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love-toxin · 3 months

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ELLIE!! SO happy that totk finally released bc there's a chance you might hyperfixate and give me the yandere link content that sustains my life force. oh and uh, cuz we waited so long for this game too, of course!

prrrrr i really do love yan Link! so many potential avenues! i was replaying totk recently (bc i was so excited for it i literally blazed thru the whole gam 8 days after release LOL) and some gems really cropped up:

1. Link makes you a little dream house in Tarrey Town to keep you safe and to take advantage of your inherent housewifery. He's so feral you don't even think about leaving even when he's gone for long stretches of time, because you know he'll track you down and drag you back home because you're not the hero silly! :) you stay home :) where it's safe :)

2. Yiga clan member reader who is constantly being hunted down and "rehabilitated" by the Hylian hero. Which is incredibly frustrating to you because a.) ur trying to kill him and b.) the other yiga quickly lose respect for you/shun you when they find out you're practically Link's little playtoy. Especially when he goes x2 as feral on the other yiga in battle when you're around cause he's bricked up at the very sight of you, and you end up getting chewed out by Kohga for letting him hit it and just escape afterwards.

3. You work at one of the stables or the little inn at Hateno village and Link falls so hard for you he's downright creepy. He's constantly hanging around and bringing you gifts and stuff you didn't ask for but you can't just tell him to go away cause...he's the hero. So you kinda just have to deal with his awkward stare and the fumbled kisses he steals behind the barn and try not to hurt his feelings because what are you gonna do if the hero of time decides to quit saving Hyrule because he got rejected?

4. You're part of the Gerudo/live in Gerudo town and Link is undeterred in his attempts to woo you, even though he can't step foot in town or he'll get locked up. So he either dresses up in the vai outfit or just lies in wait for you to leave the city for one reason or another, and then ambushes you and follows you around like a weird little stalker until you love him. Bonus if he scares off another suitor or saves you from a Molduga or--my personal favourite--your sand seal gets spooked and takes you far out into the desert and strands you by accident, and you're forced to accept Link's help when he comes to save you. And now, you owe him.

5. Much like Link, you're a fellow adventurer/wanderer/merchant/etc. and bump into him out in the wild. Maybe you share a campfire for a night and swap stories, or you give him directions, or you just wave at him in passing, and now Link is completely obsessed with you. He stalks you through the wild areas of Hyrule and never lets any harm befall you, be it monsters or gloom pits or pools of malice or just general unluckiness, and while you don't realize it's him you slowly feel less and less alone when you're out in the field. You swear you can even feel some kind of warmth when you lay down in your tent to sleep, like someone's curled up right next to you....

6. Link kidnaps you and takes you to Hyrule castle where he forcibly makes you pretend to be a princess. He dresses you up in pretty gowns and kills all the monsters lurking around so you'll always be safe, and he acts like you're his damsel in distress that he's constantly saving even though you're just some farmer girl he picked up off the side of the road and fell in love with. You're the pretty princess, he's your loyal knight, and if he does a really good job at "saving" you, maybe you'll let him stay in your room for the night when he keeps watch...?

#yandere link #link x reader #link totk #legend of zelda #ellie writes #anons

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chemical-killjoy · 4 months

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You Decide

Platonic Jinx x Reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/N is betrayed by someone close to them, but luckily Jinx is there to help

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is more of a drabble cause it's short, but anyway. I'm hyperfixating on arcane, so any requests (or rants lol) just let me know!

Despite all the clouds, and the dark buildings surrounding you, it was a bright night, the city lights brightening the clouds... Or maybe that was just the lightning. It was as though the sky felt the same betrayal you did. Your anger. The thunder. Your tears. The rain. You fell to your knees, screaming pointlessly in pain. Punches landed on the pavement, and blood mixed with water on the cement. Tears mixed with rain, and emotions clouded your mind.

The voices were loud. Too loud. The storm over your head was nothing compared to the one in your mind. Echoes of the words spoken. Aches of the ones that were never said; and never would be.

You couldn't believe what had happened. The betrayal struck you like lightning; unexpected and full of electricity burning you to your core. Now you were bent over, crying, bleeding, howling. You knew the numbness would come later. The plastic band-aid would cover the dirty bullet hole as though it was a mere scrape; you'd tell yourself it happened to someone else. Not you. You cannot be hurt, you're strong. Well, this version of you. You'd tell yourself it didn't hurt. It didn't matter. And you'd change... but that would come later.

Now was the time for screaming into the sky, seeing blood, tinged red with rage, and blue, the colour water and the misery.

You sobbed, doubled over as though punched in the gut, heaving. The reflection of the broken person in the puddle was someone you didn't recognise. Someone you didn't acknowledge. The numbness was about to take over; and with it, your dark resolve, when the image in the puddle was shaken and replaced but the metal tip of a boot.

You looked up to see a familiar face; Jinx.

The girl bobbed down, and looked at you with wide, curious eyes, head tilted. You held eyes with her, unwavering, until your mouth betrayed you with a quivering lip. You looked away and a sob escaped you.

“She did it.”

The words were small as they came out, so quiet you could barely hear them yourself. Jinx's eyes flickered over you, down and back up, assessing. Then the stoic face cracked. Now was not the time for explosions and manic laughter; there was plenty of that today. Without thought, Jinx dived on you, knocking you harshly against the pavement in a brutal but well-meaning hug.

And you broke down.

It was too much. The betrayal. The hurt. Doing... well. Words couldn't even explain what they did. It hurt too much. You sobbed into Jinx's arms as she held you still, comforting you without knowing how. All she could do was cling on and mutter to herself.

“How dare she.” “We'll make them pay.” “I have just the thing for them, toots!” all came tumbling from Jinx's mouth. The last one caught your attention.

“Jinx. No.”

“But they hurt you. They're gonna pay.” you felt the hatred tinge her voice. “No one hurts you. 'cept maybe me. But you'd forgive me, right? You always do.” This time her tone was soft, fragile.

“'Course I'd forgive you. You never hurt me purposely, like I'd never hurt you knowingly.” you spoke gently, though confused as to how the conversation changed. But when Jinx spoke again you understood her point.

“Yeah. Sooo,”

“Just, just let me think before you go blow them up, kay?”

You looked into her eyes and saw she was fighting herself. But then she nodded. Jinx sat up so abruptly the air suddenly filling your lungs made you choke.

“C'mon, I didn't squeeze ya that hard.” The blue haired girl chuckled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her head. “Grounded ya though, right?”

You realised you weren't numb anymore. You weren't spiralling. A half smile gave Jinx the answer she wanted. You sat up, pointlessly wiping a tear as the rain splashed around you.

“Can I- can I maybe stay wi-” you started to ask Jinx if you could stay with her that night. You both knew neither of you were safe to be left alone after the events that happened a mere half hour ago.

“I'm not leaving you.” Jinx stated fiercely, and you looked up at where she was standing. “I'm not like them. I'm not abandoning you. You're not alone.“You've got me! And all my friends!” Her eyes lit up as she tapped the gun strapped to her back, tone changing fast as always, only able to be serious a moment, but her care for you never changing.

It was chaotic, but what you needed to hear. That you're not alone.

But it wasn't enough.

“Yeah.”

You looked around the alley you were in, rain dripping from your hair down your face, dropping into your lap. You looked down.

“Jinx?” your voice was soft, timid. The weakness in it scared you, but you felt you had no strength left.

“What's up, toots?”

“I... uh... I dunno... Who...”

“Spit it out, we don't have all day.”

“Who am I without them?”

You weren't expecting the words to strike such a cord within Jinx, but for a moment the chaos of her stopped. She was just Jinx again, the loose cannon in the background. Your favourite Jinx.

Jinx's boots landed with a heavy thud as she walked slowly back over to you. As she knelt down, you saw a seriousness in her eyes that you'd never seen before. She brushed some damp hair back from your face, and lifted your head by your chin to meet her eyes.

“You decide.”

She stood up, and offered you her hand.

“You show 'em. Show 'em who you are, what you're capable of. That you're not their lil toy to be played.”

Jinx looked into the distance for a moment.

“We'll show them all.”

When Jinx looked back at you, memories staining her eyes, you knew what she meant. Who she was thinking of. You felt something in your heart change, and you took her hand and rose to your feet.

You'd had enough of being abandoned. Betrayed. Left out to cry in the rain. Left to die. You felt you'd always understood Silco and Jinx. But it wasn't til this moment that you really understood. And Jinx would be there to help you rummage around the wreckage to find the version of yourself you needed. Maybe you'd heal. But for now, you'd survive.

Taglist: @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @smiling-girl (idk if you wanna be tagged or not, but ily and you're my bestie so you get tagged away hehe) (same with you @charlie-rulerofhell) @fandomfoodiedancer

#arcane #arcane lol #arcane league of legends #jinx #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #jinx arcane x reader #jinx x reader comfort

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA FOR KISSING MY ROOMMATE GOODNIGHT?

(everyone is in their 20s. names are fake)

I’d like to start off by giving background, I(M) live with my roommate Salt. We’ve been living together for a couple of years now and met through mutual friends.

I’m straight. Salt is gay in a very open, stereotypical sense(yk flamboyant, effeminate etc) and I’m not saying this to judge him/say I resent him or something he’s a dear friend of mine and I couldn’t care less abt his sexuality or how he chooses to express himself. However it’s important to mention this for the sake of AITA

The actual ‘issue’ started a year ago, where we were both drunk coming home from a party, I was struggling to get my keys out so he called me a idiot and then just.. kissed me??

That caused me to question my sexuality for a while because being a straight man you’d think I’d be repulsed or bothered by it but no I didn’t really enjoy it(not like there was smth to enjoy it was like a couple of seconds) but didn’t really mind it either in fact it didn’t made me feel any different than how I’d feel kissing a random girl I suppose?

So yeah I experimented with my sexuality for a week or so and even almost hooked up with some guy but nope. Still straight. Just didn’t mind him(probably because of how close we are)

Anyways back to the point after that Salt avoided me for a while but in the end we did have a talk which was basically him saying he was not attracted to me, how it was a spur of the moment thing and also apologizing if he made me uncomfortable.

To that I told him he did not and joked about how he could do it again.

Fast forward a month(?) later the “kissing the homies goodnight” meme came out, so one time I asked him where was my goodnight kiss was at and he actually did it, after that we just continued doing that ig I don’t think none of us thought much of it other than some night time ritual.

Here comes the actual AITA part, I recently got a girlfriend(we’ll call her Pepper). I’ts not like I’m super in love with her but she’s a nice girl and I genuinely like her so I wish to keep her happy.

The issue with Pepper is that she talks a tad bit too much, I normally wouldn’t mind it as I’m on the quiet part, but she expects me to memorize everything she has told me(not in the “do you remember my friend” type of way in the she tells me about 10 different people and gets upset when I don’t remember their exes names or what did friend7 did on lunch a month ago type of way) she also has a tendency to hyperfixate on shows and talk about the plot & characters as if they’re actual real people which makes it hard for me to understand if something she says is about a show or real. She gets really upset if I forget even the smallest things about those stories and rants about how I never listen to her. I tried talking to her about this but it only ends with her crying so I just keep shut to keep her satisfied

A week ago I was having a really bad day of migraines and nothing seemed to help but me and Pepper had made plans to hang in my place and I didn’t want to cancel. She comes over and starts talking about her sister in life’s brunch. I ask her if she could slow down a bit cause my head hurts and I can’t really keep up.

Well she takes it the wrong way and starts yelling at me about how I always am like this and how I never listen to her. I admit I’m the asshole for saying this, but I ask her if she’s unable to sit down and have a conversation like an adult. This makes her calm down a bit and she sits down so we can discuss.

I try explaining to her how it’s unfair how she expects me to remember everything and I’d be more than happy to listen to her, maybe just slow down a bit?

In mid of it she has this weird smile on her face and tells me I look hot mad, she then leans over to kiss me which I pull away from because it feels like she’s just trying to change a topic and I think this is an important convo for our relationship.

This is the moment Salt decides to arrive at home(I should also mention he’s TERRIBLE at reading the room) he comes over gives me my goodnight kiss and leaves.

(I would like to add its not like we make out or something. He just gives me a peck on the lips, says goodnight and leaves)

This drives Pepper crazy. She starts shouting at me on how I’d not kiss her but him? And that I could go ride his dick if I’m that gay for him. She storms out of the apartment

I’d like to add that Pepper has never said anything about me and Salt. I never told her about the goodnight kiss(Because I mean who goes to their girlfriend like “hey btw I kiss my roommate at nights. but no homo”?) but we never hide it either in fact I’m pretty sure we did that while she was in room once or twice too. Pepper has made jokes about us being gay and how she feels bad about getting inbetween us but never anything on being uncomfortable or not liking it.

Now it’s been a week and we haven’t talked since. She is not answering my messages and I stopped trying to contact her from there but I��m starting to doubt myself, am I the asshole here? Should I go apologize?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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I am a desperate little gremlin (who’s brain is refusing to go to sleep for some reason), politely asking for your Oberyn hcs? Or really any GoT hcs?

Thanks for always indulging in my nonsense <3

SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT

I’m sorry for letting this sit in my askbox for so long, my hyperfixations drifted for a while 😭 BUT I’m back on my GoT bullshit (for now) with a few hcs for our favourite prince AND a little something spicy under the cut cuz I’m in a M O O D.

oberyn martell headcanons:

this man is SMART. like…we already know oberyn is well-spoken and witting and cunning (and a little too vengeful but that’s what fix-it fics are for) but he’s a sexy-level of intelligent. and he’s a bookworm!! he reads any and every book he can get his hands on, his head is full of historical facts and timelines and details of battles won and lost. he can recount full summers and winters and when his girls ask for a story late at night, when they can’t sleep, he’s more than happy to spin a tale that’s not far off from the colourful past.

he’s a hopeless romantic. yes, he’s a gigantic flirt and a devil between the sheets and yes, he has you wrapped around his finger in the blink of an eye, but he does it well. we’re talking flowers and gifts and poems delivered to your chambers in the middle of the night. walks through the water gardens and long conversation, not just winning you over with his generosity, but his personality, his admiration, his ambition. he falls for you just as hard as you fall for him.

dorne is beautiful, no denying, and I like to think that the sweet prince has many secret hiding places, mini oasis (oases? the english language is weird) with beautiful gardens he likes to tend to. he could spend hours amongst the greenery, the exotic fruits and the sound of birds. he enjoys the beautiful things, and finds solace wherever he can.

I was gonna say he’s adventurous in bed but….that pretty much goes without saying so I don’t think it counts as an hc 😂 (and see below…😏)

silk - oberyn martell x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: light bondage, teasing, oberyn comes with his own warning, dirty talk, idk what the fuck this is and it’s unedited so HAVE FUN 💕

“Ah, ah, ah,” he purrs, the tip of his nose dragging along the stretch of your inner thigh. “Not yet, my love. You are doing so well for me.”

You can’t help the whine that falls from your lips, hips lifting to chase his slick lips. The ties around your wrists pull taut, the headboard behind you creaking with your movement. You can’t see him, but you can feel him, hands roving around your hips and over your stomach, fingers dancing along your skin as he kisses your skin, nips your flesh between his teeth.

“L-lover,” you stutter out, “Oberyn, please.”

He clucks his tongue at you now, and you can almost see the cat-like grin as he moves higher up the bed, adjusting the numerous pillows and blankets as he goes. His shoulder hooks beneath your knee, spreading you wider, putting you on display.

You’ve been at this for hours.

It was like a game of cat and mouse, from the moment you opened your eyes. Every corner you turned, he was there, a mischievous light in those dark eyes, hands twitching when you brushed past. You teased just as hard as he did, hovering too close when you poured him more wine, swishing your skirts just the right way when he walked by. The look in his gaze had become something more feral, more intimidating, but you were more than happy to play along.

The sun had barely fallen when he’d summoned you to his chambers, the balcony doors wide open to let the warm Dornish air fill the space. The prince stood at the ledge, a glass of wine in his hand, his chest bare, that thick golden chain he favoured dangling from his neck. He held something in his grip as he turned to you, dark coloured fabric that shone in the torchlight. Silk scarves; he’d brought you one back as a gift from his last journey to Essos.

His lips twitched into a grin as the door shut behind you, the lock clicking shut when you sank against the wood. “My prince?”

“Do you trust me, my love?” he called, head cocked to the side. He set the glass of wine down, took the silk between both hands, slipping the fabric between his knuckles, watching it move like water through his fingers. “Would you let me try something we haven’t tried before?”

You weren’t one to deny your prince.

First, he had slipped the silk over your eyes, a loose knot tied at the back of your head, enough to cover your eyes. Once it was fastened, he turned you to face him, palms cupping your shoulders, and leaned in slow. You could feel it, the shift in the air as he came closer. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then let his mouth drag across the silk, the fabric catching on his lips.

He caught your chin next, a knuckle knocked beneath it, tilting your face up, your head back. “My beauty,” he murmured, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip, spreading your saliva along the pad. “Oh, how I cannot wait to watch you come undone.”

Oberyn laid you out on the bed next, sweeping you into his arms and carrying you across the room. You squealed when he swept you off your feet, clinging to him as he held you, burying your nose in his neck.

“I would not let you fall, my love.”

My love. My beauty. The possessiveness had you keening, even before he’d even started to touch you.

You stretched out as he laid you down, legs shifting beneath the thin skirts of your shift. He moved with you, hovering over you, your arms still latched around his neck, knees knocking wide for his hips to slide between.

He kissed you hard, tongue tasting of wine as it dipped into your mouth. You moaned, and he drank the noise, humming in approval when you buried your fingers in his hair, wrapped the short strands around your knuckles. When your hands moved, trailing down his shoulders, he struck, reaching for your wrists, pulling them away from his body. He held both in one big hand, tugged your arms over your head. You followed his lead, your eyes fluttering against the silk as he rolled his hips into yours as he manoeuvred you, and then you felt it.

More silk, looped around your wrists, pulled just taut enough to keep you in place, keep your hands from roaming his body. You bit back your whine at the notion of not touching him while he tended to you, but it was quickly replaced with another moan as he tugged your shift aside, lowered his mouth to your chest and took your nipple between his teeth.

Slowly, he touched you. Every skim of his fingers was featherlight, every scrape of his teeth just this side of not enough. Wherever his fingers moved, your body reacted, muscles twitching and limbs lifting, trying to get closer, trying to get more.

But he wouldn’t give it.

It was nearly torturous, the way he was dragging out your pleasure. Most nights, he’d bring you to that peak multiple times, pulling noises from your throat you didn’t think yourself capable of. This was different, the way he made you beg, the way your body did it willingly. He dragged you straight up to the edge, then left you there, waited for you to relax, before starting over, back to the beginning, your heart racketing in your chest.

And it’s been hours.

“Oberyn,” you keen, and he brushes the backs of his knuckles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Every touch makes you twitch, and your spine arches when you feel his hot breath against your hotter core. “Please.”

“So sweet when you beg,” he murmurs, the feeling of his tongue flicking at your clit following a moment later. You gasp. “This pleasure, it feels incredible, does it not? I can see it, just below the surface of your skin. Like a fire, coming to life.” Another lick. “Though, I must admit, I do miss the feeling of your hands on me.”

“Let me—” you start, but you never get the words out completely. He licks at you, groaning into your very depths, every nerve in you sparking to life. Thick fingers spread you open, and even with the blindfold, you can feel his eyes on you, that heavy gaze raking over every inch of your body.

“Oh, my love,” he whispers, giving you another lick, the flat of his tongue a scorching heat that feels like it never ends. “We’re just getting started.”

#oberyn martell #my fics #silk #oberyn martell headcanons #oberyn martell smut #oberyn martell fic #oberyn martell x you #oberyn martell x reader

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angelinasnotebooks · 5 months

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Hate that my form of hyperfixation is consuming and not creating.

I think I've been falling in love with ideas my whole life. I see colors and concepts and characters, and I want every part of the illusion to play around my body and immerse my mind and soul. I thought growing up I would be an artist. When that mentally shattered, I moved on to thinking I would become an author. Now, however, I don't know what or who I'll be. All I know is that my brain never stops coming up with ideas.

Yet, with all these ideas comes the possibility of creation. It's what I want, isn't it? I want to create these pictures and stories and share them with the world. So, why am I motionless in my pursuit to bring my mind to life? I have a library in my head. There's a girl in there. Her favorite color is blue. She doesn't know if life is worth living. I have an art museum there too. There's a portrait of a dying renegade, and a demon alter ego desiring joy. Then there's the realm of fandoms. The endless multiverse of continuations and alternatives.

There's a lot going on inside my brain and imagination. Chemicals I do not understand and signals I cannot control. An abundance of beauty only an individual can conjure with their subjectivity. With no outlet for these thoughts and images, I find it all to be too much at times. Wings heavy on my back and flightless under the pressure. The ability to soar is there, but the weight within is burdensome.

Every day I come up with something new. Some ideas are fresh while others are another line on the loom, but that is all they are. Thoughts. Ideas. Invisible whisps, webs, and wishes. It's as if the only part of my frontal lobe that works is that of imagination and complex thinking. I attempt short stories, painting, studying, chores, school projects, craft projects and I never get them done. Planning, time management, logical reasoning, and decision-making have all taken a backseat. I can't get any of them done, so I turn to what has already been done.

I rewatch a favorite show. I read another fanfic. I click on a YouTube video and another. I scroll Tumblr. I read character analysis. I try on the clothes in my closet. I add shit to my wish list. I post photos from two months ago on my Instagram. I relate to autistic ADHD tiktokers. I pretend Pinterest will help me get my life together. I think about the MCU. I watch another comfort, crime, haunted, mythical series. I visit my AO3 bookmarks. I doom scroll whatever app I can get my eyes on. I turn thirteen again and either spiral into a depressive state or become infatuated with the Hunger Games--again.

The point is, I can't force my brain to work on the original ideas. Sitting at a desk with supplies doesn't get my hands moving. I fall numb waiting for my body and mind to comply with my intentions. So, I end up here again. Hitting a heart button to let other people know that their commentary and hard work have reached me, and I liked it.

I don’t want all my ideas and universes to end where they are. I don’t want to minimize or invalidate my existence, or the experiences of others like me, by remaining artistically stagnant. I want my mind to be a visual tangible galaxy free to be roamed and explored. I want to have my heart in my hands, and I want to give it to every single person that I can. I want these thoughts, these precious ideas out of my head and into yours, dear reader. I don't want to consume; I want to create. If I'm going to go down the rabbit hole, I want to be the rabbit. The entrance maker. Not the lost girl I am right now.

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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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ommggg i read let me down easy today and i kept re-reading it bc its TOO GOOD AHH !!🦅🦅

it hurt so much but im a whore for angst first, and a human second🫶

just thinking about the reader suffering in silence because she feels guilty for having any negative feelings towards finnick :(( the way she dismisses those feelings bc she thinks that whatever she’s going through is nothing compared to what he’s been through :((

also thinking abt finnick’s slow realization that she’s suffering because of him :(( like the incident at the market is when he began to notice the changes :(( and later when he fully understands how his behavior affected her IT MESSES HIM UP SO BAD

i just know he was remembering his past interactions with reader (where she breaks the glass / when she rejected his money at the pearl necklace stand) AND CRINGING …and it only gets worse when reader spills her guts about what she went through. omg ik he was sick.

another #thougjt i had was how this might mess up the reader for a bit after too #idk (that just might be me tho lmaoo) bc i feel like once you’ve been in that cycle of feeling depressed/insecure for so long it’s hard to snap out of, even with constant reassurance 😔

But maybe that’s just my angsty side talking HAHA

but i loved this fic, 11/10🫶

-🦅

omg yes, literally my favorite thing I've ever written. ik I wrote it, but it's the only thing of mine I reread bc it's like the perfect expression of how I feel, like if I could represent myself in one fic it would be that one if that makes any sense. it's like a concept that always haunts my mind no matter what I'm hyperfixating on maybe because I'm just like melancholy like that 🎀🎀🎀

but thank you so much, I'm literally so glad people are enjoying it because it literally is my own roman empire

yes she wants to be angry, she is angry, but refuses to let herself be because his issues are what she needs to prioritize. how can she be angry when he is constantly suffering? even if it's not so slowly tearing her apart, like a piece of paper sitting in water, she's trying to stay connected for the illusion of it all, to be strong for him.

her being loving isn't new to him, so he isn't thrown off by that, only slightly confused by her waking up earlier then usual. so her gifts have little bearing when he's used to it and he really doesn't want to feel loved right now because he's trying to reject whatever will make him seek comfort. when she starts changing her clothes and makeup, it's different, but he's not responsive because she's always been his pretty girl and always will be, her buying new clothes doesn't make him perceive her any differently or wonder if there's a reason, people try out new things.

when he notices how other peoples interactions with her have changed that's when he really starts to notice, if everyone else perceives her as melancholy then something has to be wrong. even if he's not quick to point the finger back to himself. he tries gifts, maybe she wouldn't buy something because she wanted him to do it, some sort of attention, but it's not big enough part of the issue to have any bearing on the effects it's now had on her. the girl rotting depression era shall we say. eventually through that, what people say to him, self-reflection he gains full consciousness of what he's been doing, how he's been hurting the person he loves so much. and the guilt is incomprehendable.

how could he be so selfish? so closed off as not to process all the clear cries for help? thinking about how he was getting annoyed, feeling like she was being moody when she insisted on doing the dishes until the dish broke. how she ran out into the ocean, in the rain without a care to regain some sense of composure, composure to try and make him happy. then the necklace thing, how could he miss her clearly trying just to be with him, be near him, have the interactions with him that he was giving to the girl at the shop instead? he was so unresponsive to the emotional needs he just assumed it to be a material need that he was willing to give. so when she rejects the money it just doesn't compute, to buy it she needs it, and then she tries to send the message that buying something isn't what she's asking for but he misses it completely. he gets snappy and it snaps her.

so when he's finally talking to her, he needs her to tell him the truth, the nuances because he's been so blind to all of it. he needs to know how he hurt her and it really is like a full wake up call. he can't let his own trauma consume him, allowing it to traumatize her in different ways. like when she mentions her getting to the point of just wanting him to want her body if he wouldn't want her because that's how people perceive him, that's what was hurting him, but he inadvertently made her feel that way. it breaks him to think that he did that to her, that he hurt his girl that way. then the idea that she would have let him cheat on her, she would've picked being with him over her own well-being, well she did, and he doesn't deserve that. he can't fathom how he could be with someone who loves him so blindly as to choose being with a ghost of him over not having him at all, when she deserves so much better. when he has been so callous with such a precious kind of love. or the fact that he even made it seem like he had interest in anyone but her.

there will be a fluffy, smutty requested sequel but readers issues afterwards will be lightly touched upon in it. but yes, she would have to spend so much time mending her relationship with herself afterwards. he's totally on hand and knee trying to make it up to her, to prove how much he loves and needs her, to give the attention she deserves. but she's still paranoid about cheating, insecure, scared, even if she tries to mask it. but he knows. he could, and does, spend hours praising her, telling her how pretty she is, how she's the only one, how sorry he is, how much he adores her, but it doesn't stop the nagging voice in the back of her head. she tries to hide it but she's clingier and he's okay with that, she needs him more.

but yes there's lots of long term effects the incident has on there relationship. and they have to try and navigate that together.

thank you pookie, I love your thoughts sm 💋💋💋💋💋💋

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #🦅 anon

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silkbab3y · 2 months

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Guys shut UP!! They’re just friends… /silly /lh

Issac (red sweater) is @z-shalltear ‘s oc!!!

Little writing fic I did because I loooove Ryder x Issac (it’s unhealthy for me /j)

Ryder likes his friend. And maybe it was just him being delusional, but sometimes it felt like Issac liked him too. Sometimes because Ryder felt as though he overthought things too much, took his friendly gestures as something more. Could you blame him? With a guy as cute as Issac, who wouldn’t hoped that he liked him back?

Ryder can remember their first meeting vividly— vividly because it was almost embarrassing for Ryder, hard to forget. He had given Issac is number at the library on a sticky note before leaving after he had seen the brunette working so studiously with whatever it was. Ryder loved nerds, so cute Issac was instantly his dream guy.

It was embarrassing how long it took for him to do anything, his friend pestering him on the phone to make a move. But he kept chickening out, hence the note. Maybe it wasn’t that embarrassing, but it was for poor ol’ Ryder. And he felt his efforts were in vain when he didn’t receive any call or text, but had assumed that it had just fell before Issac could see it, rather than the worse.

But then he saw him again and had finally introduced himself. That was… mm… a few months ago? Now they were friends and close as ever, making the little few months seem a lot longer.

Ryder was lucky, because not only did his crush liked him as a friend, but also wanted to be around him! That’s… that’s a win right?

Besides him in the food court, he let Issac go on and on about the plants he was taking care of, in return Ryder would talk about the book he was reading. “I think you might like it… I mean, if you’re like… into romance— but it’s not heavy on it—“ Ryder explains, taking a sip of his smoothie. “The girl like… has this tile traveling gene that passes down the woman side of her family, and her traveling companion also has the gene but it passes down to the men in his family. So the setting switches from like… 2011 to 1800s, and it’s a good read… er…” scratching his head, he shrugs, giving up on trying to explain it without spoilers. “I can lend you the first book, I’m on the last one.”

He glances to catch Issac’s eyebrows raise a bit. “Mm.. that fast?” He questions, the brunette smiling a bit. “Didn’t you just start the trilogy a few days ago?” Yeah, which is why Ryder was tempted to reread the whole thing again. Blame his dad for recommending him his now new hyperfixation. “Eeer…” Ryder just gives him a sheepish grin. “Maybe we can read it together?”

After their break, Ryder dreaded having to split for their classes, sometimes even debating if he should skip his to go with Issac. But alas, they both wanted to be good students (Ryder a little less than Issac), and he didn’t want to bother Issac or distract him in his learning (despite wanting to see his cute face 24/7).

Thankfully, their buildings were close by, so they had some time left before they parted. The walkway outside was crowded, most students having just gotten out of class and heading to their next one or heading home.

Ryder noticed Issac almost being eaten up by the crowd, and with an impulse— reaches out for his friend’s hand to pull him to his side. He could almost feel his heart shoot up into his throat at the feel of his hand in his before continues forward, guiding them out the crowd. Ryder couldn’t help but take a few glances back to look at Issac, before facing forward entirely before he ended up staring at the slightly anxious man in the midst of people.

‘He’s so cute.’ Ryder thinks to himself with a small smile. Finally out of the pushing people, standing in front of Issac’s building while his was just a walk away, Ryder holds onto his hand for a second longer before releasing their grip.

This was Ryder’s last class, so he wouldn’t see Issac until Thursday when their schedules align again. Maybe if he’s lucky though, he’ll see Issac tomorrow.

“Well…” Ryder swallows, shoving his hands into her Jean pockets. “Um… I’ll see you later, Issac.” He bids with a smile, waving as he backs away a bit before turning. Hearing Issac walk off into his building, Ryder takes out his EarPods and puts them on, playing whatever song his Spotify had already been playing before.

Ryder didn’t even realize he was still smiling all the way to his class until his other friend had mentioned it. Wiping at his lips as if the smile was a stain, he shrugs at his friend. “Can’t a guy be happy?”

Happy that he got to spend time with his crush, held his hand. Yeah, Ryder likes Issac.

#I’ll kiss you if you know what book trilogy I’m talking about #I love love love Ryder x Issac #💗mywriting #silkbab3y

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am-i-interrupting · 2 months

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Hello! I was wandering what would be my match up for the Hazbin hotel characters!

I go by She/her Pronouns and as for my sexuality, it’s kinda hard to say, I like males mostly but I also like females either by how pretty they are or how sweet they are. And also I get pretty shy at first but when I warm up I’m very bubbly and motherly towards anyone! But when it comes to my crush I get very awkward and shy, I do tend to bottle up my negative emotions a lot and having a hard time saying no to others if I’m being told to do something I don’t like but I’m slowly learning!

My personality trait is that I’m an ambivert, I’m both shy and outgoing, I’m sweet and kind and very gentle towards anyone, I’m very dense at times which means I don’t know when someone is interested in me so basically I’m a hopeless romantic😭😭

I don’t really prefer any characters who are toxic or messed up like valentino since I don’t like how he licked Charlie’s arms since I don’t like germs like that, also I don’t want to be matched with Charlie or vaggie since they are together and which I don’t wanna ruin that since their so perfect with each other!!

I got tested for ADHD and it came out positive, I do have hyperfixation since I get overly excited about something I like and which I would shake my hands out in excitement, I also have cute aggression in which I will find something cute like ducks or otters! But for some reason, sometimes I have an urge to like grab ahold of someone’s head and aggressively shake their head or even bite their cheeks or chin or even biceps

My fashion taste is kinda like a bimbo in a way, I like wearing crop tank tops that shows my curves and wearing grey sweatpants, almost like tojis outfit like black skintight shirt and baggy grey sweatpants, I also wear a zip up sweater too!

My hobbies are painting and drawing but mostly I love writing since I love creating new stories or anything and I love reading, I love talking about someone about my hobbies or anything in general!

How i show my affections is by either hugging or making them things I do, I have quality time and physical love, I’m very touch starved since I barely get any hugs by someone I deeply loved (not family members tho) I love either being big spoon or small spoon since I’m tall (I’m 5’10 or 5’11) I love being appreciated and loved by someone who can care for me!

I love classic music like Frank Sinatra or sometimes even listening to musical musics like willy wonka such as ‘pure imagination’ or any musical from Disney!

I love dark humor or sometimes cheesy jokes by someone I like (I sometimes act like a school girl who’s giggling and all that😭😭)

I feel like I would either be a puppet for my demon form, puppets do things to entertain the person for their happiness and which the puppets ignore their own happiness for others (I do that a lot for the people I care for😭😭) I do things for others but yet I don’t like doing them but it’s for them

Your Match Up Is. . .

Rosie!

You and Rosie met while she was supervising Cannibal Town. Everyone wore a smile except for a child who looked a bit saddened. You came to help.

She stopped you afterwards and thanked you, asked if you were new to Hell since she’d never seen you before and turns out you were.

She asked if you’d like to live in Cannibal Town or if she could set you up with a job since you didn’t have one. You nearly backed out, not a cannibal in life and you told her as much but she insisted everyone was welcome in her town.

She would check in on you periodically and would hear stories about the non-cannibal helping people out in town.

When you got yourself hurt helping someone who didn’t want to bother Rosie as she’s a very busy woman, she sewed you back up.

“You do need to be more careful, my dear. We don’t want your strings to be cut again so soon, now do we?”

That’s when she insisted you come join her to work in her emporium.

Eventually she invited you into her home for a candle lit homemade dinner. No, it’s not another demon, she promises.

You two have a lovely night together. She is an excellent cook when she’s not cooking other people (and she probably is when it comes to cooking other people as well but while she’ll ask you if you want to try it, she’ll never force you.)

Thus begins your relationship.

It’s a bit odd that she, a woman so clearly in the past, is dating someone dressed so modern but all is well and she does compliment you on how you look.

Even if those crop tops make her a bit flustered, they also let her make direct contact with your skin.

She hangs up any drawings you do in both her home and space work, proudly showing them off.

She is very proud of you and let’s the world know it.

Although, the world doesn’t need to be privy to all things.

Those things being what you do behind closed doors.

She’s not immune to trailing her hands up your stomach and under your shirt to cup your chest or down the your back and easily into the waistband of your pants to get a handful or two of your behind.

Her kisses in public are quick and chaste but alone she’s slow and passionate and she can be such a tease.

You best learn how to undo her clothing with the hooks and ties because she’s not going to teach you when she has such easy access to you.

If you bite her in private, she’ll expose more of her skin and tell you to bite harder, to taste her most vulnerable.

She knows you’re not a cannibal, but that doesn’t mean she can’t try to rope you in to the true vulnerability of knowing someone inside and out.

#hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin rosie x reader #rosie x reader

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eddiesgorlie · 1 year

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hi how are you? I've long time adored Austin Butler and I guess all the red carpet appearances I'm back into my hyperfixation. Complete with a binge watch of the Carrie Diaries.

Ive read all your fics this afternoon ( I have to reblog) and I wanted to say I love your writing. Your first time Austin one was AMAZING! He's so freaken lovely. Argh no words.

Am I able to request a Sebastian Kydd fic? I was thinking similar to the show where readers dad does not like Sebastian and she defies him and secretly dates him, he's her first and maybe they get caught by her over protective dad?

Thankyou

Hi! I’m doing well, you? You are so sweet! You most definitely can request a Sebastian Kydd fic, I’m too in love with him! I love this idea, I hope you love how it turns out!

Sneaky

Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Summary: Reader and Sebastian defy her fathers wishes and have to keep their relationship a sneaky secret.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F receiving), verbal abuse from a parent, slight mentions of blood. Let me know if I missed any!

Word count: 2,049

*Not proofread*

My dad absolutely hates my boyfriend, my first boyfriend, Sebastian Kydd, and I don’t mean like the normal hatred dads have against their daughters boyfriend. After arguments upon arguments, I decided I’m not going to dump my boyfriend of a year just because my dad doesn’t like him, its my life after all and I didn’t mind the sneaking around too much!

“How’s my girl doing today?” Sebastian asked, coming up behind me as I stood at my locker. “Better now that you’re here, I have a math test today.” I said, closing my locker and grabbing his hand as he walked me to my next class. “You’ll ace it, you spend too much time studying to fail.” He says. “You’re too nice, wish me luck. I love you.” I said as we stopped in front of my classroom. “Good luck, I love you.” He said, quickly kissing me before I walked into my class.

After one long, boring, mind numbing, depression inducing test, the bell finally rang and I was released into normal civilization. “Doesn’t it feel like we were there for years?” I sigh as we make it outside. “That I can agree on.” He laughs. We took slow steps to his car as I leaned against him. “May I formally invite you to my house to help me with this assignment and for some nice conversation?” He asks, raising his eyebrow. “I formally accept your invitation.” I said. “Well your carriage awaits, m’lady.” He said, opening the passenger door to his car and making sure I got inside comfortably before getting in himself. He turned the radio on and drove to his house with the sounds of The Cars playing.

His house was huge compared to mine, it wasn’t very inviting, always cold, like his parents. How does someone so kind come from such cold parents. “This won’t be too hard, just look at your pre calculus book and it should be pages 45-56 I think and of course I’ll help you along the way.” I said, laying next to him on his bed. “How do I get a great girlfriend and a free math tutor in one? Luckiest guy alive!” He said. “Shut up and let me cuddle you.” I said. “As you wish.” He said. He set the assignment down and held me close to his chest. “I’m just going to rest my eyes, make sure I’m awake in 5 minutes.” I said, inhaling his comforting scent. “Of course.” He said, kissing my head and stroking my back.

I opened my eyes, forcing the tiredness away and looked at my watch, 6:00. 6:00! “Sebastian! Let me up! It’s 6:00, I thought you were going to wake me up!” I said, scrambling to get out of his arms. “6:00? Its only like 4:00.” He looked at his alarm clock. “Oh shit, its 6:00.” He jumped out of bed as I got my shoes on and we both ran to his car. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was just so comfortable and I didn’t want the moment to end. I can’t wait until we don’t have to sneak around anymore. “Its not your fault, and you can’t believe how much I want the sneaking around to stop.” I sighed. He dropped me off on the sidewalk a couple houses down from mine like I requested and I kissed him before getting out of the car. “I love you.” I said. “I love you more.” He said. I blew a kissing to him and started walking to my house.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n!” My dad yelled as I walked into the front door. “Yes, dad?” I asked. “Where the hell have you been?” He asked, turning the corner to stand in front of me. “Study group ran late.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Hm, that’s funny, there was no study group tonight. You were out with that Kydd boy, weren’t you?” He asked, raising his voice. “There was study group.” I said. “I called your so called study group buddies houses and there wasn’t one tonight and funny to find out, you aren’t even part of it.” He spat. I went pale. “Your grounded and I’m putting my foot down, no seeing that boy. Now go to your room!” He yelled. I glared at him and walked up the stairs to my room.

The Next Day

I woke up and got some studying done, it was a Saturday and Sebastian and I normal met at a coffee shop, I had no way of reaching him to tell him I’m grounded since I wasn’t allowed to use the phone. I snuck down the stairs and grabbed some snack foods while dad was at work before retreating to my room again to study and nap.

My nap was cruelly interrupted when a bird kept tapping on the window, after trying to cover my head with a pillow and the sound getting louder I decided my only option was to scare it away. I got out of the warm sheets of my bed and drug my feet to the window. I pulled the curtains away to find not a bird, not even an animal, it was Sebastian, he climbed the trellis next to my window. “What are you doing here?” I shrieked as I worked to open the window. “Well, my coffee date stood me up.” He laughed once I got the window open. “I’m grounded.” I sighed once he crawled in. “Thats what I figured.” He said. I closed the window, curtains and shut the door. “Dad is at work.” I said. “Good, now I get to be with my pretty girl til he gets back.” He said, kissing me. “He should be home in two hours.” I said, sighing as he kiss my neck.

We laid down on my bed and talked about our days. “A skateboarder company, what do you t-” “I-I want to have sex with you.” I said, cutting him off. He quickly sat up and met my eyes. “Did I hear you correctly?” He asked, smiling. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I said, smiling. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He said. “I’m sure.” I said as I pulled his face to mine, kissing him. He crawled over top of me and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to my breasts. “That feels so good.” I moan as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I reached down to the hem of my oversized t-shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my bare chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against my lips. “I love you.” I said, pulling his lips into a passionate kiss. His fingertips slowly cascaded down my chest, stomach and down to my dripping core, his rough fingers quickly found my clit and stroked it through my shorts. I through my head back onto the pillow and moaned as my legs twitched. “Seb.” I moaned. “Good girl.” He said, his lips meeting my neck. “Can I take these off?” He asked, his fingers running across the waistband of my shorts. “Mhm..” I said. His fingers hooked in the waistband and pulled my shorts and panties off. He spread my legs and looked at my pussy. “You’re so wet.” He groaned. I quickly closed my legs. “Hey, you’re okay. Are you still comfortable?” He asks, his hands stroking my thighs. “Yes, I just think its unfair that you’re fully clothed.” I smirked. He laughed before pulled his shirt over his head and leaning down to meet my lips again.

My hands reached up to trace the muscles. “Cold.” He laughed, grabbing my hands. “Sorry.” I smiled. He held my hands in his, warming them up. “I love you.” He said. “I love you more.” I said, my now warm hands on his chest. He pecked me on the lips and pulled my ass to the end of my bed before spreading my legs. “Oh my God!” I yelled as his tongue licked a stripe up my pussy. He knew what he was doing. He sucked on my clit and thrusted his fingers into me. “Don’t you dare stop.” I said, my orgasm creeping up on me. “Come on, baby, cum for me.” He said, against my clit. The vibration from him talking through me over the edge. He continued as I rode my orgasm out. “Stop!” I shrieked, pushing his head away. “Is everything ok? Did I hurt you?” He asked, searching over my face. “Sensitive, just sensitive.” I laughed. “You scared me.” He said, kissing me. “Can we continue?” I asked. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Seb, I’m sure.” I said. He nodded and started undoing his belt before pulling his jeans and boxers down. He was big. I watched as he grabbed his wallet from his jeans and took a condom out of it, rolling it onto his cock. “I’ll go slow.” He said, lining up with my hole. “Thank you.” I said, grabbing his free hand.

He held my hip with the other hand and slowly pushed into me until his hips were flush with mine, I whimpered at the pain of him stretching me out, but it quickly subsided as he continued to thrust. “Are you doing ok, baby?” He asked. “Perfect.” I said, smiling. “Good, good girl.” He said, resting his forehead against mine. He reached down and started stroking my clit, my legs wrapped around his back and I pushed my legs into him, pushing him farther into me. “You feel so good.” I moaned as he rubbed against my G-spot. I clenched around him as he made faster circles over my clit. “I’m close.” He moaned. “Me too.” I said. I felt him twitch inside me as he came, throwing me over the edge. “Good girl.” He said, thrusting through our orgasms. He slowly pulled out and walked to the connecting bathroom to my room, I heard the faucet turn on and he quickly returned with a damp washcloth. I watched as he cleaned up between my legs, a small amount of blood on the cloth. “Am I bleeding?” I asked, frantically. “Its ok, its ok. Thats normal.” He said, stroking my hand. “Oh, ok.” I said taking a deep breath. He lifted the blanket and laid in bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you so much.” He said, stroking me hair. “I love you more.” I said.

“Do I have to leave soon?” He asked, obviously hesitant to ask. “He won’t be home for at least another hour.” I said sleepily. “Ok.” He whispered and kissed the top of my head.

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door being thrown open, Sebastian frantically pulled the blanket over me to make sure I was completely covered. “What the fuck is this!” My dad yelled. “I leave to go to work and I come home to find my whore of a daughter in bed with the boy I forbid you from seeing!” He yelled. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Sebastian said. “Both of you, get decent and come downstairs.” Dad said as he slammed the door. I curled into him and cried into his chest. “Don’t cry, I’m getting you out of here.” Sebastian said. My eyes met his, confused. He pulled me out of bed and he quickly got dressed, handing me my clothes. I pulled them on quickly. “Grab a bag, do you have a duffle?” He asked. “Yeah I do.” I said, going to my closet to grab it. “Just fill it with necessity’s.” He said. We put on our shoes after I filled the bag and we made our way down the steps.

Dad was in the living room, his eyes full of anger. “Goodbye.” I said. “Goodbye? No, come sit here, we are discussing this.” He said. “No we are not, I’m turning 18 in a month, I’m leaving.” I said. Sebastian pulled the door open and we walked to his car. “He’ll leave you! Don’t think you can run back to me when he does!” He yelled and I slammed the car door.

“You ok?” He asked, grabbing my hand as he drove. “I’m excited for our future.” I said, kissing his hand. “Me too.” He said.

Sorry, this was kind of an odd way to end this but I wasn’t sure where to go next!

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detectivelokis · 11 months

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OC Tag Game

Tagged by: @socially-awkward-skeleton @marivenah @eclecticwildflowers @leviiackrman @emotionalcadaver @clonesupport @kyber-infinitygems @voidika @strangefable @madparadoxum @strafethesesinners

Tagging: @sstewyhosseini @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @nightwingshero @direwombat @confidentandgood @nightbloodbix @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @risingsh0t @captastra @derelictheretic @gwynbleidd @aceghosts @cassietrn @trench-rot @josephslittledeputy @inafieldofdaisies @pheedraws @megraen @poetikat @swanfey @vampireninjabunnies-blog @bunfey @simply-jason @jacobsneed and anyone else who wants to tag me. I’m sure I forgot someone

Favorite OC

My baby girl. My muse. The ultimate inspo. When I first created Charlie I was not expecting her to have such an impact on my life, but I cannot imagine not writing for her now. I love how complicated she is. Cruel yet maternal, materialistic and vain yet loves her partners and few loved ones unconditionally, manipulative yet brutally honest about who she is. She’s just a fun character and I’m so proud of having created her.

Oldest OC

I haven’t really thought about Mathilda much in years, and I certainly have much older girlies from when I made OCs for Pirates of The Caribbean and Interview with The Vampire in middle school, but she was the first OC I created in years when I was hyperfixating on Vikings back in 2017. She’s a sweet girl, much different from a lot of my current ocs. She’s naive and innocent. An orphan who was raised in a convent. But, like a lot of my girls, she can’t help falling for a bad guy. One day I’ll get back to her/move her to a new fandom that’s more deserving of her.

Newest OC

My baby girl Mack is my newest girlie. She came about when I realized we were severely lacking in Claire ships and well, I needed to provide. She’s another sweet girl. A young politician’s daughter who is just trying to survive a world that she was never raised to be prepared for. I’m excited to start fleshing her out more and she’s been on the mind a lot these last few days.

Meanest OC

It was hard to choose between her and Charlie, but Dylan is cold as ice. She very rarely prioritizes the feelings of others and can be pretty harsh on them as well. One of the few people that she shows unconditional kindness and love to is her daughter, Rory. Besides that, everyone else is just another potential mark. Until she meets Zsasz that is 🙈

Softest OC

Gwen is my ultimate baby girl. She’s incredibly sensitive, optimistic, and views the world through rose-colored glasses. Very much a glass half full kinda girl. I mean, one of her main hobbies is writing love poems for her man. She’s a very rare type of character for me to write and I miss her everyday. Too bad the Arcane fandom is batshit.

Honorable Mention: Mackenzie Liu

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC

Again, it’s Dylan. Girl does not care to make friends or even acquaintances unless she’s absolutely forced to. Though there are a couple people who are able to win her over.

Smartest OC

Gwen’s favorite subjects in university were botany and philosophy. She’s a very brainy and kinda nerdy girl. That plus her innate sweetness is what makes her so perfect for Viktor.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC

Of course it’s Charlie. And the funny thing is, she’s not even really that dumb. She’s actually fairly intelligent, but she has a talent for being able to completely ignore red flags despite actually being aware they exist. She’s also willing to shove common sense to the side when it comes to love or someone hurting her ego. When she actually does use her brain everyone is surprised by the shit she manages to accomplish.

OC I’d be Friends with IRL

Courtney! She’s the best of both worlds. She’s a tough, take no shit kinda girl, but she’s also very sweet and will have anyone’s back if they prove to be a decent person. She also has great taste in music and she’s insanely personable from being a popular bartender, so I think she would just be fun to hang out with.

#man so many girls I haven’t talked about in a while #it’s been the Charlie show for awhile here 🙃#oc: charlie berger #oc: mathilda #oc: mackenzie liu #oc: dylan leone #oc: gwen belmont #oc: courtney darling #tag games

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lexyscross · 10 months

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Kirsch family headcanons! 💕

Since Radio Silence wanna play tricky, let’s just say that their first names are all the same, and their family name is Kirsch. I’m also assuming their personalities were all genuine and not just acts they put on. (Though I’m not entirely sold on Ethan; I think his Shy Awkward Bean personality could’ve been an act.)

I’m going to leave assumptions about the mom out of this. Did she die earlier? Did they kill her? Were they divorced? WHATEVER YOU WANT! I’m not dealing with that mess! But she is mentioned here, to an extent.

Okay? Let’s go!

This. (I can also see Quinn being 1-2 years older than Ethan, but since it’s my original hc, I’m going with them being twins for this.)

Richie’s, Quinn’s, and Ethan’s nicknames from their parents as babies/little kids were “Buddy,” “Pretty Girl,” and “Pookie Bear,” respectively. (And they still fit the vibes when they grew up. 🥺)

The twins learned how to ride bikes at 5 or 6 years old. Quinn, with all of her boldness and confidence, took to it easily, but Ethan (having seen Quinn fall a couple of times, but get right back up) was scared. Quinn teased him for it, telling him to stop being a baby. Richie encouraged him, telling him that he wouldn’t let him fall and holding on at first until Ethan felt safe enough for Richie to let go.

They are absolutely one of those families that wear matching Christmas pajamas.

Wayne often worked late (obviously, he’s a detective), and their mother had... some career that required her to work late every now and then, so Richie sometimes had to babysit Quinn and Ethan. Whenever this happened, they would have a Stab marathon (even though their parents told him not to show the kids those movies). Quinn liked them almost immediately; for Ethan, it took 2 or 3 marathons for him to warm up to them.

Richie and Ethan are both autistic, but only Richie was diagnosed because with him it was more “apparent,” with his hyperfixations and all. Everyone just thought Ethan was shy and sensitive. This contributed to Wayne’s spoiling of Richie’s Stab obsession; he wanted to be supportive of his son’s interest (even though his wife told him it was unhealthy to indulge such a morbid fascination), but he took it too far. 🥺

Quinn has ADHD. She wasn’t diagnosed until she was 17.

Being that he’s 7 years older than them, Quinn and Ethan sort of hero worshipped Richie.

Richie loved his baby siblings, and he’d stab a bitch for them, but he was also constantly annoyed by them and how much they wanted to be around him. And they were often trying to get into his YouTube videos, trying to jump in view of the camera (especially Quinn), which drove him nuts. (”MOM! DAD! MAKE THEM GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”)

The kids sometimes helped Richie with his fan-films. But Richie was very... fastidious when it came to his art, so he wouldn’t really let them do much; it was more like letting them hand him props and stuff like that. But once they got older, he allowed them to actually be in the movies... as victims, of course.

Ethan liked looking over Richie’s shoulder (to Richie’s annoyance) while he’d draw. It started out as a baby brother shadowing his big brother, but eventually he started liking the violence and the gore of it.

They’re all so protective of each other, but Richie and Quinn also low-key bully Ethan; he’s the shy one, and the baby of the family, so of course they do. (🖤)

Once, when Richie was 13 and Ethan was 6, Richie play-smacked Ethan on the head just a bit too hard; Ethan starts WAILING, full screaming sobs, and Richie panics, not wanting to get in trouble. He starts trying to shush Ethan and rubs his head, “Shh, shh, stop crying. You’re okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, stop crying!!” He lost his Stab privileges for a week.

Cute childhood pictures of little Richie holding his baby siblings. 🥺 Like if you feel like chewing on glass. 🙂

When they were 7, some kid pushed Ethan on the playground at school and was picking on him, so Quinn jumped on this kid and started decking him. A teacher pulled her off of him, called the parents, and Wayne had to come to the school. Quinn told him what happened, and said, “Daddy, you say we have to look out for each other.” He acted upset with her in front of the principal and fake lectured her, but once they got to the car, he told her, “That’s my girl!” No one fucks with their family.

When Quinn and Ethan were born, Quinn (being the elder twin) screamed until Ethan was finally out and their mother held them together. She has always been a protective sister!

All of them were upset when Richie told them he was moving to California (they’re from the Midwest, so that’s way across the country), but Quinn especially, who yelled at him and then stomped up to her room, slamming the door shut. Ethan just sat on the couch, pouting with his arms crossed, saying nothing. (Richie, of course, knew why he was going, but he couldn’t give them an answer other than that he wanted to, which is probably what hurt the most. It felt like he was just abandoning the family; that he had his own life now and was ready to move on from them.)

Once Richie moved to California, he FaceTimed/Skyped/whatever with them all of the time. Like, almost every day. They certainly texted daily. A lot of memes and stuff like that, especially between Quinn and Richie.

I don’t even- ...I don’t even know how to describe what it was like when they got the news that Richie was murdered and was involved in a killing spree in California. It was... it was sad is all I know. I imagine they were all home together when they got the news. They were definitely breaking down, mixed with denial. Wayne fell to the floor and sobbed once it hit him; his first baby was gone. Quinn practically had a panic attack right then; in fact, she probably did. And Ethan simply shut down; he just stood there against the wall for about 10 minutes, wordless, showing no reaction, staring at nothing, likely in a state of shock.

Ethan had a bit of a Roman Roy moment at Richie’s funeral. If you know, you know.

Wayne was so deep in his grief that the kids (more so Quinn, the Eldest Daughter™/now Eldest Child™) had to start taking care of him, making sure that he ate and got some sleep.

Quinn and Ethan saw the pictures that Wayne saw of Richie. I have varying theories about this that I enjoy, but all I know is that they saw those pictures. Did Wayne show them the pictures to motivate them? I like to think he tried to keep them from seeing them, but the man was so far gone in his devastation that who’s to say?

Wayne was so sleep-deprived that, when Ethan came to visit him in his office (home office, not at work) before bed one night, standing in the doorway, Wayne accidently called him Richie before realizing and correcting his mistake. He apologized, and Ethan just said it was okay. He wanted to be upset, but he knew it was a simple sleep-deprived mistake; he also knew that it had to be hard for his father to look at him and not see his first son.

On Richie’s first birthday after his death (which would also end up being the only one they’d be alive for), they “celebrated” with a small chocolate cake (his favorite) and blew out the candles together. 🥺

That’s all for now! This took me, like, 3 months to finish. 😩

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noxexistant · 11 months

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thoughts on uksies sprace, very hyperfixed on them right now

- mystery anon

uksies sprace are FANTASTIC

uk spot is brash and loud and involved, she dresses plainly but makes herself known when she’s in the room, she’s not as much cold-scary as broadway spot as she is aggressive-scary. when jack scabs, she has to be held back by one of her girls from absolutely wrecking him. race is rough and edgy and constantly fighting to be heard, he dresses noticeably fancier than all the other newsies - he has a dang pocket square. he smokes his cigars casually, and he’s physical when he argues - especially with jack - but he’s equally physical when he’s showing affection.

last time i saw the show, during once and for all, race and spot were crouched beside each other when everyone’s crouched with their lanterns, only really looking at each other, faced towards each other close enough that they could lean in and bump their foreheads. when the strike is won, they chest bumped - spot all but threw herself into it, and race seemed all too happy to throw himself right back.

the two of them absolutely have the energy of race having the biggest crush on spot for as long as he knows her but having no idea how to approach it. and spot…sort of knows (maybe needs her girls to help her know) but, regardless, she is absolutely not down for it. race’s interest is pointless at best and destructive at worst, spot can’t risk borough politics getting influenced by some dumb manhattan lieutenant falling over his own feet because he saw a girl. so she ignores all his flirting and teasing with her usual manners, scoffs at him, gives as good as she gets but never lets him get any ideas.

but then, during the strike, she actually gets to know race better than this marginally tense relationship they had before, usually marked by race being painfully awkward in his usual charming attempts when they crossed paths around brooklyn - and, okay, sure, maybe spot has been going to sheepshead more than she used to - but suddenly they’re actually interacting on common ground. and race is serious, focused, devoted, not half-playfully flirting or the worse alternative of trying very hard not to. he does, however, make some dumb joke while they’re working in the basement getting the banners printed, and it makes spot shamelessly snort - loud enough that ritz hushes her - and race knows he’s screwed. she’s so beautiful, screwing her nose up as she laughs, covered in mud and ink and bruises.

but spot’s screwed too. race is handsome and charming in how utterly not-charming he is, and he tells stupid jokes and his breath smells like cigar smoke and he kind of smells like cologne. he’s got his sleeves rolled up as he works, cigar tucked into his pocket. spot knows she likes him far too much in the moment she sees him walk over to jack and do their forearm-cross move that falls into the tight hug of two brothers.

and spot is unquestionably the one who makes the first move. and every first move subsequent to that. she knows full well that race would never.

they kiss for the first time when he keeps staring wistfully at her lips like it’s forbidden fruit or something, chewing on his own bottom lip. the street is empty, they’re wandering around late after a day of selling, so she just rolls her eyes and grabs him and kisses him hard. then kisses him again, softer. and he tastes like cigar smoke too - and his cheeks are all flushed when she pulls away. he definitely smells like cologne, something fancy he stole from someone.

she’s screwed.

she kisses him again. and starts laughing when he does - this dizzy sort of giggle like he can’t believe what they’re doing - and snorts against his lips. they’re both dumb lovestruck messes when they get back to their respective lodging houses.

#answered #mystery anon #uksies #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #sprace

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Omg hello again I’m totally not on a ghost busters hyper fixation (I am). Sooo if it’s not to much trouble could I maybe have Ray with with a buff reader. Like they work out and are strong, but because they’re AFAB they get weird looks and are called names sometimes? It’s been a hard week 😭

Have a good day!!!

it's alright because sameee i am so hyperfixated. but yes i will do this for you !!

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Your Strong. Embrace That

Ray Stantz x Reader

WARNINGS : none, just talk of insecurity

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YOU ALWAYS TOOK CARE OF YOURSELF. AND THAT meant in mostly the form of working out. You loved doing that. It mostly helped your mental health, and because of it, you grew to be more buff, which you were most definitely proud of. But there were times that even you lost self confidence sometimes. And it was becoming a little more evident than you hoped.

They always got weird looks, got called weird names. Usually, that did not bother them. But there was one particular group of females that called you some really mean name and it just broke your heart into pieces. It definitely crushed some of the self esteem that you had.

You had stayed in your apartment that day due to it, not wanting to go out into the world. Usually, you would've left the apartment by now. So when Ray noticed that you were still in bed, he got a little worried because you looked so sad at the moment.

He walks over to you before sitting on the edge of your bed. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You didn't know if you wanted to talk about it right now. But you manage to look up at Ray's face to see that he was genuinely concerned. You then look away, feeling a bit ashamed.

"I know something's bothering you," Ray tells you, before kissing your cheek.

A sigh escapes your lips. "People look at me funny," you start, "for the past week, i've been called names."

"What? By who?" Ray questioned.

"Just by people. Every time I step outside they give me weird looks. All because my arms look so much different than theirs," you explain to them, "These group of girls ... They made fun of me the whole time I was at the gym yesterday. It really hurt a little bit of my pride."

Ray's eyes soften. He moves a little bit closer so that he can face you. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I like that you're buff," he says.

You look up at Ray. "You're supposed to say that. You're my partner," you told him.

"I'm not saying that only because you're my partner. I'm saying that because I love you. And I actually do like your muscles," Ray told you with a chuckle, "It shows that you take pride in your appearance. You work out because it makes you feel happy, right?"

You look at him, giving him a slight nod. Working out always made you feel much better. But those girls ... You couldn't really stop thinking about it.

"Right," you say quietly.

"So, I don't think they should take that happiness from you," Ray told you, "Besides. It shows that you're strong. Embrace that."

You couldn't help but to smile at those words. "You think I'm strong."

"I don't just think it," he answers, "I know it."

You finally sit up from the bed. You give Ray a kiss to his cheek. It almost makes him blush. "You're too sweet," you say, "and you're right. I shouldn't let a couple girls ruin working out for me."

"See? That's the spirit," Ray says back with a chuckle," So is that a deciding factor? You're gonna go back."

You smile. "Yeah, I'm gonna go back."

#ghostbusters #ray stantz x reader #ray x reader #spence's small fics #the-did-i-ask

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