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mncxbe · 9 months

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Chuuya, Dazai, Nikolai, Akutagawa and Sigma(no need for all of them just do whichever ones you want) with a reader who is incredibly sassy, like reader is borderline about to get harrased but is still so chill and sassy like "Respectfully fuck off, and fuck yourself on a chainsaw so you get massacred In half so no one has to see your disgraceful behaviour anymore"

Omg I love this so much girlboss reader supremacy. Also I had to use your line there it was just too good. Enjoy♡♡

// sidenote I'm working on all your requests so even if it takes a bit longer for me to post, just know I'll do it eventually. Love y'all♡

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𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂, 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff/ silly

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂

it's either the best or the worst combination

he absolutely adores how bold you are and how you always stand up for yourself

but he sometimes wishes you needed him a little bit more

Chuya loves drinking wine; that's something everyone is aware of. What many people didn't know however is that the redhead also attended almost every wine tasting in town, especially the ones held by you, his darling girlfriend.

He relished that hour spent listening to you presenting each wine on the menu with such grace and passion. Naturally, your boyfriend knew how hard you worked to become a sommelier and was truly proud of you; the wine tastings held by you were the best he ever attended.

The only aspect that sometimes ruined the serene atmosphere of the tasting was... well, other men. Oh how he hated the way they fawned over you, utterly unaware that your boyfriend was sitting right next to them. This wouldn't even be such a problem if they didn't make filthy comments about you; but some of them really went overboard.

That night an especially repulsive attendant kept making snarky comments about you. Chuya could barely contain his anger when the man slapped your ass as you bent over to pour him some wine; the only thing that kept him from killing that bastard was the promise he made to you: that he wouldn't interrupt your show no matter what.

He simply gripped the armrests of his chair as the man burst out laughing.

With a smug smile on your face, you took the glass you just poured and handed it to the man.

"If you ever do that again I'll break this glass and shove the shards up your penis. Understood?" you said in a sweet voice, causing the man to quiver. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and quickly straightened his back, uttering an apology.

Chuya's lips curled into a grin upon hearing your words. When he caught your gaze as you poured some wine to the man sitting opposite to him, he gave you a quick wink. Proud, he was so proud.

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

you're equally sassy and he loves that

the two of you bring the best and worst out of one another but it's always so much fun

lowkey gets turned on when you say daring stuff

"Bella" groaned Dazai as you pulled him off of his chair "I've danced enough for tonight. My feet hurt"

"Nonsense love. Come on you know I love this song."

You slowly pulled your boyfriend towards the centre of the room. The underground bar you were currently at allotted a few square meters to a dancing area and of course, after a few drinks you wanted to dance too. Naturally, Dazai obliged you but it was currently midnight and you still wanted to keep going.

Not that he minded it that much; after all, what better way to spend the evening than being able to touch every inch of your body while the two of you swayed peacefully to a slow song?

After a few more songs you agreed to go back to the table.

"Hold on dear I'll go to the bathroom real quick" said your boyfriend as he gave your hand a little squeeze.

Much to his surprise when he retured from the toilet you were resting against the wooden table with a man hunched over you. His right arm was slowly making its way to your waist but you seemed utterly unfazed. As he walked closer, Dazai could hear the man talk to you.

"Come on pretty I know you want this. You've been tempting me all night long with those moves of yours."

Dazai could feel his blood boiling when he heard the man's daring words. He quickly walked closer just as you pushed the man away.

"In the most direspectful way, fuck off and fuck yourself on a chainsaw so you get massacred in half so no one has to see your disgraceful behaviour anymore you pathetic excuse of a man." you said in an angry voice.

The man, vexed by your words, turned his back to you and walked away, putting his middle finger up.

"Well bella I didn't know you could talk like that." said Dazai as he walked by your side.

"That asshole deserved it. The nerve I cannot believe it." you stated as you rolled your eyes, seemingly annoyed by the events that just took place.

"He truly did but love, don't let that man spoil the mood tonight. Besides..." he said as he took your soft hand in his and gently kissed it without breaking the eye contact. "The night is still young. How about we go home so I can cleanse you of that man's touch?"

"That's actually a good idea Osamu" you giggled as you drank the last sip of your drink and made your way up the flight of stairs, towards the exit.

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

your sass and fiery attitude perfectly match his calm and composed demeanour

you're like the sun to his moon fr

he loves you a lot but sometimes you're a bit too much for him to handle. please be gentle.

Sigma marched into the room, his heels clicking on the marble floor. It was quite common for him to be summoned in the gambling area whenever a player was caught cheating or when a conflict escalated into a fight; but he never expected a case of sexual harassment.

As he approached the group of people with a stern look on his face he caught a glimpse of your figure. You were leaning against a table, a look of obvious annoyance on your face.

"What's going on here?" he asked calmly.

Your head snapped in his direction. "Oh darling here you are. I was just asking this fine gentleman here to leave the premises of the casino."

"Oh shut it bitch. What reason do you have to kick me out?" spat a man from the crowd as he stepped forward. His tie was loose and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone; by the glassy tint of his eyes Sigma could tell that he was really drunk.

"I saw you touching multiple women tonight, me included. This type of behaviour is not tolerated in our casino." you replied in a flat voice.

The man only grew more furious; he took step towards you, shoving a fat finger in your face. The golden rings on his hand caught the light of the chandeliers.

"And since when are you entitled to tell me what to do, huh? Didn't know you were the manager."

His words only fueled your rage and before Sigma could say anything, you slapped the man's hand away.

"Listen to me old man. Either you get out of here now or you stay." A wild grin rose to your lips as you continued speaking "But I will cut off those dirty hands of yours. And don't worry about the manager, I'm sure he'll approve of my actions, right darling?"

The man turned his face in Sigma's direction only to see him nod in agreement.

"I do, darling. Just try not to stain the carpet."

The perpetrator froze for a moment before mumbling a string of curses under his breath. He quickly stumbled out of the room.

Left with no other form of entertainment the crowd dissipated, leaving you and Sigma alone.

Your boyfriend exhaled deeply, the stern austere mask he put on crumbling. "Please never make me say that again, love" he said in a hushed voice, gaining a low chuckle from you.

"I know I'm sorry honey. Promise I won't." You closed the distance between the two of you and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "But thank you for helping me out"

Snaking a hand around your waist, Sigma pulled you into a side hug. "Of course darling. I just don't want that man to make any complaints."

"Don't worry about that dear" you said with a sly smile on your face, your eyes glimmering with mischief. "After all, you're the manager."

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai bsd #bsd chuya #bsd headcanons #chuya nakahara #chuya x reader #bsd chuuya #dazai x fem reader #dazai x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #sigma #sigma bsd

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qodlysinz · 2 months

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Petty Arguments

Vox X Valentino - Hazbin Hotel

CW: None really, just the silly little goobers, a shit ton of cursing but its hazbin so its wtv, Valentino

Tags: slight angst??? maybe??? I rarely work w angst, Velvette is sick of their shit, mentions of sex

A/N: soo uhhh I’m hispanic BUT I don’t speak spanish, so Val’s spanish might be super shitty but I’d appreciate help for it 😭😭😭 also NOT proofread. This was inspired by this post on twitter

Vox and Valentino had their squabbles. Everyone did. They were in Hell, no one was perfect, and certainly these two weren’t.

Velvette seemed to be growing annoyed with the tense atmosphere after their most recent little fight. It was over another one of Val’s whores—Angel Dust.

That stupid little spider always seemed to be the head of their arguments. Even after he moved out he was a little virus in Vox’s program. He hated how Valentino always had something for Angel Dust. He always talked about him like he’d croak and fall dead from not talking about him for at least thirty minutes.

Vox gritted his teeth in frustration—sure, he had his own obsession, the Radio Demon. He wasn’t afraid to admit it, either. He knew it was unhealthy, but damn it! That fucking bastard deserved Vox’s hatred! Everyone Vox hated was within good reason. And when Vox holds a grudge, he holds it forever.

Val entered Vox’s office, his signature pink smoke enveloping the room. Vox normally found this scent reassuring, knowing that the Precioso Valentino was by his side. But the smell only made him even more irritated. Was he going to mention that stupid fucking spider again? At how much better he was? Just to rile Vox up again?! God, even when gone that twink had Vox pissed off. The mere mention of his name made him want to smash computers, and not in the fun way.

Vox glanced at Val from the corner of his eye, spinning in his chair. “What can I help you with now, Valentino?” Did the mention of his full name give Val the impression he was angry? He hoped so. Vox was not good at communicating. “Why so tense, Vox? Are you still pissed about what I said last night?” He sighed, arms crossed and expecting something—likely an apology—as if he hadn’t been the one to break their silence and come into Vox’s office.

Vox didn’t grace Val with a response, only a contemptuous scoff and a sassy eye roll. That’d get the point across, surely. Val hummed, walking over as if he were one of Velvette’s models. “I’m not going to apologize, so you best do it if you want things to go back to normal.” He sharply said, eyes narrowed. He was probably squinting to see Vox from how shitty his eyesight was.

The TV demon scowled, breaking their eye contact and turning back to his screens. “Forget about Angel Dust, and we have an agreement.” Vox snapped back, not even bothering to look at Valentino. The moth let out an abrasive scoff like Vox had called him a heinous slur. “¡Maldito imbécil!” Val shouted at him, “you know that slippery fuck is my best star, I can’t just give him away!” He smacked his fist to the desk, shaking the screens. Vox quickly got to his feet, glaring at him.

“He’s not some lost dog you found, Valentino! He’s just some other whore you employed, so just forget that motherfucker!” Vox argued back, he was going to try and add more points to his case, but Valentino had pressed on his screen, muting his voice. “Maybe it’s time you shut the fuck up for once.” Val huffed, stomping off. Vox was quiet, by choice, and stared after Val. His jaw slack and eyes wide. Valentino had never spoke to him so coldly—not in their hundreds of arguments over the years. He was hardheaded and brash, so that meant he was fucking pissed.

Vox swallowed, turning his volume back up. “Fucker.” He muttered to himself.

Val paced around his room, ranting to Velvette in anger, mixing in some fast-spoken Spanish Velvette couldn’t decipher. She sighed, trying to sigh over him to get him to notice how annoyed she was, he didn’t care and continued to complain.

“Can you believe that fucker said that?! ¡Ese estúpido imbécil sabe lo duro que trabajo!” Val yelled, grabbing at his antenna in frustration and throwing his guns and glasses of alcohol at the walls. Velvette groaned, “shut up!” She yelled over him, silencing the incredibly tall moth. He stared at her, now glaring. “Excuse me?”

“You two fuckheads are insufferable! One minute you’re literally sucking each other off on the couch, and the next you’re at each other’s throats! It’s pathetic. I’m the middleman, and it’s completely ridiculous!” She rubbed her temples, sighing loudly. “Ever since you got that lanky prick Angel Dust you’ve been talking about him like he’s the Queen of England.”

“The who?”

She ignored him, “we get it, you like how much money he makes you and how fun it is to torture the lad. But sometimes it’s annoying. And by sometimes, I mean all the goddamn time!” She continued. “And you muted him?! You know how he gets when he’s being overshadowed! Just kiss and makeup so I don’t break out from all this stupid fucking stress! Negativity is bad for my skin.” Velvette huffed, slamming the door as she left.

Val sighed, she did have a point. But he’d rather be caught in a polyester suit off the rack than admit his faults. He sat down, groaning loudly as he mumbled curses in Spanish before looking around his room in search of the cameras, but unable to fully see them. “Vox!” He shouted, “come here!”

Reluctantly, the TV demon transported himself via camera, standing before Valentino with his hands folded behind his back. On his screen read: ‘what do you want now?’

How mature.

Val scoffed, crossing his lower arms with his upper arms on his hips. “Come on, Vox, just talk.” He demanded, “I need to hear your voice.” He said it so quietly Vox almost asked him to repeat himself.

“What now, Valentino? Are you going to mute me again and go fuck Angel Dust?” He rolled his eyes, walking over to the window. Val grumbled, following him. “No. That idiota went back to the stupid hotel.” He huffed out irritably. Vox visibly brightened, giving his full attention to Valentino. “What is it, Val?” He spoke gently.

Val was quiet for a moment before speaking up. “Velvette helped me realize… that I was being unreasonable and unfair.” He murmured, Vox was surprised that Val had admitted to his own faults, straightening up as he smiled softly. “Did she now?” He tilted his head, Val nodded, leaning down to Vox’s height. “I’m…” he shuddered, “…sorry…”

Vox hummed, adjusting his tie. “Well. I didn’t ever expect to hear that from you of all Sinners, Val. Are you sure you’re the same person?” He asked lightly, looking very amused. Val rolled his eyes, “very funny.” He sarcastically quipped, “I promise to stop bringing up Angel Dust if you stop bringing up Alastor.” He propped his hands on his hips, inching closer to his face. Vox sighed, “very well. It’s a promise. We won’t bring up—them… from now on.”

“Hm. Good.” Val enveloped the smaller Vox in his arms, “this is going to happen again three days from now, isn’t it?” Vox muttered into Val’s neck fluff, grimacing. “It keeps us on our toes!” Val grinned wickedly as he kissed Vox passionately. “Don’t you think?”

Vox blinked, slowly nodding. “Mm-hmm,” he dizzily mumbled, a day without Valentino affection was like a day without drugs, almost like he needed Val to survive or he’d seize. Val laughed cheekily, “Kitty, lock the doors!” He ordered the robot as it quickly zipped away per order.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #voxval #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel alastor

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prattling-she-elf · 2 years

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Rating Rings of Power Characters: Elves Edition!

(As of Episode 5)

Welcome to the show where you get to hear my opinions which nobody asked for!

Are you ready?

Let the frivolity commence!

Aaaaand first up, we have the Elves! Starting with....

Galadriel:

Elegant. Graceful. Proud. Restless. A fighter.

Everything I expect and look for in a young Galadriel. 10 points.

10 points for putting baby Elrond in his place. She has seen shit, and no patronizing from Elrond (who literally has not seen said shit) is making her forget that.

Another 10 points awarded for the iconic line and delivery of "There is a tempest within me!"

20 points for slapping that man in the ass with a sword. That had me howling with laughter.

-5 points for her lack of husband. Seriously, where the hell is Celeborn? Minus another 10 for being shorter than Halbrand. Our woman should be like 6 feet tall. It doesn't matter if Morfydd Clark is only 5'3. They made John Rhys-Davies (Gimli) who is 6'1 look short next to the rest of the OG cast. They could have done the same here and made her look tall. Big boo.

Galadriel comes in with a total of 35 points.

Next up, we have.....

Arondir:

Quick. Agile. Diplomatic. Just. Kind. Serious. Handsome.

This guy has it all. Solid 20 points for a great original character.

Another 10 points for his subtle expressiveness. He's pretty closed off, but the way he looks at Bronwyn.... *swoons*

10 points for the face he makes at Adar when Adar asks him if he is from Beleriand from "the mouth of the river".

*derisive laughter*

Arondir's incredulous face says it all. There are roughly 35 rivers in Beleriand, which drain into around 4 mouths, all of which have some settlement of some kind. Like, I know the writers probably mean he's from the Havens of Sirion, but that was still the elvish equivalent of asking an American, "Are you from America, from 'the state'? I've been there once, you know".

-5 points for speaking Quenya. Not a single Silvan Elf born in Beleriand would be speaking Quenya, ever. Elu Thingol banned the language from being spoken throughout the realm when he learned of the horrors of the First Kinslaying. It's an absolutely massive faux pas on the writer's part.

That has Arondir sitting pretty on 35 points.

Next, we have ....

Celebrimbor:

He's..... old?

That's -5 right off the bat. He's not the oldest elf, so why does he look old? I mean, he also saw some first-age shit, but so did everyone else here. The writers do realize that he's younger than Galadriel, right?

Otherwise, he's a little sassy and ambitious, but relatively a nice guy. +10 points for Celebrimbor.

That leaves Celebrimbor with ..... ouch, 5 points. You know what will make you popular my dude? Forge some rings. What could possibly go wrong?

Next up is.....

Gil-Galad:

+10 points for looking exactly as Gil-Galad should, but what did they do to his character?

Since when did Gil-Galad become.... dare I say it... a dick?

The Gil-Galad I know was kind and benevolent, and overall a gentle ruler who always sided with Galadriel. I was not expecting a sneaky, manipulative, Mithril-hungry, ship-your-best-mates-off-to-Valinor, arrogant bastard, and I do not approve.

I mean, where is the man worthy of the "Gil-Galad was an elven king" poem? The writers so did him dirty.

-10 points.

That leaves Gil-Galad with a great big 0. Shape up, laddy.

Moving on to....

Elrond:

He is a perfect sweet baby. An angel. Kind. Polite. Understanding. He has a lot to learn. The character is so good I can entirely excuse the hair.

10 points for Elrond!

His bromance with Durin is iconic. Another 10 points.

He is also pure and loyal to his friends, and he is starting to learn to do both what is right for his friends, and what is right for his people. Oh, how this series is going to crush him. Another 10 for our poor baby.

That has Elrond sitting on a nice even 30 points.

Next up....

Elros:

Lore checks out. +10.

Just tell me, what idiot decided Elros gets a beard? Tolkien makes it very clear that half-elves don't get beards and it takes many generations for their descendants to acquire that mannish trait (see the princely house of Dol Amroth). -5 points.

That leaves Elros with 5 points as well. You need to shave, my dude.

Aaaaand, last but not least.....

Finrod:

Right off the bat, wtf did they do to his hair?!? Terribly unsexy. -10 points.

And what exactly happens with his death? Finrod dies in the dungeons of Sauron, not on the fields of battle. While the former (and correct version) would perfectly explain Galadriel's extreme hatred of Sauron, the show heavily implies the latter. -10 for such a vague corruption of his backstory.

+5 for his absolutely awesome quote, "Sometimes we cannot know [the light] until we have touched the darkness."

Finrod finishes with a grand..... -15 points.

AND THE WINNER IS.......

Galadriel and Arondir for a tie!

Elrond comes in a close second!

Tune in next time for Rating the Númenóreans!

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takaraphoenix · 2 years

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teen wolf?

Thanks for playing! ^^

My favorite character is just, hands down and with a mile ahead of the pack (heh, pun intended), Stiles Stilinski. This sassy snarky bastard is one of THE greatest characters to ever grace a screen I love him so much he's amazing and the heart and soul of this show, honestly.

And favorite ship, unsurprisingly I think, is Sterek. Those two complimented each other just so well? I love this ship, I miss this ship.

Send a fandom and I’ll tell you my favorite character and favorite ship

#Teen Wolf #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #Favorites Ask Game #send me asks

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kxllerblond · 2 years

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@witchaotics ASKED: ☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

Depends on the Clark you get. Charming, graceful, charismatic. A gentleman. Or the curt, finicky, and short-tempered sassy bastard. People assume he’s a joy to be around, people assume he’s a nightmare.

As I am a nuisance with my duality theme on this blog: they are both right and they are both wrong. :)

#(;ask: hc)#witchaotics

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blinkplnk · 7 years

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#castlevania #castlevania anime #castlevania netflix #castlevania gifs #trevor belmont #trevor f*ing belmont #sassy drunk son #sassy drunk bastard #you tried sweetie #you tried #graceful as a hand grenade #episode 3 #myseryluvscompanygif #my graphics #also you wouldnt believe how long i spent debating colouring for this #my gifs

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samstree · 3 years

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25. "prove it" for the banter prompt list? I love ur writing jin!!

Ahh thank you so much for the prompt!! And thank you for the kind words! <3333 Here’s Geralt being a tired dad, some cheeky Jaskier and our sassy girl Ciri! ;))

(established geraskier, fluff, sparring, kaer morhen, 880 words)

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“I can take you.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Prove it.”

“Jaskier.”

Geralt watches in amusement as the bard gets up from the bench and takes Ciri’s place, cracking his knuckles as if it’ll make him look more impressive. The girl lets out an exhausted sigh, glad to finally take a break from training but equally enthused for the drama that follows.

“Get him, uncle Jask!” She sounds way too eager, now sitting at the bench next to the lute.

“Why are you on his side?” Geralt frowns at Ciri, slightly hurt.

“No, I’m always on your side, Geralt,” she tilts her head sweetly. “But I also really want to see a bard kick your ass.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Jaskier bows before picking out a dagger.

“You are getting better with a dagger, Jaskier, but you’re no match for me.”

“Didn’t you tell your daughter that she can beat anyone as long as she puts her brains into it? Exploit their weakness? After all, everyone has them.” The bard rolls up his sleeves and readies his stance. “Watch and learn.” He winks at Ciri.

“Weakness or not, it’s not even a fair fight.” Geralt takes up his training sword regardless. There’s no harm in humoring the two of them.

“There’s no fairness in the real world. You taught her that too.” Jaskier smiles before attacking.

The bard is getting better. His strikes are powerful and true, mostly aiming at a particular side, but the witcher blocks with ease.

“My bad knee won’t be weakness enough, bard.” Geralt flicks his wrist, landing a hit on Jaskier’s ribs. He lets out an offended cry.

With an exasperated huff, the bard changes tactics. Now his footwork is speeding up, taking advantage of his nimble movements and smaller size. It’s almost enough to find a window in Geralt’s tight defense. The girl can indeed learn something here.

Impressive.

“Take that, old man!” Ciri shouts out a cheer for Jaskier.

The witcher rolls his eyes and wards off another quick strike. The blunt of his sword hits the bard heavily on his bicep. It’ll definitely leave a bruise.

Jaskier shakes it off almost impatiently. He’s getting tired and sloppy.

“Yield now, Jask.”

“What, scared?” The bard heaves out a breath before charging directly at Geralt, using his full body weight. It’s a stupid move against someone a lot heavier. On the bench, Ciri physically flinches, knowing what will happen, because it takes very little effort to direct the momentum the other way and let Jaskier fall on his own. The dagger flies across the courtyard.

But the bard lands heavily on his side and lets out a pained gasp. His entire body goes stiff, curled into his right side.

Geralt stares as Jaskier’s breaths hitch and shudder, before moving towards him. “Shit, Jask. Are you hurt?”

He kneels next to the bard in a hurry. When Jaskier looks up, his expression is full of pain, his brows knitted tightly. Until he sees Geralt’s worry closely. Suddenly, his face relaxes completely and breaks into a cheeky grin.

“What…”

In an instant, Jaskier has rolled on top of Geralt and pinned him to the ground, the unexpected force knocking the breath out of him. Cold metal presses against his neck—the training sword he put down in a hurry when checking on Jaskier’s ‘injury’.

“Yield,” the bard demands. His cornflower blue sparkles smugly.

“You bastard.”

“There’s no fairness in the real world. It’s an important lesson, Geralt.” Jaskier presses the blunt weapon harder. “Now yield!”

“I yield.” Geralt stares as the bard throws the sword away with a clink.

“Come on now. Let’s get you off the ground.” The bard climbs off the witcher before pulling him up as well. He continues to beat the dust off Geralt’s shirt, grinning like a fool. “Oh, don’t be a grump! Wasn’t that fun?”

Winning does not seem to be good for the bard’s ego. Geralt shakes his head in exasperation.

Although Ciri has come to hug Jaskier in celebration and giggling freely. It’s hard to be mad at the bard when he makes the girl so happy, even with a silly stunt like this.

“You took that loss with grace, Geralt,” she teases, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Hmm,” he admits defeat. “It was smart.”

“Your weakness, Geralt. Didn’t expect that, did you?” Jaskier raises an eyebrow, letting Ciri walk off to prepare for the next round of training.

“I still don’t see the point of this. You know you can never pull this off again?”

“True,” Jaskier says as he watches Ciri put away the weapons on the other side of the courtyard, his voice lowered. “But your daughter is no longer grumbling about how hard you’re working her.”

Geralt blinks. The girl is walking with a little skip, her earlier weariness completely replaced with a chirpy smile.

“Carrot and stick. Another lesson.” Jaskier kisses Geralt on the cheek adoringly, before returning to his lute.

As his daughter comes back to the training ground revigorated, Geralt sends his bard a soft look. Cornflower blue meets him in understanding. After so many years, Jaskier has long since learned to discern the gratitude he never vocalizes.

He chuckles to himself.

Maybe losing to a bard is not that bad.

#he definitely should have seen that coming #like from a mile away #geraskier #geraskier fic #prompt fill #geralt x jaskier #sassy ciri #tired dad geralt #the bard is cheeky #geralt of rivia #jaskier #fluff

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moral-turpitudes · 3 years

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New Beginnings:

Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Adoption, Slight Descriptions of Drug/Alcohol Abuse.

Word Count: 4,122

Characters: Johnny Dogs x Female!Reader (Polly’s Eldest Daughter)

Requested by: Anon, you can find it here. This was a bit challenging but I hope you like it! :)

Summary: Y/N and Michael Gray get the surprise of a lifetime when their blinder cousin Thomas and his friend Johnny Dogs show up at their doorsteps, but little does Y/N know what’s in store for her regarding the company.

“Is she alive?” Polly asked the local medium who’d been known for telling fortunes and such. The medium’s eyes were dark beneath her jewel-toned veil as she answered the female blinder.

“Your eldest, Y/N, is in London. Go find her and your boy Michael. He’s living on a farm out in the country side.” She said flatly, her voice void of emotion.

“And what about my youngest daughter, Anna?” Polly asked, knowing in her heart that the truth wasn’t always the easiest thing to hear.

“She’s dead.” She said, tightening her grip on Polly’s hand as she shook with emotion, tears streaming down her face as she remembered the little baby girl placed in her arms years ago before her death. Knowing too that her son and eldest daughter were ripped from her arms at such a young age after their drunk of a father died lodged between a boat and a dock in the cut.

“Thank you.” Polly said shakily before leaving. Putting a few shillings down on the table as the woman nodded and watched her leave.

“What’d you expect aye? She tells you what you want to hear Pol’....”Thomas said, as she told him about her meeting with the medium earlier that morning.

“I just needed confirmation is all. God I can’t believe they’ve been out there all these years. You have to help me find them Tommy. Please.” She said, pulling her hands to her mouth nervously as she bit at her nails. Her eyes still tinged red from crying and her makeup smudged slightly.

“I’ll do what I can with the information we have. Until then I think you should take the day off unless you think you can work in the condition you’re in.” He said, looking over the papers from her son Michael’s entry into an orphanage and then glancing at the adoption papers where he’d been named Henry.

“Henry of all names...can you believe it? Disgraceful.” She said.

“Any word on Y/N? She has to be nearing 28 by now. The poor woman will probably faint when she finds out.” She said, feeling herself wanting to close herself off into her apartment as the thought of re-kindling a barely-there relationship loomed over her.

“I’ve found her adoption papers. They kept her name, but she’s in London as far as this goes. This address is where she’ll be.” He said sliding the document towards her and running his index finger over the crinkled paper.

“Alright.” She said, shakily lighting a cigarette.

“Pol’...I’m serious. You need to prepare for this if this all works out alright? Can’t have our best woman down. We still need you.” He said, looking into her glassy eyes. Tears threatening to spill once again.

“I will. I’ll go home right now. But please bring them to me once you get them.” She said. Thomas nodded as he watched her walk out the door quickly. Her nerves rattled as she sped off to her lavish apartment that had been vacant for far too long.

“Johnny?” Thomas said over the phone, the rowdy traveler making it to a payphone to report how their latest burial was going.

“Oi! How are ya Tommy? Just got done burnin’ the old bastard. What’s next?” He asked.

“You’re going to help me get Polly’s children back. She has a son named Michael in his late teens and an older daughter named Y/N who’s 28.” He said quickly, checking his pocket watch.

“Christ....alright.” He said, looking out at the burning pile in the distance.

“It’ll help her make peace Johnny. She needs this for more than just her. For the whole family really.” He said.

“I know I know. If only that poor bastard Gray didn’t die a drunk then none of ya would be in that mess aye?” He said, a long silence lingering over the phone.

“Perhaps.” Thomas said, his mind remembering all the hell their family went through as they grew up. The poverty, the fights, the nights sitting up in fear as their father yelled at their mother, their mother succumbing to her visions and bouts of depression, the feuds with the other families around them, the long nights in the trenches of France, and the whole family business being shoved onto their shoulders with no parental guidance besides their aunt Polly. She being the one saving grace of the whole family.

As Thomas and Johnny drove out to meet Michael, Polly sat at home pacing back and forth as she wondered how the next few hours or even days would go. Knowing once Thomas put his mind to something he always tried to finish it, especially if it involved family.

“I’m here for Henry. His mother wants him home.” Thomas said bluntly to the woman who’d practically raised him.

“My Henry? I have the papers...He’s mine.” She said.

“Aye, and I have the papers too. I’m his cousin. And I know his birth mother would love nothing more than to see him since he was ripped from her arms. Let the man go and meet her. Once he’s done that he can make his decision.” He said, eyeing the woman coldly.

With tears in her eyes, the woman called for Michael to come forward, the fawn-haired young man running over to him.

“Hello Henry. Your mother wants to see you.” He said. Michael’s face evolving into one of confusion.

“But she’s right here? Who are you anyway?” He asked, a sassy tone to his voice that reminded Thomas of Polly.

“I’m your cousin Thomas Shelby. Your birth mother is Polly Gray. Your real name is Michael Gray. Now you can stay here on this little farm or you can leave to meet the woman who’s fought to find you for so many years. Which one will it be?” He asked impatiently, lighting a cigarette.

Michael nervously looked around and pulled his little sister in for a hug, telling her to be good and then giving his adoptive mother a hug. Knowing she was fuming inside.

“I-I’ll ring you alright? I’ve been wondering why I never had pictures here of when I was younger...and...I’ve been wondering why you all look different than me. I-I think it’s time I go find out for myself mum.” He said, giving her one last hug before going off with his blinder cousin and his friend Johnny Dogs.

“Now on to your sister.” Thomas said, driving off towards the busy London area.

---

Your head pounded as you got up. The drinks from the night before doing your head in as a sharp knock sounded at your apartment door. You shrugged on your red laced robe and lit a cigarette as you hastily put your wild locks in a bun, your eyes burning from the sunlight streaming in through the window nearby.

One more sharp knock sounded as you neared the door, making your blood boil slightly.

“Bloody hell. Hold on a moment will ya?” You yelled out, tying your robe around your nude frame. The stranger in your room snoring loudly in the back room of your haphazard apartment.

“What’s all this then? It’s a little early to be soliciting people don’t ya think?” You asked, blowing out a cloud of smoke as you took in the men before you.

One had piercing blue eyes, who had one of the coldest looks you’d seen on a man in a long time. Knowing he’d probably seen more hurt than happiness in his past years of life.

The other two had darker eyes, one of them younger and oddly familiar as you thought about your own facial structure. You had the same eyes. Eyes that never matched your adoptive parents. Eyes that the kids in the orphanage always picked on for being too brown in color when theirs were reminiscent of the sea and the sky and all the green earth in between.

The seemingly oldest of them looked on from the distance. His cigar dangling from his lips as his dark eyes scanned you up and down. He had a rough look to him, like he’s seen more sun than anyone here. That he’d lived everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

“Who are you all and why are you hogging my doorstep?” You asked.

“We don’t have a lot of time, but long story short, I’m your cousin Thomas Shelby. And this young man here is your brother Michael Gray. We only just found him. Your mother...Polly Gray...has been looking for you all these years.” He said bluntly.

“What? I thought she was dead or something. God knows father was.” You said, remembering the drunken man vaguely as well as a beautiful dark haired woman you were sure to have gotten your good looks from.

“You remember them?” Michael asked, a bit envious that his newfound sister was able to remember such a thing.

“Mhmm. Well...when do we meet her aye? I have some business to take care of.” You said, fiddling with your hands as Johnny continued to stare.

“Go do what you need to. We’ll wait out here.” He said.

“Who’s the rough looking fellow? A bit quiet aye?” You asked, pointing to Johnny.

He cleared his throat and took his cap off. His bright smile catching your eye as you blew smoke out from your lips.

“Sorry. I’m Johnny. Johnny Dogs. Traveler and helper of the Shelby family and such. Nice to meet you Y/N. Heard lots of good things ‘bout ya.” He said.

“Oh really? Like what? That I’m a drunk like me father? That I’m a whore?” She asked with a smirk, her laugh sending Johnny’s heart over the edge.

“Gods no. That you’re beautiful actually. Polly said so herself. She remembers ya well.” He said with a small smile that was soon extinguished by a cold glance from Thomas.

“Right....well I’ll be out in a moment.” You said with a slight smile, walking back inside and throwing your best clothes on and hurriedly doing your makeup.

“Well hello there love, who are you getting ready for this morning?” The man lying on your bed half naked murmured as you put on the last of your makeup.

“Get out.” You said, pulling your coat over yourself as you grabbed your purse.

“What? After last night you want me to leave?” He asked.

“What is this? A bed and breakfast? I said get the fuck out of me house!” You yelled, not even bothering to remember the lads name as you followed him down the hall, his pants put on haphazardly as he ran shirtless out the door.

“You’ll pay for this!” He yelled, causing the three men to look on curiously.

“Actually you did sir, thanks for the tip love!” You yelled.

“Fucking asshole.” You added under your breath.

“Who was that?” Michael asked as you got in their car.

“Just a joyride love. Don’t worry about it.” You said, not bothering to filter yourself as Thomas smirked slightly. You we’re definitely Polly’s daughter. There was no doubt about it.

As you all neared Polly’s house you and Michael exchanged a nervous look with each other, knowing you might as well have forgotten her since it’s been so long. Your adoptive parents never mentioning her unless you started acting up. But the vague memories you did have always swirled around in your mind.

“Here we are. She said you could stay there with her if that’s something you both want. But I’ll let you both go on.” Thomas said, helping you both up to the apartment.

You knocked hard on the door, your hands shaking as you looked to the ground. You hoped for this day for years but you never thought it would happen so soon.

“Do ya want me to help em’ wit their bags Tom?” Johnny whispered from the car as he watched the woman standing nervously with her brother.

“No. Just stay in the car.” He said, bringing the rest of the bags up to them as Polly opened the door.

“My god...” she said, her hair a bit disheveled as she adjusted her dress and shawl around her shoulders.

“Mum? H-hi. Um....it’s me...Y/N...and Michael.” You said with a small smile on your face.

She didn’t say anything, instead just rushing forward and enveloping you both in a hug as Thomas stood by awkwardly.

“Thank you. Tommy my god thank you.” She said, giving him a short hug as well as you and Michael made your way inside the lavish apartment.

“Just make sure you’re all at the office early tomorrow alright? We’ll have a family meeting.” He said, a small smile on his face that hadn’t been there in ages.

“We will.” Polly said, waving him and Johnny off as she closed the door behind her.

“Now Michael...I know you don’t know me very well. But I want you to know I’m here for you always alright? You too Y/N. I can’t believe I have you back.” She said giving you each a tight hug as you wiped tears from your eyes.

As the night went on you all both gradually settled in, Polly agreeing to let you go to your apartment when you wanted since you were of age. But for now you accepted your place here, wanting to get to know the woman you’ve searched for all your life.

“Michael...it’s alright if I call you that right?” She asked hesitantly.

“Mhmm. I-I guess it’s growing on me. Never felt much like a Henry.” He said, unpacking his things.

“Right, well I’ll leave you two for the night. I’ll be expecting you both up early for Tommy’s meeting tomorrow. Welcome to the family.” She said, her mind racing as she left the room. Her heart slowly mending back together after being torn to pieces so many years ago.

---

At the shop the next morning, Michael and you both walked in a bit on edge, having gotten the rundown from Polly about what the business entailed on the way there. The workers around you eyeing you up as you lit a cigarette and walked past them in your heels and red overcoat. Michael looking around as well but with a smug smile on his face as he made acquaintances with the younger blinders rather quickly.

“Alright so the new members of the family as you lot can see are Y/N and Michael Gray. They’ve both confirmed they preferred their natural names so that’s what you’ll all call them. The papers and everything else are being sorted to give Polly any parental rights, and Michael...I have a proposition for you.” He said eyeing the young man who had a tough-yet laid back demeanor about him. The innocence of his past life slowly fading the longer he stayed in Birmingham.

“Alright. What is it Tommy?” He asked, smoking a cigarette carefully since he’d only done so once before at college.

“You’re going with us to the races. After we see what you’re made of, I’ll consider you for an accounting position.” He said.

“Sounds good to me.” He said swallowing hard and looking towards his mother.

“It doesn’t bloody sound good to me. I’ve just gotten my children back and you want to put them through some peaky initiation?” Polly snapped at her nephew. Ada, Arthur, John, and Finn looking at you and your brother with curious eyes during the awkward silence that ensued.

“It’s the only way Pol’ he’ll be fine.” Thomas said flatly, his voice still void of emotion.

“What will I be doing? I can’t stay cooped up here all day.” You said, blowing a cloud of smoke from your lips as you stared down your blue eyed devil of a cousin.

“Well, you could work here with the rest of us or you could work with the Lee’s and the rest down at their stop. Think of it as being a liaison for us.” He said.

You looked around at the dark and cramped place, your mothers familiar eyes knowing what you’d pick. You were an adult and had been on your own for many years, knowing full well how to handle yourself for the most part and besides, if you got to get out in the open air for a while it wouldn’t be half bad.

“I can do that. Just tell me how to get there and I’ll go.” You said. Thomas handing you a map as he grabbed his car keys.

“You can still stay at the house you know.” Polly said as you gathered your things.

“I know mum. I’ll be back, it’s just work. Don’t worry.” You said giving her a hug and Michael a fake punch on the shoulder as you waltzed out the door.

“It’s better if I go with you. You don’t know them.” Thomas said, opening the door for you.

“....alright. Do I need to do anything before we go?” You asked.

“Just please tell me you know how to shoot a gun.” He said, starting the car.

“Just point and shoot right? I remember one thing before dad died and that was going hunting with him in the woods. Just that once.” You said.

“That should be good enough. Take this.” He said, handing you a small handgun from his jacket.

“Do I have to kill anyone?” You asked, the thought making a shiver run down your spine slightly.

“Only if they come after ya or the family.” He said.

You nodded your head silently as you understood. You’d heard of the blinders while being in London, and from Polly’s rundown before getting to the shop, but you’d never thought you’d be related to them in such a way. But maybe this was the start you’d needed. At least now you weren’t making a living off cleaning houses and singing in taverns.

“Here we are.” He said after a long while of silence. Your eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight that spread across the vacant land where a slew of vardo’s were parked. Bonfires lit near them as they sat around the flames. Various animals roasting on a spit as music played in the distance.

“This is where I’ll be?” You asked, not seeing an actual brick and mortar house in sight. But remembering bits and pieces of the old vardo you had grew up briefly in with your mum. Her late teenaged self doing the best she could to care for the three of you young children.

“Mhm.” He mumbled as he led you through the tall grass to the people you’d be spending most of your working days around.

“There they are! What a sight! How are ya Tom?” Johnny asked rather loudly, a smile dancing across his face as he greeted you with a quick kiss to your hand.

“Good. Y/N here is going to be staying every few days or so. She’s the new liaison between the families here. Teach her what ya know and show her where she can call from. She’ll be reporting to me about anything going on that may need our attention. Think of it as security aye?” He said, eyeing Johnny as he stared slightly at the gorgeous woman.

“Will do, will do. Say let’s get you shown around, we have a place for ya all set up.” He said, taking your hand in his which made you smile. A flush of red hitting your cheeks as you looked on at your new place of work.

“Don’t do anything stupid Johnny.” Thomas said threateningly, knowing he could sense that Johnny had some feelings for his cousin.

“No worries Tom.” He said, tipping his cap to him as he led you to a vacant vardo.

“So what’s a woman as beautiful as you doin’ round these parts anyway? Did Polly drive ya off already?” He asked, setting your luggage down.

“No. I volunteered to come out here. Didn’t wanna be cooped up in that old dusty building.” You said, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

“Well you’re in luck, darlin’. No dusty buildings here. Just a few snakes though.” He said as you jumped slightly, eyes making a mad-dash to the ground.

“I’m just messing with ya, doll.” He said, leaning up against the back steps.

“Is it hard being out here all the time? I know a few bars in London we could go to sometime. Get ya out for bit.” You said looking into his brown eyes that glowed almost golden in the bright afternoon sun.

“Not as hard when we have pretty women such as yourself here. Say...I’ll take ya up on that offer. How ‘bout later this week after we show ya the ropes?” He asked.

“Sounds good.” You said, smiling as you helped him carry things to the pond nearby. Children running around and skipping stones as you both made small talk while washing various clothes.

“How long do you all stay out here? It’s beautiful.” You said after a while of learning how to do various chores.

“Oh about a month or so. Never too long in one place in case the coppers come by bootin’ us out. We belong to ourselves, not to them. The sooner you learn that the better off you’ll be here aye?” He said, a hint of warning in his voice.

“Did someone tip you off one day? I’d never do that. I’m just working for Tommy and me mum.” You said, never wanting to come between anyone’s business.

“Yeah. Lost a few people a couple years back. Wasn’t good. But that’s all done now. New beginnings aye Y/N?” He said raising his flask to your glass of whiskey as you all sat near the pond.

“To new beginnings.” You said, staring off into the sky as you realized you’d be here more often than you’d thought.

---

The next few weeks seemed to fly by as you got used to living half there and half at Polly’s place. It was a hard decision but one you felt deep down needed to be made as you sold your apartment in London to be closer to your mum and Michael. Turns out he wasn’t as good and innocent as he’d claimed to be, gradually going on business with the boys and coming back high as a kite on cocaine. It was something even you hadn’t done in a long while, and something you swore one night to never do again after a bad spill landed you in the doctors. So it was safe to say your hard partying days were over, except for when it came to Johnny.

Over the course of the few weeks you’d been working together and updating Tommy on the business there, you grew closer and developed feelings for the rowdy traveler. Johnny’s smile and snarky remarks always bringing a wide grin to your face when you’d hear him with the lads or when you’d both go off drinking with people at the camp. But unfortunately, good things seemed to come to an end once the month was up, seeing as Tommy visited at a bad time one night and caught the two of you together. You’d been slightly embarrassed, but didn’t think he had it in him to ruin a good thing. But ruining things was Tommy’s specialty.

The night was abruptly ended when he dragged a naked Johnny away from you and threatened to terminate both of your positions with the company if things continued. But you were stubborn and strong willed just like your mother, and kept seeing him anyways even if it meant you were out of the company.

“I don’t see why I can’t love one man Pol’ Tommy’s gone and probably fucked every woman in town! He’ll he has enough children by various women to worry about already and here he is worrying about what I do with my life and my time?” You yelled as you packed your things away. You’d discussed moving out there with Johnny to spare the family drama. Thomas could tell you liked it out there and he had to admit, you gave him good information on people you’d come across, even if it was by letter or by pay phone more often than in person. And Polly knew you were like her, wanting to be free to do whatever you pleased and as much as it pained her to see you leave for a life on the road, she loved that you were the only one who kept that spirit alive. The only one who decided to throw away the silver spoon you’d been fed with half your life, to live for yourself and for a man that made you happy, even if he worked for the blue eyed devil himself.

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smoochi-dazai · 4 years

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oooo! for the kissing prompt, 3 with dazai? <33

✿ “ Order ” ✿

—> Bungo Stray Dogs, PM! Dazai Osamu | Reader

—> Sweet | Prompt

—> Description | You are given an order from your superior, will you listen? On the brink of being caught, Dazai quickly comes up with an idea to hide your faces. + You and him dated for a couple months now, but you only recently got involved within his line of work.

Note; almost 1k. I’m terrible at writing short scenarios 😂 please enjoy ALSO sorry if you wanted ADA Dazai, but I had a cute idea for pm. Plus pm dazai deserves some love

✿ 3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

“ I still don’t understand—“ You mutter through a prolonged exhale, seeming to catch Dazai's attention, the young man has been practically conjoined at the hip this entire trip. “ Why do you insist on dragging me along everywhere you go? ”

Dazai frowned, casting a side glance towards you who was previously staring at the ground. Now, you stopped where you were, an adorable pout adorning your pink lips while your eyes seem to flare in frustration— staring him in the eye. Oh how you hated your height difference, it slowly felt like your executive partner was looking down on you. Frankly, Dazai is rather fond of it for obvious reasons. He sees you as an equal; but on the rare occasion where he will use his size against you, it’s normally just for a tease. You understood Chūyas suffering all too well now, meeting Dazais sly expression as he towers over your shorter figure.

“ You’re still fairly new to the Mafia so its only right for Mori to be cautious— “ Dazai wore his bored expression, eyes beginning to soften while speaking with you. “ Are you not happy here, with me? It almost seems like you dislike working with your beloved boyfriend, how cruel sweetheart. ”

Dazais pet names always shut your mouth, you felt a sassy remark edging to escape the tip of the tongue. However swallowed it, huffing while muttering a not so confident response.

“ I...” You stutter, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“ Oh? Then what did you mean, Belladonna.”

Before the conversation would continue, Dazai wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into an embrace. It was so sudden you let out a short squeak if he could- Dazai would’ve teased you about it. However, more important matters were at hand now, you aren’t safe here.

“ Wrap your arms around me, now. ” Dazai requested, his hushed tone sent a couple of shivers down your spine. The way he requested seemed almost like a demand, feeling strangely obligated to follow orders. Was it because he was an executive or the fact you were dating. Who knows honestly, you didn’t care.

While you did as you were told, Dazai looked over your shoulder. There stood a couple of men with a soldier-like appearance. It would be bad news to be spotted right now together, let alone as members of the Port Mafia. They were out scouting for someone, did they already get caught? Who knows if the police were called or not. The town you were in was well known for being rather skittish, always calling the authorities the moment any kind of suspicious activity happens.

Untangling your arms from around him, Dazai leads both your arms to rest on top of his shoulders. Involuntarily, you allow him to be the puppeteer, rather clueless about your situation. You trusted Dazai enough to let him take control. Opening your mouth to ask what’s wrong, he gently placed a slender finger against your lips. Hushing you lowly while peeking again at the men who made their way towards you two.

The town's atmosphere felt eerie, with the addition of Dazais change of expression. How he suddenly became so serious was left unknown, what was behind you that caught his attention? Anxiety began to rile up within your heart, pleading for some kind of answer. That’s when both his hands cup your face, pulling you in so close that your noses kissed each other gently. His warm breath tickled your skin, in contrast to the breeze of night. Boy oh, boy did the butterflies run wild in your stomach, deep pink flush flooding your cheeks without caution.

“ Kiss me.”

Dazai's hushed voice felt much deeper than his usual cheery attitude at the bar with Ango or Odasaku. God, you felt yourself melt- sometimes the small actions he does are incredibly hot.

Without question, you stand a little taller. Tilting your head to the side for a perfect angle, it only takes a moment to lean in, for his lips to connect with yours. Shutting your eyes to immerse yourself, you never realized just how cautious he was being for you. Footsteps were heard closeby, who was out this late at night?

A delicate hand found its way into his hair, tugging it gently as he hummed. The vibrations within his lips to yours gave you an odd rush of excitement.

As footsteps seem to trail away, Dazai lets himself relax. Wrapping his bandages arms around your waist, he playfully nips at your bottom lip. Wanting your genuine reaction— but just as you expected something more, he pulled away. That bastard toyed with you again, you’ll get him back for this later. The probability of you succeeding is another story. It’s rare for anyone to win against the guy, Dazai was freakishly intelligent.

“ Coast is clear, “ Dazai began, a signature smirk gracing his handsome features. “ You obey me so easily, are you sure you’re safe trusting me so profoundly? ” Dazai questioned, but already knew your response.

“ Are you saying I should disobey the legendary port mafia executive, Dazai Osamu? ” You smile, hugging him warmly- he still wasn’t used to having people like you at his side. But Dazai wouldn’t have it any other way.

“ Of course not. But I’m sure you obey me for other reasons entirely, right, Belladonna? ”

Huffing, you give a nod. Hiding your face against his chest within the hug. Smiling to yourself.

If you lifted your head in that ordeal, you would’ve seen his cute smile too.

~fin~

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uselessidiotsquad · 3 years

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These interviews are a blast and I plan on doing a few more of them >:3

OC INTERVIEW: Madrúil

INTRODUCTION:

1. Can you introduce yourself?

- I don’t see the point. Do we have business? I have things I need to do. But fine. (he crosses his arms) Name’s Madrúil. If you have ears at all you’ve probably heard me called by a number of other things. Bastard Hound, seems to be the most common. If you value your organs remaining in your body, you’ll call me Kennelmaster or Mad.

2. What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

- Does anyone really care about that? Besides people trying to milk it to their advantage? Piss off.

3. Where and when were you born?

- Nightbloom. Grove. Don’t know what exactly you want from this.

4. What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

- I prefer my bow, for sport and actual killing. If we’re talking about what I use for encouraging others to join Nightmare, that’s a whole different story. Normally, I prefer my whip. Or just my fists. It’s very hard to beat the satisfaction of just punching something until it breaks. Or stops screaming.

5. Lastly, are you happy?

- Happy as I’ve ever been. (he smiles and it seems genuine, though it’s not a very nice smile)

FAMILY AND FRIENDS:

1. What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

- I have the Nightmare and the graces of the Countess of Blasphemy. What else would I need?

2. Have you ever ran away from home?

- No? Why would I?

3. Would you consider marriage or having children?

- (he clears his throat and spits to the side) Would you consider getting better questions?

4. Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

- I don’t do secrets, what you see is what you get. If I hate you, trust me, you’ll know.

5. Which friend knows everything about you?

- The only one who knows me, and she knows me better than I know me, is the esteemed Countess.

ASKED BY FANS:

1. Are you literate? Have you been to school?

- I can read and write and all that nonsense. It hardly comes into play for my job, though.

2. The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

- Only thing close to a prediction is that I thought breaking boars to Nightmare would be harder than hounds, since they are generally smarter. I was right. There’s a reason why we only have one. And why he’s mine. (he points to the large boar behind the viewer, it has been staring at them this whole time)

3. What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

- (he gives an annoyed hiss of a sigh) That I guess sometimes it takes more than just sheer abuse and agony to turn prisoners to Nightmare. That little purple fucker just had to ruin my score.

4. Do you have mental health or physical issues?

- Got a lot of old bite marks from training fernhounds, spiders, and other types of beast. Cos, here (he points to the boar again) managed to get me took a hunk out of my side. Still hurts occasionally. Proud of him for that, he got me good.

5. What is your current main goal?

- Keep the favor of my Countess, do her bidding, turn as many soft-barked saplings I can into Nightmare. To join the ‘family’ as the Countess is so fond of calling it, and make them see the Truth. I do whatever she wants to make that happen.

CHOICES:

1. Drink or food?

- Food. Keeping both hounds and prisoners hungry makes them less likely to cause trouble. Can’t run very far or fast when they’re running on empty.

2. Cats or dogs?

- (he glares pointedly at the viewer) Are you stupid?

3. Early bird or night owl?

- Night. The senses are heightened. Sun isn’t carving a hole through your bark.

4. Optimist or pessimist?

- Optimist. Yeah, yeah, shut up, I know. But I trust that the judgement and reason of the radiant Countess is gonna see things through. If it works out well for her, it works out well for me. That’s all that matters.

5. Sassy or sarcastic?

- Neither, I don’t have time for that type of useless banter.

HAVE YOU EVER:

1. Been caught sneaking out

- I don’t ‘sneak’ anywhere. That’s more than I can say for some of the greasy backstabbing types around here. ‘specially ones who like to priss and prance and play with their stupid poisons. And if that someone is eavesdropping again, Marfach, you can go [REDACTED].

2. Broke a bone

- I break bones, comes with the job. (he looks up for a second) Oh you meant have I broken a bone? Hah, no. What type of dainty weed do you think I am?

3. Received flowers

- Who would-? Why?

4. Ghosted someone

- I don’t know what you mean by that.

5. Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get

- No. That’s pointless.

Tagging:

Anyone who already did one, or was already tagged, but has the urge to do another one! Or, for anyone who wanted to do it the first time but needed another bit of encouragement. OR for y’alls newest beeb!

#gw2 #ocs #oc interview #Madrúil #the bastard hound #nmc #nightmare troop #sylvari

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general-arya · 4 years

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daisuke kanbe is the only man that matters

Look at this rich bastard and his billion dollar fucking smirk.

Just look at him. You know he means business. AND that ARABIC??? mmm.

I will always love you to pieces Jumin Han, but step aside because my fucking stone cold heart needs space for this man.

He can tear me to fucking shreds and run me over and I’ll say, “thank you.”

This is the face of the man that uses dollar bills as napkins.

He’s beauty, he’s grace and he can stomp me in the face.

I’M-

Deny it all you want, but this is a full course meal compliments from the Devil himself.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m dropping it into the river.”

I’m guilty, your honor.

Daddy Daisuke Kanbe, Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited

"I'm a savage, classy, bougie, ratchet, sassy, moody, nasty." ✨ 💸

#daisuke kanbe #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #the millionaire detective #haru katou #god i fucking love this asshole #he is literally the devil incarnate #daddy jumin #daddy daisuke #jumin han #mystic messenger #HUESC #balance unlimited #spring anime 2020 #make no mistake this doesn't mean we should be sleeping on haru #if he IS engaged BOY i'd be simping for heR NO QUESTIONS ASKED as well #i am shameless i would be simping for daisuke's fiancé smh #so in conclusion jumin and daisuke can both wreck me while i also am a lowkey simp for the tired baby that is haru katou and mystery lady

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ariana-maryse · 3 years

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Top 10 Hottest for November

I didn’t do one last month because oooopsie.

Nathan Wallace (Anthony Head, Repo! The Genetic Opera)

I don’t want him to repossess any of my guts, but he can rearrange them.

Bo Sinclair (Brian Van Holt, House of Wax)

BVH is so dreamy I SIMPly cannot avoid being attracted to anyone he plays.

Otis B Driftwood (Bill Moseley, Firefly Trilogy)

Absolute bastard man. Hot damn. Also I kinda preferred his look in House of 1000 Corpses over the other two films.

Mike Hanlon (Tim Reid, It)

Tell me all his sweaters aren’t made of husband material. I dare you to try.

Zelda Spellman (Miranda Otto, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Sassy. Moody. Nasty. How does one not feel The Thirst?

Grace Andrews (Sophia Bush, The Hitcher)

I have this movie to thank for my enormous crush on Sophia Bush. She’s a badass.

The Kid (Bill Skarsgard, Castle Rock)

Tragic sad boi with cheekbones you could ski off of.

The Babadook (Tim Purcell, The Babadook)

He can possess people AND create visions (also possibly shapeshift? I can’t remember if he does or not.) Hot monster.

Father Burke (Demián Bichir, The Nun)

Hot priest. Hot prriiiieeessstttt.I can never resist.

Dave Dennison (Charles Rocket, Hocus Pocus)

I’m always on the lookout for hot dads, even in real life. Gimme those white sneakers and polo’s tucked into jeans. (I couldn’t find a single gif of him RIP)

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f1ct1onalplaces · 2 years

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Do you suppose you could make an Inej and Jasper friendship drabble? I loved their relationship in the books. They were such amazing (sassy) friends. Thank you so much <3

A/N: Hello people! I absolutely love this request and I had so much fun writing it. This takes place before SOC but I haven’t read the books in a while so I hope I do these two justice. Please keep in mind that this won’t follow the TV show and is more like the books. Again this is an amazing request and thank you for the ask.

P.S. I probably won’t answer requests this fast in the future, but today I had the time

TW: Indications of sadness

Lifting Spirits

The day was wet, the air humid and strangely it reminded Inej of her old life. The way it was before Tante Heleen, before the dregs, before Kaz Brekker.

She sat in the back of the crows club preparing for tonight. The job was nothing she hadn’t done before. It was simply hiding and listening, her specialty and the exact reason she had been asked to join the dregs.

Inej leaned forward and put all of her energy into sharpening Sankta Alina, not wanting to dwell on the before for too long.

That’s when Jesper entered the club. He wore his usual get-up as he strolled in, hands placed on the pearl handles of his precious revolvers.

Initially, he had come to play with the few kruge he had but was detoured when he saw Inej.

She knew the moment he had entered the club, so when he walked over to her table she merely continued to sharpen her metal saint.

“Hello Jesper it is just so lovely to see you,” Jesper spoke, knowing full well that she knew he was here. “Well, thanks Inej! I always love lifting your spirits by just gracing you with my presence.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight back the smile that was slowly growing on her lips.

Inej set down the bone-handled knife and looked up the same time Jesper slid into the booth.

“Hi, Jesper.” His eyes glanced down to her knife that sat on the table. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head.

“Ooo what’s the boss have you up to?” His tone was light and a little lower for a dramatic effect.

Jesper was always up for a good fight and if he couldn’t have that then a thrilling tale would have to do. In this case, he was ready to hear how the Wraith is going to get what Kaz wanted.

“Just some reconnaissance,” she said, pausing dramatically before continuing. “In case plans go south. You know how it is” He in fact did not know and she was well aware of that. To her, it wasn’t anything exciting, but if you knew Jesper everyday things became thrilling if you played into his games.

“Ahh, I see.” He nodded and placed his fingers against his chin as if deeply pondering. “The bastard and his tendencies of paranoia.” Jesper was trying his hardest to keep a serious face, but the more he tried to fight off a smile the funnier his face looked. Inej couldn’t help but laugh.

They both knew that Kaz wasn’t paranoid but safe. Well, not exactly safe as in staying inside and locking the door, but making sure that his deals never fell through. It was Ketterdam and the only reason it was filled to the brim with every type of human was because of the whisper of money (though Nina liked to argue that it was the waffles that brought everyone to the city).

“Hey, I’m gonna go play a few rounds. Want to come?” Jesper smiled, raising from his seat. Usually, Inej would try and shine some light on his poor decision-making skills, but she had a few hours to kill and was having too much fun to decline. This is not at all how she thought the day would go. You really could look to Jesper to lift your spirits.

He, and everyone else who she considered a friend, was a good reminder that even though life can rip everything you know a way, it has its means of apologizing and patching up some of the cracks.

She smiled back and nodded. Jesper let out a whoop of excitement.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll be the luck I’ve always been searching for.” He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the nearest table.

As he began the first round Inej quickly sent a little prayer up to the saints, thanking them for what she had gained.

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misteria247 · 3 years

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Favorite Twst Characters that I personally like because why not? I'm bored:

While I enjoy all the characters there are quite a few who hold a soft spot in my soul and who I literally fawn over like an absolute moron. (Not including the main group of dumbassess that we've all grown to love and adore known as Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek).

Riddle Rosehearts: Okay so this character had become number one baby from the moment I saw him and saw his past. He speaks to me on a certain level and to be blunt I'd die for this angry, angry little boy and I'd do it in a heartbeat. Riddle deserves all the love don't even @ me. And plus when Riddle does that adorable little smile laugh thing when he's happy it makes me wanna hug him and squish his cheeks.

Trey Clover: This dude right here, is an absolute mom friend. He bakes cakes and watches out for his younger dorm members and helps Riddle out when he needs it. He's honestly a pretty cool dude and I love him a lot.

Leona Kingscholar: Okay bare with me. I like Leona a lot because he's an absolute mood. Taking naps and just wanting to be left alone in general to just do his own thing is literally the adult mood in one dude and I honestly vibe with that. Not to mention when he interacts with his nephew and looks like he's bothered and is actually clearly caring for the young boy it makes me go awhhhhh.

Ruggie Bucchi: This boy right here, he's a prankster and a little shit and by default I love characters who are both of those qualities. Not to mention that he's a pretty hard worker when he wants to be and being broke as a joke is very relatable.

Azul Ashengrotto: Okay Azul, the major big guy who is like living in my head rent free. Azul is a character that I relate to quite a lot, to a point where learning his backstory lowkey made me a bit uncomfortable sgdgdgdgg. As someone who's been in his shoes at one point I understand why he's the way he is which makes his character growth even better when it happens.

Jade Leech: Other than for obvious reasons why he's a favorite SebastianMichaelis I find his personality to be quite interesting considering how he's usually deathly calm and it makes me lowkey wonder what he'd look like if he went completely apeshit. That and dorks who grow little gardens and talk about mushrooms makes me old heart soft.

Floyd Leech: The reason I like Floyd? Dude's got that crazy vibe to him. Floyd Leech is literally a bottle of chaotic energy and I adore characters who have that. Not to mention I also find his personality interesting, the way he acts like he's not paying attention when he actually is and is incredibly smart is honestly incredible to watch.

Kalim Al-Asiam: Sunshine child is literally the baby boy who owns my heart. This beautiful little shit could literally just breathe and I'd be fawning over him like a proud mom showing off her newborn. That and the fact that he's still a pretty good friend despite all the bullshit he went through with his best friend made me lowkey respect him. And seeing him grow to become a better friend and person is honestly goals.

Vil Schoenheit: He's beauty, he's grace, he's a hard working man who's extremely hard on himself and pushes himself to the point where he should of had at least one breakdown from stress. Okay Vil is a big favorite of mine because he's a really hard working dude who basically says fuck gender roles, men can be beautiful too and honestly he's earned mad respect from me just for that. Not to mention the mom friend vibes he gives off they're just *chief's kiss*.

Idia Shroud: As someone who's a socially anxious mess myself I feel this dude on a spiritual level. He's awkward and a nerd and has no idea what the hell he's doing when he interacts with others and if that ain't a big fat mood. Idia is just that one dude that I adore because he's a sassy dork and he's a mess of a human being.

Lilia Vanrouge: Big dad vibes with this man. I love this mischievous bastard, he's honestly one of the best. The way he plays tricks on others just because he's board is honestly hilarious and seeing him being the unofficial dad of the group of his dormitory is what waters my crops and feeds my soul.

Malleus Draconia: And finally, the man of the hour, the one who's also living in my head rent free, Malleus. This fae is one of my favorites, mainly because despite the whole polite imitating vibes he gives off, he's actually a huge ass dork who likes gargoyles and ice cream and hanging out in an abandoned places. That and him being lowkey somewhat lonely is relatable and I honestly feel it deep in my soul.

And there you have it, my completely unnecessary post about my favorites from Twisted Wonderland. I just wanted to rambling for a bit because I'm bored and I was thinking about my boys and I ended up with this post. I regret nothing and I apologize in advance for rambling mindless all over your dashboards.

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dornish-queen · 4 years

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Characters: Max Phillips x reader

Length: 1040

Warnings: death, I can’t think of anything else

A/N: Bloodsucking Bastards AU; This is an epilogue for Last Day and First Day. If you have not read those, I would read that before this one. My last post.

“Oh Fuck!”

Those were Max Phillips’ last words as he felt the wood stake sink into his chest. Not the most graceful of exits, he would have to admit. He looked at the stake penetrating his heart, then stared up into the eyes of his killer, a newbie vampire hunter, no more than 16 years old.

“Really? This is how I’m going out?” He thought to himself.

Before he had the chance to roll his eyes in disgust, he exploded into a pile of bloody guts. And he had decided to wear his best suit that day for no particular reason. What a shame.

In a blink of an eye, he was somewhere else. He felt his chest frantically. The stake was gone and he was still dressed in his finest suit. His body felt whole and solid, and something felt different. He felt his chest and felt something he had not felt in a long time. A thumping. A heart that had been long dead was beating in his chest. But how could that be? He should be nothing but a pile of ground meat.

He took a deep breath and felt his heart again. Pure elation and then the realization that he had to be dead.

“Oh God! I’m in Hell!” Max uttered to himself.

“Actually, I was told this is called “receiving.” Came a soft, joyous voice behind him.

Max turned and saw her, only a few feet behind him. He let out a trembling breath as she took his hands into hers. It had been so long, and yet he still remembered her touch. Her lips gently gliding across the top of his hand until he was caressing her face. Her young face and her eyes that sparkled like a hundred suns. He wrapped his arms around her tight, lifting her up off the ground. She was real and breathing and alive just like him.

“Um, Babe? Can you put me down? It’s getting hard to breathe.” She said in her sassy voice. God how he missed that!

“Receiving, you say?” He said as he flicked a stray tear off his face. “All I see is a park. Actually, we’re in a dog park?”

“That’s interesting. You see, they told me that people see different things.” She began calmly, as though this was a normal conversation over morning coffee.

“Who’s they?” Max asked, looking puzzled and still a little in shock.

“Upper management.” She said, as a Golden Doodle walked up to them and began sniffing at Max. “They said the dogs were put here to make the transition easier for incoming people.”

“Incoming…transition…what…I need to sit down.” Max said perplexed as he made his way to a park bench, the Golden Doodle jumping on top and resting his head on Max’s lap.

She sat close to him and the dog, clearly amused at how much Max seemed to enjoy the dog’s company.

“Our ride will be here soon to pick us up to go see The Boss.” She said as the dog began to lick her hand.

“But, I’m a vampire. Don’t I end up going to the “other” place?” Max began.

“No…you WERE a vampire.” She said, smiling at him, looking at various vehicles as they drove by, until a white sedan pulled up to them. The driver motioning them to get inside the car door that seemed to open as though it had a mind of its own. “Come on. That’s our ride. Let’s go.”

She steps in the back the car, and as Max starts to makes his way into the car. He is frozen in place, as though there is an invisible barrier preventing him from entering.

“Babe? What’s wrong? Come in.” She asked, puzzled.

“Something’s not right. I don’t belong here.” Max started, as he stared at her waiting for him in the car.

“In or Out, Buddy!” hollered the chauffeur from the front. “I haven’t got all day!”

Max hesitantly got into the car, the leather seat crinkling under his weight. He felt her head lean against his shoulder as he settled in, the car door closing with a loud THUMP.

“Good to have you here, Max!” cried the chauffeur, more cheerful now that he was back on schedule. “You know, your lady friend there? She would not leave, kept saying how she was waiting for someone. We tried telling her not to wait and that you just can’t tell sometimes. You know? Sometimes you get the other driver? You know what I mean, Max?”

“Wait… How do you know my name?

“You’re ON my itinerary, Max!” shouted the driver, as he waved a piece of notebook paper above his head. “You know… you don’t act like people normally do when I pick them up. Most people are happy when they see me.”

“I guess I’m just a little confused.” Max began to say.

“Well, I’ve been doing this a long time, and I’ve never been wrong! If I was…BOY would The Boss be mad! I know good people when I see them, and believe me. YOU are good people. Alright we’re here!” The driver exclaimed gleefully.

Max looked out the car window and saw the apartment building he lived in.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Max began.

“It says to take you kids home.” The driver said as he looked over his list frantically. “Oh look, your tour guide’s here!”

They both got out of the car and walked toward their tour guide sitting patiently outside Max’s building, but there was only a dog. It was the same Golden Doodle that came up to Max at the park.

“Our tour guide is a dog?” they both said in unison, looking back at the driver.

But the driver only giggled and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, be happy you got the dog!”

“Um…I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.” Max said leaning in the front window to give the driver tip money for the ride.

“My name’s Peter, but you can call me Pete!” He said as he took the cash from Max. “Welcome home, kids.”

As Peter drove away, they walked hand in hand toward the Golden Doodle and into the building.

The End

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