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v-ternus · 11 months

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Dedicated to @iamthecomet, who got me back into writing. Im the anon from your box a day or so ago. Hope you love the brain rot that you've elicited.

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18+ . t!Rain and Dew first time. (cunt, pussy, cock, dick, clit for what Rain has going on, and cock/dick for Dew).

Almost 3k and I dont know how it got this long. Idek how to really tag this. Its nasty, full of yearning. Dew takes good care of our boy.

If you see a mistake, no you didnt.

-Vee

“It’s puff, puff, pass dude. Not puff and hog it”. Rain chides, sending him a jokingly accusatory look. Dew takes one more long drag before handing it to Rain and telling him to finish it off. A warm silence blooms between the two, enjoying the cool night breeze under Omega’s tree. Dew, Aether and Mountain had planted it when he retired with Terzo. After a while, Dew is the one to break the silence.

“Why don’t we do this more often? We have the time now that tour is done. I'm sure Mountain wouldn't mind sprouting some more of the good stuff.”

Rain doesn’t answer. He knows why they can’t do this more often.

Being around you makes my chest cave in. I have to force my eyes shut or I would never stop looking at you. Your full belly laughs when Swiss says something dumb gets my stomach tied up in knots. The way your chest rises and falls when we’re laying out on the docks rips the breath out of my lungs. The warm stare of your pale blue eyes is blinding. I love you too much. It hurts that I can’t tell you- show you. Being around you without telling you is an unimaginable pain.

Rain can’t bring it up. He can't risk ruining whatever they have. And besides, Dew wouldn't want him.

“—Rain?”

Rain is yanked back from space to Dew sitting up, leaning over him. He really must've clocked out. It takes a long second for him to notice Dew’s hand right on his chest. The skin underneath it is on fire. It's too much and not enough. He wraps his own hand around Dew’s wrist and it makes sparks run through his arm. He shoots his head back and takes a deep breath.

“I'm ok. I think I'm a little too high. You shouldn't have made me finish it” Rain tries to joke, to offer up a convincing chuckle, but fails miserably. Dew doesn't believe him. He taps Dew’s hand, asking to be let up. He leans himself against the tree and Dew follows.

The closeness makes Rain more lightheaded than the weed. He starts rubbing the edges of his thighs, focusing on the feeling of denim against his hands. The texture is calming when he’s high. He looks over to Dew— his head against the tree, the bob of his damn Adam’s apple, the lines that make up that dumb face, the slender neck he wishes he could hold. It’s all too much.

Before he can even register it, he’s bringing his hand up. It finds itself on the back of Dew’s neck, with his thumb caressing the skin right behind his ear. Soft. Dew shivers and his eyes shoot open. Once he realizes what he’s done, he jerks his hand back.

I'm sorry, I don't know what that was. I'm too high. I'm sorry Dew.

It’s all he can spit out. He’s ruined it. It's all ruined. He’s upset him. Dew doesn't want him and now Dew is angry at him. Dew grabs his wrist and Rain waits in anticipation— expecting pain or a push. Instead, he's quickly brought up to his feet by a solid tug.

“What? Dew I—“

“Just come on Rain”

It's only a short walk to the dorms, but it feels like eternity. Rain can only register pounding in his ears and the feeling that his heart is going to beat out of his chest. They get to Dew’s room, and the door is shoved open. Dew is the first to speak

“Are you serious?” Rain manages to find anger in the words somehow. He’s expecting the worst. The reality of the situation has sobered him up and panic is creeping in. He can’t live with Dew being angry at him.

“I'm sorry Dew, really. Can we just forget it? I’ll stay out of your way from now on. We do—“

His ramble is quickly cut off by the wind being knocked out of him. Dew, in all of his small stature, has shoved him up against the door.

“I really hope you’re serious Rain.”

Dew’s lips find Rain’s before he can register the words. It was fast, their teeth knocking and sending the smallest cringe through both of them. But none of it mattered. Rain melts, held up by Dew and the door. His hands find purchase on Dew’s waist— fistfuls of his shirt. And he’s pulled lower, deepening the kiss.

It's messy, hungry. It's everything he’s wanted and more. Dew is sweet— he still tastes like the weed they just smoked, earthy and floral, but underneath it is Dew. Rain swears he tastes like honey, golden amber spilling out of those sly lips which are softer than whatever Rain’s imagination could cook up. He tugs on his bottom lip as he pulls away. He can feel Dew’s gasps, hot against his cool skin when they separate to actually breathe. But it’s not enough. He needs more.

Rain steadies himself and pushes off of the door, it makes Dew take a small step back. The small step turns into a few more as Rain keeps moving forward. Dew finds himself being pushed towards the bed. His knees hit the edge and Rain gives a final push, knocking him down. He sits himself down over Dew’s legs, placing soft kisses along his jaw, working his way down his neck. The kisses get harsher the lower he goes, he hopes they leave marks. He sucks a little too hard at the base of Dew’s neck and pulls away to a mark already forming. Dew is just as wrecked as he is– his hair is a mess, lips are a puffy red from their kisses, and breathy moans are wrung out freely. They only serve to fuel Rain on more. He licks a stripe up to his ear, biting it, worrying it between his teeth.

Dew whines.

Rain sits back and stares at Dew— all pink with blush as he registers the noise he just made. It’s adorable, for lack of a better word. He’s wanted to see this since he was summoned. He’s wanted to see the fire ghoul wrecked for him.

“I'm serious Dew. Im more than serious.”

Rain leans back in for a kiss and Dew is happy to let him indulge. He lets Rain pull him in closer, even though they can't physically get any closer. He lets him loom over him, as far as he’ll go. Dew reaches for the hem of Rain's shirt and gives it a tug. A silent request. The only response Rain is capable of is a quick please before Dew is pulling the shirt over him.

Dew grabs Rain by the face, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. He continues down– his mouth, over his chin, down the column of Rain’s neck. He dips down lower, kisses his sternum, and drags his tongue back to Rain’s collar bone. His teeth graze the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulders and he feels Rain shake from it. Rain weaves his hands up to the nape of Dew’s neck, tugging gently at his hair.

It makes Dew bite down, not enough to break skin, but just enough to drag a moan out of the water ghoul. Rain doesn't know if he wants to push his head off or pull him in closer. Dew follows what Rain did moments before and makes a mirrored bruise at the base of his neck— reflections of one another.

“Beautiful. So beautiful for me. My rainbow.” Dew barely spits out his praise before Rain is pulling his shirt off and pushing him onto his back. Dew fiddles with his belt, struggling to get his pants off. Rain– impatient as he is– takes it upon himself to start what Dew couldn't. He steps off of Dew to finish pulling his pants off and moves to take off his own, along with his soaked boxers that get thrown somewhere. He’s dripping desperately and is back on Dew as quickly as he was off. He lowers himself and buries his head into the mattress. He groans and drags his wet cunt over Dew’s still clothed cock. He thinks he could cum just like this– haphazardly grinding against Dew, hearing his moans right in his ear. He mutters something in the crook of Dew’s neck.

“Louder Rainy,”. Rain doesn’t repeat himself. Instead, he props himself back up on his hands, and grinds himself down harder onto Dew. His dick catches on the fabric but Rain bites back a whimper. The drag is intense. Dew finds his hips and pulls them down just enough that a high pitched moan escapes Rain. He can feel Rain soaking through his boxers, slick just warm enough over his hardened dick that it’s maddening.

With his head down and hair falling over his face, concealing it entirely, Rain finally lets it out, he nearly chokes on it.

I thought you wouldn’t want me.

He sounds so wounded, ashamed. Dew brings a hand up to tuck some of Rain’s hair behind his ear, finally cradling his face. Rain leans into it with his eyes screwed shut, afraid to look at Dew. He feels so small.

“Oh rainbow—“ Dew could almost sob. The idea that he wouldn't want Rain makes his chest tight. He’s wanted this just as much, but this is Dew. He doesn't know how to ask for what he wants. He’d rather wallow in his misery than tell Rain all that he’s been thinking- afraid of the same rejection. Afraid of driving him away.

Dew runs his thumb along Rain’s lip, trying to think of ways to comfort him, to calm his worry.

“Rain, look at me” Dew tries to sound as comforting as possible, not wanting to give the ghoul any reason to find malice in his words. “Please look at me,”. Rain angles his head up and opens his eyes just enough for Dew to see.

“Can I show you how much I do?”

Rain chokes on his own breath. Dew flips them over, running his hand down Rain’s side. It leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake but he needs more. He wants to give Rain anything, everything.

Dew runs his thumb over Rain’s hip, inches away from where he really wants him. It makes Rain throb, he’s getting wetter the longer Dew makes him wait. “Dew… please. I can’t do it anymore, please,”

Dew gives a comforting squeeze right as he brings his hand down to Rain slick pussy. Dragging his fingers up and down his slit, he feels Rain get impossibly wetter. He slips a finger in and feels Rain clench and flutter around his digit. Dew wishes it was his cock. His wish makes him realize that he unfortunately still has his underwear on– that’ll change soon enough.

“All this for me Rainy? You’ve got yourself all wet for me?” Dew punctuates his question by slipping another finger in. The stretch has Rain rutting against his hand, desperate. Dew makes the mistake of looking back at Rain’s face– lip caught between his teeth as he tries to hold back his noises, his palms dug into his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as Dew works him open. Dew kisses under his jaw before readjusting himself, lowering himself to rest between Rain’s thighs. He pulls his fingers out and watches Rain’s cunt clench around nothing. Rain opens his mouth to voice his disappointment but is quickly silenced by Dew licking a long drag from his hole up to his cock. Rain’s back arches off of the bed.

“Be good and let me hear you,” Dew gets his lips around Rain’s stiff little dick, sucking softly at first, testing him. Dew dips down again, lapping at Rain’s pussy before bringing his mouth back to his throbbing dick. He holds it in his mouth, he can feel how heavy he is against his tongue. Rain can only mewl, a litany of please and don't stop flowing from his mouth. His brain feels like it’s melting out of his ears with the way Dew is eating him out.

Dew slips his fingers back in and tongues at the underside of his cock. He feels more slick gush out, pooling in his palm and dripping down to soak the bed underneath them. His fingers curl and feel around, searching. Dew knows he’s found it when Rain’s legs clamp around his head, spasming from the pleasure. It makes Rain see white. Everything is driving him towards the edge, but this isn't how he wants it to end.

Rain reaches down and grabs under Dew’s chin. He brings him up and meets his lips and Dew removes his hand so he can steady himself. You wont be empty for long.

Dew hums and licks into his mouth, sharing the heady taste of his slick. Rain cradles his neck pulling him down further, he can feel Dew’s thrumming pulse. He drags a hand down, pausing over Dew’s pounding heart. Mine. He doesnt now where the courage came from, but Dew quickly ducks his head by Rain’s ear and whispers it back. “Yours, raindrop. Whenever you want. Forever.” It's a promise he makes as he roll his hips into Rain’s thigh. Rain ignores it for now and decides to drag a little lower to the silver rings adorning Dew’s chest. He tugs lightly, it earns him a gasp. He keeps thumbing at the reddening nub, toying with it. Dew moves back in to get his lips on Rain’s, to drown himself in his taste. Rain's hand reaches further, moving past the band of Dew’s boxers.

He finally gets a hand around Dew’s cock and all he can feel is Dew shaking with anticipation. He’s hot, burning even, and heavy in Rain’s hand. Rain runs his hand down the length, giving a gentle squeeze to the base. Dew isn't quiet like Rain, not ever. So Rain touching him has him groaning into Rain’s shoulder. Rain brings his hand back up to swipe over the head and he feels Dew stiffen.

“Take them off Dew,” Dew huffs and all but throws himself off of Rain, quickly pulling off his ruined boxers and throwing them towards the edge of the bed. Dew goes back in for a kiss, and Rain gets his hand back on his cock- twisting around the head. Dew is practically leaking, remnants of his water ghoul days. Rain drags his hand back down, spreading his pre over his length. Dew is larger than he expected, Rain feels a tinge of worry that he might not fit. Everyone thinks the small ghoul would be proportional, but they couldn't be more wrong in this division.

“I need you Dew. Please fuck me,” Who is Dew to deny his pretty little siren? He centers himself between Rain’s legs, pushing his legs open wider. His pussy on display. He ruts his cock through Rain's wet folds, making sure to drag his head over Rain’s clit. Rain shakes with Dew’s little movements. He wraps his legs around Dew's torso and Dew picks up on the cue, finally lining himself up.

He eases the blunt head in, hoping Rain is adjusting enough. By the sounds he’s making, Dew knows everything is fine. He slowly pushes in inch by inch, but the stretch is still enough to have Rain choking on his own breath. Dew leans down, “Almost there baby, just breathe. Such a good boy for me. You’re taking me so well.” His words make Rain dig his heels in and it forces his cock in to the hilt. The stretch is sudden, and it's harder for Rain to adjust, but he can only think of how Dew is reaching into him. Perfect. They fit together perfectly, molded for each other.

Dew starts with shallow thrusts, inching in and out. He wants Rain to feel it all. His thrusts get faster, more desperate, almost pulling out entirely before carving himself back in. Rain swears he can feel him in his stomach, with each thrust knocking a quick moan out of him. Rain starts meeting his thrusts, rocking his hips perfectly. Every thrust hits his G-spot and has him seeing stars. Dew brings his hand down, swiping his thumb over Rain’s cock. His eyes drag down to where they meet, where Dew is gliding into him. Rain feels his cock twitch in him. The lewd sounds of skin against skin fill the room.

The speechless noise is interrupted by Rain. “Can I ask for something… please?”

Anything Rainy, anything you want.

He reaches down for Dew’s hand, dragging it up. Both of their hands rest around his neck and he squeezes Dew’s down against the sides, right under his humming pulse. Dew realizes what he wants and is dumbfounded, he thinks he’s dreaming, but quickly indulges Rain. He squeezes a little harder, and watches as the water ghoul’s eyes roll into the back of his head. Dew feels him clamp down harder on his cock. The tight and wet grip Rain has on him has him right on the edge. Rain taps his hand and Dew loosens his grip. “So good Dew, fuck– its so good.”

His thrusts turn into grinding his cock deeper into Rain, he manages to reach further and further with each roll of his hips. Dew tightens his grip again, just to feel Rain flutter around him.

“Close Rain, please... together?” Rain gives him a quick nod before reaching down to tug at his neglected clit. Dew steadies his hand on Rain’s neck for just a little while longer, just until his thrusts become a little less coordinated. Then he squeezes harshly, “Ive got you Rain, cum for me.” The gentle words prove to be his undoing, he goes rigid against Dew, cumming as he keeps fucking into him.

Feeling the coil tighten further, Dew is sent over the edge by Rain pulsing around him. He spills deep inside Rain as his aftershocks continue to wring him dry. He sags against Rain and wraps his arms against his waist, both of them sticky with sweat. Rain feels like a live wire against Dew.

He would be content to just lay like this for forever, listening to Rain’s heart as he comes down from his own orgasm, feeling his body against his. But he knows that they need to get cleaned up- especially Rain.

They bask in each others after glow just for awhile longer, feeling each others breath even out. Dew is the first to find his voice,

“I wish you would’ve said something sooner,”

Rain places a kiss against Dew’s hair, and squeezes him closer. “Me too wildfire, me too.”

#rain ghoul #fire ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #trans rain #mountain ghoul #earth ghoul #omega ghoul #terzo #aether ghoul #dew/rain #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fic #nameless ghouls

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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What would chrollo say or do if one day his darling yells at him because they dont understand why he wants them. They arent sexy or ugly, not incredibly smart or totaly dumb. They are just normal. The reader has some insecurity issues.

(An insecure darling would not make Chrollo's romantic pursuit easier.)

It's easier to convince someone of something if it comforts them, but all the reassurances and promises of your uniqueness only serve to make you more uncomfortable. Your unworthiness is evident from how you don't look like an actual couple when together. Chrollo is charismatic and attractive, a person that would make anyone turn their head to look at again. You, on the other hand, are a perfect example of an average crowd member. There are no distinguishing features about you or anything that would pull another person in.

Just another person on the street. That's what you are.

You aren't conventionally attractive, simply plain. Neither a bother to look at nor a pleasure. Your facial features aren't unique, and there is nothing about your personality that stands out. Hair texture is normal, your height and weight completely average as well, along with your academic record.

All these facts make you continuously question Chrollo's feelings for you. Why? What does an extraordinary man like him see in you?

Everything apparently. Or at least that is what he told you when you exploded and yelled at him a few minutes ago. His response was immediate, but he only uttered the word 'everything' to your aggressive question and went quiet.

He's still staring at you.

And you're still staring at him.

It's been more than a few minutes, hasn't it?

It doesn't matter. It never did. Chrollo's declarations don't make you feel any better. They actually have the opposite effect. His words only serve to push you deeper in this hole, and it's been ages since you've given up on escape. Both from the hole and from Chrollo.

You can see the gears turning in his head, his eyes softening as he reaches for your shoulder. The action is futile, for you step further back, unaware of the wall a few steps behind you. Your back never meets it because Chrollo is faster. His hands grip both your shoulders with a bit of strength at first, but it becomes gentle.

Unfortunately, you also lack any intelligence to tell whether or not the hurtful expression on his face is genuine.

The both of you stare at each other for a few more minutes, neither wanting to break the silence. Before you could find comfort in the lack of conversation, Chrollo's mouth opens. Words haven't even left his mouth yet, and you've already accepted his inevitable scolding of you putting yourself down.

"You are everything to me," Chrollo declares, voice initially a whisper. "You are everything I am not and never can be. You are part of what I have been seeking for so long, the answer to many of my questions."

His grip tightens again, but you don't have the strength to even whimper. Breaths intermingle at how close the two of you are. It is a line you never dared to cross, an invisible boundary of personal space that even Chrollo begrudgingly respected. But now, as his fingers tighten around your shoulders in a bruising grip and eyes bore into yours, you realise that there are parts of his mind you will never understand.

"Other people never appreciated you. They never saw you as anything worthwhile, but they were wrong. They will never know how foolish they were. Only I can appreciate you, see you for what you are worth. I have always coveted you as you are and never demanded you to change any aspect of yourself."

Memories of your inadequacies flood back in, demands to change yourself in return for relationships and opportunities. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and only further proves Chrollo's point.

"Those imbeciles will never know what a treasure they rejected."

#chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #chrollo lucifer x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #this is a setting i would LOVE to expand on aaaaaaaaaa ill make a separate post on it soon #chrollo brainrot

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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oo I was wondering if maybe the brothers in your AU would have different levels of food anxiety? Honestly I was thinking mostly Raph, considering he's the oldest, largest (at least body weight wise it seems?) and probably expends the most energy taking care of his brothers and doing most of the chores when he was younger.

Probably especially bad that Leo could bully food from any one else and get away with it, and sounds like he might've picked on Raph most in that regard, or if Leo took Donnie or Mikey's food Raph was more willing to split or even give his portions away.

That's assuming Splinter even fed them, which considering the "timeout corner" they might have had to forage for food more than once.

Because like I was thinking about the dynamic between Raph and Casey and how Raph's food anxiety could be what helped drive him to make sure Casey had at least some food (he knows how much it sucks and doesn't want someone else to be stuck like that) and how Casey could have a big impact on Raph if he helped Raph to have a more stable source of food/ate enough.

<- also kinda related thoughts. Raph might be smaller in your version because he didn't get all the nutrition he needed growing up so his height/size is stunted? Also maybe why Leo is the tallest (favourite child privileges?). Hunger might have also helped drive Raph to try running away?

<- I could definitely see Mikey and/or Donnie having food anxiety too, with either food hoarding or getting aggressive when they think someone will steal their food? Or fast eating.

<- Basically I am ROTATING THEM IN MY HEAD!!

OHHHH this is an ask i have so much personal investment in because here’s a Not Super Secret fact about me, I’ve got Avoidant restrictive food intake disorder! And (partially because of that) I starved a lot as a kid! BASICALLY me and all my siblings have weird relationships to food so I am FULLY committed to making these guys relationships with food weird as well.

Splinter DOES feed them, in that there is FOOD in the HOUSE which is EDIBLE. He doesn’t really cook for them, though. Raph’s been cooking for them since he was old enough to take on that job, though he mostly made easy stuff at first like sandwiches/soup/noodles/uncooked vegetables.

So lets go through each turtle and look at how things turned out, why dont we?

Leo: Leo has the least food issues of them all. To him, it’s more like a status thing. If he wants something, he’ll take it. It doesn’t matter if there’s only enough soup for them to each have one bowl, he’ll have two if he feels like it. He does it because he knows he can get away with it, and because it’s been normalized. It doesn’t feel like a huge issue/violation to him.

Mikey: Mikey binges/eats food as fast as possible. He doesn’t wanna give anyone the chance to take it from him. He’s the least discerning and will eat stuff even if it’s kind of rotten/stale. He doesn’t have the self restraint to hoard food, he’d just eat it all immediately. Mikey gets reasonably aggressive about his food, but wouldn’t actually hurt his brothers (except maybe Leo) to get it back. then again his brothers (except leo) typically wouldn't take it from him anyway.

Donnie: Donnie has a ton of texture issues and because of that he’s a picky eater, he’s starved the most second only to Raph, because even when there IS food he can’t always get himself to eat it. he’s more used to the pain of starvation than the disgust of eating something with a Bad Texture

(shoutout to MYSELF. I was really out here dying as a 12 year old, huh? Fully eating 1 sandwich a day and crying about it cause the bread felt gross and dry in my mouth.)

Donnie is prone to hoarding food, but keeps it hidden in various places because if Leo thought Donnie had more food than him, he’d try to steal it. So Donnie keeps his stashes secret, but will share food if he thinks the others REALLY need it. Because Donnie can only eat specific kinds of food, he’s very aggressive about protecting his food from others. But he can’t beat Leo in a fight, so he usually resorts to hiding the food.

Donnie has slight cannibalistic urges because of all that (and cause he’s a softshell lol), but it’s not a huge issue and he’d never act on them cause the idea/texture of eating another PERSON is repulsive. He’ll often just chew on something (even himself) to tide himself over.

Raph: poor, beautiful Raph. Raphael, my darling boy. SO FIRST OF ALL Raph starved the most. If Leo took more than his fair share, Raph would split his portion for his little brothers, because to him taking care of them is his whole reason for being alive.

he has cannibalistic urges too, cause he starves the most (and cause he's a snapping turtle). and that makes him feel like a terrible person. Donnie and Mikey get these urges too, but they never starved quite as bad as Raph did because he’d always split his food with them.

I like the idea that Raph is stunted because of nutritional issues, so yknow what? I'm adopting that. it's canon now.

as for Raph and Casey,,, I think they would definitely share food. In fact, I think Raph would leave Casey food/snacks as gifts when he was trying to befriend him. Casey eventually bringing along food from above ground would be a GAME CHANGER for the turtles, too.

one correction: Donnie is actually the tallest! He just slouches a lot (and I've mostly drawn them as kids, before his growth spurt)

Man, sidenote, but writing this really got me thinking about my childhood more. If we didn't get enough to eat, mom would get mad at us like “why didn’t you eat??” IDK I’m 11 and you’ve been gone all day!! She’d check in with the older kids and ask them (and eventually me, cause at a certain point I was the oldest one home) if the other kids had eaten. And sometimes i’d say i did just to get her off my back. God what a shithole. Anyway, this was a fun ask hah.

#nnstuff #ask #tmnt #disordered eating #food tw #tmnt au #teenage mutant neglected turtles #child neglect tw #child abuse tw #long post

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mo-ok · 4 months

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A curated list of Lost Galaxy observations (as the worlds number one Gingaman enjoyer). Ordered from "found this fun" to "grinding my teeth very mad losing sleep over this"

1 - i absolutely love how all over the place they are about emulating Gingaman's I C O N I C running. They kinda sorta do it sometimes but no one ever seems committed to it and its so fucking funny. Like an embarrassed kid not wanting to play "yes and" in front of his friends in drama class. Delightful.

2 - Endlessly amused by Mike's Aura Changer. Ki ryoku tenshin. Mike of the heavenly ring star. Cow Ranger.

3 - They only ever use the washed out/thrown overboard/kinda dead Bucrates suit for Kegler (they dont actually use ANY Gingaman footage for this character isnt that fun)

4- The Gingaman Yartotos: baby boy, baby. The Lost Galaxy Swabbies: evil. Its the eyes man, why are they looking at me like that

5 - what's up with the big ass scar on Captain Mutiny's chest?? It's cool and makes him look like a battle hardened pirate but also he never had this in Gingaman (not even in the megaranger crossover) and i wanna know how it happened

6 - Magna Defender comes back as a ghost and tells Mike to kill himself this has nothing to do with anything i just think its so fucking funny.

"Killing myself fixed all of my problems. You should give it a try"

7 - these poor suits are absolutely wrecked lmao i wonder if thats one of the reasons Mike never does anything. the texture on the magna defender suit is making me feel like i need to wash my hands

8 - i'm beating my head against a wall over these. how do you even fucking manage. very funny tho hi Gouki hi Shelinda

9 - Are the Torozord, Centaurus and Stratoforce Megazords not sentient??? Like, they are just as self aware as the other galactabeasts right?????? WHY DID ABSOLUTELY NO ONE FUCKING CARE WHEN THEY ALL GOT BLOWN UP??????????? none of them appear in the crossover so I'm making the assumption that they died for good and NO ONE. CARED. is the Zenith Carrierzord ok? does he miss them????? this actually hurt my feelings tbh

10 - this is THE BIGGEST nitpick i have and really it doesnt affect anything and i'm only upset because of how much i love Hyuuga but

Mike suddenly just HAVING THE KNIGHT AXE fucking gutted me. I lost count of the amount of times this team suddenly had a new weapon at their disposal with no explanation and typically this kinda shit doesnt bother me but you CANNOT just give the Defender Torozord this FUCKING AXE. this axe is so important to Hyuuga's character and story arc and Mike just fucking pulls it out of his big cow ass, uses it like twice, and then blows up the Torozord. IN FACT, I DONT THINK HE EVEN USES IT OUTSIDE OF THE MEGAZORD.

ALSO. dont use the close ups of the Defender Torozords head moving around like he's talking if you arent goiNG TO LET HIM ACTUALLY TALK he looks so silly

BONUS - this is from the Lightspeed Rescue crossover but like jesus fucking christ they dont even use the morphers like this why did they use this footage who made this decision i would like to speak to them

#power rangers #lost galaxy #gingaman #long post #genuinly enjoyed LG but oh boy did they make some very strange choices #there is so much pr original footage in this season and really all it does is make the sentai stuff feel SUPER weird #gingaman feels like a ghost in the walls of lost galaxy #credit where its due tho about emulating the way the gingamen move-#they did a good job at sticking to the hands. Leo almost always had his lil claws out. Damon typically held his sword backwards #thats good stuff 🤌🤌🤌

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fk-hd-the-bandit · 5 months

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When i was a kid my friend had an outside dog, covered in parasites and rarely touched. Despite a hate for wirey hair mixed with other textures i made sure to pat him and love him going home covered in welts due to my allergies of fleas. I saw myself in this poor dog. I made this joke of "waddya get when you mix a broken dog and a fleshlight?" And no one thought it was funny. Ive seen myself as the rancid feral ball of fur in the corner who screams at kind touch. I also believe no one is broken. There is no such thing as broken only changed. My knees grow weary in youth and my sneakers unrecognisable as white. There is no such thing as broken but i must take time to heal. I was never a shattered glass but my hands bleed, palms reach for a mop. head leans towards the comfort of absense as i clean up my own blood. I am cut by the knife and manners again and again and questioned why i flinch. Ive grown good at burying the dead amongst me and calling it some past life. Its all over now. I dont have to let anyone touch my body if i dont want to. I wake up again to someone i hold dear invading my body. I have said this to myself more times than i could count. I am kicked and all thats left is a dog eared whimper. I am not broken its pavlovian. You can take the dog outta rocko but you cant take the automatic response of submission outta me. Am i a coward for never hurting back or brave to refuse retaliation. They say hurt people hurt people and i prefer the pain of absence. The grief of losing me seen better than the burden of loving me. dad said to leave before your left. I was never taught how to breath in love with a heart shaped lung and now it just feels like drowning above water.The only swimming stroke i know is doggy paddle. I blow bubbles to find up but all thats there is the streetlight telling me to go home. So i start walkin

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poems-of-a-lover · 1 year

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nick watches spiderman (cont.)

im gonna make another post bc i have a feeling im close to hitting the text limit on my other one but we're still on the first movie!! im gonna try and get thru this movie soon bc i HAVE to get to the second ones before my demons get me

okay where we are rn ben just died and peters in his evil era tryin to find the guy who did it

like hes just goin up to random dudes and beating them up bc he thinks its The Guy when its not

and every time i watch this movie i forget if they find him or if the plot point is abandoned bc peter has bigger problems by then KJGSHLKGJHSKH guess we'll remember together

peter falls thru a roof and these guys just let him go. like they leave him there. to be fair what were they supposed to do but still.

this is where we get the inspo to make a suit!! he sees a wrestling poster and is like "that could be me =D"

agh i wanna look like him so BAD bro i wish that were me

shoutout to him STEALING FROM OSCORP to make his web fluid thats so funny

this handstand moment is apparently judged by a lot of fans as him becoming spiderman but theyre SO wrong that doesnt happen until later in the film in my opinion

like thats just my opinion but other ppl can be wrong ig /lh

also how did he get this police radio. how do any of the spidermans get their radios. did they take them from officers. can u buy them. whats goin on here.

omggggg its captain stacyyyyy he'll be important later

like. incredibly important. GKJHSGKJSHGKJ we'll get to him in a minute.

"spandex.....spandex.......everything.......spandex......" i love peter so much

HE'S MAKIN THE SUITTTTT HES GOT THE SUIT NOW!!!!! THE SUIT OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!

i love this suit sooooo much its so textured and i love the logo its so fun

this car thief scene is rlly the scene of all time i love it

so many good peter lines from this scene

"seriously? u rlly think im a cop? a cop in a skin tight red and blue suit? yknow, u have got the mind of a true scholar, sir" PETER PLEASE BE NORMAL

this head tilt. the peter head tilt. in this context its kinda menacing but hes so me coded bc i also do the head tilt thing KHGSKJDHGKJ

the first time i saw this scene and for a while after i thought he told the cop "i just TOOK 80% of ur job" after he took the gun but he actually says "i just DID 80% of ur job" bc he webbed the criminal and i was so disappointed bc i rlly thought he was making a solid dig at the police force but hes just being petty KJGHSKJGHKSJ

ugh him talking to may here makes me sooooo sad. "u dont have to wait up for me, yknow" "yes i do" SHE LOVES HER NEPHEW PLEASEEEE

shes so worried for her nephew. seeing him hurt just destroys her. this boy is all she has. she lost her husband, her brother, her sister in law, and seeing her nephew come home at god knows what time just beat up and wounded must be so heartwrenching and she cant do anything bc he wont talk to her. i love tasm may shes so interesting.

"aunt may please, please go to sleep." "i cant sleep! dont u understand? i cant sleep! peter, listen to me. secrets have a cost, theyre not for free. not now, not ever." SOOOOO TRUE QUEEN. I SENSE A THEME.

AND THEN HE JUST WALKS OFF. LEAVES HER THERE. AJHGJSKGJAGFSJHF

oh yeah they're pushing curt to start human trials when they cure isnt ready, oscorp is so incredibly corrupt and its done so well in both films

"people die. even norman osborn." AKJGHKJSAGH SOOOOOO TRUE. YES. I HATE NORMAN SO MUCH.

also sorry for just quoting this movie so much it has so many good lines that i could talk about for the rest of my life

oh yeahhhhh this guy wants to start human trials??? at the veterans hospital?????

ugh theyre talking about plot that we dont learn until like the second film so its not important yet but its such a cool thing later on

PETER AND GWENNNNN I LOVE THEM

she really cares about him and it makes me so happy

shes inviting him to dinner!!!! with her family!!!!! its a family hes never met eating a meal hes never heard of but still its with the girl he really likes so hes gonna just deal with it and show up anyway

ugh normans doing things /neg

hes doing human trials. on himself. lets see how this goes HGKJSDHGKJL

oh hi peter. dinner date time.

he brought gwens mother flowers???? KWHGKSJGHSKJHGK theyre a little messed up bc they were in his bag while he was swinging but still!!! he brought flowers for this girls mom hes so sweet

"you must be peter" "dad this is. peter." thank u gwen

oh yeah i failed to mention that the captain of the police department is gwens dad if u didnt catch that from his last name

curt has his arm back!!! the cure worked!!!! hoping and praying that nothing bad happens and he just gets to live a normal life and be happy from now on

he has to go catch the one guy that i forgot the name of (edit its dr ratha) from going to the veteran hospital but the cure is backfiring so hes like. goin thru it. lizard moment.

anyway peter cant cut fish corrcctly

hes never had a fancy meal like this!! hes a little dumb!!!

uh ohhhh theyre talking about spidermannnnn yikes

this is what it feels like to talk politics with relatives

"if i wanted the car thief off the street, he wouldve been off the street" "so why wasnt he then?" PETER. CHILL. UR TRYING TO DATE HIS DAUGHTER PLS BE NICE

"its called strategy, im sure ur aware of the term strategy? maybe u learned about that in school?" MR STACY U ARE ALSO NOT HELPINGGGG

"i think he stands for what u stand for, sir. protecting innocent people from bad guys." banger line right there skajfhksjd

peter still apologized and said that he didnt mean to insult mr stacy but still ksajdfhkjsd cmon peter be nice

BIG PLOT HOLE HERE. peter webs gwen and pulls her closer and she goes "youre spiderman?" before he kisses her. HE HASNT GOTTEN THAT NAME YET. NO ONES CALLING HIM SPIDERMAN YET. WHERE DID SHE GET THAT.

ugh it gets me every time like where did that come frommmm

peter pulling away completely and turning around when her mother catches them is so funny hes trying to be respectful

uh oh crime time

HE JUST JUMPS OFF THE ROOF. BYE.

so yeah curt connors is now a giant lizard monster thing trying to find dr ratha and?? kill him???? okay yeah kill him he just threw his car off the bridge

peter has this moment of either going after lizard or helping save this mans son and he goes to save the kid and i love peter so much

hes also very very good with kids. he convinces this little boy that his mask has special powers to help the kid get out of the car safe and its so sweet

like this kid is terrified and honestly so is peter but hes staying calm and convincing this kid that this mask will make him stronger so he can save him. THIS is the moment i was talking about. this is when peter becomes spiderman.

the moment he gave that kid back to his father alive and safe is when he became a superhero. thats also when he coins the name. but this exact moment is what made him into the actual hero rather than just having the name. he gets home and he stares at his mask bc now he knows he has an immense responsibility to save peoples lives and keep them safe.

i love this movie

oh yeah mr stacy issued an arrest warrant for spiderman after the bridge attack thats so silly of him.

more petergwen lets goooo

"does it scare you? what you can do?" "no." "...youve got to lay low." "no, cant do that." "youve got to. i mean, why?" "because of last night. those people on the bridge. whatever was attacking them wouldve killed them. so i gotta go after it." "thats not your job." "maybe it is." SUCHHHHH A GOOD CONVERSATION. UGH.

OKAY IM GONNA. LEAVE THIS ONE HERE. ive finally got motivation so im gonna keep it going in a reblog like right away but im gonna stop this post here before it gets too long skjhfksjd

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evathekoolestt · 10 months

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somerimes i get so sick of living . who am i to be who i am ? i dont think im real . i think if god is real , im some sort of guinea pig or sick joke that he decided to play on the people around me . i destroy everyone im around . ive done nothing but hurt the people around me . even the good things come with the bad and i hate it . i just want the people i love to feel reassured and not have to read between lines or look deeply within the stuff i say . i dont ever mean any of the mean stuff i say. i feel like theres a bug inside my head that tells me what to do except i listen to everything it says becuaese i dont know how not to. i think in scents and textures and faces and lpoks and colors and shapes and the way things sound or the way they crack when they hit concrete . i dont think befote i speak . im making up this very paragraph as i write it . i want a loving father so bad . i want to be a daddys girl . i want to feel comfort when hr hugs me and i want to feel safe when i hear his voice. i feel a part of me craxk every time i think about him . if i have to feel this way any longer im gonna start cutting myself ahain i finally stopped a motnh ago but my mind is so fuckrd up i camt resist anymore . i never feel satisfied. i never feel complete . i just feel dull . constantly. i want to rip out my ribs and suck the fat from my stomach and shrink my chest and grow my hair and cahnge everything to the point where i am unrecognizable . i hate everytjing so much and i dont rven know why . well not everything . i love laynee . and my grandma . and my mom and my brother and my papa . everyone else can go fuck themselves . i love them all so much . i love grandma and laynee the most . theyre everythung to me . i see laynee as a sortof skeptical person . not in a bad way , however , i think she sees people for what they are , for the most part (... she has this absolutely stupid (now ex) best friend who she still misses alot i think . but she had a sentimental connection to him because theyd been friends for years , so i get it . its hard to let go of people .) i feel like she doesnt 100% fully believe anything , but i hope she fully believes that i love her . i love her with all my heart . id fucking kill for laynee . i want to be with her every day. anwyays sorry i gushed a little bit . i think one day ill actually be happy . years and years from now . i think i do have a chance . but whether i waste that chance or not depends on how i play my cards . i feel as though my life is irrelevant . im a 12 year old , lower middle class , obese , ugly girl in a stupid , forgettable , trumphumping city whos school system has about a quarter of the funding that everett has because taxes go to the fucking churches because a god that we dont know is real or not is more important than people that we know are real's eduacation . i hate thjs city . jesus christ tjis is so many words

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years

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Nightmares (Part 1)

No permissions to repost anywhere online or print or reuse in any fassion. Reblogs are appreciated.

Warnings: nightmare blood gore other people afraid of self harm missunderstandings steve being an idiot and doing too many missions in a row.

It happened all at one

Bed dipped I woke and saw a I woke up darkness. All the lights were off the windowshade was closed....darkness.

"Stevie?"

"Shhhh" i felt an arm sneak around my waist pull me to him. It made me smile his warmness his... his something was off

"Stevie?"

I turned

"shhh"

Darkness. But this time it was from a mask. he put his hand over his lips would be and air my throat caught but I was able to scream and I screamed i shot up in bed.

The same freaking dream. Again.

God I couldnt wait until Steve was back from his mission. Then I heard the door creak open.

Oh god i can't be one of those dreams within a dream can it?

I sat up slowly

"Sweetheart?" He said tentatively. I could hear his bag slowly get place on the floor with a thunk followed by another thunk. "Why are you awake?"

"Oh thank god."

"What?"

"Nightmares. Since you've been gone."

With two steps he was right next to me.

"About?"

"The winter soilder trying to kill me."

"Babe, I know that was scary for you. You never saw me like that before."

Understatement. Bruised and bloody and unconscious with no explination why until he woke up. But he wasn't waking. Well he didn't wake uo for a while rather.

"But you're safe here. I'm fine. Tony makes this place a fortress. We can move in completely if you want. You won't just be here alone when I'm gone. Friday is here."

"Not helping Steve" say what you want. That thing is creepy at times. He knew I thought that.

"I'm sorry babe," he kissed my forehead and rubbed circled on my back.

He looked dirty.

"But I'm back now and I'm here."

He was here.

"Go shower you smell I'm sleepy. " I smirked.

He smiled and kissed my head again and then turned to the bathroom.

I layed down and closed my eyes. Feeling safe Steve is home. And safe.

I closed my eyes. Im not sure for how long but the man has to learn to dry his hair off better as dripping on my neck woke me up.

"Steeeve."

"Hey go back to sleep," he kissed me on his cheek even his kiss was wet. Ugh. And warm. Eww.

"Steve"

I turned and opened by eyes.

There was blood all over him like, like he was in an explosion or something a sword fight a gun fight. I couldn't do anything just pant in horror as I saw the crimson blood drip onto the cream colored sheets. He just sat there leaning up no shirt on.

"What's wrong babe?"

I couldnt see a wound no no wound but blood so much blood.

"Honey" he leaned over to me moving his arm off his body and I saw a gaping hole in his side and I could see in. That's when I screamed. I had woken myself up and in one movement had pulled away from Steve and rollen onto the floor from the middle of a king sized bed. Covered in sweat shaking. I breiefly remember Steve being shook or looking shocked, maybe he reached for me I'd like to hope he did, before I ended up on the floor but then he was right next to me. As I sat there crying.

" What's wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?"

All I could do is just sob.

"Its ok you're ok. I'm here i wont let anyone touch you. You're ok." He had pulled me into a tight hug. One of my hand was on the carpet. It had such a nice texture. Soft but billowy and I dont know....the feeling was nice... That calmed me down more than Steve.

When I calmed down he asked. "Nightmare was bad this time hu?"

"You were covered in, there was a hole," I reached to his side moving my hands over where i recal the injury to be. It was smooth. "There was so much...." my breathing was finally calming down.

I put my head back to lean the side of the bead.

"I can't do this anymore. I really don't think I can do this anymore Steve."

He looked at me heartbroken like I was so low so pathetic so... like he felt bad or maybe I was....

"It's ok. Its ok it's ok im here. I'm right here. It'll be fine. I promise you it will be ok.." but to me it he had broken me, my resolve. My thoughts. This him running off not caring about getting hurt was too much for me but it wasnt just that it was I dont know but he was too much for me.

"I'm right here next to you. Ok. Right here. How about, how about I get you your valium hmm?" He kissed my forehead "what do you say? Could help this."

"I dont know Stevie."

"Let's just give it a try." He kissed my forehead then walked to the bathroom came back with a pill and grabbed my water bottle from my next to me, as it had toppled over as i fell out of bed and I took it. I didn't really want to but whatever.

"Just relax ok, relax. It's ok." He took me in his arms.

I dont know when or how I fell asleep. But I woke up to an empty bed but there was a note.

"Had a meeting for the mission. Ill be back later get rest- Steve"

For the mission? He just came back from a mission. Is that what he meant. The immages from last night were still so fresh in my brain. The other "avengers were so tight It felt weird being around them. The agents saw me as Caps's girlfriend and a reason why they could be given desk duty or otherwise if they loooked at me wrong. Apparently his past girlfriends weren't nice. So It could be lonely here. With no one to talk to. I layed back down in bed. And I realized the sheets had been changed. He must have done it after I fell asleep on the floor. I know he tries but the nightmares are just too much. Last nights was overboard way, way overboard.

I looked at my phone it was 1pm. I dont know how I slept that long.

There was a text from

Sam: text me when you get up. I wanna talk to you. Steve said you've been having nightmares and last night said you dont think you could do this anymore. Im worried.

Sam was always kind. Always had a joke a smile. But I think steve got it all wring.

Me: What no sam that wasnt what I -Steve took it all wrong i have nightmares when hes gone about I meant I dont know if I can do our relationship any longer. I love him a lot. Maybe its not actually love I care i do but. The nightmare last night steve was covered in love

Sam: covered in love?

Me: i mean blood. Sry typo. I meant blood I really did mean to type blood i dont know why i typed love. But he was covered in blood and it terrified me. I mean absolutely terrified me. I told Steve i dont know I can do this anymore. Our relationship not life. Me and Steve...I think we're done.

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betchasnatcher · 1 year

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tell about the fashion of the characters. i mean. what style of clothes does badge, snatcher and cc ( or other ) also what aesthetics would you associate w them. ( for example. cc likes cottagecore vanilla, snatcher emo punk, etc. )

Aaaaaaaaa hi you asked this on may 5 . i waited to be granted a vision to forward to you but brain machine function appears to have been compromised. So you get my true words coming from my actual self this time . content warning for: i am allergic to using -core stuff and have become increasingly more embarrassed of naming unrelated words to create a feeling through associations buildup so this is , not very well put together. you live in my world. also 70% of this is snatcher

i used to be crazy in head over warm cute winter clothing snatcher, like scarves hats (especially those covering ears but not necessarily ushankas) sweaters..... as a way to, deal with the cold vanessa continuously inflicts onto the forest, and him. not to mention hes somewhat overexposed to it through having to directly contain it. i commonly see people associate him with fire warmth summer etc whatever but to be honest i dont find portraying her and vanessa as inherent opposites compelling. i suppose snatcher embracing his inner warmth is a sweet narrative to enact but personally i gravitated more towards accommodation for that cold / hurt and valuing his own comfort. but thats his clothing style

aesthetic wise, i know theyre the "creepy smiling person thing" living in the "scary forest" but i do not, and have never, cared about halloween, so i actually sort of forget its the aesthetic the game assigns them. generally i suppose any creepy thing could suit them, like creepy cute stuff. subconites are very creepy cute . dolls dresses witchy stuff etcccccc i dont actually know . skull with bow . so while i cannot really do justice to the aesthetic in my portrayal , i acknowledge it at last . i am actually a little ashamed in being sincerely unable to view or acknowledge it for so long . whatever. my own personal thoughts are those of his stupid idiot male living space tree. shouldve put a carpet on a wall at least. its so empty . i gueeeeessss its cuuuteeee how its warmly lit and has its own music but um shrugs i dont feel about it . its still funny and pathetic to me . sorry about the amount of hating in this reply idk what to talk about and i feel bad about letting asks sit in my inbox. uuuuhhhhhhhh

cellar cold wet horrible compromised gnawed on brick walls snow snowflake isolated rotting stupid gay . is something i portray a lot. but its honestly kind of painful to reduce my art containing it to a purely aesthetic enjoyment or intent. because as i have developed and changed i think its fair to say it evolved into more of a tool to portray feelings too serious to me to even mislabel, even momentarily. probably less even feelings and more very specific places in my soul that by definition refuse to be contained to aesthetic association of sensation or whatnot. texture temperature color. the way i perceive the thing changes but it remains. "some things dont feel like anything else" or whatever. so i cant really talk in depth about what defines the aesthetic of that part of his life, or the aesthetic of any thing really. i used to be super confused about what people on the internet mean by 'aesthetic of something' and then i briefly grasped it and now its lost again

hat kid. i super like her spaceship i think its very cute . people associate her w space and cartoon star and crescent and clocks (of course) i have not personally considered that but i enjoy the vision :)

i associate mu with seaside stuff, shells and whatnot. comfy loose clothing. shes probably a 'day' kind of person

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tinytveit · 3 years

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every night i go to bed at 10pm, then i get comfy and settle for 3 hours, and then for the next 4 i overthink until i fall asleep at 5am, only to wake up at 12 to do it all again 🙂

#legit im so tired but like my brain be like ‘its happening again’#and i know while thats a possibility. the texture hasnt changed. and the pain is localised to the scar itself. or closely around it #i cant lay my leg flat because it hurts and thats causing cramps from my hips down my right leg but #you can feel the external scar. it goes from thin at the top to wider at the bottom.#but you can also feel the internal scarring? theres bumps that have been there since the nurse last came #im honestly i wish that they were still involved in some way because i have #more questions now than i did when the wound was open #i dont know if any of this is normal. i dont know how open wound scarring works i dont know like #if what is actually causing me pain is the nerves regenerating. it whether its something else #‘keep an eye on it’ is all well and good but i have alot of questions and no one to ask them to #like i get why they discharge you when its healed over but i #i dont want it to be happening again and i need reassurance from someone who knows how scars heal that its not #im scared bc i wasnt in pain and then the top got really sensitive #and i went from being comfy to an extent to being worried and stressed #and i know that doesnt promote healing but i just #really dont know whats going on and i need reassurance that its ok #theres only so many times i can tell myself its something but then #night time comes and im alone with my head and #im so scared because i dont know whats going on #pls dont reblog or like thanks #callie plays irl

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saltysexyskellington666 · 2 years

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Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy! I apologize if there is any misspelling!

You Brighten my World

Sundrop x Child Reader

Warnings: Angst,(Depression, anxiety, cutting, abuse etc,) Fluff+Comfort

Freddy Fazbear’s is a name at this point that was known everywhere. You have heard of it, of course from the tv that you were shocked your parents even let you watch, non the less listen to it. It was a bit strange your life have been so fucked over to the point of suicidal, your parents knew, but hell they didn’t care, and you knew that. It was you y/n l/n who was 10 your little sister who was beyond spoiled, y/n l/n who was 5, your older brother y/n l/n who was 14 who was also spoiled. It ticked you off, it really did but damn you couldn’t say anything

It bugged you so much day and night. Some nights were worse than others but some nights were like living in hell. Mom and dad coming home screaming at how much they hated you, tell you that they didn’t care, and such awful stuff. It hurt you it really did but you couldn’t say anything. Now as for the way you looked you were short, you had a bob cut with bangs that fit your head shape perfectly, you had light pink hair that you had died yourself, and of course mom and dad screamed at you for that beating you telling you, you looked like a whore. and beautiful bright green eyes, you had freckles but many scars on you face. The scars covered your body, you looked like you had been in war if you weren’t lying to yourself. Maybe that’s why they hated you so much, jealousy perhaps? You hadn’t the slightest idea but every moment of your life made you feel sick and awful. Your parents were out with your younger sister and older brother doing something together as a ‘’family’’ if that’s even what you would call it, an odd sick family. Of course you were left home by yourself, about an hour earlier mom and dad were fighting over whether to leave you or not, having ‘’trust’s issues with you. “You can’t be serious!?’’ “I don’t care we are NOT taking that disgusting piece of shit with us!” “Well I DONT WANT HER HERE IN THE HOUSE!’’ Your mom screamed at your dad, you sighed it was always like this with you. Standing near the couch zoning out watching tv you

watch as the commercial came on again. You immediately whipped your head around and couldn’t help but just stand and stare. Freddy Fazbear’s mega Pizzaplex was something that was herd across the country at this point. It was so popular and well heard that you couldn’t go a day without seeing that commercial on the tv. The advertisement was very 80s, something you enjoyed. You had always been intrigued by 70-80s style and music. Sure you enjoyed todays music but the style and color made you feel all giddy inside. But what intrigued you even more wasn’t the style or the colors it was the animatronics. Now from what you have herd from school or just random on people having side conversations, that the texture in the realism was insane. Now you did like robots and making things, you have a secret little compartment in your room that had music boxes, or little moving trinkets you would just make for the hell of it. Of course you parents didn’t know and you personally preferred it that way But there was talk about the realism, and how lifelike they look to actually animals.

You had remember once someone talked about a wolf and a gator saying there tails moved and looked exactly like a wolf and a gator would. I mean It did kind of freak you out just a little, I mean you did make little trinkets and stuff but seeing the lifelike animals on tv just made you feel.. 𝙊𝙙𝙙 but you just couldn’t put a finger on it. You smiled things like that made you feel 𝗬𝗼𝘂 just made you smile. You giggled at yourself small moments like these just did something to you. It sort of felt like- Y/N your peacefulness was interrupted when your mom and dad walked in with your other two siblings. “What do you think your doing!?’’ Your mom said sternly clearly waiting for an answer. Before you could even mustard out and answer your dad stepped forward. “Well?’’ I- I- “ANSWER’’ Both parents said in unison. “I was watching tv.’’ Your mother scoffed at you Disgusted not wanting to be anywhere near you. “Now you listen

you little shit, I’m leaving you here because I CANT STAND to have you ruin everything and be near our precious babies.’’ “So you better behave and Don’t touch anything or ill beat the living hell of you!’’ “GOT IT!?’’ “Y-Yes ma’am’’ you said trying so hard to not scream and rip your hair out’ “Oh and try not to eat the dog food’’ your brother stated, ‘’ We all know how hungry you get sometimes, even though we feed you, you ungrateful whore’’ leaving them to all abrupt with laughter. As they continued laughing walking out the door you herd a slam as the door shut. Then you laughed, you started laughing you were a giggling laughing mess , you had the whole house to yourself, the whole day to just be yourself and do whatever. You didn’t care about the comments your siblings said you just ignored them. Although one thought stayed in your mind.. Your sisters birthday was in 5 days and you knew damn well it was going to crazy. You had overhear mom talking about taking her to that mega Pizzaplex place, but you sighed it was pretty far from were you live about a 4 hour drive just to go to a birthday party place. You sighed you didn’t want to stress yourself until then so for now you just made some popcorn turned on the tv and zoned out enjoying being you.

—5 days later—

Beep* *Beep* *Beep* you sighed as your alarm clock went off today was the day.. today was your sister birthday *sigh* ‘’today’s gonna be great, just great’’ you sighed muttering under your breath. You weren’t really sure your mom and dad would take you, but considering what had happen 5 days earlier with them screaming, You wonder whether they are gonna let you go or have stayed home or not. *knock* *knock* there was a knock at the door, and that’s when your mother came in “Y/N” “Get down stairs now!” Don’t make ME ask you twice!’’ “Got it!?” “Yes ma’am” and with that the door shut just leaving you and your thoughts to yourself. ‘’Deep breath in’’ ‘’deep breath out’’ you thought to yourself as this day was going to be the either hell or some-what decent, taking deep breathes you got dressed and went downstairs. You made your way downstairs as you did you heard cheers and yays as the rest of your family Watched your younger sister open all her presents, she had gotten and iPad Pro, toys, a fake electric car, and other expensive stuff obviously, since she was a spoiled brat. Y/N your dad yelled at you, ‘’Why are you just standing there?!, get over here so your mother can speak with you’’ ‘’Yes sir’ you said quickly making your way downstairs to the rest of your family. Once you were already down your little sister starred at you in disgust but quickly went back to opening her presents ignoring you, showing no interest in you at all. ‘’Now you better

damn well listen 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡, today is your sisters birthday and we are taking her to that mega Pizzaplex place for her birthday party,’’ Y/n little sitter started to squeal it’s excitement, “Thank you mommy!!! thank you daddy!! EEEEK!’’ “IM SO EXCITED!!!!’’ She stated running around giggling and laughing. ‘’The place is about 4 hours away and we don’t trust you enough not to fuck the house up while were gone,’’ You couldn’t help but somewhat start to smile, you already knew where this was going’’ “So me and your dad were talking and we have to decided to take you with us unfortunately, So you BETTER and I mean BETTER not fuck this up for my precious baby!!’ Got it!?’’ ‘’and wipe that disgusting smile OFF your FACE!’’ ‘’And we leave in 20 minutes.’’ Y-yes ma’am, I understand’’ you said, to filled with some what happiness to even get mad. As your younger sister and brother started to talk about how excited they you quickly ran up the stairs to take a shower and look some what presentable. 20 mins has passed and you were all dressed and ready To go. You weren’t wearing anything fancy you had brown

baggy sweatpants, and a oversized yellow long sleeve shirt with a cute mushroom you had sewed into it. You had so many hobbies you loved doing even if you didn’t have as much equipment to do so. As for your other siblings, you younger sister had decided to wear another brand of expensive clothing but she was wearing a big poofy yellow dress with fancy shoes, and a big bow in her hair and a bit of makeup. She looked like a doll and the amount makeup they had put on her was atrocious but you didn’t care as long as it wasn’t you.as for your brother he was wearing a nice polo shirt with fitting dress pants and his hair slicked back. And there was you, you went down stairs feeling somewhat confident in yourself, you had a gum bear backpack on filled with a sketchbook, your phone which was surprising you got anyway, and some other stuff to keep you company in the long hours drive. ‘’Dear god child what are you wearing!’’ Your mother scolded, ‘’She looks like a hobo’’ your brother stated, once again more laughter but you ignored them once again. ‘Stop STANDING THERE, GET IN THE CAR!’’ You quickly scattered down the stairs and out into the car. As the rest of the family got into the car mom and dad sat up front, the other two siblings sat together an Then there was you sitting in the back but you didn’t mind you had all the space to yourself. As the car started the 4 hour trip started and you sitting there zoning out and just being yourself. The trip was long and boring, you sitting in the back listening to your music, occasionally hearing your mom and dad babying your sister and your brother. Hearing your sister squeal and keep

babbling about how excited she was. You looked on you’re phone 12:10pm you had left around 8am and you would be there in about 20 minutes, you started to let yourself be a bit excited as you got closer to actually being there. You kept scrolling on your phone when you saw an advertisement about the mega Pizzaplex this time the advertisement had all the characters you recognized the gator and the wolf, you’ve only seen commercials about them on the tv, but this time you saw a bear and a chicken. ‘’Oh my god wow..’’ you thought seeing the bear and the chicken for the first time. They were so interesting to you.. it was hard to find words because of how real and lifelike they looked. You Really didn’t know how to feel about seeing the advertisement with all the main characters, but you kept a positive attitude since you rarely go out at all. “MOMMY LOOOK!!!’’ Your little sister squealed with such excitement she looked like she was about to explode. ‘’Yes hunny! this birthday is going to be so good for you baby!’’ Your mother cooed back at her. You looked up to see what she was squealing at and as soon as you did your eyes were wider than the planet you were on. “Oh my god..’’ you said breathless, in all your life you had never a seen a building this big before

non the less a freaking restaurant. Your brother was taking pictures probably posting it on his Instagram or Snapchat, while the rest babied your sister telling her how excited they were for her. You continued to look out the window, “This is the parking lot!?” You though to yourself, “It’s so freaking huge!!” The parking lot was filled with cars beyond cars it was just a sea of cars, you were surprised when they were parked at a decent spot it wasn’t all the way back but it was almost near the front, sort of in the middle. After dealing with parking issues, and tickets, and all that jazz they finally had a spot. Everyone got out of the car with adrenaline and excitement from the long 4 hour trip. “Alright” your dad said, “Do you two have everything that you need?” A yes was said from both of them as they smiled happily. “And you” Your mom and dad both said in disgust, your mom pulled you roughly by the sleeve of you shirt and whispered in your ear. “Little girl you better fucking behave or I swear to god it’ll be the last thing you every fucking do!” Your mother scolded harshly at you. “Yes ma’am I understand” Your mom simply scoffed and pushed you back almost into the car as she and your dad went over to the other two siblings and told them to get in for a picture. “Smile for mom and dad! Say cheese!!!” You sighed once again for the millionth time already today, you really don’t know why they treated you like this but you didn’t care right now, you were just stuck on being amazed by the freaking parking lot. you basically looked like shit, but at least you tired, then went to catch up with the rest of your “family” as your tried hard to get close to them and

waited to be even more amazed. The walk to the building wasn’t that bad, but the line to the entrance was horrendous, you swore there was probably over 500 people in that building. Now that was being over dramatic but the place was just absolutely ginormous. After what seemed like forever you had finally made it to the front to go inside, the guy standing there looked directly out of the 1980s, and had a neon shirt colored suspenders, pins all over his shirt, along with a hat with two ears on it that said “𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙁𝙖𝙯𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙖 𝙋𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙖𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙭” “How many?” The guy asked in a cheery tone, “3” your mom said handing the guy the tickets” And with that the doors opened and for the first time in like ever the whole family was speechless the place was just beyond words. Lights, colors, shop after shop, restaurants, robots, the entire place was just magic itself. “THIS IS SO COOOL MOMMY!!’’ “This is fucking rad as hell dad” both siblings said as the looked around amazed. “Yes this why me and your dad picked this for my precious princess baby!” Your mom cooed at your sister. “T-this is pretty neat” you aid trying your best to sound confident, 𝙎𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙆! It had took you a moment to realized what just happened and before you could your mom was yelling at you “Did I tell you, you could speak!?” “Ungrateful child” Your mom yelled with every inch of disgust coming of your lips. “I- I’m s-sorry I just though-“ “Well you though wrong!!” Your dad yelled back

With that they left you there to go explore not wanting anything to do with you. You felt tears rolling down your eyes but quickly stopped. You hated crying it was so weak and you hated it. You quickly ran trying to find a bathroom without casing any attention, as you ran you didn’t care about paying attention to the colorful aspects you just needed to get to a bathroom before you had a full on panic attack. You had finally made it to a bathroom, and thankfully it wasn’t that full. You went to the end stall and shut the door, when you made sure no one else was in there you started crying. “I-I c-can’t breathe” you breathlessly said to yourself trying to calm yourself. You quickly got your pack back and took took your inhaler and took a few puffs trying to calm yourself down. After you took a couple puffs, You slowly got up and looked In a mirror trying to fix yourself once again. Your nose was bleeding but you didn’t care, you could see some of your past scars on your face mixed in with your green eyes and may freckles on your face. Your skin was pretty pale from having a panic attack, but you tried to ignore it. You took a couple more deep breathes and slowly walked out of the bathroom not wanting anyone to notice you. As you walked out you really started to walk back to the main entrance

where you just were. You walked around the many people that were there and just kind of just zoned out. For a bit. It was until then you realized your “family” had left you and went on to fucking spoil that brat. you sighed, “Damn.. where am I’m suppose to go now..” you said muttering to yourself. You walked over to a bench that was right near the entrance and sat down. Once again you took a couple deep breathes and but your headphones in. After about 5 mins you stood up and looked around for a place to go. You had barley been inside for less than 10 mins and the entrance was Just detailed. It wasn’t even the entire building! As your mind wandered you looked in front of you and found stairs and escalators. “I guess ill go this way” you mumbled to your self still listen to your music. As you walked up the stairs you notice something on the floor, “Hm..?” “What’s this..” It was some sort of pass to get into something you read it and it said 𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙨! “Umm that’s odd..? I wonder why this is here” You thought to yourself, “I know these things are really expensive.. y/n got alot of them for her birthday today..” “Whatever” you mumbled to yourself. You looked around wonder where to go from here that’s when you notice a door.. you walked over seeing kids running and

screaming to get to whatever that door led to, and well you followed since you nothing better to do. Your “family” did end up leaving you for no reason. As you walked over you notice a weird bot thing that parents surrounded with what looked like paper..? Wait no! A card! You looked at the and you picked up and walked over. After the crowd had cleared you walked over standing in front of the weird robot man. 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼! 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀! You silently and slowly and handed the robot a pass before entering the door that said 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲! As you went in you walked slowly examining and observing everything you saw. Your stopped when you saw a two posters that had some sort of sun and moon thing on it with candy…? “That’s kinda cool..?” You though to yourself as you continued walking you saw a huge metal door that looked like you were about to engender some sort of mid-evil castle. You took a deep breath. Well here goes nothing you mumbled. You opened it and were absolutely breathless. “Oh my god…” you were overwhelmed saw everything. You took out your earbuds and then immediately put them back in. There were at least 100 kids in here and the screaming of kids overwhelmed you. What caught your eye the most was the tall thing on the poster.

As you slowly walked around you wondered how the hell you were suppose to get in. That’s when you saw A sign above the slide that said 𝙎𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙣! You sighed, you really tired having a good day, but after that incident you completely gave up. So with a bit of hesitation you went in, and slid down the slide. As you reached the bottom you fell into a ball pit you slowly got up pain finally reaching you, as you really wanted to be left alone right now. You don’t know why you decided to slide down there but you install regret it. You could see screaming children, beyond children either playing or doing whatever they wanted. You started to feel uncomfortable you hated being in big crowds so you made your away into the daycare trying to make yourself unnoticeable. It was pretty hard but for some reason you found this small corner with literally no one over there, with the most comfortable pillow set your ever seen and decided to just camp in there till you felt like leaving. You quickly went inside and took a couple deep breathes. You got comfortable and started drawing while blasting some favorite tunes. You don’t know how this even happened, but apparently some random get saw toy get in there, and then he told another kid, and so on and so on. About 20 mins had passed and you had taken your headphones out charge, that’s when you heard jingles coming your way, sort of like sleigh bells..? You started to get nervous as they got closer and closer.. and then.. 𝙒𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙝! One of the blankets to the blanket fort had open up. “Oh my STARS!!, I finally found you!!!!” “Ohohoh, you have certainly been the talk of the daycare new friend!!!”

You we’re absolutely shocked and confused beyond belief, my GOD he was tall as hell and absolutely made your head dizzy looking at him. You knew there were the main ones at that looked absolutely insane, but this guy dear lord, the colors, the design, everything just popped and stood out. “You alright starlight?” Sunny had asked a bit scared he broke you. “Oh dear! Oh me! Oh my! Starlight??” He asked again, you shook your head after completely zoning out for a second. You gathered up all your courage to mustered out some words to him. “I-I I apologize Mr erm.. you felt stupid not knowing his name even though he was a Literal sun. “Oh starshine! You don’t need to apologize for anything!! No way! No how!!” Sun had said sternly but filled witch such a kindhearted tone. “My name is sunny or Sundrop!! But you can call me whatever you would like starshine!!” He laughed. You took a deep clearly still nervous

Sun had picked on this immediately and gesture you to come out slowly. You did so gathering all your supplies crawling out of the pillow fort. You made it out, as now sun could get a full view of your face. “Oh my stars…” sun said breathlessly “You my friend are absolutely gorgeous!!!!” Sun stated in such a way that made your heart almost skip a beat! Your face went beat red as you covered your face and laughed. “T-thank you Mr- Erm sunny.. “You are absolutely welcome starshine! Now would you like to tell me your name..? Hmm?” He said calmly, Im y/n you said much more Confidently then before. “Y/n such such such a wonderful name for you!!” “Ohohoh I love it! Yes I do!!! It fits you all so well!!!” You giggled at the complement as he laughed as well. “What would you like do to Starlight!! We can-“ He stopped immediately when he saw your nose covered in blood. “OH MY STARS IN SUNSHINE WHAT HAPPENED STARLIGHT!?!” “YOUR NOSE IS BLEEDING!!” Sundrop yelled. You immediately started to freak out, “S-sun no no no no!!! It’s fine sun!!” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! YOUR HURT! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!!!” He picked you up over his shoulder and started making siren noises. “You were extremely overwhelmed but somewhat amused, he cared… he really did care for you..?

“HURT CHILD! I REPEAT HURT CHILD!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!” “COMING THROUGH PLEASE!” Lots of children started to scream filled with excitement trying to to reach the tall lanky sun. As you were carried through the daycare you ended up in some kind of room. He set you down immediately looking for bandaids and anything he could help you. You walked to what seemed like curtains and then notice you were overlooking the whole daycare. You looked to be in some kind of castle. You went to go sit back down on a chair in the room. He immediately came back with bandaids, and rubbing alcohol, and Tissues and a fist aid kit. “Okay sunshine just Breath okay?” “O-ok” you said softly still processing what the hell had just happened” He started to get the blood of with water and a tissue. As he was cleaning he notice a huge red spot on your cheek. He stopped what we was doing and took your face in his hands to examine the huge red spot. “Starshine.. what happened to you!? Where did this nose bleed and terrible scar come form!” Sun had said worryingly. “I tripped earlier

and fell on my face”.. the was a lie and you it. “Oh my, Here let me help you okay starlight?” He put a little bit of rubbing alcohol on a tissue and started to rub the red spot. You immediately jolted back “Shit! Ow!!” Sun immediately gasped, “Hey!! Langue young lady!” Sun said sternly. “I’m sorry it hurt” you said, “that’s okay starlight it was an accident I’m not mad in any way! No way! No how!” After about 10 mins you were all patched up. “Here starlight! Pick a bandaid!!” Sun said happily, “Iv got rainbow, candy, zebra print, Ooo! Oooo! This ones my favorite!!” He went on about the different designs and then you just let it happened, tears started to form in your eyes and fall down your face. “So starshine So starshine which One would-“ He immediately stopped and notice you crying. “Oh no nononon!! Starshine!!??! What’s wrong!?” That did it you started sobbin, “Starshine…” sun had said in the softest way you have herd him talk since you got there. He started to slowly rub your check and wipe away your tears.. “shh.. shhh.. starshine breathe starlight breathe with me okay..? “

“O-o-okay” you said trying your best to slow your breathing down. After about 5 minutes sun spoke. “Starlight what’s wrong..? You can tell me.. hm..?” “I-I just hate myself! You said breaking down crying again, This day has been the only day in years that iv been able to just go and be myself a-and just enjoy it.. My family is so bad sun, they abuse make and hit me I can’t so anything right without them making a smart remark to me, I have so many scars and bruises on my body from them, and I just can’t take it anymore, the amount of time iv wanted to just end myself andI-I I feel so worthless sun!!! You sobbed uncontrollably. Sundrop was absolutely silent, everything that she had just said made him feel like angry, for an animatronic that’s suppose to entrained kids and make them feel loved he has never been so enraged with anger in his life “Stralight! He said sternly he took you and and cradle you. “Starlight, sunshine you listen to me right now okay..” sun took a deep breath trying to stay calm as well, not almost on the verge of tears. “You. Are. Not. WORTHLESS!! I am so sorry you had to go through all that, no child should ever have to go thought what you have been through. You sat there still sobbing. “You don’t understand how much you mean to me

y/n.. your so gorgeous and your style is absolutely amazing..” Don’t you EVER and I mean EVER take your life! sun said almost yelling. “If your family treats you like this then they do NOT deserve you, they DO not see you for who YOU are as a person, and I’m so sorry y/n I’m so so so sorry, but I’m here okay…? “You are worth everything in this world everything to me! Everything EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING!!!! You are AMAZING!!!!” “Your not weak and you will never be weak. Sun held you up to look at him directly in the eyes. “What you’ve been through makes you so much more stronger than they ever will be okay..” You choked on a cry when he finished his speech. You just told your whole fucking life story to a fucking robot. Sun held your hands tight as you breathed in and out with him. You stayed like that for a good 10 minutes until finally you broke apart. You stood there letting your mind Settle before speaking. “T-thank you sun.. You don’t understand how badly I needed to hear that.. you really don’t” you said voice cracking again. Sun nodded his head smiling and shushing softly wipeing your tears “Starlight.. I will always. Always always, be here for you, my precious starshine”. You let out a dry chuckle ad he said that.

You started to feel extremely tired and sun picked up on this immediately.. “Stralight I think its time for you to rest okay.. hm..?” “Y-yeah I need that so bad” you said yawing. Sun picked you up and layed you on his pillow fort bed in his room. He tucked you in and hummed softly rubbing your back.. “Thank you sun” you said once again “Your welcome my precious starshine.. I’m here and will protect from now on..” You closed your eyes drifting off to sleep. He chucked softy.. “No one can harm you ever again y/n.. your my starlight and you brighten my world..” He said softly. Goodnight y/n sleep well.

Fin.

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ok hear me out, azriel x reader where reader can hear thoughts or something along those lines and she doesn’t know how to control it so she’s constantly hearing or feeling thoughts/emotions and it’s heats super overwhelming and az helps her through it <3

The headaches hadn't stopped for weeks. Rhys had even called over a medwitch from the continent to help, but there was nothing she could see that was wrong. They were all worried, but their worries just somehow made your head hurt even more. The whispers you could hear from them down the stairs of the townhouse were the worst part. 'Do they need a cleansing?' 'What happened to cause it?' 'Their body is doing this for a reason.' they went on and on and on, never answering each other. Each voice different through the muffling of the walls. You were ready to scream. Pillow over your head wouldnt even block them out. You rocked in bed, hands over your ears. Nothing, no more silence ever. Just the ringing in your head of all the voices. Mor had tried asking her father if he knew anything about such subjects. Anything for help. Azriel swooped into the city streets, nodding at a few shopkeeps as he went. After being gone for the last few weeks, the welcome faces of his home were a sight for sore eyes. He held the bag of various salts and salves gently, just as he had his whole trip back. He landed with precision at the front gate of the town home. The familiar wrought iron fence squeaking slightly when he opened it. You felt his presence before he even opened the front door. The coolness of his essence seeping through the walls. The curling shadows that darkened everything ever so slightly. "Your condition seems to have...developed since I left." He set the tote down on the chair by the door, then closed it softly. The whispering became more intense, a pounding in your head that drowned out almost everything else. "Oh-" He breathed as he walked in. A shocked look then he was grinning. "Leave us." He dismissed Rhys, who gave him a look before obeying. He took off his jacket, leaving him in a dark tunic that made his eyes look brighter. He cocked his head when staring at you, then took a breath. The shadows seemed to summon around him, making him look even more intimidating than normal. They slunk around his ankles like a fog. Then they covered the walls of the room, blocking off the light from the window entirely. The relief in your mind was overwhelming. You choked out a sob, looking at him with wide eyes. The silence, the weight taken from your brain was like breathing for the first time. "H-how?" You panted, getting up from the bed. Sickness did not weigh you down any longer. The pounding ceased completely, alleviating your too warm temples. He came close to you, only too close because of the thin nightgown you wore. Really it was one of Cassian's old shirts that just fitted you like a dress. When you had taken his room due to your apparent illness you had found a few 'interesting' items of his that were left. "It seems your condition has...evolved since I saw you last." He reached a hand out to you, the siphons atop thrumming with a warm dark blue. You took it tentatively, your eyes slid shut -then there he was. His scent, his thoughts, his everything was in your mind. You scrambled away from it mentally, your heart slamming in your chest. He stroked a thumb over your hand. His mental voice was warm, yet rough and commanding. "Slow. Think, but slowly. I'm here, you're okay." The voice said. His darkness seemed to follow him to your mind, coating it in a coolness that was much appreciated. "What do I do? What am I?" You took a breath, trying to center yourself. Your entire being was roaring at you to fight back against the intrusion, but he shushed you into not trying it. "You...are new. You're like me, in a way." He whispered softly, his essence drifting over you comfortingly. Like a soft blanket, cold but still comforting. "How do I get it ito stop?" You sighed, wanting to bury your head in your hands again. He touched you then, slowly at first. Dragging a soft, textured hand up to your wrist, then pulling you in for a hug. His warmth was the opposite of everything else about him, those shadows did nothing against the core of him, his heat. "You dont, you learn how to make it work with you." He said aloud, his presence rolling out of your mind like a thundercloud. He pulled out of the embrace, "You need to make the thoughts blend like street noise- like a crowd. Learn to select what you want to hear. " "You make it sound so easy." You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Azriel may or may not have glanced at how it hitched up the oversized t shirt. Hunger opened up in the pit of his stomach at the filthy thoughts. He knew it was Cassian's shirt, recognized and scented it. It made him want to put his own scent on you in several different, creative ways. He cracked a grin and shrugged slightly, "It'll be like reading a new language. But you need to learn to speak it first." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and lead you to the balcony, the shadows following you in a close bubble the whole way. "All these people have their thoughts, their words and actions. My shadows tell me all about their outfits, their scents, their hair. Unnecessary unless they have a weapon." He gestured to a few fae males outside a townhome a few houses down. One threw their arms up in the air and stormed back inside." I can't keep them from giving me this information, but I do let it go. I dont even listen unless I detect a threat." You let out a long breath, feeling the anxiety of him leaving already. "Please stay." His stomach dropped at the words. You grabbed for his hand. As if the open sky was demanding he take off that second. " I cant-" You kept your voice from trembling. "It's too much. Why me? Why now?" Tears threatened and you looked away. He couldnt bear to see you in such pain. He wanted - he needed to give you relief from it. He squared his shoulders and squeezed your hand back. "Are you afraid to fly?" he asked, flexing his wings. The shadows answered with their own wave. "I'm not the biggest fan-" Before you could give your list of excused you'd rather not fly, he was shooting into the air, the backs of your thighs rubbing over his deliciously warm skin. Your yelp of surprise was left behind you. You held on to his shoulders for dear life. "If you would open your eyes you might not be so scared." He laughed, his siphons glaring a bright shield around you that protected you from the wind. He flew fast, and far. His presence was the only one you felt, like a cool rain on your still reeling mind. He had sent Rhys an advisory thought before he took you, letting him know you needed some 'fun'. "If I open my eyes I'm going to vomit all over you." You said, squeezing your eyes tighter. You felt the laugh through his chest. His thumb circled the back of your knee, giving you goosebumps that had nothing to do with the slight chill running through the shield. The shirt was not nearly enough for an outing, and you doubted he was taking you anywhere with anyone who would mind. The thought sent a thrill through you. Alone. He wanted to be alone with you. As if in approval, his essence drifted happily into your mind, caressing you as his thumb did. He flew lower slowly, enjoying your scent mixed with the cool smell of the lake below. The way the sun at this angle made your hair shine. He landed softly, setting you down only after you'd made him promise you were no longer flying. "We're done...for now." He winked when you opened, marveling at his wind tosseld hair for a second before collecting yourself and brushing your shirt absently. He grinned wider, and the coolness you'd felt since he showed up in the town home receded. You felt...like you. Normal again, weightless in comparison after the weeks of buzzing in your head. And the view beyond his goofy grin was marvelous. A snowcapped mountain towered above, sloping to create the lake. Mixes of different rock lay everywhere. The scattered pines seemed like giants whispering in the breeze. "Listen to the birds, enjoy the silence for a while." He said, then began walking to the bank of the bright blue water. You stood in shock for a while, letting the sound of the wind and nothing else seep into you. You reveled in it, joying in the simplicity of it. Everything seemed so much louder than you remembered. You sat on a boulder and watched him skip rocks, the short splats of them echoing off the mountainside. He skipped one after another, occasionally picking up smaller ones and pocketing them. You let your mind wander, trying to regain the feeling he had shrouded you with in the townhome. The solid wall he had put up around your mind for you. But he had said you needed to learn to let it blend in, to deal with it and not shut it out. It was an asset, not a hinderance. You shuddered at using the gift for much. You didnt care to know peoples ins and outs in normal conversation, let alone without them knowing. You attempted to summon that wall. It was like grasping at water, thick and heavy and impossible. The lingering remnants of control slipped away like sand through your fingers. You buried your face in your hands, letting the tears fall. When he approached, you didn't bother hiding. He had been in your head, he knew what it was like. He said nothing, just wrapped an arm around you and let you cry into his shoulder. Holding you tighter on the bigger sobs that ripped out of you.

#azriel #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar fic #azriel fic

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jonnnysuh · 3 years

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Dating Yugyeom would include

Dating GOT7 would include | SERIES

Just based off my observations/my perception of him. Obviously I have no idea what dating him would be like but thought it would be fun to do. This is more playful than romantic bc what is romance???

Literally never shutting the fuck up

Having meaningless fights about little things and then going back to normal

Having your own language that makes no sense to everyone else

Laughing til your stomachs hurt and trying to recreate what just happened but laughing again

Roasting each other as a sign of affection

Too many nicknames that have weird origin stories that y’all can’t remember

Both needing to get your ways so you’ll pout until one of you budges

He is such a simp tho

Mocking each other after someone says absolutely anything

Dance battles

saying “YOOOOOOOU” like soulja boi

Resting his chin on your head

BOYBOYBOYBOY ((((you kno like when they yell like a siren)))

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING” “IM JUST HAPPY”

Having to make the hard decisions for him

Not being able to complete a task bc you’re both so annoyingly distracting

Something that should take 30 minutes to finish takes 3 hours instead

Both being confused all the time so you discuss how things should be done and then fight over it

he’ll purposely hide things to make it hard for you

Holding things over your head bc he wants to watch you jump

“You’re a bully” “you’re a bully too” “ya but it’s only okay if I do it”

Saying the same shit at the same time and hitting each other in excitement

He’s funnier than you but you won’t admit it

SENDING VOICE NOTES INSTEAD OF TEXTING AND YALL HAVE SHORT ATTENTION SPANS SO SOMETIMES IF YOU DONT REPLY IN A FEW MINS YOU FORGET WHAT YOURE SUPPOSED TO SAY SO YOU START A NEW CONVERSATION

He has a meme folder and has a meme for every occasion

Bro he’ll MAKE memes using pictures of you

If he doesn’t reply within a few seconds it’s bc he’s trying to find the perfect meme or making one

A never ending game of iMessage connect 4

How he’d annoy you:

Rock Paper Scissors to get out of doing something but even if he loses he’ll refuse for a bit and then do it

Acting shocked even though he knew something you didn’t

acting like he’s listening but really he’s doing something else

making you call him oppa or he’s not listening

Laying on his shoulder during long car rides

He makes a big deal about your birthday and will plan everything to a t

He sucks at surprises though bc you he tells you everything

it’s always either by accident like he slips it in

OR you’re like “tell me” “no” “fine” “OKAY I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE WE’RE GOING ON A TRIP TO PARIS”

Gossiping with him and he hates all the people you hate and then will also bring up something he heard about them

he would tour new places with you on facetime and bother everyone in the process

the facetime photos you guys take are so frightening and confusing to look back on bc there’s so much movement and emotion on your faces

buying you dessert/pastries when you’re sad

LITERALLY LAUGHING FESTS BEFORE BED

IT’S ALWAYS STUPID BRO

BUT Y'ALL WILL CRY LAUGHING TOGETHER EVERY SINGLE TIME

Y'ALL JUST SAY THE STUPIDEST SHIT

“YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS” SHOVING THE PHONE IN THEIR FACE AND IT’S THE DUMBEST FUCKING VIDEO IN THE UNIVERSE BUT WHY ARE YOU BOTH DYING

Every single one of the boys know he’s whipped and he’s embarrassed but also you’re his person so who wins now

he’s literally so thoughtful

he knows all your favourite songs and makes a playlist

flowers and flowers and flowers

he’ll drop anything he can to be with you

will remember your childhood stories better than you

can finish your sentences

messages you every time you post a new picture

“hey this thing made me think of you” text

gets you guys matching chain bracelets/rings

finishes the food you can’t

doing tiktok dances but not posting them bc you’re both embarrassing

but he will start the video literally ANYWHERE.

on the plane? in the parking lot? at a restaurant?

His hand is always on you especially when you’re walking through a crowd

having to ask him to slow down bc you have short legs

Tippytoing to kiss him

innocent flirting that turns dirty really quick

he definitely likes being small spoon

he talks in his sleep

he has the most irrational fears in the world

“THAT TEXTURE IS SOOOO UGLY I CAN’T LOOK AT IT PLEASEEE”

doing something cute and HE’S JUST SO EASILY LIKE “I LOVE YOU”

always wants to slow dance with you to any song just so he can hold you and lead

he’ll whisper in your ear just to get you hot like fuck offffffffff

his skincare routine takes soo long to do he’ll be in the washroom for 30 minutes

“You’re such a kid”

“Are you a baby?” “YA YOUR BABY”

One of you will start singing and the other joins in but the boys are like shut the fuck uppppp

I feel like he’d like to play wrestle bc this man chooses violence every single time

he can do a perfect impression of you

both of you will up the cheesiness when u notice that it’s making everyone else cringe just to make them cringe more

be prepared to kill the spiders

also be prepared to watch scary movies with the lights on bc he is spooked!

Always saying “woooow” sarcastically when someone does something unimpressive

he is an attention whore so when you’re ignoring him he will do cartwheels🤸🏻‍♀️ and try to be funny

making him blush is so easy it’s like a superpower he just gets flustered

Making a bad decision and saying “yolo ✌️😗”

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lmaoplsdontlookatme · 3 years

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two in one 🖤 sorry this took so long i rewrote it like four times and i still dont know how i feel about it sksbdjdksj thank u for being my first requests 🖤🖤 inbox is always open

🚫 sfw 🚫 minors

He’s wearing a mask and covered in splattered red and brown and you can’t see his face, but you’re sure he’s shocked.

He’s stopped in the doorway and stood staring at you. You’d usually rush him into the bathroom to take care of his blood soaked clothes but they look dry enough and anyways, there were other matters at hand.

It had taken all you had to keep your outfit hidden from Michael, you had only boughten it earlier that day, but his stillness in surprise had made it all worth it.

You small frame is covered in tight, red leather, all strappy and sexy and you blushed the entire time you were trying to figure out how to put it on. Your tits are pushed up and look fucking great, your nipples hard under the sheer, thin red mesh. Your ass is framed with more straps that make you look fuller than you are, and you’d been wet all day waiting for him to get home.

Michael’s brain finally kicks into action and he slowly closes the door behind him before dropping his key only the floor and stepping towards you. You step back with each step he makes and he hesitates, hand dropping slightly. You shake your head, hands raising to rest against your cheeks.

“It’s the big bad wolf.” You feign fear, chest heaving in a way that makes your tits even more pronounced and Michael raises his hand back up, coming at you in a lurch and you barely have time to turn and run, darting to the stairs. Of course you don’t get far - Michael’s hands are tight on your shoulders as he grabs you roughly, fingers leaving bruises against your naked skin. You’re able - somehow - to wiggle free from his grasp and make your way up the stairs while Michael grunts in confusion, already straining under his coveralls. You’re around the corner and into the bathroom in a second, the door slammed behind you. You fumble with the lock as Michael slams into the door. He doesn’t even bother with the handle and you step back against the wall, hands over your mouth, Michael grunting as he slams himself against the door. It doesn’t take long for the wood to creak and shatter and Michael is halfway through, wood splinters scattered across the floor. You yell and it only eggs him on, breaking down the rest of the door and forcing his hulking form through.

He looms over you, breathing hard, hand shooting out to wrap harshly around your throat, sliding you up the wall while your feet dangle uselessly. You’re so small, especially compared to his massive figure, and you know he likes to take power over you, to take advantage of your clear size difference. You’re choking under him, fingers wrapped around his wrist as he holds you up with one hand, the other slapping roughly at your tits under the lace of the fancy bra you had on. Your chest is instantly red and waves of heat wash down your spine at the loss of air. Michael squeezes you harder and you feel your eyes start to bulge - there’s a moment where you’re actually scared before Michael releases you completely, letting you drop to the floor. You choke and cough at the release, panties uncomfortably wet between your legs, and try to crawl around him and out of the bathroom. Michael easily lifts you without so much as a grunt, slinging you over his shoulder. You kick and hit at him, strength returning to your limbs with oxygen, and he seems like he doesn’t even notice. You’re carried out of the bathroom and back out into the hall before Michael stops, dropping his shoulder to again let you fall to the floor. You land painfully on your back with the wind knocked out of your lungs - you try to catch your breath again as he stops and crouches, hands between his legs as he stares down at you with a tilt to his head.

You can’t see under the mask but you know his eyes are raking over your body, taking in your slutty little outfit. He reaches forward with a hand to run a finger lightly over your chest and cup your left breast. There’s a little squeeze and he reaches over with his opposite hand to squeeze at both your tits. He rolls your nipples under your bra between his thumbs and first fingers and you fight the urge to arch your back up until his touch. He rewards you with onetwothree harsh slaps to your face, with his palm and the back of his hand and then his palm again and you see stars as your head whips against the floor. He moves, positioning himself to straddle over top of you - his massive body encases your much smaller one, his knees at the sides of your hips. Michael uses a hand to wrap around both of your wrists and pin them to the floor above you, his other on your chest. His fingers press into the soft, warm flesh between your boobs, gripping lightly at the mesh material covering you. His a bit more gentle now that you’re under his control and you can feel his thick cock straining beneath his coveralls as he slowly, gently ruts himself against your belly.

You stare up at him and all feign of fright is gone, your eyes dilated and huge with want. He stares back down at you from under his mask and slaps you again suddenly, drawing out a long moan from your lungs. He keeps you like this for what feels like hours, alternating between choking and slapping you while he grinds himself ever so slowly against you.

You’re red and sobbing, your knees wiggling against Michael’s back, and right as you feel you can’t take it anymore, right when you open your mouth to beg him, he stops. He’s panting above you and you’re sobbing below him and he only gives you a moment’s rest before he shifts into a crouch, fingers rough on your shoulders and he’s flipping you onto your stomach, the carpet rough against your face. He moves back, sitting on the backs of your knees with an arm pinning your wrists uncomfortably between your shoulders. His other hand traces down the small of your back until he reaches the high bow on your panties - his fingers curl against it slightly, gently, and he gives a pleased hum above you.

Michael continues on, his hand trailing down to cup your ass. He spanks you a couple of times, not like he did your face, but stops quick enough that you don’t have time to think about bucking back up against him. There’s a moment where Michael hesitates and then he’s back into a crouch and you’re being lifted - you find your toes under you and you’re barely strong enough to stand. Michael gives you a gentle nudge and when you don’t move, he shoves you harshly into the wall, a hand on your back pressing against you hard enough to hurt.

Michael’s opposite hand is between your legs, fingers prodding at the wet warmth of your pussy. You fucking mewl, fingers curling uselessly against the wall as you press against him, desperate for any kind of friction. Your face is throbbing, your eyes puffy and throat hoarse from crying, limbs trembling at Michael’s touch. His fingers are brutal against you, thick digits rough from the outside of your panties and he draws you to your first orgasm like this, pressing you against the wall as you shake against him. He doesn’t give you a break through it and continues while you sob out and wiggle against him, trying to get away, but he’s persistent and your second orgasm rocks you through your core, so close after your first that you’d collapse if it weren’t for Michael’s bug hands holding you up.

He pauses then, letting you come down. You’re panting against the sharp texture of the wall and you give a slight, small hiccup. Michael drops to his knees, palms at your hips and the barely there covering over your asshole is pushed to the side and you let out another long, low moan as Michael’s tongue is warm against you, lapping and pressing into your ass. You shift a hand back behind you expecting to feel Michael’s mask and you’re surprised when your fingers curl into his own long, thick locks, another moan leaking passed your lips at the thought. Michael slides a finger in next to his tongue and spends his time working your asshole open and you’re moaning the whole time, hand in his hair as your belly flutters and you clench around him. It’s not long before you find yourself sucking in three of Michael’s massive fingers greedily, soaking the front of your panties as you work yourself back against him. He pulls back with a sharp bite to both cheeks before he turns, lifting on of your thighs and then the other and shuffling himself back towards the wall. The reaches up to pull your panties fully to the side before his hands are on your ass and he’s pulling you forwards, tongue diving eagerly between your lips and lapping at your clit. He spreads your ass as he eats you out and you pant down at him, clenching desperately around nothing as you grind down against him, riding his face. You lock eyes as you cum again, Michael’s fingers slipping between you and pressing harshly into you. You’re so wet that you feel like you’re drowning - you lift a leg to rest it on Michael’s shoulder as you fuck his tongue and fingers, a hand in his hair while you raised the other to pinch feverishly at your nipples. You cum again like this, Mikey’s nose at your clit as he spreads you open with his tongue and fingers. You’re sobbing again, knees shaking and you’re begging him, whining and panting and moaning and he takes his pity, turning his head to bite at the inside of your thigh while you come down.

You sink against the wall and into his lap, shaking with your fingers curling into his coveralls. His hands are at your hips, holding you in place while he bucked up against you. You notice the feeling of his thick cock free against you and realize that he was jerking himself off as he ate you out - you moan against the side of his neck, lifting yourself on shaking legs and reaching back to guide him in. You sink fully on his thick cock and he feels like he’s in your fucking belly - it had taken a long time for you to get used to his size but now you craved nothing more than the feeling of his blunt head slamming into your cervix. Michael’s breath is warm on your face and you can feel him throbbing inside of you - he lifts your hips before pulling you back down as he bucked his own hips up and he’s even deeper and you choke around him, your arms around his shoulders.

He fucks you like this, slow and hard and deep and you get to the point where you can’t hold yourself up anymore, sobbing against Michael’s neck. He growls and lifts you, slamming you back against the carpet before flipping you again. You only have a moment to get your knees under you before he’s there again, on his knees, pushing himself under you. You’re full again as he sinks back in, the thick, heavy weight of his balls warm against your clit. Your knees instantly get carpet burn as Michael really starts fucking you, hips snapping hard enough into you that you can feel your ass jiggle under the slutty, strappy underwear and Michael grunts above you at the sight. He spanks you now, hard and in time with his brutal pace - you’re sobbing into the carpet, the fabric leaving a nasty burn against your cheek. The sound of his hips slapping into you is loud, but you’re louder and with a few deep thrusts, you’re clenching and dripping around Michael, fingers curling in the carpet as you choke out another orgasm. He fucks you through it and doesn’t let up, chasing his own high. You’d craved him all day and sure enough, the wait was well worth it - you’re sure that you’d have bruises on your ass from him ramming into you. The feel of his thick cock abusing your cervix is enough for you to lose control of your limbs, knees giving out. Michael holds you up through it, leaning back and using an arm to hold himself up as he fucks wildly, brutally into you, his other hand squeezing and kneading at your sensitive skin.

Michael’s pants get louder, his grunts turning into growls from deep in his chest as he chases his high, fucking you rough enough to see stars. He stutters and you’re filled with warmth and you shudder around him, choking and sobbing and wet and red and covered in cum and bruises. Michael’s pace slows until he stops, his softening cock slipping out of you. You moan and clench at nothing, your ruined insides fluttering as you come down. You can feel Michael leaking out of you and he presses his cum back into you, scissoring his fingers in a way that made you cry out. He shifts your panties back over your cunt, satisfied that he’d bred you well.

You lay on the floor shaking, wet, crying and Michael stands over you for a moment before reaching down to grab you. You’re once again slung over his shoulder and you hit at him weakly as he brings you to your shared bedroom. You’re laid neatly on the bed and you stare blankly up, catching your breath. Michael stares down at you from behind you hair, sweat slicked with his soft dick bobbing out of his coveralls. With a weak arm, you point to the plate you’d laid out earlier on his nightstand.

“Little red brought treats.” Your voice is weak and hoarse and Michael tilts his head at you before following your finger. There’s a small, slight curl to his lips as he takes in the treats - a bowl of store bought baked goods.

#michael myers #rob zombie michael myers #halloween 2007 #afab reader #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #requests #my first one!

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