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slasher-male-wife · 1 year

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oohh could you write abt an autistic and non verbal reader who's practically never spoken ever passed the age of 5 (not relevant but context) who 'yells' (quietly whisper shouts) at the slashers of your choice for getting hurt and their just like "🕴️"

This is an interesting idea to me. Now I don't write slashers who cannonically can't talk as talking but this is something I'm totally down for. I had a bit of a hard time coming up with who to write for this but I hope you like the selection.

Slashers with a non-verbal reader who speaks to them for the first time

Includes: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Herbert West and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Mentions of injuries to slashers, strong language, mentions of needles in Bo's section

Jason Voorhees

When you saw Jason come home with a nasty cut on his arm you quickly rushed him to the kitchen where you quickly began to treat it.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph Jason," You say so quietly Jason thinks he just thought that up. You two have always signed when comunicating, he's never heard you talk before.

He'll tilt his head as you continue to 'yell' at him, "You have got to be more careful ok? What if this had been deeper? What if you lost a lot more blood?" You look up after whispering this to him to find his eyes wide.

You sharply exhale before applying a new clean rag to his cut, "I don't like to talk, it doesn't mean I can't. Don't expect me to do this often ok?" Jason nods.

Now that he knows you can talk he won't push you to say anything to him, he just misses your voice.

Michael Myers

Michael came home with a bad dog bite on his hand. You sat him down in the bathroom and started to clean the area. The entire time shaking your head and mumbling to yourself. Michael has never heard you speak before.

You either signed or wrote down what you wanted to say. He'll, like Jason, tilt his head and probably get you to look up at him, "Michael I'm just worried about you god damn it," you say. Like always there's nothing behind his expression, but Michael's trying to figure out why now are you talking to him.

You continue to mutter to yourself, Michael can barely hear you but he knows you're talking. After you finish stopping the bleeding Michael taps your shoulder.

"What?" You ask. Talk, Michael signs, "Yes I can talk but I don't like doing it," You grab some rubbing alcohol and start to clean off his wound. He nods. Michael understands not wanting to talk so in the future he won't push you to do it.

Herbert West

You're going down to check on Herbert when you see him holding a rag to his hand. You ask him in asl what happened, "I spilled something on my hand and i have a chemical burn."

You sigh, "God Herbert you have to start wearing gloves or something." You whisper shout at him. You lead him over to the sink and turn on the cool water. You guide his hand under the water and continue your rant.

"This is so unbelievable. You've graduated medical school and you still can't be this careful? I swear Herbert you're going to kill yourself some day down here. I mean at least open a window you know?"

While you continue on Herbert's mind slips away from the pain of the chemical burn and onto the fact that you're talking. He knew that your vocal chords were intact, but he didn't know you could actually talk. After a few minutes he finally speaks up.

"Y/n, you're talking. How long have you been talking?" He asks. You've moved your hand away from his at this point and you're now standing with your arms crossed. You shrug.

"I don't know like five minutes now."

"Well that's a very big deal. Why now are you just starting to talk?" He asks, his eyes are big and glowing.

"You're not mad at me are you" You ask.

"No no of course not. I'm just curious is all. I never thought I'd hear you talk."

After this Herbert would want to see you try and talk more, even if it's just a word or two in a whisper.

Bo Sinclair

Bo sent you back up to the house so he could deal with a tourist in the station. You're in the kitchen doing dished when Bo walks in holding a rag to his hand. "Hey darlin I think ya need to take a look at this." You turn around and find the rag covered in blood. You quickly take it off to see that he's got a large gash on his hand.

"Fucking fantastic Bo. You're going to need stitches." You whisper shout. Before Bo has time to reply you've sat him down at the table and are running off to get your first aid kit.

When you come back, kit in hand Bo just stares at you, "Did you just talk darlin'?" He asks as you fill a syringe with an anestetic.

"I guess I did but first we have to deal with this." You inject it into his hand and start to apply pressure to the area with a clean rag.

"I just didn't think you could talk. Why haven't ya talked before?" He asks as you get ready to stitch his hand together. You push in the needle and shrug.

" I just couldn't I guess. That's not important ok? I need to stay focused on this."

In the future, like Herbert, Bo would try to get you to talk more. He might be pushy about it but he'll back off if you tell him to.

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you #michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #herbert west #herbert west x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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zmediaoutlet · 6 months

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for @wincestwednesdays: doomed

The airport’s a disaster. Emergency landings coming one after another. A crowd of tourists who were supposed to be in Dulles clatter by in their matching Gornacki 2009 Family Reunion t-shirts and wonder, what happened? Are we under attack? What was that light—what are they saying—what does it mean?

Dean’s back is to the wall by an out of order payphone. Security guards run past and pay him no mind. A baby’s wailing like an ambulance nearby, the mom joggling the little blanketed bundle hopelessly in her arms, watching the TVs above them flash all flights to DELAYED. A grandma-type with watery eyes approaches the payphone and fumbles, confused, until Dean detaches enough from the whole-body horror to see what she’s trying to do, and offers his cell for her to use. It doesn’t occur to him until too late that she might be a demon but if she is she’s hiding it well, dialing her daughter with shaking veiny hands, looking at Dean like he can help, saying too-loud into the speaker: “I don’t know what to do.”

Behind a glass wall, the rental car counters: Avis, Budget. Sam has their best current card and their best current ID and he’s standing very very tall in the mass of people all talking too loud and waving their hands at the harried clerks, demanding solutions, wanting what can’t be had. Usually Sam slumps so that people won’t worry, gets out of people’s way so they won’t notice he’s a threat, smiles easy all aw-shucks and raises his hands and makes like, nothing to see here. From Dean’s angle, right now, Sam’s a monolith. His shoulders square and his hands in his jacket pockets and his spine iron-bar stiff, a head taller than anyone else in the throng. He turns his head, like he’s catching something Dean can’t hear, and his profile is still like it is when he’s pretending not to be in pain. Like that time he broke his arm when he was a kid and refused to cry and Dean had to make stupid jokes all the way to the ER, sick to his own stomach, thinking he wouldn’t be hurt if only I’d—

Dean goes into the men’s room. A businessman with his tie undone telling someone he isn’t going to make the 8:00 meeting, so can they reschedule, no, he knows it’s a hassle but it’s not exactly like he planned for there to be a terrorist attack in Maryland. Dean locks himself into the handicap stall and sits on the toilet and buries his face in his hands, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. Piss and bleach. Chemical. Not dirt, or blood, or perforated bowel spilling dark all over his hands. He cleaned the demon’s gut-spill off with a handkerchief and the holy water in his flask before anyone could see, in the confusion of the airplane deboarding, when Sam’s back was turned. The knife he had to hide quick inside his jacket. Her blood might still be on it, or it’s smeared over his shirt, or maybe it’s staining the inside of the jacket so it won’t ever be clean, no matter if he scrubs it until the canvas is shredding black thread. Only solution is to burn it.

He comes out of the stall. The businessman is off his phone. “Hell of a day, huh,” the guy says, tired like he’s packed seven into one, and Dean can’t talk yet like a normal person and only nods. Luckily that’s apparently normal for the airport, or at least normal for the airport on this kind of night, because he’s left alone then to duck his head down to the sink and splash his face with lukewarm water, the automatic sensor guttering out just enough for him to splash, dripping, not quite clean.

The TVs over the lounge now show a scattering of DELAYED and CANCELLED. The baby’s still crying, a war-raid shriek. Further along the corridor a group of Gornackis stare up at another television playing the news, and the closed captions say that the government is assuring the residents of Maryland that the light that pierced up through the atmosphere and encased the earth in a hard girdle of terror and which has stolen Dean’s center, has made every thought for the past hour feel like it’s coming from a terrible distant nightmare-land, one of those places he always hoped would be just a dream but then he woke up and there it was, a clawed night crowding up against the back of his neck—that light, it was a chemical explosion. Nothing to worry about.

He puts his back to the wall. The TV shows some kind of footage, an angle they didn’t have. A column of terrifying white. So bright it fuzzes the edge of the picture and the camera splinters and shudders and goes black.

For the rest of his life he will never again step foot in Ilchester, Maryland.

In the mob by the rental counters Sam has made his way to the front. He bends close to hear the little woman in her blue uniform. His hair falls from behind his ear and he tucks it back again, impatient. Dean’s heart throbs, sickening, high in his throat. Sam’s jaw, his cheekbone. The stupid curve of his nose. He signs some paperwork and the agent hands over car keys and Sam gives her one of those tight polite smiles and then turns his head and looks, somehow, unerringly, right at Dean. The smile disappears.

They made a plan, in stilted and cracked sentences. A car. A way out of the airport. A midnight drive to Ohio to see if Chuck had lived, and if he had to see what he could tell them. Sam blinks at him, through the glass, and a thought arrives to Dean from that claw-filled nightmare place that nowhere in the plan was there a space where he could stand in front of his brother and say—and say—go to his knees, and beg, and say—

But then, what would he say, and what would he ask, that he could possibly bear to hear. When he knows and can’t bear to know it. How inadequate it all was, in the end. All that trying. Here they are.

The sliding doors of the rental area part and Sam walks across the carpet. He pauses to let the woman with the screaming baby pass, in her frantic pointless circling to get the kid to calm. He says, “Got the keys.” He holds them out, dangling, so when Dean takes them their skin doesn’t touch. He doesn't quite look into Dean's face. From the corner of Dean’s eye, the television plays the footage again. That searing, blinding white.

#my writing #happy wincest wednesday

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foralternateuniverses · 4 months

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I have a little Promare au that is mainly Acechiji and Zosan (qué puede que te interese @agreekdemigod)

For starters, Germa 66 is a government-allied company dedicated to studying the burnish and creating technology to counter burnish fire and to deal with and arrest the burnish.

Judge, obv, is still just a scum, he abused his children with the aim of making them burnish, an experiment to test their creation, the only one he failed with (or so he thinks) is Sanji, who he locked up with the helmet for 6 months until Zeff (who was the cook at Vinsmoke mansion, and who is not burnish) grabbed him and took him away with the help of Reiju and the brothers, who created a fire (to cover Sanji's just awakened fire) to help them escape and make Judge believe he had died or something like that.

After all, they know that having been marked as successful experiments, they have no way out. At least the experiments he performs on them are not as inhumane as those he performs on "criminals", none of which have cost them their lives. The experiments he does on his children focus more on the weaponry and chemical things they use to fight the Burnish.

Judge brings out the information that his home was attacked by burnish and that his third son is among the dead，that it was a miracle that he and his other children survived.

And he also turns them into a specialised squad to arrest especially dangerous/powerful Burnish. If some of the details look strange or unnecessary on the Vinsmoke's uniform, they are possibly the failsafes Judge put on his children's uniforms for emergency purposes, should they decide to reveal themselves or something, i.e. to better control them (under threat, at the very least), special, and rather painful, freeze dials will active and be injected in their bodies. Also their glasses and "headphones" have cameras and recording devices so Judge can more easily keep them under his thumb.

Sanji is raised by Zeff (who lost a leg due to his fire) and his restaurant becomes super popular, duh, and then he'll be frequented by the firefighter's rescue unit.

Among which are Zoro, Franky (mechanic), Nami, Usopp (mechanic), Luffy and Jinbe.

Zoro decided to become a firefighter to save lives after Kuina died in a burnish fire.

Luffy joined because his brothers are burnish and he knows what a person has to go through to become one, and then what it means to live as a burnish, so he wants to help other burnish, especially those who are just waking up, prevent them from being captured or escaping in solitude, things like that.

Ace and Sabo are the leaders of the "terrorist" group Mad Burnish, who burn things (without causing accidents, injuries, etc.) and rescue burnish.

Ace and Ichiji kind of develop a weird rivalry, but not really, the leaders of the mad burnish clash a lot with the Vinsmoke Siblings, and because of how they are, Ace and Ichiji tend to fight each other one on one a lot.

After a bad incident™, Ichiji goes temporarily away from home, farther than he usually does (he has a lake he likes to go to clear his head when the voice of the burnish gets to be too much or he simply wants to get away from home for a couple of hours) and he ends up meeting Ace, who's ready to fight, but he doesn't have his glasses or headphones on, nor is he on duty so Ichiji is like "not right now", but Ace is not taking it, they don't fiscally fight but their argument gets a tad heated and the anger frees some of Ichiji's flames, so the freeze dials in his clothes activate on response, Ichiji drops to the floor with a painful scream and Ace is like WTF yet immediately reacts to see snf try to help Ichiji, he ends up taking Ichiji to the closest hideout they have, where, after telling Sabo what happened, he gets help for the unconscious Vinsmoke.

Now, the bad incident™ in question is Zosan related, as in, the Vinsmoke's special team also responds and attends calls of people telling on burnish trying to live normal lives, and someone, reported the sous-chef of the increasingly popular restaurant Baratie, and Reiju was sent to check it out. Sanji had been having his usual flirt-argument with Zoro (who was there with his team) when Reiju arrived, being recognised and knowing what it meant for her to be there sent him into a panic attack that exposed his being burnish, and being on duty and under threat (not only her but her other brothers) Reiju jad to take Sanji with her, and then Zeff for trying to protect him and continuing on defending him even after she gave her an out.

And that's basically all I have for now (⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠☞

#one piece #vinsmoke ichiji #acechiji #one piece acechiji #op acechiji #portgas d ace x vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke siblings #portgas d ace #op zosan #one piece zosan #op promare au

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killerlookz · 2 years

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | Brian Wilcox x Gn! Reader

description: a fic very loosely! based on im not okay by my chemical romance in which, reader often seeks out their best friend brian's help regarding their failing relationship with their boyfriend, but never seems to listen. and brian gets frustrated that reader won't break up with their boyfriend for more reasons than just them not being treated right.

content: lots of angsty teen stuff. vague reference to leaked intimate photos. best friends to "enemies" (using that word loosely) to lovers, angst, cheating, comfort, first kiss, fluff!!! (happy ending)

word count: 3285

"I just don't understand why you have such an interest in us breaking up!" You snapped, staring at your best friend's expressionless face as he sits on the edge of your bed. Suddenly, that changed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he grimaced, shaking his head.

"Why?" He retorted with equal force to you, throwing up his arms in disbeleif, "Because he fucking treats you like shit!"

"Not like shit, Brian. You're being overdramatic." You cross your arms over your chest defensively.

"Like SHIT y/n, I'm not having this argument with you again." He runs a hand through his greasy black hair, the strands lifting up from their spot thrown over his forehead as they fall through his fingers. "You know y/n, you claim to have all these fucking problems, but you don't, everything wrong in your life would just be solved if you broke up with him, and I keep telling you this, and you never fucking listen, I have no advice left to give you, I'm sick of hearing about this, I'm worn out." He rants.

"Brian!" You scold in a weak, faint voice, tears welling up in your eyes. "Well, who's the one treating me like shit now?" You huff.

"Don't start with that," He gestures his pointer finger at you, shaking it up and down. "You told me you wanted my honest opinion, I'm being honest, it's not my fault you don't want to hear it."

"Well you tell me he treats me like shit but never tell me why all you say is to break up with him. I feel stuck, like I have no other options."

"Don't tell you why?- Because you do that for me. Every. Single. TIme you bitch to me." Brian sighs, frustration deep within his heavy breaths. "Come on y/n, don't be stupid, everyone's seen those pictures he took of you."

Your throat goes dry and you swallow viciously while sucking in a hard breath through your nose. Your face contorts with discontent, and your jaw clenches. For a moment you're suddenly transported back to the most humiliating weeks of your life. You can still feel the stares of your judgemental classmates burning into your body, with knowing eyes, aware of parts of you that they shouldn't have been. You can hear their whispers and giggles swarm around your head.

"That was fucking low, Brian." A tear rolls down your face which you quickly wipe away using the entire back of your hand. You shake your head, knitting your brows, "It was an accident-" You choke.

"You and I both know that's not true." Brain mutters.

"Why are you being so cruel." Your voice begins to crack as you can feel a sob coming on. Brian's reaction isn't exactly what you expected, most times you ranted about your boyfriend Brian was usually there to give you a hug, and to comfort you. Sure, he'd usually tell you to break up with your boyfriend, (in less friendly terms than that), but still, he'd at least always offer some sort of positivity.

Brian takes a deep inhale, "Because," then he exhales, "You wear me out."

"Do I?" You sneer, unsure of whether to be more sad or angry.

"Look, I don't mean to like make you upset, or let you down, or whatever," He speaks rapidly, shaking his head and screwing his eyes shut tight. "But I think it's better off you if you just hear the truth."

"But Brian," You sigh, "I can tell you're not telling the whole truth."

"That's on you." He crosses his arms, "I'm not arguing anymore, I have my own shit to worry about, I can't keep dealing with your problems. Try taking a good hard look at yourself sometime, and maybe you'll actually understand where I'm coming from."

You don't respond, only staring at Brian through misty eyes. As your breath falters, trying your best to hold back a full-on sob, you try took look for some semblance of warmth from Brian, just an ounce of comfort. Despite how upsetting Brian's words were, you knew that just the smallest amount of consolation would make you feel better, even if he just gave you a loose hug, that always worked, that always made you feel better, why couldn't he just do that?

"I gotta go," he huffs, "See you around."

You can't bear to look at him as he gets off his spot on your bed. You continue to say silent, your arms crossed around your chest, looking down at your legs. You can hear the sound of his footsteps walking out of the room, and the door closing on his way out, the shutting sound signaling you were now alone was an immediate trigger for the tears to come falling down your cheeks.

That's just it. You were alone.

The one person in your life that you could count on to make you feel better in times of need just walked right out the door without an ounce of hesitation. What were you to do now? Cry to your boyfriend about it? That would go over well. 'Hey babe, I really need someone right now, my best friend just stormed out of my room because he got frustrated about me always complaining about you.'

You sighed, throwing your head back on your pillow, your tears now running sideways down your face. The worst part is, you knew Brian was right. You had to break up with your boyfriend, and that would solve all of your problems. The two of you weren't in love, you weren't even sure that you had ever been. But with no boyfriend, how could you possibly deny your actual feelings for-

"Y/N! DINNER!" You heard your mother scream from the kitchen, cutting your thoughts off completely. Shit, you quickly wipe away the tears from your eyes, not in the mood to be questioned on why you were crying over dinner. You take a few deep breaths in and out, preparing yourself to act at least somewhat normal before heading out to eat dinner.

You walked into the kitchen and your mom greeted you with a confused look on her face,

"I thought Brian was staying for dinner."

It had been a few days since your argument with Brian, and you hadn't talked to him since. Truth be told, you weren't doing well, not at all. The last few days had been full of nothing but tension and tears for you. Every time he'd pass you by in the hallway you were ignored, he wouldn't even spare you a glance. He'd usually avert his eyes and turn to talking to Amber, or one of his other friends.

It hurt Like, really fucking hurt.

You couldn't stand the feeling it gave you every time he passed you by, the way your heart dropped, and your stomach flipped. You couldn't count the times you felt yourself nearly throw up in the last couple of days alone.

Not having Brian around was far worse than any heartbreak you ever experienced. It had only been a couple of days, and it wasn't like he loathed you or anything, but you'd almost felt like a part of you was missing without him around. It felt stupid to say, he was just some greasy teenager, but you never really realized how complete he made you feel.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed happier than ever. Glad you finally ditched that "loser" Brian. He'd never really enjoyed having Brian around, and you usually had to fight to try to let him hang out with you whenever your boyfriend was around.

You sighed, placing your head in your hand as your arm rested on your desk. Your last period teacher was ranting and raving about something, you couldn't have been less interested. You picked up your heavy head and raised your arm way up.

"Yes y/n?" The teacher shot a look your way.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" You ask, desperate to get out of class.

"I'm in the middle of a lecture-"

"Okay, but I have to go to the bathroom."

"Fine. Go." She responded reluctantly before getting back onto her tangent.

You're relieved the teacher did not put up much of a fight, and begin to slip out of the classroom, into the dismal halls of the school building. You had no real destination, you didn't actually have to use the bathroom, only the desire to roam around aimlessly to try and clear your head. The poorly-lit, decaying classrooms filled with far too many people you didn't like tended to get pretty stuffy really quickly.

You tried to think of nothing else other than the sound of your footsteps as your beat-up old vans hit the dirty tile floor with every step you took. You let the quiet thudding sound sort of put you into a trance until you heard a voice around the corner.

"Oh forget them," You heard an all-too-familiar voice say, "They'll never know." It was your boyfriend. You stopped dead in your tracks, not really wanting to be seen by him and have any sort of interaction, but you were also very intrigued as to what he was talking about. You inched closer against the wall he was on the other side of, just around the bend. You were meer feet away but he had know knowledge of your presence.

"Are you sure?" You heard another voice say, a girl this time, you recognized the voice as a friend of your boyfriend's that had hung out with the two of you from time to time.

"Positive, they'll probably be home crying tonight or something, too emotional to even realize or even care where I am."

You felt your muscles stiffen at the sound of his words, certainly, he wasn't talking about you, was he?

"Don't be a dick." The girl giggled.

"I'm not baby, it's just the truth, they're such a downer. I need some fun in my life."

Baby? You listened onwards, feeling your blood begin to- not boil, but simmer. You were nearly certain he was talking about you, and why was he calling her baby?

In a surprising move of bravery you peered around the corner, hoping to god the two of them didn't see you. As you peeked just your head down the hall you could see them standing a decent distance away, the girl with her back pressed against a locker, and your boyfriend hovering over her.

Some fucking nerve he had. Doing this in public? Not even having the decency to break up before going after someone else?

You couldn't even find it in you to be sad right now, you bit down on the inside of your cheeks, surpressing a cackle of utter disbelief at what you were witnessing.

"Okay," The girl smirked before catching her bottom lip in her teeth, "I'll see you at 8 then?"

"On the dot." Your boyfriend smirked back.

"See you then."

Your boyfriend leaned down from his spot standing over her, pressing a kiss onto the girl's cheek. If only he knew you were here to see this right now.

You quickly swung your head back from around the corner and began heading back the way you came, hoping that neither of them would also walk this way and run into you.

Your legs trembled under you as you walked, and you feared that they might give out any second now. Your breath shook and you could barely get a decent-sized breath in or out.

God, if you'd just listened to Brian and broken up with your boyfriend when he first told you to none of this would have ever happened, and you'd still have your best friend.

You walked right past your classroom, unable to functionally act like a human, right now there would have been no way that you could sit down for the remainder of class and not freak out. You swallowed hard, trying your best to repel a sob, or maybe a laugh, perhaps even somewhat of both. You had no clue how to react, what even was the proper emotion to witnessing your boyfriend cheating on you? Probably being sad. But you didn't feel sad, no, not in the miserable cry yourself to sleep sort of way. Not in the keep your head down low not talking to anyone sort of way. Instead, you felt like you had to jump out of your own skin. Nothing in your body felt right, everything was uncomfortable. You couldn't stay still, your jaw, your breath your hands, they all shook.

There was a bubbling in your throat, not of the painful lump that precedes a cry, but a burning, one that could only be soothed by screaming at the top of your lungs, a sensation that could only be quelled by a presentation of your flaming anger.

You postulated that perhaps you'd probably be sad later, once you experienced the comedown of all this disbelief and anger. And you dreaded that too, you didn't know which emotion you'd prefer, both seemed positively unbearable.

On your aimless journey down the hall, you passed a clock hung up on a depressingly beige wall, glancing up at it with nearly teary eyes you realized there were only five minutes left in the day. A slight relief. You blinked away the forming tears in your eyes and began your shaky journey back to the classroom to get your things.

"Thank you for deciding to come back." Said your teacher, giving you a disappointed glare as you walked in the room.

"There was a line." You grumbled, heading back to your seat at the back of the room.

Defeatedly, you threw yourself back into your seat and anxiously watched the clock. Time had never seemed to move so slow as it did now, each passing second hand teasing you, bringing you closer and closer to the end of the day. Even with the minute amount of time left that burning uncomfortableness inside of you made you want to just get up and run out right there.

Then finally, the shrill ringing of the dismissal bell. It's ear-shattering high pitched tone was absolute music to your ears right now as you nearly ran out the classroom door, and pushing passed the hoards of people in the hallway.

You'd never felt so claustrophobic in your life, the dozens of students lining the hall suffocated you as they prevented you from the sweet release of being out of the school building. You pushed, and pushed, and pushed, being an absolute nuisance to everyone you came in contact with, but right now you really did not care. Then finally- you stepped outside.

The contact with the fresh air was not the cathartic release you were hoping it to be. Rather, you stepped outside and realized you no longer had anything further to look forward to, nothing else that you thought perhaps could free you of this feeling. You ran a hand through your hair, tugging on the strands a little out of pure stress. Your eyes roamed the courtyard of the school, looking out on the sea of students leaving for the weekend.

Then- you spotted him, Brian, walking alone to his car. Fuck it. You needed to do something. Talk to someone. You began walking in that direction, your legs picking up at an unreasonably fast walking pace.

You made your way to Brian's old, beatup car, he hadn;t noticed your presence right outside his passenger window. You peaked in the dirty window, you could see him in the drivers seat, head down with various CD cases strewn upon his lap, his shaggy hair falling in his face.

You tapped on the window, feeling the sun-warmed glass under your knuckle. Slightly startled Brian looked up, his face turning to one of confusion, or maybe it was disgust as his eyes locked with yours. You were having none of it. You knocked again.

"Open the fucking door Brian." You barked through the glass. Shaking his head in perhaps confusion, he leaned over the console and pulled up the lock on the door. Before Brian could even sit back down completely you were tugging on the door handle, and flinging yourself into the passenger seat of Brian's car.

"What the hell, man?" He asks as you get in.

"Save it, Brian." You snap.

"What did I do?" He asks, throwing his arms up defensively. You turn over to the side and glare at him, "Point taken." He sighs sitting back in the driver's seat. "Whatever," He shakes his head, "What are you doing here?"

"I've sat in your car a million fucking times why are you questioning me now?" You're vaguely aware of your harshness towards Brian, but part of you feels like he maybe deserves it... just a little.

"God, rough day?" He asks unsympathetically,

"I'm okay." You look him dead in the eyes. Brian turns to look at you,

"This is okay to you? Aggressively throwing yourself into my car and snapping at me after not talking for four days?"

"I said I'm okay Brian." You insist, not really keen on telling him the whole cheating situation, nowhere near being in the mood for his 'I told you so's'

"Don't fucking tell me it's him again."

You sit up a little from where you're sat in the passenger seat, inching closer to Brian's face,

"Listen to me," You raise your eyebrows, trying to emphasize your words, "I'm telling you the truth, trust me, Brian, I'm okay- I mean it."

Brian sits up in his seat as well, bringing himself closer to you. His face is so close to yours, you're looking him deep in the eyes, trying your absolute hardest not to start crying to him.

"Look man, I know I said I'm sick of hearing your problems but you don't have to lie to m-" Suddenly he's cut off when you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck did I just do that? You thought. You pulled away quickly, that sick feeling entering your stomach again after realizing what you did. You could feel yourself on the verge of throwing up. Your eyes darted around the car quickly as Brian stared at you in disbelief, you felt compelled to run out of the car, to leave here, and never ever show your face in Cody ever again.

"Oh my god Brian I'm so sorry I don't know what I was thinki-" Suddenly you were the one being cut off this time, Brian's lips pushing against your own. A sense of relief washed over you with this kiss, his hand comes up and holds your cheek. Brian's kissing is sloppy and inexperienced, and you can't help but to notice the faint smell of french fries on his hoodie sleeve, but you don't mind at all.

It's a little overwhelming, actually, the way he's holding your face close to his, the way your lips work together, literally everything else that's been going on the last few days. You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and Brian must have felt it brush up against one of his fingers because he pulls away, your face still cupped in his hand.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again.

"Im not," You sniffle, shaking your head, "I'm not okay." Tears falling down both of your cheeks now. Brian raises his other hand to your face, wiping the stray droplets away with his thumbs

"Do you want to talk abou-"

"Please just kiss me again." You beg desperately.

"Of course." He nods eagerly.

a/n: finally a non eddie fic!! i've been on SUCH an mcr kick recently so i obviously had to write for my fav emo boy :,) ... sorry if this fic is a little uhh... teen angsty... but look at brian... that man is the EPITOME of teen angst. hope everyone enjoyed :)

#brian wilcox #brian wilcox x reader #brian fast food nation #paul dano #danonation #paul dano fic #brian wilcox fic #fast food nation

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crmsnmth · 21 days

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That Old Dysphoric Waltz

Some days I hate my teeth I somehow become aware they're in my mouth and I can't stop running my tongue along the edges learning the mountain range of molars And they begin to hurt Because a look in the mirror says they are far to close togethor Clumped into one big coffee stained clump I want to pull them out Tie each one off with fishing line and finding someone to slam the door. Dentures seem like a great idea, but I don't have dental on state funded healthcare I can feel my gums throb from the toothbrush Sometimes spitting more blood then not into the sink clockwise down the drain

Some days I hate the clothes I wear I hate the way they sit on my body, folding over, sleeves riding up, I can feel the tag and I scratch at them and readjust spending far too much time fixing the clothes I have chosen to wear I want to burn them all and start over in a whole new style one that isn't monochrome and something a high school metal kid would wear Looking like I never learned how to grow up Without horror movie shirts and black jeans bandannas and scarves Still a teen with an aged body

Some days I hate the very skin I'm in Seeing all it's flaws and tears and scars Hating the contours made by sharp edges and spikes Despising the ink I thought so hard about before I committed it to flesh I get sickened by seeing the emancipated skin that's tight over visible bones and muscles that are much too small to provide any use Just the strings to an out of tune guitar With a bent neck, so the screws can't be fixed At least not with knowledge I have of such things So I'll just ignore each ache and pain I feel Until they go away, abandonment by ligaments Fingers much too long for praying Eyes half tilted and far away I never look as if I'm paying attention not that I am

Some days I hate the gender that I am the mirror lies to us every chance it gets I hate the shape of my body not seeing the movements felt staying behind doors, learning how to hide any fact like this we just don't talk about unless it's made in jest and in hate So keep your mouth shut and hate in silence Ridicule is avoided by anyone with heart And the confusion only makes things worth Hating your friends because they unknowingly hate part of you It's a pretty messed up way to go about your day Smile and wave, pretend the joke is just a joke And that secretly, everyone around isn't laughing anymore And the joke eventually becomes fear becomes isolation becomes alienation becomes annihilation Small town words spread like a fire in a dry pine forest

Some days I hate my brain Not making any sense And making thoughts that have no view The awkward panic and fear of rejection the need for abandonment and depression Living with chemicals rebuilt from time capsules from 1948 and whatever sedative we can find It's better than gray clothing and frosted glass I never really like a trilogy anyway And I've been on this hate before Letting the conflict of my right vs left battle Figure out what we're going to do today Fatty deposit of electricity That is constantly working to constantly Sabotage and end itself with bad ideas and even worse impulse control I couldn't tell you how to do better

Most days I love everything I am Everything I've stood for Everything I've done Even if I die right now, I have on hell of a story to share And I'll gladly whisper it to the worms Eternity won't be bad speaking to decay Death will wave his hand along my being And I'll talk his fucking ear off about all of my memories I love the face I wear, coffee stained teeth in all And every morning after a shower, I pick my favorite shirts and my comfortable jeans, proud of the hockey mask graphic I see my body and I'm happy it's still here, after all it's been And I see my gender right where it should be, even if the feelings towards my so-called friends don't But that just means my mind has morals and principles And is able to think through complex thought Finding logic and thought and emotion all ripping through it It's downright amazing to think about. It's okay to have bad days It gets better. It will always get better.

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haruniki · 1 year

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What do they smell like?

genshin impact ver.

Jean, Lisa, Amber, Eula, Rosaria, Sucrose

a/n: hiiii, im very sorry for not posting very much or at all during my winter break! I was really tired and just didn't feel like writing. I hope this makes up for it!! also all are headcanons, i dont remember if there's actual canon smells of the characters lol also galf sleep writing this🫶🫶🫶🥹 sorry if there's mistake or something doesn't make sense

Jean Gunnhildr

Jean smells like fields of soft grass and dandelions.

Her scent is like a distant feeling and as you get closer to it, you start to feel safe and comfortable in your surrounding

It's most notable in the morning when Jean returns from her morning walks

Dandelions freshly picked in her hands that she gently places on the bedside table beside you to let you know that she has already gone out and is on her way to do paperwork.

Lisa

Lisa smells of leather and tea leaves

Lisa spends a great amount of time in the library, she is Mondstat's librarian after all so it only makes sense that she smells a bit like the leather that holds the pages.

Of course every good read deserves a good side of freshly made tea. While placing books back on the shelf or while bring captivated with a new book imported from the Yae Publishing House, Lisa prepares a fresh cup of tea.

The tea leaves that she careful picked out this morning from the cupboard, smelled quite nice and a cup of tea is always nice to have after a bothersome task.

Amber

Amber smells of burning wood and soil

I like to think Amber does a lot of camping and with camping comes a fire to keep warm at night.

Of course her vision could also be of some blame too. Though it does mame for a pretty useful fire starter.

Lending a helping hand to help some elderly farmers is where the earthy sent of soil comes in. While Amber isn't too busy, helping out with some nearby farm makes the time fly by faster.

Digging up weeds and planting a few carrots or maybe even pulling up some radishes, Amber can never seem to full get rid of the dirt under her fingers. But it makes her glad that at least she can offer a helping hand.

Eula Lawrence

Eula smells of fog and mint

Fog has a really misty and moggy scent. One that smells earth but not overwhelming. The type of smell that you would recognize after it freshly rained during the winter but it wasn't quite able to make it into snowflakes

I believe mint is something that she tries to actively seek out. From making her own perfume using mint leaves and water to specially ordering it to be made.

The mint smell gives a calming that she likes and she hopes it's able to calm those around her enough that they'd stay awhile to chat.

Rosaria

Rosaria doesn't really have a scent.

The only way you'd be able to smell anything on her is if you get close enough to her. If your able to then smoke and a tangy, almost wine like smell will be present.

The snoke like smell can ve up to interpretation, but the soft scent of wine can be directed to Angel Share where you can find her most nights.

Around all those people, drinking and just trying to relax from her busy schedule of trying to remember what lord ibuprofen's name us.

Sucrose

Sucrose smells of Chemicals and.. burning hair?

Sucrose is a alchemist and tends to use a lot of different things in her mixtures. So it's no surpise that she might smell of those chemicals.

However, more concerning might the small fried ends of her hair.

Mistakes happen and Sucrose is more than prepared to deal with those mistakes even if it means a new haircut.

None the less, Sucrose doesn't mind if you give her something that might help mask the scent of her burnt ends.

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earthgrudgefear · 3 months

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Itachi for the ask game !!

YESS it is hard for me to talk about itachi because i have complicated feelings and i'm whatever the opposite of eloquent is but here it goes !

favorite thing about them: ok i know everyone and their mom's favorite itachi thing is that ough he's really the good guy NOPE. i like when he's crazy. i like the moments where you see him crack. i like that he genuinely believed ruining his brother's life was the Right thing to do. i like that the cycle of violence didn't end with him. i know that sounds fucking insane but listen,

least favorite thing about them: it is the fans. itachi fans are so bad. you get the ones who are like "HE SOLOS MADARA. HE COULD KILL GOD." and then you get the ones who are like "he's my sweet baby 🥺 he's innocent and never did anything wrong 💔" and both of them are so Painfully Off Base and are ignoring like the Actual complexity of his character it makes it Insufferable to exist in fan spaces

favorite line: OH it's when he first talks to kisame and he says "anyone who has raised their hand against a comrade, even once, never dies a decent death. remember that." and kisame says "which means you and i are both worthless" and it's one of my favorite interactions of any characters of all time

brOTP: nagato, easy. and by extension konan

OTP: kisaita. they break my heart for real. they're so painfully similar. villages so corrupt they force them into a place they can only kill their way out of. then the split happens where itachi stays loyal to konoha while kisame would watch kiri burn. kisame seeking truth while all itachi does is hide behind lies. like there's such poetry in them.

nOTP: increasingly i am tired of seeing him with d*idara 😭 (censoring that cause i don't know how to shut up, skip to the next bullet if you don't care what i'm on about) i feel like That scene is out of context too much. he only ever saw itachi as a threat. he had no Respect for what itachi did, he was Angry. he was humiliated and outdone by this guy who wasn't even trying. like yes at first it was awe but when it didn't mean anything to itachi, that changed. he literally trained himself to Kill itachi. he was SO mad and really so HURT fighting sasuke because of how Little sasuke cared about him (0% btw) and how he KNEW that look from itachi. so yeah. it's. i don't like it very much at all

random headcanon: ugh. i always had this thing with him and kisame, since itachi has no option but to lie and kisame is NOT for that, they have this rule that itachi Won't ever flat out lie to him, he'll put on the act for kakashi or sasuke or anyone from his old home, but not kisame. omissions of truth maybe, but he's as open and honest as he feels he can be. which over time becomes, Incredibly Honest. to the point of kisame knowing that when he goes to face sasuke the intention is, that's the end.

unpopular opinion: i think i hit a few in the rest of this post, not gonna lie.

song i associate with them: sleep my chemical romance. they're not like tremors they're worse than tremors they're like these terrors sometimes i see flames and sometimes i see the people that i love dying i can't ever wake up

favorite picture of them:

ok i actually had a different picture that came to mind but i've been dying to share this one and it's already saved on my phone so for now it's this one.

OKAY!

#♖ asks #itachi uchiha #i don't think this is as long as i expected it to be?#long post #?

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philosophicalparadox · 8 months

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Personal Scent HC's

Because my brain needs to put these somewhere and my descriptive writing needs to expand its vocabulary. Bear in mind people smell different to other people! My lists are mainly points of description used in and for fic purposes, in which the person smelling has a much more acute olfactory powers than a human would normally possess. However I'll include what I think they'd smell like to a human just for reference.

CONTENT WARNING: talks about sexual arousal and fear/stress, and what that does with pheromonal scents, along with a few bodily fluid references. Keep in mind these are just opinions!

Rin:

Has a distinctly odd smell; human or demon, his scent is unique. To a mortal nose his scents are fainter, but his overall scent is salty and sweet - but not in a sugar and table salt way. More like a vaguely chemical sweetness and a organic kind of salty, detailed below.

The sweet was inspired by sweet sulfur compounds ( yes sulfur can smell, and even taste, sweet!) These compounds often have coffee, wine or chocolate notes - because those same compounds are what give these foods some of their distinctive tastes/aromas. Why sulfur? Because it burns his exact shade of blue, and so do many of these compounds. Whether he has them in his biology or not I liked the idea. :) besides which the compounds in his blood and skin that make him fire retardant (which are not likely to be these compounds alone - there are many) are likely to have a sweet smell, though how that smell comes through depends entirely on what else is in there.

The salty is an organic, plasma/sweat or tear-like saltiness. The smell of body fluid doesn't sound sexy but it's justified by his likely potent kidneys - keeping that fluid going while burning at high temps is no easy feat.

There's also a distinct, rather un-japanese sort of musk about him, which among other things leads to assumptions that he's half-blooded (which. Isn't technically wrong.) Still, even when he's unclean, he doesn't harbor bacteria in the nooks and folds the way many humans do, fire and high body heat being natural antiseptics. So while he's teenage-boy musky, he's a clean kind of musky, almost perfume musky in many cases. This whale-musk (perfume musk) scent gets much stronger when he is elated or sexually aroused.

When he's very stressed out - keeping in mind stress sweat reeks on the best of people - he smells like acid, to a human nose at least. Sulfuric salt compounds found in human stress-sweat that cause it's distinctively sharp smell are magnified in his half breed body, so he well and truly stinks if hes sweating under duress - the smell is best described as vinegar-like.

That being said, scent is a much more useful communication tool to demons, but human scents are designed to be picked up by poor human noses. Unfortunately, or fortunately, that means because of Rins human blood, all of his scents are a fair bit stronger than most demons are accustomed to. Strong enough that even humans can sometimes pick up on them, like various pheromones and other chemical cues, which only got stronger after his transformation. Yukio cringes at Rins habit of not flushing his pee in the middle of the night because it has a much stronger smell than it used to. His friends also notice his shifts in smell day to day if they get close enough, but as far as they know or care he just uses different shampoos or deodorants - never mind that he technically needs neither.

Yukio:

Has a mostly typical Japanese human smell, which is little to none at all that's detectable by other humans, excepting artificially added scents. However he does have just a hint more of that Muskiness only westerners seem to possess,( yes that's a thing, look it up) though it's not often anyone notices.

He does have, to a trained demon nose, the slightest demon-y scent to him, with just a bit of Rin's chemical sweetness coming through, enough to tell they are related. However his own distinct scent is described by my OC as vaguely clean-dog-like. His hormonal scents are held in that vein- excitable (or horny) Yukio smells vaguely like a hound (corn-chippy salty smell). When he's stressed he reeks like burning hair or wet dog.

Shiemi:

Has a distinctive scent that is not really noticeable to humans - mostly she doesn't really smell at all to them, and if she does, e.g. sweat, then it's a sweet, herby smell (I believe Kamiki comments that she smelled good once, but my brain might be imagining that). However a demon picks up that something just isn't quite right with her scent. She smells human enough, but it's too clean. Too soft. Too subtle. Too wild. And there's a kind of fresh air, wind in the trees quality to it that's strange to some, but it's never quite strong enough to guarantee anything.

Amaimon:

His scent is widely variable, as scent is a huuuuuge part of how earth demons, many with poor vision, communicate. To a human nose, his default scent is mossy. Not quite earthy, but mossy with a kind of sharp, acidic pine or oak like scent underneath. Like moss on damp Douglas fir bark, or wind through an oak-dominant temperate rainforest. To a demon, this scent is more complex - the acid components containing similarities to either fruit, oak, or cypress depending on his mood and hormones, and the earthiness ranging from fertile soil and ferns to rotting muck and the chemical-ness of rubber latex trees.

Speaking of which, when stressed or threatened, Amaimon, as per his mythology, releases a foul hydrogen sulfide stench from oil glands in his skin and between his scales. To a human the rotten smell is overwhelming, but a keen demon nose can pick through the reek to identify tar-like and magnesium sulfate scents that can indicate his specific level of stress and predict from there what he may decide to do about it.

Samael:

Oh boy where to begin with this.

Samael in my mind uses scent the way he uses his clothing - obvious but camouflaged. He will wear perfumes and oils to mask his scent or fudge it up so he's not as easy to "read" but it takes a certain set of knowledge or experience to decipher his natural chemical pheromones anyway. Even his biochemical language is confusing to the uninitiated.

A significant part of the reason for this is because his natural scents are specifically designed to work like honey on flies, and are especially effective on humans. Consequently, demons that are not kin of time or otherwise familiar with them can get a little confused by the often subtle chemistry, which is further made weird by his own unique peculiarities

To this end, his dominant bodily scent is vanilla-like. (Vanilla being apparently the most universally appealing scent across cultures. No one knows why). This combines with a variety of other scents, principally jasmine-like (second most well liked scent) and spicy scents reminiscent of ginger and chili peppers (which trick the human brain pheromonally I found out. Dried chili peppers accidentally mimic the "you'd be a good mate" immune-system compatibility pheromones for upwards of 60% of people though that number may be anecdotally higher for neurodivergents. Science! And ginger for some reason triggers the release of important neurotransmitters in rats as well as possibly humans, especially depressed ones. More science!)

In addition to the above he wears clove oil to repel pests (bet your ass he doesn't want lice or fleas!) and because it's traditionally associated with aristocracy and wealth. He also will adorn himself with scents of Ambergris (that whale musk I was talking about earlier) and cinnamon, for the same reasons. But it's never too obvious or strong - he's got a very sensitive nose! - just enough that if you stood next to him you might notice it.

When he's powered up or stressed or sick, he develops a cloying, sickly sweet smell, reminiscent of angels trumpet or mandrake and slightly off meat. The smell only gets worse if he decays, overlapping with the typical putrid stench to form something truly hellish. (I know this one from experience!)

Lucifer:

Has a very mild but utterly odd scent. If you've ever used a UV sterilizer, the weird, vaguely metallic and almost vegetative odor of hydrogen being created and isolated in the air should be familiar. It's very subtle but has a almost cabbage-in-an-iron-vessel kind of odor - hydrogen itself has no scent or taste but it reacts with air to form these smells. Why hydrogen? Because of the sun. That's my only logic there lol.

Courtesy his existing as a concept of light I imagine he has a citrusy or clean, mentholated scent like camphor about him. Whether it's natural or added I'll let someone else decide, but these are the scents most universally associated with light and sunlight especially.

When he's lit up and plasma-fied he actively emits various amounts of Ozone, O2, which is toxic and has a very powerful scent that's hard to describe, though I would call it asphalt-like. Other scents depend on the makeup of the air in the room.

Egyn:

Pretty much smells like the Pacific Ocean. Salty, rich and deep.

There's a vague fishiness to his scent, noticeable mostly to demons, though it gets potent enough to notice if he's especially stressed.

Interestingly his scent turns rich and seaweed like when he's aroused, inspired by the uh. Unique, smell of a dolphin. (Don't ask how I know that).

Astaroth:

Has a rich, earthy smell most the time. Other times he has no apparent smell at all.

When he is using his abilities or depending on his mood, he can develop a variety of scents from moldy to outright putrid. But he can develop pleasant-ish rotting wood scents as well. His biochemical language is also not well understood and rather confusing.

Iblis:

In accordance with the mythology of Jinni, she has a vague scent that is petrichor-like. The irony that it’s water on dry soil that produces that smell is not lost on me lol but it’s the scent most often associated with them I guess.

Overlaying this is a smoky, sooty smell that can be either pleasant or offputting depending on her mood.

When particularly stressed, she smells like Lye, which has a very strong, caustic odor. Lye can be made from wood ash, so there’s my logic in that.

Beelzebub:

Not sure where to start with this one either. Insects use pheromones ALL the time, but they’re often secreted in such small amounts we can’t detect them.

However, based on what I do know, I’d wager Beel has a very ant-like scent. Which ants I haven’t got a clue- ant pheromones run the gauntlet from sweet and citrusy to a chemical kind of foulness that is distinctly insectoid. Formica ants tend to have a more acidic and sweet odor, while stinging ants tend more towards the chemical. So depending on his mood he might run that scope.

Except when he is aroused - then he has a very potent, moth-like smell that’s actually very floral-perfume like and smells rather pleasant even to a human nose. (Insp by plume moths, which though they’re tiny have a strong enough scent even humans notice it) . Personally I HC that beel has something like a heat or rut cycle, where he exudes the “mate with me” pheromones non stop, much like moths or butterflies.

Going back to the bad for a minute, when he’s scared or stressed, he can secrete very caustic chemicals that have a pungent, noxious odor. If you’ve ever pestered a darkling beetle (in my case Morio beetles)to the point of emission, that’s what I think of. It’s a really hard smell to describe other than “astringent” and it sticks to you and the air and your throat and it’s honestly pretty freakin horrible lol.

Anyway that’s all I’ve got for now. Feel free to share comments but please be civil about it. :)

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist theories #blue exorcist HCs #my HCs

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y0urlittl3ang3l · 1 year

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MY AU Garmadon Headcanons

As stated in my previous headcanon he and Wu are actually much younger looking than they are in the show, Garmadon doesn’t care for what others think him and doesn’t bother changing his appearance except for maybe making his tail and horns go away but other than that he doesn’t change anything

In my mind I like to think that Misako had gone after Garmadon after Wu introduced them to each other, and they got happily married, had children together and were happy. But after having Lloyd, Misako decided that she should cheat like the bitch that she is and then write about it for ‘history’ then the whole ‘burn/first burn’ thing happens and Garmadon gives her a huge rant before telling her to leave, then he got banished to the underworld(let’s save more of this for another post lmao)

His first name is actually Yakushi(I looked it up I actually named him by a last name lmao) and it means: 薬 meaning medicine, chemical, enamel, gunpowder, benefit./ 師 meaning expert, teacher, master, model, exemplar, army (incl. counter), war. In reality I just put Yaku and Shi together lol because well Yaku was the accumulated bad luck from everyday life and Shi was death so I was like ‘oH uNfOrTuNaTe dEaTh’

He is a very tall man at 6’6(213 cm)

When the other ninja tell him about Harumi, he’s torn between wanting to knock some sense into her or thanking her for bringing him back to his son after all this time

Garmadon takes Lloyd out on Father son bonding days, sometimes he takes the other ninja too

He’s actually Nya and Kai’s godfather, as decided by both Ray and Maya

Garmadon always tells Lloyd and the other ninja he loves them at least once a day to show them he cares 🫶

When the other elemental masters saw him during the tournament of elements they were surprised at how young he looked compared to Clouse and Chen though they were alive at the same time, then Garmadon had to explain his dna and how it worked and worked in jabs at Clouse and Chen

He didn’t steal no letter, Misako wrote letters to him and Wu

Garmadon has been singing lullabies to Lloyd for Lloyd’s whole life like when Lloyd was a baby, when Lloyd was a child at Darkley’s(showed up as a shadow and sang to him like that), when Lloyd was a teen, and even as basically an adult. He will never stop because he likes to sing to his son

He has a few scars on his body like the bite from the great devourer, when he got possessed by the overlord, has a scar on his side from fighting his brother with the golden weapons, has a scar across his chest from when he got into a with someone bullying Wu, has a large burn scar on his back that covers the majority of his upper back, and he also has random scars on his legs from when he was a child

He loves cuddling and will cuddle Lloyd, Wu and sometimes the other ninja(if they want to)

He likes to draw and has taken to drawing Lloyd, the other ninja, Wu, plants and animals in his free time

He hates puppets and he hates snakes even more

He’s an amazing cook and an even better baker, and he always drags the ninja into it along with Lloyd, lots of good memories for the Lloyd, ninja and him

A stress baker

His eyes glow purple when he angry

He’s Bisexual(spoiler for Lloyd’s hcs, Lloyd is bisexual as well)

He can speak almost all the languages of the world but his best languages are English, French, Japanese, Chinese, and Sign language.

Children love him, and they like to play on his tail and horns like a jungle gym

Because of his oni instincts he wrestles Lloyd all the time because well..it’s the fight that fuels them

He has piercings on his ears, his nose, tongue, eyebrow and snakebites because I said so

He has lots of tattoos

He likes to use his shapeshifting to transform into popular myths like Bigfoot just because of the reaction he gets is too priceless to not do it

He has Lloyd’s birthday tattooed onto his wrist, and he has his other children’s along his spine next to their initials

He’s so fucking smart, yet so fucking dumb like he’s a genius but also a Himbo

He drags Lloyd and the other Ninjago with him to go get boba tea, because he really enjoys it

He builds pillow forts with Lloyd

When the ninja found out his first name they started calling him nicknames that only derived from that name, so he in return came up with a bunch of nicknames for them too

For Kai it’s Firecracker, Hot head, Muffin(to tease him), Little Lion, Champ, Hotshot, Firefly and hedgehog

For Cole it’s buddy, Rock star, Beefcake(teasingly), Tiger, Hercules, and Tarzan(when Cole was up in the trees and shit)

For Jay it’s Blue Jay, Chatterbox, Sparky, Giggles, Pipsqueak, Small fry, Freckles, Energizer, Peanut, Turbo, Blueberry,

For Nya it’s Sweetheart, Nya dear, Queenie, little warrior, Shortcake(she hates it), Princess, Dove, Duckling, Rosebud, Pumpkin, Dot(shortened for mom of daughter), and Lotus

For Zane it’s Titan, Dear/Dearie, Sweets, Snowflake, Pinkie pie(he teases him with this a lot as he has heard endless chatter from Lloyd about it), Chef, Love bug and Zay

For Lloyd, oh he calls him a plethora of nicknames. Them being Son(original ik), Blossom, Angel, Teddy bear(in French sometimes as well), Kiddo, My light, Sweet boy, Bubs, Cuddlebug, Bright eyes, Sunshine, Bambi(his mother is dead to him), Dumpling, Stardust, Peaches, Munchkin, and my world(as he did say that Lloyd was the world of his image before getting banished lmao)

He loves the ninja a lot, and he always does his best to take care of them and spend time with them

Also more on Harumi for a second, he almost killed her, like it was on sight for him. And he was all like “Don’t ever come near my son ever. Again.” And then Lloyd stopped Garmadad from killing her because ✨second chances✨

He might’ve taken an oath of no violence, but he will break it if his son for the other ninja are threatened

He’s taken the MBTI test thing 5 times he got both ESFJ AND INTJ. Though he got ESFJ more than INTJ( he just wanted to be sure he knew what his was)

#ninjago garmadon #garmadon headcanons #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #wu ninjago #nya smith #harumi #down with harumi #I love Garmadon and his son

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karin848 · 1 year

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I guess School Spirits is the thing that gets me to finally publish a fic for the first time in three years. Have this little un-beta’d ficlet about a scene in the friendship of Maddie and Simon

When It’s Your Time to Dye by KARIN848

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A pre-series snapshot into the life and friendship of Maddie and Simon

It was the summer before ninth grade when Maddie brought up the idea of dying her hair.

“New school, new Maddie Nears, right?” she asked Simon as they were hanging out together, laying on her bedroom floor.

Simon shrugged as much as he could from his spot on the carpet. “Sure, I guess. Dyed hair is pretty cool. Are we gonna be cooler at this new school?”

Maddie gave him a light shove and laughed. “Not possible, we’re already the coolest people I know.”

Simon grinned and sat up to face Maddie as she studied her own brown locks intently. “Alright. What color are we thinking? Red? Purple? How about a daring black?”

Maddie smiled and tapped her fingers against her chin. “Ooh, a grunge look, very 90s.” She ran her fingers through her hair and tossed it over her shoulder as she decided. “I’m thinking classic blonde. Grab the scissors, we’re doing this.”

Simon pulled himself up with an amused huff. “We? I’ll let you hack at your own hair, but there’s no way I’m letting you get close to this with a blade.” He shook his head in an exaggerated motion as if he were a mermaid bursting out of the water.

Maddie laughed as Simon’s shoulder length hair hit her as it flipped. “Fine, fine! I’ll be my own guinea pig today. But you have to help me with the dye. I think I got some extra gloves somewhere around here.”

There was a lot of struggling in the Nears’ small bathroom that day. Cramped space, two awkward teenagers, and a box of chemically-smelling hair dye did not add up to an uncomplicated process.

“Maddie, did you mean to cut this part that short?”

“…Ah, shit.”

The faucet and sink were already spattered with chemicals. Maddie was just grateful her mother never really cleaned anything around the house and wouldn’t be coming into her bathroom to notice it any time soon.

“Simon! Not too much! You’re gonna burn my scalp off.”

“It’s too goopy, I have no clue how much to put on!”

The bleach was tingling her scalp to an almost-uncomfortable degree, and waiting for her brown hair to turn as light yellow as a baby chick was turning into an excruciating waiting game.

“Hold still, Nears, I need to un-butcher this side.”

“Do not cut it straight across Si’”

“Hey, neither of us are exactly professionals here.”

The gloves were making their hands sweat and the smell of the dye was making their noses twitch, but at least they got most of Maddie’s head appropriately covered in goop. A timer was set on Maddie’s phone and they chatted about their future class schedules while the color set in.

“You can toss those gloves in that bin. Trash day is in like two days, I’ll take it out then.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

Simon kicked his feet lightly against the lower cabinets as he sat on the counter, idly glancing over the instructions on the side of the hair dye box. Maddie was running her head under the bathtub faucet and splashing half the water onto the floor where someone would probably slip on it later.

“I don’t think we left it in long enough.” Simon says as he lightly scratches the back of his neck and tosses the box onto the bathroom counter without really looking at where it went.

Maddie slaps the knob to shut off the water and twists the excess out of her hair, watching it flow down the drain. “Well it’s gonna have to be good enough, because that stuff was starting to burn like hell.”

Simon reaches for a towel hanging up on a nearby rack and hands it over to Maddie. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

She reaches back and grabs it without looking, wrapping it around her head and twisting it to dry her hair. “We sure will.”

Later, Maddie removes the slightly bleach-stained towel from her hair and she and Simon decide it didn’t turn out as bad as it could’ve, which is declared an overall win. Maddie sweeps up the hair that fell onto the floor during their chopping process while Simon gives the sink and tub a cursory wipe-down with the already-stained towel. When the room is deemed ‘clean enough,’ Simon suggests watching a movie and Maddie turns to find her laptop.

During their movie marathon that evening, Maddie looks over to find Simon already staring at her.

“What? It’s that bad?” she asks, slightly perturbed.

Simon shakes his head. “No I just…it suits you.”

Maddie shoves his shoulder and drags her laptop closer. “Eyes on the screen, Si’.” She rests her head on his shoulder and smiles.

“Thanks.”

#School Spirits #School Spirits (Paramount+)#Maddie Nears #Maddie Nears & Simon Elroy #School Spirits fic #my fic #Posting before immediately falling asleep so I don’t have to deal with the mortifying ordeal of waiting for comments

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wow had the first genuine like nightmare I can remember in literal years full wake up in a cold sweat style… extremely vivid, tense, narratively cohesive… dream journalling real fast

basically had been for reasons that were clearly unjust and wouldn’t have held up legally (some sort of ‘speech violation’ in private conversation) been sentenced to death, which wasn’t so bad except the slow leadup to the scheduled execution was sooo tense and horribly inevitable-feeling. Totally inescapable… no assistance legally as I tried to bargain and reason for a stay of execution, a retrial, an appeal, etc. but no use. I was given headphones and a phone in the last hour so I could listen to One Last Song (?), apparently picked CSNY’s Suite: Judy Blue Eyes, and then was led to the execution chamber and left alone with the music (total dread, ticking clock, any moment cld be the last).

At which point the ? power went out? and I considered trying to get hold of a lawyer to stay the execution but then thought it was too risky and too close a call. but with the power unlocked the electric locks (?) were down. choice: stay and bank on legal help when down to the wire? or run? …run. I walked out of a bunch of unlocked doors (vividly remember the confusion + relief + feeling of irreversibility as looked at the sidewalk just outside the door. damp w rain… humid, spring day) and started booking it on foot down the highway. jailbreak!

but then I was on the run and hiding in my old hometown neighborhood… sprinting towards the flood control, trying to decide if it was better to ditch the phone to prevent being tracked or to take a risk and call somebody for help… hid in the tall grass on the banks of the flood control under the overpass and called somebody w very terse request for help (address, change of clothes, scissors). Waited there just sort of enjoying the grass + sky + more vividly recalled CSNY tunes (everybody i love youuu etc) until the car pulled up, and I ditched the phone, ran to get in, changed into civilian clothes, cut my hair (too distinctive), endeavored to burn the hair + prison uniform and find somewhere to dispose of the ashes + determined I needed to withdraw my entire bank balance before the accounts froze + exchange the bills by breaking them thru small legitimate cash purchases so the bill #s couldn’t be traced, and then Woke Up stressed and horribly anxious (?)

Which all on paper sounds like mostly a sort of thriller plot and also a successful jailbreak story but really cannot explain HOW intense and horrible the feeling of dread + helplessness in the face of state murder + inescapability and then terror of being caught was… the fraught choice to make a run for it… realization of what it would mean to be pursued / on the run for the rest of my life… the paranoiac planning for evading detection (only calls, no texts, ditchijg the phone; the choice to alter appearance immediately and separate myself from visual/chemical modes of identification; attention to the traceability of currency and best ways to evade, etc.). Weird!!!!!

Nooo clue where to even start w interpreting (nightmare (or at least remembered nightmare) for the first time in years feels significant…? don’t put much stock in the Meaning of Dreams but that level of intense experience w no clear real life antecedent seems important somehow) other than I have been watching maybe too many 1970s political paranoia thrillers lately. intrigued by the anxiety centered on the traceable / identifiable… think the CSNY revue was just transparently cause my subconscious really likes CSNY. weirdly reassuring (?) now in reflection to have such a strong drive to live narrative w such intense emotions come from wherever dreams come from even if it was not very good for relaxing + getting good rest. what’s the jail/execution… what’s the authority exercising power against liberty in my life… why all the running (though running’s a common theme in my dreams it’s never really been away from something… always towards or just aimless)… odd. will think on it over coffee (hence dream journalling). 4am still mostly asleep going back to bed hopefully 🏃➡️🛏️💤

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script-a-world · 1 year

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Submitted via Google Form:

I would like to have a planet that has a lot of things viewable and named in the sky. Rings, moons, shooting stars, satellites, asteroids, other stars, other planets, other moons, etc. I just like really want to fill it up. Yeah, you might think many of that is like we have in real life but I want to ramp it up even more, lots of fully identifiable ones other just you know, random dot in the sky. There have maybe 500 constellations. 30 planets and 15 dwarf planets in the solar system, of those maybe 8000 identified moons. As for shooting stars, maybe at any point on the planet they'd always be at least 20 that could be seen within the hour. Perhaps massive events can have up to 500 shooting stars in an hour. And of course the planet will definitely have a massive ring system because that sounds like a beauty to see. Basically, astronomy will be very very rich and active with so many things to observe. And that's just for natural stuff. And then people are definitely going to be putting hundreds of satellites that can be observed as well. Maybe even some space stations. Not to mention if there is plenty of space travel (mostly between the main planet and moons or moon to moon), space shuttles will be zipping through the air the same way you could see planes if you lived near an airport. Though, this will not be a civilisation that puts colonies on other planets, they're mostly just research stations although it won't be unheard of to have a small population of the scientists' families, and there just might be some extremely exotic and expensive vacation spots. The populace makes full use of their own planet and their moons. So, my question is, am I missing anything that makes this not work? Things that I should take into account I haven't? I'm not aiming for it to be super realistic but when I can, that's what I'd like to do.

Tex: Too many fish in a bucket and all you have are dead fish, not any water to keep them alive.

If you’re on a position on Earth where there’s approximately zero light pollution (something very difficult to do nowadays), you can see the stripe of the Milky Way with your bare eyes. It is in all actuality a bright stripe across the nighttime sky, and very hard to miss if unhindered by ground-level light pollution and the brightness of a lit Moon. It’s a small parcel of our own galaxy viewed from our position within it, and is estimated to have in that spot of the sky alone anywhere between a hundred to four hundred billion stars.

It is also, thereabouts, 26,000 light years away from us.

What gives the ostensibly density of the sky its luminescence is not how many objects we can see, but how far away we can see them. We don’t need hundreds of constellations, dozens of planets, or thousands of moons in front of our proverbial noses in order to have an uninterrupted swath of sparkles glittering down on us unimpeded during the night - only less pollution, both chemical and light.

On the other hand - having so many celestial objects so close to a narrative planet in question is indicative of a young planetary system still in the process of settling down in its formation, which is in an astronomical sense quite active. Your indication of frequent shooting stars supports that, which given some basic statistics means that you’re going to have a lot of meteoroids (Wikipedia) in your planet’s atmosphere.

The bigger a meteoroid is, the larger it looks as it burns through the atmosphere. After a certain size, it might or might not burn up in the atmosphere, which on Earth it tends to ignite in the atmosphere at about 100 km above sea level. According to the Wikipedia link, there are already tens of millions of objects entering the atmosphere on a yearly basis. Were you wanting that same amount for your world, or more?

As for another part of your question: It looks like you’re considering a research station (Wikipedia) that grew itself into a colony (Wikipedia). The inclusion of family members who are presumably not also there for the purposes of subject-specific research means that, according to Earth international law - something given more context in the listed Wikipedia links, the location is legally considered a place of habitation, and thus lends itself some form of permanency.

Antarctica, for reference, is considered a condominium in the eyes of international law (Wikipedia). All of these can be contained under the definition of a dependent territory, with various strings attached as to what government(s) they fall under.

The inclusion of vacation spots tells me that the original purpose of a research station has been largely outgrown and is considered a viable place for tourism. Tourism (Wikipedia) on Earth has some particular legal definitions, but for the purposes of your worldbuilding we’ll consider it temporary visitation for the purposes of business and/or leisure - more likely leisure as a vacation spot is generally intended for that sort of activity.

I feel like this would be a planet that has zoned areas as it grows, since it seems at least in part a planned settlement rather than an organic one. A dedicated area for the original research stations, residential areas, the accompanying support areas that come with raising families, and areas focused on leisure. A lot of this would depend on the geography of the planet, and where the original research stations were positioned and why.

#google submitted #planets #moons #satellites #orbit

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ok im loving these. do you think eight experiences pain from the sanitized ink stains/scars. how do they handle it (<- has far too many ideas on how this stuff works and wants to hear others' opinions)

Well the way i see it eight s scars (scar? Bc she has one big one on her back pretty much. Stupid tests... she had some stains on her claws from when she removed the rest of the goo from three s head but 1. Wasnt painful weirdly enough 2. It faded away p much after.) kind of like. mainly affects the outer skin + a bit of the underlying layer of like. Tissue. Sorta.

So it heals over time. very well. Pearl spent the big bucks to get her to the city s best private clinic (though sanitization ink related injuries is like... unheard of so it was p much just basic chemical burn related type of care id say), i mean the scar is still visible so im not talking abt aesthetics i mean like the pain. After 2-3 months she feels nothing physically. Shes resilient, to say the least.

but for like the first 2 weeks its weird bc shes like. In pain but ok about it most of the times but then she gets these crazy flare ups and it feels like it burns and its so so painful she cries.

So She Does Not handle it id say bc there is nothing she can do about it ? Nothing to handle. She asks 4 (3 didnt live w them at the apartment at that time) to put some ice cube pack on her back (or she gets it herself when 4 isnt there) and just lays on the couch or bed and waits till the pain is gone.

She had one moment where it hurt extremely badly when hanging out w 3 outside and after some guessing (8 was unable to speak from the pain) 3 runs to some grocery store nearby and comes back w a bag of frozen green peas LOL.

So yeah after it heals no physical pain. But maybe she has some... emotional pain ? Sometimes she puts on clothes and winces bc she expects it to hurt and then it doesnt hurt and shes like "ahhaha right im so stupid" also on one hand shes like proud of it in a way where it shows what she went thru and all but also she is aware of beauty standards and she wonders if like. People think its ugly secretly Sometimes and make fun of her behind her back. And she doesnt care about being ugly but itd still hurt bc that scar is a part of her so itd feel like an insult to her person basically

(and sometimes she wonders if 3 think its ugly which is LITERALLY the funniest person to worry about when it comes to this like hey the almost half of 3 s face is scarred from this shit... do YOU think shes ugly- no ? So cmon)

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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BBC Sherlock Rp Meme

Inspired by @desideriusspeaker

"Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!"

"Why are you always so suspicious?"

"Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?"

“You look sad when you think he can’t see you”

"Get out. I need to go to my mind palace."

“Once you open your heart, you can not control it.”

“Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain”

“Brainy is the new sexy.”

“Love is a much more vicious motivator.”

“It’s not the fall that kills you. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!”

“People leave their bodies to science though I think that cannibals would enjoy it better.”

“Bravery is the kindest word for stupidity.”

“Pure reason toppled by sheer melodrama. Your life in a nutshell.”

‘What one man can invent another can discover.’

“Everybody dies. It’s the one thing human beings can be relied upon to do. How can it still come as a surprise to people?”

"What's the point of being clever if you can't prove it?"

"Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful."

“You, being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool.”

“There is no ghost in the world save those we make for ourselves.”

“The game is on.”

“We all have a past. Ghosts. They are the shadows that define our every sunny day.”

“We solve crimes. I blog about it, he forgets his pants. I wouldn’t hold out to much hope.”

“Once the idea is created, it can be killed.”

"Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side."

"Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them."

"Oh, I'm sure something will turn up. A nice murder. That'll cheer you up."

“All lives end; all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.”

"In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown."

“Sometimes, to solve a case, you have to solve another.”

“Don’t Talk Out Loud. You Lower The IQ Of The Whole Street."

“If you want to be snarky, at least do the research!”

“Memories can resurface. Wounds can reopen. The roads we walk have demons beneath. And yours have been waiting for a very long time.”

"Don't be alarmed. It is to do with sex."

“Sex doesn’t alarm me.”

"Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing."

"I hope you'll be very happy You deserve it. After all, not all men you fall for can turn out to be sociopaths."

"I'm not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research."

‘It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.’

“I’m an army doctor, which means I could break every bone in your body while naming them.”

‘I am the last and highest court of appeal in detection.’

“No no no no no, if you don’t stop prying… I’ll burn you. I will burn.. the heart out of you.”-

“Stress can ruin every day of your life. Dying can only ruin one.”

“The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege.”

‘I listen to their story, they listen to my comments, and then I pocket my fee.’

“Just tea, for me. Thanks.”

- ‘I think that there are certain crimes which the law cannot touch, and which therefore, to some extent, justify private revenge.

“I can’t make bricks without clay.”

"I don't have friends, I've just got one."

"Everybody dies. It’s the one thing human beings can be relied upon to do."

“You can’t set a trap without bait.”

“Work is the best antidote to sorrow.”

‘Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.’

"I'm in shock. Look, I've got a blanket!"

It is my business to know what other people don’t know.’

“Did you miss me?”

I always hear 'punch me in the face' when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext."

‘It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.’

"It's the frailty of genius. it needs an audience."

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.”

‘I never make exceptions. An exception disproves the rule.’

‘There is nothing new under the sun. It has all been done before.’

‘When a doctor does go wrong, he is the first of criminals. He has the nerve and he has the knowledge.’

"...Murder. Sorry, did I say murder? I meant to say marriage. But, you know, they're quite similar procedures when you think about it. The participants tend to know each other and it's over when one of them's dead."

"Oh, hell! What does that matter? So we go round the Sun! If we went round the Moon, or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn’t make any difference."

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