#gimmer | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lightwing-s · 3 months

Note

May I request hcs for batboys when their mute!fem!reader traced the words "i love u" on their backs before trying to spell the words to them?

the batboys when mute!reader writes 'i love you' on their backs

a/n: it's been a while since i last wrote one of those. thanks for the request! i had a lot of fun writing it ♡

Before you even finished writing, Dick would’ve already turned around and faced you, a beaming smile gracing his lips. He’d look at you, eyes probably watery, and wait for you to smile back at him to start plastering your face with kisses. In between each one of them a new ‘I love you’ sang aloud, ready to let the world know he reciprocated your feelings and that you too loved him, because if you couldn’t voice your love to the world, he’d do so for the two of you. Proudly!

Jason, however, would be more chill about it, but not less enthusiastic. When he realizes what you’ve done, he’d stop for a while, letting it all sink in. He’d smile to himself, the realization slowly warming your heart, before turning around to look at you. His eyes were warm, giving you a sense of comfort and certainty after you’d worried about what would be his response. Moving closer, closing the gap between you two, he’d softly whisper against your lips ‘I love you too’ before taking your breath away with a kiss.

In similar fashion, when it comes to Tim, he’d take just as long as his brother to let your words click into place. But differently, he'd ponder for a while if it was true or not. Eye to eye with you, he’d be serious while mouthing and gesturing to question ‘For real?’, something you’d reply with a simple nod of your head. Worry would flood your heart after his initial reaction, but it would all be washed out when the corners of his lips started spreading out in his face, reaching from ear to ear, in the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. A gimmer in his eyes sparkled brighter as he’d ask ‘Can I kiss you?’ before you gladly allowed him to join your lips together, the butterflies awakened in both your bodies.

When he figured out the words you’d drawn on his back, our little Dami wouldn’t know how to react. He wouldn’t know if you meant it, if it was real or just you playing around. Was it a writing of truth or just for fun? What if he’d guess it wrong? Was it really “I love you”? Was he imagining things? Out of doubt, he would opt for not saying anything, keeping quiet until he got clarification, until he was sure what he thought was indeed true. He didn’t want to assume something and ruin your relationship. He also didn’t want to raise any expectations, afraid he’d end up getting hurt in the end. So he’d wait, he would wait until you did it again, or until you told him in any other way. Seeing your confirmation would leave him in a frenzy, blushing redder than Jason’s helmet, getting as crazy as Dick when he can’t find his cereal in the pantry. Honestly? Damian would run away, hide himself from the shame of not knowing what to do and the shyness of a love confession. And you’d laugh, because you truly loved that little dwarf and his apparent inability to comprehend your affection was just one of the reasons why.

643 notes · View notes

padawansuggest · 4 months

Text

I want an AU where Yoda isn’t a Jedi. Not a Sith!!!!! But like a Hondo-level-criminal. He makes jokes and steals your lunch and beats you with a gimmer stick (this is funny because the properties of gimmer wood are pain relieving) and then he flirts with your dad. He’s a menace to society. And also beloved by most the galaxy cause also he saves a lot of people and is still called Grandmaster Yoda but it’s more of a tagname than a title.

Anyways. I thought his crimes were funny and he should do more of them.

#star wars #Yoda #he’s still Obi’s grandpa and stole him from Bandomeer as a smol teen #he raised that kid

210 notes · View notes

obae-me · 5 months

Text

The Brothers and their Nightmares

I was going to post this for Halloween, but things came up as they always do and I couldn't get to finishing it until now. Enjoy the late angst and spoops!

These are just dream scenarios I imagined the Brothers would suffer with, connected to both their Sin and the personal things they struggle with. Most of it is symbolic but could still be triggering for some.

TW: Hurt/No Comfort, Violent Images, Death, Blood, Angst, Nightmare Scenarios, Burning, Broken Bones, Disturbing Scenes that may upset readers. As Always, Read Safely.

Lucifer:

Displayed in a box. Preserved. Hung on a shelf for all to see. Trapped in a clear case with giant pins puncturing his wings and limbs in place. A perfect specimen.

The pain is immense. The torture almost unbearable, but this is where he belongs, right? To be shown off with Pride? To weather any struggles and pain to shine ever brighter in the light? A diamond only need be pressurized, cut, and polished before it's valuable.

Blurry faces of demons and angels and humans alike all pass him by, pointing at him and observing him with awe, sometimes fear, but nothing more. A living piece of art. He's searching for any familiarity amongst the crowd. The people he loves the most, the people he wants to shine for above all, the people he's suffering for!

Please! Give him a reason to endure this crucifixion! Prove to him that this is worth it! Let him know that he's enough! This prison must mean something! Don't say it was all for nothing! Everything he's worked for! Everything he's lamented over, toiled for! Look at him! Appreciate him!

But no one ever comes.

In the end he's left alone. The pins push deeper. The blood dripping from his eyes.

Just a caged butterfly.

Mammon:

Glistening palms. Shimmering faces. Gold as far as the eye can see. A perfect shining kingdom. Frozen lifeless subjects. This isn't what he wanted.

Come on, Belphie. Beel? What about you Asmo?... Satan?... No... Levi, please... Hells no... Lucifer!

Unmoving metal lips match each stiff jeweled eye. His hands... He- he had only touched them. That was all he did. Right? All he had done was love them. The Greed had become too much. In his ambition for glory, his corrupted embrace had tainted his family past the flesh. Motionless mannequins, that's all they were now. Cursed to shine till the end of time. His treasures that he had always craved.

Was this what he had wanted all along? No! He had created this all for his family! His friends! His loved ones! They were to all to gimmer with him! Not leave him alone! He did this. He always took things too far. Steal and cheat and lie until nothing remained! Rotten scum! Why couldn't he just listen? Why couldn't he just be better?! Give him a second chance... please. He can be better... Someone say something...

A destiny written in stone. Take. Even the lives of his brothers.

No matter how hard he tries, he only makes things worse.

Surrounded by the Fool's gold.

Levi:

Clanging, burning chains. There's a constant deafening buzzing in the air, the chatter of thousands of people. The voices rise and fall in rhythm, like the beating of war drums, or the increasing pace of his heart. He can't think, he can hardly see, and he can't breathe.

Millions of shining eyes stare down at his restrained body in the middle of a stadium. The blinding gazes singe his body, his skin melting off his bones. He's not the only one at the center of attention. Other people, other contestants are here to play the same game. Win, and get everything you ever dreamed. Lose, and be forced to burn with Envy and shame.

Every failed attempt of his makes the arena hotter. The infernal heat spills from the breaths of the crowd sharing his weaknesses to the world. They give his competitors the advantage, kicking him while he's down. The thrumming gets faster. It's not fair! He's trying so hard! Was he just doomed from the start? Was he born a failure? Hated by the universe since the moment of conception?! Is that why he's never good enough? Is that why all his brothers get to move on without him?!

His dreams always just out of reach. He's not good enough to be loved.

The bitterness eats him up from the inside.

Till he's melted into a pile of nothing.

Satan:

A mess of strings. The curtain is drawn. The show begins! It's the same routine day after day after day after day-- He can't take this any more!

He doesn't even understand this masquerade! The story he's forced to play out is gibberish, some fickle plot he can't even begin to fathom. Everything is foreign to him. The audience, the dance, his body, his Wrath. None of it is recognizable. And they chuckle like they know, like they enjoy his ignorance. Limbs are pulled in any direction the strings choose. Bones broken, lips sealed shut, he's pushed to the brink of oblivion once again.

But he worked so hard! Everything he's read, everything he learned, so he could stop feeling like this! He's not just a hollow doll, controlled by someone else's ambitions! He has thoughts, he has feelings! He might... not fully understand them yet, but he's trying! Tell him he's smart, that he's strong, that he's his own person! Let him stand on his own!

But only his mind is allowed to scream as the congregation watches.

A wicked dance until the strings are snipped. His opportunity to be independent. But instead, he falls into a lifeless heap on the floor.

Nothing without someone else.

The poor wooden plaything will never be real.

Asmo:

An endless winding labyrinth of mirrors. He runs, panting and crying as he tries to find his way through the illusions. Make it stop! Let him have peace!

The creatures are invisible to his normal eyes, only showing up in the reflections of the mirrors surrounding him. There's hundreds of them at least, crawling over each other to get to him. They don't even make a sound, silently scrambling towards him. An amalgamation of Lust. Each time they grab him, they take something precious from him. His fingernails, strands of his hair, his beautiful lips, the blush from his cheeks. They rip off of him as easily as tearing away a puzzle piece.

They're stripping him of his beauty bit by bit! How is he supposed to be loved like this?! If he's not gorgeous, than what is he? He has nothing left! This is all he has! He's not strong, or smart, or powerful! His physical charm is all he has! Please, leave him alone! He's supposed to be a jewel! That's all anyone ever sees him as!

He can't bear to look at himself. Every time he glances he's slightly different. Until he no longer recognizes the humanoid shell in the mirror. But he has no choice to keep looking if he wants to keep an eye on the monsters pursuing him.

A single fumble.

It's rather quick and painless as the souls each take what they want from him.

And leave him broken in shards on the floor.

Beel:

Screams echo from every direction. Buildings crumble as the earth shakes and the air hums. A moving living black cloud sweeps through the town. Where's his family? He has to help.

The sky a vast pool of crimson as the Celestial Sun and Demonic Moon cross paths and cast a torrent of blood down onto the merging realms. The ground beneath them all trembles, growling. It's Gluttonous. Every person he tries to save is always just too far away. They either get consumed from the plague of insects or fall into the gaping maws of the starving earth. And he still can't find his family.

Why? Why is this happening? Why isn't he strong enough to save anyone?! All the workouts, all the training, pushing his muscles stronger than any demon ever has, all so he can quit feeling so useless! He told himself he would be ready to take on anything! Even an entire army if he had to, just so he could save somebody for once! Lilith... Belphie… everyone... he's sorry... Sorry he's so weak. This is his fault.

The foundation beneath his feet begins to crumble.

His wings feel far too fragile to fly.

It makes sense that in the End of Days, no one would be there to save him.

He didn't deserve it.

Belphie:

There's something rotten in his chest. It feels like a pit in his soul, growing larger with every passing second. The sensation is agonizing.

It's something no one can see, but something he feels with every breath. It's very slowly stripping him of everything he is. His love, his memories, his desires... He needs to go find help. The House is laid out all wrong. Doors lead to where they shouldn't, hallways bend in the wrong directions. His house doesn't even feel like home anymore. Every step feels harder than it should. The supposedly easy task of getting help seeming more like an impossible feat. This rot is more than just Sloth. It takes what seems like hours to finally find his family. That's when he reaches out to them, trying to tell them what's wrong. But he can't speak for some reason.

Gestures and panicked grasping means nothing to his brothers. The desperation in his eyes goes ignored as most simply rub his head or push him off to the side, not taking him seriously in the least. But this hurts! He can't take the pain anymore! Someone help him! Don't push him away, don't treat it like a joke! Listen to him! Take what he has to say into consideration! He can't possibly speak over six other voices!

His efforts wasted, his energy depleted.

The rot ate away at his heart and left him numb.

And everyone walked away, leaving the boy who cried to cry alone.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me nightbringer #hurt/no comfort #tw: violence #tw: death #tw: blood #tw disturbing imagery #tw burning #tw broken bones

202 notes · View notes

spopsalt · 1 month

Note

The gilmmadora anti legit made me laugh because the sheer stupidity of their entire blog is just so hypocritical its so funny.

They literally said glimmer "Abused" adora when Catra literally Scratched adora's back, tased her, Manipulated her and catra literally said one point in the show "I've got control of adora, I'm not giving that up" and THEY have the audacity to say glimmer Abused adora?!

Lol omg their post claiming gimmer abused adora legit made me Laugh I almost cried

Yeahhhh glimmadora antis will get made because Glimmer activated the heart when she had good intentions, but will ignore the fact that Catra LITERALLY WAS WILLING TO DESTROY THE WORLD just to spite Adora, at least Glimmer realized her mistake, admittied that Adora was right, and imminetally attempted to fix it, and actually became a better friend to Adoa and genuinely apologized, meanwhile Catra was acting in the most petty and childish way with no gulit "Noooo you can't winnnn I wanna wiiinnnnnnnnnnn" but yeah, no Glimmer is abusive.

#spop salt #anti spop #spop discourse #spop crit #anti c//a #anti catradora #anti catra #spop critical #spop criticism #antic//a

34 notes · View notes

best-bff-brawl · 9 months

Text

Best BFF Brawl: Round 1| Match 4D

Propaganda Beneath the Cut

Gimmer and Bow

Glimmer is a chubby princess who gets in a ton of trouble and Bow is her goofy best friend. They are a rare case of the friends to lovers dynamic that I like. They are just so adorable, it is impossible to not love them. They do become lovers at the end of the series, but their friendship dynamic is so much stronger especially when Glimmer worries about losing Bow simply because of the latter hanging with Perfuma and Princess Prom. Them and Adora all rub off each other so nicely and they are just so funny and cute.

They have been inseparable since they were babies because Ed’s parents are missing and Isabel’s mom took them in. They are joined at the hip and they care about her so much.

Ed and Isabel

Ed’s parents are missing due to supernatural circumstances, and Isabel’s mom took them in as a baby, and Ed and Isabel have been joined at the hip ever since. Ed took a dodgeball to the face for her (even though she definitely didn’t need them to). They have a canon best friend name (Super Scroll because Ed has ink powers and Isabel has paper powers). Ed was physically put in Pun Jail by Isabel because they said a terrible pun. They make each other better people, because character growth is IMPORTANT! Ed would die for Isabel.

#glimmer #glimmer spop #bow spop #spop #shera #she ra and the princesses of power #ed burger #isabel guerra #paranatural #polls #best bff brawl #tumblr polls #round 1 #tumblr tournaments

78 notes · View notes

willowcrowned · 1 year

Note

Ok, bad fic idea no. 1:

Qui-gon runs into Grogu, age 9 at the temple on his way to take Anakin to see the council and decides that he is actually the chosen one.

Nobody is happy about this.

He asks for his M count and the council is tight lipped.

He makes it his mission to get answers. Naturally this means the task of sneaking around the temple and telling himself everything is fine falls to his apprentice, who has still not been knighted.

Obi-wan's mission is a success.

The youngling's M count turns out to be slightly higher than Anakin's.

Qui-gon determines that Anakin is not the chosen one after all, and insists on training Grogu.

Everybody points out that he can barely eat tadpoles at this point. This is irrelevant. Stumbling upon him was clearly the will of the force, young Ani deserves his deepest thanks for playing his part to ensure that he was in the right place at the right time, and sincerest apologies for taking him from his mother when there is nobody to train him. Somebody will surely return him to Tatooine in time.

Mace has had enough and sends Anakin to the creche. He considers taking him as a padawan in a few years out of spite, he's certain that he can train Anakin better than-

Oh.

The child is missing. In spite of being grounded to the temple and forbidden from sending Obi-wan to the creche to fetch his replacement for a third time, Qui-gon has taken off for Naboo with one miserable Obi-wan and Yoda's small nephew in tucked into his cloak, along with young Skywalker who has snuck aboard, determined to prove that he would make a good Jedi while privately declaring Grogu to be his nemesis.

I have no idea how this ends, but I feel like Mace ends up following them to Naboo. Maybe Dooku goes with him after several beatings from Yoda's gimmer stick.

have you ever considered starting a tumblr focused around nonsense star wars aus. because I’ve heard those are popular

#seriously this is your au you should go post it #it’s way too developed for me to be able to add on to let alone feel alright taking credit for #asks #anon #star wars #star wars au

138 notes · View notes

grandma-susan · 6 days

Note

"Hey uh Susan? Did... Did your scarf just... Blink?" Keenie squints at the luxury stole draped over the cannibal's shoulders. She had always assumed, that the fur was from a real hellbeast... nothing looked faux or fake about it. But she never expected it to still be alive!

@helluvabaphovet | @grandma-susan

Susan had gotten the message to meet a pair of troublemakers near the Elevator. The journey wasn't too long, but the wait was enough to make her want to send in a scathing complaint. But when one golden sheep head appeared, her annoyance nearly dampened. She looked a little deeper in the crowd but didn't see the other. Her lips twitched, but she wasn't going to complain.

"Took you long enough. Any longer and I would have started to become the next Benjamin Button!" She said snarkily, as they started walking. "Did your scarf just...blink?" "Why the Hell would a pelt blink, you sky Gimmer? Its dead. Its a fashionable accessory." Susan responded, proudly shifting her pelt on her shoulders, and it moved like the boneless skin shawl she had described. Though the one beady eye and hollow eye in its stuffed head still seemed to be intently watching Keenie.

@helluvabaphovet @keenie-bopper

#ic #helluvabaphovet #keenie bopper

13 notes · View notes

obvilesbi · 1 year

Text

So, I did a thing... It was sooo much fun designing these babies!

Parents, Names, age, and talents(left to right):

Flash Sentry and Prince Blueblood/Wren/16/Protecting, nothing in particular really. He got his cutie mark when he defended a couple of fillies from some bullies.

Fluttershy and Suri Polomare/Evening Glow/22/Evee, as she is called by most, is a pillow and plushie maker. She got her cutie mark when she made her first plushie, a butterfly for her momma Flutter's birthday

Rarity Belle and Sunset Shimmer/Delilah Dawn/18/Delilah may or may not have summoned the ghosts of her ancestors and got her cutie mark for communicating with them. She was picked on a lot by other royals, Mira, being her closest friend.

Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust/Golden Hour/17/A speed demon, just like his moms. Got his cutie mark when he went for a night fly, he was mistaken for a shooting star!

Twilight Sparkle and Cheerile/Miracle/17/Miracle was a tough pregnancy for Cheerilie, they didn't think she was gonna make it, but she did, so they named her Miracle. Mira, as she goes by, is a successful comic book artist, even at only 17.

Jackelyn "AppleJack" Apple and Starlight Gimmer/Honey Maria Anne Crisp/19/Got her cutie mark when doing some magic with momma Starlight and potions with Auntie Bloom. Having a powerful unicorn mom has some perks, even as an Earth pony, Honey's magic was far more powerful than most other Earth ponies.

Pinkamena Diane Pie and Trixie Lulamoon/Blueberry Cream Pie/20/Blue is an energetic mare, the result of a unicorn with decent magic and an Earth pony with chaos magic, she is a part-time magician and a full-time party pony. Got her cutie mark after a great card trick, Trixie still can't find that deck of cards.

#mlp #mlp g4 #mlp next gen #mlp ships #flash sentry #prince blueblood #fluttershy #suri polomare #rarity #sunset shimmer #rainbow dash #lightning dust #cherrilee #twilight sparkle #character design #applejack #starlight glimmer #pinkie pie #trixie lulamoon

35 notes · View notes

feral-crimson · 1 year

Text

It is Sunday, on the calendar it is alos a new week, and I seen the triangles

So gimmer ur triangles

#shapes of may

22 notes · View notes

yzeltia · 8 months

Text

FFXIVwrite2023 3.[FD] Gundam

Characters: Keith Summers, G'khenna Summers, Gaius van Baelsar Expansion: Endwalker Rating: G Note: Thanks @matrixdragon for the Prompt! Apologies that I know next to nothing about Gundam!

"Fist of Leviathan! Gooooooo," Keith roared, gripping his right control and slamming it forward.

The Emerald Gundam propelled forward, striking the primal Bahamut in the jaw with a blast before pummeling the creature in the neck, preventing a flare. Behind him, the Diamond Gundam zipped around in a circle, forming a ring of cerulean and aether filled before they fired off into the belly of the beast.

"Great work Khenna," a gruff voice called out into the coms.

"Pops! That you? Any weak points on this guy- Waugh!"

Keith screamed as the beast reached out and caught him in its paw.

"Daddy! No," G'khenna called out, watching the suit spark in the grasp, "What do I do Commander Baelsar!?"

"Your sword! Cut him free."

G'khenna nodded, smashing a button on her console, releasing her beam saber. She took the blade into the Diamond Gundam's hand, holding it tight then wishing hard to hit her mark. Grabbing her console handles, she swung them forward.

"Let my father go! Icebrand!," she yelled, slicing through Bahamaut's wrist, detaching the creature's hand.

It cried out, howling as it frothed with aetheric charges. G'khenna swooped in, loosing her father from the dragon's grasp.

"Thanks for the save! I thought I was a gimmer for sure," he panted.

"You can thank your daughter when you've landed," Gaius interjected in the coms, "Strike the beast down before it gets past you and dooms us all!"

"Yeah Yeah. I'm on it Pops," Keith huffed, pulling down a visor and standing, "Gestalt Mode Engaged! Fourth Heaven!"

The Emerald Gundam burst forth. Synced to the robot, Keith attacked with a flurry of blows, ignoring the burning of his aether as he channeled it to pummel the creature. With a final swing of his fist, he uppercut the other's jaw. Knocking the primal out cold.

"Good! Now! Finish him off Khenna," the commander ordered.

"Nooooooooooooooooo," G'khenna wailed.

—

"No," Keith asked, lowering the model of the Emerald weapon in his hand, blinking as his daughter picked up her toy dragon and looked up to him, eyes wide.

"You can't kill him! Miss Koh-a told us that he was just angry because his babies were taken! The heroes just need to calm him down so he can know they're okay now and he can go back to sleep."

Keith smiled, "Alright, then the pilot of the Diamond Gundam swooped up and gave the dragon a big hug and took him back home. How about that," the girl's father offered, picking up the model of the Diamond Weapon to put it with the stuffed dragon.

The girl sniffled and nodded, "And they prevented a calamity and all had a big parade for the heroes and Bahamut?"

"Yeah," Keith answered, standing up to strike a pose with the model in his hand, "And made heroic statues of them! All of them lived happily-"

"Summers!," Gaius's voice roared.

"Papa Gaius," G'khenna yelled out, hurrying over to hug the man.

The Garlean pat the Miqo'te on the head, brow furrowed, angry gaze fixed on her father, "Is there any particular reason you're playing with secret Garlean tech prototypes?"

Keith swallowed, scratching his cheek as he looked away, "Ah. Well, we got bored waiting for you for dinner and started playing space army with them."

Gaius narrowed his eyes and Keith sweat, knowing he was toast once G'khenna was out of ear shot. Below, the young Miqo'te bounced and tugged on the older man's coat.

"You were a hero too! You helped coordinate us so we could stop Bahamut and reunite him with his other dragons!"

The Garlean stiffened a moment. All traces of tension melted from his face. Taking the girl's hand, he turned and walked her out of his apartment, "I did? Why don't you tell me about it on our way to see Allie for dinner?"

Keith let out a sign of relief then smiled as he watched his daughter excitedly retell the story they made up together. As he put the figures back where found them, he noticed the portrait of Gaius and his family on the wall.

"We'll keep taking good care of them," he said to the picture before turning to go catch up with them.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv oc #ff xiv #ffxiv miqo'te #keith summers #G'khenna Summers #gaius van baelsar #the sorrow of werlyt #eureka orthos #ffxivwrite2023 #FFxivwrite #ffxiv write 2023 #gundam #gundam au

15 notes · View notes

jifanjiang0710 · 2 years

Text

Forevermore - Yandere Dainsleif x Reader

Tw: Character death (reader), implied character death (Dainsleif)

Written by: Leo

Something is familiar about him.

“[Name]?”

Under the darkening sky, the first of the season’s snow has begun to fall. The soul shifts at the call of their name, unsure of what to make of the situation, expecting the other party to make a move. But Dainsleif stills。 Though fingers trembling and legs about to fail him, he gasps lightly, placing a hand over his mouth, taking in the image before him with cautious skepticism. As if he doesn’t believe it true.

“[Name],” he chokes out, with added assurance this time. They can sense desperation, mostly, and conviction on top of that.

“How long has it been?” he speaks more to himself than the person the question is directed to.

Through the winter snowflakes Dainsleif stumbles towards them, carrying the weight of centuries’ worth of lives, and embraces them tight, caging them in his arms. He does not let go, and they do not fight, partly out of bewilderment.

They do not want to. Everything is familiar about him. I don’t know this man, says the voice of reason, yet their body claims otherwise. Their own tears taste salty, and flow like rain in spring.

Why am I crying for you?

Firm hands press into their back, pushing them further into his chest. Dots of white form on his golden locks and they hear the faintest of sobs and a frantic heartbeat.

“Who are you?”

They feel like they already know. Somewhere, somehow.

He hesitates to answer, and a bout of silence indicates his contemplation.

“Call me Dainsleif.” His breath slows a fraction, and anyone could miss the brief gimmer of hope that lit his eyes. “Do you know me?”

“No.” The truth feels like a lie.

He nods. “I’m sorry.” I’ll make it up to you. We have all the time in the world. I promise,” he says, “this time I will never let you go.”

______________________________________________________________

It is mid-winter. Mild cold bites at your skin in the places that have not been bundled up. You watch in amused apprehension as Dain heaves the axe, blade glinting in the sun, and brings it down into the log with a swift, resounding crack. You lean over to inspect his work. Cleanly cut, but the portions are irregular. As if he is slicing through a body. You lift an eyebrow and he turns away, sheepish.

There is something deeply unsettling about this domesticity. At Dainsleif’s silent refusal to leave, he has already become a long-term resident in your small house. The least he could do, you reasoned, was to pull his own weight in chores. Keep the fireplace stoked, visit town for groceries…and chop up wood.

You sigh lightly. Work can come later. “Let’s take a walk.”

Dainsleif seems intricately familiar with the forest. If probed, he will reveal how to find shelter during rain and thunderstorms, or what measures one can take to avoid wild animals. The nature of how he obtained such information is one he keeps quiet on, amongst many others. You decide not to pry, both for your good and his.

Your strides match his as do the footprints in the snow. A childlike desire possesses you and you grip his hand for warmth, wishing you’d bothered to wear gloves. Dainsleif very nearly flinches. Almost fearfully, he closes his palm around yours. You can feel them tremble.

“Look, a flower. Does this variety bloom in winter? Isn’t that odd?” You gesture.

The other set of footprints stop, and you stumble backwards.

He looks shocked, pupils dilated and unmoving. Frozen in time. You would call out to him, but he is transfixed.

“[Name].”

“Yes?”

“Have you seen these before?”

“This flower? No. As far as I’m aware of I don’t recognise this variety.”

Dainsleif exhales, and kneels down to brush the thin layer of snow on its petals, revealing the whitish pink hue near its base. To your horror, he plucks it out from the ground.

“No! It might’ve been rare, and you killed it!”

He shakes his head. “It does not belong here,” he says, caressing the petals gently placing them in your hair. There is a comforting familiarity in his actions, like he has done it a thousand times before. For a split second you see him falter, expression revealing an emotional capacity of such depth that you wouldn’t normally attribute to him and his stoicism. But the short window of vulnerability is gone, and he hesitantly intertwines his fingers with yours. You give a small smile and relent.

______________________________________________________________

Spring is coming.

The frost melts and leaves start to sprout from their branches, like the world has awoken from a long slumber.

You have known Dainsleif for over a year now. Like a permanent fixture by your side, you can hardly remember life before him. Not long ago you realised that the statement might not be an exaggeration.

You cannot remember life before Dainsleif. Any specific events or memories escaped you, in its place a solid blank slate. For all you know, you have been living in that small house your entire life. You do not know anything.

But you think he does.

He must know, from the way he murmurs words of love and appreciation into your shoulder when he thinks you are asleep; from the way there are days where he cannot let you go, spouting incoherent phrases of cataclysms and destruction, sometimes speaking in different tongues altogether; from how he fears falling asleep I your presence, lest you are not there when he awakes. As per his secretive nature, you do not think approaching him will do any good. Yet you consult him anyway.

“Dain,” you breathe in deeply. Where does one start…?

“Dain, I-”

“Don’t.” He is firm. “I know you’re catching on. That life…what came before…those days are over. You don’t need to worry about anything, anymore.”

“…”

“[Name],” voice heavy with burden, he implores you. “Please.”

“No.”

Dain’s eyes search yours at the abrupt exclamation.

“No. I cannot accept that. I know we have met, and that our history must have been long, but I don’t trust you yet. I want my life back, and I should grasp it with my own two hands when the need arises.” You stand, resolute. “I will not hesitate to fight should anyone get in my way of doing just that.”

Dainsleif grimaces. “I hoped it wouldn’t come to this.” Briefly, he appears greatly saddened. “You want the truth? Then so be it.”

Your head spins, and you feel blinding pain. For a moment, you see nothing but white…and then you remember. A grand, archonless civilisation, more majestic and advanced than any other. A blood red sky and war. The smell of death above all, a sickening, distinct scent you wish you never had the misfortune of experiencing again. You feel yourself dying inside, and wishing that your body would deteriorate in the same way as your mind. In the darkness, you see him. Dainsleif, who, after the fall, suffers just as much as you, if not more. Dainsleif, who spends sleepless nights holding you close, gripping you so harshly his knuckles turn white, who never lets you far from him, keeping you chained, restraining you with emotional shackles and bonds whenever you do not comply.

In between it all, however, there are moments of peace. You watch five hundred years’ worth of sunrises, you see the first time you met him. He was just as reserved back then, dutiful and a born leader who took care of his subordinates and received their respect in return. You remember those days of training and late-night conversations above the clouds, under the stars. In a split second, you relive hundreds’ of years’ worth of memories, the good and the bad, momentous or insignificant.

The final scene plays out like attribute to the end of this cycle of tragedy. In the midst of battle, you are struck down by an Abyss Herald and breathe your last to the sound of Dainsleif’s cries of your name.

“Do you understand now?” You snap up and meet the eyes of the man who gave you the world, and ripped it all away after that. Who created this dreamscape for him to live out his desires with you, against your will.

“You…you’re a monster.”

“If that is what you perceive me as, I don’t care.” Lies. “As long as you are safe, from this endlessly cruel world.”

“And from you.”

He does not flinch, but the hitch in is breath speaks volumes.

“I know,” he says, barely audible.

______________________________________________________________

The next day, Dainsleif wakes to an empty bed, and a note proclaiming your departure. ‘Don’t go look for me,’ it says. ‘I won’t come back.’

The same evening, you return to your small home with sore limbs and a broken spirit, eyes no longer bearing the same drive and resolve. Dainsleif is there to welcome you home, inspecting your wounds wordlessly save for a whispered “I ran you a bath. I’ll cook tonight.”

You run as fast as your legs can take you. Not for fear of what is behind, but for hope for the future. You would escape from this false paradise and forge your own path, without hindrance nor interference. Hopping over rocks and rots, you dash through the forest continuously eastwards, wanting to reach somewhere, anywhere, that would let you out of this nightmare you are in. The bag of supplies weighs down on your back and calves, accompanying the first pangs of hunger, but what did that matter?

You slip on a mossy patch of ground while crossing a fast-flowing stream, forming a deep gash on your cheek due to a sharp branch. You grit your teeth and continue to run.

The wound stings as the wind rushes past. You slow down and just for a second, you long for your bed back home. Shaking away those thoughts, you persevere. After what seems like an eternity, you pause for a rest and observe the surroundings, eyes widening at the sight of the same bloodied branch and fast-flowing stream. At the realisation you fall to your knees, earning several more cuts on your palms and bruises on your elbows. You were sure you were not going in circles, but then that would mean this place is virtually impossible to exit. Then how-

Ah.

No one can escape death's wrath.

Under the darkening sky, the last of the season’s ice melts. Picking yourself up, you head west, and trudge back home.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere genshin #yandere dainsleif #leos works #yandere genshin x reader #sorry for being dead for a few weeks #anyway have a dain hes my fav

114 notes · View notes

lunaetis · 2 months

Text

@apocryphis asked :

"you don't really trust me, do you?" sprawled over one of the luscious sofas in her no less luxurious room in the way over the top hotel reverie on penacony, aventurine casts a glance over to his travel companion, an inquisitive, uncharacteristically perplexed gimmer shining behind peculiar eyes. his fingers, that had been idly playing with a poker chip, stop, and the avgin turns his head to take a better look at yinyue as if doing so would allow him to solve whatever mystery he had decided shrouded her. no memories, golden eyes looking at the world like a newborn would, and ears that never miss a single lie or deception. aeons, she is intriguing. perhaps dangerously so. "you would be both daring and foolish if you did. one quality i admire, the other i am concerned about. so... which is it, rover?"

unprompted. || always accepting

─「银月」─ everything about this planet was throwing her off. the ROVER found herself being both intrigued and cautious about its atmosphere and setting to the point that it became difficult to discern between dreams and reality. that was the point of this world, wasn't it ? an escape. planet of festivities, it's called. she could tell from the very moment she set foot upon it that there were much more than to meet the eyes. the waves and sounds of this world was layer upon layer, stacking up so high and in so many frequency she couldn't exactly put her finger on it.

in place of a large bed one would expect from a HOTEL was a bathtub, one that people here used to enter the land of dreams. how peculiar. as her partially gloved digits traced along the surface of the glowing water itself, her attention was then caught by his voice.

eyes of gold immediately turned to land upon a now familiar figure sprawled casually upon the sofa. as amber optics took in the sight on him, his distinctive eyes were doing the same. it was only a matter of time before their eyes met, and they did. curiosity, was it ? that glimmer sparked within UNIQUE ORBS he possessed. yinyue stepped away from the tub, taking a few steps in his direction. there was a small pause as she tilted her head to the side, eyes never leaving his and —

" why wouldn't i ? " the question was uttered in almost the same manner as her calling out his lies when they first met. spoken as though it was fact, like it was the most obvious thing and she was genuinely perplexed as to why he would ask such a question. in a way, if anyone had heard her inquiry, they would be able to give her a WHOLE LIST of reasons why she should not place her trust in the man called aventurine. that there were many more reasons to not trust him than to do so.

yet, there she was, with her bright golden hues looking at him and asking why not in the most innocent ( or was it naïve ? ) way possible.

the expression on his face was unlike anything she had ever witnessed from him, and yinyue had seen a wide range of what he was capable of. but this wasn't any of those. he simply stared at her like she had just uttered the most absurd thing one could ever done to his face. a blink, as she could feel his waves beginning to shift. it wasn't a disturbance nor chaotic shift, but it was a shift. was it INTERNAL TURMOIL ? conflict ? that's probably the closest to it.

from the exchanges she had seen earlier ever since their arrival to the hotel, it was clear that others did not. trust was the last thing one would give him, and probably the last thing he NEEDED from them, too. he knew that.

just because others do not, was she supposed to not as well ?

she approached him, standing near the sofa but her eyes never left his unique orbs. yinyue didn't think she had ever seen eyes like his before, and dare she say, she thought they were interesting. when she spoke the next words, her expression did not change, nor was she tearing her gaze away.

" are you going to betray me ? "

as soon as the words left her lips, she could sense another shift in his wavelength. nothing major. it was barely noticeable. however, there was a split second halt of his wave, something the usual resonator would've missed but yinyue did not. it was there, half a moment pause to a question he probably had thrown his way countless of times, and one she could imagine his reflex answer would be. yes. if needed.

she shifted her weight, arms crossing over her chest. that split second PAUSE was all she needed. a genuine smile curved her lips.

" you hesitated. that's good enough for me. " for someone who could so easily tell another to USE HIM as they see fit, or how manipulations were things he's used to, both on the giving and receiving ends, that single moment of hesitation gave her the reason to trust him. she wondered if he knew he had just answered his own question. either way —

the rover extended her hand towards him.

" come on. you promised you'd show me the dreamscape, yes ? "

#apocryphis #.answered #.[ yinyue | rover ]#.[ of all the lies i have heard; yours was the only one i kept: aventurine & yinyue ]#[ pLACES THIS HERE FOR YOU #HERE YOU GO VENTIUM #I HAD BEEN COOKING ON THIS FOR DAYS OKAYYYYY #also yes the part i was ' assuming ' is his reaction to her question #that split second lag #i hope that's okay OMG I WANTED TO CHECK WITH YOU SO BAD BUT THAT'D GIVE AWAY THE WHOLE IDEA OF THIS RESPONSE & I WANNA SURPRISE YOU #iF THAT'S OOC OF HIM PLS LET ME KNOW HJKLJHKHJLK I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE #okay i won't say much in the tags in case you read the tags before the ask & i don't wanna spoil you HJKLJHLK #I'LL SCREAM TO YOU ON DISCORD LATER ]#.long post

4 notes · View notes

padawansuggest · 2 years

Text

AU where Force Ghost Qui-Gon has chronic dad syndrome and keeps barging in on every one of Obi-Wan’s lessons, always with Luke around lookin confused till Obi tells him that’s his master who raised him in the temple, while Qui-Gon being near him causes the ghost of Obi-Wan to sorta age younger, till he’s a lil 13 year old standing at Qui-Gon’s side, hanging off his master’s hand and trying to stand on Qui-Gon’s feet to get bigger again. He pouts and tells Qui-Gon he doesn’t appreciate being little again in front of his baby nephew. Luke is absolutely delighted when Qui-Gon sits and pulls him into his lap and tells Luke ‘he’s always been like that. One day you’ll end up with a student taller than you, and get a complex about it too.’ Obi-Wan just squawks about that, using his tiny lil pointy elbows to shove into Qui-Gon’s incorporeal (to Luke) stomach, clambering all over him like a tooka till he’s comfy and wrapped in Master’s robes.

Yoda eventually wanders by and whacks them both with his gimmer stick, which somehow manages to touch them in the force, yelling at his former padawans to stop cuddling and teach the boy, or stop bothering him entirely. Luke tells them he loves the distraction. It’s nice to see that uncle Ben wasn’t always an old hermit in the dunes. Obi-Wan turns his cute lil nose up and delicately sniffs, saying he’s always been antisocial. Qui-Gon agrees. People (and animals) are drawn to his little force flame, but too many drains Obi-Wan’s batteries. Poor boy.

Basically I just want Obi-Wan being all ‘I can be good teacher in the force!!!’ And Qui-Gon wandering past all ‘lmao is anyone gonna cuddle him? He needs some’ and now him and force ghost Mace are constantly fighting for the privilege of cuddling Kenobi during Jedi Story Time. Luke loves it.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #force ghost obi wan #force ghosts #force ghost qui gon jinn #force ghost mace #luke skywalker #Yoda #Yoda is here to complain and whack shins and learned he can do both at the same time

249 notes · View notes

nny11writes · 4 months

Note

Fic title meme! "stars and scars" please!

For the send me a title (and pairing if you want) for a fic I didn't write, and I'll give you the details of that non-written story meme/game!

Stars and Scars

Usually the title is the last thing I come up with, but this time it was shockingly the reverse! Stars and Scars is just a fun/catchy title and as soon as I saw it written down I knew it had to be a Star Wars fic (I mean, hello!).

It's a bittersweet story in my opinion with a happy ending, but I've been repeatedly informed when I say this that most people very much disagree, so grain of salt and all that. I wanted to start it off kind of silly and sweet where Ahsoka is asking Anakin about the scar over his eye, and Anakin is constantly jokingly changing his answer.

"You know how Master Windu is." "...apparently not!?!?"

"Speeder accident, don't ask."

Of course when she's feeling down he hits her with the silly, "You really wanna know? Don't tell anyone, this is kind of embarrassing, but I slipped in the shower."

But then as the war goes on, Ahsoka sees a lot more scars and even gets some herself and the humor turns darker. She joins in on joking about her scars as well. That wasn't from a blaster bolt that slipped through her defenses, it was a very violent lightsaber duel with chopsticks I'm afraid. Master Yoda and his gimmer stick are not to be underestimated. Etc.

And eventually it just trails off into nothing. It's too dark and too bleak and they'd rather focus on some other "game" as best they can.

Time jump to Lothal with Ezra asking about Ahsoka's lek scar from Order 66 and she just takes a look at him and realizes this must've been what Anakin felt like when she'd asked at the start of her apprenticeship. So she gives a small mysterious smile before telling him, "This is a secret, all right? But I'll tell you as long as you keep it. ...I slipped in the shower. Seriously, tell no one."

IT IS A HAPPY ENDING STOP YELLING AT ME!

#thanks for asking!#ask game #stars and scars #star wars #Ahsoka Tano #Anakin Skywalker #Ezra Bridger #fanfic #fanfiction #Rex 100% plays along but is determined to pretend it's something even sillier than that #''hair brush accident- don't laugh kid this is serious''

4 notes · View notes