#but I don't think they'd be malicious towards you for being with him

[cerise-on-top]

Can i request fluff alphabet with graves? I dont mind what letters you do x

Hey! I did the first eight letters of the alphabet!

Fluff Alphabet for Graves

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

If it was up to him, then he’d go grilling with you every day. Loves teaching you how to barbecue, telling you about how hot the grill should be, what its components are, how long the meat and sausages should be on the iron, that sort of stuff. Graves also loves inviting his Shadows to a barbecue as well. That way he gets to unwind with you and them and you get to know the people he works with. Those are the small celebrations he looks forward to the most.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

On the one hand, he loves the fact that you’re independent and can go a long time without him. It’s necessary since he’s away a lot of the time. On the other hand, he does love how dependent you can be on him. Even just the small stuff gets to him, such as you having forgotten your wallet and wanting some ice cream, or you leaning into him for comfort when you’re watching a scary movie together. Yes, he loves you, but he also loves it when you need him. You’re his world, and he’s yours. He’s the big, strong man in your relationship and he’ll protect you from everything there may be.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

I feel as though he’d try to give you some unsolicited advice. You’re more than welcome to tell him to shut up, though. But other than that, he’ll try to crack some jokes here and there to get you to smile again. Also not above cuddling you and holding you close to make you feel protected and loved. Your panic attack wouldn’t be the first one he’s experienced, in all honesty. Sometimes, he helps with calming down his Shadows. Will calmly talk to you, play some games to help you get your mind off things as well. Will breathe with you too, if you’re okay with that.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

If it was up to him, then you’d be living on a ranch together. He grew up on one in Texas and sometimes wants to go back to that life. Just you being surrounded by cattle, sheep, horses and other kinds of animals. You’d have a nice German shepherd together and would tend to the animals together. Of course, he wouldn’t give up his PMC either, but he can dream about that sort of future. He doesn’t think it would ever become reality anyway. However, as long as he gets to spend his future with you, he’s happy.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He leans more towards being the dominant person in your relationship, but he can be passive at times as well. Usually has his hand on you somewhere as well as an act of dominance. Loves having you sit on his lap too, sometimes even in public when there are no chairs. People should know that you’re together and that he’s the one protecting you. He’s more than happy to consider your suggestions, but it’s usually him who decides where you end up going. Especially if you’re indecisive.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He’d be somewhat petty and resentful, but he wouldn’t let it out on you. He wouldn’t really let it out on anyone, he’s far too mature for that. However, you’d have to apologize to him for him to forgive you. As long as you’re being nice about it, he will. It’s rare for him to apologize unless he’s truly hurt you. When he was in the wrong about some fact he’ll usually ignore it. When he fights he gets a bit louder, his accent becomes a bit stronger, but that’s it. He won’t call you anything mean, but it will be known that he’s upset with you.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s pretty grateful. Not as much as other people, though. He doesn’t always consider everything you’re doing for him. Not that he takes it for granted either, far from it, but he just doesn’t always think when he doesn’t need to. However, generally speaking, he is grateful for what you do for him. Will show it by either taking you on a nice date to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go, or by taking care of your home in your stead for a while. You, too, deserve to have a day off from it all, after all.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There are plenty of things he doesn’t tell you. Sure, it may seem like he’s very open about his job, but you’ll always get the feeling he’s not being entirely honest with you. However, aside from job related things, he’s a very honest man. While he may sugarcoat some things for you sometimes, he will tell you pretty much everything. You can ask him about any personal detail and there’s a good chance he’ll tell you about it. In fact, I encourage you to do so, Graves enjoys talking about himself to you. Ask him about his plans for you and him and he’ll get quite sappy too and won’t stop talking for an hour.

#cod #cod x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #I want Graves to grill for me. he'd be really good at it as well and can make just about anything on the grill #I just know he makes the most delicious burgers and knows where to get the best burger sauce #he's a proud American therefore he loves his burgies and will indulge in them with you and his Shadows #you will also be fairly close to his Shadows because he loves you and he loves them #I once saw a post that said something along the lines of Shadow Company being one huge poly group #I love that HC so much. like hell yeah they all cuddle whenever they can and goof around with each other #and I do believe the Shadows would adopt reader as well #you'll be an honorary part of Shadow Company as soon as you're in a relationship with Graves #not even Graves has a say in the matter #another HC I have is that plenty of Shadows actually have a huge crush on him #and I am not projecting here (totally not) #but I don't think they'd be malicious towards you for being with him #as mentioned before: it's one huge poly group. a Shadow or two might hug you at some point too #they're all just very friendly with each other. I love Shadow Company being a bunch of rowdy goofs. I love them

[bunny-yan]

how would your yandere's feel about a male reader? 🐸

most of my stories, unless specified otherwise, have gender-neutral readers so male or female, it doesn't really matter to them.

the dynamics might change depending on which yan you mean. Idris would only have more opportunities to take advantage of a male darling, asking for sleepovers or for you to join him in baths in your younger years. if anyone had an issue with a male concubine, they'd become the pig's supper.

Sax would follow you into bathrooms, using every opportunity to make you uncomfortable by glancing over your shoulder to comment on what you're packing or playing into your possible fears of being ostracized if you were to have an openly gay relationship at your current high school. the bullying would mainly be targeted towards you and while Sax doesn't like other people talking about what's his, it is nice to slowly isolate you from the rest of the school leaving you only him to rely on.

Our fan yan would probably ramble all the time, comparing your bodies and while you would still be an untouchable idol in his eyes, some unsavory behavior might rear its head since he'd reason that it's okay since you're both guys.

i also think it would be interesting to explore yans who are homophobic despite clearly being attracted to you and using you as a punching bag when they can't help the homoerotic dreams they have of you or those who might not be malicious but are clearly in denial about the way they swing, slowly doing things that wouldn't really be considered "appropriate" for two regular totally heterosexual guy friends, but i'm not there quite yet.

Just a couple of examples, but if you want anything more specific, don't hesitate to ask. I've already had a couple of requests for female darlings, so it'll be no problem at all.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere male #ask #gn reader #male reader #male darling #yandere king #yandere delinquent #yandere fan

[viburnt]

Heyyy loved your Izuku story, made me want to request one with the prompt "How could I do that to him/her?" Maybe someone is flirting with adult Izuku but he already has a partner and is very loyal OR maybe having an interview where the host makes a joke/insinuation he should go and take advantage that he is famous to meet many more people

Whatever you prefer 💖thank you

I hope I managed to convey the feelings you expected, Anon! Have some loyal dog Izuku *smooch* Also Pro-hero!Izuku is a smart crowd pleaser, he knows how to play his cards and outsmart malicious people. Also you didn't specify any gender so I went with gender neutral.

-Viburnt

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 || 𝐓.𝐕 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬

— Welcome, everyone! Today, we're here with Japan's latest big shot and number one pro-hero, Deku! We are so excited that you were able to have some time for us, darling.— The model serving as a hostess said, her body language exaggerated, and her outfit provocative to gauge higher ratings for the show.

Izuku hadn't really planned to participate in the program, but after you convinced him to do so, he agreed; you'd always supported his career, so you encouraged him to engage with his fans often.

Izuku just wished it had been with a less slimy host, feeling uncomfortable with the frequent lascivious looks the model would throw at him.

—Thank you for having me.— The man said with his classic charming smile. —It's a pleasure to be here with you guys.

—Say, Deku, you've become quite an icon lately. Your popularity is almost as high as mine!— The woman joked, eliciting a slight laugh from the live public. —Have you grown used to being a groundbreaker?

Midoriya bashfully looked at her, feeling her eyes checking him out from head to toe as she spoke.

—Well, the hero life is a difficult path, I have to admit that.— He started, trying to formulate an answer that would suffice. —But it's something I love, and I'm trying to be the best at it.

The model nodded in understanding, allowing her hand to roam to the muscles of his arm.

—Absolutely! We are very alike in that aspect, you know?— She commented, giving a slight squeeze to his biceps. It was getting on Izuku's nerves. —It wouldn't be too far-fetched to be together as a couple.— He heard her say with a wink, the audience having mixed reactions to her blatant flirting.

—Don't you think we'd make a picture-perfect power couple?

Midoriya felt disgust towards the hostess, feeling overwhelmed by her constant indecency. "Talk about basking in reflected glory," he thought, wishing he could get away from her.

—Haha, well, I appreciate your interest, but I'm afraid I'm not available.— He answered with an unfaltering grin; even if it hadn't been long since he had first debuted as a pro-hero, he'd learnt a thing or two about managing his looks while facing the public eye.

The model pouted, pressing the matter even more.

— Just think of the headlines! We could be an 'it' couple.— She added to her desperate attempt to convince him. —Besides, wouldn't you prefer to change your old partner for a brand new model? You'd be the envy of your colleagues.

The public awkwardly laughed at the hostess' behavior. It was funny the first time, they'd guessed, but after a while, it just felt uncomfortable– Even they could sense the uneasiness in Izuku through his charismatic facade.

—How could I do that to them?— Midoriya answered, shaking his head. —I love my partner; they are the best. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

A loud wave of clapping and cheering soared after his answer, moved by the vulnerability and sweetness behind those words. Izuku swore he'd heard a man scream "I love you" at him.

—Hey, baby, if you are watching the show like you promised, wait for me for dinner.— Izuku said to one of the cameras, referring to you as he took his leave from the scene.

For a few weeks, the whole interview fiasco had spread on every social media platform, but every single post had one thing in common: they all agreed that Izuku was loyal to you.

#my hero academia #bnha #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku bnha #deku x reader #anon #bnha ask

[doe-writes-stuff]

It would be amazing if you could write a Daryl Dixon x FEM!reader we're she knew Rick since they were kids and Rick has always thought of y/n as being weak and fragile then when she meets Daryl she sees that she can be herself and it turns out that she's a badass walker killer that takes no one's BS. Sorry for ranting, I've just been thinking about this for a looong time 🥲

I will certainly try! Hopefully this turns out as you'd hoped <3 This is my first request for this fandom and I'm truthfully a little nervous, hehe, but please enjoy!

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, blood, swearing.

The camp was abuzz. Jittery. Nervous. Understandable, given the circumstances.

Preparations were being made to head back into the heart of Atlanta's downtown where they'd originally gone looking for supplies. All this for a bag of guns and to rescue a man that only one other member of the camp really cared about. Merle could fight, could use a gun and hunt for food as well as Daryl, sure, but most of the time the fighting was likely towards other survivors rather than the dead things trying to eat you all for their next meal.

It seemed more trouble than it was worth, this whole idea. Several of the others said as much. Seeing Daryl's venomous reaction to that particular sentiment was understandable. If it were your brother, no matter how much of an asshole he was, you'd be just as pissed off. But no one was asking your opinion...

Well, other than Rick.

Idly carving the end of a stick into a sharp point with the pocket knife you'd found, the sound of his footsteps approached. Looking up, you see him eyeing you with concern. "You alright?"

"Sure." You shrug. "Everything's just a little tense is all."

"Yeah, I've noticed that." His gaze flits around to sweep over the others, narrowed in a squint as he sighed. For several seconds, he was silent, pondering what to say.

Spotting Glenn and Daryl loading up the van that would take you back to the city, you have an idea as to what Rick wanted to discuss. And your guess ends up being right.

"You know why I gotta go back-"

You wave away the rest of whatever he was going to say with the stick in your hand. "Rick, it's me you're talking to. Don't have to explain anything at all. I'm not gonna question what your gut is telling you."

"I...I left him up there." He went on, as if he hadn't heard you. "He had it comin,' you should've seen the way he was actin' on that roof, Y/N. He was a danger. But...we left him there, and that's on me. I can't accept that."

"Then you have to do what's right for your own conscience, Rick." You explain, giving him the validation he seemed to be needing. "I understand."

"Lori doesn't quite see it that way." He mumbles, shifting with his hands on his hips and turning his head towards the ground. "I know she's thinkin' about Carl, but-"

"I'm not your marriage councilor. Or your wife. So...can't help you there. Sorry." You offer a slanted smile, making sure he knew you didn't mean the words maliciously. Not that you were worried too much--you and Rick had shared a teasing friendship for longer than you could remember--but so much had changed between then and now.

He reciprocates the smile, but it's a pale comparison to that easy grin you were so familiar with. "Gettin' shot felt simpler than this."

You kick at the dirt in mock irritation. "Hey, easy on the jokes. I just found out yesterday you weren't dead, or worse. I'm still recovering from shock here."

A huffed laugh escapes him, and he nods slowly. "Right. Sorry."

With Rick here now, your closest friend since you were learning to spell your name at the age of six, that tension settling in over the camp was getting to you too.

Rick had always been the one to stick up for you, to watch your back when others sought to take advantage of your rather meek nature. To protect you when the going got tough. He was more-so an older brother figure than a friend, at this point. Overprotective and in many ways a mentor. It was the reason you knew he'd always make a great sheriff when he went off to the police academy.

In some ways, you agreed with Lori. Seeing him leave after just having found out he was alive...hell, it stung. Carl just got his father back. Lori, her husband. Leaving now and risking that good fortune seemed stupid. But while you'd never say Rick only made smart decisions, he made the morally good ones. And you couldn't fault him that.

Several loud honks cut through the relative silence at the camp, drawing both your attentions. Daryl shouted for the others to get a move on, making it blatantly clear that he wasn't waiting around any longer to find his brother. You stood, meeting Rick's eyes with a deadly seriousness that made him raise his eyebrows.

"Come back alive. For Carl, and for Lori."

"Yes, ma'am." He says, nodding towards Shane who was clearly unhappy with everything that was going on. He'd been perhaps the most vocal of how stupid he thought this course of action was. "Anything happens, stick close to Shane. He'll protect you, make sure you're safe. Ok? I'll worry about you less while I'm gone that way."

Ah, there was his overprotectiveness kicking in. Always looking out for you. Always keeping you safe and sound. When once that would have felt comforting, this time it just made you wince. But you hide the reaction with a lopsided smile and a nod towards the van, where a clearly even more agitated Daryl and about to blow a gasket if they didn't get a move on.

"You'd better go."

"Right."

And with a tip of his hat, he turns away and heads to the van.

It nags at you for the rest of the day.

"Stick close to Shane. He'll protect you, make sure you're safe."

You know Rick meant it in a kind way, that he was just looking out for you and worrying about your well-being, but ever since the dead started to rise, the sheer uselessness you'd felt had only grown worse. What good were you to the camp if you didn't pull your weight? You whittled moodily at the sticks around your camp chair, sharpening them into deadly points.

All your life you'd been coddled by those who wanted to protect you, stepping in before anything could happen to you for fear of injury or insult. Everyone was always concerned and worried about 'poor, innocent Y/N, unable to stand up for herself.' And for the longest time, you were content with that. Life was made easy, and you coasted along with little issue. Jobs, friends, problems...they all felt like a breeze.

But it also gave you so little control over your own life. You couldn't step in and do things how you'd like to. Everyone else always felt they knew best, felt they had to step in, even if you insisted against it. Even into your adult years, there was always that feeling that people treated you like a child. Preferring to be a quiet person, you'd struggled with finding your voice all this time.

A couple empowerment classes here, and a self-defense class there did help your internal feeling of accomplishment, but seeing as you never found the opportunity to use them before everything collapsed, the effort felt moot.

There was one thing you knew. The world had changed in drastic, terrible ways. It only made sense you had to change with it.

Any of your interactions with the belligerent and quite surly Daryl Dixon really sold the concept. A man so capable, practically made for this new version of life, never offered you the time of day. Never bothered wasting his time getting to know you, hearing your opinions, just acknowledging your general existence.

The way his eyes had dismissed you before ever having spoken a word to you at all, or his passive aggressive remarks that 'you best mind your business' every time you tried to help with something that wasn't classified as safe, menial labor around the camp. It was infuriating, and Daryl never appeared to give a shit how you felt about it.

You hated him. You respected him. In some ways...you appreciated him.

He didn't coddle you. Just made it blatantly clear that he didn't think you were any use. In so many words, sometimes. The words out of Daryl's mouth were always unfiltered. Hard, ugly truth dripped from each and every syllable. And there was no Rick to stand up for you this time. The resentment you suspected he harbored for you--for some useless, meek, pathetic woman who wouldn't last a day out there without someone to protect her--was palpable.

Every scowl, or glare, seemed to add another log to the fire flaring to life deep in your chest. The pilot light had always been lit, but it wasn't until now that it really began to spark. You hated feeling like you were more of a hinder than a help to these people. You hated it. Because eventually, your dependence on everyone else would get someone killed. And that was something you couldn't live with.

So as you sat there, carving little spikes from branches, keeping to yourself, you decided one thing: No more 'sweet, little Y/N.'

The end of the world would be your new baptism of fire, burning away the old you and setting the foundations for who you'd need to become to survive and protect others.

And when the opportunity arose, you'd show them all what you were made of.

Night fell, and your chance came sooner than you'd ever have anticipated.

A good old fashioned fish fry was exactly what you all needed after such a tense day, and hopefully would take those minds off who were waiting for loved ones to return from the city. You're not sure whose idea it had been, but you figured they were damn smart.

People smiled. They even laughed, talking amongst themselves around the flickering light and warmth of the campfire. Dale's awkward attempt at levity included. With good food and company, any bad day could be turned around for the better. You saw evidence of that right here and now. You found yourself smiling too.

Just as things were looking up-

A scream.

Amy.

The tentative peace was shattered within seconds. You feel like your heart leaps into your throat at the sound of the first guttural, dead groans. Walkers. They were here.

Survivors stood to their feet in a cacophony of yelling and panicked screaming. Shane's booming order to get down came barely a beat before the crack of his shotgun took down the first walker approaching.

Your mind spun, eyes searching around for any sign of a weapon. The branch you'd carved earlier into a sharp spike sat a few feet away where you'd stuck it into the ground beside the fire. With a yank and a grunt, you pulled it free and turned to where the walkers had shown up.

"Stay behind me!" Shane shouted. You hesitated, torn between following his order and doing as Rick had asked you to do, or finally taking your life into your own hands and proving how capable you were.

Now or never.

Ignoring Shane, who was busy obliterating the dead that came too close to him, you ran towards the RV where Amy had been, improvised weapon in hand. His admonishing yell to get back where you were was also ignored.

Everything was chaos, and in the darkness it was difficult to tell who was what. But the shambling of the corpses was unmistakable, and you set all reservations aside. The closest walker spotted you and reached out to grab you with its filthy hands, but you were ready. Winding back, the spike stabs down straight into the walker's head.

You flinch at the cold blood that splatters back into your face. But it was surprisingly less disgusting than you were worrying it would be. Yanking your spike out of it's head, it dropped to the ground in a heap, and you were already on the move to get the next one.

It wasn't like you weren't afraid--in fact, you were petrified--but the need to survive and to protect the others outweighed anything else. And with that revelation bolstering your courage, you took control of your life for perhaps the first time.

It felt like...dancing. Smooth and coordinated. Nerves buzzed beneath your skin, adrenaline keeping you focused and on your feet.

A second walker fell, then another, under your spike. It was coated red-black with decaying blood, and you knew you probably didn't look all that great yourself, feeling the cold stickiness of it on your face and hands.

The sound of Shane's shotgun served as your background noise, accompanied with the yells of the others who'd taken up whatever they could find to fight back. Walkers groaned their terrible song of death and hunger, but they fell quieter and quieter as they fell.

And then suddenly they were all dead. It had all gone by so slow, yet so fast. Panting from exertion but nowhere near down for the count, your eyes searched around for more. There had to be more, right? But all you saw were the felled corpses, the remaining survivors who hadn't been eaten, and...Rick. The others, too, Glenn and Daryl and T-Dog. All staring.

When had they returned?

Rick approached, looking at you as if you were a stranger; cautious, maybe a little distrustful. "Y/N. You alright?" He held a hand up, as if you were wielding a weapon to harm someone.

You glanced down, seeing the blood-soaked spike in your hand. Oh. Right. You drop the spike to the dirt and face him straight.

"I'm fine, Rick. Really." And it was true. Never before had you felt such vindication, such...validation. You had proven to yourself you could do it. And you did. The liberation was enlightening.

Noticing a lack of conversation around you, your gaze sweeps past him to see that nearly everyone in camp is looking at you the same way. "What?"

"That was stupid, Y/N. Are you out of your goddamn mind?" Shane stepped up, still holding his shotgun. Frustration came off him in waves. "You could've been killed! Runnin' off into them walkers that way!"

"I'm alright." You say with a shrug.

"You were supposed to stay behind me!" He retorted, not listening in the slightest.

"Looks like she took care of 'erself just fine. Hell, took out more than you did." Daryl said, stepping up to see the aftermath of the attack. His eyes swept along the corpses, before settling on you with an appraising look. "Guess you got some fight in you after all, girl."

You manage a small smile.

"What you did, that was..." Rick gestured to the corpses littered around the camp, confusion marking the frown at his brow. "In all the years I've known you, you've always been-"

"Weak?" You guess.

He's speechless, perhaps realizing the insult he would have been presenting if he agreed. You don't blame him, though, rather just give him a slow nod. "Well...I can't be that anymore. You can't keep stepping in for me. I never got a chance to show anyone who I could be." You finish your sentence with your eyes on Rick, willing him to understand what you truly meant, and he seemed to.

He reins in whatever shock had settled in place and gives a nod. Daryl slaps your shoulder a few times before going off to make sure the dead ones were well and truly dead.

Knowing you'd earned even a modicum of respect from the redneck was surprisingly pleasant. The others began fading away to clean up and recover from the aftermath of the attack, but you stood there, taking in your handiwork with pride. One day you'd be just as dispensable as the others. And tonight had been the first step towards that.

Shaking off the thoughts, you went to help clean up the dead; both walkers and those you hadn't been in time to save.

It would be a long night.

#daryl dixon #ask #askbox #anon #scenario #request #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x reader #fem reader #twd

[yanderes-galore]

DBD Jake Park romantic concept!!!

I'd love to! Jake is such a cool character :) His lore is nice to listen to. Basic, but fitting. I hope I'm doing better when conveying a yandere survivor now- I tried to see what I could do with this one.

Yandere! Jake Park Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Family trouble briefly mentioned, Jake's hesitant at first, Violence, Jealousy, Protective behavior, Stalking implied, Blood, Dubious relationship, Jake's a twisted family man.

Jake's backstory before being sent to the realm is actually a bit upsetting.

It's nothing too traumatic but it really shows his character in my eyes.

He originally held resentment towards his family and decided to live in the woods.

He learned to hunt and track, good skills that can help him in trials.

The moment he realized he should let go of his resentment and choose family, the moment he decides to go home, he never gets there.

He's taken to the Entity's Realm before he can see them again.

Jake is one of the original survivors in the realm.

He has some of the most experience and can be helpful to his team.

Used to tracking animals he is stealthy in trials.

Killers often realize their hooks are sabotaged before they even see him.

He has useful survival skills.

His darling would either also be a survivor around as long as him, like Dwight, Meg, and Claudette.

That or you're a new survivor he feels he can teach to thrive here.

The issue yandere survivors have is they aren't very threatening half the time.

They can't harm killers, but I imagine they'd be able to harm other survivors.

Not everyone works with each other so there would be possible squabbles and fights, verbal and physical.

It's what would happen in a situation like this whenever a new survivor is introduced in my eyes.

Jake typically remains calm, although he has fight in him.

Jake grows attached to his darling as he probably yearns for some sort of family.

He feels horrible that he never got to make up with his family before being brought here.

Truthfully, even with his family conflict, he's always been one to choose family over anything.

As he grows closer to his darling, trials bringing you closer due to the amount of teamwork required to survive them, he sees you as family.

Especially with his growing romantic feelings.

He may never see his old one again, a fact that brings sorrow to his heart.

As a result he starts thinking that he should see the survivors here as family.

Everyone's trying to survive here, everyone has the same goal, he gets attached to them.

Jake's the most attached to Dwight, Meg, Claudette, and you.

He sees this close circle as a family of his the most.

Jake would be hesitant to show his darling affection at first.

He thinks he loves you but he's been alone for a long time, he hasn't even had a partner before.

Jake would take it slow.

He wants to get a feel for you first before trying anything too intense.

He may shuffle closer to you at the campfire, make attempts at holding your hand, softly lean against you...

He isn't forceful.

Jake does small things you can easily back out of at first.

When you don't show negativity towards this he assumes you're comfortable enough with him to continue his obsession.

So you had opportunities to avoid any violence caused by his obsession.

His stealth could make him a skilled stalker, his ability to sabotage is also helpful to him in his obsession against killers and survivors.

Jake doesn't like the idea of being purposefully malicious to have you.

He likes things happening naturally, although he will put his foot down if someone steps in the way of his chances.

For example, if another survivor was showing interest in you, Jake would step in.

He'd at first make it seem like you're not interested, if that doesn't work then Jake will make it known that he likes you.

Jake would use violence if he had to.

I can imagine all the wilderness training would make him capable in defending himself.

Jake doesn't mind using his fists to fight anybody who won't back down.

The blood coating his jacket doesn't matter to him.

The survivor he beat up will be fine, he can't die.

Jake's clothing always had a bit of blood on it anyways, it just usually was his own.

Jake will admit when he fights over you he's a bit possessive.

He's been working hard to make a relationship with you, the idea of someone walking in and ruining it makes his blood boil.

You're meant to be with him! Who do they think they are!?

Jake would work hard to protect you in trials like many other survivors.

He'd help with generators, sneakily follow you in trials, and sabotage the killer if you're about to be hooked.

He may even sabotage other survivors to help your survival chance near the end of the match.

While Jake can manipulate his surroundings and sacrifice others for you, he'd do his best to make sure you're never hurt.

Even with blood on his skin and clothes and a bitterness towards other survivors... he would never hurt you.

He's so stealthy with what he does to have you that you may even begin to date him before catching sight of his red flags.

By then it's too late to back out.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd jake park #yandere jake park

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

1,2,3,21,23 for Nacht please.

Nacht!!! Certainly flamelet ^^

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Hmmm... I would say that overall I like Nacht. He's an interesting character, and one that has a complicated "inner world". What I mean to say is that when we first see him, he's this mysterious, smiling, but brutal (by saying what he thinks without caring for anyone else) person, who 'hides in the shadows'. But little by little we see more of him, and see why he has wound into the situation that he's in. The guilt he feels is more than evident, and we learn that he has a lot of resentment, but perhaps also jealousy towards Yami for having been more of a friend, a closer person, with Morgen. Not that Nacht seemed to seek together spent time with Morgen back when they where young, prior to the tragedy. Nacht clearly loathes himself for what he did, but has found other people to blame, along with himself. And it's manifesting in a lot of ways, and overall creates a character who is fun to play around with.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That he's a complicated character, despite seeming simple on the surface. He's like an... onion. There are a lot of layers, and someone might cry when you open more and more of them. Chances are that it's Nacht, at least internally, but the point is that there is a lot in him to explore. I don't think there's a particular event in canon that I prefer with him. There's certainly a lot of memorable scenes, such as the death of Morgen, Nacht learning that he's the most "suitable" head of the House of Faust, and his entrance into the series. His design is also very edgy, which is fun. I think he's not that "cool" though. It's the kind of "cool" that appeals to teens typically, but I can't say the same about myself. The kind of edgy emo who seems to be mean to people and "I don't care who is hurt by what I say" -type of a thing. But once you learn that it's partly due to his self-blame and insecurities, and not just for the show of it, it seems to fit him.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Well, because his poor life choices add to him being an interesting character, I suppose I'm most annoyed by the fact that we don't know much about his time in Spade, or the real reasons why he chose to go there as a spy. So far, I think we just know that he was a spy, but most other things are speculations; educated guesses if you will. I want to know more about him, and it's frustrating not to know.

21. If you’re a fic writer and have written for this character, what’s your favorite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What’s something you don’t like?

Show his emotions. Talk about his emotions, and put him into places and situations where he has to come face to face with himself. This can ofc be done via just Nacht himself, via canon charcaters or ocs/x readers. But. While I enjoy having him self-reflect, I also want to give him some comfort, some forgiveness, someone to tell him that while he needs to own up to the mistakes he made, he also needs to let go of the hate and the guilt for himself and move on with his life. Because Nacht isn't a bad person. Though one might argue against. To me, he's just more... troubled. He's burdened by his guilt, but can't seem to forgive himself either. He's essentially at a loss. What to do. What to think. He's just continuing forward and waiting for something he could do, in order to be absolved, somehow. And that's what he was doing during the Spade Arc, when he was planning on imprisoning himself into that spell forever, doomed to run away from devils until they'd manage to kill him. If death would exist in that space. And what I don't like, is writing him as a malicious asshole. As in, there certainly can be themes that mimic those a lot. And he can certainly be very frank, cruel even with his words, but he doesn't seem like someone who'd seek the suffering of others. That is to say, that I don't see him going around and being mean just for the sake of being mean, or saying anything to anyone if there really is no point in it. So, he's not a malicious asshole in a lot of ways. To me at least. He might seem like it on the surface for sure, but... that's not who he is

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Either of these two

#black clover #nacht faust #ask game #anon flamelets

[like-rain-or-confetti]

I love henchwoman crushes so here's another. They're both in some apartment because they think the owner has something they need. While looking around crush says "I don't see anything bos-.... what the fuck? " while walking to the room. They go to see what she found and the room is plastered with Y/N photos from hiding (the owner of the apartment is a stalker). Y/N is clearly uncomfortable. 

Riddler, Scarecrow, MD, T-F, BM

It's assumed when breaking into someone's home that you are the threat. What if instead you have slipped into a trap?

The Riddler: That got his attention. He entered the room and was surprised to be faced with you...a lot of you. So much you. He snapped out of his daze before pushing you towards the door. "Out! Out!" He closed the door behind him. "And people say I'm the weird one." He said to himself as he looked around the room. He decided to leave things as his but left a note on the back of a photograph on the desk. "Don't look. Don't touch. Not yours. ?" If this individual was any decent at their hobby or even didn't live under a rock. They'd know who it's from. Secretly hopes they don't heed the warning. He's already making riddles. Is also very quick to get you out of there, not wanting you in there very long at all.

Scarecrow: This kind of thing is practically his playground. He's analysing the room almost immediately. "Stand outside." He said softly as he looked at the walls that were littered with Polaroids of your face. High-school pictures, graduations, birthdays. The subjects got worse as they had less context. Pictures through windows, pictures of you at work, sleeping. Close up shots of your face. It was bizarre to watch a sociopath be so immersed in a stalkers lair. You didn't know what freaked you out more. Jonathan finally turned to you. "I'll take care of this."

Mad Hatter: "My little bunny...I do not find this funny." Jervis clenched his jaw with a steel gaze. He feigned his usual cheery smile the moment you looked at him. "Not to worry, my sweet. I assure you this will be beat!" He has 'the other rabbits' destroy the room. Then he and two of his henchmen stayed behind, waiting for this stalker to return. The others are ordered to get you home. All the while, he his cheerful smile turned into a malicious grin.

Two-Face: "Well someone's a fan..." Two-Face said mostly to himself. He noticed how panic began to take hold of you and lightly touched your arm. "You don't have to worry." Harvey began. "We'll handle this." Harv' finished. "They've been taking my things, I thought I just misplaced and lost them." You shuddered. "Take 'em back. Put 'em in your bag." Two-Face replied. They'll be siz feet under by the end of the week and that's at the very latest. We'll have the boys take care of it."

Black Mask: He followed you into the room before stepping by you to get a closer look. Well he can't have this can he? He makes a pretty apparent statement by trashing the room. This individual has made their way up Roman's hit list. Oh will this individual suffer. He'll be back for this individual but his attention turns to you. You were clearly uncomfortable, not only that, you seemed scared. Roman didn't like that. "Hey. Look at me!" He roughly lifted your chin to meet his gaze. "You don't have to worry about this. I got it handled. Got it?" Roman Sionis the definition of being aggressive and trying to be comforting...you'll get used to it.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #request #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #mad hatter #jervis tetch

[dodgebolts]

What exactly would you say were the problems with mcc as opposed to this event? Like how could noxcrew fix mcc?

First off, the events are just completely different in structure—MCC is a team-based game with a rotating slate of minigames that's for the most part a monthly event, whereas Squidcraft is a free-for-all that takes place once a year and has a new slate of events from year to year. I don't think Noxcrew can do much in that regard to 'fix things' other than introduce more games? However, I'm fully aware of how much time and effort that takes to do, and since because they're not actually paid anything to run the event I have no expectations for them to do so. So on the Noxcrew side of things? Not much LOL

My criticisms are levied more towards the community—I've been a Dream in MCC enjoyer for a long time, and there's always been quite a bit of animosity and hostility towards him. At the beginning (say MCC6-MCC13) I think that there was at least some basis for it, he was much more loose-lipped and brash with his criticisms and I'll be the first to admit that he was a little annoying sometimes. But that came with unwarranted things like people literally inventing tiers just to keep him away from the community's golden boy S-tiers, and it often just felt like he was othered from the community because he brought a competitiveness people weren't ready to face despite. yk. it being a competitive tournament.

Also, during mcc's return, 2021 dttwt had a lot of ppl who were nasty and annoying and incited mcc drama just to fight about it (I'd been on the receiving end of it a few times trust me LOL). So those two things combined soured the general mcc community towards Dream and everything only snowballed from there. For instance, MCC14 was a DISASTER for the green guardians and right after, people on the reddit didn't even stop to go "hey, maybe he had an off event, he's just some guy after all" and instead went Okay Well he underperformed he should be demoted a tier immediately, and it was incredibly frustrating as someone who knew that his performance was a one-off. Thankfully he went on to back-to-back win the next two events but demotion never left the realm of discussion—not to mention that mcc days just became a cesspool on twitter, people across the board talking shit about how the dteam made mcc too sweaty or how the hermits were being boring and should get better at pvp etc and it was just. not fun to be part of the community.

That all spilled over into Dream needing to be incredibly careful with his words, setting boundaries about not harassing Scott/Noxcrew, softening every criticism with praise so that dttwt wouldn't get up in arms about a non-issue all while ALSO having to retain his reputation with the redditors so that he wouldn't be tossed to the side the second he underperformed. That is to say, it felt stressful to be a fan, and in some mcc's he ended stream bowing under the pressure, apologizing for underperforming or not winning when it wasn't something that I think most of his viewers cared about, and it just made some mcc days feel like a downer because he couldn't just let himself have fun, he had to be the diplomat towards everyone.

This event, on the other hand, just felt a lot more welcoming. Partially, I think that's because of the fact that it's a FFA instead of a team tournament, but it's also just that it didn't feel like anyone was coming into the day with malicious intent nor odds stacked against him, and there were very few expectations of him other than "woah that's Dream the best minecrafter in the world he seems like a cool dude" where ppl acknowledged he was just some guy who's good at the game. He didn't need to be diplomatic per se, he could just be his corny, teasing self towards people like Spreen and Rubius and no one would have started a hate campaign towards him because they'd take it in jest, and he didn't have any statisticians to perform incredibly well for either. It was p obvious he wasn't nearly as wired as he normally is during mcc and it made it so much more fun that he could perform without the pressure we normally see him under. He was just hanging with his friends, being a goofball towards strangers, and having fun fucking around! Which, with the multifaceted pressure during MCC, just isn't possible.

disclaimer this is completely from the perspective of someone who has primarily watched Dream (and his close friends) for mcc since 2020 so these criticisms center around him !! so it's not really a general thing

#long post #tldr it's complicated. there is no static set of fixes that could be pulled off to make it enjoyable w the different formats imo #it's just a snowball of a bunch of different things that make mc.c kinda miserable as as dream liker compared to a fresh new event like thi #and don't get me wrong I still adore mc.c and am incredibly grateful for the memories I've made watching it for the past 3ish years #but I had more fun watching this event and blogging w dtblr than I have in ages watching mc.c #probably because I didn't have to worry about community fallout or sit with bated breath hoping twt didn't overreact about smth #plus he and the people around him genuinely seemed to be having a ton of fun so that helped a lot too :D #lyss answers #anon tag #sc2 #lyss.mcc

[quanblovk]

The greatest warrior in the galaxy goes shopping with the shadow of the greatest swordsman.

▪︎Prologue

▪︎Chapter 1: A mysterious encounter!

▪︎Chapter 2: Shadow Cashier Dee's fate.

▪︎Chapter 3: A new friend or foe?

▪︎Chapter 4: Shopping spree!

Throughout Dark Meta Knight's life, he had never experienced anything like this before. Nobody had ever held his hand and invited him to go shopping with them...up until now.

-reccomended reading music-

Dark Meta Knight was lost in thought, there was just too many things to consider ever since his realization earlier. Galacta Knight was the key to the completion of his project and he needed to play his cards right. Even if that includes temporarily masquerading as Meta Knight's brother and going on this shopping trip with him. Usually this would annoy him but strangely, it didn't. Rather, it was amusing to see how the temporal warrior acted towards him, not to mention those snacks look awfully delicious...was pocky supposed to have that many flavors?

And was he still holding hands with Galacta Knight the entire time? The dark knight looked down and confirmed his suspicion then quietly pulled his arm away. He still wasn't used to such physical affection, it made him.....recall too many unnecessary memories.

"So, if you don't mind me intruding on your personal business, what happened between you and your brother?"

"We had a fight, that's all."

Maybe it was a mistake to lie about this matter, but it was much more convenient than explaining how he was Meta Knight's mirror counterpart. That would've made things too complicated and wasted too much of his time.

"So...physical or verbal?"

".....both."

"Oh...were you mad at him?" Galacta Knight asks as he comedically pushes as much pocky into the red basket as he could. Dark Meta Knight just stares, choosing to not question the other's actions.

"I-....I don't..know."

"...was he mad at you?"

"Definitely." The knight scoffs.

"Hm, that's unusual. I've never heard of Meta Knight being so angry. There's still so many things about that guy that I don't know...*sigh*."

Meta Knight.........When they first met, what was he truly feeling? It had been so long since they fought, so it was hard to recall. The feeling of immense bloodlust was clear but...was he angry at Meta Knight? Did he really hate him that badly? Despite him enjoying picking fights with his counterpart, he never felt it as something truly malicious. When Dark Mind ordered him to "get rid" of Meta Knight, the dark knight merely followed it just to fight him. Once he had his fill, he would kick his counterpart into some random mirror and shatter it to please his "boss". Indeed, they had a fight. But it was more of a mock battle than anything. Not to mention Dark Meta Knight wasn't fully conscious back then. When Dark Mind's influence corrupted the mirror, its residents were nothing but a husk of their former selves, including the knight himself. Their souls were replaced with fragments of his evil, completely transforming their original function. Instead of good wishes and dreams, they'd reflect the most awful, vile features of their counterparts. They could only act based off what consists of their personality traits, unable to truly think of themselves. To think....he and his crew nearly didn't suffer the same fate and was somehow kept conscious enough to do Dark Mind's bidding-

"Hello? Earth to....oh right, you never told me your name."

And he lost his train of thought.

"...just call me Dark Meta Knight, that's what everyone does."

"Hmmmm...you have to stand up for yourself, you know?"

Galacta Knight picks up the basket and turns to the dark knight, giving him a sympathetic look. This heavily confused him, why is he looking at him with those eyes? What's wrong with that nickname? Was it too blunt?

"I mean, if you let everyone think you're just his shadow, wouldn't that make you sad?"

"What?"

""Dark Meta Knight", I don't like that name."

The warrior huffs and crosses his arms in a rather silly manner. Was he....pouting?

"It just implies that you're some evil twin, that you're just the complete opposite of Meta Knight."

"It won't affect me. So, I don't care."

"But I do. It's cruel."

"But It also doesn't concern you. Or...does it?" He raises an eyebrow at Galacta Knight, wondering if his nickname somehow was related to something he didn't know about.

"Of course it doesn't but...I don't want to call you that. It's degrading."

"Well maybe I deserve it. You just met me, there's a lot you don't know about me as well. I could've done terrible, evil things that a hero like you would despise. You said there was gossip about me, right? What if i did things much worse than what they speak of me?"

"Well, I also don't know if what you're saying is true so... we're even. Heh."

He groans at this warrior's attitude towards him. How could he trust him so bindly? Why was he doing this? Question for later, he should just follow along and try to think of ways to rope the conversation into the jamba hearts.

-POV change: Galacta Knight-

As the two talked, they walked down many different asiles, almost covering the whole shop. This was intentional on Galacta Knight's part, as he wanted to spend as much time with Meta Knight's "brother" as possible. This mysterious stranger, claiming to be his twin. The temporal warrior heard many stories about him, especially from the Meta-Knights.

-FLASHBACK-

"Dark Meta Knight!!! That fiend!!"

"How dare he hurt our boss?!"

"That coward ambushed him too!! Doesn't he have any honor?! Yet that bastard calls himself a knight!!"

Galacta Knight could only stare far into the distance while standing on a canon placed considerably elevated platform, looking cool as they continued their chatter on the Halberd's dock.....ah...when were they going to leave? He really wants to stop standing there....it's actually pretty uncomfortable to balance on these sabatons, you know? Please leave.....leave already...........hey....don't stare at him like that. Do they want him to voice his opinion on this..."Dark Meta Knight"?

"What do you think, sir Galacta Knight? He's the worst, right?!"

Aaaaaaaaahhh please stop...please.....maybe he'll just say something really cool and fly off. Yeah, he'll do that.

"Mm, i haven't met him. So i cannot say for sure. It's rather rude to judge others based on gossip."

YES YES HE SAID IT! HE CAN LEAVE!!! Unfurling his wings, he quickly spreads them out, sending out impressively strong winds onto the dumbfounded Meta-knights and bails out. Another victory for the galactic warrior!

-FLASHBACK END-

...but he really did mean those words.

So he was going to try to get to know this knight as much as he could.

"You buy an awful lot of food..."

"Of course! It takes a lot to sustain this strong body of mine, i assume the same goes for you?"

"...Yes, that is true. Usually I would need to consume a considerable amount of food. But maxim tomatoes make up for it."

"Hm? Oh, those tomatoes? Mm, i can see. They can give you as much nutrition was 2 meals would. It is truly mystery. I also eat a few when i'm in a hurry. Usually it takes me quite a while to finish my meals."

"Really? How long does an average meal take for you?"

"About 2 hours."

"I- that's.....VERY long."

"Mhm, you have to savour each and every piece you consume. Its the joy of eating! In fact, it's one of the reasons why i bother to liv-!.....nevermind."

Probably shouldn't bring that up.

"Why? It'd all be digested anyways. It shouldn't matter how the food tastes. As long as it's edible and has enough nutrients to mantain your health."

"Hey, you wouldn't be saying that if you ate something REALLY good. Just think, what's the best thing you've eaten?"

"........maxim tomato soup cans."

"See? Th-....wait, just tomato soup? I mean, it tastes good but......the cans?"

".........I come from a place where all the best quality products were hogged by a selfish monarch. All the best chefs and cooks were forced to work for him, so I never got to experience something that had really "taste". Maxim tomato soup is the only item that had the best nutrious value. So by default, it is much better than anything else that was in store."

"What."

[-music stop-]

How dare......how dare he- how dare that selfish monarch hog all the good food! No wonder "Dark" looks so grumpy. It's because he never got to experience the pleasures of eating good food! This made the warrior extremely livid. He could never forgive that tyranical brute for causing so much suffering to his subjects.

It was unforgivable.

.

.

.

.

"Galacta Knight?"

-POV change-

Dark Meta Knight noticed a horrific change in the atmosphere. His nerves were on edge once again....did he somehow infuriate the temporal warrior? Cautiously, he took a step back, unconsciously hovering his hand above the handle of his sword. Galacta Knight's eyes were bloodshot, his entire body tensed up.

He approaches closer to Dark Meta Knight, only adding more to his caution and anxiety. Things weren't looking good at all-

"What are you doing all of the sudden? HEY-!"

Galacta Knight's hands suddenly grabbed onto his shoulders, completely surpassing his guard. This was the first time the dark knight ever let out a yelp, it was extremely humiliating. But now wasn't the time to think about that- now he couldn't draw his sword properly, he was left completely vulnerable-

"This....this is....UNFORGIVABLE!! How could that FIEND do that to his subjects?! How could you bear through it?! I understand...I understand completely. The suffering you had to go through..."

[-music start-]

".....eh?"

Soft sniffles and hiccups came through the warrior's mask...w-was he crying? This is getting more ridiculous by the minute- why would he have such- SYMPATHY for him!? It was unbearable to think that such a warrior like Galacta Knight would cry for him just because good tasing food wasn't availible for him!

"Y-you.....*sniff*....never even got to taste the wonderous foods in this galaxy...*sob*...such a cruel fate.."

"E-Enough!"

The dark knight spits out, aggresively shrugging his pauldrons to get Galacta Knight's hands off. His eyes widen in anger and confusion, looking straight at the other knight with mixed feelings.

"What does it matter?! It's just food for nova's sake! I simply cannot understand you."

Galacta Knight quickly wipes his eyes and immediately stopped shedding tears. His mood took a complete 180° turn.

"I'll show you.... All this food I bought, we'll eat it together once we're done shopping."

Why....

"You never got to eat anything better than maxim tomatoes right?"

Why....

"That can't be good for you, eating too much of one thing is never good for your health, even I know that!"

Why.

"I can't stand the thought that you never got to eat spicy curry...or wagyu steak...or coffee cake or other amazing foods!"

WHY.

"So much joy and wonder from just one bite alone, you must experience it. It's a must!"

WHY?!

Why does he CARE. Why does it MATTER SO MUCH TO HIM?! Dark Meta Knight........he didn't know....he couldn't figure out why...so he chose to stay silent, no matter how worked up he was. Getting information on the jamba hearts still remained his top priority, why did he get so....frustrated earlier? It shouldn't matter, all he had to do was to follow along. Yet....this....this bird brain- had to- No, he needed to keep his composure.

The dark knight takes a deep breath and calms down before facing Galacta Knight again.

".....fine."

The warrior's face immediately lit up, he was back to his cheerful self a few moments ago.

"You can count on me, I won't let you down."

Confidence was clear through the astral's words, as if he was sure to blow the dark knight mind away with a few snacks and sandwiches he's never tasted before. This entire ordeal was ridiculous and yet...the way the warrior looks at him somehow managed to give a part of him hope.

Hope for something new.

[-new music-]

".....don't disapppoint me..."

"Hm? What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Well alright, let us resume our little shopping trip." He lightly chuckles as he playfully nudges the other's elbow. Dark Meta Knight could only sigh in defeat once again and walks along Galacta Knight as they continue shopping.

Some time pass and they finally check out. At the counter, the two knights were met with the tired eyes of a waddle dee and one of them instantly recognized who it was.

Dark Meta Knight could only pull his cape higher. Trying desperately to blend in Galcta Knight's side to be insignificant enough to not be noticed much. This was...very awkward.

As the cashier scans the products, all the stuff they brought flood into a star cut dimensional portal at the end of the counter's conveyor belt. It was rather interesting to see. His cape also had the same function, but its storage was rather too limited to contain that much...

"That'll be........1000 coins, sir. Gee, you really bought a lot. Stocking up for the apocolypse?"

Galacta Knight only tilts his head lower in response, he would look cold but it was infinitely better than small talk, something he wasn't the greatest at.

"Not much of a talker huh? I get it, talking tires me out too sometimes."

Oh thank void Galacta Knight finished paying- he really didn't wish to face Cashier Dee any longer. The knight had to pratically bury himself in the soft feathers of Galacta Knight's wings. It was....rather pleasant actually. But now they had to leave, immediately.

As they head to the entrance, Galacta Knight returns the red shopping basket.

"What are you doing?"

"Returning the...basket?"

"You're supposed to return those?"

"...yeah? It's for the other customers to use once you're done."

"But then how would you hold your purchased items?"

"Usually you're given a bag to put your stuff in so you wouldn't need it."

"Hm, I see."

The two quickly stepped out. The purple astral took flight first and gestured the other to follow suit. Together, they flew across the skies peanut plains and reached a rather high cliffside near a forest. It was small, but big enough to support the both of them. The view provided by the cliff's height was enough to encompass the entire town, giving them something pleasant to watch as they feast upon the mountain of food products.

Galacta Knight finds a suitable place for the to sit on and lightly dusts off the rocks and other various things in the way for Dark Meta Knight to sit besides him. He comfortably opens his cape and takes a seat, leaning backwards towards the warrior's angelic wings behind him. In response, it spreads out even further and gently wrap itself against Dark Meta Knight. He immediately notices this and gets extremely flustered, but decides not to do anything about it for now.

"I can't believe i'm doing this..."

"Here, let's start off with the fruit sandwiches."

Dark Meta Knight still couldn't believe that he agreed to all of his just for information he won't even obtain for sure today. However....he never ate a fruit sandwich before. Were they supposed to be sweet as well? As Galacta Knight hands out a sandwich for him, he hestitantly reaches out and takes ahold of the product. Then, the temproral warrior takes off his mask as Dark Meta Knight holds the sandwich.

"Itadakimasu~!"

The other knight was taken aback on how quickly he ate the sandwich despite emphasizing the importance of savouring food earlier. Nevermind that, he tore open the package and carefully examined the sandwich. It looked...appetising. The strawberries were evenly spread out across the cream, the bread felt soft and cold...

Then...a bite.

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!!!!!

It's......this flavor...but it's just a fruit sandwich?! How...how does it taste so...good?!

The sweetness of the whip cream combined with the plain soft bread play so well together...along with the sour, juicy strawberry! The abudance of flavours flew right into his mouth with just one bite-

"So? How does it taste?"

He reluctantly turned around to face the dumbest face ever, smiling smugly at him. Dark Meta Knight growls and glares at the warrior, not wanting to admit defeat.

"....it's alright."

"Come on, I saw your eyes when you took that bite! Those were the shining pupils of someone who've just eaten something so good that they could never experience taste the same again." He huffs and smirks at the dark knight, satisfied that Meta Knight's brother was proven wrong about food.

"Fine, you were....right." He says through clenched teeth, squeezing the sandwich's strawberries out. It was truly ridiculous that such a simple item could completely change his view on something. But....it wasn't something to get so worked up about. He released his grip on the poor fruit sando and quickly eats it, enjoying its deliciousness once more. Galacta Knight gleefully watches him eat, glad that he gets to see a different side to this mysterious stranger.

"Galacta Knight."

"Hm?"

"Back at the store, I yelled at you right? I'm...sorry."

"Ah?? Hey! What are you apologizing for? Its fine. I know you meant no harm."

"Hm....."

This feeling of guilt, he hasn't felt it for such a long time. The dimensional mirror's recovery must be going smoothly if he's starting to feel so many different emotions now. Anger, confusion, happiness and guilt.....it made him feel....

Alive.

"Hey, where do you come from? I'll come by and visit. Maybe kick your king's ass too."

"Pfft-"

A snicker escapes from him, which quickly escalates into a short laugh.

"You wish to fight my king? How ridiculous...you're ridiculous. Hmph."

"Hey, i'm serious! I'm a hero, I need to save all that good food from his evil clutches! *snicker*"

Dark Meta Knight only laughed harder, barely managing to properly form his words. "Haahaah..If you're so serious, then why are you laughing?!"

"I don't know!!" The knight's laughter was too contagious, Galacta Knight couldn't help but join in! They were both laughing messes in just a few seconds, barely holding it in.

"How are you even going to do it anyways you big buffoon?!"

"I'll just- *pffft*- break in and punch him real hard!!"

Oh god they're laughing even harder, Dark Meta Knight started to feel abit scared now, but the thought of that giant whining penguin being PUNCHED was just too golden-!

This knightmare carried on for a few minutes until the laughter died down. They both looked at each other, seeing their smiling faces. Dark Meta Knight immediately realized what expression he was making and quickly went back turned around, which only amused Galacta Knight even more. Some time passes and Dark Meta Knight has his fill, the food they bought- well...Galacta Knight bought....were all incredibly flavorful. He decided that it was time to leave.

"Thank you for the food. I shall take my leave now."

"Mm, see you later. Ah wait I never got to know your real na-!!"

And just like that, he pulled up his cape and disappeared into a mirror, leaving Galacta Knight there alone.

"-me.......well. Alright then! May we meet at the hands of fate since you also never told me where you lived...*sigh*"

Just like that, their little "date" ended. Will Galacta Knight ever meet Meta Knight's edgy brother again? Will he get to beat up his king as well? Those were the questions left unanswered to our dear galactic warrior.

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#quan blovk #my fiction #my art #digital drawing #fanart #kirby nintendo #galacta knight #Dark Meta Knight #dametagala #kirby fanfiction #the greatest warrior in the galaxy goes shopping with the shadow of the greatest swordsman #kirby oc #cashier dee #SoundCloud #feel free to give feedback! #lemme know if there's anything you think needs improving B)

[metacrisisdoctor]

I love TentooxRose, but I'm a strong believer that after Bad Wolf Bay 2, they didn't get immediately together. Flight into Hull is a amazing story, and I think Rose had maybe some similar worries like Jackie regarding Tentoo. But it would have been sorted out after they spent time together and get to know each other again. I mean, Rose must also have some emotional scars what needed to be dealt with...

well, one of the best things about tentoorose is that that world is mostly up to interpretation. you can say they didn't immediately get together and i can't argue with you (also depends on your definition of "together" - they were already together to me, in s2, even without the sex)

i do think it would take a few weeks for them to cross the line into constant snogging and sex but i don't think it's unbelievable that they'd just have sex that first night, esp with how desperate that kiss was. depends on my mood.

at the end of the day, we'll never know and i kinda like not knowing because i like imagining different scenarios and i find multiple different ways it could've happened believable and realistic.

all we know for a fact is that by the 2009 specials they are happy and together, since rtd said so.

i disagree that rose would feel similarly to jackie because rose and jackie have different relationships with the doctor. jackie is struggling because tentoo is acting how he did when he was the ninth doctor and jackie did not know the ninth doctor: rose did. she has a different frame of reference. and jackie is also just lashing out because she's scared of losing rose to the doctor again. they're different situations. (also jackie has her own situation with pete, where he is the same man but the same man who has different memories so her frame of reference is probably skewed by that too)

i think rose would struggle in the sense that ten is alone. she probably felt guilty giving into her own happiness knowing ten was struggling, but i don't think she would ever believe tentoo is malicious or that he isn't the doctor. if she weren't fully convinced that this was the man she loves then him saying i love you wouldn't have meant anything and she wouldn't have kissed him. a really important aspect of that scene is that rtd put the power in rose's hands and had her choose tentoo. of course they'd have a lot of healing and stumbling toward happiness to do together, but i can't imagine her feeling the way jackie did at all which is why the audios being from jackie's pov work so well imo.

but really, it's been over 15 years now and i did all the thinking about how they get to an established and stable relationship ten+ years ago, now i just love thinking about their life with their jobs and their daughter and all the happiness they have found 💗

#reply #marie in space

[irishhorse-blog]

Re: JK 🚬

I agree with you 💯, and not gonna link you but there’s now an akgae footage of him clearly smoking and exhaling smoke. It is a long enough footage, also in high enough resolutions—no room for misinterpretation. I only saw it because it popped up on my Twitter “For You” tl 🫤.

As you’ve stated, it is super common for adult Korean males to smoke cigs, and how much aversions some of us in the fandom feels towards the habit, it most likely is not as scandalous in his culture. It is also common for people to smoke to stay thin—instead of satisfying the cravings for nibbles, they lit a cig…some of us are more familiar with this habit than others.

But as Bangtan became an enormous “global superstar” and as we imagine/know these 7 men to be very conscientious and self-aware, they probably know the strongly negative stigmas associated with cigarette smoking in the west. I just hope that JK is not being too bothered by the judgements and “disappointment” some parts of the fandom is expressing hella loudly on social media. I also privately hope that he is not a heavy smoker, and is not as addicted as some people I know in real life (because the habit does have serious consequences on one’s health as we all know). Ultimately, it is absolutely none of anybody’s business but his, and it needs to be left alone!!

That Yoongi video of him talking about how idols need not to be doing any criminal activities to be publicly prosecuted, for example just by smoking a cig, comes to mind—he intentionally included the scene in Haegeun MV to make a point.

Sorry, I rambled on a bit too much…but I just hope JK is not beating himself up for being exposed by akgaes. The term itself is so fitting…a shortened version (akgae = 악개) of a phrase 악성개인팬 = “malicious solo fan”. They are just obsessed and deranged sad individuals who needs to be kept away.

I agree with you about akgaes needing to be kept away. Ideally, they'd be kept in an institution, but barring that, a safe distance would be a good start.

JK is someone who might care if people are upset with his behavior, but not enough to change unless he wants to make the changes, himself. He's said so in a few lives this year. He's also someone who DGAF when it comes to something he wants to do. They tell him not to get a tattoo, so he gets a whole sleeve. They tell him not to drink on live, so he does several lives where he gets completely blitzed. They tell him not to smoke, what do you think his response will be?

I've seen the damage that too much smoking and too much drinking can do, and I hope he manages to avoid those negative outcomes. I said before that it should be okay as long as it's all things in moderation. We have no input, influence or control over his actions, though, so I'd advise us both to just hope for the best and put the thought away without dwelling on it.

He's rebellious and headstrong, so I don't think he's feeling too upset about the backlash. He probably just blows it off. And remember, he said in concert that he has a message for people who hate him: SO WHAT?

#jungkook #smoking #so what

[crossdressingdeath]

Alaris Lavellan, 2, 7, 11, 12, 19, 36? If you don't mind double-askers?

Absolutely zero issues with double-askers, I like talking about my boys. Questions from this ask game, feel free to send more!

2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like? Alaris adored his mother (and frankly still does). A real mama's boy. The Templars murdering her was absolutely the catalyst for his pure, unflinching loathing for them, and the main reason he still desperately wants to take his place as Keeper one day is because he wants to be like her.

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares? Fire and Templars for most of his life. After the Inquisition started up puppet strings also became a prominent feature. Lots of him being puppeted by unseen hands and forced to do terrible things to people he loves. Of course being a mage a lot of this is probably just demons and spirits being dicks to him, but that's fine.

11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? Waking up under Haven in chains and in a lot of pain (yay, Anchor bullshit), surrounded by Chantry higher-ups and accused of killing the Divine and blowing up the Temple of Sacred Ashes, with no memory of anything after entering the Conclave with the intention of killing the Divine if she sided with the Templars. Being caught by the Chantry has been Alaris's worst fear since he was old enough to understand what they'd do to a Dalish mage (no good possibilities there!), and being accused of something he was fully prepared to do with no memory of what happened is absolutely... a lot. He was trapped, surrounded by the Chantry, with no clue what brought him to this point (and so had no idea what lie to tell to get out of it), and he's never going to be able to forget that.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been? ...Hm. Honestly "calm" is not a word I generally associate with Alaris, this boy is just always stressed. I think probably the night after defeating Corypheus, in that brief gap between dealing with the Breach and learning that the Inquisition has no intention of letting him go. He had a day, maybe two, where he got to just be with his partners and look ahead to a brighter future, and that was a very calming experience. ...The victory sex probably helped.

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? He's the fakest person alive. Alaris has this thing where he's all but incapable of being honest with people, especially people he cares about, and people eventually catch on to him lying to them just all the time. And turns out people don't like it when their loved one is literally never honest with them? Even if it's not malicious? Turns out a fundamental lack of trust in your partner/sibling/friend/whatever is detrimental to the relationship even if it's a result of All The Trauma? Who knew. It's never fully destroyed a relationship for him, but it has put a lot of tension on all his relationships. Fortunately he tends to go for very stubborn people regardless of what sort of relationship he's in with them, so usually it eventually stabilizes and he can make some fumbling steps towards honesty or they die before it becomes an issue. He's just gotta be gently bullied into Telling People How He Really Feels first.

36. How does your character behave around people they dislike? Oh, Alaris is painfully sweet to people he doesn't like. It gets downright saccharine. He's just the sweetest, nicest, most charming young man you can imagine. Also extremely tense, but that's hard to tell if you don't know to look for it. Fun fact, the inner circle takes a while to realize that this is Alarming Behaviour because it's the way he acts around them at first :).

#dragon age inquisition #alaris lavellan #ask games #asks #thornfield13713

[shrapnelstars]

I was debating talking about it despite my annoyance with spoiler culture, but eff it, I'll tag properly and talk about it, because I've seen this in a lot of guys I grew up with, and it just kind of hurts your heart.

(Spoilers below in case the tags fail.)

That one line Ken had towards the end had a major impact on me. "I was pretty done with patriarchy anyway when I found out it wasn't about horses."

Just like that other post said, it's a system that sells people a bill of goods and just deals damage to absolutely everyone because it's perpetuated by a highly specific type of shitty person that just wants control, and is extremely malicious and petty about it. There are some guys who are really nice, but are taught that "this is the way you act out if you want respect or want to heal", and they just go with the flow because they don't know anything else, and if they were taught anything better, they'd most likely choose something more constructive and less harmful 9 times out of 10.

It's even in the small line at the end of the conflict with "Wait, weren't we supposed to change the vote thing this afternoon?" "...Oh, right. Whatever."

They weren't fussed about it at the end because hurting women wasn't their goal. They just all learned a really shitty way to express that they wanted to be respected. They were more than happy to go back to being nice and learning about their inherent self worth when they were taught that there are other, better ways to go about it. Ken even slaps himself when he realizes he's hurting Barbie again, because that's not what he wants. He wants to learn to do things the right way.

I get called a naive idiot for this all the time, but goddammit, I still maintain that there's good in everyone, and that people have the ability to change for the better, and can correct from mistakes they've made, and re-track their lives from bad pasts. And I'm glad that movie felt that way, too. There are going to be people who are too far gone sometimes, definitely, but that's not as common as people like to say it is.

I really loved that, even though she had every right to be mad and to kick his ass, Barbie still wanted to reach out to her friend to pull him back from a bad way of thinking. And it worked. I saw a few posts saying that she shouldn't have done that, but I think they missed the point that Ken was still her friend. I'm glad they bucked amatonormativity and refused to have them romantically involved at the end, but she still reached out to her friend who needed help, because she still cared about him as a person. That meant everything to me.

#spoilers #Barbie spoilers #estoy thinkin

[ase-trollplays]

Safety + Amprus?

* (1) word prompts

"Shit, shit!"

Amprus ran as fast as they could holding their bleeding left arm. They were lucky they got away with only a single gunshot wound after that blueblood got the drop on them. There was no way he was the only one, though. They were one on four snipers occupying that building, and if this blueblood gang was smart (Which, very unfortunately, they usually are), there were more going after the others. They were on the lowest floor of the four Marks-- the second one. Marsom was on the fourth, Teirel was on the sixth, and Jayhut was on the roof.

They needed to warn them to get out to safety.

Amprus removed a walky talky from their pocket and pressed the talk button. Hopefully their warning wouldn't get to them too late.

"Marsom! Teirel! Jayhut! We've been breached! I killed one, but there's likely more headed toward you! You need to get the fuck out of dodge!"

"Fuck. Are you hurt? You don't sound too good." Jayhut was the first to get back to them as they ran up the stairs headed toward the fourth floor.

"I'm fine! Just out of breath from running! I'm headed your way!" they fired back.

"What do you mean you're headed our way? Run, idiot! How are you going to tell us to get out and y--" Marsom's scolding was abruptly cut off.

"Marsom?? Marsom, come in! Pick up, damn you! Marsom!!" Teirel's demands were desperate as she begged her kismesis to respond.

Amprus threw open the door of the fourth floor stairwell and made a beeline to where they knew Marsom was stationed. They found him being strangled by a blueblood woman easily twice his size. As they ran forward toward his assailant, they pulled a tanto knife out of one of their pockets to stab her. However, a noise behind them caught their attention, and they turned around just in time to see the cattle prod being thrust at them.

A second blueblood had been camping behind the door. Amprus dodged by a hair and cursed their luck. They didn't have time to get locked in a strife with this guy while Marsom's life was being choked out of him.

Damn.

Taking their eyes off the troll with the cattle prod was a death sentence for sure. One zap from that would render them useless, and they sucked at close combat. They wouldn't have enough time to equip and reload the crossbow on their back -- Which would be a difficult task in itself considering one of their arms had been shot -- and there was no way he'd let them get close enough with their knife to get a stab in.

Damn!!

The troll grinned maliciously as he swung and thrusted his weapon at them. All they could do was dodge and try not to get electrocuted. They had to think fast, and the second an idea came to mind they jumped on it.

"Marsom think fast!!" they shouted and threw their knife to him praying to whatever deity could hear them that he would catch it.

He didn't catch it, but they did manage to embed the knife into his attacker's leg and close enough for him to grab it and stab her enough times to get her to let go of the chain throttling him.

As he fell to the ground desperately wheezing and gasping for air, the female blue retrieved her chain and turned her attention to Amprus, who now had no weapons to defend themself. They couldn't take both trolls on their own even if they were armed, but if this was the night they died then they'd die on their feet with disrespect on their lips.

"Alright you fucking blueberries! Come catch your death!" Amprus taunted as they squared up. They accepted their fate. Tonight was the night their life was going to end.

Thankfully, tonight wasn't the night their life was going to end. A bullet cleanly pierced the male blueblood's head from behind, spraying them and the female blue with unflattering splatters of navy.

"Amprus, get the fuck out of the way!" Jayhut shouted from the doorway as he prepared to fire another shot from his rifle. Amprus ran to the side but was quickly pulled back into the line of fire by their ponytail and lifted off the ground by their neck by the blueblood.

"You take another shot and I crush her throat like a paper cup, rusty!" she threatened. Amprus choked and kicked as their lungs desperately begged for air. Jayhut nodded and set the rifle at his feet, then took a step back with his hands up. The blue smiled smugly at him before tightening the grip on Amprus's throat.

Then she screamed and fell to her knees as the tanto knife was thrusted into her back and dragged down from her shoulderblades to her lumbar.

"How's it feel getting carved open by a bronze, bitch?" Marsom asked coldly and stabbed her again before backing off. She released Amprus, freeing Jayhut to take the final shot as they scrambled away from her. With the threat eliminated, Jayhut walked over to Amprus just as Teirel came rushing into the room behind him to check on Marsom.

"Blueberries? Really? That's the insult you were going to go out on?" he asked deadpan as he took Amprus's injured arm and examined their bullet wound.

"Oh, I'm sooo sorry I couldn't come up with something cooler on the spot. I'll be sure to plan out my insults ahead of time from now-- OW!! What the fuck!?" Amprus's sarcasm was interrupted by a hard dope slap to the side of the head from Jayhut. He gave them a stern glare.

"That's for being a fucking dumbass. You were honestly going to take on two blues with a busted arm knowing damn well you can't fight? You're fucking lucky I got here when I did," he scolded them.

"Yeah, yeah. Ech, you sound just like Leriot," they grumbled as Marsom and Teirel approached the pair. He motioned for Marsom to hand him the knife.

"You better hope I don't tell him about this or he'll never let you leave his sight again," he warned, though there was a slight playfulness in his tone. Amprus merely rolled their eyes, completely oblivious to the knowing smiles on Marsom and Teirel's faces. "Anyways, there's no exit wound, so the bullet's still lodged in there. I'm going to dig it out. Try not to cry."

"Fuck you, I don't cry," they shot back and flipped him off as he wiped the blood from the blade off on his pants and went to work.

As Amprus squirmed and bit their lip and the others watched, there was a sense of safety among them. The fighting outside could still be heard, but inside this barren room on the fourth floor with two dead bluebloods and four rebels, they were safe for now.

#things to read #Amprus Dorzuh #cadavertrolls #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ;A; #I got pulled away for errands #Amprus was eight sweeps when this happened

[profictiontheatre]

🎭 and 🎶 for Hercules!!!

I see you, being on theme for this blog, I LIKE it >:)

Ok ok so for one, I mean, it's pretty obvious just by the nature of both Hercules and Zephyr, they're both just different breeds of dorky.

They'd get into all sorts of silly nonsense together, usually probably involving Zephyr getting into trouble with random monsters and needing to be bailed out of his bad decisions

HOWEVER I have been toying with the idea of a more malicious Zephyr, one who's maybe working for Hades or at the very least bound under contract similar to how Meg was. I need to flesh it out a bit more, but that version of events would be a lot darker, especially including the nature of the Siren's song and what he could trick poor little meow meow Herc into doing. I'll leave that one up to the imagination for now, I'll probably get back to it later ;3

As for the second one, I normally would just be lazy and pick a song from the movie to put here but actually I'll do you one better and list a few that remind me of him--

I don't think I really have to explain this one, but I still will because I am a Nerd ™️

Ok outside of the obvious subject matter this song is kinda funny to me because it's so CAMPY, it actually kinda. sounds like a song that WOULD be in the film if it wasn't a disney musical, maybe sung by Meg towards the end of the film--

bUT yeah back to Herc and Zeph, this seems like something Zeph would sing to tease and embarrass him, which is not exactly hard at all. Man's not used to being the center of attention and frankly I feel like he never would be. Even if he was though, Zeph sayin this kinda stuff to him would absolutely make him blush

This is frankly just one of my favorite songs of all time, which is saying something because as you may have noticed I am kind of Into music skfjskdfjl

But yeah, this is just one of the most achingly romantic songs ever to me and I like to apply it to my ships but this case is something special because I really could see Herc singing it in reference to Zeph, maybe if they were separated for some reason, or maybe if he realized his feelings before they were reunited

Lastly, this is another of my Favorites, it's an adorable song for "childhood friends" ships in general but the theme of growing and changing together, helping one another discover new things about each other? it's perfect :)

Also the river metaphor is an added thematical bonus

AA thanks so much for the ask qwq !! This was so fun to ramble abt skfjsdkf

#sorry it took forever I kept rewriting stuff #and thinking of other stuff #f/o tag: zero to hero #f/o community #selfship #self ship community #self insert #hercules #proship safe #proship #antis dni

[apdreadful]

hey, different anon, but i thought i'd chime in because your explanation about shady eddie kinda opened my eyes lololol

i think it's interesting how buck is surprised to find out that eddie and tommy have been hanging out etc. and how eddie waxes poetics about tommy in front of buck, using him as a babysitter when convenient (also admitting that marisol has been babysitting a bunch as well), talking about how much he clicked with tommy etc etc. like, i don't even think it's necessarily malicious on his part, and even besties can fuck up sometimes. but it once again shows to me that eddie and buck aren't anywhere near as close or codependent as buddie shippers pretend that they are.

in season 6, buck finds out that eddie has been having poker nights with other firefighter people all this time, having a whole circle of casual friends outside of the 118 and apparently making time to hang out with them regularly. and buck didn't know a Thing about it. you can blame bad writing, yes, but the consequence for the narrative and the audience is the same: it establishes the canon fact that actually, eddie deliberately does not share quite a bunch of stuff with buck.

and those are not the only instances. but we keep getting those hints that clearly communicate that buck and eddie actually don't talk as much as people think they do, or they actually don't hang out that often to realize when the other one is regularly doing a certain hobby lol. if i had a whole entire hobby with casual friends on the side, you bet my besties would absolutely know about it first. because we talk about our lives? especially when it's something i've been doing for months or years??

just thinking thoughts. and your explanation of shady eddie... yeah, honestly, now that you said it like that, it does feel a bit shady to some extent, and that for a very specific reason imo. it feels shady because the entire buddie narrative is this: "eddie knows buck like the back of his hands. he knows all his needs and wants. he will never and would never hurt him or be insensitive towards him because he loves him to his core and thus knows exactly how to treat him right".

and like.... sorry to say this but...... canon does not support that claim at all. when looking at canon, season 7 is the latest proof that, no, actually eddie very clearly isn't understanding buck at his very core even after years of knowing him lol. if any of buck's love interests would have been THAT insensitive towards buck's insecurities and abandonment issues, they'd have been ripped apart by now, just saying.

Anon,

Thank you for taking the time to respond to my post so thoughtfully!

I had forgotten some of the stuff you mentioned.

I have never shipped Buddie. For all of the reasons we have both stated and several others.

Buck being bisexual and maybe even having a crush on Eddie. Does not mean that Eddie has those same feelings. Or that he would even be a good boyfriend for Buck.

Regardless of how we (or anyone else) feel about their friendship. Buck values that friendship. And I think that matters a lot. A life long friendship is incredibly valuable.

#anon conversations #evan buckley #bisexual buck is canon #911 abc