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arknights-imagines · 4 months

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Tbh I was thinking of a scenario in my head about doktah (or U) being injured and Rico was taking care of U and U cupped his cheek and called him pretty, he was confused but flustered a bit (insert glitching computer sounds) anyway i luv u and anyone who’s reading this 😍

- 🐲 anon

Hiya there 🐲 anon! Tysm for your request (and I love you too sbsuwh 🥰!!)

I knew I wanted one of the first things I posted after being away for v long to be a request for Executor/'Rico, so your request was perfectly timed and I loved your idea lots aaa! It's v v cute and I feel it fits Executor/'Rico v well 🥺💕!!

I'm a li'l nervous since I feel I'm a bit rusty shiuhge 😭...! But, I had fun with this one and it feels good to be back aaa I hope I did Executor justice here 🙏

Anywho, to you and everyone else, I hope you all enjoy 🥰!!

Taglist for Executor/All Writing!:

@donsofwaste

@tiredstudents

@marahuyos

@vesvic

@cl3v-j

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Imagine format; mostly in the perspective of the reader, written in second person!

Contains: Executor, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, acquaintances to crushes relationship lolojshd, mentions of things and references to lots of from Executor's archive files, minor injuries and violence, the reader is one of Rhodes Island's Elite Operators, the reader is a li'l bit of a flirt lololsjs, nameless and gender-neutral Doctor as a background character, humour, fluff 💕!

Word count: a little over 2.7k!

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All Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to work alongside and be dispatched on Operations with each other. Such was a simple fact, and an obvious one; of course it would be bizarre for Rhodes Island, with their policy of levelling all who they employ as equal and for not tolerating discrimination irrespective of one’s reasons, to restrict certain Operators from being assigned into Squads together.

The case of Executor, however, was unavoidably more complicated different.

While all Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to be sent into combat with Executor - that didn’t mean all Rhodes Island Operators were willing to be sent into combat with Executor.

When you had approached the Doctor regarding the subject before boarding the transport that was to take you to the site of your next Operation - you had been assigned to an Operation, along with a party of other Elite Operators that included the Sankta in question, that was a hostage-rescue in Columbia -, they looked off to where Executor was stood counting his ammunition nearby then shrugged.

You had tilted your head to the side and so the Doctor elaborated, “He’s more than capable of handling the perimeter of the Operation ite by himself, and besides, no one on the Squad was agreed to being deployed with him. It’s not unusual, considering his… reputation.” A lift of one of your eyebrows was paired with a puzzled mutter, “But, it’d still be better for him to have some sort of back up. And, what ‘reputation’? Do you mean how he has those people from the Engineering Department always flirting with him?”

It was the Doctor’s turn to tilt their head to the side now, before their voice left them slowly, “No, that’s not what I was-…” They paused, studying your facial features then shifting their gaze from you to Executor, “I was referring to other...things…”

Be it his direct completion of any combat task assigned to him, the immense amount of collateral damage left in nearly all of his mission sites, or that account from the deeply-fazed Operator who was deployed as his partner once, of how Executor barehandedly tore out the heart of a beast directly from its chest - that last one had soon become a Rhodes Island horror story, reimagining Executor as some form of a boogieman impersonating as a Sankta -, majority of Operators had an excuse as to why they would prefer not to be near the ever-composed Sankta during Operations.

The Doctor had long observed a pattern in your behaviour when near Executor, that was in stark contrast to everyone else; though his presence caused most to snap their back straight and tighten the line of their shoulders, your posture when with him instead was always eased with not even the slightest indicator of tension.

Perhaps then, there was one Operator willing to be sent into combat with Executor, the Doctor reassessed.

Such reassessment is the reason as to why you and Executor were in the position you both were currently - together on a short rooftop in order to provide ranged support as the rest of the Squad rescued the hostages and subdued the hostiles.

The choice to deploy you with Executor was surprisingly beneficial, as two pairs of eyes are better at one pair in regards to surveying for threats. Despite that the rest of the Squad had initially looked at the Doctor as though they’d grown a pair of Sarkaz ears and gained a Phidian tail all at once, they now concluded yours and Executor’s position together for this Operator as all part of the Doctor’s plan.

However, you would’ve argued that your eyes slowly becoming more occupied with staring at the Sankta in wordless awe - those rumours about how his appearance was candy for one’s eyes were in fact not simple rumours at all, you realized - rather than your eyes being focused on the Operation site below and the surrounding area, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.

You would’ve argued again that your distracted state caused by Executor’s close proximity resulting in you failing to notice the hostile crossbowman a few rooftops away with you as his target, until his bolt was already fired and struck into your shoulder, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.

“Ghk!” You gulped down the pained yelp as the arrowhead suddenly pierced into your body, and instead a strained grunt of effort covered over it as you lifted the weapon-bearing arm upward in a swift movement; snapping your eyes off of their spot previously super-glued onto Executor’s face, you narrow your gaze and fix it onto the now-fleeing crossbowman. Trusting your own aim as an Elite Operator, you raise your weapon without much ceremony and fire.

A relieved huff leaves your lungs after the crossbowman crumbles to the ground after your weapon-fire hits him in a direct headshot. That relief was momentary, however, as the sharpened ache throughout your entire arm quickly reminded you of the crossbow bolt in your shoulder.

Executor’s attention was rapt on your form once gravity yanked your body downward and sent your knees to collide harshly with the concrete below you; immediately, he was across the rooftop and wrapping a secure arm around your waist to assist you in sitting onto the ground with your back leaning against the ledge of the rooftop.

“You have been hit with an enemy projectile. Do not move.” His voice left him in a stable tone as expected, while his eyes scanned over your body in search of any further harm, then lingering your injury, before they settled onto your face. Your mouth opened to speak, only to shut when his gaze fixed to yours; a hue of scarlet rose onto your cheeks and your eyes averted from his own, despite that they’d been firmly locked onto him just moments earlier. The heaviness of your embarrassment - you’d just been hit by an enemy, because you were too busy oogling your Squadmate - began to near-smother the ache from your injury.

With confidence, you expected the Sankta to flatly point out your blunder in a tone lowered slightly in disappointment, as he advised you to not repeat the same mistake in the future or remarked that he should’ve declined the Doctor’s suggestion to have you function as his partner for this operation. None of those came, however.

In contrast - stark contrast - to the scenarios you’d imagined, Executor’s facial expression became one of slightly furrowed brows with faint downturn of his lips, and then his voice left him in careful words, “I apologize for my lack of attention to our surroundings. I failed to notice and warn you of the threat in time.” A thoughtful pause, and his eyes flicked to your injury before returning to yours, “I will ensure I do not repeat this mistake on subsequent occasions.”

You blinked, and for a moment you wanted to ask him to repeat what he said because you were certain you must’ve heard it wrong. Your injury had been your own mistake, not his; despite, you had rarely ever heard the Sankta’s voice laced with the sincerity it was as his words of apology left him.

Finally, your voice escaped the grip of your previous embarrassment and you managed a reply, “I-It’s alright. It’s my fault, Executor, I wasn’t paying attention. You don’t have to be concerned about it-” His head tilted to the side, then shook it in a near imperceptible movement, “Negative. The safety of my partner for this Operation is a logical cause for my concern.”

Everyone who knew him would firmly agree that he was not a man who ever said things simply out of courtesy. Therefore, the genuinity of this concern - his concern over you - was undoubtable. He felt wholly and truly responsible, for your injury and for ensuring your safety.

“E-Executor-” Your words vanished from you and your thoughts scattered once more as Executor returned his attention to your injury, “The projectile is not an Originium product, there is no risk of Oripathy Infection.” He angled his head to inspect the site of the injury further, then he continued, “Resulted injury is a puncture wound, estimated to be a few inches in depth. Non-lifethreatening.”

The blue of his irises lost a fraction of its sharpness when his eyes left the arrow bolt in your shoulder to find your own eyes once more, “On-field medical treatment is advised. Rest assured that I am qualified to administer.” If they weren't before already, your eyes were widened incredulously now, “You want to…patch me up?” Executor nodded, “If you will allow me, yes.” Your own nod came in a slow reply, “Yes, I'm okay with that…” His gaze focused onto your injury, “Very well.”

With that, his hands placed, one cupped your shoulder and the other held your arm steady. You half-expected a firm grip, one not aware or not caring of the force it was exerting.

Instead, Executor’s hands were careful, only applying necessary pressure; the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of his gloves and offered some soothe to the ache of your injury. Were these really the forceful hands that tore the heart out of a beast? The unexpected gentleness of his touch caused heat to rise to your cheeks and your heartbeat to quicken within your ribcage.

This certainly couldn't be the same Executor whom even your fellow Elite Operators were uncomfortable working with because of his callousness. After all, this Executor’s concern for you was evident; in the way he had instantly been at your side the moment he noticed you’d been attacked, in the way he apologized for what he believed to be his failure in protecting you, and in the way was now tending to your injury. ‘Callous’ was antonymous with ‘concern’, it was impossible for him to encapsulate both. You had yet to witness a display of his supposed lack-of-a-heart, and all but witnessed his evidence of one - a heart misread by many and miscommunicated to many, a heart abstruse.

Yes, anyone with eyes could state with confidence that Executor was handsome; it seemed, however, that you were the only who was now being settled upon with the realization that, ‘and he’s a gentleman’.

Your heart was rapid within your chest, your cheeks flushed a pink hue, - and your eyes could not remove themselves from Executor. Any attempt you made to avert your attention failed, as whenever you flicked your gaze away, it still inevitably fixed onto his careful hands, or his assured movements, or his focus-sharpened face. He unearthed a tourniquet from the black bag he had slung around his shoulder, briefly explained to you that he would apply it in order to halt blood flow and limit excessive bleeding.

He carefully set the arm of your injured shoulder to rest across your stomach, a more comfortable position and one that supports the vulnerable limb enough for the time being, “Please maintain this position, and refrain from moving or attempting to use your arm until we rejoin our Squad. A Medic Operator is required to properly attend to your injury.”, All you managed is a high-pitched sound, a “mhm” in reply.

You silently said thank you to the fact that applying the tourniquet on your arm required majority of his focus, else you were aware he would’ve noticed you staring yet again.

Your eyes studied each of his facial features, each line of his face. His eyes didn’t display enough emotion to discern, as they never did, however your closeness allowed you to notice how concentration sharpened them as he twisted the tourniquet and how the city lights illuminated the light blue hue of his irises; the ivory strands of his hair fell slightly into his gaze as he tilted his head down to properly view your injury, and your hand twitched to tuck the straying pieces away back into their place; his pale skin on his face was without blemishes, and you silently argued with yourself over if his cheeks would be cool or warm to the touch.

You didn’t have to continue mentally debating with yourself over it for very long, as your arm not effected by your injury suddenly lifted to allow your hand to cradle his cheek. Warm; the surface of his skin is warm, and under the contact of your palm, you notice his cheek becomes warmer.

Executor stiffened completely to the point of being statuesque, from his hands ceasing their task of securing your tourniquet to his lungs failing to expand with air for a moment; the only movement was of his hair falling to obscure his eyes. You initially mistook his flinch for discomfort, and you almost pulled your hand away in worry that he would push it away himself.

Again, however, Executor averted your expectations.

He tilts his head in a slow and small movement towards your touch, then he slowly allowed his gaze to drift to yours. No words produced from his throat until after a small while, when your code name was uttered from his lips and he continued in words of question, “...What do you require? Is your injury causing you excessive pain, or do you feel abnormal symptoms?” You didn’t provide an answer to his queries, unless what you blurted out next could be called a sufficient answer.

“Executor, you're pretty.”

He did not reply to you, initially. The Sankta remained unmoving, not even a twitch of his fingers or a blink of his eyes, for a long moment; when he finally did move, it was in a series of slow blinks. Then, his lungs suddenly pulled in a curt inhale of air and his eyes widened, albeit so little you would've missed had you not been leaned in closer to him.

“I…” He cleared his throat, “I am unsure what you mean.”

His reply was near priceless, as you didn't think such a straightforward statement would require elaboration; the only other thing you couldn't possibly put a fitting price on was the near-imperceptibly stunned expression that had quickly fallen onto his face.

Chiming with a light giggle, you pressed your hand closer to his cheek and reiterated in a tone firm with insistence, “As in, you're attractive. No wonder everyone in that Engineering Dormitory insists on asking you out non-stop.” Your addendum to your original statement did little to relieve Executor of his puzzled state, and did everything to exacerbate it. “Pardon. I am afraid I do not understand your wording.” His voice was loyal to that which was typical of him, as it did not falter and remained cool as usual; it was his facial features, that betrayed him.

The size of his pupils shrunk as his eyes widened a fraction more, his jaw tightened visibly as he attempted to catch his lips from falling agape, and his eyebrows lowered to knit slightly in a confused furrow. All are changes you had never witnessed on his facial features before, and each new one you noticed began to cause your lips to upturn into a delighted grin. Most especially - the pink hue that faintly dusted his cheeks.

“Oh!” Your exclamation was raised in astonishment; you'd never once seen Executor’s pale cheeks saturated with any colour at all, not on any occasion, not to any person, not in reaction to anything. And yet, they were now flushed a rosy tint. The injury on your shoulder was forgotten completely; elation lifted your heart towards the sky and mirth played across on your facial features.

With glimmering eyes and an exultant smile, your voice melted out of you in a coo lifted with tease, “Now you look really pretty, blushing like that.”

Executor’s cheeks deepened in colour, however after that, you received no further reactions. You wondered if his brain abruptly quit functioning when it received your words, unfamiliar words that it failed to process; his gaze didn’t leave your face for even a glance, his facial expression froze in wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and he halted all his movement, somehow even including the natural movements of his blackened halo and wings.

Much to your even further amusement, you were reminded of when the Rhodes Island computer terminals displayed the error with the blue screen that instructed to restart the device.

#i've always found it really funny how Executor is canonly considered v handsome sbshbs 😭 so I wanted to include that here....!#arknights #arknights imagines #arknights executor #arknights x reader #arknights executor x reader #executor arknights #arknights imagine #arknights fanfic #arknights fanfics #arknights writing #federico arknights #arknights federico #federico giallo #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfics #writing

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ae-to-the-snow · 11 months

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Lumen NSFW HCs

Ae note: By god the things I need to do to this man the things this skin has done to me ugh

TWs/CWs : GN Reader, smut, oral, sub Lumen, service top Lumen, praise, cunnilingus, soft sex, body worship, overstimulation

Lmk if I forgot anything!

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If you're dating Lumen and you get intimate with him, he'll undeniably get so flustered at first. But he's so willing to try it so he won't refuse, even if he'll hesitate.

The first few times you got intimate, he was so flushed out from a makeout session you'd feel bad if you didn't stop right there, and Lumen is so. So happy you care for him but he definitely wants to take things further with his beloved.

We all see it. This man is so soft. He's either a sub or a soft dom like I think it's very unlikely that he'll get any kinkier if it involves sadomasochism or anything. But that doesn't make him less no no.

If you're domming him, he is absolutely at your mercy, he will let you do whatever you want to him. But please treat him well. :((

Pamper him. Praise him. Worship him. He's all yours.

Tell him how pretty he is, how you're so lucky he's yours, how good he's doing taking everything you're giving him.

I feel like he could get used to being called a good boy. Please praise him.

His praise kink is so sweet and yet so <3333 eheh

He swears he could cum from your praises alone but he wants to last longer with you, but oh he can't decide.

Speaking of which, he really can't last that long most of the time. Two rounds is the most he'll be able to go before he thinks he should stop. But he'll be babbling that he could still go on. He swears.

He does prioritize himself but he also wants to satisfy you.

If you want just one more round well he can handle it surely...

If he gets overstimulated? Well...

Is it just me or would he look pretty crying. Like no baby boy please don't cry but he cries easily from the pleasure, especially of you overstimulated him.

He's sobbing and crying about how good you make him feel, he's going to praise and worship you too even if you top him.

He loves to hold you close and tight when you're fucking. Let him be close to you please.

He'd definitely hmm what's the word, whine? He'd definitely mumble and nutter all kinds of words while you fuck him. Moans and words praising how good you feel and how beautiful you are.

He doesn't realize it but his whines are so loud, not loud loud but loud enough to be noticeable and he feels so embarrassed about it.

But he can't keep his mouth shut, he needs to tell you everything on how he feels, if you wanna shut him up, please kiss him instead.

Every time he reminds himself to be quiet he fails miserably, he just gets lost in the moment.

Lumen is such a service top like during sex the only thing he cares about is pleasuring you.

Want him to fuck you? Be patient while he preps you gently with his fingers okay?

Want to be eaten out? Say no more he is in between your legs.

Speaking of oral, it's not a joke when I say Lumen could eat you out for hours. He just finds it to be his favorite part of sex.

Doesn't matter top or bottom Lumen for the night, if he wants to please you and make you cum til you're satisfied, his dick might not be able to take it, but his mouth can.

He can go slow or fast however you like it. Just be prepared to hear the most lewd and obscene sounds in humanity, and you bet he'll be eating you out until you tell him to stop, if you could even do that.

"Love? Are you alright? Should I continue or give you a break? Should I stop?"

He's so good with his tongue and the more he does it, the better he gets cuz he pays attention to what you like, whether it be kisses on your thighs, your chest, what pace you like or anything else.

Afab? Amab? Either way he's taking you all the way in as much as he could fit into his mouth. And if you have a dick, he'd deepthroat you so well.

And don't forget his fingers... He could finger and eat you out till his face is covered with your cum and he'll lap at it all with no hesitation. Making sure you watch.

Also, remember his praise kink. Yeah don't think he'd forget to do that.

He's praise you so much while he's pleasuring you. Calling you his pretty princess/prince, he's worshipping your body. Kissing every inch of it, telling you how he adores your every mole and scar and how your skin feels.

With those hazy eyes filled with intimacy you know he's being more than genuine. If you don't believe it. He'll keep telling you all that while he makes you cum as much as you'd like.

As for kinks, I really don't think he'd be into anything that hurts you. He might scratch or bite you sometimes, but anything like slapping or choking is out of the window.

Ae notes: Aaaaa my first ever smut post??? How did I do?? Was it good?? Tell me on how J can improve since I'm starting out please.

Also shdhdjjdd I'm only doing this bc this man does things to me tbh as he should. I need him fucked against my desk.

#arknights x reader #arknights #arknights smut #lumen x reader #lumen arknights #lumen smut #sub lumen #dom lumen #sub arknights #dom arknights #lumen hcs #arknights hcs #arknights x reader hcs #arknights x doctor #arknights x you #arknights imagine #arknights smut hcs #ae writes

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yzxsn · 1 year

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visits from texas and lappland.

pov: you dont feel like moving or getting up from bed, having a wreck of a time.

texas

she's gotten some paperwork done, likely. or she's here in part of her role at penguin logistics, and needs to communicate something to you.

texas is patient, and waits after the silence from knocking on your door. when you don't answer, she knocks again, and announces upon the third knock that she's coming in before the door opens on her command.

and she sees you in the corner of the room, rolled up in blankets, tucked away at the side of your bed.

"doctor," she greets you. texas is curt and respectful as she approaches you. "i have some news for you..."

but when you don't stir at her announcement, she leans in to check on your condition. not sleeping, are you?

you definitely are awake, she concludes. and you look worse for wear.

"doctor, are you feeling okay? ... do you need me to stay here? do you need company?"

texas is more of a do-er than a show-er. she takes your silence as a yes if you hadn't said anything, and leaves instead, contrarian to what you expected her to do.

she comes back to the room after a short while with gifts.

the first is some pocky. because either you need to eat (despite the sugary snack or your lack of appetite) and she needs to sustain herself while she's cooped up with you.

the second is some yogurt milk. you think she claims it to have some beneficial properties that accomodate her frequent chowing of snacks, but can't remember the details.

the third is a small speaker and a cd.

she sets them down by a table opposite your bed before crawling in beside you. her tail almost swallows your pillow whole.

texas takes your head and sets it upon the coarse fur. it's softer than the pillow you had.

without speaking to each other, she starts to eat some of her pocky sticks and shares some with you. she'll continue to share them with you if you feel like eating, but when you don't, she'll start reminiscing about recent events to you instead.

"so a while ago, sora invited me to another concert rehearsal..."

she knows it may be difficult to talk about the trouble you'd been facing as of late, and respects your decision to speak up about it as you wish.

if you do want to share, texas is willing to lend you an ear without hesitation.

"things will be alright, doctor. when they catch up to us in the end, we'll be ready for it. we can make sure of that."

lappland

there's no rhyme or reason for lappland to want or need to show up at your doorstep. frankly, as the loose cannon she is, kaltsit has decided so long as she doesn't go about harming anyone, lappland could do what she wanted (within regular operator limitations)

two knocks without a response and a short wait later, lappland decides she's a little offended. a curt "i'm coming in" that sounds like a bark of annoyance and the door opens for her.

the room seems dark, dreary and empty at first glance, until she spots you shied away in a corner.

"oi, what's this about doctor? you under the weather or something?"

lappland gets closer to you, squinting, before determining that you do, in fact, look like shit.

a lazy smile forms on her face as she collapses onto your bed -- wild in execution, delicate and precise on impact. she sits next to you and gets in real close.

"aww, doctor. you need me to babysit you for a moment?"

and she raises your head, dropping you onto her lap to be fussed over for a moment. so long as you don't mind her originum crystals near the base of her thighs, she would watch you intently, her fingers stroking down your hair and face, outlining your features in close intimacy.

when she gets into it, her palms do the work instead. and lappland giggles while she pampers you, going on about the trivial thing she'd decided to barge in for.

"i really didn't expect you to look this sad when you're down. man, you look pathetic. kind of wish i could get texas this upset sometimes. anyway, i was here because..."

she's perfect for idle chitchat. enough to forcibly distract you from what was on your mind, between the gentle yet obscene petting, her shrill voice and egotistical self-centeredness, but also her conversation topic. lappland goes on, as though she doesn't mind talking to a wall.

eventually, she would scoop you up instead for her to hug from behind, if she thinks you don't feel too comfortable. lappland would angle her chin on your shoulder then. her tail wrapped around you feels silky but coarse, and she doesn't mind one bit if you play with her fluff.

if you want to talk to her about your worries, she wouldn't mind listening, even if it means nothing to her in the slightest. her arms wrapped around your own shift to rub your skin slightly, as though to comfort you.

"damn, doctor. you worry a lot about the slightest little things, huh? make sure not to bother yourself too much over it, though. it's alright -- i'm right here to shoulder your burden too."

#arknights writing #arknights imagine #arknights x reader #texas arknights #lappland arknights #texas x reader #lappland x reader #texas x doctor #lappland x doctor #arknights fanfic #arknights #texas #lappland

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fishing-lesbian-catgirl · 4 months

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I love that Pudding’s default outfit is her in a turtleneck because nothing sells the concept of “girl who has a boss that’s a vampire who is obsessed with her” quite like her having to cover her neck where the bite would be

#pudding #closure #arknights #pudding closure #it also is a bonus to the trans pudding thing with the whole Adam’s Apple thing #I know Bridget guilty gear’s designs all have her covering her neck for similar reasons #(I am very lucky to not have a visible Adam’s apple but I imagine some trans girls would like to cover their necks if possible)

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dlartistanon · 1 month

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Given the chance, I think we could be happy

#arknights #muelsyse #saria #dlarts #stay for a while #mayhaps i just want them to be happy #as much as i love angst i also need fluff otherwise my heart will implode from the constant pain #rotating them in my head always #'i never would've imagined you'#'this could be us'#shoves them into my gaping maw

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voidedjuice · 2 months

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Today's Whisperain, what if she or one of her past lives were a part of the church of the deep? Much to consider

#arknights #arknights whisperain #drawing evil aus of ones blorbos is so enriching <3 #my art #my artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital drawing #doodle #also to this scenario its key to imagine her and amaia in a nefarious yuri situationship #a jellyfish & a woman who became jellyfish #whispy eventually rejuvenates and loses her memories. amaia gets eaten by a seaborn and only her memories remain. you know. parallels

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xshrimpcake · 9 months

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it's fine. nearl can be the squad's moral support.

#imagine my surprise when i realise only texas alter can stun aerial units #WHY CAN'T NEARL DO IT TOO #nearl will pick up archery if it means her gf can go on a vacation #honestly i pictured this to be more wholesome #but it's more silly now that it's done haha #Arknights #platnearl #btw this is margaret nearl if that isn't obvious enough #just making sure

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dreadark · 7 months

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youtube

finally

bad apple in arknights

#arknights #reclamation algorithm #touhou #WHAT THE HELL #IMAGINE THE GRIND??????

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drmajalis · 5 months

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Tomimi, who holds herself to #thicktailpride first comes to Rhodes Island, sees Reed's massive hog of a tail that's twice as big as hers, gets a nosebleed and passes out

#arknights #reed #tomimi #i know it's not friday but i couldn't help myself #imagine if the other tiacauh learned of her #there would be no survivors

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chuunyu · 3 months

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Vulnerable

Old and alt versions uncompressed

#arknights #アークナイツ #明日方舟 #saria (arknights)#arknights saria #saria #this is a redraw of art I previously made #Whenever I think about this drawing I imagine Saria deep in depression after Lone Trail #Silence has gotten much closer to her and they become more intimate #For once #Saria tries to be vulnerable in front of someone #and I imagine her like this

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kc5rings · 1 year

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It remains endlessly funny to me that one of the big farmable materials for the horse knight bloodsport event

Is sugar cubes.

#arknights #just imagining feeding a fully armored knight a sugar cube from my hand bc they did good at Martial Combat

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arknights-imagines · 2 years

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hi it’s nice to see you back! i hope you’re enjoying is2 🐈‍⬛ can i request an imagine where phantom regains his self once he sees his beloved s/o coming to rescue him? they’re so worried and scared for him that he feels extremely guilty but i would like to see a little personal reunion between them!! 🥹

Hiya anon 💕!! Tysm for your request and for your kindness, I'm enjoying Integrated Strategies 2 a lot aaa 🥳 the theme is v awesome and it's super fun!

Phantom has definitely grown on me v much since I first encountered his character and first wrote for him 👉👈! I also happen to be a huge fan of the original 'Phantom of the Opera' musical which is probably also why I came to love him lots lolol 💞~

I absolutely loved your idea omg anon, v soft but also potential for lots of emotions 😭🥺 So ty for sending it in!!

(I also wanted to mention that - along with the soundtrack for 'Phantom of the Opera' - I listened to 'Two Slow Dancers' by Mitski on repeat while working on this as I think it fits the piece well sbdjsb~)

Anywho, I really hope you and everyone else enjoys 💕👉👈!!!

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Rescue Him

Imagine format; mixed perspectives between the Operator and the reader, written in second person!

Contains: Phantom, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, spoliers regarding Phantom's past and events of Phantom and Crimson Solitaire, established relationship, Phantom addresses the reader by the nickname "little kitten", Shalem as a background character, fear, brief mentions of death, talk of self-loathing, lots and and lots of emotions from both Phantom and reader sbzjsb, hurt and comfort with a soft ending 🥺!!

Word count: 2.3k!

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Phantom - no, the Blood Diamond of the Crimson Troupe -, his body was a puppet on strings. The curtain parted as he entered the stage; dressed in an ostentatious outfit of red and black, face hidden by his distinctive white mask, and eyes glowing with indescribable malice.

A reverberating voice from overhead began its announcement, “The time has come. The red moon is here. The stringed puppets are all dancing. All for the most supreme art. Now go, my ‘Blood Diamond’, go. They are the audience you have eagerly awaited.” The spotlight fell upon the Feline, all the eyes in the room drew to him. His movements weren't his own as he slowly lifted his arm and began to summon his Arts. The stage and all surrounding it was ready, he was ready.

A commotion from his audience took the Blood Diamond’s attention. There, you stood far from the stage with your weapon in hand, surrounded by your squadmates all immobilized by shock, and Shalem’s hand holding your wrist tightly to prevent you from moving. For a moment - just a moment - you all simply stared at the Feline, wide-eyed and transfixed.

You had stepped into the Castle with not an ounce of hesitation. You had stood before its gates, posture firm like a commander, or the confident lead actor of a play, perhaps; when you had moved forward, the rest of the Squad had followed behind. You had persisted through a near-endless traverse through the Castle, ignoring your aching, worry-riven heart, with the only thought in your mind being to find him and return him to Rhodes Island safely.

Now, however; as the Blood Diamond stared directly into you, his irises darkened by malevolence, fear took hold of your entire being and shattered any semblance of bravery you had left with its claws.

Shalem opened his mouth and attempted to tell something to you, but he wasn’t able to say a word. In a flash of movement you tore your arm from his hand, let your weapon drop to the floor, and began sprinting towards the stage.

The Blood Diamond’s eyes remained on you as you quickly approached. Your hand outstretched to him and your lips moved, ‘Phantom’, however your voice failed you and only produced something just barely above a whisper. Before you could come any closer, Shalem rushed forward and hurried to wrap his arms around your form, preventing you from moving.

The Feline made no reaction at you - not even a slight furrow of his brow or miniscule twitch of his lynx ears - as a heart-wrenching dread fell upon your facial expression. He only tore his gaze away from yourself and Shalem; something deep within his chest couldn’t bear to look for any longer.

His Arts leaving flickers of crimson behind and the spotlight following after him, the Blood Diamond descended from the stage. As he neared you, his eyes squeezed shut; he prepared to finally strike, to sing.

It was only then that you finally found your voice again - “Phantom! Please, it’s me!!” You yelled suddenly, words leaving your throat shakily and breaking by the end of your sentence. The Feline before you froze; his lips fell agape, his eyes snapped open, then his gaze immediately fixed onto you.

You were struggling against Shalem and desperately trying to rush towards him instead, your face confused and twisted in affliction, as if seeing him like he was inflicted physical wounds on you. “Phantom!!” You tried again, louder this time, and your eyes began to fill with tears - when they spilt onto your cheeks, the Blood Diamond’s heart suddenly surged.

What was he doing? Why were you here?

With that, his mind rapidly became a scrambled cacophony, dissonance between his own thoughts and a voice in his head that wasn't his own causing pain to rush to his temples. His breathing became uneven and his heartbeat was now deafening in his ears.

This was not who he was, was it?

Though he made an effort to resist, whatever was possessing him forced him to step forward, to follow the script; the Feline’s motions were strained when he raised his hand to at last strike down with his Arts and prepared his voice to sing.

Then - as his mouth parted to release the first note - in a last attempt, you cried out, “LUCIEN!!”

The name - his name - from your lips was a blade, finally cutting the Blood Diamond away from the strings controlling him. The hostility flickered from his eyes, he covered a hand over his mouth, the crimson Arts surrounding him dissipated; he returned to you, once again becoming himself. Phantom collapsed to his knees.

A silence rested upon the entire room, slowly. Your chest ached from the assault of your hammering heart, your face was wet with tears; you silently begged this to be truly over and not be another one of the Castle’s hallucinations. Shalem and yourself became utterly still, both your eyes fixed raptly to the Feline on the floor. He wearily lifted his head, then a raspy and quiet whisper came from his lips, “...little kitten?”

You were certain you had never moved so fast in your life.

Breaking out of Shalem’s hold, you rushed towards Phantom and fell to the ground right in front of him, “Lucien! I’m right here- I’m here!” You took his cheeks into your hands, unbelievably gentle. Hastily, you removed his white mask from his face and discarded it to the floor; the moment your gaze locked to his, your uneven heartbeat calmed and relief melted onto your facial expression then down your body. The Feline’s copper eyes were soft, tender - albeit slightly glazed over -, and most importantly, familiar and truly his. The hint of a smile came to your lips, “...You’re back.”

Phantom rested against your affectionate touch, placing one of his own hands over yours and answering quietly, “Yes…Yes, I’m with you…it is over-” His sentence was cut off by a rough cough, which quickly evolved into a fit of hacks and gasps that ripped through his body, “Ack- my…my throat, little kitten-” Pressing on the Originium crystal in his pharynx with one hand, he shakily attempted to grab at something attached to your belt with the other - an Oripathy Infection monitor.

You jolted, snapping into motion. After taking the Infection monitor off your belt and in your hand, you used a moment to remove the broken remnants of his previous one from his neck; you brought the device close, and Phantom’s hands guided your own and assisted you in clasping it around his throat. It locked shut with a ‘click’, firmly suppressing the Originium Crystal.

Intertwining both of his hands with your own, you waited for his coughing to cease. When it did, you piped up softly, “Is that better? A-Are you okay?” He nodded in response, “I’m fine, I thank you greatly.” With his composure regained enough, he focused his gaze on your face - a choice which he was quick to regret, as he felt his heart sink to the floor at the sight.

The relief on your expression had been immense, however it was merely ephemeral. Now, your facial features were trembling and your eyes were becoming tearful once more; though it was fading, the fear that had gripped you just moments before still clutched onto your body. The Feline felt the tremors in your hands - your hands that were so tightly squeezing onto his, as if he would vanish if you were to let go.

“L-Lucien…I-” When you couldn’t restrain your emotions any longer, small sobs racked through your body and tears quickly fell down your cheeks - Phantom’s heart shattered and he found himself choking on its pieces, unable to speak.

So you did instead, rambling through your crying, “I-I was so, so worried about you. When the Doctor told me y-you were suddenly gone and no one could find you anywhere, I was just- just terrified.” Sniffling, you hesitantly released one of his hands in order to wipe your face with your sleeve, “And when the Squad and I were sent out to Victoria to rescue you…I-I was scared that when we found you, you were going to- to be hurt, or y-you wouldn’t be able to regain your senses, o-or you were dead-” Just speaking that last statement aloud, just the prospect of it, broke any composure you were still straining to keep.

As he watched you collapse into plaintive cries, Phantom’s lynx ears flattened against his head and shame overtook his face expression; guilt weighed down on him, so heavy that he struggled to breathe. You deserved better than this, the Feline told himself, better than him; he’d never be able to atone for all the distress and heartache you had been forced through because of him.

Though strained, his voice returned to him, “Hush now, little kitten. You need not say anymore…come, come here.” Though he felt unfit to hold you, Phantom nevertheless brought his arms around your form and into his embrace; one of his hands placed itself on the back of your head in order to gently guide your face to the curve between his shoulder and neck, the other coming to rub up and down your spine in a soothing manner. The Feline’s movements were slow, uncertain; he waited for you to flinch away and refuse his touch, ‘justly so’, he believed.

And yet, you didn't. Instead, your body lost its posture once in his hold; you curled into him, nuzzling into his neck and bringing your hands to his chest where they clenched into fists, fingers closing tightly on the fabric of his clothing. Phantom’s eyes widened, your unexpected closeness prompting a small fission of shock to shoot through him. He was only stiff for but a second - under your warmth, his body involuntarily melted into your own. The Feline’s hands slid down your form and he wrapped his arms around your waist, then his head lowered to rest upon your shoulder. For a short while, the two of you simply remained like that.

When your sobbing quieted to small sniffles, the Feline went on speaking, “Though it is not enough, I deeply apologize to you. I…I believed I’d long since slain those of the troupe…but it seems that is not so, and I fear I was wrong. The fault…the fault is all mine.” Body suddenly stiffening and jaw now tight, Phantom began to recoil from you, “My little kitten, you…you should not be here. You need to take your leave quickly, there is nothing to be gained from staying alongside me. The shadows and the evil they hide, my sins…none of this is anything you ought to bear.”

However, you didn't allow him to move away. You shook your head against his shoulder, before pulling him closer by the cloth of his shirt and wrapping your arms around his neck. You replied, “N-No, Lucien, stop. I don’t care about any of that…I’m never leaving you, o-okay?” Worried he wouldn't believe your words unless you reinforced them somehow, with careful hands you trailed your fingers up past his nape. They combed through his hair and stroked over his lynx ears gently, as you went on, “…I’m just so happy you’re safe and you can come back home to Rhodes Island. I don’t know what I would’ve done if…if something happened to you...” The Feline’s reply didn't come right away, his mouth fell agape and his eyes widened slightly at your ever-so tender words.

He, whom the darkness constantly treaded behind and whom tragedy loomed over, was not deserving of you; Phantom had convinced himself so, his mind told him so. What made him worthy of the words that came from your heart? What made him worthy to hold you as he was, as if you were his?

Though, even so, the Feline was unable to restrain himself from once again easing into your arms, a serene expression on his face. If you gave your love to him unconditionally, if you allowed him to rest in the safety of your embrace, then he would never ever refuse it and would be forever grateful.

Phantom lifted his head from your shoulder in order to leave a light, fleeting kiss on the crown of your head. His eyelids closed shut, and he lingered there for a moment, before speaking finally - a whisper and words honest, “No. It’s I who would find myself lost without you…many thanks, little kitten. ”

The sound of soft footfalls approaching reminded the Feline that you and him weren't alone; one of his lynx ears twitched, and his eyes opened. Shalem stood a short distance from the two of you, with Miss Christine - when had she gotten here? - trailing after him, “...Welcome back then, Phantom. Ah, beg pardon for disturbing you both…but shall we go now? Surely, by remaining in this Castle, we would only be inviting more disaster.”

Though reluctantly, pulled away from Phantom’s embrace. After taking a moment to wipe your face of any wetness and to gather yourself with a long, steady breath, you looked to Shalem and the rest of your squadmates. “You’re right. Please, let’s all get out of here. I want to leave Calais-Blason, go back home, and never see this Castle again...” You remarked with a sharp sigh, rising up from the floor. Phantom followed, moving to stand as well, “Yes, we oughtn’t tarry here…” - but you were at his side in an instant, before he could attempt to lift himself off the ground. You brought his arm around your shoulders, “Lucien, careful…here, I’ve got you.”, and assisted him up.

The Blood Diamond’s performance had been brought to an abrupt end. The curtain was closed, the script discarded, and the stage abandoned. It was time for Phantom to leave from under the spotlight of the Crimson Troupe, and return to Rhodes Island.

“...Little kitten, wait.”

You blinked, immediately turning your head to look to him. Phantom slowly inhaled, then his words left his lips, carrying with them every bit of adoration and gratitude he had, “I love you…endlessly, with all that I am.”

A sincere smile arose to your face, and you replied with not even the slightest delay, “And I love you more, Lucien.”

“The Blood Diamond”, “Phantom”; anyone could call him whatever they wanted, but he would always be Lucien to you.

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Just wanted to draw Iwona and Justyna

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yzxsn · 1 year

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visits from andreana and blemishine.

pov: you dont feel like moving or getting up from bed, having a wreck of a time.

andreana

would knock on your door expecting you to answer.

didn't you two have lunch plans earlier today? it had been past that, and she spent the whole time on the ship's deck drinking juice on her own. only to the company of the other abyssal hunters, whom she might have wanted to gossip with you over. and it was fine weather, cloudy, breezy. on the verge of rain, so the blood in her was pumping just a little more fervently for that while.

so what's keeping you in for so long?

ah, though to be honest, it's such a pain having to go look for you. if you had been busy, she reasons, you could have just told her, nevermind needing to say yes just because you didn't want to let anyone down; including her.

but the door doesnt open for her, so she enters the room on her own.

andreana sees you in bed huddled in blankets. the room is dark, with only the lights coming in from the single window out to the wastes as per standard rhodes island dormitory rooms, and yet it is still shaded by the blinds pulled over them.

"doctor?" she asks, taking steps towards you. when you don't reply, she thinks twice and shuts up. she ends up taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

maybe you could raise yourself up, or roll over to see who it was. maybe you didn't have to check at all. but andreana does, and she notices the state you're in.

"ah," she says aloud. "doctor, you don't look too good. do you need company right now?"

though she doesn't exactly wait for a response.

andreana takes off her jacket first before taking a seat closer to you on your bed. it is with her own hands that she pulls you closer to herself. cold fingers trail across your hair strands, brushing them aside.

upon your eyes meeting, andreana stops to stare, and then sigh.

"really, you're just like monica..."

in the end, she joins you in bed, leaving her resignation of the day's plans at the door. under your blankets, she pulls your head onto her chest, mask placed aside, and she strokes down your back with a careful, doting hand. ear scratches, slow fingers reaching the back of your scalp.

above all else, andreana is as calm, cool and quiet as it is in the ocean's depths. given enough time, she would sing, too, to you out of her own boredom. and if you needed, she makes good conversation.

"don't worry, doctor. i'm here for you. it's going to be okay."

blemishine

present for a variety of reasons. a complaint about closure or kaltsit kicking her out from the workshop, for example. or a new piece of equipment she's made that she wanted to show off to you.

so she's in casual attire when she knocks on the door.

but the excited raps don't summon a doctor. they are met with quiet response.

so she enters, blemishine sticking her head in for a moment to look around. she spots you upon first notice, tangled up in sheets, and leaves her gear at the door.

"doctor? are you not feeling well?"

she gasps when you turn, and the door closes behind her. almost as though if you hadn't been feeling okay, the world wouldn't have let anyone else seen it.

"hey... what's got you looking so sad...?"

she's quick to your side to scoop you up and hold you close. strong arms hold your head upon her lap, boots quickly off before she'd gotten into bed with you.

rough hands threaten to mess up your hair, but blemishine's more careful when it comes to organics.

so she pets you softly. in the dark of this room, though the light only reflects off her skin, she's the brightest thing around, and the warmest, next to you.

"did something happen? what's on your mind?"

she's earnest in the way she wants to know what troubles you, and doesn't hesitate to listen fully, already having forgotten the main reason why she'd come to visit in the first place.

she doesn't mind you holding onto her, for comfort. she wipes your tears away with a finger or two. and the concern behind her eyes shows in a deep, encompassing velvet.

when you don't have the urge to say anything anymore, she offers you a small grin, and coddles you further. her stroking your hair is repetitve, something you can find stability in during your dullest moments.

"it's okay doctor, it's okay... don't worry, don't worry. whatever it is that's bothering you, we'll get through it together, okay?"

#arknights x reader #arknights #andreana #blemishine #andreana x reader #andreana x doctor #blemishine x reader #blemishine x doctor #arknights imagine #arknights writing #man im not feeling alright atm and im missing people and feeling unproductive #so i write this fillef with grief #arknights fanfic

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