love a secondhand moment and spend your days off thrifting vintage denim and one of a kind pieces. you're that annoyingly stylish couple that always looks good and always finds the best things secondhand.

in terms of separate hobbies, you get really involved in your local urban garden and begin to help create programs/workshops within their org to foster food accessibility. this becomes a big passion of yours, and it leads you to getting selected for one of the summer james beard chef bootcamp sessions (advocacy intensive for policy change in the food industry)

making the most stunning cakes in and outside of the restaurant (here me out but i feel like you have somewhat of a strong instagram presence as a pastry chef).

speaking of social media: i have this headcanon of everyone realizing that angel has a knack for social media / storytelling, so he takes over the social media account from richie and carmy. angel becomes the main character of the social media account and it's kind of iconic.

you and sydney become close friends, and at some point, you try to set her up with a sous you used to work with who has just moved to chicago.

you love taking photos of carmy when he's not looking -- especially at work. and he hates it but he actually loves the fact that you have a full camera roll of photos of him.

on a day off, one of your favorite things to do if you have the energy, is to make an extravagant layer cake (or some other indulgently time consuming food project) with the windows open on a perfectly warm spring day just for fun. other days the two of you lay around, sleep in, and enjoy doing absolutely nothing.

the two of you adopt a little black kitty from a local shelter and name them aioli

helping carmy adjust to having more downtime when the bear begins hiring more staff and he's not needed 24/7. he struggles with letting go of some control, but begins to appreciate having more than one day off a week.

nsfw thoughts:

okay so we already know that our acts of service king loves to go down on his partner. like i'm genuinely so obsessed with the fact that as a fandom we universally agree on this. he's also a bit of a people pleaser so... this just makes sense to me.

i do think, for the most part, he lets you lead as you probably have more experience than him, and he wants to learn what you like/don't like.

however, i think over time, he'd definitely gain more confidence in the bedroom and would feel more comfortable taking the lead more often.

the more confident he gets, the more you let him lead, and frankly, you find it really hot when he takes control. like i don't think carmy will ever be a dom daddy, but he would engage in some light spanking, leaving love bites all over you, and fucking you into the mattress by the end of the sesh.

carmy is def a needy bb who loves to be praised/hear that you're his, how much you need him, how good he makes you feel.

#carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #make my heart surrender

[whbfan]

The Two Stars That Fell From the Sky | Part 2/6

Lucifer’s pupils which were so big that they almost filled his eyes surveyed the boy’s features.

Lucifer: …..?

Lucifer stared at the boy’s face in his field of vision for a moment in a daze, and then realized that the boy in his field of vision was looking down at him, close enough for their noses to touch.

The tip of Lucifer’s nose caught a whiff of the boy’s healthy, fresh body odor, and the scent of blood and medicine mixed with it made him instinctively tense.

???: Huh—! You can’t strain your body yet! Every single bone in your body is broken…!

As the boy gasped and shimmed back, Lucifer slid his gaze down to look at his body.

His body was full of splits, bandages, and medicine. He didn’t need to ask who did it.

Lucifer: Get lost… Don’t bother.

The cold voice was lifeless, like someone who had just crawled out of the netherworld, but strangely sensual.

Having lost the will to live, he found everything cumbersome, The boy’s efforts were admirable, but he didn’t want to say or think of anything.

???: ………!!!

The boy’s eyes sparkled and a rosy glow appeared on his handsome cheeks at Lucifer’s cold words.

???: Your voice…!! It’s so cool….!!!

Lucifer: ……….

When the boy made a fuss and shouted, the staff tied to his back tinkled frantically.

Lucifer frowned. He was languid and weary, and the presence of the boy beside him was too much.

But it wasn’t hard dismissing the boy. All he had to do was tell him ‘the truth’.

???: Aren’t you thirsty? Shall I give you something to drink? Oh, you should loosen your body and—

Lucifer: Everything you’ve done is for naught. As long as I’m in Hell, my wounds won’t heal.

???: Eek— why?!

Lucifer: Because I’m an angel.

It was ridiculous to say that when he had neither wings nor halos, but now that he had said it was useless, he hoped the young creature beside him would go away.

???: Yes, I know.

Said the boy, then ran off with the tinkling of bells, and soon returned with the same sound.

White large feathers that were still bloodstained were still in his hands.

???: I’m sorry… Some of it came off while I treated you. You have gotten better in other places, but this wound won’t heal so I can’t stop the bleeding…

Moreover, the boy looked tearful like it made him upset.

???: You’re saying it’s slow to heal in Hell because you’re an angel, right? That’s a shame… I hope you get better soon.

When the boy sighed, the staff on his back seemed to tinkle in agreement.

Lucifer: (That’s…)

Lucifer stared at the round gem at the end of the boy’s staff.

Looking back at Lucifer who was quietly staring in his direction, the boy gave a stare and hastily brought a wet towel.

???: It’s time to wipe your body. It’s gonna hurt a little when it touches your wounds since you’re awake, but endure…

Lucifer: You’re a pain. Get lost.

Lucifer glared at the boy, his large pupils filled with hostility.

It would have made perfect sense if he replied with ‘That bed you’re lying in, those sheets you’re under—they’re all mine!’

???: Mmm. I was going to go out tomorrow to get food!

The boy didn’t succumb to Lucifer’s cold treatment and answered with a bright smile as cool as a dawn breeze.

???: It’s going to take some time since I’m getting food for two people, so I might not come home today.

The boy spoke with a shadowless face, not the least bit disgruntled.

???: I’ll be back tomorrow! Sleep some more!

After the boy left there was a sound of the front doors closing beyond the closed bedroom.

Lucifer finally close his eyes slowly in the silence.

Then, the scene he last saw before losing consciousness filled his view as though it had been waiting for him.

—

Lucifer: Our Father, who art in Heaven…

Crunch…!!

Lucifer’s sharp nails dug into the flesh and muscle of his back.

Lucifer: Hallowed be thy name…

Crack…!!

Lucifer’s bloody hand pulled out one of his wing bones and crushed it.

Lucifer: Thy kingdom come…

Riiip…!!

There was a bizarre sound as the tendons attached to the broken wingbone snapped, and finally a piece of wing attached to one shoulder detached completely from the body and fell away.

When one of Lucifer’s twelve great wings fell away, the light began to disappear from his body.

He that hath no wings, shall not be able to set foot in Heaven.

Even so, Lucifer didn’t stop praying or harming himself.

Lucifer: Forgive us our sins…

Lucifer: And lead us not into temptation…

Lucifer: But deliver us from evil…

As the prayer continued, his wings fell to the ground.

The fallen wings sank as they hit the ground, passing right through the ground, as if to show that they didn’t belong in Heaven.

Lucifer: For thine is the kingdom,

Lucifer: The power and the glory,

Lucifer: For ever and ever…!!!

As Lucifer finished praying and ripped his last wing off…

Flash—!

The area which had always been daylight thanks to Lucifer’s halo was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The moment his last, twelfth wing fell from him, Lucifer felt the terrifying sensation he had never felt before, if his halo disappearing.

With that, his body began to sink.

That was how Lucifer fell.

Leaving behind his brothers reaching out desperately as he receded—leaving behind the distraught Seraphim.

—

The figures and voices of the weeping and raging Seraphim followed like a never-ending whirling dervish.

At some point, Lucifer was once again trapped in a world of darkness and unconsciousness.

Unconscious for the past week, he had to endure the pain over and over again in an unconscious state with no concept of time.

But he suddenly regained consciousness,

Lick–

Lucifer: ……….!

With a familiar warmth.

It was the same then. It was this warmth that woke him up after endlessly being resented by the Seraphim.

When Lucifer opened his eyes with a start, the boy’s face that was much too close again filled his entire view.

Lucifer: (…Again.)

???: Oh! You’re up! Good timing. I cooked rice porridge so eat it while it’s hot—

Clang—!!

When the friendly boy came with a bowl of porridge on a tray, Lucifer swatted it away with his arm.

The flying tray smashed into the stone wall, and the house shook slightly.

The bowl shattered, grazing the body of the young creature in front of him, creating a gash and splattering the steaming remains of the porridge across his face.

Lucifer: I told you not to bother.

???: How can you move like that when you’re hurt!!

The boy yelped, cutting off Lucifer’s growl. Clink, clink!! The bells jingled. It was a sound that somehow made him feel better.

???: The bones in your arms haven’t mended yet!!

The boy seemed to have no learning ability, as he approached Lucifer like he forgot that he had refused his favor yesterday and had just thrown his porridge bowl.

The boy gently touched the loose splinted arm with a worried look on his face.

The bell jingled once, followed by a bright flash of light from the orb at the end of the boy’s staff.

The light flowed down the boy’s fingertips to sink into Lucifer’s arm.

The red, swollen flesh settled, the broken bones healed, and the arm that had been splinted straightened.

???: Huh….? Huhhh….?! The bones… mended…?!

The boy looked confused although he was the one who did it, and rejoiced.

???: Huh? It feels like the orb is brighter…

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the boy holding his staff with one hand and studying the orb at its tip.

Lucifer: …A dragon who doesn’t know how to use a magic pearl. It’s proof he’s alive.

When Lucifer muttered and strained his better arm to raise his upper body, the boy who had been studying the orb with a frown, lifted his head and met Lucifer’s gaze with gleaming eyes.

Lucifer thought the boy would make another fuss and say ‘Do you remember me?!’, but he smiled with the most mature look in his eyes that Lucifer had seen so far.

???: Yes, I wanted to thank you… and I was surprised when you fell here.

Lucifer looked at the vertically slit pupils staring back at him and remembered the first time he had seen them.

—

The war between Heaven and the Dragons.

It was more ambush and invasion or slaughter and carnage than war.

In the hands of the angel who tore through the dimension, the little dragon was held hostage by his throat, and all the dragons died before the angel without protest.

A single dragon was the size of a mountain, so when the majority of the dragons became composes and piled up, it became a giant mountain range of corpses.

And at the end of that mountain range, the last of the dragons stood before him, bloodied but undiminished in spirit, as he stared at Michael and his legion.

The dragon’s eyes were deeper than the others, and its scales were wrinkled with age.

Elder Dragon: From an interdimensional being… I have heard of you… Of brothers with the same father… Of angels slaying devils in the same world with your own hands…

The old dragon coughed blood. The blood dyed the dragon’s white beard. There were already more than a thousand spears of light in his stomach.

Michael was glaring at him squarely with both eyes.

#the two stars that fell from the sky #note: some dialogues were fixed or changed to be more accurate #whb #what in hell is bad #whb gamigin #whb lucifer #whb spoilers #whb event #what in ‘hell’ is bad

[count-alucard-tepes]

May I ask for OP hotties (Specially Croc uwu) on meeting their s/o's kiddo.

Like, they started a relationship with s/o and they told em "just so you know, I have a kid." Like, letting them know what they're getting into kinda thing.

idk if I explained it well oml...

Aww I love this 😄

Kizaru ✨: he would be fine with meeting his S/O’s child as he’s not one to judge and is open-minded even though he doesn’t have kids of his own yet. He’s cordial with the child and genuinely tries to connect with them. He doesn’t come off too strong but wants them to know that he wants to know them better.

Akainu🌋: he’s a little concerned on how the child would react to him since he doesn’t have much experience with children. He tries to get to know the child but it’s very obvious that he’s uncomfortable, it’s takes him sometime to be more at ease.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s way too casual with the kid and curses all the time, he literally gives zero fucks.

Fujitora 🐅: he makes sure to bring the child a gift and they bond almost instantly as he has that automatic dad energy that anyone younger than him immediately adopts him as their dad.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: he reads books that would give him an idea on how to bond with the child and also makes sure not to smoke around the child. He instantly becomes protective towards them and gives them advice. After their first meeting, the child usually calls him on his personal DDM and talks to him about random things and he loves it.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: he is a lot to handle on the first meeting mostly because the child is like ‘Why is he dressed like that?’. It takes sometime for them to bond and when they do, it’s usually pretty loud and crazy.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he gives off dad energy so the child is at ease with him off the back. He doesn’t smoke around them because he knows it’s not healthy for them.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: it’s really awkward like making new friends for him. He knows how to take care of his siblings because he’s been around them from the time they were born but now this child doesn’t know his nature so it’s a bit tricky. He is super protective of them and they bond over eating sweet treats.

Killer🔪: he really likes kids but they are a little scared off him because of his mask so he tends to take it off around them. He tries to hide his laugh because he’s shy about it but when the kid compliments him about his laugh or his hair, they kinda hit it off right there.

Kaido🐉: the kid is terrified of him the moment they see him because well he looks pretty scary but when he’s sober, he’s very gentle with the little ones as long as they don’t like Oden or anyone that tried to fight him.

King 👑 : he’s nervous to meet the child as he doesn’t know how’d they react to him. The child is beyond excited to see his wings and his flame and wishes they had that too! This makes him smile and he offers to take them for a short flight which they happily agree to.

Queen👑: he’s excited to meet the child and asks them to help him with a song so that they could perform it for his S/O and he tries to keep it light. By the end of their meeting, they’re bff’s.

Izou🔫🔫: the child is in awe about how pretty he is and wants to compliment him but is too shy. So he just tries to get to know the child more and tells them about his childhood before taking them to get some sweet treats.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: he doesn’t really know how to interact with kids and has to get some advice from his colleagues before making sure to just be relaxed with the child and talk about their interests. It takes some time before they’re both at ease with each other.

Oven Charlotte 🍞: he brings the kid some freshly baked chocolate croissants and invites the kid to come to one of the bakeries to help him with some new recipes, the kid immediately takes to him and is literally attached to him from then because of what a goof ball he is.

Buggy🤡: he’s a complete mess when he meets the child because he wants to make a good impression but he also doesn’t want to scare the kid, however, the kid adores him from the moment they meet because he’s so funny. This warms his heart.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a very lay back person who grew up with many different people so he knew exactly how to act around children and the child is comfortable and at ease in his presence.

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: he acts like a tough guy but deep down he does care for children quite a lot. He brings a toy that he made himself for the kid and tells them they could build stuff together if they want. The kid becomes his favorite person after that.

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he loves kids and his clumsy self is something that makes the kid laugh. He and the child become best of friends immediately after meeting.

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: he doesn’t really like kids but he tries his best to be nice and buys the kid ice cream. He tries to not smoke around the kid but he’s really cranky.

Gecko Moria🦇: the child is creeped out by him but he is gentle with kids as he was with Perona and the child eventually warms up to him especially when he resurrects their pet dog.

Iceburg💜: he bonds with them by taking walks in parks where he could feed birds and other animals, the child feels more at ease around him when they see how gentle and caring he is. They also think he’s pretty funny.

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: he immediately is showing the kid with gifts and practically bribed them which works for a while until he starts to get to know the kid better, he eventually adopts a dad role with them.

Rob Lucci🐆: he is nervous to meet the child but he plays it off cool, it’s a little awkward at first but once they warm up to each other, they become good friends.

#one piece #sir crocodile #one piece akainu #akainu sakazuki #crocodile one piece #donquixote doflamingo #one piece kizaru #king one piece #killer one piece #rosinante donquixote #aramaki ryokugyu #fujitora issho #fujitora one piece #benn beckman #katakuri charlotte #katakuri one piece #izou one piece #kaido one piece #queen one piece #monkey d dragon #eustass captain kidd #charlotte oven #buggy the clown #marco the phoenix #gecko moria #iceburg one piece #gild tesoro #rob lucci #who’s who one piece #borsalino kizaru

[breathlessmorro]

Read your post about wu, misako, and garmadon and the love triangle. Great post and loved your joke. If you didn't make a post yet, I was wondering what your opinion is on the season 3 love triangle between Nya, Jay, and Cole?

Part two-

Okay so history lesson: season three is around the time the showrunners figured out that girls watched the show as well, and what better way to appeal to girls than with love drama right guys??? Because that's not stereotypical and insensitive, and butchering female characters for the sake entertainment isn't misogynistic at all!

... Okay so I have some negative thoughts, but the love triangle doesn't necessarily have to be bad? It's not great writing, but NinjaGo writers are known to sacrifice consistency for the sake of the plot a LOT so I'm not going to make a huge deal out of it. Up until Cole was described as Nya's "perfect match," she never had any interest in him. The love triangle between her and Cole comes completely out of nowhere, and gets treated more seriously in the show than most of the fans take it.

So let's try to break it down - Nya and Jay establish at the beginning of season 3 that they have some boundaries. They don't state what they are, but it's implied Jay isn't allowed to fawn over her and get super clingy. Which, after a reminder, Jay actually fulfills. The first episode implies they're in a healthy relationship, with even their students knowing about it. Nya even seems excited by the idea that Jay might be her perfect match.

Then she gets paired with Cole, and she insists no one say anything. Now, I'm gonna dip into my psychology classes and say that Nya's sudden "feelings" and "attraction" to Cole is based off of the power of suggestion rather than actual attraction.

The Power of Suggestion is the theory that when an individual has an idea conveyed to them, and only after that, said idea becomes a reality. The way it works is that your brain has to consider every idea that pops up in it, and how you react to that idea can strengthen it. Nya's extreme shock to the idea that she's meant to be with Cole solidified the suggestion that she should be with him in her mind, and with the way the human brain works, she was already thinking of reasons why. When your brain makes a statement, it automatically looks for proof, and so that's why Nya was able to believe that she genuinely had feelings for Cole - because she had plenty of reasons for why she could.

It's confirmed that Cole didn't really have feelings for Nya. He liked the attention, and because of Jay immediately getting mad at him for it, he amped up his own reactions. I don't think Cole ever had feelings for Nya, and he just got competitive because that's part of his personality.

Jay on the other hand. Since day ONE Jay has been interested in Nya. He wanted to know her favorite color, wanted to impress her. Him unlocking his true potential was because she admitted she actually liked him no strings attached. He's been head over heels for that girl from the start, and he's canonically very insecure about being liked. So when Pixal, someone who almost never lies, says that she's supposed to be with Cole, and Nya doesn't immediately reassure him? He was bound to react the way that he did. That being said, immediately jumping to violence was wrong of him, especially because he didn't technically have proof Cole had acted on anything, but it makes sense.

To put it bluntly, everybody messed up. Nya shouldn't have hid the perfect match thing, or tried to initiate any kind of romantic affection with Cole. Cole shouldn't have reciprocated, and especially shouldn't have endorsed hiding it from Jay. Jay should have asked what was going on, and actually gotten the information he needed before going on the attack - not to mention he should have focused his hurt on the fact that Nya actually kind of cheated on him, but it's understandable why he was mad at Cole.

If someone wants to argue for Mudshock, I'm all for it! I just don't like the way it was canonically portrayed. It did feel very teenager-y so kudos to the team for being accurate to the vibes, but ultimately they ended up butchering two incredible characters (Nya and Cole) for the sake of marketing. I don't think anyone who wrote this actually knows how upsetting it is when you find out your partner is cheating on you with your best friend, so they played up the love triangle for the masses.

TL:DR: in canon? I'm not a fan of Mudshock. In fanon, where it gets explored and balanced out and all three of them are healthy and supportive??? ABSOLUTELY SIGN ME UP BABY

#breathless speaks #nya smith #nya ninjago #jay walker #jaya #jay ninjago #jayashipping #mudshock #cole x nya #i forgot what cole x nya omfggg

[houndfaker]

actually i think i should ramble on some of the groundwork for the weird kym swap au thing because im doing it kinda weirdly

so typically with swap aus you fully change around how everything works but im a fan of “maintaining certain story aspects and trading others” so that’s what im toying with here

not everything is in a perfectly preened timeline yet since i just came up with the idea Yesterday but i made some strides in establishing certain parts

asw kikuno was dispatched the night that death got loose, takeharu (and his young daughter, refusing to be left at home) observing the battle that would take place on the moonlight bridge at what was thought to be a safe enough distance. a stray attack lands by them, thankfully only knocking takeharu unconscious but unfortunately resulting in the death of the accompanying kirijo bodyguards. when kikuno is able to restrict death into mere essence, only one healthy vessel remains. the asw, automatic and relentless, approaches mitsuru kirijo who is hunched over her fathers unconscious body, afraid and crying, and uses her to seal death.

this is where the divergence really starts happening. after the incident, only mitsuru is able to clearly remember what occurred, and she doesn’t comprehend what kikuno did to her because she’s a child. what she does comprehend is that last she saw kikuno, she was hurt and limping toward her. so she starts asking what happened to her and if she can see her. takeharu initially refuses as he isn’t sure why she’s so bent on seeing her, but ergo research, catching wind of this, urges him to let her visit the lab. he eventually allows it.

mitsuru visits kikuno consistently as she receives repairs. her memory is corrupted as a result of overexerting herself amidst the situation, but she is left with an instinctive feeling like she has to be beside mitsuru, has to protect her. she expresses this to the researchers working on her multiple times when mitsuru isn’t present.

after mitsuru awakens (the scenario is the same with those key differences; she awakens while protecting her father, but penthesilea briefly becomes thanatos and goes wild) kikuno is not put away, but refurbished for the purpose of becoming mitsuru’s bodyguard. takeharu’s orders. he knows an attachment has formed between them, and that mitsuru, stubborn as she is, will not be letting up from the research going into the dark hour anytime soon. he has a lot more Fear in this timeline due to his negligence that night on the moonlight bridge.

mitsuru doesn’t have access to the velvet room until sees begins operation, signifying the true start of her ‘journey’. usually when a wildcard awakens this happens right away but given how young she was and how she wouldn’t really be fully utilizing the power of the wildcard until sees is official and active, this seems like the best way to go about it

asw kikuno has had a lot more time to develop than aigis in canon. but because she sees herself wholly as a tool to serve, she still experiences moderate setbacks in the actualization of her own humanity. it does make the later revelation regarding what exactly she did to mitsuru (which mitsuru has likely blocked out by the main events of p3) that much more devastating. 6 long years of protecting her, was it all her programming in service of the seal and not the one she had considered herself so devoted to? what is she without that purpose? can she even look mitsuru in the eye after it all crashes down on them?

wildcard mitsuru is quite a bit more uh. well her already deep guilt is probably not made any better by the fact that she’s a wildcard. all of the extra weight on her shoulders of having a special version of an already rare power and whatnot definitely make her feel at least a little like a puppet on a string for fate. it’s only befitting, though, right? the heir of the very group that wanted to harness death so badly being instrumental in the true elimination of the dark hour…all this to say she is walking a bit of a tightrope with her mental stability LMAO. the back to back of ikutsukis betrayal/takeharus death and then the eventual reveal of harboring death itself for years and years back to back are going to be soul-crushing to say the least.

eiichiro takeba didn’t have children in this timeline, but he did want for one rather badly. so badly in fact that his desires affected that little piece of death he was constantly in near contact with, and influenced what eventually would be her shape before his untimely death. appriser yukari is the daughter he never had. (i know this is so silly and a stretch but i think it’d be fun)

appriser yukari is different without the full extent of canon yukari’s backstory. i think she maintains much of her attitude (perhaps more things passed down from a mixture of eiichiro’s influence and her presence within mitsuru?) but she’s quite a bit more friendly and well yk oozing charm as a peppy little transfer student. she’s drawn instantly to mitsuru, who is fresh off of losing her drive for everything. yukari just wants to make her smile again. (again? she hasn’t seen her smile before, though. she’s been nothing but tired and gloomy since they first met. well, she kinda feels like it’s fate, in a way. like she was destined to come into mitsurus life at that moment and pick her up. it’s like a mushy romance cliche…)

more to come…happy to take suggestions on other roleswaps for this because I’m having fun rearranging the lore to fit, and i was realy only focused on the kym aspect.

#p3 #quinn moment #i fr thought it would be a one off where i just mess with the designs and then leave it but then i started Thinking #kym swap au

[prsk-krow]

Heya there! 🌻 anon here, making another request!

Alright, I honestly just had the sudden urge to request this wahaha- sooo.. can I request for (R)omantic Yan!Kanade x reader? just some general headcanons would be alright!

Though, I'm not sure if you're comfortable with writing characters as Yanderes- So if you feel uncomfortable in writing with this kind of concept, then it's alright! but if you do decide on making this request then that's also okay! just make sure you're not forcing yourself- ^^;

As I usually say, take your time if you decide to do this request! don't rush yourself<33

That's all and thank you!!✮\(^o^)/✮

{YANDERE!Kanade general headcanons...} [R]

IT'S TIME!! Don't worry, the reason I allowed yandere requests is bcuz I don't mind them! In fact I've been waiting for a request like this... I know many in the verse don't like Yan, but I kinda like them... So TYSM for the request!!

Also I received the request to change the ask, but I finished this b4 then so that'll be something separate... •^•

WARNING: YANDERE CONTENT BELOW!!

Kanade has spend a lot of her time trying to save others, but this goal of hers has left her not only lonely, but also pretty unhealthy and devoid of affection. It's sad, but it's exactly this that makes her value her close ones so much...

She probably comes to know you through her housekeeper, as you come one day as a replacement because she couldn't come! She had already gotten pretty attached to her, so for you? It doesn't start strong, but it's a head start for her obsession to start...

She doesn't start getting close though, and her obsession takes a long while to truly start. Since she hasn't learned much about her feelings yet, the biggest thing in her mind is simply composing and working. It's you who has to make the first step, and that's when her thoughts about you start to shift.

The more you talk to her the more she starts to realize how strange this is. When she finishes a piece and should be thinking about her next one, she's thinking about if you'd like it. Same when in the process of composing something new and thinking about how much you'd like it.

And eventually, she'll stop herself from overworking another night and ask herself: What's happening? Why is she thinking about you so much? She needs to save someone, that's why she's composing. So why does your image flood her mind every single moment that passes? That's when she realizes that her feelings for you may be something more important than she thought...

It's not soon before Kanade makes the sudden request for you to visit more often! She misses your face, and wants to see you?? Well, no matter! If she's happy then you're willing to visit even on weekdays and check up on her! It's ironic, how your visits that were meant to keep her healthy are now making her act the opposite way.

"Ah... Yeah, t-thanks for coming again. I know I just saw you yesterday, but having someone like you by my side helps me a lot, you know? It's always been hard for me to do things all by myself, and at first I didn't mind, really... But now that you're here, I think I can live a better way each day that passes..."

Every time you visit, she wants to stop composing and come talk to you, have you make small talk with her, make her meals, everything. But she's just so awkward... How does she get you to talk? How can she ask you to cook without looking disrespectful? That's why she turns to composing once again.

One day, as she composes something new, you catch her writing the lyrics... She doesn't have enough time to hide them, and soon the jig is up... You think. In fact, although that part of the lyrics reveals that she holds romantic feelings for you, it doesn't show how deep they go...

So, having the wrong image in your head, you accept her as a couple! And that day, she doesn't even need to compose something to not be able to fall asleep. As you promise her to come over to live with her, she has a million thoughts running through her head. That's when, whether she realizes or not, that her obsession truly starts to manifest.

Her obsession is quiet, but lurking, never fading. She watches you inside her home, always too afraid to make a move. Sometimes you catch her, but she looks so inoffensive that you just tease her and drop the subject. Sometimes you don't, and she can spend hours simply stalking you...

However, she starts getting a little upset whenever you go outside. She can't follow you then after all... So she starts trying to convince you to stay more indoors. This works for now, as you still have the wrong impression of her love!

"Thank you for listening to me... I know that you really like to be outside, but now that we're together, I don't think it's a good idea... We can do everything together inside my... No, our home. Besides, not much of it has been out to use since my... My... A-anyways, want to order something?"

She continues to compose more and more, but this time she doesn't want anyone to see it. She uses songs as an outlet to let out her desires to spend an eternity with you by her side, with no care for the world outside of your home together...

The only reason now that she has to take care of herself is your concerns, as you watch the bags under her eyes grow. You feed her, and make sure she gets enough sleep! Thankfully she always listens to you, however if you ever forget to take care of her, her state will worsen fast...

She doesn't care much about her own state, it's hard for her to do that anymore. The only thing on her mind is you, what you say, what you do... And with thoughts of you filling her mind, how could she bother to do anything else than compose for you and observe you silently?

If she doesn't, you may be taken away, just like her family was... The thought of that consumes her with fear. She can't afford that to happen, so she continues to watch over you, making sure that you're happy, healthy, and safe together with her... If only she had more courage to speak what she truly thinks... Guess she'll just have to keep hiding it forever...

#project sekai #project sekai headcanons #project sekai imagines #project sekai x reader #prsk #pjsk x reader #pjsk #prsk x reader #pjsekai #pjsekai x reader #kanade yoisaki #kanade yoisaki x reader #yoisaki kanade #yoisaki kanade x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #/cawcanons #/🌻anon! #yandere kanade yoisaki

[nirawrite-holab-if]

What are Asta, Carmelo, Aedh and MC sibling reaction to a pregnant MC ? And if not too much to ask reaction drabble of MC giving birth to twins.

Here it is 👇🏼

Aedh: He'd be nostalgic...his baby having a baby. Another generation in the family starting and he would still be there to help and guide. This baby would already be greatly loved and cherished by him

Asta: She would be happy for the MC especially to be able to be present and be able to experience this moment. She would offer a lot of advice and tips to the MC about pregnancy and the first few months with a baby

Carmello: That would be the happiest time of his existence, to have one more descendant about to join the family. The guarantee of his lineage... He could even tear up.

Philon: He would be somewhat protective of the MC, he would want to always stay close to the MC and make sure everything was going perfect.

Briallen: She would be excited about the idea of a new baby in the family, especially being the MC's baby. Would the baby be like them? She would be the person most eager to meet the baby

Hagne: She would be happy for the MC and try to help in any way possible. The MC had always taken good care of her, so she would try to return the favor

Theron: He would be content with the idea of no longer being the youngest member of the family and would remind everyone of that. He would also be excited to become an uncle and be able to teach the baby all the fun things he knows

🖤🤍

The MC waited until the entire family was gathered outside to call them to her chamber.

One of the handmaidens barely had time to get out of the front of the door before Aedh, Asta, Carmello, and the MC's siblings entered the room with anxious eyes.

"Where's the baby?" Carmello asked looking at every corner of the room.

"Baby?" The MC asked, feigning confusion as she made her way to a door that led to another room attached to her own. "You mean babies, right?"

"Babies?" Asta's eyes widened. "You mean...?"

"Did you have twins?!" Theron and Hagne exclaimed at the same time.

"See for yourselves"

One by one they followed the MC to the next room.

There, two handmaidens stood next to two cribs arranged in the middle of the room - each with a baby.

"That's awesome, MC," Carmello said. "It's the first time this has happened in our history."

"You must be exhausted" Asta looked worried at the MC, but when she looked towards the cribs and there was a glint of pride in her eyes too.

"We're not going to linger too long here" Aedh stood next to the babies examining them with interest and a barely disguised smile on his lips. "They're perfect MC"

"I can't tell who they look like," Briallen murmured, leaning over the cribs. "When are we going to be able to see if they have fangs?"

"I think that's still going to take a while," the MC replied as she sat in an armchair.

"With you this was a matter of months," Asta recalled. "Do you remember that, Carmello?"

"Oh, yes. I still have your letter." The vampire replied with a laugh. "I thought you'd lose your mind"

"But twins don't always develop at the same rate, keep that in mind MC " Asta ignored Carmello and turned to Hagne and Theron who had not yet spoken. "What do you guys think of that? Two new babies"

"We're going to have a lot to teach them" Theron looked at Hagne. "Right sister? If they're going to succeed us as the cuties of the kingdom, they have to live up to their rank."

"I agree. No one better than us to take care of the babies" Hagne smiled at her brother.

"Take care? That's not quite what I meant..."

"Right," Philon interrupted suddenly as he cleared his throat. "The babies are cute and healthy but the MC needs to rest, let's go"

The only reaction to his words was silence.

"Come on, the MC wants some alone time to rest while the babies sleep"

"Fine...But tomorrow I'll be back" Briallen flashed a smile at the MC before leaving the room followed by the others.

Philon was the last to leave. He looked at the cribs and then at the MC

"I will keep the family in line, and the kingdom in order. Don't worry," he promised. "You've done a good job, your grace"

#answered ask #mc #the parents #the grandfather #the siblings #heir of light and blood

[chaotic-super]

Joining The Superfriends - 7

The resounding swoosh of a familiar red cape has Lena’s head turning to the sound in an instant, ready to greet Kara and comment on how she hasn’t been gone for long but she’s caught off guard when she sees that she’s not alone.

It’s not a good sight, Supergirl is carrying a struggling Dreamer over her shoulder in a fireman’s lift and is easily holding the squirming hero in place with a firm grip.

“Kara, what’s going on?” J’onn beats Lena to the punch, equally as confused about what’s happening as she is.

Kara makes her way down the stairs into the main room of The Tower. “Well, it seems like Dreamer has whatever it is that’s making people go crazy, I was just flying over the fields the Troruans planted to see whatever there is to see when I got a good earful of screams because it appears that Nia here decided to start terrorizing people by smashing the windows of stores.”

“Oh my god, was anyone hurt?” Lena questions, raising to her feet. She is just about to step forward but she takes another good look at Nia’s kicking feet and thinks better of it, at least it won’t hurt Kara.

Kara repositions her grip on Nia, barely letting her move an inch other than her flailing arms and legs that aren’t getting her anywhere. “Not that I could tell, I actually think that I caught her in the early stages of it but since I have her here, I’ll take her to the med bay and we can check to see if she has any bug bites. I’ll also check myself since I’ve been so close to her although, J’onn, it might be best you get the K-protocol ready, if I go nuts, you’ll have to contain me.”

J’onn nods resolutely. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

A strange look overcomes Kara’s face, like she’s lost in thought but also somehow acutely aware of everything going on around her, aware of each little squirm that Nia makes over her shoulder, and her fingers make minute movements to compensate for each of Nia’s.

“I’ll follow you down to the med bay and we can get her checked over. Do we have suitable restraints? I don’t want to get kicked or punched.”

“Yep, we have it all down there and we have a power dampener too so there will be no dream energy flying across the room.” Kara’s voice is flat, a blinding contradiction to her toothy smile that would almost definitely have Lena fooled if she didn’t hear the sad undertones to her words.

She doesn’t call her out on it though, figuring that she doesn’t know Kara well enough yet that she can do so in a healthy way. That doesn’t mean she can’t check in on her though, which she is planning on doing as soon as she finds the opportune moment.

Kara grabbles Nia onto the bed and holds her down with a single hand to her sternum. “Lena, if you go into the cupboard over on the right you’ll find a black box with a pointy ariel thing on the top, that’s the power dampener, it turns on with the little switches on the side. You’ll have to put it in the centre of the room for it to affect us the best.”

“What do you mean by ‘us’? Lena does as she’s told, turning it on and moving it so it’s placed in what she judges to be the centre of the room.

Kara has to grab Nia with a lot more strength to keep her down now that their powers are out and she has to hold her hands down and pin her with a knee on her chest to keep her in place. “It affects me too. Grab the restraints from the drawer to the left of the sink, please.”

Lena rushes to get them, attaching the strong brown leather cuffs to the rails of the bed and then to each wrist when Kara forces each one over in to the open straps to be closed by Lena’s meticulous fingers.

Once her wrists are in place, they each take a leg, being mindful not to get kicked. When they are done they are left standing either side of a thrashing Nia, her teeth audibly grinding and her muscles straining relentlessly against her bindings.

“Do you think we should let her calm down before we try to check for bites?” Lena asks.

Kara keeps staring at Nia’s angry form for a few more seconds before she replies. “We’ll draw the curtain around her for a few minutes, the alone time might help, if it doesn’t then we’ll have to wait for Alex to come and sedate her.”

Alex had left just fifteen minutes earlier to run some errands but J’onn has probably already called her to get her to come back.

Kara draws the curtain around Nia, leaving her in her own little cubicle but doesn’t leave the med bay, instead she pulls up a chair across the room from Nia, listening to her thrash and keeping her eyes trained on the curtain, ready to pounce if somehow she gets out.

“Shall we go see if there’s any more news on what’s going on? Maybe see if there is anything about Dreamer to see when she started acting strangely?”

Kara leans back in her chair, her back still stiff, “you go ahead, Lena. I’m going to stay in here for now, in the dampeners, just in case.”

Lena frowns. “Kara, you’re acting kind of weird. Are you alright? What’s K-protocol?”

Kara bites down on her lips awkwardly, trying to figure out the most tactful way to answer those questions, the least painful way.

Lena sees the conflict on her face, it’s clear to see that she’s trying her best but the words just aren’t coming to her so she eases off. “I’ll go see what’s happening and then I’ll be back, there’s no pressure, Kara.”

Kara gives her a tight smile, appreciative but awkward.

J’onn is still in the main room but is now sat at one of the computers, typing away and researching something, a crease firmly seated in her brow.

“Hey, we have Nia restrained in the med bay and Kara is refusing to come out of there because that’s where the power dampener is. Are we really that worried that she has passed it on that Kara has to do that?”

“No, we’re not.” J’onn answers. “But Kara has felt the consequences of something like this before, when she was infected with red kryptonite by someone wishing to harm her. She put thousands of civilians at risk because of choices she couldn’t control and she’s has never forgiven herself for it. She will do anything to prevent it, including using K-protocol, which will release kryptonite into the tower to stop her from leaving. It might be best you go and stay with her, she could do with the company.”

Lena bundles up her laptop and charger under her arm. “I’ll keep an eye on her then. We are just waiting to see if Nia will calm down enough for us to check her over but if she’s still acting how she was when I left then we will have to sedate her.”

J’onn hums his understanding. “I already called Alex, she’ll be back soon and I will send her your way as soon as she gets here.”

“Thanks J’onn.”

Lena slows her stride back to the med bay, out of her depth for this kind of thing. She’s good at computers and building things and science experiments, not helping people with complex feelings, she can’t even keep her own feelings straight, let alone straighten out somebody else’s. This is going to be the hardest part of the job for her.

Kara looks up at her with surprise when she wanders back in. “I thought you were going to see how it’s all going topside.”

“I can do that from my laptop anywhere, besides, you’d get lonely down here.” Lena drags a chair next to Kara’s and balances her laptop on her crossed legs, her charger dropped onto the floor beside her. Kara looks at her strangely and Lena can’t quite tell what she’s thinking. “Is that ok?”

Kara just about nods, not saying anything and turning her attention back to the curtain. Nia is still struggling, they can hear her and it actually hurts their hearts to hear the young woman doing so, knowing what a loving, kind, bubbly person she is and how she has been demeaned and reduced to this.

“K-protocol is to stop me from hurting anyone if I can’t control myself.” Kara mutters, not looking over at her. “There is kryptonite in lead boxes in the walls, it can be released with a special remote that is coded. J’onn has it. There is also Kryptonite cuffs in storage and a sedative with a kryptonite needle. I asked J’onn to get it all out so nothing bad happens, the safety of the city is the top priority.”

Lena isn’t quite sure what to say to that. She understands why those protocols are necessary but it isn’t a nice thing to think about.

“I just don’t want to hurt anyone.” Kara whispers, barely audible.

Lena clears her throat, responding the only way she knows how. “Then I will make sure that we do everything to stop that from happening. This is actually giving me a great idea for magnetic wrist cuffs so they can snap together and come apart with the flick of a button. They would be great in situations like these.”

Kara lets out a wet laugh and it makes Lena notice that she’s actually crying, not a lot, but there’s a good few tears leaking from her eyes. She doesn’t wipe them away though, unashamed in a way that Lena doubts she will ever be. “That sounds awesome, you should do that.”

“I will once all of this is over.”

“Good. You do really good work here.”

Lena blushes at the unexpected compliment, her insecurities not letting her believe it but she wishes she did. “That’s really nice of you to say.”

“I’m not saying it to be nice. I’m saying it because it’s true. You haven’t been here long and yet you’re already coming up with things to help us out and you care so much, I can tell you do, you have a huge heart. You’re meant to be here, I just wish you would believe that.”

“I wish I did too, but I don’t. I do know that I’m doing more meaningful work here than I ever did before and that makes me feel really good about myself. I’m in the healthiest headspace I’ve been in since, well, ever.”

Kara’s shoulders relax, appreciating that the conversation has been directed away from herself now. “And if we can help it, you’ll stay in that healthy headspace, we are all here to support you.”

Lena pitches her with a grateful look, her eyes crinkling and her lips curling upwards. “And I will do the best I can to do the same for you guys too.”

“Are you two being all soppy again?” Alex strolls in, ignoring the grunting coming from in the curtained off area.

“You betcha.” Kara laughs, finally swiping her cheeks of the tears that have now dried.

Alex manoeuvres her way around the med bay, at home in her space and at ease doing what she does best. Lena hasn’t had a real chance to see her working with medicine before so seeing her fiddling with different medications and medical instruments is an odd sight but it doesn’t feel at all out of place.

“Alrighty then, let’s get this Dreamer out like a light and we can see what we have on our hands. Ladies, if you would like to assist me?” Alex nods to the curtain, a needle with a sedative ready to go, in hand.”

They both get up to help, Lena having not even turned her laptop on to try and see what has been occurring on the streets of National City.

Rounding the bed with Nia glaring around the room, never settling on one person for too long, they each take up their posts. Lena stands away from Kara and Alex and speaks to Nia, trying to get her to look over at her, getting her attention with soft words of comfort that are quickly ignored and discarded.

To be honest, Nia doesn’t hear them at all, or doesn’t react to them, but she does keep staring at Lena, eyes full of hate. It reminds her so much of the way Lex used to look at her that she almost breaks the eye contact but the distraction lets Kara hold Nia’s arm down for the sedative to be injected by Alex.

Nia’s eyes droop shut right before her and Lena lets out a sigh of relief as the body on the bed finally relaxes.

They wait for a minute, checking that she really is out before Alex gets her little light to check Nia’s eyes just to be doubly sure before she releases the restraints. “Alright, I’ll check her over. Will you give us some privacy please? I’ll have to take her suit off.”

“No problem, sis. Lena can you go grab her spare clothes from downstairs?” Kara guides her out and closes the curtain behind them.

Lena agrees right away. “Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

It’s a quick trip downstairs to one of the lower levels of The Tower to grab Nia’s spare clothes, some sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, but when she gets back Alex is huddled over of the counter looking at something and Kara is peering over her shoulder, trying to get a good look herself.

“I feel like I’ve missed something.” Lena declares, wandering over.

“We found our bug, but it’s not the kind we we’re expecting. I guess you were half right in your theory, Lena.” Alex steps back so she can take a look.

Laid out on a metal tray is a little robotic bug with a tiny needle protruding from one end of it. “I’m going to hazard a guess and say that this is connected to her temporary insanity.”

“I’d bet my life on it.” Kara says.

Alex grabs the clothes out of Lena’s hand. “I’ll get her dressed and then we can all take it in turns checking ourselves over for these. We don’t know how long it takes to kick in so this could have been on her for longer than she knew, it was on the back of her neck so be sure to check there thoroughly.”

Lena keeps looking at the little bug, her eyes probing it and mentally dismantling it so she can try and find a way to shut them down and possibly reverse the effects of them, although that isn’t the biggest worry since the effects are only temporary anyway so they can just wait it out.

“Interesting.”

“What is?” Kara leans in next to her.

“You can see that it has a little store of fluid underneath it, it must inject the host with whatever it’s carrying. Whatever they are getting injected with is very potent though because if this came off of Nia and got her this bad and still has more left in the stores, it’s bad. She can’t have been given more than one drop.”

Kara’s hair tickles her arm where it just about rests on her skin but she doesn’t dare to move it, barely breathing so she doesn’t disturb Kara’s curious gaze at the bug because she doesn’t want her to move away from her.

She doesn’t move a muscle the entire time Kara is in her space and is happy to stay holding her breath forever if that’s what it takes but Alex is here to ruin the moment yet again. “Lena, breathe. I know Kara smells bad but I think you’re being dramatic.”

Kara whips her head up to look at her.

“I didn’t want to breathe in your face.”

“Whatever, Nia is dressed so I’ll wheel her out here and one of you can take the cubicle. Please go separately, don’t do anything disgusting in my safe space.” Alex doesn’t let them get into it.

Kara goes first, giving Lena a cute little smile on her way and waving before sliding the curtain shut behind her, leaving her standing with Alex and a passed out Dreamer.

“I don’t want a word from you.” She warns Alex.

Alex holds her hands up defensively. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Like hell you weren’t.”

A casual shrug from her tells Lena that she was right. “So, you had your little chat with Kara yet about the whole smoochy-smoochy you guys shared?”

“Not yet, this all happened so there hasn’t been a good time and Kara’s been on edge. I don’t want to push her.”

Alex agrees with a relenting head tilt but still has to get a jab in there. “You didn’t mind ushing your lung capacity though.”

Kara slides the curtain open with a smile. “I’m all clear. Lena, you’re up.”

She’s glad to be away from Alex. She likes her and admires her take no shit attitude but god, she’s annoying when she wants to be, exactly how she always imagined siblings should be. It’s just another reminder of how awful Lex is.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she gets right to it, stripping off her shirt to start checking her skin, her torso is clear, and so are her arms, nothing in her belly button. She runs her fingertips over her neck, checking to see if she can feel any unwanted visitors. Nothing there.

Her shoulders are next, nothing again, nothing to be scared of. From what she can feel of her back, that’s clear too.

She slides her shirt back on, now are of how quickly her heart is racing. She wasn’t nervous about finding something on herself until she came in here.

Her pants are the next to go, she slides them down her legs and her eyes find it right away, one tiny little silver bug attached to the top of her thigh.

“Guys?” She calls out through the curtain. “I’ve got one.”

Kara and Alex barrel through into the cubicle, eyes finding the little bug on her skin and widening at the sight.

Alex turns and jogs out to get tweezers and something to contain it in then rushes right back, handing the tweezers to Kara and holding open the little jar so it can be thrown into it.

Kara reaches the tweezers towards it, and just as she is bringing the two sides of the metal together it moves, jumps actually, landing right on her wrist where it promptly jabs its needle into her flesh.

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[elvenbeard]

V paced back and forth between wardrobe and mirror. Checking his outfit, mumbling something, then tossing his blazer, his shirt, his pants, or whatever else was bothering him onto the growing pile of clothes on the bed to start looking for something new. Rinse and repeat. Kerry watched him from a distance for a while, reading through the interview questions the screamsheet people had sent a final time. His manager had attached detailed answers for every single one, obviously. Kerry had already decided to ignore all that and just stick to the story he and V had agreed upon telling them.

After V returned to the mirror for the fifth or sixth time, Kerry put his datapad down and got up from the sofa to join him.

“Gettin’ hot in here, won’t even need my lighter,” he said quietly, fingers trailing down V’s back, looking at them both in the mirror. V scoffed, fumbling with the collar of the sleek black blazer he had picked out now, similar to the one Kerry was wearing already.

 “Dunno,” V mumbled, looking at himself closer, dark circles under his eyes undeniable. He was sleeping better again, finally, but still not as well or regularly as he’d like to.

“Bein’ this nervous is so unlike you,” Kerry noted, and almost instantly bit his tongue. He didn’t want to sound judgmental. V turned to look at him briefly, then back at himself in the mirror and brushed his fingers through his hair. He’d just recently dyed it back to his favorite colors, blond on top, purple on the sides. To how it had been like when they first met. Kerry had missed the bold look, and so had V. It was like he was slowly becoming himself again, after all the doubts and pain and setbacks of the last months. It made Kerry’s heart beat a little faster… with hope.

“Dunno why I’m getting all worked up about it as much,” V then said, “It’s like… I’m headed to a performance audit…”

V rarely spoke of his corporate days, usually not unless Kerry specifically asked. Occasionally he completely forgot V had ever worked for Arasaka, so little did that mental image fit his perception of him. But he’d seen photos, and V’s old ID card. The way he occasionally talked, behaved, and often immediately saw through all the corporate scheming going on around them, even the way he managed things at the Afterlife by now were also undeniable hints to this part of his past. But still… His mainline an ex-corpo. His younger self would’ve tackled him, tried to punch some sense into him at the mere notion of this ever being a possibility.

“How’d those go down?” Kerry asked, to stop V from messing with his outfit even more, diverting his attention elsewhere, away from the mirror. It was almost ten, the medias would be here soon. Surprisingly his manager wasn’t frantically ringing the doorbell yet. V paused and slowly turned to look at him again. Kerry took his hand and led him towards the stairs.

“They’d call you in unannounced, once a week usually. More frequently when things didn’t go how they wanted,” V recounted, slowly, as if he needed to choose his words carefully, “Often you wouldn’t know in advance if you’d be in there alone, or with your team, or with your supervisors. And you’d never know if they were about to tear you a new one in front of the whole department or praise you to the high heavens while everyone else got their asses kicked. All in the name of creating healthy internal competition, I figure…”

“That’s messed up,” Kerry said as they reached the downstairs living room. He grabbed both their sunglasses from the coffee table, handing V his, but not putting his own on just yet.

“It’s how it worked. How it still does, I assume,” V said with a sober tone.

“Well… but today you know what to expect at least, right?” Kerry tried to cheer him up.

V put on his glasses, mirrored golden lenses to obscure his face and tiredness at least a little bit. The journalists wanted to take photos of them both together, at least a few, even though it had been agreed upon upfront that only Kerry would be asked and answering questions. The whole scheme seemed so unnecessary, announcing their relationship to the public like that, with press conferences and social media posts, articles, exclusive interviews, and whatever else Kerry’s manager had organized. It wasn’t like they’d been hiding. That wasn’t their style. But with the way V’s health had been, and everything else going on on top, playing happy couple as a publicity stunt had been the very last of their priorities.

“I guess,” V said, crossing his arms “I just… hm.”

“Hm?”

Kerry smiled, placing his arms around V’s shoulders loosely, trying to find his gaze. V sighed.

“It’s not that I’m camera shy or anything,” he said.

“You’re not very shy in general,” Kerry laughed, trying to downplay his worry about V’s twitchy state this morning.

“I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of us, or this…,” V said quietly, turning his head away slightly, “You know how much I’m all for this, right?”

“I know,” Kerry said, pulling him a little closer, “But what’s the matter then?”

V slightly adjusted his glasses so he could look over their rim, so Kerry was able to look him in the eyes.

“It bothers me… as soon as this interview is published, it’s completely out of our control. ’s gonna be forever out there…” V then said, “If we go on a date somewhere… if I just go somewhere by myself, I feel at least somewhat in control of the situation… I can take precautions, and so on. It’s a conscious decision every time. But this…”

“You don’t like to be put on display, ‘s what you mean. For people you don’t even know to gawk and talk and draw conclusions, while you’re not there to set ‘em straight right away.”

V paused, and the way his eyes briefly lit up told Kerry he’d hit the nail on the head.

“I guess it boils down to that, yeah…” V said, letting his arms drop slowly, fingers finding Kerry’s belt to hold on to. Kerry had to force himself to not let his thoughts drift away from their conversation too much.

“It’s what I hated about the audits, too…” V added, “Felt like you were being put on trial with no way to defend yourself. You’d just have to sit it out and accept whatever consequences they decided for you, good and bad, no say in it yourself.”

He put is forehead against Kerry’s chest, so that Kerry could rest his chin on his head. They stood like that for a few seconds, enjoying the quiet before the inevitable storm.

“I hated it so much, back when I started out solo,” Kerry then said softly, “Even though I always knew it was part of the bargain, part of havin’ people hear you. You’d have to put yourself out there, no matter if you were in the mood for it or not, no matter what was going on at home or in your head, and just deal with it. But what I hated most, still do, is havin’ words put in my mouth, my meanin’ twisted around to fit someone else’s narrative.”

“People only hear what they wanna hear,” V recalled. His stance relaxed further as he leaned into Kerry’s embrace.

“Prolly sounds awful but… you get used to it,” Kerry continued, “I learned to play along, to survive… the same way you learned to play along and survive Arasaka’s mind games… and honestly, it feels pretty fuckin’ awesome when you get the chance to play everyone else, now and then, completely subvert their expectations…”

V’s head slowly rose again, and a soft smile began to appear on his lips.

“Y’mean, if someone messes with us, we’ll teach ‘em what ‘regret’ means?” V asked cheekily.

Kerry grinned.

“Kovachek learned his lesson for sure,” he said, “So will everyone else. Been in the mood to blow some shit up anyway.”

“Guess we have a plan for what to do after this is over,” V said.

“Well, that works, too,” Kerry teased, “I mean, I had something else in mind for later that also involved blowing, by the pool…”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” V purred, his hands immediately getting a hold of Kerry’s ass and squeezing him tightly.

“I dare you to do that during the photoshoot. Give them something real’ good to talk about for once,” Kerry smiled, biting his lip.

“Fuck…” V laughed, “Alright. Challenge accepted.”

(was in the mood to write a little prelude for this, putting it all into context better xD)

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x v #cyberpunk fanfiction #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #cp2077 #cp2077 fanfic #corpo v #otp: to bad decisions #vincent ezaki #my writing

[angrelysimpping]

LI’s with a fae reader

They can turn into animals and hide in the forest 🥺

It’s just so wholesome but you can only come with them if you give them your name

Alex

At first, Alex thinks you're one of Remy's people, peeking out at them from behind trees, gone before they can even call out to you.

It's only after they realize you've chased off a good few of Remy's goons yourself that they relax, somewhat.

Their parents told them stories about creatures like you, soft voices talking long into warm summer nights over drinks.

Yet, you seem nicer than all those stories made out.

Still, they take to wearing an old, worn iron ring, smoothed by both the passage of time and the worrying fingers of others. Their mother gave it to them before they left, "just in case."

It's only after they corner you one night and make you promise that you aren't trying to cause trouble that they relax.

Offers you a room in their cottage, if you feel you need it. Makes it clear they expect nothing in return.

It's only after they've had a few drinks that Alex plucks up the nerve to kiss you. Slips their ring off and let's fall to the meadow ground, pressed into the soft soil underfoot as they guide you onto your back.

A little soothed by the idea that you could turn into an animal to escape Remy, but also put on edge by the thought that Remy could use that against you.

The first night you spend curled around the farmhand in bed is the night you whisper your true name into their ear.

Avery

There's something otherworldly about you, a beauty that is hard to describe unless you've seen it firsthand.

That's why Avery adores having you on their arm. Not a single person can look away as the two of you all but glide across the dance floor.

You're right to be wary of giving the businessperson your true name, but that doesn't stop you from giving it to them the moment they ask for it.

Such intense fascination with a human can't be healthy for a being such as yourself, yet you never hesitate to meet them, hanging off their every word.

Avery isn't as likely to ever see any of your animal forms, but they're curious about them.

Wants to know everything you can do, all your abilities and limitations. It doesn't escape your notice how Avery starts to carry iron on them, but it's in your best interest not to mention it.

Eden

Eden knows.

They know what lurks in the forest.

At first, they're not 100% sure of what you are. A wolf person? A plant person? It doesn’t matter, really. You've caught the hunter's eye. They want you. They will have you.

Of course, figuring out you're one of the fae makes things tricky. You could turn into an animal and run off, there could be nasty repercussions for taking you as a spouse.

Just makes it even better when Eden gets you squirming under them.

Maybe you chose this. Maybe you let the hunter catch you. Put on a show of slipping away each time before Eden pined you down. Screams performative, edged with delight.

Maybe you didn't. Maybe you truly fought. Went cold when you found the collar forced on you was connected to an iron chain. Begged and cursed in earnest as the hunter took you home.

It doesn't matter in the end, not really. It just matters that Eden got you, that finally grew attached to them.

And you do.

It's hard not to. Not when they keep whispering in your ear how they need you, how they want you, how you can't leave them.

Humans lie, but the hunter says them with such sincerity.

You're in the bath with them, water still warm as Eden washes your back. It's a surprise when you turn in their arms and press yourself against their chest. If this was earlier in your relationship, they'd push you away, unsure of your motives.

Not now, though.

Their face burns as you place a hand on one of their scarred, muscular shoulders.

Bringing your mouth to their ear, you tell them your true name in a voice barely heard over their own heartbeat.

Kylar

You're so hard to follow, sometimes.

Kylar loves following you around, even if they can't get close to you.

Not that they don't try. Every time they think they'll round the corner to see you, they're met with an animal instead. A stray alley cat darting away, a squirrel suspiciously far from the forest scampering up a wall, a startled bird taking flight.

It's only after they catch you shifting into an animal that Kylar realizes you were the animal each and every time.

Why would you do that? Hide from them? You must not have realized it was Kylar following you! Yeah, that's it. And you were too shy, too embarrassed about the mistake to turn back once you realized.

Who else is following you? Kylar will fix that for you.

It's once you start dating Kylar that they fully start to understand what you are.

And Kylar is enthralled.

They always knew you were perfect, this is just further proof in their eyes.

Going to give you their name. They want you to own them, so why would they ever hesitate? And when you give them your name in return? They almost stop functioning.

You belong to each other!!

You might as well be married, right?

Robin

Robin has always known. You live together in the orphanage, after all.

They don't know why you stay in the orphanage when there are rumors of other fae in the woods, and they won't question you about it either.

Well, the higher their confidence, they might ask a few questions, but they won't pressure you to answer.

Not too much, anyway.

They know the rules you're bound to, can tell when you're wording something carefully as a way of getting out of telling the something. At higher confidence, they'll pointedly ask you yes/no questions.

Loves smaller animal forms, keeping you close and safe.

Almost stops breathing the first time you ask to spend the night in their bed, pressing kisses to their neck before telling them your true name, telling them how they can use it to call you to them at any time.

Sydney

Sydney's heard stories, but they've never taken them seriously.

Fae, werewolves, and vampires are all just things of myth.

Angels and demons, they give more credence.

Yet, here you are, staring at Sydney with wide eyes after they walk in on you shifting from an animal into a human shape.

That...that can't be okay with the temple's doctrine. But, you beg Sydney not to turn them in.

You've been such a good friend to them, they promise not to tell anyone.

You keep showing up to the temple with them, despite how you aren't human.

They're quite curious about what types of animals you can turn into you, and might ask you to turn into one for them when they're more corrupt.

It's when you have Sydney under you, either after the promise ceremony or in the prayer room, that you give them your true name. It takes them a moment to understand the significance of it, but, the moment they do, they're pressing their mouth to yours in a frenzied kiss.

Whitney

You shouldn't really like Whitney.

They're an asshole. They're always pushing you around, trying to force you to your knees.

Terrible, horrible.

Yet, you keep trailing after them.

And Whitney fucking loves it.

All they know is you're a pretty thing that lets them do whatever they want. It's only when they spot you turning into an animal to slip out of the grasp of one of their friends that they realize you aren't 100% human.

And they start demanding answers.

The fuck are you? What can you do? What hurts you? Tell them. Tell them everything. Now.

Of course, they use all that information against you.

The collar they get on you is studded with iron so you couldn't take it off even if you wanted to.

They make sure to word things in a way so you have to do what they want.

Sometimes, when it's raining and you huddle against them in the park, they press small, shiny objects they found into your hands, pretending not to notice how you light up upon seeing such trinkets.

You know it's a stupid thing to do, to give the bully a kiss on the cheek and murmur your true name in their ear. Yet, you do it.

If Whitney knows the significance of your actions, they act like they don't, continuing to smoke and hold you against them under their umbrella.

You'll probably regret it, but, at the moment, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

#alex the farmhand #avery the businessperson #eden the hunter #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #sydney the faithful #whitney the bully #fae!pc #hehe #part of the reasoning for pc being so infatuated with avery is bc theyre pretty and fae loke pretty shiny things #*like

[extremely-burnt-sugar]

Hello there if it's okay can I please ask for another yandere vanitas

With a Yuutsu darling

Where he grows obsessed and attached to her

She loves going outside in Spring despite her allergies

She also enjoys quiet days where she doesn't have to do anything

And she also likes picking up a new outfit or making a new outfit for inspiration on Pinterest she has a small flower garden that she takes care of

And she likes going shopping but mostly online since she can find all the cute things there but she doesn't mind going to small shops and to find any little goodie or cute outfit

She doesn't like oranges or the color of orange

She doesn't like eating peppers even though she has a high tolerance to chilly

An online shopping is Hit or Miss for her

She gets really irritated when she rips something or her fingers get pricked by a needle when she stitching

And she also doesn't like eating cereal it's maybe weird but she doesn't like it and she has allergies in Spring she is allergic to peanuts and artificial strawberries

Her chest is relatively small and and she used to have an eating disorder

But now she likes to take advantage of it so she can wear all her cute and gothic and emo clothes without showing off anything

She used to struggle with self harm as a child and still has scars that are permanent

Her mental health has gotten better now that she's free from her mother and the high expectations of her mother and father and the scar around her neck that is forever permanent around her throat

She is extremely touched starved where point she can't sleep without a big teddy bear

She tends to hide her emotions because it's really hard to express them about being scared that someone is going to tell her to get over it she has a lot of insecurities about her body and the way she dresses but she tries to ignore them

In the hot summers she's usually seen with an umbrella outside

And she has a habit of waking up really early in the morning she doesn't mind it because she gets to see the sun rise

She has a lot of weapons so she was trained by the facility to fight she didn't like how they looked so she customized them to make them look cute like adding simple accessories

She has a lot of clothes so whenever she gets one of her outfits dirty she washes them immediately so she doesn't have a lot of laundry

Most of the time she's seen in simple outfits that are fluffy and cute

She doesn't understand pain since she can't feel it because of a rare condition that makes her unable to feel pain

This took me awhile to make and its not proof-read but i put in a lot of effort so i hope its good, and please keep up the constructive cristism! i love hearing people honest reactions whether they are positive or negative!

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Yandere! Vanitas x Yuutsu (Oc)

I could honestly see him gaining his initial interest in her because of how little she shows her emotions

he probably knew that stalking wasn't healthy but he doesn't see himself worthy of love and the fact he just loved you soooooooooo much was all he needed to push that insecurity to the side in order to follow you

He definitely saw the garden Yuutsu keeps and loves how absolutely beautiful and well tended to it is

Lets be honest the first time he saw her prick herself with a needle he probably offered to lick the blood off even if she hadn't yet noticed the small incision into her finger

this man has no sense of personal space either, like he will just poof clinging onto Yuutsu like a lost puppy, then not even a second later turning around and acting like nothing happened

If she were to react to this with either positivity or negativity he would be shocked and more inclined to do it more frequently if it were to get a response from her

whenever one of his reckless plans gets him and or Noe in serious danger, if she were to just like kill whoever or whatever was attempting to kill them with her cute weapons, we have all seen how he reacted to Jeanne being a strong women, imagine how he would react to his dear darling Yuutsu being able to defend herself.

If vanitas could fall any father in love he would've, with all of Yuutsu's talents and skills he's bound to be blushing at some point

especially when she's wears something that's just absolutely stunning on her!

Now on the more yandere side of this oddly shaped coin, he would HATE if Noe or any other person really. Were to approach her, and while he could easily just kill them its much easier and far more effective to just manipulate her into believing that no one cares about her, and how no one will ever love her the way he does, blah blah so on so fourth

Believe me if this man found out about how she used to self harm he would be initially very upset, maybe even enraged that someone could ever convince someone so amazing that they needed to cause harm to themself.

He'd kill her family

Seeing her scars would probably make him both sad and mad an odd set of emotions especially since he tends to lean more towards the non-serious side of things, and while he can be serious he doesn't typically; leading to him just like making sure Yuutsu is currently ok then going off to distract himself by doing who knows what

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[bambirex]

Hi Bambi! 🐻 Can I ask for some Yennskier where Yennefer finds an orphaned child and she and Jaskier look after/co-parent them and they finally admit their soft feelings for each other, whilst they found their cosy family unit, please? Thank you so much!! 🥰

Hiii! I love found family tropes so much, I've been meaning to write it for a while now ❤️

Warnings: death mention, mention of illness

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She was so weak, so thin, with all her bones visible under her skin. She shivered pathetically, like a wet, abandoned kitten; maybe even a cat would have weighed more than the little girl did. It was hard to even figure out her age, being so heartbreakingly tiny as she was.

Yennefer fought against the tears in her eyes when the child looked up at her pleadingly. She couldn't just leave her there, standing next to her parents' corpses, covered in blood and mud. She must have been standing there for days, as utterly exhausted as she looked. Who even knew when was the last time the poor thing had eaten anything.

Yennefer tried not to think about the last time she tried to save a child. That baby ended up dying, and Yennefer had never managed to forgive herself. She desperately hoped she could somehow save this one: the way the little girl held onto her hands told her that as weak as she was, this child didn't want to give up yet. Yennefer needed to save her.

She had no idea what she was even going to do. As a first step, she decided to take the child to the person she trusted the most: Jaskier.

When he opened the door and saw Yennefer holding the hand of a dirty and scared little girl, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. For probably the first time in his life, he was completely speechless. He looked down at the child, then up at Yennefer, then back down at the child again. Yennefer wished she could give him an explanation.

"Alright," was all Jaskier said. His voice wavered slightly, even as he forced a weak smile onto his face. He crouched down to be eye-level with the little girl.

"Hello, there. What's your name, dear?"

Instead of replying, the girl leapt forward, straight into Jaskier's arms. The bard let out a surprised huff, before he tentatively wrapped his arms around her.

The sight of Jaskier hugging the child made something warm blossom in Yennefer's chest.

"We need to help her," she whispered. Jaskier sighed deeply, but he nodded, gently brushing the child's greasy hair out of her face.

"Yes," he said quietly, still holding her against his chest, "of course."

*

For the first couple weeks, she didn't speak, which was understandable after everything she had gone through. But, she wasn't afraid of them, that much was obvious: she always sought them out, followed them everywhere they went inside the house. She was also surprisingly affectionate, always silently asking for hugs.

With the help of Yennefer's magic and their combined care, she was soon getting better. A rosy, healthy color returned to her cheeks, as well as a brightness to her eyes.

In the midst of it all, Yennefer found herself not only getting attached to the child, but to Jaskier as well.

Jaskier, who wouldn't exactly be anyone's first candidate for a father figure, turned out to be a pretty good one, actually. He always sang the little girl to sleep, and cuddled her after a nightmare. He would make an actual fool of himself, making a big show of tripping over his own feet just to make her giggle.

Every single time Yennefer watched him look after the girl, her heart grew several sizes. Jaskier was so kind, so thoughtful. He cared for that child as if she was his own, and he never once acted like she was a burden- or, that Yennefer was, for that matter. He was softer with her now, too, more affectionate even physically. Yennefer found herself enjoying this new life they've built together more each day.

After about a month, the little girl started speaking. She told them her name was Aleana, she always wanted to be a mage, and she loved singing.

"Isn't it interesting, how she's the perfect combination of us?" Jaskier chuckled one evening, after they put Aleana down to sleep. "Destiny really bites us in the ass every single day."

"This isn't destiny," Yennefer replied. She smiled at Aleana's sleeping form, gently caressing a finger down her cheek. "This was choice. And I'm glad we made the choice of taking her in."

"So am I," Jaskier replied softly. He wrapped an arm around Yennefer's shoulder. Yennefer let him: she even leaned into him, enjoying his warmth.

*

The more time they spent together, the more Jaskier became aware his feelings for Yennefer had changed. She became bigger, shinier in his eyes: as Jaskier watched her with Aleana, he realized Yennefer was a much better, kinder person than most people believed.

And she was a wonderful mother, too. She was so gentle with Aleana, never scolding her even when she knocked over her favorite perfume bottles. She braided her hair and crawled around on all fours with her in the grass if Aleana wanted to catch bugs, not caring about her dresses or her dignity.

Fuck, Jaskier was falling in love. With Yennefer, and with this little family they made together.

He's never wanted to have kids. Sure, they were adorable, but they were also messy and required a lot of care. Jaskier barely managed to look after himself sometimes, what would he do with a child?

Yet, now, he wouldn't have it any other way. Aleana was growing stronger and healthier each day, due to their care. They loved her, and she loved them- they belonged together.

*

"I think I love you," Jaskier told her quietly. It didn't come as a surprise, but it still warmed Yennefer's heart.

"I love you, too," she replied as she reached for Jaskier's hand, giving it a squeeze. "You, me, and Aleana... it's real, isn't it?"

"It is," Jaskier lifted Yennefer's hand to his lips, and kissed the back of it gently. "We're a family."

Yennefer looked at Aleana who was busy playing with her ragdolls in the corner. She looked at her shiny hair, her pink cheeks, her happiness. Nowhere was that sickly, sad orphan anymore, and that was her and Jaskier's merit. They made this impossible family together.

"I'm so happy," she said softly. Jaskier smiled and kissed her gently, his hand cupping her cheek.

Sometimes, Yennefer was scared she would wake up and find out she was only dreaming: but every single day, she woke up in Jaskier's arms and to the sound of Aleana laughing in the other room, and that made her realize that no dream could ever match the perfection of reality.

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