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vminizzle · 1 year

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Sleepover

pairing : college boyfriend!jungkook x f. reader

genre : smut, fluffy tones

warnings : dacryphilia, teasing, making out, light dry humping, marking, use of sex toy, overstimulation, oral (f.receiving) , fingering , multiple orgasms (2) , use of pet names, praising

words count : 1.7k

A/N : i love college boyfriend!jungkook, usually he’s more confident but this time I decided to make him a bit flustered at the beginning because why not? Anyways, it’s finally the week-end!! I hope I did well with this fic,, gonna sneak a link in it lmao. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH enjoy! love y’all - sunny

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“make yourself at home babe.” you said kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he entered the living room with his bag.

Tonight, you invited your boyfriend for a sleepover, watching movies all night and eating tons of snack until you knock out then cuddle to sleep: a ritual you had since you started dating.

Well, a ritual you get to do everytime your dad travels overseas for work. He didn’t really like the idea of you and your boyfriend being alone in your bedroom.

Even if it’s for "homework", he would always ask you to let your bedroom’s door open, and would occasionally come glance at what you both doing.

It’s not that he didn’t like your boyfriend. Not at all, he kinda appreciates "the biker" you’re dating but the thought of his innocent daughter doing forbidden things, such as kissing on the mouth with a boy make him anxious.

That’s why, everytime you both want to have "alone" times together, you would go to his dorm or he would sneak in through your window at night.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower to freshen up.” you said making him nod.

Jungkook followed you to your bedroom, putting his bag on your desk chair.

You were about to close the bathroom’s door when he called you “baby wait wait wait! where can I find your laptop’s charger please? I forgot mine at the dorm.” he sighed.

“you can find it somewhere in my wardrobe.” you chuckled.

“but good luck it’s a mess.” you waved playfully as you closed the bathroom’s door.

Jungkook opened your huge wardrobe, a pair of jean and two big hoodies falling on his head.

“wasn’t kidding when she said it was a mess.” he laughed.

He put the clothes aside as he crouched down to look into the few drawers.

Opening one, he found your underwear. His ears instantly turning a deep red as he picked one of your panties up. He lifted the thin black fabric in front of his face, his cheeks burning as he imagined you wearing it.

Jungkook groaned feeling a bit guilty for invading your privacy like that. But the thought of you wearing it only for him to see made blood rush down there.

He shook his head before putting the panties back in the drawer before closing it.

He opened another one, random stuff filling the furniture such as hair bands, headbands, your hair brush, lip balm, random bracelets and earrings, and again it was a mess.

Jungkook chuckled at how messy you were. He was about to close the drawer, but something caught his eyes midway.

A purple little object stopped his movement.

He bit his bottom lip, hesitating to grab the suspicious object. He thought for a moment, debating on if he was doing something bad. He took a deep breath, curiosity eating him more and more.

“ah fuck it.” he said before grabbing the little bullet.

Jungkook stared at it for awhile, his imagination running wild as he realized what it was.

Since when do you own this?

Were you using it often?

were you using it because he can’t make you feel good? "no impossible." he furrowed his eyebrows at this one thought.

He couldn’t help but question himself.

But you must looked so pretty pleasuring yourself.

Just imagining the scene turned him on.

He was so immersed into his thoughts that he didn’t hear the bathroom door opening.

“babe.” you called out softly noticing him crouched down in front of your wardrobe.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you approached him “did you fi-”

Jungkook turned around looking up at you a bit surprised before following your gaze.

“Oh no! That’s not what you think. Not at all. I mean yes ..but no! It’s just.. I was searching for the charger and I .. argh shit sorry baby I didn’t mean to.. y’know… I just found it accidentally.” he said panicked.

"I’m so so so sorry.” he finally stood up, guilt painted all over his face.

“it’s ok don’t worry” you reassured him, your cheeks burning as if he just found out one of your wildest secrets.

Was it? No?

You looked at his hand still holding the purple object. You stood there for a moment before he talked again “do you use it?” he asked curiously.

You looked up at him surprised by his question.

“no. not gonna lie, I forgot about it there is a long time ago now.” you laughed awkwardly.

“well..” you continued.

“I’ve bought this before we met. Like you know I’ve never dated someone before you .. and .. yea ..so I bought this ..y’know to.. yea” you gulped lowering your head.

Jungkook sighed almost in relief “I thought you bought this because I wasn’t.. good enough..” he admitted.

“Good enough?” You asked confused.

“yea I mean, good enough to satisfy you.. pleasure you..” he trailed out.

“oh no no! you’re perfect! you are more than good.. I mean .. you know” you avoided his eyes, embarrassment washing over you as you cringe at your words.

Your boyfriend smirked “am I ?” he teased.

You nodded looking away, fidgeting with your fingers.

He hummed coming closer to you “don’t be so shy my love.” he stroked your cheeks softly.

“I’m not shy” you whined rolling your eyes playfully.

“when was the last time you used this?” he gestured to the little vibrator.

“years ago? I don’t even really remember” you answered lowly.

“what about we use it again tonight darling?” he smirked pulling you closer to him, your chest flat on his.

You gasped softly his sudden confident startling you. You bit your lip before nodding, the idea of Jungkook using it on you excited you.

He smiled softly as he connected his lips with yours, kissing you softly, his hand on your hip, the other one still holding the little bullet as he made you walk backward to your bed.

You let your body fell back on the mattress as the back of your knees touched the edge of your bed, your boyfriend falling on top of you.

Your hands went to the back of his neck playing with the little black curls as he hummed into the kiss.

He hovered over you, one of his hand travelling down to your thigh lifting it up a bit as he started grinding on you.

“Jungkook” you moaned his name softly making him harden a bit more.

He let go of the vibrator putting it somewhere on the bed as his other hand caressed their way down to the elastic of your pajama short.

“Can I take this off?” You only nodded helping him to get rid of the garment.

Jungkook laid on his stomach between your legs, his plump lips dancing on the soft flesh of your thigh leaving little kisses and decorating the skin with love bites and hickeys.

You whimpered as he nibbled the flesh with his teeth making goosebumps raise on your skin. He smiled before leaving a peck on the abused and sensitive skin.

His lips got higher as they reached the hem of your panties. The bridge of his nose brushed against your lightly-covered clit.

"f-fuck Kook” the little friction making you whine. He put his fingers under the elastic band of your panties waiting for you to give me the green light.

“go on, I’m all yours.” you whispered.

Jungkook smirked at your words “I love it when you say that you’re mine.”

He slid the fabric down your legs slowly, throwing it on the carpeted floor.

He spread your legs again, his head disappearing between them as he kissed your clit softly making you let out a breathy moan.

Jungkook started sucking on your glistening lips, his tongue pushing inside your entrance painfully slow.

He pulled away before inserting two fingers at once making you gasp. He started pumping slowly inside you, feeling your warm walls contracting around his fingers.

“fuck it feels so good.” you breathed out feeling hot already.

Jungkook reached for the bullet vibrator, "cleaning" it quickly with the sheet before turning it on, putting it gently on your bud of nerves.

You threw your head back, the added stimulation making you feel lightheaded.

He lift your shirt a bit, enough for him to leave kisses on your tummy.

“you’re doing so good for me. ” he said before pressing the vibrator a little bit more on your clit.

You nearly screamed as he hit your g-spot with his long fingers.

"d-dont stop oh my god! Jungkook! I’m so c-!”

Jungkook bit his lip at your ruined state, the way you furrowed your eyebrows, your lip trapped between your teeth, a thin layer of sweat covering your forehead.. you looked so pretty. He could cum at the sight.

You threw your head deep in the pillows as you came on his fingers, your loud moans coming out as melody to his ears.

He picked up the pace, your walls tightly convulsing around his fingers. The vibration on your throbbing clit now too much to handle as your hand went to grab his wrist.

“t-too much.” you whined a tear sliding down your cheek.

“C’mon my love, just a bit more hm?” Jungkook said softly.

“i know you can take it.” You gulped as you felt the oh-so-familiar feeling in your lower stomach.

“I’m- fuck I’m gonna-”

A wave of pleasure washed over you as you cummed on his fingers again, legs lightly trembling, hips bucking at the overstimulation.

Tears started spilling onto your cheeks, you cried out his name over and over as you felt your second orgasm coming.

Jungkook watched you in awe as you came for the second time. The tears sliding down your cheeks slowly making him twitch in his pants.

He turned off the vibrator, fingers moving slowly into you to help you ride your high.

“You did so good.. so good for me.” he whispered softly, caressing your thigh to soother you a bit. He leaned down kissing you throbbing clit gently making you hiss.

He got up to grab a warm wet towel in your bathroom to clean you up. He went to your wardrobe searching into your drawer for the red panties he saw earlier.

Jungkook smirked as he gave it to you “put these for me pretty please.”

You grabbed the thin panties chuckling.

After a moment he cleared his voice making you look at him curiously.

”are you gonna help me with this?” he smirked looking down at his boner.

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A/N : a part 2? 🤔 dad came back earlier? 👀 thanks for reading!!

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arctophyllax · 5 months

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I may hate Christmas but some people evidently don’t, so I bring to you:

Gifts the Tiefling Bachelors would give and like to receive on Christmas (+ Love Languages)

Zevlor

Love Language(s): Acts of Service, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation

Giving:

• definitely something practical

• warm clothing, protective armor

• maybe some nice books

• alcohol, if he knows that you like alcohol

• his gifts would be sweet and heartfelt

• he would invite you to join him for the evening, take you out for dinner or let you stay over and cook for you

• he would call you to the warm fireplace after eating and give you a messily wrapped gift and perhaps a kiss on the forehead

• he’s sweet, he’s soft, he tries to always give you nice things, like you deserve

• he knows that there was a time where he couldn’t afford giving you these nice things, but that only makes it all the more important to him to do it now

• he wouldn’t expect anything in return, but if you do give him something he will accept it with the most gentle smile and another sweet kiss

Receiving:

• I feel like he would enjoy getting something that reminds him of you

• you could give him the least expensive, silliest thing and he would still thank you for it, especially when it has something to do with who you are

• a piece of your clothing that has your perfume on it (he is a cuddler who will miss you when you’re gone and you can’t convince me otherwise)

• self-made necklaces and bracelets

• gift him a nice weapon, something he can use to protect you, to protect everyone he loved

• quality time.

• simply spend time with him, he will be so happy

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Dammon

Love Language(s): Gift Giving, Physical Touch, Acts of Service

Giving:

• you know what I’m about do say, do I even have to say it?

• he would gift you something he made, something you can use to protect yourself

• a weapon, armor, enchanted jewellery

• yes, rings

• he’s so sly, he will make you a nice weapon or a ring and carve in a little watermark

• is it to mark his work? Is it to mark you? You might never know

• books, he knows his way around books… he would pick up on your reading habits and gift you just the right thing

• might gift you something… suggestive. If you’re up for that

• again, quality time

• he’s the type to work even on christmas, but you’re the one person who can pull him away from his l work with one mere word

• would be content to spend the entire evening with you in his arms

• would assure you over and over again how much you mean to him

Receiving:

• if you’re an artist, gift him something you drew or painted

• if you’re a writer, you write him a story or a poem

• if you do any other crafts that require a certain degree of creativity, give him something you made

• inviting him for dinner is also on the table

• be extra affectionate and give him a ton of random kisses

• hang up mistletoes

• you won’t regret that one

• as with Zevlor, he would enjoy something that reminds him of you: clothing with your scent (this has innuendos), random things you found on your travels, trinkets and (non-enchanted) jewellery (of personal value, he likes knowing that you trust him with things that are of personal value to you)

• the obvious: materials (especially infernal ones)

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Rolan

Love Language(s): Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Gift Giving

Giving:

• his presence

• magic shows, little lessons of him also teaching you some tricks

• magic, magic, magic, so much magic

• the type for handwritten letters

• careful, those handwritten letters are one of the only times in the year that he lets his sassy act down and is entirely honest — he probably wrote it drunk

• he would praise you in the letter, tell you how beautiful and strong you are, how much he liked you ever since you dared to tell him to stay at the grove

• alcohol, definitely the type to gift you the best alcohol he can find

• a dance (he’s classy like that)

• after act 3, invites you to Ramazith tower and shows you all the secrets and surprises he found (he’s very excited)

• also shows you his favourite books in the tower

Receiving:

• anything enchanted (this includes you)

• a letter in return to his

• food. Feed that man, he deserves it.

• sweet things, pretty Christmas cookies, build a gingerbread house with him (it’ll be chaotic)

• depending on how good you can cook, you can cook him a hearty stew, something with dark broth, soft meat and a little red wine in it to spice up the taste

• hug him

• he acts like he doesn’t enjoy being hugged but he absolutely does.

• and he NEEDS to be hugged

• tell him he’s precious

• take him to the Christmas market & hold his hand the whole time

#bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 zevlor #zevlor #tav x zevlor #zevlor x reader #bg3 dammon #dammon #dammon x reader #dammon x tav #bg3 rolan #rolan #rolan x tav #rolan x reader

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sleepy-yet-intruiged · 11 months

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Thank god my request was not eaten by tumblr, for some reason my messages are being eaten by tumblr for some reason.

Note: my request is jack, ace, deuce and Sebek x reader, headcanons

sorry if I annoyed you with this message

(you didnt annoy me at all! if anything, you should be annoyed at me for taking so long to finish this)

Jack Howl, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade and Sebek Zigvolt relationship headcanons

Jack Howl

GENTLEMAN

he’s a huge romantic

treats you with tons of love and respect <3

he’s a bit of a tsundere so expect him to be embarrassed if you point out how sweet he is

probably takes dating advice from Ruggie

gifts you flowers and chocolates every now and then

sometimes when he’s feeling bold, he’ll smile and compliment your looks

he’s so cute, please reward him with headpats

his tail wags every time he sees you

asks you to go on morning runs with him

Ace Trappola

the kind of person who acts all confident and flirty, but gets extremely awkward during intimate moments

(just like me fr—)

finds typical romantic gestures like chocolates and flowers to be sappy so he expresses his love through other means

like teasing. so much teasing.

drags you on dates when you least expect it. he likes to surprise you!

surprise him back and he’ll feel himself falling in love all over again

not afraid to tell you that he adores you, even if others make fun of him for it

Deuce Spade

oh Man

boyfriend of all time

gets SO embarrassed when he’s with you

not in a bad way!! he just gets flustered very easily

he’s not experienced with this sort of thing but he tries his best

he’s unfortunately very self conscious so he avoids being affectionate with you around others. especially Ace

secretly rambles to his mom about how perfect and amazing you are

gifts you random things that remind him of you

like a bracelet or merchandise of your favorite show/game

Sebek Zigvolt

i’m gonna be fr

he would be in denial about it until you either confess or someone from Diasomnia sets you two up

he is NOT happy about falling in love with a lowly human

but at the same time???? you are so???????

after a while he gets more comfortable with the thought of liking you

loudly praises you the same way he does with Malleus

you should be honored 😤

worships you like the god damn sun but also respects you as an equal

probably tries to teach you how to use a sword

very blunt with his criticism but he means well!!!

keeps Silver away from you out of utter embarrassment

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #jack howl #ace trappola #deuce spade #sebek zigvolt #twst first years #twisted wonderland x reader #diasomnia #savanaclaw #heartslabyul #ace trappola x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #jack howl x reader #deuce spade x reader #request #twst #twisted wonderland headcanons

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imjustwritingsuckers · 9 months

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The Meeting

Daryl's Daughter

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1486

Warnings/Notes: None but what happens in the show

Photo not mine

You sit in the closet's darkness, afraid to move even an inch. You can hear them outside, moving and groaning. You hear the wind as it blows through the house's open windows. Your parents were nowhere to be found. They put you in the closet in a hurry. It scared you when it all started, they jumped up in a rush after watching the TV one day. They grabbed you and a pillow and blanket off the couch and ran straight towards the closet under the stairs. They practically threw you in there with the pillow and blanket. They told you not to make a sound or move an inch till they got back, before shutting the door. You could hear them talking, something about a disease, and leaving for supplies. You sat and listened as their footsteps went all over the house, upstairs and downstairs. Up and down the halls and in all the rooms. Eventually, they came down the stairs with something heavy, you could hear it thudding. After a minute of them talking about things you couldn't hear, they open the door and tell you to come out. You don't remember the conversation much. Something about getting supplies and then coming back. You begged them to take you with them but they just kept saying no. They then gave you your backpack filled with whatever they were running around the house for. The thing is, they left with suitcases and bags and never came back. It's been weeks, and you are still too scared to leave the closet. You’ve gone through what they gave you a million times. 2 shirts, 1 pair of pants, 1 pair of shorts, 5 pairs of underwear, 5 pairs of socks, 2 books, 1 notebook, 2 pens, a pair of scissors, and all of your mom's colorful string. They also gave you a pillow, blanket, your favorite stuffed animal, a sweatshirt, a pair of shoes, and a ton of food and multiple waters in another bag. Your mom had taught you how to make bracelets with the string so for the past couple of weeks you've kept yourself busy coloring, reading, and making bracelets.

You awake from your sleep to hear a loud bang. You shoot up, holding your stuffie close.

“Hello?” you hear a deep voice shout out. You don't say anything or even breathe too loud.

“Anybody home?” the voice calls out again. Your heart feels like it's going to pound out of your chest as you listen to the footsteps run all around your house. They get right outside the door and stop in front. Time seems to slow down as they reach for the handle and turn. The door swings open all of a sudden and you look up to see a man looking down at you with a crossbow pointed straight at your head.

The man suddenly lowers his weapon and kneels down in front of you.

“Hey kid, I’m not going to hurt you.” He hangs his bow over his shoulder and reaches his arm out to you. “My name is Daryl, Daryl Dixon, what's yours?”

“y-y/n y/l/n” you stutter out.

“That's a nice name y/n, do you wanna come with me and we can take care of you.”

“My parents said to wait here.” you tell the man you know as Daryl.

“I hate to break it to you kid, but they aren't returning. If you want to survive you have to come with me.”

“Can I bring my stuff and wait for them with you, I’ll leave a note so they can find me.”

“Sure kid, just try and hurry.” he stands back up and turns to look around the house, we gotta go so pack your shit quick.”

“Hey! My mommy said that a naughty word.”

“Whatever kid, just hurry up and pack.” Daryl turns and points at you before turning back around and walking around your house collecting random things. You quickly pack up your things and write a note to your parents. You leave it in the closet and shut the door.

“I'm ready,” you say as Daryl comes walking down the stairs.

“Alright, let's go.” he glances at you before nodding towards the door and walking towards it. You quietly follow after him. He opens the door and checks around before leaving. You continue to quietly walk after him.

After a while, he stops and kneels in front of you.

“Alright kid, I need to check this last store before we head out. There's gonna be walkers so I need you to wait out here got it? If one comes at you scream for me and run inside the store ok?”

“Ok.” you nod your head before sitting against the wall where he showed you to sit.

“I shouldn't be long,” he says before checking through a store window and going inside.

You wait outside for a little while before you start to get bored. To take up some time you decide to look around. You didn’t plan on going far, just to look at the street. You end up wandering further than you thought and can't seem to find your way back.

“Daryl?” you call out. You hold your stuffie close and turn yourself in circles. All of a sudden you see someone rounding the corner. But it's not someone, it's one of the other things. You still don't know what to call them, you just know that they're bad. You scream for Daryl again but there's still no reply.

“Daryl, help please!” you decide to run so you start running. You don't know where to you just let your legs carry you.

“Daryl, please help!” you trip over a rock while looking pack and the walker is almost on top of you. That's what Daryl called them right? Walkers? You start sliding backwards but you bump into a car.

“No! Daryl Please!” you scream one last time before closing your eyes and covering your face. And just like that it was quiet. The moaning and scraping of the walker's feet was gone. You slowly open your eyes and peek through your arms. There you see Daryl with a knife in his hand.

“C’mon kid, I told you to stay there,” he says, a little louder than he meant. The girl looked frightened already and yelling probably just made it worse.

“Look kid, I’m sorry, but we have to get back, it's going to get dark soon,” he says, kneeling down. “C’mon” he reaches for you and before you know it he’s carrying you down the street. Before you know it you passed out on his shoulder.

Daryl continues to carry you down the streets till he gets to his motorcycle. You wake up when he bounces you a little and stay awake enough to sit up on the seat while he puts his findings into the side bags. When he's done he sits down behind you and makes sure you're sitting right.

“Alright kid hold on.” he starts up the motorcycle and the sound wakes you right up. You hold onto the middle of the handlebars right where he showed you and he takes off. You enjoy the ride down empty streets and through the forest. After a short ride, you arrive at what looks like a camp. You see many people coming out of the tents and the woods to look at you guys coming in. Daryl parks the motorcycle and picks you back up. You get shy with all the people around you and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck. You can feel people looking at and talking amongst each other.

“What are we gonna do with her?” you hear one man say.

“How is she still even alive by herself?” you hear another say.

“We can talk about this in a minute, right now I’m going to get her some food and water and let her sleep in my tent. She's had it rough today.” Daryl only stands there for a second more before walking away. You peek back at everyone and see men and women, and even a couple of children. You quickly look away and turn to face in front of you. Daryl opens a tent and brings you inside.

“Here, eat this.” he sits in front of the cot he set you down on and opens a can.

“It’s fruit, kids like that, right?” you nod and take the can from him and look inside. From what you remember it looks to be pears. You quickly scarf them down and take a couple of sips of water from the water bottle he hands you.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing a swig of water.

“No problem kid, get some rest.” he pats your head before opening the tend and closing it behind him. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep.

#the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon #daryl #dixon #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x daughter

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lizard-shifter-noms · 2 days

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Still Subject to Change Chapter 14 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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Walking back out into the snow wasn't pleasant, the wind kept blowing little ice fragments in my eyes and it was hard to see anything at all, making me stumble over some rocks that were strewn in between the greenery.

This had grown into a proper snowstorm while I was in the cave making finding Rikaad even more urgent.

The worst thing was that i could not use my eyesight to find anything and the snow actually stung my skin making me wish that i had the thick fur coat of the Ardua form right now.

But the bracelet was still jammed and in a storm like this it was impossible to even try to fix it.

So I had to suck it up for now and just continue onwards.

Since the storm only had brought more snow it was absolutely impossible and I hoped that Rikaad hadn't already frozen to death.

I wasn't exactly sure how long a human could last in a storm like this with no shelter, so I did something I hadn't done since my mother died.

I decided to pray, while the God Amesimos had NEVER done me any favors I decided that this wasn't for me, It was to find Rikaad alive.

Chanting over and over in my head, ‘please be alive please be alive’ While I trudged through the icy environment.

At some point I stopped dead in my tracks, I was very sure I had heard a noise coming from behind one of those Rocks that were scattered about.

I Hoped that I had found Rikaad and not some random animal, so I went slowly around the boulder to the side that was more shielded from the wind only to find some footprints leading away from me around the rock.

He was avoiding me by going around the stone and keeping out of my sight, He really was a smart man and while I could just jump over the boulder to grab him I was sure that if I actually tried that I'd have my fingers sliced off for good this time.

So around the rock it was then.

Circling it and following the footsteps only brought me back to my starting point, Rikaad always somehow a few steps ahead.

Well my footsteps were a lot louder than his on the crunchy snow so he did have an advantage, and I was honestly surprised he had not started huddling in the sheltered area for warmth.

But I knew that nobody would ever see him like that, He was a prideful individual.

And a frozen one if I didn't get him soon, so instead of lunging over the boulder I climbed on top of it only to see a Human silhouette dart away from it across the snowy ground.

Jumping down from the boulder with a loud boom I immediately went after him, if i lost sight of him now i probably wouldn't be able to find him again.

Bolting across the ground I tried my best to follow him even if there were a ton of obstacles in the way as Rikaad apparently insisted on taking the most cluttered route he could.

“RIKAAD WAIT! YOU'RE GOING TO FREEZE!”

I received no response but he actually seemed to run a bit faster now and I had to double my efforts to not lose sight of him.

On the plus side, running like this was probably going to warm him up a bit, and he couldn't run forever either so I was bound to catch up at some point.

If i didn't run full force into a tree first.

There were so many things in the way, including rocks, trees and some shrubbery.

The only lucky thing about this was that none of the plants seemed to have thorns but the branches whipping my face were bad enough already.

At some point while running after the surprisingly fast human I breached into a clearing that had a steep hill in the middle.

Maybe now I would finally have some luck.

Rikaad was trying to run up the steep hill but with his shorter legs and the snow slipping out from under him he wasn't making a lot of progress.

I sprinted as close as I dared to Rikaad, trying my best to ignore how the cold winds stung at the various cuts from the tree branches.

I slowed down on the last few meters, I did NOT want to trample the smaller man after I had finally caught up to him.

He still had his back to me but I learned from last time that if I tried to grab him he'd slash at my fingers with his sword.

So instead I tried to get in front of him.

Standing in front of Rikaad I could see that the smaller man still had his sword gripped tightly in his hands.

He did not look good, with pale skin and Blue lips he stood slightly shaking in the snow.

None of that managed to deter his icy Gray gaze though, he was staring at me with a grimm sort of determination raising his sword up a bit higher.

I could literally see ice crystals building on his blade even through the snowstorm that seemed to drone out everything else.

“Rikaad! Come on, let’s go back to camp, the others are waiting, they even managed to get a new fire going!”

I wasn’t sure if he even understood what I said over the roaring of the wind around us but he definitely saw that I did speak as he was looking right at my face.

Unfortunately it looked like he had not heard anything of what i said as he gripped his sword even tighter if that was even possible and charged straight at me, his icy eyes burning with something i couldn’t name.

I jumped backwards a bit trying to keep out of reach of the blade, I was not keen on having my Achilles tendon cut.

I had no doubt that was what he was aiming for, he wasn’t dumb, he’d knew that if he sliced that it would be over for me and by the way he moved that was exactly what he had planned.

“RIKAAD! THE OTHERS ARE OKAY! I SET THEM DOWN IN A CAVE THEY’RE SAFE!”

He continued his onslaught with no regard for how cold it was, he either didn’t hear me or didn’t want to hear me.

In either case he had to stop, he was destroying himself like this.

Looking back into his face I finally recognized the look in his unnerving eyes, Bloodlust.

He would not stop until either he was dead or he had managed to kill me.

I needed a plan, and that fast.

I had longer legs than him so I retreated as far as I could without stumbling over my tail, trying to think of something over the loud wind.

Rikaad was a Guardsman, a trained and battle ready person.

I was a Giant that didn’t want to injure him and I knew if he fell down in this weather he’d be dead.

He was an insanely stubborn man so he would only go down if his heart stopped beating.

I NEEDED to get him somewhere warm as fast as possible or he would die.

Backing up into a tree I reached around and broke off one of its thicker branches, If anything I could use it to keep the sword away from me.

Rikaad had caught up to me while I was breaking the wood and managed to stab the side of my foot, scarcely missing my heel.

“AAUGH”

I yanked it back from him even if my first reflex was to kick whatever the hell hurt me and ended up spraying snow everywhere.

Maybe that was an idea? If i could back up far enough again i could just dump some snow over him, that was bound to stop him for a few seconds right?

Running a bit away from him again I dropped the branch in his way to slow him down, this guy was really mad right now and I wasn’t keen to be on the wrong side of that wrath more than I already was.

Coming to a halt between two old trees I shoveled a fair bit of snow into my hands and waited for Rikaad to catch up.

He was running full speed at me, which was impressively fast and I had to time it right so as not to miss him.

If I missed he would cut my achilles tendon and kill me.

I realized that I had never been more terrified in my life, The Guards in Kamerasca were mostly just loud talking idiots.

This was one very angry and determined person that purely intended to kill me, and I did not doubt a second that he could.

He could and he would if I didn’t stop him.

As he got closer I held the snow ready and dropped it just as he was about to charge me,

the frozen flakes cascading down on top of him, burying him up to his waist in the cold substance and stopping his mad march forward.

I didn’t have much time to restrain him as he was already digging himself out of the snow so I lunged at him.

plucking the sword from his death grip on it which was surprisingly firm and yanked him out of the frozen heap, secured in a fist.

He was wriggling and writhing in my grip trying to get out and even ended up biting me, and it wasn’t just an annoying sting like when Robin had bit me either.

It was like a wolf had sunk its fangs into me and I was sure if he didn’t let go soon he’d take an entire chunk of flesh out of the side of my already hurt pointer finger.

“Rikaad! Dammit calm down! I’m not going to hurt you! Everything is alright! The others are safe! I’m going to get you back to Kamerasca and then you will never have to see me again okay?!”

The grip of his teeth loosened slightly before he let go fully to stare at me.

The Bloodlust I had seen before had partly vanished, but not by much and he moved his blood stained mouth.

He was saying something but over the Roar of the wind I couldn’t hear him.

“What? I can’t hear you, can you say it louder?”

He just stared at me, still holding that icy gaze that reminded me of a corpse’s lifeless stare, it was clear that he would not repeat himself.

And I was not putting him near my ears and asking him to restate again, he’d manage to rip my ear off with his bare hands or something.

Since I couldn’t hear him and he probably couldn’t hear me with the wind it was best to just move on with this.

I really hoped that he wouldn’t somehow manage to kick my teeth out, But with how cold he was and now that the adrenaline had run out a bit I doubted he could do something like that.

Since stalling was now only making him even colder than he already was, I shoved him headfirst into my mouth, being mindful of my fangs, and swallowed as soon as I was able to.

It was like I had stuck a frozen piece of metal in my mouth and I was really surprised that he had managed to not succumb to the cold beforehand.

He was dragging horribly in my throat after the first swallow so I gulped again, sending the angrily writhing form deeper down into the warmth of my guts.

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He tried to writhe again, but his trapped body wouldn’t allow him to.

Some small treacherous part of him was grateful for the warmth rolling over him in waves, as it chased away the chill in his limbs, but he was, as a whole, horrified.

The Giant was eating him!

He was suddenly lurched forwards, horribly squished into Donovan’s throat.

He seemed to drag just the slightest bit and used every opportunity to try and resist the wave-like motion of the muscles that intended to send him to his death.

Flexible flesh shifted to accommodate him, another sickening squeeze and he was deposited into the Giants stomach.

Rikaad could hear the Bastard’s body working rhythmically around him, from the loudly beating heart to the disconcerting gurgles beneath him.

And there was nothing in here aside from himself.

Nothing at all.

No Arthur and no Robin.

No trace that either of his best friends had ever been here.

He scrambled into an upright position trying desperately to find ANYTHING, the Giants digestion couldn’t be this fast could it?

He patted at the ‘walls’ and ‘floor’ hoping to be wrong about this.

He prayed that he would find something, to know his friends were not completely gone, but found absolutely nothing.

Like they had never existed.

Rikaad started panicking, thinking that he had lost his best friends to such an unfathomable fate, one he would share soon.

Hearing Donovan speak he decided to ignore it;

it was probably just mockery anyway.

And he had no desire to converse with the Beast that had betrayed them in the most horrible manner he could ever think of.

Gritting his teeth he squirmed into a sort of sitting position.

Fumbling around to pull his pant leg up he reached for the dagger he had hidden there and pulled it out of its sheath, ready to strike the nearest sickeningly shifting wall.

Plunging the blade into the fleshy and rippling wall in front of him he heard a loud shout of pain that ringed in his ears and everything got suddenly a lot tighter in the fleshy bag he was trapped in.

He heard speaking from above him but once again ignored it, if the Beast wanted to plead it was too late now.

If he was to go out like this he would cause as much pain as possible to his devourer.

Raising his dagger once again he tried to pay no mind to the blood running over his fingers along with whatever else fluids were in here.

He hoped none of the blood was his, but in the darkness he couldn’t really tell.

He struck the fleshy wall again and an even louder shout shook his entire surroundings.

If he wasn’t panicking as much he might have made out a ‘Please stop’ from his captor.

The walls suddenly caved in on him even more and he could not move, The blade still stuck where he had struck the Stomach wall.

Not being able to properly use the knife anymore he instead tried to kick as hard as he could while trying to spread his elbows to gain some room.

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After Rikaad landed in my pouch I immediately went to check in on him.

“Rikaad? Are you okay? Not freezing to death anymore?”

I got no verbal response but I could feel a lot of shifting.

He was probably okay for now and trying to get into an upright position.

After a few seconds of stillness from him I started walking back to where Arthur and Robin were.

I was Lucky and actually knew the way back as The small man in my gut had taken me on quite the wild chase around the snowy forest.

But after only a few steps there was a sudden white hot sensation in my pouch.

The pain i experienced was unlike any other i had ever felt before, It was a sharp stinging pain and i doubled over in a desperate attempt to make it stop

“Rikaad what are you doing? Stop!”

I had taken his sword away so where did he get another blade?

The only reaction I got from telling him to stop was another painful stab, A searing hot piercing sensation that hurt like hell.

“PLEASE STOP! RIKAAD I’M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU SO PLEASE STOP!”

I received no answer but I could tell that he planned to stab me again.

So far I had gotten lucky and he only damaged the front wall where there were no other organs, but if he managed to hit something else like my lungs I would be done for.

So I did the only thing I could think of, inhale as much as possible and lean forward while squishing my hands into my abdomen.

It had worked when Robin freaked out so maybe I could at least stop him from stabbing me again.

I could literally feel the blade he used to slash at my insides as I squished him in place.

He kicked at the front wall in retaliation and it hurt, he had missed the gashes he’d cut a few moments prior but it was still painful.

Stumbling back towards the cave where the others had set up our stuff was proving to be an awful task with an angry person in my pouch.

“Rikaad please stop you’re not going to die everything is okay just please stop stabbing me!”

There was an elbow painfully jabbing at the sides of my pouch and I was glad that it once again missed the bleeding wounds that were made previously.

“Eating me wasn’t enough? Now you want to mock me too?!”

He was still angry and I wondered what else I could say to make him finally believe me.

“Rikaad i promise you’re fine! Nothing is going to happen to you, you’re fine I swear!”

Maybe promising twice in a row would make him believe me? I was Fae after all, at least half anyway.

“FINE?! YOU ATE ME AND YOU’RE TELLING ME I’M FINE?! DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?! LET ME OUT!”

Rikaad hollered, delivering another mean kick to the front wall that almost made me stumble to my knees.

If I fell down now I wouldn’t be able to get up again so I tried to power through it and staggered past the snowy trees towards where Robin and Arthur were waiting.

Trying to walk while being bent over to stop Rikaad from stabbing me again was horrible as his weight actually rested ON the wounds he had caused, resulting in a hot throbbing ache that spread over the entire pouch.

How far was the cave again? With Rikaad kicking every chance he got it was hard to orient myself and find the way back.

Having to hunch over also made it really stupid to see in front of me, I even managed to almost walk into the cliff wall in front of me.

At least all I had to do now was follow the side of it till I found the cave again.

There were even more kicks and jabs from Rikaad and at this point I knew that he would not listen to me no matter what I said so I tried my best to ignore the pain.

It did not work, and at this point I had gotten really nauseous and was struggling not to throw up.

If I threw him up out here in the snow he’d freeze immediately or simply die from temperature shock.

I was also pretty sure that if I did throw him up I would absolutely rupture my insides and bleed to death.

So getting him out was currently not an option, i didn’t know what exactly i would do when i managed to get into the cave but to get to that point i had to find the damn thing first.

Dragging a hand that was sweaty from pain along the jagged side of the cliff I tried to feel for the entrance of the cave.

At this point i wasn’t sure if i was capable of speech anymore, just wheezing in pain and hoping that Rikaad would finally stop his painful onslaught on my guts.

As my hand suddenly grasped nothing on the cliffside I was half leaning on I almost fell over, prompting even more kicking from Rikaad who was still silently continuing his onslaught on my guts.

Or maybe I just couldn’t hear him over the storm AND the rushing in my ears from the pain.

Being as careful as I could I climbed through the narrow part of the cave’s mouth before walking the bend to the larger part.

I was still wheezing and sweating when I rounded the corner and saw both Arthur and Robin sitting next to the fire they had built.

I stumbled forward and their eyes snapped to me as I let out another painful wheeze.

Both of them shot up from their sitting positions as I managed to get a few steps closer before my legs buckled underneath me and I fell onto my knees in front of them.

“DONOVAN! Are you okay? What happened?? Where’s Rikaad?”

Robin was rushing forward to get to me but was held back by concerned looking Arthur who had grabbed his Scruff to prevent him from getting too close.

And that not a moment too soon as I keeled over again this time to lay curled on my side still squishing my pouch to stop Rikaad from getting a hold of the blade again.

A pained groan left me and Robin managed to wrangle out of Arthur’s grasp, running directly for my face and stopping barely a meter in front of my eyes making him appear blurry.

Or maybe it was the pain that blurred everything in front of me, At this point I really couldn’t tell.

“Donovan what happened? How can I help?”

It was admirable that he immediately offered help even if he didn’t know what was going on so I did my best to tell what happened but only a painful wheezing half whisper left me.

“He’s hurting me! Get him to stop!”

At my words Robin immediately darted away from my face towards where my pouch was located and got really close to the sore flesh.

“Rikaad stop! Whatever you are doing is hurting him!”

He actually stopped and I could practically feel his surprise and confusion radiate through me.

He really did believe that they had died, that I had killed them.

Well add that to my already miserable time right now.

“Robin?”

The voice that answered back was clearly Rikaads, he was good at masking his terror that he had no doubt felt just a few seconds prior,

But it was still slightly shaky even if it was barely noticeable.

“Yeah i'm -”

“Rikaad! You idiot! what the fuck are you doing!?”

Robin was shoved to the side by Arthur who went off babbling at Rikaad and asking what the hell he had done to get me to look like death.

I barely registered any of it, white spots were dancing around my vision but at least Rikaad had stopped hitting me.

Now maybe i could relax my bruised pouch a little.

Slowly loosening the muscles holding the confused man in place he slid a bit and accidentally bumped into one of the bleeding cuts making me hiss out in pain.

And Robin looked at me with big brown eyes, eyebrows up in an expression of worry and something else.

It was not pity, it was a look of empathy, not something I had received before.

He slowly went over to where Arthur was talking to Rikaad, even if I still couldn’t make out what they were saying as the rushing sensation in my ears only got louder the more Rikaad moved.

Robin stood in front of the flesh that covered my pouch and slowly held a hand out, ghosting the slightest bit of contact over it before lightly pressing in and Pain bled throughout my entire Chest leaving me mute at the awful feeling.

It hurt like someone had shot an actual metal cannonball through me.

And the white spots in my vision only grew larger and larger until I couldn’t see anything else.

After about a second of an achingly hot pain that made everything else feel like it wasn’t there anymore the white disappeared, leaving only Darkness as my brain decided to not put up with this any longer.

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#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #soft vore #extreme cuddling #g/t story #g/t vore #v0re #sfw vore #Barmea #fear play

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hyperfreaksating · 5 months

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Red may be laughing now at Buggy’s emo phase but once he gets to see her photos of her in her full on neon outfit clad, kandi bracelet stacking, teenage scene kid glory the shoe will be on the other foot /

Related: Do you think the triplets would ever go trough a phase experimenting with alt style outfits themself? Skye already seems to go for an undercut style look when she gets older (which I could speculate on btw but I’m not gonna) , but also Rory feels a little like someone who already leans into the steampunk aesthetic himself, as long as it doesn’t interfere with practicality „Why on earth would I put a random gear on a tophat when I can use it in these new collapsible wielding googles I am working on?“ „Okay but there’s also no need for the wielding goggles to have the gears be that visible…“ „Of course there’s a need for that and the need is STYLE.“ type of deal

Blaze probably just goes trough anything he thinks looks interesting without necessarily joining a scene. One of his later crew mates dresses like a Victorian goth and sometimes he will get bored and be like „I’m bored. Can I try and put on your corset?“ „No because you’re gonna hurt yourself …. So I’M gonna do it. How do you feel about eyeshadow?“ „Tastes awful but looks good on me.“ „Alright then its makeover time.“

Ok but I have to thank you because this message was the kick in the ass I needed to rework the teen triplets charadesign, which I was procrastinating since a while! Propers referencesheets will come later. Let's meet 16 years old Buggy the clown's spawns!

To answer you :

First of all, Red' don't keep any pictures of her past - to Buggy's big despair. So the poor little clown don't have any weapon to fight back! However I can easily imagine that one day the big top will anchor on an island where the crew will randomly meet someone from Reddie's past. Buggy will jump on them and ask them a TON of questions.

As you spotted, Rory has a soft for steampunk aesthetic - big fan of Jules Vernes (yes I HC that a version of Jules Vernes exist in one piece), dreaming about flying machines, obsessed by the idea to go on Skypiea because that's a land you can't reach by the sea. He's also the one of the triplets who cares the most about being ~ classy ~ . A real little dandy! He probably got through some victorian goth phase when he was like 14. When he get the outfit you can see on the ref, everyone in the family and the crew was like "o_o guys is Rory wearing COLORS?!!"

Skye is the one of the triplets who embrace the most the clowncore vibe, probably crafting herself some outfits in her father's old clothes. By the years she finally went ok with her nose, however she still feels the need to compensate with the rest of her outfit, copying her father's crossbones makeup for exemple. She will change her look when she will reach early adulthood (19-20 years old), and yes there is a meaning behind the undercut she got! you can speculate but I won't confirm or deny anything ehe 🤡

When it comes to clothing, Blaze only has two criteria : comfort and color. His hyperactive ass always run, jump, climb anywhere soooo he quickly learned to chose robust clothing that is easy to evolve with. But bright colors! Bright colors always catch his eyes! He's like a magpie! He also kept his beanie hat while growing up, and attempted to wear it with pigtails like his daddy do with his captain hat. He lose one teeth after a bait with Rory, too. Thinking this would make him look more like Buggy, but this dumbass did it the wrong side. His bracelets are very important too, but you'll understand why later! Also, I like your idea of him trying anything (and tasting eyeshadows which. Let's be honest. He did. At 16 years old. And after too.), especially some goth things. I think Blaze is mostly aroace, but if one day he should have a " planotic lovestory" this would be with someone who has a black cat energy, and he probably won't realize he's in a relationship. A gothy teen just appear in his life and it's somehow funny to kiss them, apparently they decided he was their boyfriend now? hey, why not.

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misasimagines · 2 years

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little things the jjk characters would do for their s/o or crush! pt 2

included characters: Gojo, Nanami, Choso pt 1 included Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Maki rating: sfw warnings: none Gojo:

Gift. Giver. He buys you so many things. Not even just expensive things but still expect designer and luxury brands especially if you’ve shown an interest. Even when he’s not having a hundred roses delivered to your place, or a one of a kind necklace that costs more than your rent for the next, uh, year, he’s getting you silly little knickknacks. Like capsule toy machine things or handmade friendship bracelets. He just loves getting you things!

He travels a lot and often can’t take you with him (something that he laments loudly and frequently) so he sends you a ton of pictures and wants to video chat with you so he can “take you along” even when you’re not actually there.

He is allegedly good at everything so he will try to cook for you if he has something abroad that he thinks you would like. This man would go through several recipes (if he can’t just talk his way into the original recipe that is) to perfect it before letting you taste test it.

No shame about his status and resources, he will pull strings in the background to get you that promotion or internship or tickets to a sold out show or limited edition things. He lets you know how he helped you for certain things, but for other things he’ll keep quiet. He doesn’t want you to feel like he’s just going to do Everything for you, but if he thinks your boss is being unfair to you? Yeah, he’s gonna step in and make sure you get a fair chance.

Also he’s just a big cuddly teddy bear and will always be holding on to you in some way. It’s especially comforting if you’re feeling anxious or scared because you know he’s there!

Nanami:

This is low hanging fruit as a Nanami related hc but he cooks for you. If you hate cooking, have a busy schedule, can’t cook, have dietary restrictions, etc, he’s packing you lunches for the week so you eat healthy. He also would be so patient in teaching you to cook things for yourself and especially if you have dietary restrictions, he’s going to learn how to make things for you so you can help teach him! He might not be able to give up gluten as a bread lover, but he will help make gluten free bread-adjacent things for you.

He’s a very good listener. He’ll let you vent for as long as you need and not just try to solve anything unless you ask for it. He’s really holding back, honestly, but he respects that sometimes all you need is to complain.

Also a gift giver but not over the top like Gojo is. He’ll get you a few small things here and there that he thought you’d like or like a bigger thing he knows you’d like and there’s always an occasion attached (of course people celebrate their 8.5 month anniversary smh that’s what this gift is for)

He will carve out time into his schedule for you. Specifically for you. If all he can manage for the week is a lunch date, that is time that is dedicated to seeing you. You are getting that full lunch hour with him. He prefers having more time and prefers it to not be so regimented, but he takes what he can get.

Choso:

He’s very protective of you, not in a “i’m gonna fist fight anyone who looks at you” way but like, he’s smushed up against you at all times. He’s holding your hand. He’s pulling you into a different section of the store because someone’s vibes were off and he doesn’t trust them. He’s not some toxic brute, but he’s very aware of potential threats to you and just can’t turn that off.

He will send you pictures of random things that he thinks you’ll like. Like you’ll get a picture of a flower or a cloud or a dog and there’s no context, no comment. Maybe the cloud was just particularly fluffy or maybe he thought it looked like a sheep and you would think it’s cute. You just do not know.

When he’s away from you, he’s gathering Info on places you might like to see. They might even be super insignificant like looking up at someone’s balcony planters or like there was a deer walking at the edge of the woods here, maybe if we wait we’ll see it again... This cafe sells a drink in your favorite color, this place had a singular pair of socks that would keep you warm-

He also tells you all about his brothers and he doesn’t say it, but he’s very warm inside at the idea of you meeting them one day.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #choso #nanami #gojo #choso fluff #nanami fluff #gojo fluff #gojo jjk #nanami jjk #choso jjk #jjk headcanons #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader

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zillobeastbait · 8 months

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The Meeting

Daryl’s Daughter

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1486

Warnings/Notes: None but what happens in the show

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You awake from your sleep to hear a loud bang. You shoot up, holding your stuffie close.

“Hello?” you hear a deep voice shout out. You don't say anything or even breathe too loud.

The man suddenly lowers his weapon and kneels down in front of you.

“Hey kid, I’m not going to hurt you.” He hangs his bow over his shoulder and reaches his arm out to you. “My name is Daryl, Daryl Dixon, what's yours?”

“y-y/n y/l/n” you stutter out.

“That's a nice name y/n, do you wanna come with me and we can take care of you.”

“My parents said to wait here.” you tell the man you know as Daryl.

“I hate to break it to you kid, but they aren't returning. If you want to survive you have to come with me.”

“Can I bring my stuff and wait for them with you, I’ll leave a note so they can find me.”

“Sure kid, just try and hurry.” he stands back up and turns to look around the house, we gotta go so pack your shit quick.”

“Hey! My mommy said that a naughty word.”

“I'm ready,” you say as Daryl comes walking down the stairs.

After a while, he stops and kneels in front of you.

“Alright kid, I need to check this last store before we head out. There's gonna be walkers so I need you to wait out here got it? If one comes at you scream for me and run inside the store ok?”

“Ok.” you nod your head before sitting against the wall where he showed you to sit.

“I shouldn't be long,” he says before checking through a store window and going inside.

“Daryl, help please!” you decide to run so you start running. You don't know where to you just let your legs carry you.

“C’mon kid, I told you to stay there,” he says, a little louder than he meant. The girl looked frightened already and yelling probably just made it worse.

“What are we gonna do with her?” you hear one man say.

“How is she still even alive by herself?” you hear another say.

“Here, eat this.” he sits in front of the cot he set you down on and opens a can.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing a swig of water.

“No problem kid, get some rest.” he pats your head before opening the tend and closing it behind him. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep.

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 10 months

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~hobby headcanons for some of the states cuz I’m bored~ (I’m gonna tag my mutuals and/or other users that I’ve met when one of their fav characters show up lol)

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Texas: Horseback riding/trickriding, singing

-he enjoys horseback riding and has enjoyed it ever since he was owned by Mexico

-his mom was the person that taught him about trickriding, but he has no idea who the hell taught her

-something he enjoys about trickriding is the fact that whenever he does it, he gives Kentucky a mini-internal panic attack (Texas please stop trying to give your father a heart attack his frail old heart can’t take it-)

-Texas has one of the best singing voices in the statehouse (tying with NY, Gov, and Louisiana)

-there is not a genre that he cannot sing, he sings perfectly in each one. Though his favorite is Tejano and Country.

-one time he and York had a competition to see who could do a better cover of "Meant to Be Yours" from Heathers. Safe to say they both won, Texas’s ended up sound more like the original and York put a little siren-y twist to his.

( @yellowrosefromtexas <3)

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New York: Skateboarding, Parkour, and he’s a tattoo-artist (if running from the cops was a hobby then that’s definitely one of them—)

-he can skateboard really easily and he’s really f*ckin good at it. He does a sh*t ton of fancy tricks and flips and it scares the living hell out of his siblings

-his skateboard has a TON of stickers on it, some are band stickers, others are LGBTQ+ stickers, and the rest are a bunch of random stickers that he liked

-I feel like he definitely does a bunch of parkour-related stuff in the city, like jumping from building to building, climbing walls, jumping fences while the police are chasing him-

-his favorite places to jump around in are parking garages and abandoned buildings that are falling apart cuz he likes taking risks

-York is really really good at drawing, and has given himself and others a bunch of tattoos (only if they consent tho)

-his favorite tattoo he’s ever done was the AC/DC half-sleeve he gave himself back during his punk/goth phase (he’s still sorta going through that, just not as crazy as it used to be-)

( @literallyjustexistinghere since I tagged ya here I ain’t gonna bother tagging you in Masshole’s part lol <3)

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Louisiana: Jewelry making, playing with dangerous animals, and he’s also a bit of a tattoo artist like York cuz why tf not

-Loui has made several intricately designed necklaces, bracelets, ear rings, rings, ect… for his friends and himself

-the others don’t know how he does it so well, but they have decided to just not question it and just accept that he is amazing and precious in his own ways

-this man does not give a f*ck if an animal is fully capable of sending his a$$ to Jerusalem first-day-delivery with no refunds or return trip, he’s gonna pet it and cuddle it and play with it. And it ain’t gonna bite him either.

-he’s the type to have an alligator growl/hiss (whatever sound that is-) at him and he’ll be like-"B*tch watch yo language! Who do you think you are talkin’ too?!"

-he’s a tattoo artist like York and has given himself and others a bunch of tattoos (again, as long as they consent-)

-sometimes he and York will practice doing tattoos on each other (but they ain’t gonna tell anyone cuz NY has a reputation to uphold-) and its because of this that he’s one the only people besides York’s brothers to know that NY is ridiculously ticklish (again, they ain’t gonna tell anyone cuz York has a reputation-)

( @simpyfrog <3)

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Alaska: wood carving, hunting

-he just gives off the wood-carver vibe for some reason

-he probably does it during meetings that he’s forced to come to (and nobody knows or they just don’t care cuz they don’t wanna be there either)

-he also gives off hunter vibes. Like- I feel like he like he would rather enjoy hunting with Montana and Wyoming and possibly Texas

-he probably hunts instead of going to the store half the time tbh and I’m here for it

( @dailymothanon <3)

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Massachusetts: Reading, taking walks, and drawing

-I think at this point we’ve basically decided that Mass is a nerd? Ok then.

-if you ever see him without a book, that probably means that he’s on his way to a library or book store cuz he read all his books already

-he enjoys taking long walks as a calming method for when things get a lil’ too crazy at the statehouse for his liking

-his favorite places to walk are dark creepy forests that definitely have spirits, old shrines, and other freaky-deaky sh*t in them cuz he’s a bloody psychopath that seemingly fears nothing and/or has dealt with spirits for so long that he’ll just tell them to go f*ck themselves.

-York had to get his drawing skills from somebody. Cuz Mass is also REALLY good at drawing and has taught York a few things like the awesome older brother he is :)

-because he is a tech-nerd, I’ve decided that he prefers digital art instead of traditional

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New Jersey: Gardening, insects (he likes looking at them I guess-)

-its really no surprise that gardening is one of his hobbies, I mean- c’mon, he’s the Garden State, it just makes complete sense.

-his garden at home has 50 sections, and each section has a patch of each state’s national flower

-ask him any insect fact I dare you. He will give it to you and he will never run out of facts to give.

-his personal favorite insects are butterflies (cuz they’re so damn pretty 😭💜) and bees cuz they’re cute and they’re his state insect

( @sonofcoul27 cuz I think NJ is your favorite? <3)

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#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt texas #wttt massachusetts #wttt alaska #wttt new jersey

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secretgamergirl · 1 year

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The Entire Plot of Final Fantasy 14, with all the expansions, and some serious analysis of how good it actually is. (Part 3 - Heavensward)

Continuing from last time, our hero, The Warrior of Light, some kid who’s mother dresses him in a really questionable way, and their secretary, are on the lam, fleeing the three countries they just saved from a fascist invasion to... hands down the absolute worst place you could possibly live in this setting. Oh and from here out, we have narrators going over a little bit everytime you reach somewhere new. In this case it’s some noble guy who after this bit writes it all in an in-universe book he calls

Heavensward

Also I should probably explain the joke that when hyping up the whole free trial thing there was a ton of ad copy talking about it with some deeply cumbersome language and it was a big internet running gag to quote the entire thing when mentioning the game or shoving it into stuff like this for some reason.

Also for real if I’m trying to explain these things I really do have to point out that for the entire base game Alphinaud and Alisae are running around dressed in identical outfits that are kind of a lot.

It’s like this weird turtle-necked sleezy sci-fi girl jumpsuit with this shredded up coat over it. Just looks super super weird, but fortunately Tataru’s true purpose is to make new outfits for every character who’s good a bit without a wardrobe update so first thing day one he gets this less ridiculous look.

Which of course still features the thigh high boots and the earring because FF14 is just like that. Your equipment slots are weapon, hat, upper torso, gloves, shorts-or-stockings, thigh-high boots, earring(s), choker, bracelets, ring, other ring, regardless of gender. Just a random side note. Anyway, we pick up where the end credits dumped us in the city of Ishgard which is both absolutely just the worst, and also honestly depicted as just wildly out of scale with everything else in the world. Every other major city is kinda just the commercial district with the residential part of town in a separate area we can instance out for reasonable player housing, maybe a dozen buildings, and then you get to Ishgard and like... we have this pretty impressive city to begin with and then if you look over a ledge you see the part we’re running around on is like the uppermost tier of this 30 or so tier thing?

Most of it isn’t actively inhabited though. I think what they’re going for is that they’ve been at war with the dragons for so long that they’ve just repeatedly had to abandon old battlements to disrepair, and I’m told that prior to the end of 1.0 apocalypse it wasn’t the sort of land of eternal winter thing, and now most of the population is living in the inner-most noble district with the big church. Or more accurately most of the population is living in this ramshackle wooden death trap on the edge of that district exposed to the elements and dying of exposure and starvation. Ishgard sucks.

You’re kind of adopted by one of the nobel houses immediately though. The lord’s son was running the southern outpost you did like 50 sidequests in in the base game and he really put in a hell of a word for you. So that’s your base of operations for most of the expansion, plus the local bar where Tataru just pulls up a seat and does not leave until the expansion’s over. You take a bit to get acquainted with this absolute hellhole, the starving commoners, and the incredibly strict church that calls damn near everything heresy. You can’t bang the dragons. You can’t have long one sided conversations with corpses in alleyways you pretend are talking back. You can’t kill church-protectorate knights by the dozen in the middle of the street. You can’t replace those knights with an army of peasants with rifles. Fortunately you can get out of heresy charges through one of those trial by combat deals, so early on you make one major slip-up, get to beat some jerk up for it, and afterwards they kinda let you do whatever you want. Which is good because banging dragons is the only thing on that list you aren’t going to do if you aren’t trying the three new classes that open up here. And hey, they have nice little storylines that really sell the new setting.

Mechanists are the “I have a gun” class and really lean hard into the classism thing. Astrologers are a healer class from Sharlayan, the island of insufferable nerds, and you’re helping someone out who is off spreading that knowledge to people who didn’t pay the full tuition, how dare you, AND going around healing a bunch of religious creeps who largely think keeping them from not dying makes you a witch.

And then there’s the Dark Knight class which has probably the most interesting writing in the whole game. You find someone named Fray lying in an alley looking hurt with a stupidly big sword, who takes your efforts to see if their OK as a sign of a good character, and starts training you in being a proper Big Sword Edgelord. This involves a lot of honestly baffling cryptic mutterings about embracing your inner darkness and listening to voices and such, and also a lot of killing the hell out of people abusing positions of power.

Meanwhile Fray has really wild mood swings, going from hey, gotta follow your heart big damn hero stuff to thinking about dead old friends to kinda breaking the fourth wall to gripe about how every damn minor NPC with a sidequest is apparently so helpless that a farmer can’t even like go pick his own vegetables if you aren’t volunteering to help. Anyway I kinda already foreshadowed this, but after getting the class up to about level 50, you get confronted about how people keep saying they see you standing around in an alley talking to a corpse, and what the hell is that about?

Around then Fray comes clean and explains that yeah, that person you first went to check on was dead, and this whole time you’ve just been running around with a giant sword talking to yourself. Which is all straightforward enough, except after resolving this, another dark knight walks up and goes “oh, you know Fray too?” But then rather than dive into what they’re going for with that, his quest line is this whole thing about whether he’s just acting as the personal bodyguard for this kid with an abusive religious fanatic of a mother out of genuine concern for her, or because it gives him an excuse to fight more terrible temple knights. And of course the great thing about that quest line is that while it totally sets up some sort of reconciliation sort of thing, by the end her mother is still basically calling her child a witch who deserves to burn, and the daughter just kinda going “OK cool, guess you get to be with your god when you’re dead then” and has him kill her. Atypical, but, you know, real satisfying.

So again, Ishgard is just a terrible place. The surroundings are neat though. Really detailed frozen wastelands and flying islands. You tour around a bit before finally picking back up on that whole “Lady Iceheart’s rebels” story line, tracking her down, learning more about where she’s coming from, and basically working out, eventually, that the best way to deal with the problems in the region is to make peace with what dragons you can, so you end up on a big road trip with just you, Alphinaud, Ysaile, AKA reincarnated Shiva, and for reasons I can’t fathom but won’t object to because it’s amusing, Estinien.

So... if you level up as a dragoon, from level 30 on the main NPC you’re dealing with is this guy Estinien who is, in no particular order, the biggest big shot dragoon in Ishgard, very much an homage to Kain from FF4, and a huge idiot with terrible social skills. It’s honestly quite interesting to have him as this major main storyline NPC as a promotion from a class trainer NPC (which he still does all the way up through the end of the next expansion, when those stop being a thing). Normally those people just kinda stay constrained to their own storylines, but not this guy. Ysaile’s cool too. They don’t even make a big deal out of how she’s a terrorist leader and you’ve kinda been trying to hunt her down. She has actually good motives, and she’s only killing the military of Ishgard who, let’s face it, are awful and deserve it.

So in addition to being good at what he does and bad at obeying the laws of gravity, Estinien’s big claim to fame is that he’s officially in charge of protecting the Eye of Nidhogg, which sounds like some big fantasy gemstone or something but, no. The actual disembodied eye of a big dragon. He just carries it around with him everywhere, and casually whips it out any time it’s relevant to a conversation. Can you see why this is maybe a bad guy to send out on a diplomatic mission with dragons?

So there’s this whole thing we get into where dragons’ cool magical powers are all concentrated in their eyes, and according to a story that gets revised a lot, the whole noble line of Ishgard started with this group of big damn heroes managing to gouge this one out of the head of the one dragon everyone generally agrees is just a huge jerk who’s never going to see reason. He’s also incidentally one of the first generation of dragons born on the planet, along with his brother Hraesvalgr who Ysayle claims to be the reincarnated wife of, and his sister Tiamat, who was the main summoner of Bahamut and is in this real I deserve to suffer, wrap me up in kinky chains and put me on display headspace. Also another sister whose death kinda kicked the whole war thing off, and one more they totally retcon in much later.

Anyway, Hraesvalgr seems cool, so you’re mainly off to see him. First though you have to cut through some absolutely bonkers-huge maps because they decided everyone could handle those now, hardware wise, and meet with some younger dragons. The first group of these has a serious problem where they’re worried that they’re all going to be killed by a bunch of bugs. This really isn’t doing much to make them seem like a huge threat to Ishgard but to be fair the bugs in question all have guns.

They also have this whole hive mind thing, and a god they’ve been summoning, and it’s around here you really just start to feel like a god exterminator. Not a big huge hero about it, just, you know, they call you, you show up in a van, quick in and out thing. These bugs are also first on the whole “beast tribe” list here, because every so often one wanders too far off and loses their link, and they all formed a little village. They’re worried about being reabsorbed into the collective if they come from them and the whole thing kinda has a queer kids with estranged abusive family vibes. I dig it.

Next up you meet moogles in their fabled homeland in the sky. They’re kinda spacey, you end up helping them restore a monument to an era of peace between them humans and dragons in this like permanent storm of floating rocks... and here my memory gets a little fuzzy, but I believe hereabouts is where you finally meet Hraesvelgr, who is in fact cool. Really most dragons are. Visually they’re really varied, but aside from ones who are being jerks and picking fights, they all have this vibe of being just incredibly tired. Exhausted. Can’t lift their head to look at you, but nice. It’s interesting. Anyway Hraesvelgr really bursts Ysayle’s bubble and explains she absolutely isn’t the reincarnation of his dead wife, and the Shiva she turns into is just her own imagined idealized vision which is honestly kind of offensive to him, but hey she seems nice.

It’s also hard not to notice that Hraesvelgr is kind of unfathomably huge, which really makes you wonder how the whole thing with hooking up with a human even worked, and uh... short answer is vore? Like dragons apparently parthenogenetically lay eggs and romance for them is mainly a cuddling thing but he totally ate his wife when she died of old age to absorb her soul which is why he’s so sure this girl doesn’t have it. She’s seriously really broken up about it though because this was kind of her whole thing, and the lyrics and general punk vibe that kick in halfway through her boss fight really suggest to me that she was just a real disaster lesbian before having this personal religious moment.

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And/or kinda suicidal. Oh and the actual start of the big elf/dragon was was some elves finding out that dragons have magic eyes, so they killed the above-mentioned dead sister and ate her eyes to get cool powers. This ticked off Nidhogg in particular and being the extra spiteful sort he decided to wait a bit and then start taking advantage of how the descendants of all these eye-eaters (read, like, the whole population of Ishgard) have enough dragon magic in them that if they drink a little dragon blood they full on turn into dragons. Once people broadly learn this there’s a lot of horrified realizations that all these dragons their proudest warriors they’re putting down used to be elves like them, but personally I’m kinda relieved to learn it’s kind of all hateful idiot infighting and all the proper dragon-born dragons are chilling out where it’s safe.

After this revelation though we’re kind of at an impasse because Nihogg’s hard to reach, so we check back in on things back home. Rauban’s in prison, needs busting out, and this is also when we have the horrible retcon I mentioned where that cool plot momentum-y assassination of the Sultana gets walked the hell back. She’s actually alive and... agreeing to call off that whole democracy thing and be a figurehead since otherwise she’ll just get assassinated for real I guess? I hate this. Also there’s a new Emperor over in the Empire. Apparently they were distracted for a bit with the whole succession thing but now they’re ready to get back to killing you and sending down some massive flying fortress deal. Anyway Cid makes you and Estinien some personal high altitude mini-airships to get to Nidhogg and at least get that whole thing resolved, and since we’re no longer dealing with base game levels of padding, yeah, goes pretty well actually. You handle most of the fighting, Estinien comes in at the end for some “I literally just don’t care about gravity” shenanigans, rips that other eye out, gets totally drenched in blood in the process which turns his armor red from there on out (they’re probably going for some magical infusion thing but I like to think he’s just the sort of gross weirdo who never thinks to wash it off), and yay, mission accomplished. Also now Estinien has TWO giant eyeballs to whip out in polite company!

... Except wait this other eye is yellow. It’s supposed to be red. Time for a bunch of flashbacks. Turns out the big famous heroes of Ishgard back in the day actually nabbed both of Nidhogg’s eyes and he’s been using a loaner from Hraesvelgr. Sweet of him really, too bad he was a jerk. The upshot here though is that the extremely horrible church of Ishgard totally has a spare dragon eye hidden away, always has, and they have evil plans for it. Also they totally made up this thing about the 4 noble houses being direct descendants of big damn heroes. Also those heroes sucked, actually. Basically they’re just the worst and lie about everything and it’s high time they get called out on it. And the pope hangs with Ascians. Specifically Lahabrea even the... technically final boss of the base game who left no impression and I guess was less dead than advertised. Oh and his personal honor guard can go all giant god-like knight.

So when called out on being Just The Worst, the pope tries to kill you, and his secret son Aymeric who’s just a real nice well-meaning guy, but you’re saved by Haurchefant who dies in the process. Oh no! Poor noble sweet Haurchefant! Uh, who the hell was Haurchefant again? For real I totally forgot who this guy even was when I got to this point but oh right, he’s your main Ishgardian contact in the base game who you help with a bunch of stuff and got you into Ishgard in the first place. I’m sorry I just kinda spaced through his quests and then didn’t see him for a while.

Anyway the pope runs off on an airship and the empire’s showing up with their airship and everyone’s after this secret forcefield protected floating continent lifted into the sky forever ago by those wacky Allagans where they keep all their raddest and least responsible stuff. But... to crack it open you need a special key, and it’s on a flying island, and that flying island gets eaten by Bismark, another of these pesky gods,in the form of a giant flying whale, summoned by the nastier members of our next race of cool monster friends, these giant owl people who settle all their dispused with dance contests, bake cookies, and adopt cats with adorable little wings.

Anyway you gotta kill Bismark. Always love me a sky whale. It’s kind of a disappointing fight though. You hook some air tugs up to a flying rock and jump off it onto his back and all, but even the extreme version of the fight is a total cakewalk. And of course after you kill him the pope swings in and steals the key, so, damn it, gotta find another way to pierce that forcefield so you can kill that pope.

Also hey, you know how you used to have like seven or so Scions to help research technobabble like this? What ever happened to them? Oh right, they did dramatic last stands escaping The Incident. They’re all fine though right? Well, no. Y’shtola, the white mage who tried the risky teleport thing is totally missing in particular.Turns out she kinda got uh... stuck halfway and has been disembodied and probably like disintigrating all this time you’ve been chilling with bugs and dragons and dancing with owls and yeah whoops. So you go do some technobabble and track down her long lost sister to help recover her and it mostly goes pretty well, but her eyes are screwy and her clothes don’t come with her. Guess they’re just floating around in the lifestream or whatever.

Side note, you change classes by equipping whatever weapon that class uses, and all equipment has a level requirement plus if not bound to a specific class tends to only be wearable by a broad category of class. So unless you remember this is a thing and switch to all level 1 gear, whenever you first pick a class up, you suddenly aren’t qualified to be wearing any of your other gear and all your clothes just kind of explode off your body. Probably while you’re standing in the middle of a super high traffic area. It’s pretty consistently hilarious, but basically we’ve all been where Y’shtola is here. She actually does kinda switch from being a boring white mage to mostly-a-black mage around here, too.

The eye thing is some good writing by the way. Her old mentor, in a little bit, notices her eyes are pure white now and lectures her on using that risky spell, which is about the comment anyone makes on it, and the writers show remarkable restraint in honestly never explaining this outright, but she’s blind from here out. However she also gains this sort of innate magical aura vision which mostly means she functionally can still see just fine, but, there’s weird stuff with it later. I dig it.

She’s no help on this forcefield front, but does have a lead. Her old mentor knows a lot of esoteric stuff, and she lives in a cave near the ruins of Sharlayan, a big ol’ nerd town that got wiped out in the apocalypse. The twins and their grandfather kinda grew up there too. Presently it’s occupied by a bunch of goblins, some of whom are in a weird cult but most of whom are pretty cool and getting a little endgame town up and running with the help of random drifters. Goblins have a weird naming scheme though where they have kind of a thing they do and the suffix -ix or -ox depending on gender so like... is twich gonna be mad at me for posting this image?

You have to help them deal with some stuff for a bit because you always have to hang out with the locals some when you go somewhere new, but eventually you go meet with Y’shtola’s mentor and it’s freaking Matoya, the old witch from FF1! She’s got a cool cool hat. Also her cave totally plays a remix of the song.

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She’s also got talking brooms with backwards hints, little frog wizard pals, and a cool upsidedown tower in a back room. This whole section’s pretty great. She’s pretty helpful too but she needs a special book from that cool library dungeon from FF5 with the book monsters flipping around pages and such. Anyway you need a big anti-forcefield ram and it needs some super powerful magical power source. Like say that dragon’s eye Estinien has been carrying around forever. So cool, off to Azys Lla already.

Problem is the empire’s headed that way too and they have this cool flying fortress. So... time for a real big splashy areal combat cutscene.

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So I think I said this before but when this game decides it wants to kill a major character off they have a real good batting average for getting a really well done death scene out of it. Often they ruin it later by bringing people back, but, Heavensward’s deaths tend to stick.

Azys Lla has such incredibly good Final Area energy that I’m convinced they didn’t think they were going to have any future expansions and it was time to really just go all in. It also has the freaking Warring Triad from FF6 in it, each with their own boss fight and some real neat gimmicks in those. Also despite Ysayle’s cool death scene, the Empire does get in here too, which isn’t too bad because the guy leading this expedition kinda has a general Leo thing going and despite having this absolute ridiculous monster man helmet he’s pretty willing to team up with you to try and stop the pope. And then he dies too.

There’s some dumb lame Ascian stuff and I still don’t care. Lahabrea and some other jerk kinda get eaten by the pope when he uses that other eye to turn into a big boss fight. Then he screws up though and talks about how he now has power akin to a god, and I swear your character’s face lights up like someone asked you if you want a Scooby Snack. The pope actually sees this and tries to backpedal but nope, you’re a god now, extermination time. He semi-godifies all his bodyguards too so we get this whole Knights of the Round fight.

Once he’s dead Estinian shows up to grab that second Nidhogg eye and says he’s gonna go stash them where nobody can find them. On the way in he was channeling the power of just the one and almost getting possessed for his troubles, but he’s pretty sure he can handle it. He is, however, I can’t stress this enough, a complete idiot and IMMEDIATELY gets possessed by Nidhogg and flies away. What I love is when you head back to the airship you don’t even bother to mention this to anyone else. Just, like, of course that idiot would go and do a dumb thing like that.

Anyway you go back to Ishgard. At this point the whole dragon war is over, the incredibly evil pope and his inner circle are dead, so, peace is restored after like literally thousands of years, the pope’s son is in charge and immediately proposes a new democratic system (albeit with like a house of lords still), and while not disbanding the church their power is getting curbed and they’re generally being asked to chill, and hey now that they’re no longer having to fight all these dragons the really impressive army of Ishgard can get in on this alliance to deal with the empire. They’re also going to rebuild some of the destroyed parts of the city to deal with that slum thing. Or, really, they’re going to let you level the hell out of crafting jobs by doing it for them. Pretty happy ending except the whole bit where Ysayle is freaking dead.

So... I actually don’t like Heavensward. The back end gets pretty good mind you, and it’s a big improvement over the basegame in that all the major characters who show up get developed nicely. Ysayle and Estinein play off each other really well. Alphinaud is basically the main character and has a whole lot of personal growth proposing peace talks and long term plans and not having a giant ego about things. Y’shtola interacting with Matoya fleshes her out a lot as this sort of flippantly self-confident sassy turbo nerd. We get more of that later so like, everyone eventually absolutely loves Y’shtola.

The problem is that Ishgard and most people who live there just suck so incredibly much. There was already a problem in the base game where there really isn’t a good reason to root for the three main city states because we’re leaning too hard on the morally grey stuff, and that is just SO much more pronounced here. You can root for the dragons though, they’re cool. I do however really like a lot of stuff in the gap between Heavensward and the next expansion. In particular let me just tease that the culty jerk goblins are mainly concerned about the most interesting landmark in the ruins of Sharlayan.

We’ll get to that next time in Post-Heavensward. In the meantime, maybe throw me a little money?

Oh and the title of this expansion was pretty good. You’re constantly climbing to higher and higher elevations, trying to improve people’s moral character, dealing with the wardens of a pope, and eventually building out a nice high elevation residential area for people who are dying.

#final fantasy 14 #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #I forgot to mention that one of the grindy quests for the bugs is helping them distribute marijuana just straight up

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inkykeiji · 2 years

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Hi Clari! It’s been so long but how are you? I finally read the fic with raver dabi and reader and it’s SO good. Like it’s euphoric and poetic and sensual😩✨🌸💕

I know the rave is only an aspect to the drug allusions and it was only mentioned like once but I gotta ask. Does reader or dabi like making kandi bracelet or jewelry? I just read about kandi at random and I just find it so interesting and cool! Especially the PLUR handshake! I bet reader would look so cute doing the handshake and exchanging bracelets and necklaces to other ravers unless dabi is the jealous and possessive type and will only allow her to exchange with him. Ooh would he make a bracelet for her?? Perhaps even matching couple ones!? I wonder what kind of style they would like to make. Maybe dabi will make the ones laced with drugs to sneak a high during a rave or scout the ones with a lot of bracelets on their arms with their hands in the air to subtly say they are a dealer. Maybe random or related to the previous statement but is there perhaps raver keigo and tomura there as well��👀👀

Thank you for just being so sweet and wholesome. I hope you’ve been well and you are taking care of yourself❤️❤️❤️

pina-chan!!!!! it’s so lovely to hear from you! (´∀｀)♡ i’m doing okay, thank you for asking!!! i hope you are doing wonderful, my friend <3

oh!! thank you so much!! <333 that fic is extremely self indulgent as well as just indulgent in general; it’s meant to be written in a way that is decadent and full of sensations and imagery, and it’s meant to feel almost overwhelming to read, to mimic the immense and intense love reader feels towards dabi—something that is extremely overpowering and all-consuming and uncontrollable and voracious and addictive. it mirrors his love for addiction + raves with her love for him. then of course there’s the themes of home + happiness it explores as well; altogether it’s a very personal piece for me and i’m super happy to hear that you enjoyed it!!! <33333

YES he does like making kandi!!! most of the kandi he wears are made by or with his baby (reader), because she enjoys it too, and she has a knack for coming up with beautiful and intricate designs <3 he definitely taught her how to make 3D cuffs ehehehe <3

oooh the plur handshake!!! honestly, he’d allow her to do it, but he’d be keeping a very close eye on her, and would most likely make it logistically/physically difficult to complete, because he’d be fucking clinging to her from behind, strong arms wrapped around her hips, chin resting on her shoulder or the crown of her head as he glares at her plur partner. and YESSSS omg yes yes matching couples bracelets are 100% a thing with them <3 they’d both keep all of their special bracelets made by or for each other on one arm, to make sure they don’t get mixed up and accidentally traded <3 he also absolutely wears at least one of the bracelets she made him in his everyday normal life, just as a small, sweet, comforting reminder <3

as i mentioned above, they’d mostly make cuffs + 3d cuffs and singles. maybe a few 2d charms as well, cute lil stars and bears in the colours blue, purple, black and white (dabi’s colours <3) but more for her than for him. OOOOOH HEHEHE oh my GOD the idea of raver kei and raver tomu make me go fucking FERALLLL omg yum <333 i feel like keigo would be such a festival-goer it isn’t even funny like he truly does give off those vibes!! he’d enjoy every aspect of the festival life and he’d totally camp on the grounds and everything <3 just the whole experience <3 i feel like tomura would go as more of an escape, especially since i headcanon him to love edm and edm subgenres hehe <33

aw bb!!! you’re so so lovely!!! thank you so much for your well wishes my friend, i am sending you tons of love and happiness <333

#yeah that fic is very meaningful to me hehehe #its just like #its me lmao #i am that reader #it's incredibly self-indulgent and it was just a comfort piece for myself really #and a way for me to try and express the OBSESSIVE LOVE i feel for this ficitional character haha #i hope ur doing great bb!!!!!#enjoy ur weekend and stay safe + hydrated <3 #clari gets mail

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delulu--lulu · 1 year

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The class 500 students step through an arc of red carnations and strange pink-colored marigolds to a blur of jewel-toned silk outfits and sparkly fairy lights strung in zigzags that look like someone took their time putting them up.

The hall feels pretty cinematic to Azusa, yet the thought of the awkward tension going on between the Yuni siblings and Ka’eyna makes her turn back and look longingly at the exit. But there’s no escape now.

The tinkling of her silver-belled jewels signals the not-to-be-missed approach of Xiomara. Her smile is big and her eyes are bright. “Kíimak ‘oolal, 500 kids.” She wears a colorful patterned traje, a nice top to match it, and jewel necklaces and bracelets that glitter and decorate her skin. On top of her head is a giant feather peacock-like headdress with tons of glittery jewels.

“I was so excited about this celebration I almost forgot about you guys even though you gave this idea to me.” Xiomara spies their faces. “Sorry.” She mumbles softly, still smiling. Then she walks away leading the rest of the kids with her. “Anyways, you may sit wherever you like. These parties tend to go on from 9 to 2 in the morning or even longer.”

She continues to tell them that the whole time will be music playing and dancing and not to be surprised if they go back to their tent and random little kids are sleeping in there.

Haru goes to sit next to Sachiko who scowls at him. “So are you going to the after-party?”

Sachiko lifts her chin off her hands for a quick second and glances at him with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. “After-party?”

“It’s in a private area of the beach.” He says. “One of Aapo’s friends put it together. So the younger people can get down on it away from the prying eyes of the adults. It’s a surprise for his girl, Natanya.”

“Not as if she didn’t have other plans for this party tonight.” The words spill out of Sachiko’s mouth before she can stop them and she turns bright red.

Haru laughs. “I’m sure they’ll only put in a brief appearance. I can pretty much tell you there’s only one thing on Aapo’s mind and that’s not cutting that cake. I’m mean, you see the way he looks at her.”

Sachiko’s eyes quickly scan the crowd of people to spot Aapo sitting at a table next to a beautiful girl with short curly hair. Sachiko guesses it’s Natanya. Aapo’s eyes flicker up and down Natanya’s body while she’s talking and he doesn’t seem to be listening. His tail sways back and forth softly.

Sachiko turns back to Haru with wide eyes. “Well.” She starts. “He did say something about wanting to marry her so I wouldn’t be surprised.” But her gaze is taken away to the start of the drums opening a song. And for a split second, she thinks she sees a musical note.

Sachiko rubs her eyes, they must be playing tricks on her.

But they aren’t. As more musical instruments join in she sees more musical notes as they all come together in different colors.

Drums, blue, string instruments, orange, guitar, purple, brass, red, and so forth. Sachiko can’t believe her eyes. She runs right to a dancing Xiomara and grabs her shoulders, startling her. “Can you see it?” She demands.

Xiomara frowns. “What? Can I see what?”

“The notes.”

“Oh.” Xiomara smiles. “You really are one of us.” That’s all she says and doesn’t seem to give Sachiko any more answers. She grabs her arms. “Come. Dance with me.” Sachiko follows the water princesses’ movements of hip shaking and leg motion but fails to keep up.

Xiomara notices this and winces. “Um, maybe just try to feel the music and dance to whatever your body feels with the music.” Then she sambas away.

Jai spies his sister looking lost in her musical rhythm in the corner of the dance floor. He chuckles at her idiotic ness but then feels a twinge of guilt. He stares at her, his eyes squinting a little closer to see the four-fingered handprint right on her chest, peeking out of her shirt collar.

“What are you looking at?” Vasilisa, who’s sitting next to him, asks with a slight frown. It’s been almost a week since Jai snapped at Sachiko and they both won’t speak or even share a glance at each other. This is the first time Jai’s looked at her.

“Her mating mark,” Jai grumbles. “She really did do it.” He sinks into his seat with a deep frown, picking bits and pieces of his bread.

“Why do you care?” Vasilisa makes a face at him. “Ka’eyna isn’t your promised one anymore. She’s free to get with anyone she wants. And Sachiko isn’t a little girl anymore, you don’t own her. You never had and you never will.” Jai stares up at his sister with squinting eyes and his frown is lighter than before.

She’s right. Even though he’ll never admit it, Jai still wishes Sachiko was this baby that he’d take care of and protect but she isn’t. Sadly for him, not long after Jai’s upcoming adulthood is hers.

“Sorry.” Jai mumbles.

Vasilisa raises her eyebrows. “Don’t apologize to me. Who do you think you should be apologizing to?” Her gaze leads Jai over to their unrhythmic sister on the dance floor. He sighs, standing up. “Now go distract her. Mama would be ashamed if she saw her dancing like this.”

Jai slowly makes his way past the dancing water people with a few grim smiles in an apology for bumping into people. Sachiko spots him from a mile away and turns the other beginning to dance with a bit more rhythm.

Jai dances beside her to make it look more natural and inconspicuous than standing and talking to her in the middle of the dance floor. “Can we talk?”

“No.” Sachiko fakes a smile and Jai does the same.

“Why not?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t think you wanted to talk to the person that brought shame to this family.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

“What I said was a mistake.”

“No. What you mean is 17 years ago Mama gave birth to a mistake.”

Now that one hurts him. His eyebrows crease in a slight frown and his lips tighten with a downing look. Sachiko notices this.

“Sorry.” She says and stops dancing. “I was mad.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for how I treated you. That day was a bit much for me already and finding out that you and Ka’eyna… you know, unleashed the storm.” Jai explains and Sachiko nods in an understatement. “I just have one thing to say.”

“What?”

“Vasilisa doesn’t have a reason to call you ‘virgin’ anymore.”

Jai turns back to face his sister and what he doesn’t realize is her fist of Sachiko coming barreling towards him and ultimately knocking him out.

#original story #original character #culture #im going insane #this is one of my favorites #Spotify

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SaL anon here friend (loving the wizard wear, particularly the dragon ring 🐉❤) with our song for this week's heart-wrenching episode, Intermission. This isn't the most hopeful of SaL songs, but I think it's appropriate given the struggles of Hen and Buck, both trying to find an equilibrium between versions of themselves. For Hen it's very explicit, we literally end on her having to choose "side a or side b", while the ease Buck was seeking all episode gets upended with Lev's final thoughts.

Sorry this took me an extra day to get to, we were out of town and got back late though it was worth the drive for a delicious meal and lots of tea and an excuse to dress up! I didn’t get the bracelets in the picture, and the ring is actually a willow tree but I might have a dragon ring somewhere. I used to get a fandom jewelry box once a month for a year or two so I have a ton of random and fun fandom pieces that come in handy when I want to match whatever theme the tea room is doing that month! Then, Friday was a draining work day and I wanted to come into this one fresh because this song is one of my favorites so I figure a cozy Saturday morning over tea is just right! (I got their Darcy and Elizabeth tea during their Jane Austen tea last month and it is delightful!)

So we have talked about this song once before that I could find, and it was also about 911 and Buck/Eddie after the hostage situation last season so that’s fun! I’m excited to revisit it now when we see Hen and Buck in these transitional periods.

i’m so tired but i can’t sleep. my mind is full but i can’t speak. among the dust of the hard-to-reach, i’m stuck right here, somewhere between side a and side b.

i could call it compromise or just an intermission. some kind of consolation prize for the race i never finished.

Okay so right away I’m thinking about that scene in the loft with Hen and Buck. Buck looks that kind of exhausted-wired where he can’t sleep so he’s researching, trying to find the secret of happiness. I find it interesting that he’s not the one who brings up what he’s reading, he waits for Hen to engage first and once he feels like he has permission, then he starts asking the questions he’s been holding in. We all know Buck is feeling stuck in this limbo after his relationship ended and he’s scared to make a wrong move forward. I’m also thinking of that chair from last week that he moved into the couch space, a consolation prize for now, but we see it only seats one and that’s not what Buck is looking for long term!

Then we have the Hen of it all, running herself ragged, the other end of the spectrum where she WANTS to sleep but cannot allow herself to, lest she fall behind. And her mind is so full of all the things she has going on that you can see she doesn’t really want to continue this conversation with Buck, but she takes a moment anyway because he’s family and clearly something is up. She really will make an amazing captain someday when she’s ready to take that on. She’s constantly switching from captain mode to medical student mode to mom/wife/friend mode, making compromises where she can to try and juggle everything when Bobby ends up gone longer than originally planned. This limbo as we see by the end of the episode is not sustainable for her!

i want to turn these tired gears. i want to feel the follow-through, some kind of equilibrium… something to set my watch to.

i’m here, somewhere between victory and a white flag. caught in this purgatory dream, i’m stuck.

Buck is looking for a steady presence in his life because he never felt settled before and now he has a job he loves and people he loves but he’s looking for that constant at home too. We saw it last season with him coming home alone watching his gf on TV and how deflated he looked. The thing is, he’s already set his watch to something, and that’s the Diaz boys! We see his kitchen bright and cheery and full of life, with him spending hours (and several previous tries) to feed the people he loves, and more than that, while this might be the first Buckley-Diaz family dinner WE’RE seeing on screen, the completely comfortable vibes show us that this is a regular occurrence, and Eddie and Chris are completely at home in Buck’s space. (Also, the concept of “time” and “watches” surrounding Buddie definitely had my ears perking up at that line!) Buck spent last season being caught between pushing through and not giving up on a relationship that was all give and gradually draining him of life and “giving up” which he thinks is failure when really he was setting himself free! But now he’s in this limbo of looking for something while not realizing it’s been right in front of him this whole time!

I loved seeing Hen’s phone, constantly lighting up with her schedule of activities, trying to follow through on all her commitments, setting her watch by what everything and everyone else needs from her, and in that, pushing aside what SHE needs and in the end, she’s left feeling like she let everyone down. Hen is definitely in her purgatory dream right now! The things she wants are within her sights, but she’s now having to face the possibility of waiving the white flag on something or risking losing everything.

but i want to set the record straight, i want to retrace my every step. if i could just rewind all the tapes then maybe i’d find my loose thread.

call it a compromise or just an intermission. some kind of consolation prize, so close, but never finished.

i want to turn these tired gears. i want to feel the follow-through, some kind of equilibrium… something to set my watch to.

That first bit is hitting RIGHT in the Buck feels, because Hen knows where she went wrong, she took on too much. But Buck, Buck is looking back over every decision trying to find where things when wrong so he can keep from making the same mistake. And doing that can be healthy and a learning experience! However Buck is clearly obsessing about not making the same mistakes, going without so he doesn’t pick the wrong “couch” again, and tying to research binge his way though this struggle to find a perfect “answer” to how to be happy. I want to very, very gently shake him. I find it interesting that in his quest to not repeat the same mistakes, we have him put in a situations similar to so many of his other past “mistakes”, not things that were ever his fault, but left him feeling like he failed anyways. We have the victim buried in a collapsed tunnel with shrapnel in his shoulder, and we have not only a crush injury, but also one involving an older man, with people he’s known for decades. A man that puts his own safety on hold to allow a kid to be saved, and then feels his purpose has been served and dies while Buck desperately gives compressions. It’s A LOT and such a mashing together of so many awful moments in Buck’s life that it’s no wonder he’s such a mess! I look forward to where this storyline is going for him this season.

As for Hen, she’s coming up on making some hard decisions and while I think we’ll see her choose to stay at the 118 now that she knows being captain is a possibility for her, it’s going to be painful to see her letting that other dream of medical school go. I’m curious to see if they will end up letting her do both, just to keep that route open in case Aisha decides to leave at some point (please god let this show wrap up naturally and not drag out until all the mains are gone or utterly unrecognizable, I am literally begging, do not do this to my family!) Hen is looking for equilibrium now and finding a balance that’s sustainable and I’m excited to see where that journey takes us, especially since we’re getting some good Henren scenes this season!

Excellent choice as always my friend!

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glitchstoxicwaste · 3 years

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Could I ask for slashers with an s/o that has a thing for their hands maybeeeee

Yes you can! These are gonna be short though, and it will have different parts to it cause I have a limited amount of pictures I can add to a post.😌

Slashers

PT. 1 | PT. 2 (coming soon)

Slashers hands~!

TW: Hands~, pictures of hands from Pinterest, suggestive content.

↓Continue under the cut!↓

Michael Myers!

He’s interested in your fascination with his hands.

Will be sure to tease you by flexing his hands and make the veins pop a little.

Grabs your hands, interlocks your fingers with his, and flips them so you can see the back of his hand.

Eyes scan your face constantly to pick up on any signs of fluster.

Grabs your throat at random times to tease and taunt you.

Grabs your wrists jokingly when you go to play with his hands.

Let’s you mess with his fingers.

You can paint his nails but he won’t put on rings or bracelets.

Jason Voorhees!

Curious as to why you find his hands to be so mesmerizing.

Let’s you trace the veins in the back of his hand and on his arms.

Flushed a dark red if you kiss his palm and the tips of his fingers to signify affection.

Laces your fingers together and flexes his hands to show you the strength while being gentle with your hand in his.

Gently grabs your wrist if you ask him too.

Terrified to put his hands around your throat.

Will put on bracelets you make him but not ones you buy, and no rings, those are for weddings.

Norman Bates!

Like Jason, is curious and cautious.

Let’s you watch his hands while he works.

Will read a book across from you do you can see them flex.

Smiles while you watch his hands work on his taxidermy.

Also won’t wear rings unless it’s a wedding band but will wear bracelets you get him and watches.

Chuckles when you watch him unbutton his shirt and button them up.

Traces your bottom lip with his thumb to tease you.

An absolute GOD with his fingers -wink wink-

Brahms Heelsire!

Cocky bastard

Loves that you admire his hands so much you lose your guard and he can take advantage of it.

Grabs your throat with one hand and pins you to walls.

Gets fistfuls of your hair if you have any and moves you wherever he wants.

Squished your cheeks tauntingly.

Shoved his fingers in your mouth and other area.

Grabs and squeezes your thighs.

Flexes every time you enter the room.

It’s endless.

Billy Lenz!

Interested by it, but then turns into Brahms but worse.

Slaps your cheek if you’re into it.

Hands all over your body constantly.

Has you lick off anything that’s on his hands -that is edible-

Pets the cat with flexed hands to tease you.

Whispers about how dirty and naughty you are while he’s groping you from behind.

Thomas Hewitt!

Flustered slightly.

You like his hands so much you want to be in the basement with him while he prepares the meat?

Grabs your hands in his a lot.

Caresses your body slowly during fun time.

Gently caresses your cheek with his thumb.

Let’s you watch him toy around with his chainsaw.

Plays with your hair if you have any.

Shows you how to fix up and sew masks.

Has his hand gently placed on your knee.

Bo Sinclair!

Oh man he will be so fucking cocky about it.

He was rough before, but now that he knows about your fascination with his hands, that has been amplified by a SHIT TON.

Yanks you around by your hair if you have any.

Grabs your face roughly.

Grips your arms hard enough to leave marks.

Grips your thighs hard and flexes his hands.

But he can be soft, like when he lets you trace his veins, he flexes just so you have more to gently trace.

Kiss his scars while holding his hands and he will legit tear up.

Kiss his palm and hold it on your cheek, he will pull you into a gentle kiss.

Kiss his fingertips, he will kiss your forehead.

While he’s working and gets his hands dirty he will let you wipe them off before he eats.

Let’s you watch him work on his truck.

(I’m sorry I’m a bit of a simp for the Sinclair’s)

Vincent Sinclair!

Looks at his hands in curiosity of why you admire them.

Is gentle with you.

Plays with your hair if you have any.

Braids it if it’s long enough.

Let’s you watch him fix up his wax sculptures.

Let’s you in his workshop to watch him paint and sketch.

Chuckles every time you get distracted by his hands while he’s signing to you.

When eating his favorite meal -wink wink- he will run his hands along your sides.

Will wear rings you give him.

Happy to become your hand model.

Gently wraps his hand around your neck or wrists.

Caresses your thighs.

Lester Sinclair!

Flattered that you like his dirty, beat up hands.

Holds your hands a lot.

Grips the trucks steering wheel with spread fingers showing the veins.

Sometimes has a hand on your thigh or on Jonesy while driving.

Asks for you to bandage his hands when he gets hurt dealing with the truck or bones.

If you like dirty hands he will flex his hands while they’re dirty and let you clean them if you want.

You can paint his nails whenever you want.

Will sport rings and bracelets happily but will probably lose them.

Gentle with you.

Let’s you watch him make things with his bones.

Pokes your nose and says “Boop” a lot.

Asa Emory!

Interested in you more.

Takes his gloves off a lot more around you.

Rubs his pants on his thighs with you around -y’know what I mean right?-

Does the “come hither” motion with his pointer and middle fingers.

Squeezes your thighs tight.

Let’s you suck on his thumb if you want.

Wraps one hand around your neck and slowly squeezes.

Painting his nails is a hard no, but will wear rings and a watch for you.

Has you take his gloves off his hands.

Holds onto your bottom jaw with his pointer knuckle under your chin and thumb planted on your tongue.

Is slow with his uh… hand movements in bed -iykyk-

Teased you 24/7!

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fairyxkisses · 3 years

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☼ dating cove holden headcannons ☼

content overall : gender neutral reader, mainly fluff, kinda random ideas tbh warnings : minor swearing? word count : 1k

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☼ during the first few months cove was very awkward poor boy probably couldn't hold your hand without his cheeks turning bright red we love him anyway

☼ for the first few months (at least) cove would often ask for permission to kiss you

☼ cove is very respectful of your boundaries, the last thing he'd ever want to do is push you too far.

☼ he adores spoiling you, if he sees something he thinks you'd like he's buying it right away

☼ late night texts

☼ mans will text you at four in the morning if he's up something completely random, just a random thought that popped into his head

☼ "hey, did you know the word swims upside down is swims"

☼ did i mention respectful?

☼ he has certain things that he gets super excited about and if asked about them he lights up and could go on and on about them. but he often stops himself mid-rant mans doesn't want to be annoying

☼ mans would be so happy if someone told him to continue going oml-

☼ he'd definitely spend hours talking about his interests if he could-

☼ he wants so badly to be able to actually sleep in the same bed as the mc, but he cant and it kills him MANS JUST WANTS TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE

☼ once he can he's honestly so happy-

☼ if the thought that he did it didn't also fluster him so much he'd go and tell everyone he knew

☼ he doesn't like sleeping in bed without you once he does it

☼ constantly uses this "<3" over text. it's a constant.

☼ mans is so supportive oml-

☼ if you have a certain career path you want, mans is already figuring out how to help you or support you in it

☼ he'd probably learn a fuck ton about any hobbies you had so you could do it together

☼he also knows your favorite everything. flower? check. food? check. drink? yes. favorite type of day? mhm. literally everything.

☼ mans gets very emotional

☼ tbh his entering through the window would become a joke between the two of you-

☼ "hey, what's up flynn rider?" "not much, how about you?" "how you doing romeo?"

☼ adores impulsive dates

☼ picnic dates at the beach + on the poppy field

☼ mans would surprise you with the date on the poppy field and once he learns how much you love it would do it all the time bc it made you happy

☼ he does a lot for you, and he doesn't expect anything in return. when you do something for him it makes him so happy he likely cries half the time bc he thinks you're too good and nice for him

☼ tbh he gives off thigh guy vibes-

☼ like he just appreciates them, he has no idea why he just does? and he appreciates any size thighs. big thighs? love. small thighs? love.

☼ mans adores using them as pillows, simply resting a hand on them (though he gets very flustered the first few dozen times), whatever. he loves thighs.

☼ he'd so buy ankle bracelets for you-

☼ he'd get so shy when giving them to you

☼ "i... i got you something" **intense blush + stuttering** "you don't have to wear them but"

☼ he'd die when you wear them, like, actually die cove.exe has stopped working

☼ he'd probably let you borrow his t-shirts mans doesn't like hoodies so he doesn't have any to give you

☼ would definitely be so happy to see you wearing them, but would also definitely become a flustered mess cove.exe has stopped working again

☼ would feel very prideful if you wore something of his in public (once he got over how flustered it made him)

☼ mans loves to be domestic

☼ like, little things like baking together? loves it mans has had plans to marry you since you were children

☼ once y'all say "i love you" to each other, he says it whenever he can. mans loves to express his love for you.

☼ gives some of the best hugs??? like-

☼ his hugs are super comforting? and just *chef's kiss*

☼ idk how to explain it-

☼ his love language is definitely acts of service and physical touch

☼ mans loves to be somehow touching you??? HE JUST DOESN'T ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO JUST LIKE HOLD YOUR HAND???

☼ it's so frustrating for him-

☼ he'd probably have a specific look he'd give you when he wants to hold your hand or just you but doesn't know how-

☼ he'd definitely would just stare at you with that look until you realized-

☼ when you first started dating he'd legit look at you with this seriously concentrated look trying to figure out how tf to hold your hand

☼ his thoughts are like "do i just grab it?" "what if they don't want to hold my hand?" "oh my god how do i just-" "WHY CAN'T I JUST GRAB IT???" "i'm so stupid-" "what if i just grab it?" "okay cove, you've got this. it's simple. just reach out and grab their hand." "NOPE NOPE NOPE CAN'T DO IT"

☼ *cue intense stare at your hand*

☼ have i mentioned he's extremely respectful? mans would rather die than cross your boundaries. if he did it'd definitely be on accident and he'd spend weeks trying to make it up to you

☼ mans is kinda insecure

☼ loves constant reassurance tbh

☼ he definitely thinks there are better people out there for you and thinks himself to be the luckiest man in the world bc you're dating him

☼ would definitely cry at reassurance at times

☼ when cove can give compliments, he gives the best ones?

☼ like, mans doesn't try but he gives amazing compliments

☼ he's an awful flirt

☼ oh my god, mans is great at a lot of things. flirting? definitely not one of them.

☼ the few times he's tried, it didn't go well.

☼ *cove trying to get the courage to say something "flirty"* "is your mom a thief? because she stole the stars and put them in your eyes." likely said this while at the poppy field during a cloudy night

☼ even after years of teasing, he still blushes whenever the families tease the two of you

anyway, cove holden is a big simp and would give the world to the mc.

#cove holden #cove holden x reader #our life beginning and always #cove holden headcannons #cove holden fluff

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