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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Hello!! Could I please request platonic relationship headcanons with the ADA or Port Mafia please? If that's too much, you you do just Atsushi, Dazai, Tachihara and Akutagawa please? Also I'm a huge fan and just gathered the courage to follow you 😳

Platonic Partners

Pairings (Platonic): Reader x Dazai Osamu, Reader x Atsushi Nakajima, Reader x Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Genre: Fluff

Not every relationship needs to be romantic to be powerful

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Hiya! Thanks for requesting!

Atsushi:

Best friends

No, literally best friends

You two fit together so well, and that's kind of inevitable given Atsushi's own kind personality

He knows all too well what it's like to not have anyone, so if you think you'll be alone at the agency...think again

The both of you often take missions together and are a surprisingly good team

I can see the both of you becoming protective of each other, defending and always having each others backs.

You're exceptionally good at snapping Atsushi out of it on one of his bad days

He finds comfort in you, trusting you a lot

Enough that he confides in you about his nightmares, however rarely it may be.

The both of you are a reliable duo, in conclusion

Dazai:

Oh boy-

This man is a menace...that somehow gets along with you.

Pranks galore

The both of you take great pleasure in planning out pranks on all the members Kunikida of the agency.

The two of you are good together in terms of missions too

You keep Dazai on task, by some miracle.

The fLIRTING

Dazai, naturally, flirts with most people, so I imagine you get used to and quickly adapt to that.

One of the only times you've rendered him speechless, is when he tried this really cheesy pick up line on you, and without missing a beat, you reciprocated with the smoothest goddamn line he's ever heard.

He sulks in the corner for a while, whining about how he's supposed to be the agency's sweet talker.

The banter is immaculate, it is.

I can picture the both of you going at each other all day, both of you knowing it's playful banter.

The both of you have a silent agreement not to bring up his past, nor ask about his bandages.

There's two main categories the friendship falls in.

A powerful, dangerous duo that's legit terrifying to deal with on the field

Or a pair of idiots running around like children, causing general trouble for the mass majority of people present.

It tends to alternate

Depends on the day, honestly

Akutagawa:

Nobody even knows you're friends until the both of you are seen walking together outside one day, out of work hours-

You two can sit in silence for hours

Akutagawa finds comfort in knowing there's someone he can actually tolerate for large periods of time.

You don't pry or push and he finds that refreshing.

See, it's assumed that Akutagawa doesn't talk much, but I don't think that's true at all.

I can see the two of you having small discussions that last for a while, whether it be about upcoming plans for the mafia, or simply about a new training regime.

Silent but deadly combo.

Neither of you acknowledge it, but there's a silent sense of trust that builds.

You're an exception to Akutagawa's 'go solo' attitude, even though he doesn't actively seek you out to hang out with.

Most of the friendship would be based on expectations and routine, I think.

Like, every day one of you would wait for the other to arrive to work in a specific place.

Or, one of you waited for the other, then walked together to a usual lunch spot.

None of you say or acknowledge these habits out loud, simply letting them develop.

Of you were to mention them to him, he'd probably scoff and try to break said habits.

Overall, a more under the radar relationship, but just as impactful.

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(12/07/2021)

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dumbledore-and-grindelwald · 2 years

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I saw you like Helmut and Helseus. Any heacanons?

I have to thank you for this ask. I just like those glimpses of their dynamic but I'm a meta-person. I do interpretation and usually have trouble with imagining without having a decent amount of information to step on. Being asked was kind of motivating and I really enjoyed the process of answering it.

So sure, you can count on me to give you fluff, flowers and happiness.

Helmut is half-Russian, half-German and he is a half-blood. The laws in Germany, as in the UK, were more lax about marriage between muggles and wizards. His muggle father married his mother and they lived in Germany.

Helmut studied a Durmstrang. He was popular, always appreciated for his abilities and cool demeano, but he wasn’t outgoing. He was the kind of person who would smirk in amusement rather than outright laughing and he had a small circle. He graduated with flying colors and his dueling abilities were soon hired by the German ministry. Because of the job he had been involved with the British ministry and he and Theseus had been introduced.

When WWI broke his father was conscripted.

The European ministries of magic tried to not focus on nationalism and to face the Great War with regard to the Wizarding World. Most European ministries followed similar policies. The German ministry introduced something along the lines of Archer Evermonde's emergency legislation, forbidding members of the wizarding community from getting involved.

Helmut had a younger brother who dropped out during his last year and enlisted in the muggle army to help their father. He did not openly use his magic, fearing that if he was exposed as a wizard and the muggles attacked him in fear hid father might also be targeted without having magic to defend himself.

Helmut and his mother were among the many wizards who were against such legislations and chose to get involved. When Germany moved to bomb the UK, members of the wizarding community from the two countries were involved and tried to contain the situation. Helmut and other German wizards travelled to the UK to help. During a bombing Theseus risked himself to save muggle civilians to the point that he found himself in danger of getting blown up. He was far from the epicenter and just lost his senses. Helmut pulled him out and Theseus woke up to the deep blue of Helmut’s eyes. The two collected life-debts upon life-debts to each-other. At some point Helmut received word that his father had been injured heavily. His brother tried to kill him and was seen. The brother was killed by soldiers he fought next to and his father was left to die slowly. Russia and Germany were on different fronts and relatives on his mother’s side died fighting German forces. Helmut started having nightmares. He didn’t make a sound and did not complain about it. Theseus noticed his sleep deprivation and kept an eye on him. When he realized that he was traumatized to sleeplessness he didn’t know how to approach him about it, so, being a hugger, he did what he does best. Theseus expressed worry about Newt being involved in the dragon-operation of the Easter Front. Helmut, affected by Theseus’ fondness for Newt, eased into opening up about his own brother. When they parted ways, Theseus hugged him firmly and said he was glad to know that their paths were bound to cross again. When he stepped back Helmut tried to speak but couldn’t. He made a step to turn away but changed his mind and kissed Theseus conveying everything for which words failed him. He left without uttering anything.

Back in Germany he had to deal with his trauma and the ministry had a hell of a mess to manage. His mother could not master the will to live after his father and brother’s death and she didn’t last long. Helmut took care of her as he watched her fading away day by day. After her death he became workaholic. He stopped smiling and felt too hollow to pursue meaningful relationships, be it friendly or romantic. He earned respect, rose fast and became a head auror on merit. He was utterly professional and no-nonsense. He was very strict but he cared for his men. He chastised when he was failed, but he also knew to give credit where credit was due.

He and Theseus saw each other rarely and they did not have the time to catch up with each other often. They only managed to grab for three times until 1926. Theseus was happy and he had grown in confidence. He couldn’t help noticing that Helmut was getting more withdrawn but any attempt to make him open up hit a wall. The last time they met outside work, Theseus mentioned that he had started seeing someone whom Helmut would have liked and expected a response. Helmut instinctively reacted with a minor flinch that Theseus missed. Nothing else he did betrayed any personal emotion and he proceeded with making a few typical remarks, internally pleading for a change of subject. Sometime later, news of war-hero Theseus Scamander getting engaged reached Helmut. In 1926 the news about Newt’s signing were published in some German Wizarding papers too, accompanied with the same photo Tina had seen. When Helmut noticed it he smirked bitterly at the mistake of the caption. He kept it in the back of a drawer. He didn’t take it out to look at it, but he always knew it was there. Later that year, he and several others colleagues at the ministry received by owl formal invitations. At the bottom his read:

Please be there, Theseus.

Helmut never answered. Only after Leta’s death Theseus received a short letter:

I’m sorry. H.

After settling down a bit Theseus tried contact him but his letters remained unanswered. They never met alone again.

Following the rally at Per Lashez, the rumors of the coming of a second World War spread. Helmut’s trauma resurfaced and he snapped, consciously choosing Grindelwald’s methods against the muggles over letting them destroy the world again. Vogel’s allegiance to Grindelwald and the German ministry’s compliance was a simple coincidence that allowed him some peace of mind because he didn’t have to betray his people. When Theseus and Newt went to speak to Vogel it was the first time Helmut saw him in almost ten years. He had been already informed that the Scamanders might make an appearance, but he hoped they wouldn’t. When Theseus sees him he instinctively raises his hand and shouts ‘evening’ from afar and as he comes closer he addresses him specifically, by name.

Helmut ‘s own acknowledgment is dry and forbidding enough for Theseus to not miss a bit before getting the gang inside. Helmut nods to his men, bidding them to allow Lally and Jacob inside and as Theseus and the others move forward he stands there, dreading and postponing the moment he’ll have to get inside.

When he knows he has to put Theseus down he takes the coward’s way and stupefies him in the back because he can’t bring himself to look him in the eye.

Sending Theseus to the Erkstag, he knows that he is signing his death sentence, but he is not willing to compromise what he sees as ‘the Greater Good’. His simple solution is denial. He pretends that what he’s doing is not happening. The Erkstag is a prison that ‘consumes its inmates’ and Helmut thinks that he is strong enough that out of sight will mean out of mind. He follows the same approach when he masters resolve and does not acknowledge in the slightest Jacob, Newt and Lally as they are rushing behind him. In the following days he found himself waking to the ringing of Jacob’s voice shouting ‘where is Theseus?’ in his head more and more often.

When he learns of the escape he is half-relieved and half-distraught at the idea of having to deal with Theseus again. When he catches him at Bhutan, he approaches him from behind again, unwilling to see his expression. When he says ‘cases, please’ he’s being quite literal because he hopes that he might resolve the situation without hurting Theseus. When he makes the plea he is speaking to both Theseus and Lally, but he can’t help being slightly turned towards Theseus even though the other man can’t see him.

He knows that Theseus I not one to care for surrendering and his plea is to him. Theseus finds pleasure in the irony of Helmut and his men being attacked by the contents of the cases because Helmut was the only one who was smart enough to want to know if they were destroying the right case or if they had to search more. While everyone is down or seriously struggling, Helmut is barely fazed and he is quickly off the hook the moment he focuses on Theseus. Lally has already moved on but Theseus is standing there, gazing a little longer, before he runs away. Helmut lets out a breath he had been holding as they held eye-contact.

Nothing is chasing him but he is simply standing there, without pursuing, staring at the empty space where Theseus stood.

#helmut #theseus scamander #helseus #fantastic beasts #the secrets of dumbledore #asks

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sarah-yyy · 2 years

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On the tail of that ask, what IS the deal with voice actors for live action? Is a specific kind of voice attached to a specific type of character (like braids on "southern barbarians")? I'm just imagining the editing nightmare... (BTW, hi and thanks for the new obsessions! I am currently mad that Kang Tae-moo hasn't had a personal growth arc yet. Like, yes you're great, but you're ALSO the kind of guy to blackmail and abuse your position of power for your personal convenience.)

it's mostly because of regional accents that each specific actor may have!! depending on which region you're from and/or what chinese dialect you speak, the accent carries over when you're speaking mandarin (普通话)/ voice actors will help to standardise this across a drama, so the regional accents don't sort of throw you off. AvenueX explains this in more detail in this video, if you're interested! :)

also ehehehehe i'm glad you're enjoying a business proposal!! i miss sunghoon and youngseo every single day tbh :')

#asks #droogproxy

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buckyswintersoldiermask · 3 years

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Realize

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Request: @allthedumbassfamdoms requested....”Hi! I’m so sorry if you don’t take requests but I listened to a song that made me think it would be a great Bucky x Y/N fic. The song is The Girl by City and Colour. It gives me soft Bucky vibes”

Bucky Masterlist

Summary: Bucky remembers the time when he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Word Count: 1.08k

Warnings: none? Just fluff

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it!

Lyrics: bolded and italicized

Flashbacks: italicized

You and Bucky had a long history, first starting off as friends. You ran into him, literally, at a coffee shop and your friendship started there. You helped him furnish his apartment and in return he’d fix your broken appliances. He’d also tell you about how it was back then and you’d help him get up to date with everything happening now.

You both hung out so much, though the both of you were too oblivious to notice the both of you were falling in love. And boy did you both beat yourselves up about it. Clueless as can be, you both were, until you let it slip out.

You definitely caught yourself off guard with that, Bucky too. He didn’t think you’d feel the same. He felt that someone like you deserved better than him. You eventually showed him otherwise.

He had woken up from another nightmare, inevitably waking you up as well.

I wish I could do better by you

You sacrifice so much of your life

He hated waking you up, or bothering you with his nightmares. Well his memories. While he was stuck in his little hole, he felt he was dragging you with him every time.

“Bucky, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, doll. I wake you up at night, I’m a mess, you deserve so much better.”

You were about to protest when he grabbed his pillow and left the room. You sat there, upset this happened again. After a really bad nightmare he usually went to sleep on the floor in the living room because he didn’t want to hurt you or wake you up again.

Sometimes he wondered why you fell in love with him. Why do you keep dealing with him? He just wondered, why. But you knew why. You weren’t afraid of him, you loved him.

Everyone has their own demons. Just because he has them doesn’t make him unlovable, and you told him that. You had your own battles and Bucky knew that, he was always there for you. But when it was him who was fighting the battles he thought differently.

You got up and hurried into the living room, you immediately saw him lying on the cold bare floor.

“Bucky..” You said, with a soft tone of voice, hoping he’d come back to bed.

“(y/n), please go back to bed.”

“How can I go back to bed with you laying out here alone?” You questioned, the both of you knowing you won’t be going to sleep soon.

He sat up to face you, red eyes, sweat dripping down his face. How could you just leave him out here alone? You couldn’t. “Doll..” He just wanted you to go to sleep without him, but that was out of the question all together no matter how much he fought.

“Bucky.” You drag his name out as you slowly come closer to him, sitting next to him and pulling him into your arms. “I’m not going to bed without you.”

While I'm off chasing my own dreams,

Sailing around the world,

“I’m just going to keep you up.” He protested.

“I’d rather be out here with you than alone in bed.” You said, kissing his bare shoulder.

He was about to object but you stopped him.

“Bucky. You know how I feel about you sleeping on the floor.”

“(y/n)-.”

“No, James, I’m not letting this go. Come back to bed.”

Bucky constantly felt that you were too good for him. You felt you were doing too much for him. You wasted your time with him. You were a talented writer and had a degree in Literature. To him, you deserve someone better. Someone not broken.

“You don’t need to stay awake with me.”

“I know, but I don’t want you here alone with your thoughts. Remember I know what that’s like right?” He nods, he did know.

He often tried to fight his own battles, trying to put as less as he can on you. What he was doing that night was proof. Before you moved in with him, you knew about his nightmares. He called you at night whenever he had them. After he got more of a glimpse of your life when you moved in together, he felt bad. He felt he was a burden and he’d only drag you down but that wasn’t the case.

“I love you, and we all have our battles, that doesn’t make you unlovable. It makes you human.”

Please know that I'm yours to keep,

My beautiful girl.

It was that day. That very day Bucky knew, he knew he’d find no one else like you. There wasn’t anyone like you, you were one of a kind and he was ready to make the commitment to you. Knowing that there will be times where things don’t go right.

And when you cry a piece of my heart dies

Knowing that I may have been the cause

And that everything will not always be perfect because that’s how life is. Life is terrible and unfair sometimes, but James Buchanan Barnes was ready to go through it all with you.

If you were to leave and fulfill someone else's dreams

I think I might totally be lost

He couldn’t imagine the rest of his life without you because that was definitely not an option.

“You mean everything to me.” He blurted out, grabbing your hands in his. “You’re so perfect and I’m not.”

“James-“

“Let me finish, please.” You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“You’ve been with me every step of the way. No one has loved me like you love me, and I know I’m not perfect.”

“No one is, I love you because you’re my best friend, I knew that when we hung out for the first time I’d want you in my life. I didn’t think we’d be where we are today. I never thought I’d love anyone as much as I love you.” You said cupping his face in your hand, “you’re the only person who could bring so much joy into my life.”

But you don't ask for no diamond rings

No delicate string of pearls

“And I know I can’t give you the world.”

“I don’t want the world, I only want you.”

“I know that I love you, even if that’s all I know.I've never had a love like this before or felt this way. I want you to be mine forever.”

That's why I wrote this song to sing

My beautiful girl

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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HC: You telling Nyx you could imagine having a family with him

A/N: This is written gender neutral! It really suits everyone

Words: 1.390

Pairing: FFXV!NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Warnings: some angst; fluff

- Overall, Nyx would be both scared and happy when you tell him you would like to have a family with him; he just has problems to deal with the information properly

- back in Galahd, after finding the right person, Nyx would have settled down some day, raising a little family, being a loving, caring dad and husband; playing games with his kids and building a strong bond with his partner to challenge life together

- but now, things have changed; Nyx' home is destroyed and with it a bunch of his dreams he had had formerly

- then, you showed up in his life; turning grief into new hope; bringing back the color into some of the dreams that already have turned gray; you alone are a miracle; how it was possible for him to be this lucky; but you give him strength, safeness and love as he needed it the most

- one day, after you two were dating for a while, you admit that you can imagine having a family with him;

- Nyx is speechless; sure, he always was the family-type of guy but ... now? As a Glaive?

- because he doesn't respond, you take it as rejection; you feel disappointed because of his reaction but you disguise it with a smile that shall reassure him while you feel something break inside of you; not much, just a little bit like a tiny crack

- Nyx is the type of guy you always searched for but you never found until now; everything feels right and perfect and pretty early in your relationship, you already can imagine him with a child - your child - no matter how silly this picture was after this short of time, you could feel it was something you would like to have with him

- of course, you have considered his job as a Glaive, that was the reason why it took you so 'long' to bring up this idea, at all, knowing what his arguments would be

- but as Nyx stays silent, just staring at you, you know you did something wrong; you regret it, not just because you feel hurt, rather because you haven't considered the idea that it might be no topic for Nyx anymore after losing his whole family

- Nyx sees your sad expression and how you try to hide it with a smile before you change the topic quickly to brush the idea off as just something randomly

- but he knows it wasn't something random; he saw that you were serious with your idea; the thing was, you have taken him so much by surprise that he had no idea how to react properly because his mind went blank

- for him, as a Glaive, life could end quickly; to have you in his life was already luxury he wasn't sure if he should allow it to himself - but a family? That was a whole different level

- the night of the day you dropped the idea, Nyx can't sleep. At all. He lies next to you, watches you sleeping peacefully, beautiful and cute as always; this time, added to the question why he even deserves you, he also is pondering about your family idea

- of course, he can't get it out of his mind, he already loves the idea but he's still surprised that you would want that with him; he sees himself as far away from being perfect for that with all his nightmares and flashbacks; and still, you seem to see him as worthy

- but the main reason Nyx is still awake is because he can't forget your disappointed expression as he just had stayed silent; even in his own mind, it must have been the cruelest thing he could do to you

- so, even if it is just four in the morning, Nyx has to wake you up; he has to talk to you; to apologize; so, he strokes softly over the skin of your arm, slowly becoming a bit stronger in his moves to wake you up

"Wh-what's the matter?", you whisper sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you see Nyx' face in front of you.

"YN, I... Can we talk?", Nyx whispers softly.

"Talk? Now? It's the middle of the night, Nyx...", you point out before you close your eyes again to drift back to sleep.

Nyx shakes you once again, with more urgency in his voice, "Please, YN."

You yawn before you open your eyes slowly again, "Okay, okay, I'm awake. What is it?", you ask but as you see his insecure glance, your mind becomes quickly clearer.

"It's about earlier. As you... As you said you could imagine having a family with me-"

You cut him off, once again regretting saying it at all. But now, you also fear it might be a deal breaker for your relationship, "Oh, that... Yeah... Listen, Nyx, forget it.", you whisper, avoiding looking at him, fumbling with the blanket, "It was a stupid idea anyway mostly, because I haven't thought about your past. Please, just... Just don't break up with me because of what I have said.", you plead desperately.

Nyx watches you in shock. He had no idea that his silence would have had this kind of effect on you. So, Nyx cups your face with his hands, forcing you to look at him before he kisses you deeply to show you what he always failed to put into words. After that 'said', he leans back to look into your eyes, "I won't leave you. Never. I couldn't. I have no idea what I should do without you, YN."

You feel that tears are building in your eyes and you're too tired to stop them, "But you were mad. And I was thoughtless."

Nyx slides even closer to you, feeling how your hands are searching for him. As you embrace him strongly, he relaxes a little bit, knowing that you still trust him and what he will tell you, "I wasn't mad. I... I- I was scared.", he admits awkwardly.

You frown, searching something in his soft blue eyes but there is just honesty, "Scared? You were scared because of what?", you ask confused because Nyx got barely scared of something.

Nyx chuckles softly, "I'm still asking myself why I even deserve you and then you want a family with me? Considering everything, that would be too much to ask for for me. Even if I already fell in love with the idea. And beside that, what if I fail as a dad? What if I fail you? I mean, are you sure you want that with me? My life isn't steady enough. I'm already scared to lose you...", he breathes, resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes.

Your heart hammers in your chest by his words because he shows so much vulnerability like never before. But you also smile softly because this was him. No matter how good things are, no matter how sure he is that you stay with him he will always fight to keep you by his side. Slowly, you're tickling Nyx' neck to calm him, "You know, you would be a great dad. You already care so much about everyone around you. There's no way you could fail as a dad or me at all. And I... you don't have to be scared. I didn't mean to start a family right now. I just... for some time, I have this picture in my head and I thought it would make you happy to know that.", you explain softly, showing him the sweetest smile you can produce.

Nyx leans you back to crawl on top of you, "You have no idea how happy you make me with this idea. You make me happy and you know what? I'm already addicted to your idea. I would love to start a family with you. I'm sorry for making you sad.", he whispers before he kisses you longingly.

You are melting underneath him and suddenly, sleep is of no interest anymore. In this night, Nyx and you are sharing a different kind of love, a deeper one than ever before. Nyx takes his time to make it up to you for making you sad and you enjoy the affection this perfect man gives you, realizing that you are pretty fine with the fact that you don't have to share him anytime soon.

#final fantasy nyx ulric #ff15 nyx ulric #kingsglaive nyx #nyx ulric x reader #nyx ulric #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral fanfic #fluff #angst

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rjshepherd · 3 years

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hgbhbg could you berhaps,,, do hcs for heisenberg x a transmasc demon character (he/they pronouns)? I'd love to see what you came up with!!

ok you know i have to do something spicy with a prompt like THAT. i have naughty hands and ZERO self control when it comes to shit like this.

spicy under the readmore but not all of the headcanons are sexual

So the scenario i invision for this pairing/meeting is a bit of a sad one. Karl is dying, either after his battle with ethan or when the megamycte is destroyed. i just imagine him lying there , where he's fallen , crying out for help, from god, from anyone.

and then you show up.

being a demon, you'd been in the area. Lot of death going on and all, you wanted to see what all the fuss was. You were familiar with the cult in the village by reputation . they made a lot of sacrifices and since miranda wasn't actually a god, they had to go somewhere.

but that being said, most demons avoided the area. the succubi and incubi weren't interested in these pious, moldy fools and most of the older demons insisted the village cult was nothing special, they'd seen it all before and it would be gone as quickly as it had arrived.

Imagine your surprise then to stumble across the soul survivor of village: this quivering, bearly human mass of mycelium and pain.

Karl is incoherent, screaming for help from anyone, confused by injury and the sudden loss of connection to the mold. he has no idea who or what you are, only hoping that you'll help him.

A wicked little grin stretches across your face. you approach cautiously but with a joyful skip in your step. There's blood, a plea for aid and souls in limbo. this is a summoning ritual with less steps. good thing you were in the neighborhood.

"your pain calls to me, human" you say, in your spookiest voice while trying not to giggle in glee " you wish to make a deal with the devil?"

Karl says yes immediately, not even waiting to hear the terms of the contract before agreeing. anything to save his own hide and make the pain stop.

with a snap of your clawed fingers, your demonic magic returns karl to (mostly) human form . its messy and loud, bones crunching as they reform, skin snapping back into place. Blood splashes across your cheek and you lick it away with delight. Despite how he looks right now, like a live action re-enactment of the THING, the human is Delicious.

Kneeling on the frozen ground panting for air, He barely has time to ask " what are you?" before you brand him with a contract mark. i'm envisioning something like your personal emblem on his eye . something he sees in the mirror every day to know he's yours now, something others will see every time they look at him.

that being said i could also see a tattoo or possibly a thorn or metal choker around his neck. maybe something that only materializes when you're around, something you can tighten if he disobeys or pull on when you want his attention.

All of this is too much for your poor little human, who promptly passes out from shock or exhaustion. Regardless of your size, big or small, you have the strength to lift him over your shoulder and carry him away. You've got a new toy now and you don't feel like sharing with the soldiers you can see in the distance.

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Karl is going to resentful and violent as fuck when he wakes up., wherever you've taken him. Afraid, yes but karls fear and anxiety response is anger. a quick tug on his collar or a swift burning on his contract mark will remind him of his place. he'll submit, for now, but don't expect him to give up the fight for too long.

going from being subjected by miranda to being subjected by you has got to be a nightmare scenario for him so don't be surprised if you have to hurt him a little to make him comply. you are a demon after all, why should you care if your toys get broken? the mold can always patch him back together.

i imagine you try to smooth things over with him, your voice dripping like honey. i don't know what kind of demon you are, but i know y'all have some magic sweet talking powers.

you can try a mixture of guilt and temptation to make him stay or do what you want. He's liable to see through such manipulation of things like "but i saved you, you owe me~" or " but i can give you whatever you want." but perhaps actions might convince him.

im assuming you want some sexy times, if youve read this far lmao. i've never been one to disappoint:

it depends on what way you swing. You're the one in charge afterall. would you prefer a submissive pet human to play with or do you want this feral, brick wall of a man to raw you on demand? do you want a servant or an enforcer? karl can be whatever you make of him. He's been under miranda's thumb for so long, he knows how to pretend to make whoever is holding his leash happy.

Pet karl is a shaky little thing. He's seen what you're capable of and although you know you'd never hurt him, there's no sense telling him that now is there? He's so very eager to please, its adorable. Shall you dress him up like a demon and parade him around your demon friends? have him sit on your lap on your thrown, cock warming/ strap warming for you? or maybe you'd just like a bed heater. Your circle of hell is cold and he looks so cute and small in your giant bed.

He clings to your side, afraid of leaving incase your Demon friends get him and make a snack out of him. You've made it clear he's off the menu but they still raise eyebrows at you when they see your new pet covered in bites.

Only ever refers to you as Master or your prefered title, never your name. It's too intimate for the everyday. He will however cry it out during sex but it's somewhat involuntary. He avoids saying your name when you aren't around for fear it will summon you to him.

Feral Karl isn't too dissimilar from pet karl. They are both eager to please and afraid of disappointing you. But Feral Karl seems to have embraced his place at your side far more readily. He almost looks like a demon after a few years; wild hair, sharp teeth and claws, and every now and then you swear he's growing tiny horns to match.

He behaves much more like the Lycans you saw in the village, more animalistic than human. He's more willing to reciprocate, to give and take in the bedroom. He still has the good sense to defer to you however.

i imagine Feral karl would make a good bodyguard for you. have him stand by your throne by day and sleep by your side at night

I doubt you could ever have a healthy relationship with this sort of power imbalance but maybe you could be a demon with benefits ? just rock up at karls place when you want something and in return you keep his ass alive? if that were a tv show, id watch it XD.

wow i wrote a lot for this one lmao. im sure i have more but that'll keep you going for now right?

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #asks #my asks #headcanons #my headcanons #karl headcanons #karl x reader #karl heisenberg headcanons #my stuff #my writing

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years

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Enneagram type confusion

Hi there, I hope you're doing well! Is it okay to ask for a bit of help? [...] At this point, I'm just waiting for the book I saw you were writing, because I would definitely read it in a heartbeat.

Good news. It should be released next week, or maybe sooner. I still have about three days of work to do on it. :)

I was reading your blog, and I think it helped discover my type as a potential ISFJ. [...] I'm now wondering if I could also be an enneagram 5w4 or a 6w5? It's hard to say for sure, as it's often described heavily similar to Ti, and it's still really hard for me to grasp that function. So I might have one or the other, but that's all I know.

If you are a feeler, it's quite unlikely for you to be a core 5. 5s are almost always ITP/ITJs. A feeler 5 would be screwed up, because the 5's total detachment from their own emotions conflicts with a feeler's need to either be true to themselves (Fi) or be attentive to others (Fe) on an emotional level.

- The reason why I believe myself to be a head type is that I confuse myself a lot. My mind is a trapdoor that I can fall into, and I would say I initially leap onto the panic train due to anxiety. A lot of it might come from lower Ne though, and one contradiction is that I don't really "prepare" myself for things that give me stress. I don't research or look for information that I should, in order to have a better grasp of something or a situation. I kind of just worry for a split second and then perpetually give up, almost bothered of the worry itself. As in, this is too much to handle, time to preoccupy this with something else. Could that be indication of a seven wing at play?

It could be 6w7, or it might be a core 9 attribute (thinking about that makes me anxious and feel not-good inside, so I will ignore it :). 9s do move to 6 when they are anxious, after all, but they rarely stay there in favor of seeking inner calm and distractions.

- I overthink things though. I am someone who can become pretty self-conscious. I'll be very sensitive to how something might come across as, such as feeling embarrassed when someone says something cringey or acts a certain way, and just picturing myself in that scenario is a nightmare. I'll forgo things, or give in to things, if I imagine any negative reaction, simply because of problems that might arise, or the feeling of making myself exposed in any way. Since I don't want to deal with things, I can stiffen in silence and hold back a lot. Speaking up is hard for me because just the idea of rejection or scrutiny pulls me back. There's a lot of self doubt, too, where I'll just conclude most things as somewhere I don't belong. Even on here, it's the reason why I barely touch the social parts of the internet (as well as interactions in real life), because, in a way, I've already assumed I don't fit in and will simply be disliked.

This sounds heavily social / Fe and also could be 9, since you are repressing yourself to avoid conflict and to avoid 'dealing with things.'

- If I'm a six, would this make sense? I've heard they tend to be loyal to maybe a person or cause, and I would say following what I believe at the end of the day is the most important - and when I feel the most focused. There's nothing that could change that. I don't like to question it either, even though I feel like I'm entirely confused about everything in general. It could be Enneagram related or Si related, but I sometimes refuse to listen to things that I've already made up my mind about. I would admit it's narrow-minded, but personally, it can't be helped if I can't get into something.

6s are very loyal, in different ways depending on their type. I am loyal to my friends in terms of feeling terrible if I don't stand up for them, if someone says something bad about them; or in arguing fiercely to give someone the benefit of the doubt, even if I don't know them -- being an ENFP and a 6w7 means I am fiercely antagonistic to the idea of ignoring any possible perspective or explanation, and way too idealistic in hoping and thinking the best of people. A 6-core ISFJ can be fiercely loyal about their family, or their doctrine, or any institution that makes them feel "safe" and as if they know what to do. 6w5s are more loyal than 6w7s, since 7 wings see the pointlessness of things. But 6s do enormously overthink everything, all the time, from a perspective of "the worst thing that could happen if I get this wrong."

In the same way a 9 magnifies a conflict into a disaster that threatens all they hold dear, a 6 agonizes over a decision that might produce bad results that could endanger them in the future.

- I would say I care a lot about security, and the safety that I have with my family. I still have a lot of reliance on others with regards to the material/basic things of life, and if I woke up all alone, left to handle everything, it would be extremely overwhelming for someone like me. In my head, I forgo what needs to be done, and instead wish to do whatever I want and not bare the foreseeable consequences that comes with putting off important things. It's strange, but although I am extremely bad with taking care of my health, I have a lot of health issues that constantly plague my every day life, and so I'm extremely attentive to my health (but in a negative, unhelpful way, in which I'm trying to do better).

This seems like a strong self-preservation instinct, actually. Postponing important things can be 6w7 ish if it comes from a place of "... it's not fun, tho" (7) or 9ish if it's just "slow to develop myself as independent, because change makes me uncomfortable."

- Going further, I do think I can agree with the five sentiment of never feeling ready to face the world. I feel like I know nothing sometimes about how to navigate life. I don't care enough to care for making a big change that I know would be good for me, like getting out of my comfort zone. It's like I'm constantly aware of time that keeps ticking by, but I'm so guarded and private that I end up just hoping the clock can't reach past my walls and spot me. I'll pass by unaffected, but inexperienced, perpetually choosing an unlived life as I kind of almost doom myself in the process, waiting for something great to happen rather than actively engaging.

This does seem 9ish to me. 9s are very slow to change things and to feel prepared, because that sort of thing makes them feel anxious, and feeling "okay" is their main goal. They want things to be pleasant, easy, and nice, and massive change means anxiety and confusion. 9s also mistake themselves for 5s a lot, because they identify with inertia. However, once they finally decide to do something -- they do it. They become stubborn about getting it done, it just takes them a long time to reach that point. (Like Richard Rohr said in his chapter on 9s, everyone wondered when a 9 would get around to proposing to his girlfriend. He delayed for forever, but once he finally did it, they got married right away, because He Had Decided.)

- [...] I hold onto things about me like they're secrets to die with, and every friendship I've ever had is feeling like this person will eventually hate me once they figure out what kind of person I am. As though there's the real me beyond what you're seeing, and it's entirely ugly.

1 wing self-recrimination, perhaps?

- With people, I simultaneously feel detached and yet passionate. I can either be extremely selfish - or wanting to give so much more. [...] There are so many things happening in the world on a daily basis, yet it is almost non-affecting to me. I want to care more! On the outside I feel robotically dead, and sometimes I wish the inside was the same because I'm incapable of letting things go.

Yup, 9. Detachment combined with intense emotions. In an attempt to numb themselves to the unpleasant facets of life, 9s often wind up numbing their own emotions in the process.

No wonder you related to Johanna from Sweeney Todd. She's a 9. ;)

#question #enneagram #enneagram 9

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Hi! Speaking as someone currently having cramps, you really have my deepest sympathies. I'm so sorry you have to deal with this, it's deeply unfair and should absolutely not be tolerated. Imagine if men had cramps, there would literally already be several ways to completely stop them... Hope you'll feel better soon (personally I drink a ridiculous amount of ginger and lemon tea) <3

Also - I just found this video a couple days ago, look at the five minute mark and maybe that helps? I haven't actually tried them myself yet, but I wanted you to know about them just in case!

https://youtu.be/w8RU3QFMhLo

(sorry if you weren't looking for input)

Hello, Solveig!

First of all, I offer sincere apologies that you suffer through cramps, too. And it's like you're reading my mind: if men had to deal with this, I believe that the 'inconvenience' of period cramps and other period-related symptoms would be long gone and dealt with.

Thank you for sending the video! I try the child's position and the good old cat-cow position but I never heard about the pigeon one. Yesterday was a nightmare, I don't think I had cramps this intense for a couple of months. I blame stress and a panic attack the night before.

Does ginger really help? I don't like it at all but if it does maybe I could tolerate it...

Thank you so much for your kind advice. I'm always looking for input, really.

I hope you feel better soon! Mwah!

#wonderful people #asked and answered #veryimportantmuggle #menstruation tw

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veethewriter · 3 years

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@revenge-matchups matchup exchange

Appearance : 5'4 ace/heteromantic girl ambivert.Dark brown hair/eyes(glasses) a little chubby/muscled and pale skin+permanent smirk/smile/ neutral face. My style varies a lot (always comfy) but I never wear dresses heels/makeup. I love to imagine outfits with symbols from fandoms or my own drawings so I have a rather unique style who changes a lot

MBTI: INTP-T

Zodiac: Gemini sun, Taurus rising, libra moon

Enneagram : My dominant is type 5 then 8. Quizzes says that I am a 5w6 or 8w7

Personality : .Sassy sarcastic a little naive but I have a backbone (don't bother flirting with me and if you feel that I am flirting with you which happens a lot then it's just my personality and on the rare occasion I notice they have to confess or I won't believe it) ,calculative,protective,creative,expressive,,tsundere,manipulative,a devil's advocate,prideful,charismatic,smartass,bookworm,daydreamer,a little insensitive/blunt because I'm more on the logical side so I don't really understand or recognize emotions,vengeful,mischievous,a huge tease,open minded,very curious,gets annoyed easily,impatient so kind of a bad temper,observant but not romantically,sadistic to a point but my conscience prevents me from doing these acts.Indifferent to many things,open minded,morally...unique. With my friends I am either laughing, goofing around or annoyed. Those who don't talk to me see me as a nerd aggressive smart and blunt person ( even prideful) and strangers as a polite sweetheart. But I am a chaotic good/neutral. I notice a lot of details because I don't let my guard down even if I daydream plus I have a photographic + sound memory and they work very well in all situations which can be a bother when I try to concentrate which is difficult for me because I get distracted easily.

Dislikes: I fight for my beliefs. I have trust issues so I never talk about my problems and will use humor when confronted. Daylight. Cooking. Slow things or people. When I get teased in a mean way (otherwise I actually like being teased it's a fun fight after). People who don't pay attention to a conversation and then ask to repeat it more than once. People who change side easily and hypocrites. Overly serious people. I tend to be aggressive and expose an annoyed face easily (I am moody), plus I hate orders and love pressing people's buttons it's funny(in a fun way rarely in a mean one) unless it's a sensitive subject. When I feel that I am unwanted or someone insults me or take me for granted I become very cold and distance myself and the relationship becomes strained the more they take time to ask for forgiveness.

Hobbits : Reading, getting lost in a book, drawing, learning, debating, daydreaming, sports (fighting ones), art (music/drawing/writing) and video games

have some bad habits like biting my nails (I just got rid of it)/lips and moving my leg up and down because I am always nervous, disorganized room/sleep and eating schedule plus I am lazy. Of course if someone tried to address my problems I will change the subject or use humor. Also I might try to hide it but I am very competitive and a sore loser

Fun fact : I dream a lot and write my dreams. I don't mind nightmares on the contrary I welcome them because I find them to be a nice experience and they give me ideas plus the amount of emotions you can feel is amazing. I also tend to curse while talking. I rarely get motivated but when I do I give a very good work and put my soul in it, if I don't reach my goal I feel down for a while and become very snappy. In a group project if my comrades don't make their part I will menace them because yes I will say that they didn't do anything and two they better pray. When dealing with an emotional person I don't know what to do I will try to give them words to keep going,it succeed but I am rather harsh plus I try to make jokes to cheer them up.But if a friend breaks down before me I will do my best to cheer them up (ahem jokes and reminding them of all the success they achieved) and if I am comfortable and they want a hug I will give it. I hate people who denies that others helped them. My love language is gifts, quality time, a little act of service and affection in private if comfortable. I have small hands and thin wrists/fingers. I also have malleable cheeks. I also deal with constant headaches because of loud noises or bright lights (I don't get along with the sun) so my glasses are also sunglasses.

For obey me I match you with Lucifer!

I feel like Lucifer would see you as an equal to him of course since you two are together, so he never really bosses you around at all. He knows your responsible enough to handle yourself,tho he will help you if you need it of course. Lucifer may seem like the strict type but he loves to see you goof around because it tells him that you are happy.

Lucifer would love to know about your dreams and the way they make you feel, it makes him feel like he's leaving more about you and humans. Lucifer makes sure to have the lights dimmed in every room so you don't get headaches as much, he doesn't like seeing you in pain all the time. When it comes to your fighting sports Lucifer would love to help you train, he likes seeing your strength as a human grow.

Lucifer would try to help you get rid of your bad habits because he knows it's not good for you to be doing them all the time especially biting your nails. Usually Lucifer wouldn't bother you about talking about your problems but if you seem really upset he will mention something about it even if you push it off with a joke he won't let it go. He wants you to be able to trust him with your problems and not just push him away.

Lucifer rarely shows affection, so he'll do acts of service and gifts to show you that he cares about you (however when he is in a affection mood, it'll probably be him holding your hand.) You and Lucifer debate about topics all the time, it usually just ends up with you both agreeing to disagree. Lucifer doesn't have a problem listening to your conversations at all, he's a really good listener.

You and Lucifer can spend hours in the same room just reading with quiet music playing in the background. There are also rare times were Lucifer will hug you whenever he is upset or he just wants to be near you for a second (of course he won't do this anywhere you are uncomfortable hugging at.) There are also sometimes were he's in a good mood and he'll make jokes with you.

Lucifer doesn't like having to ask people for help at all, so it's very rare that he'll ask you for help. There's food always in the house because of how many people live there so you have no reason to worry about having to cook at all. Lucifer has a lot of info on a lot of things so if you wanna learn something new, he'll probably be able to tell you a few things.

For undertale I match you with underswap papyrus!

Papyrus is the relaxed type, so he's probably the one you relax with all the time. He'll also probably joke around with you often (after all he does love telling jokes.) Papyrus will pull pranks with you all the time, on anyone except maybe his brother. Papyrus would love to cuddle you while you read since he doesn't read a lot himself at all.

Papyrus doesn't get a lot of sleep tho because of the nightmares he gets about the resets and his brother dying. So whenever you two cuddle and he's awake, he'll play with your hair until he eventually falls asleep. Of course if it bothers you he'll stop, he knows your not really the affectionate type.

Papyrus doesn't cry in front of people often but sometimes he can't help it when he wakes up from his nightmares. When you comfort him, he'll eventually fall back asleep in your arms and when he wakes up in the morning he'll thank you (he'll also probably find something to repay you for it.)

Whenever you and papyrus work together on something he'll try his best to help you with it because he doesn't like seeing you mad at him. Surprisingly papyrus does know a lot about science (he just doesn't mention it a lot), so if you wanna talk science with someone, he'll be the one to go to.

Papyrus isn't really that competitive when it comes to things, so he probably won't put up that much of a challenge against you. Papyrus doesn't like talking about his problems, so he's not going to force you to talk about them either. There is however a few things papyrus is stubborn about such as his opinions on people, you won't be able to convince him that someone is actually good if his opinion on them is that they are bad.

Papyrus probably would play video games with you if you wanted to, he's actually really good at them. Papyrus doesn't mind that you curse, just try not to do it around his brother at all. Papyrus likes to see what you draw, he likes seeking how creative you are with things.

Sorry it took a while! Anyways I hope you like it! ❤🖤

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Ok ok Eddie with a jock friend (and eventual s/o), here's what I'm thinking: High school Eddie (whatever version honestly) mouths off to some teachers or embarrasses them with his superior intellect in an insulting way and gets sent to the principal's office. Since this is a repeat offense (try seven times and counting) the punishment is more severe...but the principal says she'll lighten his detention sentence if he uses his smarts for good and enters the high school's peer tutoring program for at least a month. Cue jock who is eager to learn but maybe has a learning disability or ADHD and their course material just isn't sticking.

They come to Eddie for help and he's a bit of an ass at first but then he realizes that they're not just looking for answers; they are genuinely interested in what he has to say and wants to learn so they can do their homework on their own. He gets to know them and how intelligent they are in other ways and his little heart goes doki-doki.

this invoked violent daydreaming in me, i've gotten distracted by my own thoughts every 5 minutes while writing this

Edward with a dumb jock s/o hcs:

safe to say, this situation isn't ideal, and Eddie is not happy at all. he has to deal with idiots and brutes every day anyway, and now they're taking some of his only spare time away from them all just because he was right and his teacher was wrong? why is he constantly being punished for being right, for being smart?

he doesn't get along with his fellow peers from the program at all. some of them recognized him already and knew it was better to stay away lest they wanted to get insulted either by him or everyone else for talking to him, some of them tried to reach out but gave out pretty quickly. in highschool, Edward became way more bratty and mean. in middle school, he was still trying to fit in but he was incredibly overwhelming for other kids and also an easy target, and that really made him resent everyone around him. so getting along with the other students wasn't really an option

however, he dreaded meeting the ones he had to tutor even more. partly because he did not want to deal with some idiots that couldn't get an equation right, partly because he knew most of those idiots are going to be the same ones that always pick on him. half the football team had to be assigned to that program so they would pass their classes. sports don't always give you a get out of jail free pass apparently, and they were forced to study, which didn't sit well with them at all

and then, you came along. he didn't know if you were better or worse than the rest of the jock community that he had the displeasure of meeting. you were just so... dense. it's like you were smart but didn't even know it and couldn't quite use that to your advantage. it fucking annoyed him. incredibly so. you were frustrating beyond imagination. you were getting distracted so easily, and he had to explain the same thing over and over to you and it was driving him up the wall. why couldn't you just get it? Edward both thinks he's the smartest and that nobody will ever understand the lengths his knowledge goes to, and can't quite grasp the fact that people just can't understand something that's so blatantly obvious to him. safe to say, he would not be a good teacher

Ed is absolutely appaled by your eagerness to learn though. practically everything he says flies over your head and despite all his rambling, you still don't understand jack shit, but at the same time... you're such an avid listener. you genuinely think this peer tutoring program could help you get better. you want to get better. and as much as he doesn't want to admit, it really scores you some brownie points in his eyes. because despite everything, you at least try. you don't expect him to do your homework for you and guarantee you a good grade, you genuinely want to work for it. you expect him to explain things to you so you can do that homework yourself and you can be proud of yourself for doing something right. sometimes, he thinks he'd prefer it if you just threatened him to do your work for you because getting you to remember something is an impossible task, but he doesn't mean that

he remembers one of your first study sessions together when he just snapped and almost screamed at you that you were an idiot. to his absolute astonishment, you didn't beat his ass, you didn't even scream back. you just smiled your stupid dorky smile and laughed your stupid dorky smile, saying that he clearly wasn't in the mood so instead of studying you took him for a late lunch. a lunch. and instead of learning more about what you were supposed you, you were trying to learn more about him. best thing is, that day was the first and only time he shared any form of personal information with you and - as opposed to the Mendeleev's table - you memorized most of what he said. hell, next time you saw him, you brought him that specific chocolate he somehow admitted to liking

more and more often, you were bringing him small things, 'thank you gifts' as you called them. as if you knew you were hard to put up with sometimes, at least for him. of course, at first he took it as some sort of bribe, that you tried to worm your way into his graces so he'd do your homework for you or whatever but soon enough you made him realise that you were just genuinely being nice. he has never met someone quite like you, you were an enigma to him

soon enough, he didn't even realise he was looking forward to those study sessions with you. he was constantly lying to himself about how annoying and dense you were, and yet he started feeling more comfortable around you and talking with you freely. he started liking your stupid inquires that usually were something along the lines of "what kind of animal is the Pink Panther", even smirking at them under his nose as if he found idiocy amusing. it was both a nightmare and a blessing to have you around

he couldn't quite understand the weird feeling he got whenever you referred to him as your friend or greeted him at the corridors. or when you offered to have some study sessions at your house because you couldn't keep quiet in the school library and put all the librarians on edge. he didn't really get what was going on with him when he smiled and laughed along with you, in your messy room, as you were trying to figure out how to write a proper essay

he... liked coming to your house. it was admittedly better than the library. your parents were really warm and welcoming, weirdly supportive which he couldn't quite understand since you weren't... well, the brightest. the food was nice, too. and your room was so... you. that's the only way to describe it, what with all the little trinkets and posters and things laying around, and with some music or movies in the background. he also noticed a constantly reoccuring theme amongst your possessions and he was surprised how much knowledge you had on one or two specific subjects. your small little obsessions that you somehow learned about a lot easier than anything else

at some point, without even realising it, you two started hanging out. like, really hanging out, not just meeting up to study. you played some games and talked about random stuff, with you always inquiring about everything, which in turn made him feel like someone actually listened to him for once and rambling for hours to no end. you even tried to teach him your favourite sports, despite his protests, and he was really shocked when you didn't laugh at his general clumsiness and awkwardness when it came to physical activities. you were actually just as weirdly supportive of him as your parents were of you. he didn't see you get annoyed at him even once, and you always tried to explain to the best of your abilities how things worked in sports. show him the proper moves and stances. he didn't quite pick it up, but you two had... fun

spending so much time with you made him notice your strengths, and there were suprisingly many, not just physical (but god, you could just lift him up like a stick? like he wieghed nothing?). he started to slowly figure out your thinking process which made him use different teaching methods that suited you better and lo and behold, there was progress. nothing too crazy, but it was progress. he didn't know which one of you was more proud - you or him

you finally found a way to learn and you started getting better grades. you didn't have to sacrifice school for sports or vice versa. you were going to pass. and all those small victories made Ed realise that soon enough, you won't need him anymore. you'll be capable of learning by yourself, since now you found a good way to do it. you weren't going to meet up with him so often, instead going out with your actual friends since now you could. now you had time. and when i tell you that he almost sabotaged you both just to force you to stick with him for a little while longer-

who was going to tell him stupid jokes now? who was going to listen to him? who was going to talk to him? who was going to cuddle him on your bed and fall asleep there with him from the pure exhaustion from studying? who was going to be his golden retriever friend when you were gone? he wouldn't ever imagine he'd be so sad to get rid of a bumbling idiot in his life? you were his bumbling idiot, and he really didn't want to go back to how things were before he knew you. he didn't want to be alone again. he didn't want to stop being so happy

so let me tell you, the pure fucking relief on his face when you start telling him about how many fun things you two can do now that you don't have to study all the time and hang out more is unimaginable. you never felt him hug you so tight as in that one moment

#riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #the riddler #edward nashton #my writing #headcannons #fluff #some angst #sovereign of succ #god this is my favourite trope #i love it here

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I haven't finished mystic messenger yet. The 14 or whatever day cycle is just too difficult when I'm often at work or working on a project and then I always end up with a bad ending for "ignoring" the route character. (Any advice for finishing so I can Finally get to V's route would be appreciated haha). The only character route I've ever finished is Zen's.

I think it would take a while for him to mature enough to be ready to have a pup. Hes pretty deliberate with all of his actions both because of his personality and because of his career choice. Just like how it is with idols irl I think he'd wait until he's a pretty well established actor before he backs out of the spotlight for a bit and then spends more time mentoring for his company and teaching trainees in the early months of the pregnancy. He'd probably enjoy dabbling in writing scripts as well.

I wonder if it would be sort of a big deal once the public realizes he's an omega? I have no idea if its normal for omegas in that world to be in such prominent positions (since we often map feminist issues to the abo universe for better or worse) (on second thought probably Zen is out as an omega. It would play into the idol sell of sex appeal and also probably be a point of additional contention between him and Jumin anyway distraction)

He'd be a very sweet and gentle Oma. Zen studied a lot so hed probably buy parenting books in like, stages so that he can read ahead on what to expect for his pup's age 😂 which i would appreciate because it doesn't make his alpha feel like they need to know everything.

I imagine him singing too and with the pup like all the time. Gotta keep that vocal tone up and also its good for the development. Alpha just stands in the doorway watching whenever they can. Zen probably know they're there unless he's really really tired so it low key becomes an intimate moment for Zen to just be Hyun, enjoying music and enjoying the moment of making a memory.

Zen was born for the stage so he'd probably go back to training and rehearsals as soon as possible, both to get his name back out there and because his own soul needs it, but omega instincts would be smashing on top of his worry about becoming an absent parent so there's probably already a plan in place for baby to come to work with Apa and stay in sensing range.

He seems like the time to keep his kids away from the media a lot, since he's seen the wildness that can come from bad fans but he'd still make time to go with pup and Apa to the ocean, and make sure that his pup has the good memories he didn't get to make as a kid.

I don't know I'm getting a lot of soft feelings all of a sudden. Imagining Zen in just black pants and a white T-shirt at the beach with a pup, posing for the camera in matching hats. I just feel like he'd be a really kind "cool type" parent in presentation but like hes way more responsible in reality. The only flaw is that he'd probably never get rid of riding a motorcycle. Which like...its hot so as a no kids couple thats scary ish but fine. With a pup, I feel like he'd be more careful and not speed anymore.

Hope you're feeling alright 🥺 thanks for letting us send sweet things to you. If I think of any soft sunny hc I'll send it your way!

(Yeah, I know the way the game works can be pretty tough to fit around a schedule. Unfortunately, I don't have any advice that I think would be helpful, because I completed all the routes while in school/during the pandemic. so I used to do chatrooms during my breaks at school and I had nothing going on during the pandemic so. I also spent quite a lot of money on the game, which I know isn't an option for everyone. Maybe look up guides with the chat times to help schedule it out? Sorry, I can't be of more help!)

I love these headcanons!! I think they're super accurate.

Yes, I think Zen waits for a fair while to have a pup, not only because of his career like you mentioned, but he wants to be married first, and before he gets married, he wants to make amends with his family, so it could take some time.

But once he was ready, he takes a little break for the pregnancy, coaching instead as you said, and he takes almost no maternity after the pup's birth because

a) he's a very quick healer

b) his work defines him and he can't bare to be away from it for too long

He keeps his pup away from the paparazzi as much as he can when they're young just like you said, but he spams the group chat with pics of course. Anyone he trusts is going to be bombarded with pics of Zen's family constantly but the paparazzi will be kept firmly at arms length.

I think your headcanons about Zen singing to his pup is adorable, and I think you're right! He sings to them constantly while he's pregnant, he sings when he puts them to bed or bathes them or calms them down from tantrums or nightmares. It's very, very cute, and it always works to cheer his pup up.

When Zen goes back to work, I think his alpha (who is his manager) works from home for a bit. It would be nice for them to be able to take the pup with them to work, but I don't think it's practical or professional unfortunately, so their pup has a nanny part time and goes to daycare part time.

The little scene by the ocean! Anon, that is beautiful! He would totally make family time a priority. Family is so, so important to Zen! It's a big part of his character.

Thanks for sending this 🥰

#mystic messenger #pup hcs #headcanons #a/b/o #alpha!reader #zen #omegaverse

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morimakesfanart · 3 years

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Sindria's Prophet #16

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~POV Sinbad~ Mori wasn't just a Prophet, she had immense knowledge of her own that was going to make Sindria untouchable. Sinbad was going to achieve his dream much sooner than he had ever imagined. Mori was special; intelligent, clever, capable, and she could read the waves of Fate. Was there any other woman as attractive? The unknown craving that had plagued him for the past week was placated. Delicious wine, beautiful women, delicious food -none of his normal pleasures had fulfilled whatever that feeling was, but for some reason this moment with the his Beautiful Prophet was. "And now you're *my* kind and generous King Sinbad, ... Right?" Mori's bashful confidence was always endearing, but hearing her call him 'my King' in person made something snap in him. They were in a corner and Mori is small; he could easily block view of her in case any of the magicians turned around. He wouldn't even have to lean that far to get a taste of her. "DO EITHER OF YOU Have an ounce of self awareness??” Ja'far popped the bubble that had formed around the two.

King Sinbad froze. Everyone in the room was watching them. Sinbad stood up straight. He shouldn't exactly continue his plans with an audience. He removed his hand from the window and crossed his arms. Yam was practically shaking the magician next to her. "I wasn't the only one to see it this time!” An older magician with a beard laughed and said something like 'to be young.' Another said something a long the lines of "So it's like that then." Ja'far was still grumbling about his King's behavior -he should know better by now, he promised he wouldn't, etc. but 1. Sinbad didn't do anything wrong, and 2. he said he knew what he was doing -he knew how to handle flirting with Mori; he never said anything about not flirting with her. "And you, Lady Prophet," Ja'far changed targets. 'Oh?' Sinbad didn't expect Mori to be reprimanded for his flirting -although, she did flirt back. Ja'far continued, "You said that you knew about Sin's habits so wouldn't fall for him or-" "AAAAAH" Yamuraiha yelled over the other General as she crossed the room as fast as she could, and clapped a hand over his mouth. She turned to the King and Prophet with wide eyes and a forced smile. "Your Majesty! Mori! Would you like to see the spell again with our new changes?!" She didn't let go of Ja'far. The group of magicians started supporting her suggestion with "Let us show you," "I'm sure we've got it this time," and reciting the changes to the formula. They were clearly trying to stop Ja'far from discouraging Mori. Sinbad had no idea why they suddenly decided to become his wingmen, but it was convenient for him since he planed to do more than flirt with her later. Mori walked up to the Generals, although she only addressed Yamuriaha. "Yes, please! Even if it's not perfect I'd like to see your progress!" She spoke with the same forced enthusiasm as Yam. Sinbad only got a glimpse before Mori's back was to him, but her face was definitely a brighter red than it had been a moment ago. She was getting better at flirting with him, but she couldn't hold her composure for long. The King laughed as the head magician practically body checked Ja'far out of her way and left him out of the group before they preformed the newly revised spell. This time it produced a mostly clear stone. It wasn't a high quality diamond, but they had done it. They would have to be careful with this though since it could lower the market value of whatever they make. As they figured out the specifics for every substance they needed, Sindria could become fully self sufficient -they would still deal in trade so as to not completely leave the rest of the world behind. It was amazing. His magicians were amazing for being able to figure this out in such a short time, and his Prophet was just as -if not even more- amazing for knowing all of this and being able to explain it to them. When the excitement around the magic spell died down they finally showed him the microscope. It was a prototype so they had to be gentle with it. Two pieces of glass with water squished between them were slid under and when Sinbad looked through the lenses he saw the strange small creatures that Mori had written about. Seeing them forced him to accept that what Mori wrote about 'germs' had to be true too -and those were even smaller than these things. Looking at those things squirming around and knowing they were everywhere made his skin crawl. The King stopped looking through the device. "They really are real." "Yup." Mori responded plainly. "And now that you all know and have proof. There's going to have to be a lot of changes. The way illnesses are handled is obvious, but there's going to have to be a lot more changes to how food and housing and things are handle to better maintain sanitary environments. I know a bunch of sanitation procedures so I can help there too." Ja'far was rubbing his temples. "This is going to be a logistical nightmare. Do you realize that we are going to have to fix all those things and get all Sindrians to understand without having it affect our production or

trade??" "It's not like we're doing this alone." Mori tried to comfort him. "We'll figure something out." The conversation moved to this new problem. His Beautiful Prophet really was something else. She had solutions to problems they didn't even know they had. Mori had a habit of using her hands whenever she talked -even more when she was excited. She was cute and deserved to know, but she was in the middle of helping his people so he would hold his tongue and just watch her. If Sinbad was honest, he had stopped listening to the conversation a while ago and was just looking for an opportunity to finally ask Mori -and Yam of course- if they would join him for dinner so he could get all of his Generals more aquatinted with her. Someone mentioned a specific scroll in one of the libraries. Before the whole group could drag Mori out of the room, King Sinbad raised a hand and got everyone's attention. "I know there's a lot to do, but I have some things to discuss with my Beautiful Prophet as well." Mori looked back at him. "What is it?” It seemed that nickname wasn't as affective as before -hopefully it was just the timing. "Is it something we can talk about here?” "I was thinking we could talk over dinner," Sinbad paused to see how she would respond to the implications. Mori's eyes widened and her shoulders tensed, and best of all that blush came back. "With all of my Generals, of course." Mori blushed harder realizing he was messing with her. Yam looked disappointed at first -his Generals cared way to much about him finding a wife- but then she looked content with being a part of the plan. "You might have met them, and know them from reading Fate but they still don't know you yet." He finished. Yam spoke first. "This is a great idea. Pisti was just telling me that she wanted to get to know Mori." Mori regained her composer. "I'd like to get to know everyone personally too, so I'm find with this." It was a roundabout way of saying 'yes.' Her blush was gone but she was still embarrassed. With that settled, Ja'far let Yam and Mori know when dinner would be ready. It was a little earlier than he normally ate but this would give them more time to mingle before they'd be completely out of sunlight. "Well then," the King turned to his Prophet, "since we have some time beforehand-" "OH no you don't!" Ja'far cut in. "You've already had a long enough break *and* you plan on ending early today? The least you can do is work your butt off until then." --- ~POV Mori~ The King was pushed out of the room by his right hand man. I had a mix of relief and longing watching him go. "You'll see his Majesty again soon." Yam had a sweet smile on her face, but I knew better than to trust it. All eyes were on me and they were no longer the eyes of academics; they were hungry for gossip. I was not ready to explain why shipping us was a bad idea. "So about that scroll you mentioned earlier..." I completely shifted conversation back to the eventual rebuilding effort and luckily one of them obliged me.

I was lead to one of the libraries and handed a few scrolls on the construction used in the country. I had read a little on ancient construction methods out of interest and some on modern methods since my uncle worked in the industry. I had a little bit of experience with construction when I worked at a community theater, but it wouldn't be anything the people here wouldn't know. That paired with these documents showing how magic was used in the process made what little I did know completely useless. 'Can't know everything I guess.' I turned my head up towards the ceiling. I wasn't sure how much time I had left and I decided to use it soaking up the ambience of the library. The smell of paper, the maze-esc layouts, the quiet feeling; it's like a gentle space separate from the rest of the world. The libraries of the Black Libra Tower also had huge windows to let in a ton of natural lighting. I was really going to enjoy working in this place. --- Yam and I ended up lost in conversation, so someone ended up being sent to bring us to the dinner. When we finally arrived and opened the doors to the dining hall my nose was filled with the smell of herbs and delicious food. This was my first meal that wasn't paired with bitter medicine. I might have been procrastinating subconsciously to avoid the medicine I was no longer taking. Everyone was already there chatting. The long table was covered with food, but I couldn't make out any of it from the door. King Sinbad was sitting at the head of the table at the other end of the room with a goblet in his hand. Yamuraiha started in ahead of me and called into the room. "I'm sorry we're so late! We were talking about magical proofs and," she rambled in her explanation. I heard a few comments of congrats for getting better and said "Thanks" reflexively more than consciously. As I got closer, I ignored the Generals at the table to look at the spread. There were a few different types of fish, meat of some kind, a bunch of vegetables, and bread. It brought tears to my eyes; It was so beautiful. The Imuchukk laughed at my obvious interest in the food. "What are you waiting for? There plenty for everyone." He was sitting closest to the door. I didn't look away from the food when I answered. "I'm small with a small stomach so I'm going to need to pace myself to be able to eat a little of everything. If I save the best for last like I normally do then I might not even get to eat it." That garnered laughs and comments. I ignored them; I was too busy weighing my options. As the guest of honor I was placed at the opposite end of the table from King Sinbad. Thank goodness, because I didn't think I could handle being super close to him all evening. Even with the direct line of sight, I had distance to protect me. Yam sat on the other side of Hina from me. Pisti was on my other side. Sharrkan was across from Yam. Spartos was between Yam and Ja'far. Drakon was across from Ja'far. And Masrur was between Drakon and Sharrkan.

I picked up my plate to get food. "Alright. I've decided to just grab my favorites. If I have room later then so be it!" I was used to being watched while I eat so their stares didn't bother me. I covered my plate in all of the types of fish and some vegetables. "I take it you like fish?" Sinbad asked while I was taking some of the fish that was on his end of the table. "It's my favorite!" I answered excitedly. I could tell as I placed the grilled fish on my plate that it was going to be heavenly. It was already flaking and letting the smell reach me faster. I couldn't wait to get back to my seat and took a bite of the fish. It melted in my mouth. I let out a squeak of approval as I grabbed another bite. After a moment Sinbad asked me another question. "What do you think of greasy foods?" It felt pointed. "I'll eat it if it's the only option, but I'm not a fan." The Generals made some comments that amounted to, "They have the same taste." I was too busy enjoying my food to think about what they were saying. Pisti asked me her own pointed question as I sat down. "Do you like alcohol?" They were comparing me to Sinbad. I suddenly remembered the Official Character Encyclopedia. According to it, Sinbad's favorite food was fish, his least favorite was greasy, and his favorite snacks were the types that paired well with alcohol. "I'm not a big drinker, but it's not like I dislike alcohol. I'm just allergic to sulfites." "Huh?" The group asked in unison. Time to explain one of my allergies again. "Sulfites are a very useful preservative so it was also added to a lot of foods back home including alcohol. All grape wines produce sulfites naturally. When I ingest about 2 shots of a drink that contains sulfites I will struggle to breathe for about an hour." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the goblet of wine I didn't realize was in front of me was grabbed by Hinahoho. They all looked panicked at each other like they had just dodged a bullet. In an attempt to relieve the tension, Sinbad asked Yam to catch everyone up on the meeting from earlier. Yam started ranting about the progress we had made with the alchemy magic. While they focused on reclaiming the mood, I focused on the delicious food. I tried a root vegetable on my plate. It was a little earthy with a subtle sweetness. The seasoning added to the sweet, but also had a little spice similar to cracked pepper. It had been streamed so it wasn't crunchy. I was asked to repeated what I told Sin and Ja'far earlier about the tech of home, Their questions had me explain more about my world and many of the things I had done: volunteer work to get scholarships, marketing for some networking organizations and some other companies, an assistant and teacher in out of school programs for 6 years while also working at a theater to pay for my own education. I only mentioned some of the places I had traveled to. I didn't even get to the things I did as hobbies or in working toward my dream of being a full time writer&artist. "I'm surprised by how much you say you've done." Drakon commented. I had heard similar before when talking about my past. "Is it really that shocking? Considering my age, I think it makes sense for me to have done a bit." It's more shocking that I was doing all that while getting so sick from my chronic illnesses that I would be fully bedridden and need a machine to breathe at least once a year until I turned 15. But I had also ate up inspiration porn as a child as a motivation to not let my body hold me back if I could. "Aren't we around the same age?" Yam asked me in response. I laughed. "Do I look 23 to you?" I've been mistaken for much younger than I actually was for as long as I could remember. It 1st became a problem when I turned 18 and got told I was clearly 12 with a fake ID when trying to buy an M rate game (Devil May Cry btw). "You're not?” ”Nope.” I rested my elbows on the table, interlocked my fingers, and I placed my chin on top with a smile, "But I'm curious how old you all think I am now." At 25 I was mistaken for a 14

year old. At least, a few months back someone thought I was legal (they guessed 19). Most realized I had to be older the more they talked to me, but their impressions never fully dissipated. As frustrating as it was, I found amusement in times like this by turning my age into a guessing game. Sharkkan had the face of someone fearing they had hit on someone too young. "You are at least 20, right?” They all suddenly looked worried. "I'm definitely older than 20." I answered. Pisti laughed. She was also short with a baby face; she knew my struggle. "Maybe she's older than Ja'far!” Of course she would make the closest guess. "There's no way she's older than me." Ja'far scoffed. "I am older than 25 though.” I could have teased him but I held my tongue since he already seemed annoyed with me. "How old are you then?” Hina asked. "I'm 29.” I smiled at everyone's surprise. I might only have surface levels similarities to Sinbad, but when you're a simp for a fictional character does that really matter? "I was born on April 7th so I should only be 5 days younger than King Sinbad since he was born on the 2nd. However, I don't know if there's a time dilation between my world and this one. The day we met was Oct 3rd for me back home. It wasn't the same date here, was it?" Sinbad is 29, Ja'far is 25, and Masrur is 20 during the Balbadd arc; their 2nd set of ages are 30, 26, and 21 respectfully. Ja'far's birthday is Aug 30th and Masrur's is Dec 27. Those 2nd ages listed can't be for right after the 6 month time skip because no matter how you calculate it the shortest distance between those 3 birthdays is 8 months. I was really interested in how the current arbiter of this world was going to figure this out. "It was Oct 3rd here too." "Oh. Well, that's convenient," was what I said while my thoughts were cursing the arbiter. 'That lazy son of a bitch synced the worlds so they wouldn't have to deal with a time dilation. I can feel it. Hold on... I arrived on Oct 3rd; the coup was 4 days later on the 7th. 6 months later would mean Sinbad arrives back in Sindria on my birthday. Did some 'real me' somewhere plan a b-day present for myself in some self-indulgent fanfiction??' ((Yes. Yes, I did UwU & I plan on making Mori panic then too.)) King Sinbad had that smile on his face that told me he was ready to flirt. "I didn't realize we were so close in age." No colors got in my way when he talked. That was good. I was desensitized again, and wouldn't have to deal with unnecessary distractions. I couldn't tease Ja'far, but I could tease his Majesty. "I know, right? It's amazing what the difference of 5 days can do for one's complexion." Sinbad froze and his expression went blank. Something that was probably wine sprayed across the table as Sharkkan had a spit take before erupting into laughter with Hinahoho and Pisti. "Oh my" Yam murmured with a hand over her mouth. Drakon , Spartos, and Ja'far stared at me in disbelief. Sinbad still wasn't responding... Maybe teasing him about his age was a bad idea. So far, unless it was something important I flirted with Sinbad since that was the best way to get on his good side; hearing something like this from me must have hurt a bit extra. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I forgot just how sensitive he was about his age. I ended up flailing my hands from nerves, and to get his attention. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that when I know how self conscious you are." He flinched. "I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but you won't look any older than you do now 5 years from now..." "I uh.. Is that so?" Sinbad asked as he started to regain himself. "It is. You'll be just as-” "If you're willing to talk about the future, does that mean you are finally ready to explain about those calamities you mentioned in Balbadd?" Ja'far cut in with a fierce look. He had been waiting for any mention of the future to bring this up. The King spoke with a gentle but stern tone. "I don't know if this is the time for that conversation. This is Mori's first meal with

everyone after all." "I'm fine. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. As long as everyone else is willing to talk seriously for a few mins, I don't see the problem." I had been avoiding this conversation for long enough. There were things I still planned to keep secret, but I couldn't avoid having this conversation forever. And besides, I could feel in the waves that Ja'far wasn't going to let this night end unless I explained some of it. ((I have the next 3 chapters written but it's going to take me a bit to draw all of illustrations & comics. Also, good luck to all the students reading this. I know classes are starting up again. Be safe out there.))

#magi prophet fanfic #sinbad x oc #magi sinbad x oc #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi fanfic #magi sinbad #yamuraiha

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toomanyrobins · 3 years

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a little birdie told me pt. 10

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, mentions of alcohol abuse

Word Count: 1.8k

series masterlist // next part

Y/N was in the kitchen when she heard someone return home. She had been sitting at the kitchen island, staring down at a glass of whiskey. She had poured it to settle her nerves, but had yet to pick it up. Pepper walked in and immediately could tell that something was bothering her daughter. She saw the glass and slowly slid it out of Y/N’s hands, “What’s wrong? I thought last night was a success. Did something happen?” The younger woman nodded and refused to meet Pepper’s eyes. It didn’t take much for the intuitive woman to guess what was ailing her daughter. She nodded, “You finally realized you are in love with Steve.”

“I didn’t mean to be,” Y/N wailed as she slammed her forehead onto the island, “ow.”

“Why is this such a bad thing?”

“Because the last person I was with was a terrible person,” Birdie grumbled, “I had every intention of staying single forever to avoid feeling like shit every again.”

“Honey, that’s insane. Anyone with eyes can see that Steve is disgustingly in love with you and would move mountains to make you happy.”

“It’s just so soon. Too soon.”

“There’s no timeline for this kind of thing. When you know, you know.” Pepper laughed to herself, “The funniest thing is that when I confronted your father about the arranged marriage, he told me that the plan was for you and Steve to get married.”

Y/N shot her head up and nearly toppled off the stool, “What? He picked Steve for me? I—I have to go.”

Y/N was trying to keep her head on straight as she walked into George’s office. The entire drive over, she had tried to calm down and approach this with some levelheadedness. Before she could even sit down across from the desk, that plan was thrown our the window, “I need answers and I don’t think Dad will tell me everything. Why were you going to marry me off to Steve?”

George sighed and leaned forward, “First of all, I’ve told your father that you should’ve been told about all of this. The truth of the matter is that we needed stability in the families and this was a way to bring us together. HYDRA had started gaining power and your marriage was a way to secure some balance and open up channels that had previously been closed off to us. Also, we had seen the two of you together. You got on well. Why the sudden interest?”

“I don’t know if I can stay here. Apparently, everyone has decided I’m Jamie’s mom. No kid deserves to be stuck with me as their mother.”

He leaned back in his chair, “He really did a number on you.”

Y/N felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs but she tried to play dumb, waiting to see how much he knew, “Who?”

“You think I don’t know things, Birdie? I’ve got your medical records from your hospital visit. I know that your hospital visit wasn’t a one time thing. I know about the miscarriage. I may not know his name, but I will soon.”

“Ho—how?

“I'm a Barnes. A third of the group that runs New York. You think I can’t get information?”

“Have you told anyone?” They both knew who Y/N was truly worried about.

“I haven’t told Steve or Tony. You should though. I highly doubt they would be mad at you for anything,” his voice softened, “You were abused, Birdie. Nothing that he did to you is your fault.”

Her nails were digging into her palm, trying to focus on anything else, “I let him kick me in the stomach. I didn’t even try to stop him. What kind of fucked up, evil person does that?”

“You’re not evil. You’re hurting and have been for a while. I don’t think running will solve anything for you. Are you truly capable of leaving Jamie behind? Your family? Can you leave Steve when you love him?”

Y/N looked at her godfather, “I don’t love Steve.”

He laughed, “You used to be better at lying. He has always brought you back down to earth. I thought a match between the two of you would settle you down. Steve even agreed to it, but he stipulated that you had to go to college first and that you had to agree. He couldn’t force it on you.”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. She thought that he had just been hiding the marriage from her. Never had she considered that he knew he was her future husband, “He knew the whole time? Why would he want to marry me?”

“Of course, he knew. God knows why, because you were insane, and still are. He was ready to marry you. Clearly he thought you could make each other happy.”

“He didn’t tell me he knew it was him the whole time. I just thought he knew you were marrying me off.”

“Seems he wanted a chance to romance you all on his own, but you were gone before he got the chance.”

“This is so much information,” Y/N rubbed her temples.

George poured himself a drink, “I was like you for a really long time. I fought with my father every time I saw him, and I spent most of my teens and twenties drunk and alone. It’s a sad, lonely life that you have an opportunity to avoid. Take a chance, make mistakes. It’ll be worth it.”

Y/N sat there for a minute, trying to absorb all of the information that had been thrown at her. The office door burst open and Tony came in, “Good, your mother said you’d be here. I need you to do something.” Y/N’s nerves immediately felt like they were on fire. The moment her father had that look on his face, it was a problem, “There is a deal coming up and we need to present a united front. With the rumours swirling since your return, we’ve discussed and think the best move is for you to marry Steve.”

“Tony—,” George tried to warn him that it wasn’t the time. The whole office was frozen as she absorbed the information.

The laugh that broke the spell was harsh when Y/N realized he wasn’t kidding, “Oh my god. OH MY GOD! That talk about not wasting my life was just a load of crap.” She whirled around to Tony, “You will never learn, will you? I am not some piece of property that you can trade!”

Her father tried to walk closer but she stopped him. He continued anyway, “What is your objection to Steve, exactly? He’s a good man...mostly. We thought he'd be a good match for you three years ago and you are even closer now.”

Y/N started to walk towards the door but she turned, “I knew about your plans for me then. It’s part of the reason I left. You move people around like pawns and don’t seem to know or care that your choices affect us. All I’ve ever wanted is a say in my life and every fucking time I think maybe it’ll be different, you manage to prove me wrong. So congratulations, you continue to fuck it up.” She stared unblinkingly at Tony, “I think it goes without saying that I’ll be taking you up on your offer.”

Y/N walked down into the Ivory bar on a mission. She found her brother in his usual booth with the group. She marched up to the table, “Evening, gentlemen.” They all nodded at her before she turned her attention to Steve. She planted her hands on the table, “Look here, Rogers, you can just move on to the next girl and stop wasting my time and yours. Do me a favor and lose my number. I’ll never marry you.”

She didn’t look back as the men watched her through the window. She swung her leg over her bike and shot off. No one said a word and instead turned to look at Tony and George who had come down after her.

After she had left, Y/N pulled off near Central Park and parked. She wandered for hours until she bumped into someone. She had felt the weight of someone’s gaze for a while. Spinning around, she expected to see a familiar guard and was ready to tell them off. Instead of one of Tony’s men, it was the person who haunted her nightmares. “Better watch where you’re going, darling.” The voice made her blood run cold. Y/N was looking into the eyes of Brock Rumlow, the devil himself.

She stumbled back, trying to put some distance between them, “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you. You think I’d just let you leave?” Brock grabbed her arm and jammed a finger into her stomach, “You’ve got my kid in there.”

She laughed in his face, “No, I don’t.” He gritted his teeth and tightened his on her arm. Y/N knew that she was going to have bruises later.

“You killed our baby?” she shook her head, but Brock was blinded by rage. He shook her, “Don’t lie to me, you traitorous whore.”

“You beat me so badly that night that I lost the baby. There is no one to blame but you. And now, you have no claim over me.” Y/N wrenched her arm away, “You lose.”

“That’s where you are wrong, darling. What would Daddy Stark think of you running away to be with me? A member of HYDRA? Would they keep you if they knew the truth? You really would be a traitorous whore in everyone’s eyes.”

Y/N thought she was going to be sick. Brock was a member of HYDRA? She couldn’t believe she hadn’t known. This was so much worse than she could have imagined. “Stay away from me.” She turned and walked away.

He called after her, “I’ll be seeing you, baby!” The moment she rounded the corner, she took off in a run. Y/N’s thoughts flying as fast as she was down the streets. Once she was a block away, she cut off into an alley. She needed a moment to get her plan organized. As much as it pained her to admit it, Brock was probably right. If everyone knew the details about his connection to HYDRA, at minimum, she’d be exiled and never be able to see her family again. At worse, she’d be dead… a traitor to the Three Families. Y/N knew that there was only one thing she could do to make her position more secure and she hated it more than anything: she needed to marry Steve Rogers.

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jeankrlev · 3 years

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Hello! This is @revenge-matchups

MBTI: INTP-T

Zodiac: Gemini sun, Taurus rising, libra moon

Enneagram : My dominant is type 5 then 8. Quizzes says that I am a 5w6 or 8w7

Hobbits : Reading, getting lost in a book, drawing, learning, debating, daydreaming, sports (fighting ones), art (music/drawing/writing) and video games

Fun fact : I dream a lot and write my dreams. I don't mind nightmares on the contrary I welcome them because I find them to be a nice experience and they give me ideas plus the amount of emotions you can feel is amazing. I also tend to curse while talking. I rarely get motivated but when I do I give a very good work and put my soul in it, if I don't reach my goal I feel down for a while and become very snappy. In a group project if my comrades don't make their part they deal with the consequences without me I do my part no theirs. But if I know the person works and is just a lazy worker like me I won't pester them, I am a lazy student (hell if I don't feel like writting I don't especially exercises that I understood) but also at top of my class so none says anything (i can befriend people easily if I want to, teachers included). When dealing with an emotional person I don't know what to do I will try to give them words to keep going, it succeed but I am rather harsh plus I try to make jokes to cheer them up.But if a friend breaks down before me I will do my best to cheer them up (ahem jokes and reminding them of all the success they achieved) and if I am comfortable and they want a hug I will give it. I hate people who denies that others helped them. My love language is gifts, quality time, a little act of service and affection in private if comfortable. Unfortunately for me who was the tallest when I was younger one is I am not anymore plus my hands and wrist are tiny so fiding a ring/bracelet/watch my size is very difficult (okay maybe not for ring I think I am a size 8 or 7 but all my rings are bigger than my fingers). I also have malleable cheeks. I also deal with constant headaches because of loud noises or bright lights (I don't get along with the sun) so my glasses are also sunglasses.

Thank you!

I match you with Levi!!

I feel like you’d both be the opposite side of the same coin if that makes any sense. Y’all would get into some petty little fights that would infuriate him but he’d also find them amusing and look forward to them. He doesn’t mind that you’re a couple inches taller or that you’re any bigger than him. He’d actually enjoy it, since he grew up starving and all. Levi would definitely do the cooking around the house and would push you to learn as well so you don’t depend on him. Just pushes you to be the best version of yourself or at least be able to survive on your own without him lmao. Every morning levi asks you about your dreams and is very intrigued by the way you like to journal your dreams. He’s had a very different experience with dreams and sleep in general so it’s nice to see at least someone gets peace during sleep. Btw when he can’t sleep he’d def just kinda admire you and wonders what youre dreaming. Even though Levi is pretty serious he allows himself to be free with you at least more than he is with anyone else kinda like that one episode Historia punched him and he smiled. Looks at you with adoration although at the beginning you probably pressed his buttons and he was frustrated with you. Would 100% watch true crime and scary movies with you although he’s a bit of a grump and doesn’t look like the type to be scared he kinda is but enjoys watching with you regardless. He might just snuggle closer to you sometimes . Y’all would definitely own at least one cat I’m a firm believer levi would be a cat lover. Probably the most spoiled cat in the world and is definitely your guys child. Training for whatever Sport you play is something levi would enjoy doing with you. Mainly because y’all can get competitive and it usually ends with one of you doing house chores if they loose. Levi would find it pretty hot if you beat him in a match. Overall you’d teach Levi to be spontaneous and he’d teach you stability a balance of the two where there’s not too much of one. Kinda like the yin and yang.

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delvalentine · 3 years

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Hello! Can I have a romantic matchup for tears of themis please?

Appearance : 5'4 ace/heteromantic girl ambivert.Dark brown hair/eyes (I wear glasses but they are also sun glasses because bright lights give me a headache) a little chubby/muscled and pale skin+permanent smirk/smile/ neutral face. Plump lips. My style varies a lot (always comfy) but I never wear dresses heels/makeup. I love to imagine outfits with symbols from fandoms or my own drawings so I have a rather unique style (most of the time I wear a NASA jacket and leather boots/sneakers, I also love sleeveless turtleneck) who changes a lot. I have malleable cheeks and tiny hands/fingers/wrist.

MBTI: INTP-T and chaotic neutral/good

Zodiac: Gemini

Personality : .Sarcastic,a little naive but I have a backbone (don't bother flirting with me and if you feel that I am flirting with you which happens a lot then it's just my personality and on the rare occasion I notice they have to confess or I won't believe it) ,calculative,protective,creative,expressive,manipulative,a devil's advocate,prideful,charismatic, smartass, bookworm, daydreamer, a little insensitive/blunt because I'm more on the logical side ,vengeful, mischievous, a huge tease, open minded, very curious, gets annoyed easily, impatient (unless it's in drawing because I am a perfectionist there) so kind of a bad temper, observant but not romantically,sadistic to a point but my conscience prevents me from doing these acts. Indifferent to many things, morally ambiguous as my moral compass is on the neutral side I don't believe in absolute evil/good, y'all better thank my conscience they work too well I never have fun.

With my friends I am either laughing, goofing around or annoyed. I love to give bad puns or cursed ideas who are gore/weird and saying I know y all love me. Those who don't talk to me see me as a nerd aggressive smart and blunt person ( even prideful) and strangers as polite and kind. I notice a lot of details because I don't let my guard down even if I daydream plus I have a photographic + sound memory and they work very well in all situations which can be a bother when I try to concentrate which is difficult for me because I get distracted easily. Also I have very weird reflexes so...anyone who approaches me by surprise gets hit, any sudden movement and I already have my leg/arm going their way which got me into a lot of trouble.

Dislikes: I fight for my beliefs. I have trust issues so I never talk about my problems and will use humor when confronted. Bright lights. Cooking. Slow things or people. When I get teased in a mean way (otherwise I actually like being teased it's a fun fight after). People who change side easily and hypocrites. Overly serious people. I tend to be aggressive and expose an annoyed face easily (I am moody), plus I hate orders and love pressing buttons it's funny(in a fun way rarely in a mean one) unless it's a sensitive subject. When I feel that I am unwanted or someone insults me or take me for granted I become very cold and distance myself and the relationship becomes strained the more they take time to ask for forgiveness, something I might give but will never forget.

Likes: I love cats/laughter/sweets/pranks/dark humour/ a true crime and Supernatural enthusiast and I love science especially concerning space, chemistry, robotic and psychology. Books, sleep, drawing and video games too. Cherries. Sushi.Oh and debates I love them. Surprises too I hate routine and runs away from it. I like making character analysis which I often get right but never show to the people around me because I know they will trust me less.

Hobbits : Reading, getting lost in a book, drawing, learning, debating, daydreaming, sports (I practice karate and shooting), art (piano/drawing/writing especially poetry) and video games

I have some bad habits like biting my nails (I just got rid of it by painting them black)/lips and moving my leg up and down because I am always nervous, disorganized room/sleep and eating schedule plus I am lazy. Also I might try to hide it but I am very competitive and a sore loser

When I get hurt, none takes me seriously because I start laughing uncontrollably even if it hurts a lot. Which means if I get stabbed, I am not dying of blood lost, nooo I am dying of laughter.

I rarely get motivated but when I do I give a very good work and put my soul in it, if I don't reach my goal I feel down for a while and become very snappy.

I am a lazy student (hell if I don't feel like writting I don't especially exercises that I understood) but also at top of my class so none says anything (i can befriend people easily if I want to, teachers included). My projects are often done last minute or just improvisation but I get a good mark at them which means that yes sometimes I can become arrogant and I don't really know what it feels like to study really hard and fail sorry. But I know it will bite me later. I often argue my way out of a situation with anyone : I know the exercise why should I write it? If I told you the answer then I know how I got it and you know it too no need for me to write the correction. Mum the brain is a muscle too so I am in fact exercising.

When dealing with an emotional person I don't know what to do I will try to give them words to keep going, it succeed but I am rather harsh plus I try to make jokes to cheer them up.But if a friend breaks down before me I will do my best to cheer them up (ahem jokes and reminding them of all the success they achieved) and if I am comfortable and they want a hug I will give it. I hate people who denies that others helped them.

My love language is gifts, quality time, a little act of service and affection in private if comfortable. I also love to send memes saying it reminds me of us/you and holding pinkies.

I am stubborn, moody (one day I can be really cold/snappy to the person because I am in a bad mood but I apologize after). I speak Arabic, french and English (in that order) and trying to learn italian. I am also an only child.

Thank you!

vyn richter

vyn has an ambiguous moral compass that would allow the two of you to be more compatible than with the others who are more goody two-shoes type. he has an extensive understanding of the human psyche and doesn't need you to explain yourself; he just gets you.

he finds your dream log fascinating, and also respects that you don't fear nightmares. often times the two of you might get together for tea and discuss the meanings, having actual conversations instead of just "how are you" "good" and letting it die there.

vyn is an academic and would welcome debate with you. instead of getting hostile or making it seem like fighting, the debates would be properly intellectual. he would quietly try to motivate you as well, perhaps baking your favourite treat, and being cruel enough to withhold them until you get something done. in turn, he needs to you balance out his seriousness, introducing him to new standards of life he dismissed earlier.

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