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emtearzz · 10 months

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OC INTRODUCTION: E.G. Lynal

Since there are a couple people interested in him I decided to give my boy the proper introduction first!

(this is the culmination of me writing stories in my head for the past 2 years without taking notes yes i know the story part here is long sorry-)

Bio: name: E.G Lynal (The "E.G." in his name stands for "Earl Grey") alias: Just Lynal, Mark Actias Species: Shadow being(??) (soul infused/Em messing around with spells she probably shouldn't.) Gender: none he/they age: his ability allows him to look any age, typically 6, 16, and 23, chronologically 250+ Romantic orientation: aroace MBTI: IxxJ 1w9

Abilities: -Shapeshifting: Thanks to his physicality, it allows him, or parts of him, to take the shape of many things. ( ie. animals, furniture, weapons, shields, etc.) He can also adjust his height and size.

-Flying: He can float and fly

-Eyes: They glow in the dark

Personality: A responsible and sensible bookworm that enjoys a good cup of tea, or any warm fragrant drink really, they make him feel cozy inside (also he can't taste-). Not the most social, but he enjoys a small chat or too occasionally. Very patient, he has to deal with EmTea and MimiMilk and their shenanigans on the daily. When he loses his cool, he is the scariest person in the room, mainly because you won't know he's angry, he's just using what bit of self control he has left to be a somewhat respectful person. He owns a small cafe in Hometown (where he lives) and is very proud of it. Story: He was first created by Tea some couple centuries before present day, through a technique of "soul-splitting" where a bit of Tea's soul was transformed into a little guy!

Why? He doesn't really know, since she never gave him a proper explanation other than "I needed an assistant". (which made no sense as she rarely asked him to help out with her work, instead opting to teach and raise him instead.)

For the first few years of his life, he stayed with Tea (she went by "Laine" at this time) at the organization she worked with his name being just "Lynal" causing people to misunderstand and believe his full name to be "Just Lynal" since he always introduced himself as such.

This organization was one of random outcasts, working odd-jobs and trying to help those unfortunate during a war between all nations and races. He saw them as apart of his family almost. There was Ms. Silvie (despite her protests to not be addressed as such, Tea just calls her that anyway and so Lynal copied, her full name is Silvie Stream.), a magikan who worked as one of the healers there and served as a mentor to him when Tea was too busy to look after him.

Wallis Mitchmatch a magikan mage in training, his older sister is out in the war as one of the healers, he talks about her sparingly. He also has a pet frog that Lynal remembers liked to hop onto his head.

Tom Boome was another member of the organization that Lynal noticed Tea wasn't too fond of him, though he wasn't sure why. He was a human detective, and a new member to the organization. He had Tea on edge for the first couple of weeks. Though after those two weeks... it was as though there wasn't any sort of animosity between them at all. Strange.

All that aside, Lynal blended in well with the rest of the group, there was the cook Bearnestine, the boss everyone referred to as well, boss (and someone Tea was surprisingly casual and comfortable with talking to-), little Mayflae (a young magikan orphan girl brought back from an abandoned raided village), and many more. All just people trying their best with what they could.

That included missions, Lynal remembers them well. Sometimes he and Tea acted as messengers to other places, sometimes he was sent with Ms. Silvie and some other healers as their defense while heading to another town, but most of the time, Lynal was sent out as a spy, with his abilities proving useful in those situations.

One day, he went out on another assist mission after a raid in a village, it was one where he had to serve as defense for the healers again, but he didn't mind, these missions normally went smoothly anyway, there were usually no attackers. However this time he went, he ̷̨̱͍͚̭̀̈́̔͆̈́d̷̮̈̀̓͌̔̐i̶͈̮͔͛ḑ̷͕̞̲̼̣̃̎̆́̓͐̓n̶̨̡̨̪̲̩̹͖͚͊́͗͐͆͆̔̅́͜͠'̵̧͈͒̽͒̓̃́͂͑͠͝t̵̲̲̘͗͆̈́̃̕̚ ̷̧̧͚̰̞͍̟̈͑̈́͜ṙ̵̳͚͕̬̫̯͛̿͝é̶̫̣͉̭͔̑͋̀͐͘̚͝ť̵̢͎̪̬̜̰̘̏̓u̴̧̨̮͙̤̱̱͚̓̂̌̇̽̿r̴͍̖͈̽̍̈́͗̈́̏̊͘͝n̵̜͙̩̳̞͖̺͙̟̰̒́̈̇̽̊̌̋͆̕-̷̠͈̺̭̓̊͠ ̶̢̮͙̼̘̭̰̗̃Ŗ̴̡̯̥̩͓͈͙̄̉Ę̶̨̢͓̙͙̀̓̀̀̍S̴͔̖̮̘̝̫͖̒̑̾͌̄̽͗E̵̢̗̞͕̝͇̹̟̦͕͐̓͆T̸̻̳͚̱͚͓̱͊́͊̐́͌̿̂̓̑͜ was met with a surprise attack but managed to fight back and rid them all, but just barely. He returned unconscious, but alive, he just needed a lot of rest.

When he awoke from his short coma, he found Tea at his bedside.

"Morning sleepyhead it's about time you woke up." "Where..." Tea chuckled, "Don't worry, you're at HQ you were out for a bit, it took a while to fix up those huge injuries of yours.. I had to fix those up you know. Considering how.. well how you are."

They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit while Lynal collected his thoughts, before Tea suddenly spoke out of the blue:

"Lynal, when you fully recover, when the war's end has been finalized, we'll be leaving the organization and hit the road."

".... wait what-"

So when everything was said and done, he left with you, though traveling together wouldn’t last long when you met up with Zephyrus Shash-

“Wait, let me get this straight, you’re leaving to go elsewhere and want me to take care of him while you’re gone?”

“Listen, I know it’s quite a bit to ask but there’s something I need to take care of-“

“It’s about It right?”

“…”

“I thought so” They sigh, “fine, I’ll look after the kid for you, but you better not take too long, I’m not exactly the ‘caretaker’ type”

“Thanks Shash, it means a lot.”

So Lynal was now left in the care of Shash, not that he understood the situation…

“Uhm.. Shash?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did she leave me with you? And what did you mean by ‘it’?”

“Oh she didn’t tell you?”

“No..?”

“… I see. Then ask her about it when she gets back, it’s her business to divulge, not mine.”

“Oh.. alright.” he still didn't understand.

They traveled together for many years, with Shash acting as his mentor and help him perfect the abilities he was given. If there was one word Lynal could describe Shash with, it would be strange. He didn't understand how this was the person Tea would trust with her life... at least in hindsight. The more time he spent with Shash, the more he began to understand Tea just a little more. Despite being a literal part of her, he didn't actual know much about her. She was kind and caring towards him, but she rarely answered any questions he had about her, and even when she did, she would give a halfhearted response. And it wasn't until they decided to stop at a town, they would meet her again.

This town had a focus on innovation and invention, and was where they reunited with Tea once more. She had changed her Identity to someone by the name Lunelle Actias and worked as an inventor. How she hadn't aged despite being human was confusing to say the least, and her reason being there is once again, never explained to him, and the questions he asked, were all answered vaguely finally concluding with: "I'll tell you when it's right."

Lynal changed his name to Mark Actias and Shash to Salem Actias. Later that year, Mimi was created as an experiment by Tea, a doll with a a bit of her soul, a mischievous spirit.

It was definitely one Lynal's most lively event in his life, with the bustling city and people getting from here to there.. He decided to work at the local library in the meantime, becoming friends with the elderly librarian and finding new interesting stories to read.

Mimi was also a huge handful for him. Chaos wrap in a cute package, and with a mind too smart for her own good as she'd cook up elaborate pranks that bordered on legality, he often had to keep an eye on her.

Tea had also changed somewhat, bustling from here to there with her ideas and work, it was almost shocking how Lynal stayed sane that whole time.

Finally after an incident concerning an attack to a blimp during the Inventor's Exhibition, Tea comes out to explain the whole story of the reason to their creation, and the oneṘ̵̝̗͖͙̪̞̃̐̑͊̍̕È̷͚͖͕͍̳͈́͘͠Ḏ̶̼̦̪̞̖͛̒͜͝Â̵̛̝̲͔͓̮̄͐̀͑̂̽̒̓Ĉ̵̮̗͕̟̬̯̻̲̙̰̀̓̕͝T̸̡͖̯̐̾͗͜E̴̜͔̟̺̟̗̅͘D̵̥͚̮͇̘̦͖̠̳́ͅ

They spent a few years in that town before moving once again, with Shash going their own separate way from the group.

They get on a train to head to a new town to finally settle. Which leads to present day.

"MIMI. Did you put soup into my tea?"

"What are you talking about you can't taste-"

"I can SMELL it!"

(again if any of y'all have questions feel free to ask! <3)

#my art #my ocs #OC: e.g. lynal #oc: emtea #oc: shash/zephyrus #OC: mimimilk

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kiwi-peaches-blog · 2 years

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Watching over you (Matt Murdock x GN Reader)

Fandom: Daredevil

Requested : No

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Wordcount: 784

Masterlist

Not my gif or divider

Authors note: I appreciate all the love my Frank Castle one shot received and I hope this one receives just as much love ❣ My first Matt fic is here and of course it's more fluff 😂🙏

You always dreaded walking home at night. Like any other person at night you kept your keys gripped tightly in your hand also making sure you had quick access to your phone so that you could call for help. Never really knowing what could happen while you were out alone.

In the past walking home at night has caused you a few problems but not anything that made you going outside completely. When you were a teen you were once followed by a couple of boys on Halloween after having a film marathon at your friends place. Where these boys were trying to encourage you to come to a party with them. Going somewhere with strangers was never something you would do and luckily in that situation the boys left you alone. After of course almost following you right to your very own doorstep.

You yourself hadn't grown up in New York, moving there in your late teens. Instead you had grown up in a small town. The type of small town where everyone thought the same; having the same ideas. A place where you had learnt how to be careful going out at night. Avoid eye contact, mind your own business and of course lock your doors. You never know what trouble would follow you round in that town. Somewhere that you had never fitted in. You wanted somewhere that could broaden your horizons, where everyone you talk to has different views instead of the really quite annoying opinions of people back home. You loved your home but there's only so much you can do there. New York for you was the perfect place. You'd only visited once and you just knew it was the place to be. So you moved.

The first time you had met Matt was as daredevil. Where on one of these nights where you were walking home alone you were saved by him. At the time you had no idea who he was but you'd later find out. Daredevil interested you very much. The vigilante who, stopped crime mainly at night. You were very curious. And from that you learnt who he really was. With that you gained a friendship which then blossomed into a relationship, with the man who saved you. The man who always saved you.

Most nights when he knew that you were out alone, while on his rounds Matt would listen out to make sure you were ok and got home safe. You never personally saw him but you knew he was there. It was a a none verbal agreement between you both that he would always be there looking out for you. Matt knew about your anxieties of walking alone in the dark and wanted to make sure you felt safe and was safe. Sometimes when the night was quiet he would be there with you to walk home. He'd do anything for you. And you him.

At the moment you were in Matt's apartment which really you shared because you spent more time there than your own place. You were on the sofa wrapped up in his blanket that was covered in his scent. Tonight it was very cold and his blanket was the best to help with that. You liked to stop up late to wait up for him, even though he would prefer you to be sleeping. Which was what you were doing now waiting for him.

You had just dozed off when you heard the roof exit open and his feet then padding down the stairs. So you untangled yourself and got up to greet him. When you got close enough too him you wrapped your arms around him and inhaled his scent. He too doing the same and nuzzling into your neck, one of his favourite spots.

He sighed and finally spoke.

"You're still up" not at all surprised.

You in turn hummed in response to his words.

"I know you were there tonight watching out for me. Thank you. Thank you for all the other times."

You then gave him a peck on the lips which he returned with raising his hand onto the side of your face, slowly beginning to give you a real kiss. Which you very much enjoyed.

"You never have to thank me I'll always be there for you, sweetheart."

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fluff #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagine #matt murdock x you #gn reader #fluff #comfort #matt murdock #daredevil #mcu #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #my writing #mine

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burndownyourparade · 3 years

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Dabi x Reader - Crossed My Heart

This literally had zero direction. It’s my first reader insert piece and it has nothing to do with the Olivia Rodrigo song, the lyric was mainly used as a loose prompt inspiration. It’s also been a long as heck time since I’ve sat down and really written anything so oof. But, I do plan on writing some more drabbles here and there. I’ve got Dabi/Touya brain rot bad. So expect a lot of him.

You used me as an alibi. I crossed my heart as you crossed the line.

pairing: dabi x reader (gender not specified)

length: 2k words

genre: angst, fluff if you squint real hard

warnings: mentions of death, the burning at sekoto peak. nothing detailed.

You’d been there. You had watched him go up in flames. The beautiful bright blue dancing across your eyes and you knew you’d never see him again. He’d be lost to you forever, but you promised.

And you were willing to do anything for him. Even if it meant breaking your own heart.

So when you’d sit up at Sekoto Peak every year after his disappearancedeath you’d curse his name. Curse him for leaving you behind, for not coming back to you. Not even a single sign of if he was okay.. If he was still out there.

When you’d seen this new villain on the news, just a few years ago, you had an inkling. A thought that maybe it had been him. He talked big about getting back at his father. Dishing back out everything he’d had to endure as a child. And at age 15 when you encouraged him, you never thought it would come to this.

So today, when you sat up at Sekoto Peak, ten years after the incident, the spiteful, “Fuck you, Touya.” That left your lips didn’t go unheard.

In all honesty he’d planned on coming clean. He had planned on coming back to you. After all, you were the only person who really meant anything to him. But then he got way too involved with Stain’s cause and the league, there was no way he was going to risk putting you in any danger. If that meant having to write you off, then so be it.

Eventually you’d find out that Dabi was Touya, eventually you’d know that he was still alive after all these years. No more doubt would cloud your mind, but he had a feeling you’d come to hate him for waiting so goddamn long.

It was when he’d heard his name, the anger dripping from your sweet voice that had him moving his feet towards you. He wasn’t planning to reveal himself, but he needed to at least try redeeming himself before even thinking of continuing his plan to bring down Endeavor. None of it would have meant anything if he couldn’t come back to you. If he wasn’t going to be able to run away with you like the two of you had planned.

“You have to promise you won’t tell anyone about this.” Touya held your hands in his, begging you. He was tired and run down. Bandages wrapped around his arms from his most recent burns. He didn’t know how he was going to do it. But he was going to fake his death. He was going to run away.

You stared at him, wide eyed and reluctantly nodded your head to his plea. “Will I see you again?” The fear was evident in your voice and if that quiver didn’t give you away, then the way that your hands shook in his would. The tears in your eyes blurred your vision, but you could still see him. You could see his messy white hair fall into his bright blue eyes. You could see the bruise that was forming under the left eye, no doubt a result of training. And you wondered if this was his only solution. If this was really the only way that he’d be able to outrun this.

He could practically feel the pain reverberating off of you, it bounced off of him too. He didn’t want to leave you. But he had no other choice. He was trapped and all he wanted was to make something of himself. To prove to his father and everyone around him that he wasn’t worthless, he wasn’t a lost cause. He could do it, too. He was powerful just like Shoto.

Touya was torn, he knew that this hurt you… Leaving you hurt him too, even if you couldn’t see it. Even if he was acting selfishly. “Of course.” He nodded, snow white hair moving wildly with the frantic nodding of his head. “I’ll come back for you and we’ll run away.” He promised, you could see the makings of a plan in his head. The way that his eyes moved when he was deep in thought, “We can start a life together. Build a house and adopt all the cats and dogs you want!” His hands moved to your shoulders, shaking you lightly with excitement before pulling you into him. His arms wrapping around you tightly.

He never cried in front of you, but today was different. He didn’t know when he’d see you after today, but he did know he refused to break his promise to you. A single tear slipped down his cheek.

“I love you, Touya.” You murmured into his shirt, breathing him in. If this was the last time in a while, then you were going to make the most of it. You tilted your head, looking up at him. Sadness washing over you and feeling your own tears begin to slip. You leaned up on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and felt the way his lips turned upwards in a soft smile. An almost dreamy looking flashing across his face.

“I love you too, (y/n)... I’ll come back for you, I swear.” His hands shifted again, this time to cup your cheeks and bring your lips to his. This kiss was soft and sweet, not unlike ones you’ve shared before but there was a sense of urgency to this one. Almost like he had been trying to convey every single thing he felt for you in this brief moment. He didn’t want to pull away, but when he did he felt your hands tighten around the fabric of his shirt. Just barely hearing your whisper begging him not to go, but he shook his head, gently moving your hands to take a step back from you.

“Please don’t watch…” Touya asked, giving you a gentle shove away from him. “Once you see my flames run… Run and tell someone about the fire and then go home. I’ll see you again soon, I promise.”

You bit your lip and nodded your head, running a safe distance away into the trees. Waiting to watch his flames burn around him. You stuck around a little longer than he’d asked you to, only to make sure that he was safe… That he was still okay. But you couldn’t make out anything other than the heat and Touya’s screams.

At fifteen your heart shouldn’t have shattered that hard.

He didn’t know how you’d react to this. Hell, he didn’t even know what he was doing. Dabi had never planned on this. He was merely moving on pure emotion now. On things he thought he had forgotten, but when it came to you he was always weak. The only reason his resolve had even broken in the first place was because of how angry you sounded. The villain hated the thought of him becoming nothing to you. Ironic, when he was practically nothing to everyone else.

You stood in the same place where you both had parted ten years ago and he was quietly standing just a few feet behind you. He was uncertain of if he should reach out to you or just turn and run, was this even a good idea? But his feet wouldn’t stop and then his mouth started moving and before he knew it, he was speaking.

“This Touya guy must have really fucked up, huh?” He cringed, ten years and this was the first thing he was saying to you? Ideally, in his head, whatever he’d dreamt up in his spare time was grandiose plans of sweeping you off your feet. He’d be done with the league, ready to pack up and start brand new. He’d have taken down Endeavor’s credibility and shattered Enji’s entire world. Yeah, that son of his who wasn’t going to amount to anything? He was something now. He was his greatest nightmare and deepest failure. And the consequences of his actions were coming back to bite him in the ass. Then, he’d be there for you. In the night he’d have found you, confessed his deepest feelings and that nothing had changed. Then you’d run away like he promised.

Your fists clenched at your sides, you recognized that voice, of course you did. How wouldn’t you when his promise haunted your dreams every night? His voice was a little deeper, raspier, richer. And for a moment, you hesitated in turning to face him, but when you did you couldn’t stop the way that your heart picked up pace. It was him, in the flesh, Touya was here. But he wasn’t Touya anymore… Not on the outside.

“Yeah, he’s a fucking asshole.” You played along with him. Both of you knew this was just a game, testing the waters to see if anything had really changed. “Promised he’d come back for me, but never showed up.” There was a smile on your face now, a sad one and Dabi felt his heart clench in his chest when he saw it. “Waited ten years for him.” You pressed, watching his reactions.

He deflated, he didn’t have an excuse. He could have come to you sooner and he knew that his whole keeping you safe excuse was bullshit. Dabi was just afraid. He was afraid of what you’d think when you saw him again. Dabi wasn’t Touya. He didn’t look like the boy you’d fallen in love with before. Smooth, pale skin was now rough and charred, the white hair with tufts of red now dyed black and coarse from the years of mistreatment. “I’m sorry.” Was all he could say.

“You could have come to me.” Your voice was soft and he knew that you were hurt. “Why didn’t you come back for me?” The way that your voice cracked made his heart break. He prided himself on being hard, on not allowing himself to feel petty emotions anymore, but unbeknownst to his comrades; you’d always be the only exception.

He was honest with you, “I was afraid.” And it was the first time in ten years that he’d been vulnerable, he was almost ready to run off with you. Dabi was ready to give up on his revenge plot against Endeavor, he just wanted to run away with you. To be just (y/n) and Touya.

“Of what?” You asked, nearly breathless and unbelieving. There was nothing he had to worry about. It didn’t matter who he was now or what he was doing. He would always be Touya to you. A boy who suffered more than he should have. The boy that you were ready to drop everything and run off with. The only boy you had ever loved and would ever love.

“I’m not the same.” He looked at you, uncertain. He still hadn’t gotten any closer to you and his hands twitched with anticipation. It had been so long since he’s held you. Dabi wanted to close the distance, to pull you into him and feel whole again.

“You’re still you.” You countered, shaking your head. You weren’t about to give the villain any room for excuses. He was still him and that’s all he’d ever be to you. You knew that he knew that.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, this time Dabi took a step closer to you. Carefully watching your movements, gauging on if he could move any closer. When there wasn’t any move on your part to shift away from him he took another step. And another.. Another, another, until he was wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. His lips gently touch the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. “Run away with me.”

You returned his touch almost immediately, arms wrapping around his thin middle. Melting into him and letting out a sob of relief, you were home again. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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pigletxpoohbear · 3 years

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I saw you asking for requests and wondered if you could do headcanons for how the obey me boys would react to a Mc who goes nonverbal sometimes (especially when they aren't feeling well mentally)? If you don't wanna do all, I'd just really love to see Beel, Barbatos, Diavolo and Luke!

I hope you have an amazing day🌼

I’m going to start off by just saying when I get really depressed and my thoughts and headspace are worse than usual this is my main mechanism to cope. So, I’m going to write this based on my experiences and go from there if you want me to rewrite it please say so. I’m also going to try and keep the headcannons for this as gender-neutral.

Lucifer

Lucifer is very observant and even more so when it comes to you

When he read your file he understood you had anxiety and depression, based on that he believed he had a clue what it was going to be like with you here in the devildom

Unfortunately, he was slightly off (he was completely incorrect, but he won’t admit that.)

He realized not too long after a week or two here with you in devildom that when you have really bad anxiety you tend to keep it to yourself and when your thoughts are too much you tend to do the same

He also saw that you’d try to keep answers as short as possible when feeling like this

Luci asked you to come by his office during school so that none of his brothers would interrupt, he ended up telling you that if there’s anything that he can do such as pulling you out of classes some days and just helping you privately or putting a proper lock on your door at the HoL you can just tell him and it doesn’t have to be in person, but a call, a text, an email, or a letter just let him know

He’s the most understanding of the brothers surprisingly

Mammon

Mammon isn’t exactly observant, but does notice

He noticed some days your answers to questions were so short or so quiet that they were almost nonexistent

Mammon was concerned about what was wrong with his human, but didn’t know what to do besides just talk to you about it

One night when you left to your room to be alone and just sit down away from anyone he actually knocked on your door instead of barging in

When he came in he sat across from you on the floor, he asked what was wrong or if there’s something that he needs to fix

You told him that when everything becomes too much you don’t really like to talk and want to be in a more quiet place

He ended up making a door hanger that told him if it was okay for him to barge in or if today you just needed time alone (he looked like a tomato when giving it to you, he felt so embarrassed)

Anything that makes his human comfortable

Leviathan

Anxiety? Depression? Nonverbal? Levi understands this all too well, but because this is the case he’s like the last one to notice

He doesn’t really notice mainly because he’s often in his room or in his head

He ended up finding out about it because you only gave him yes and no as an answer the whole weekend and thought it was because you didn’t want to be around a nasty otaku and confronted you outside your bedroom

You had to explain that you just go basically silent when your depression and anxiety became too much to handle and said you were sorry

Now Levi felt bad after you shut the door

He went out and got some mangas, animes, and candies and left them outside (after making sure Beel wouldn’t eat them and Mammon wouldn’t take them) and left a letter and a text message apologizing and telling you that he does the same thing and he’s really sorry that he jumped the gun and if you ever want to hang out with him in silence in his room you’re more than welcome to whenever you want

Satan

Satan notices almost as fast as Lucifer

He didn’t really say anything to you about it, but when he would see signs that today isn’t a good day he usually would keep his pranks on Lucifer to himself and see if maybe you want to play with the cats or go to a nice quiet cafe he found not too long ago

On good days he also tries to reach out and just be with you just to be sure you’re okay

Honestly does a ten out of ten job when it comes to being around you on good and bad days (he doesn’t even realize he’s benefiting from it and that he's much calmer recently)

Asmodeus

Asmo is very touchy-feely and some days you don’t like being touchy-feely

Asmo only asked about it because you wouldn’t cuddle with him the last few days

When he realized he apologized and said that if it’s not a good day today then whenever it is please come by he really loves to spend time with you, but won’t force you to do something that you’re not comfortable with

You guys cuddle every now and again because it does help sometimes and either he’ll whisper sweet nothings to you or he’ll just stay quiet and rub your head or back

When you don’t cuddle he’ll bring you tea and a nice pillow or two from his room so that you can rest or just sit more comfortably

Beelzebub

(I think that Beel is an empath and that’s why Beel gets upset by others being upset) When Beel gets the first signs that today isn’t a good day he usually gives you some of his food or asks if you need anything

He doesn’t quite understand it, but he wants to make you happy even if it takes a few days for that to happen

You ask Beel for cuddles or to just sit with you consider it done and sometimes Belphie will be there (usual he is, he just happens to always be where Beel is)

And you guys just form a cuddle pile and nap either in your room, the twins’ room, or in the observatory

Belphegor

He literally is too busy being asleep to notice and I don’t think would ever find out

One moment he’s in one room the next he’s in yours cuddling with you and Beel

Doesn’t mind too much (mainly because quiet means he can sleep)

Only realizes if someone says something to him about it, but no one asks him cause they go to you first

Clueless sleepy boi

Diavolo

He noticed because he could barely hear you one day and thought you were sick and was about to send you home with Lucifer (who had a bunch of papers he needed to sign off on and would grow immensely if not taken care of)

You explained that it wasn’t necessary and that today was just a bad day

He asked if you wanted to go home and just finish your schoolwork or some makeup work at the HoL or in his office so that you can be in more quiet and accommodating space

Every now and again you’ll do school work in Diavolo’s office and have little sandwiches and tea with him and Lucifer

Barbatos

Literally knows before you got here (he can see the future lmao)

He packs little gift baskets and things like that for you full of your favorite things and has them delivered that day or those days

He has to be with Diavolo all the time, but surprisingly is able to help with these little things that he sends you

You end up exchanging gifts and gift baskets every now and again and when he did get a day off you ended up spending it together and going to ristorante six

Simeon

Doesn’t spend much time with you outside school, but he does notice a few things that he considered odd

He wondered why you were so meek some days, but quite vocal others

He also saw how you’d keep to yourself and stay away from people especially large groups and then other days you’d be around all of the brothers laughing

He asked Lucifer about it and he explained the situation (Lucifer trusts Simeon to an extent, but knows that Simeon only asks for your well being and no other reason)

After learning the situation he becomes less curious as to what the problem is and more curious on how to help you

When needing to get in groups in classes the brothers aren’t closer or aren’t in he’ll partner with you and make sure that you’re comfortable

Luke

Sweet boy doesn’t understand other than your sad

Makes you cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and all sorts of sweet treats

He also loves to make sure that you’re heard and stays really quiet so he can hear what you have to say

He doesn’t get it, but he does have the spirit

Soloman

Oh boy where do I begin with this one

Soloman notices, he notices everything

Is he good at this type of stuff though? No, no he is not

Wants you to try out potions and tell him the effects, but can’t hear you

Is that an effect or is that just you?

When not experimenting he’s better and tries to find things that make you happy

Do you want cuddles? Done. Do you want food? I’ll get something from Hell’s Kitchen. Do you want to go for a stroll? I know a really good lookout point where we can be alone.

Literally, just don’t go in the potions room and you’ll have something helpful

#obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me mammon x reader

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loghainmactirs-archive · 3 years

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OC PROFILE

Tagged by: @voelds. Thank you, my love! Tagging: any moots!

GENERAL

Name: Aenorean Surana.

Alias[es]: Nor/Nori (Leli’s pet name for her), Warden-Commander.

Gender: Non-binary woman (she/they).

Age: 20 in 9:30 Dragon, 34 in 9:44.

Date of birth: Nubulis 12th, 9:10 Dragon.

Place of birth: Denerim, the Alienage.

Hometown: Denerim, though she hardly remembers it, considering the Circle to be their home.

Spoken language[s]: The King’s Tongue.

Sexual preference: Lesbian.

Occupation: Warden-Commander of Ferelden.

APPEARANCE

Eye colour: Green.

Hair colour: White blonde.

Height: 162.56 cm / 5′4.

Scars: Standard Blood Magic scars, though they’ve all healed and are mainly condensed on her hand.

FAVOURITE

Colour: Dark blue & black.

Hair colour: Redheads <3

Song: There Are Some Remedies Worse Than the Disease • This Will Destroy You / Tranquility • Collapse Under The Empire. Not so much their favourites, but ones I heavily associate with her.

Food: At first, classic Ferelden dishes like lamb & pea stew, cheese by the wedge, and pickled eggs. Once she gets out in the world and after the Blight, she visits Orlais with Leliana and picks up a taste for butter soup, sweets, and baked goods (specifically The Blessed Apple. Literally just Orlesian apple pie).

Drink: Dandelion Wine! After she convinces the City Elves of Orlais to let them try some.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Does completing the Harrowing and saving the Circle count?

Had sex: Yes.

Had sex in public: Yes 👀

Gotten pregnant: No.

Kissed a boy: To make sure she was gay.

Kissed a girl: Yes.

Gotten tattoos: A horrible and wrongly done vallaslin of Dirthamen that her and her Dalish friend thought would be a good idea. The ink is completely faded and only the scar is left. More scarification than tattoo.

Gotten piercings: Two cartilage piercings in her right ear!

Been in love: Once, still is.

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Absolutely.

ARE THEY

A virgin: No

A cuddler: Won’t admit it, but begs to be little spoon.

A kisser: Yes, but not in public.

Scared easily: Sometimes.

Jealous easily: No.

Dominant: Switch™️

Submissive: Switch™️

In love: Yes.

Single: Married to Leliana the minute the Blight ended. She realised how close she had come to dying, even with the Ritual performed, and they decided they didn’t want to wait any longer.

RANDOM QUESTIONS [tw for self harm/suicide mention!]

Have they harmed themselves: Blood mage, so you tell me!

Thought of suicide: A few times.

Attempted suicide: Never.

Wanted to kill someone: Yes, and has.

Have / had a job: Warden-Commander, baby.

Have any fears: Dying before she can find the cure, never seeing Leliana again, and the dark rot caused by the Taint that is spreading up their left arm. She also used to fear being made Tranquil.

FAMILY

Sibling[s]: None.

Parent[s]: She remembers her mother’s name as Fenora, but has no recollection of her father.

Children: Her and Leli’s nugs

Significant other: Leliana

Pets: Barkspawn the Mabari, several nugs, and a Blighted raven that scouts the path ahead and delivers messages to Leliana for her.

#there's no words to describe how ugly that edit is. so i wont.#my photoshop puked at me making something that low quality #anyways here's my beloved aenorean #oc: aenorean surana #*tag game

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hannahshattuck · 3 years

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A Birthday Getaway

Pairing: Bi!TJ Hammond x Reader

A/N: My first prompt for helping @the-ss-horniest-book-club clean out the archive. I teared up when I came across this prompt. The B&B is an actual place in West Virginia and I would love to visit. Send in an ask or DM to be part of my taglist. Enjoy! This is gender neutral although if there is a slipup please let me know.

Warnings: angst, slight smut (blowjob), curing, mention of drugs and alcohol, mention of suicide, TJ deserves all the love in the world,

TJ has always had a hard time finding love. The deep, meaningful connection of love. With being the gay son to a president and having his life mistakes being plastered for all to see, TJ has had many people use his unwanted fame for their own gain. Well that was until he met you.

You were the most kind and selfless person he’s met. He ran into you, literally ran into you, when he was stumbling out of his club. You helped him get to his home and stayed with him until he was fully sober. He cried in your arms when he realized that even though you knew who he was you didn’t take advantage of him in his inebriated state. You two exchanged information and you were the one he called when he needed a savior or someone to talk to so he didn’t make a mistake. After about two years of being friends, TJ confessed that he had feelings for you through tears streaming down his cheeks. That night was spent making love with tears from both of you.

TJ didn’t celebrate his birthday when he was on his own. He usually spent his birthdays high, drunk, with a hook up, or all the above. This would be the first birthday you spent with him as a couple. You reserved a suit at the Hillbrook Inn and Spa in Charles Town, West Virginia for the two of you for his birthday. You reserved a whole week that way the two of you could relax without feeling rushed. You decided to surprise him with it before the club opened. You worked with him at said club mainly taking care of stuff behind the scenes.

You walked in and saw TJ stocking up the alcohol behind the bar. Even though his parents believed that owning a club would be detrimental to his recovery, you’ve seen first hand how well he’s been doing.

You leaned on your elbows on the bar, “Hey sweet thang. How’s set up going?”

TJ turned around and lit up when he saw you, “Hey baby! It’s going good. We’re running low on a few things but we’ll be good for tonight. I made a list so we can make an order tomorrow.” He leaned over and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Well, you’re gonna have to give the list to someone else because tomorrow morning we’re heading to a B&B in West Virginia for a week for your birthday.” You smiled.

TJ’s jaw dropped, “What?”

“You. Me. Birthday trip. West Virginia.” You could see tears well up in TJ’s eyes and knew in that moment this is the first time anyone has done something like this for him. “Oh baby.” You grabbed his hand. He laid his head down on the arm you weren’t holding and cried. You ran you fingers through his soft, fluffy hair and just let him get his emotions out.

TJ sniffled as his cries subsided, “Really? Just the two of us?” It broke your heart to see how doubtful he was. To know how many people took advantage of him. To know that he most likely didn’t get the love he deserves. To know how many times he’s been ‘just another hook up’.

“Yeah baby boy. Just the two of us.” Your thumb rubbed the back of his hand in comfort. He looked at you and then a teary smile spread across his face. He jumped over the bar and pulled you into a tight hug. You laughed and hugged him tight as well.

“Hey, T. We open in 15.” One of the bouncers yelled across the club. TJ gave him a thumbs up as an acknowledgement. TJ grabbed both sides of your face and pulled you in for a big kiss. You smiled into the kiss knowing this would be the best birthday for him.

The next morning you two got up bright and made the 5 hour drip from D.C. to West Virginia. You drove and let TJ sleep since he had a late night. He woke up as you pulled into the entrance of the B&B.

TJ gasped, “It’s so pretty.” You giggled as he acted like a little kid in wonder. He probably didn’t get to act like a kid when he was a kid but you didn’t mind. You found a parking spot and got out. He got out as well, jaw still dropped at the sheer beauty of the place. You started to grab yours and TJ’s bags when he snapped out of his wonderment.

“Nooo! Let me grab them!” TJ ran around the car. “You drove! I can get them!” You laughed as he grabbed the two duffle bags out of your hands and swung them over his shoulders. “Let’s go!” He grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the front entrance. You two checked in, got your room, and chilled for a bit before exploring the place.

The day of his birthday he woke up with his dick in your mouth. His hand flew to your hair and tangled his fingers, “Fuck babe.” You kept going until he warned you, “I’m gonna cum.” You doubled down your efforst until he released into your mouth, “Fuck. That’s a way to wake up.”

You swallowed and kissed up his naked chest, “ Happy birthday, baby boy.” A kiss to his lips progressed into a slow make out session. “Today is all about you so we can do whatever you’d like.”

“Does that mean we can stay in bed all day?” TJ smirked.

You giggled and kissed his nose, “If you absolutely wanted to.”

He shook his head, “Nah. I just wanted to know what you would say.”

You playfully slapped his chest and rolled your eyes. You got off him and headed to the shower. “You gonna join me, birthday boy?” TJ scrambled out of bed so fast he felt out of bed. You giggled. He stood and took a step but fell again because you left his boxers around his ankles. You doubled over in laughter as he kicked them off and ran to you carrying you the rest of the way into the shower.

After a wonderful day of exploring, sex, lunch, more exploring, presentation of gifts, and a wonderful dinner at a nice restaurant you had one last surprise for him. He called the club to make sure everything was running smoothly and you took that moment to set up the bathroom.

A bubble bath. Candles lit throughout the entire space. Bubbly apple juice because he’s done so well to stay sober and didn’t want to ruin that. Good smelling soaps. Soft towels and warm, fluffy robes. You make sure the water was hot but not scalding and walked out the bathroom just as he hung up.

“Everything is good at the club. What’s on the itinerary now?” TJ walked over to you. You just smiled and grabbed his hand dragging him to the bathroom. He gasped. His eyes took in everything around him as you silently began to strip him. Once he was naked you helped him in the tub and started to wash his body from outside the tub.

Once his body was cleaned you took off your clothes and climbed in behind him. You got his hair wet and started washing it. Taking your time to run your fingers through his ultra soft hair. He was quiet the whole time but you noticed silent tears streaming down his face when he leaned back against you. You didn’t bring it to attention but instead continued your movements. You grabbed the plastic cup you set aside and started rinsing his hair. After all the soap was out of his hair you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and held him while he cried.

The two of sat there with you placing kisses in his hair and whispering affirmations. Just letting him know you were proud of the choices he made to change his path. How proud you were even though he was dealt a bad hand. How proud you were of in with the success of the club. How proud you were of him in general.

The water started to get cold so you gently sat him up and got out before you helped him out. With your frame wrapped up in one of the robes, you grabbed the other and wrapped it around his tying it at his waist. You grabbed one of the towels and wiped his face of tears and dried his hair. You giggled a bit because of his hair sticking out in many directions which made him smile. You walked him over to the bed, pulled the blankets back, and pulled him into bed with you. TJ laid on your chest as you cuddled him nails scratching against his scalp.

“That’s the first time anyone has be gently with me. It wasn’t sexual. It’s wasn’t for drugs. It was just-” He trailed off not knowing how to describe it.

“I know baby.” And you did. You’ve seen the aftermath of what non-gentle touches have caused.

“Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if I didn’t fuck up so much. Maybe my parents and Dougie would be proud of me. Maybe my mistakes wouldn’t be broadcasted for everyone to judge. Maybe if my suicide attempts worked people might say nice things about me.”

That last phrase set you off, “Thomas James Hammond,” you sat up pulling him up with you, “You know how I feel about you talking like that. I know how sucky life was to you. I’ve been with you through a lot of it. But there are people who are proud of you. Hell, I’m so damn proud of you there are no words in any language that can describe the feeling. You’ve managed to push through the worst life has thrown at you and come out on top. I love you so damn much it hurts every single time you doubt your accomplishments. I know none of what I said will change your mind overnight but I will keep telling you everything and anything until the end of time.” You lifted his head to look at you, “I love you so, so much Thomas James.”

You pulled him into a teary kiss. When you pulled back you saw a small smile grace his face. “There’s that smile I love so much.” That caused a bigger smile. You kissed his nose and he scrunched his face. You pulled him to lay back down and cuddled him close. You laced your fingers with his and laid in silence. After a few more silent moments, TJ looked up at you.

“Thank you making this the best birthday.”

Tags: @patzammit @sherlocksmanwatson @katiew1973 @bugsbucky @this-kitten-is-smitten

#the ss hbc drunk drabbles #tj hammond #tj hammond x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters

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itsbenedict · 3 years

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I didn’t post about everything I played this year, so here’s my opinions on the stuff I played that I didn’t make a rec post for:

Raging Loop

Raging Loop is one of them twisty meta Zero Escape-y branching-path visual novels where an ensemble cast is trapped in a mysterious circumstance where people are dying gruesomely, and you have to find out what’s happening and stop it by looping a bunch.

I can’t wholeheartedly recommend it, because... it tries to have its cake and eat it too with the supernatural elements. Clearly magic is real and has important impacts on the scenario, but then other parts are trickery you’re supposed to see through, and it’s entirely uninterested in cluing you in to how that trickery was accomplished. Not exactly a fair play mystery, in that regard- you have to kind of just be along for the ride, rather than try to figure it out.

That said, it’s a good ride- pretty strong character writing, and the central conceit of the Werewolf/Mafia-style murder scenario creates really interesting drama. It’s more concerned with making itself feel clever than letting the player feel clever, but it’s still well-paced and gripping and has a pretty decent resolution.

Detective Grimoire

I recommended Tangle Tower, the sequel, pretty strongly- and this one, while obviously a little rougher around the edges with the art and mechanics (the suspicion tracker system is a total dud; I didn’t even realize it existed until I realized I was missing an achievement for using it), it’s still pretty darn good. Really fun character designs and animations, fully-voiced, and a solid whodunit backing it all. Plus- while the two are more or less self-contained, the continuity threads with Tangle Tower raised some really interesting questions.

Contradiction - the all-video murder mystery

This one was pretty fun, largely on the strength of the actors. The main mechanic of interrogating people on evidence and using their own statements against each other was some good stuff, too. Definitely had that Phoenix Wright quality to the deductions, and Jenks is a really fun character. (Had a few points where progression was just linked to standing in a certain previously-abandoned area of the map where a clue was suddenly there for no reason, there- good thing it had a hint system.)

As a mystery, it could use a little work- most of what you end up finding out is sequel bait (for a sequel that never actually came together, unfortunately), and the actual whodunit is just sort of hiding in the cracks of all that. And... cornering the culprit just sort of happens out of nowhere once you’ve got your hands on the right piece of evidence, without much fanfare. You’re following up on leads like usual, you find a little lie in someone’s testimony, and then- oh, shit, they’re just confessing everything! Unlike all the previous times you questioned them and they were super evasive like everyone else! And then the game is over.

All in all, it’s pretty meaty and entertaining and I’d recommend it, but unfortunately the creators have moved on to other things, so there’s not going to be any follow-up on the stuff it left unresolved.

Ikenfell

Ikenfell is a tightly-designed RPG about kids at a magic school, with Paper Mario-style action command mechanics and a battle system that makes a big deal out of careful positioning and movement, which was really enjoyable. The difficulty’s a little high (I recommend always always always speccing into max damage because killing things before they kill you is worth more than any amount of defense, speed doesn’t work, and healing is cheap), but I found it really satisfying.

There’s... something... off? About... I don’t know how to put it, it’s... doing that “yes, everyone is queer and mentally ill, deal with it” thing, which, sure, okay. But for a lot of them it’s such a background thing, like... half the playable cast is unambiguously nonbinary, but like... I don’t know if it’s trying to make some statement on how there are no rules to being NB and you can 100% perform a particular binary gender presentation but still count, or if they wrote the whole story and then changed the pronouns of some of the characters for Representation Points, or what. Probably the former? I dunno, it just feels weird. Maybe I’m just not woke enough to Get It.

(unrelatedly: why the heck is the official art they use everywhere so... off-model? none of them look like they do in-game- they look like the creator commissioned someone to draw a group shot with one reference image each and didn’t tell them anything about the characters. how much you wanna bet they commissioned a friend and it came out wrong but they were too polite to say “sorry, no, this is wrong, can you do it over?”)

Trails of Cold Steel IV

Hoo boy. It’s... not great, and it’s not great in a pretty predictable way for an even-numbered entry in the Trails series. It happens every time- first there’s a game in a new engine with new characters and a new world to explore, and it’s really nice and does interesting things... and then it ends on a cliffhanger, and then there’s a sequel game in the same engine with the same characters and the same world, reusing as many assets as possible. Also the League Of Generically Evil Anime Supervillains is there causing trouble for reasons they refuse to explain, and the plot is a storm of magicbabble and macguffin-chasing that makes little to no sense.

Cold Steel IV is that for Cold Steel III, full stop. Welcome back to all the same places you visited last game, except this time there’s some stupid magic apocalypse happening (not that it stops you from taking the time to do random sidequests constantly, of course). The whole “oh, the evil curse mind controls people and that’s why they do stupid bullshit that’s in no one’s interest” plot point is leaned on super hard, and it’s just a big yawn the whole way through.

It’s still really fun, though, because the battle system remains really well-designed. (The same battle system that was just as fun in Cold Steel III, mind you, but it hasn’t gotten old.) And- though they’re struggling to square it with the dumb mind control apocalypse plot, the NPC dialogue continues to make the world feel believable and lived-in. They don’t slack on the parts that make Trails good- it’s just the parts that make Trails bad are making themselves more evident than ever.

did finally get to date Towa though so that’s a win

One Step From Eden

OSFE is... uh. It’s fucking hard is what it is. It’s sort of a deckbuilding roguelike, and there’s this combat that takes place on a grid, and- wait, it’s like Mega Man Battle Network, it’s exactly like Mega Man Battle Network. Man, I forgot about that, but the mechanical influence is extremely obvious. It’s MMBN meets Slay the Spire.

Except it’s super duper hard as hell, because unlike MMBN you can’t pause and swap out chips or anything- everything is just always happening so much, all at once, everywhere, and you have no recourse but to git gud and learn all the enemy patterns and the behavior of your own spells and develop the twitch reflexes necessary to not fucking die from all the shit that’s on the screen always.

(What’s the story? Uhhhh, there was some kind of magic apocalypse, and some anime girls are trying to reach a city for some reason that doesn’t really get explained ever. The game doesn’t really care to build its world at all- it’s all mechanics plus a little token character dialogue that doesn’t say much.)

The point is it’s really frickin’ hard but I am an epic pro gamer and I got ALL THE ACHIEVEMENTS, MOTHERFUCKER. If you’ve played it, I expect you to be really god damn impressed with me, okay???

A Short Hike

This one was really relaxing! It’s a platformer where you explore an Animal Crossing-y island of cartoon animal people, collecting mobility upgrades- but like, mainly it’s about straight chillin’. The flight controls are fun and there’s lots of little secrets to find and it’s just a nice time that doesn’t drag on too long. Not too much to say about this one.

Pokémon Sword

Ehhhhh.

I’m not here for the hot takes about how Dexit is good actually. Development hell happened, they had to make cuts for time, I get it. It’s disappointing and makes the game a little bit worse, but it’s not the end of the world.

Apart from that... perfectly serviceable? The Wild Area could’ve used a little more technical polish (as could most things in the game, really) but was a step in the right direction, giving the player a wider array of early-game team-building options than ever before. No HMs is good. Story and characters were kind of nothing, but that’s par for the course. “At least this time they’re not shoehorning in some kind of stupid evil-team-wants-legendary-pokemon-to-destroy-the-world apocalypse plot”, I thought to myself before they managed to shoehorn one in at the last minute with zero buildup- but, hey, beats wasting half the game on it.

It’s nothing special and it’s missing a lot of polish, but its problems are mainly due to being rushed, and presumably next gen they’ll be able to reuse a lot of the models and animations (maybe even improve the animations so they’re not so boring??? a man can dream) and make something interesting. SwSh seem like they were testing the waters for something else, and not taking too many chances in the meantime.��

(yo why would you sell all these cosmetic items and then turn them all off during gym battles, though)

Hades

Hades is- oh, who am I kidding? Everyone knows Hades, it’s the game of the year, greatest thing since sliced bread, Supergiant are heroes, yada yada yada. I’ve played almost 300 hours of it and I’ve completed everything except all the Resources Director levels (currently a Sigma Wraith), it’s extremely fun and you don’t need me to tell you that.

Petal Crash

It was that thing the Paranatural creator helped on? It’s, uh. It’s a block-sliding puzzle game thing, sort of in a Puyo Puyo vein. It has fun character designs and some good dialogue, like you’d expect from Zack’s involvement, but it didn’t really leave an impression otherwise (besides how got dang infuriating some of its Turn Trial puzzles can be.) The story is... kinda heartwarming, kinda didactic, kinda childish, not especially deep or interesting. Hard for it to be, when it’s told through little bits of fluffy character dialogue that exist to set up a puzzle battle as quickly as possible. Not super recommended unless you really really like block-sliding puzzles.

Hollow Knight

Man, why’d I sleep on this for so long? It’s a metroidvania platformer with heavy Dark Souls inspiration, in terms of tone and difficulty and death mechanics and environmental storytelling. And it’s... apart from all that, just really good as a game, with tight controls and juicy movement and great animation. Progression is linked as much to mastery as it is to upgrades collected- I found myself in lategame areas facing down things that would’ve killed me ten times over at the start- not because I had the best gear, but because I’d learned the game’s language and understood how to move in ways that wouldn’t get me killed.

(Usually. Sometimes I’d walk into a room and sit on a bench and suddenly there’d be a boss fight and I’d get slaughtered. Ain’t that just the way it goes?)

Anyway, on top of all that it’s just charming as hell, with a really unique and well-realized world full of little bug people. I love how, like, your character is clearly some kind of eldritch abomination, but it’s small and cute and so everyone (besides enemies that attack you on sight because they’re possessed by some kinda evil mold) is like “awww, who’s this little guy? want some help, little guy?”

(except Zote, who is just an ass hole. i love him.)

#game rec #also some game non recs #long post

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springday-aus · 3 years

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SVT’s Jeonghan: Love, War and Everything Between || part one

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Fic Piece Written by: Admin Grandma of @springday-aus

Moodboard Link: Created by Admin Grandpa

Character Pairing: Y/N [fem. reader] and Seventeen’s Yoon Jeonghan

Other Characters: Nu’est’s Baekho [known as Dongho], Seventeen [Seungcheol and Jisoo, along with idiot squad!Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan], and more to be added along the way!

Genre: historical, romance, drama, royal!au, arranged marriage!au + gender role reversal

None of this is even remotely historically accurate. This is all purely fiction!

Type: series

prologue || part 01 || part 02 || part 03 → to be available! check the progress on our upcoming page!

Word Count: approx. 2.6k

Plot Summary: Korea’s most distinguished military general arrives home, carrying back glory and honor from the war. However, the general has been revealed to be a woman! Due to the prominent military accomplishments you have made as the highest ranking general, by orders of the Empress, you are arranged to be married to the second-eldest prince, Yoon Jeonghan. Only one problem lies between you two: your reputation as a ruthless killing machine, which scares the living daylights out of your new husband.

→ Inspired by: the Chinese drama, Oh My General (also known as The General Above I Am Below)

Warnings: graphic violence, glorified war, murder, sexual harassment, sex discrimination (mainly against women), poly-relationships (i.e. concubines), political corruption, and homosexual tendencies

It had taken six months for the final battle to commence, and three full years of ruthless war, before they finally conceded. Needless to say, the new recruits were lucky to be under your jurisdiction. Had they not, the body count would have been much higher.

Your grip tightens on the rein of your horse, feeling the guilt and anguish wash over you once more of those who have fallen. While it is inevitable to lose soldiers in war, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less.

You take a small breath in, calming yourself once more and settling back into the reality.

The war had begun in the fall, whereas now, it is well into the summer season. You close your eyes, feeling the sun shine warmly on your skin. Taking another breath in, you open your eyes once more to take in the sights.

White butterflies dance over the grass, teasing flowers as they move along. The flowers are in full bloom; even the dirt path, which was once wet and muddy, has patches of grass that pop out from the cracks. While you have traveled to many areas, you were never able to take in the sights—well, at least, the less violent ones.

Ah, war. Politicians may declare war as much as they please, but they have yet to have seen how it destroys the average person—even a general as distinguished as yourself.

“General?”

“Yes,” you say. “What’s wrong, Dongho?”

You don’t look back at him, but you can hear his horse’s footsteps catch up to yours—slowing down to remain a couple of paces behind.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

You smile to yourself. “Rather sentimental.” You turn to him. “When was the last time we ever allowed ourselves to take in nature like this?”

His smile reflects yours. “I believe it was the last time we had been called to fulfill our duty.”

You click your tongue, with a disapproved shake of your head. “We need to go on these outings more often.”

“Well,” Dongho starts. “It’s hard to go on leisurely walks as one of the nation’s most notable figures.”

“And this is why you’re my second-in-command.” You let out another sigh, a bit longer than the previous one. “It’s hard to roam around with such a large target on your back.”

“In hindsight, you are very skilled in many areas. Whether it’s swordsmanship, archery, or taekkyon, only a suicidal fool would challenge you.”

“A suicidal fool, such as yourself?”

“Yes, General,” he says with a chuckle. “I’m a suicidal fool, who has yet to have learned his lesson.”

Dongho has been by your side for as long as you can remember. The two of you lived as neighbors, and evidently best friends, for ten years. When your father and brothers died, there was a brief separation period until you turned fourteen—in which you had met again, when you were starting your military training on request of your grandfather.

Since then, you two trained together, side-by-side in combat for the next twelve years. You rose the ranks together—you as the General and he as the military counselor.

You hear a groan from your left side. “Are we there yet?”

“Kim Jisoo,” you call. “You should know by now how long these journeys are.”

Your bodyguard playfully scowls at you. “Pardon me for being used to having company on these trips.”

From beside her, Namjoo, your other bodyguard, directs a punch to her sister’s arm. “You speak as if I’m dead.” She makes eye contact with you, before rolling her eyes at her sisters antics. “Father would be upset had he heard your inauspicious words.”

Lieutenant Kim worked alongside your father and you’re lucky enough to have him by yours as well. He’s like another family member—practically a close uncle, who is more than aware of your peculiar situation. Along with Lieutenant Kim came his two daughters, Jisoo and Namjoo.

Because he spent all of his time in the military, so did they. They learned as he taught and trained the other soldiers, including yourself and Dongho. Then, when the time came, you gave the both of them the bodyguard positions.

Of course there was protest, especially from their male counterparts who wanted their positions. While the Kims had a good laugh, there were also rumors that spread on your part—you had become known as a playboy, who became desperate for female attention while serving in the military.

Eventually, those rumors had been shut down, considering how your military contributions outweighed the gossip that spread due to envious soldiers. Your status easily overpowered theirs (lack thereof) and you dealt with them... accordingly.

(No one died, but it didn’t mean you didn’t cause some emotional trauma for them. You were nicknamed the Devil for a reason).

But, alas, this is also the root of your predicament.

“You aren’t the company I was referring to,” Jisoo says.

“If you’re referring to those pretty boys back at the capitol,” Namjoo says. “You might as well be the dead one.”

You chuckle at their banter. Jisoo is right (although you would never tell her): it would be nice to have a pretty boy by your side. But, with the current conditions, you know it would only be difficult for him.

Granted, this would be made a burdensome situation for you as well—the only difference being that you’re made of the tougher materials in life and will not hesitate to kill a man when crossed against.

Their banter fades into the background, with Dongho attempting to separate the two before the duo of sisters suddenly becomes solo.

You look up at the bright and clear sky once more, enjoying the moment of peace before the storm strikes.

It’s been about three days before you determined a stopping point, in order to set up camp for the evening. Your soldiers have been on rotation since then; you figure that they should get a well-needed break.

You smirk to yourself. The joke’s on them, considering how the lower ranks are the ones who actually set up: the tents, the cots, the fires.

The sun has already set for the day; the moon shines brightly and the stars twinkle against the evening sky. It’s truly the countryside; in the city, you don’t get sights like these. Too much pollution and such. It only means you and your soldiers still have a long road back to the capitol.

A long sigh escapes you as you stand outside your tent—naturally, with Namjoo on one side and Jisoo on the other.

“What’s wrong, General?” Namjoo asks.

Jisoo turns to you. “Is something bothering you?”

You let out another sigh. “It’s less of a bother and more of a concern.”

“What kinds of concerns?” Jisoo asks. “Could we be of any help to you?”

“Considering we are your protectors,” Namjoo adds with a pointed look.

“And your best friends,” Jisoo says.

“Female best friends.”

You crack a small smile—one that rarely showed during this period. “When do you think…” Your words trail off, trying to find the correct words. “When do you think this charade should be over and done with?”

Namjoo blinks wordlessly, not seeming to understand your question.

“What do you mean, General?” Jisoo asks. “Are you referring to…? Possibly…?”

“When can I fully become (Y/N) rather than just a general?”

“You’re not just a general,” Namjoo says. “You have risen up to become the General. The one who serves and protects your kingdom best.”

“It’s not that I’m dissatisfied with my accomplishments. I’m proud of them, but I would prefer them to be my own rather than the son of the (Y/L/N) family.” You laugh inwardly at your own words.

Son. What a joke.

You did what you’ve had to, but, what was the real cost? The countless men you have killed? The women and children who were left with no one to care for them in this patriarchal society?

What about your own life? What would life had been like, had your father and brothers not been killed? Would you have been married off to a family as well? Or would you still be in the military, serving with the other soldiers like now?

There’s a moment of silence and the two struggle to find their words—whereas you’re left again to your own thoughts.

It’s Jisoo who speaks first. “I want to tell you it would all be okay and things would remain the same.”

“But?”

“But it won’t.” She tilts her head up, the stars shimmering in her eyes. “Things will be hard and things will be difficult. And, whenever you make that decision, we’ll be right here by your side.”

Namjoo elbows you with a mischievous smile. “Just as we have always done. We pride yourselves as your protector.”

Your smile grows. “That’s a relief to hear.” You turn away from them, taking a step back to push back the fabric of your tent to take a step in. “It’s too late to back out anyways.”

“Too late for what, General?” Jisoo asks.

Your head turns to her and your smile doesn’t waver. “The letter has already been sent.”

“Your majesty,” the Vice Premier says. “What do you advise us to do now?”

The King sits at this throne, setting down the newly passed message from General (Y/L/N)—only to come in view with the court.

While he may not be downright angry, he is well aware of how the court may feel. He is also unsure of what will result in his best military general, especially since the war is not exactly over and done with—considering how King Wu may still hold resentments due to the aftermath.

He glances at the letter once again, feeling his head throb. Why did you have to choose now of all times?

Just moments ago, the second messenger from your troops arrived—announcing his arrival and reading the letter aloud for the rest of the court to hear. Upon the King’s request, he had left the letter to the King, still in shock with the present state of affairs.

General (Y/L/N) is a woman.

“Your majesty,” Official Chun says, stepping out from his spot.

“Accepted, proceed.”

“It is unacceptable for a woman to be of such a high position, nevertheless a man’s rightful position. I propose we remove and replace the General.”

Official Lee steps out. “Your majesty.”

“Accepted, proceed.”

“If I may remind some of us here that we are forever indebted to the General. We continue to be so, considering the current circumstances. While he—” He pauses, before correcting himself. “While she may be a woman, she is of the (Y/L/N) family. Not only have they been loyal to the throne, serving our country for many years, they have made many great sacrifices.”

“Your majesty,” Official Kwon says.

“Accepted, proceed.”

“Official Lee is correct. We cannot just remove the General.” He pauses, not before glancing at Official Chun and his followers. “The war might be over but we still have to be alert. Allowing her removal is the equivalent of death for our country.”

Sensing Chun’s anger from the indirect remarks, Official Mae steps out. “Your majesty.”

“Accepted, proceed.”

“General (Y/L/N) is a woman. A woman with too much power shall be the root our demise.” He glances at the other side, spotting those behind the Vice Premier. “She must be put into her place before she gets too ambitious.”

Official Song steps out. “Your majesty.”

“Accepted, proceed.”

“From what we are aware, the (Y/L/N) family does not have any male heirs. Considering the circumstances, we cannot afford to replace her when there are still repercussions of the war to be settled.”

“Your majesty,” Official Chun starts to say.

However, the King puts his hand up, pausing the conversation from continuing any further. He has already made his decision: you were to keep your position. Your accomplishments have stacked up, leaving the entire country indebted to you and your trained troops. Your reputation in the military is the most impressive—no one can be compared to you.

Although, it might be too unsettling for the officials for you to remain in your position. There must be some punishment—some kind of way to appease the court while you can still maintain your position, but not harsh enough for you to refute.

“General (Y/L/N) is to keep her position,” the King announces. He continues, shutting down any more possible verbal opposition. “Our country is indebted to the General. She has obtained previous territories that have been lost in previous battles and she has won countless wars, including the one we have just won. Replacing her would only lead to our doom and, even then, we have no suitable replacement.”

Official Jeong steps out. “Your majesty.”

“Accepted, proceed.”

“I believe that’s a wise decision, as expected from our King.” He swallows apprehensively. “However, we cannot leave her be. After all, she has deceived us—including you. What shall we do with her then?”

The officials murmur and whispers are passed around. Removal is too drastic for the King, therefore an execution is already off the table. No one seems to have any ideas of a possible punishment.

That is, anyone from the court.

While the officials scramble for an idea, the Empress’ eunuch, Eunuch Hak, shuffles himself from her side to the King’s throne.

There’s a hush that falls over the court officials.

“The Empress requests an audience,” Eunuch Hak whispers to the King.

“Accepted.”

From behind her golden curtain, the Empress lifts herself from her spot and gracefully walks towards the court. Her head is held high with elegance and her footsteps are light—almost as if she’s gliding. The officials bow their heads as she walks between them, no one daring to look up at her.

She stops in front of the throne, smiling as she looks up at the King.

“Mother,” he says. “How do you suppose we deal with this predicament?”

“I am proposing a marriage.”

The whispers start up again, unsure of what the Empress is trying to plan.

“Your highness,” Official Kwon says. “To whom do you think the General shall be married to?”

Her smile grows. “I believe that the second nephew is the most suitable candidate.”

“Second nephew?”

“She doesn’t mean—”

“The second prince?”

The King straightens in his seat, intrigued with the idea. “You are proposing a marriage between the most distinguished figure in Korea and Yoon Jeonghan?” He takes a small breath in, leaning back with a cocked eyebrow as he contemplates the idea.

Official Jeong speaks up once more. “Your highness, can you elaborate more as to how this is a suitable punishment?”

“If you ask me, it’s explanatory,” Official Chun mumbles under his breath.

Official Mae smirks at the comment, whispering back. “Prince Yoon is nothing more than a joke to the royal family.”

The Empress lets out a small sigh, proceeding to pretend as if she didn’t hear the rude comments about her grandson.

“It’s not about punishment.” she says. “It’s about balance.” Seeing the apprehensive look from the King, she continues. “Jeonghan is rather unorthodox. He spends much of his time dancing at the brothels and admiring artwork rather than martial arts or sports.”

There’s a murmur of agreement amongst the officials.

The Empress takes it as a sign to continue. “While he is a healthy man with three lovers, he is still uncommitted and unmarried. If the two were to be married, it can help solve the problems that are occurring for both parties.”

The King nods silently, but awaits for the court.

“Your majesty,” Official Kwon says.

“Accepted, proceed.”

“Her highness makes a good argument. I agree.” He thinks for a moment. “Not only would the General be married off to produce a male heir, but the rumors of Prince Yoon could also settle down once he’s married.”

“Your majesty,” Official Lee says.

“Accepted, proceed.”

“I agree with her highness and Official Kwon. This is more advantageous on our part,” he says. “I mean no offense when I say this, but Prince Yoon’s reputation is rather…” He pauses. “Unfavorable, at the moment. The General can help with that change and his with hers when the news spread in the villages.”

“Your majesty,” the Vice Premier says. “Shall we proceed with the marriage then?”

“Yes, we shall,” the King says with a nod. “From this day, we shall begin the wedding preparations. Once the General arrives back to the capital, Prince Yoon Jeonghan will become her husband.”

The Empress moves herself to the sidelines as the King stands up, causing the officials to stop in their spots and lower their heads once more. He steps down from his throne, starting his descent down the stairs and onto the path laid out for him.

The Vice Premier follows him from the right and his majesty’s eunuch, Eunuch Boo, follows him from the left—their conversation continuing in hushed tones.

The Empress leaves shortly after the King’s departure with Eunuch Hak on one side and Court Lady Nam on the other, leaving the officials with themselves.

“Court Lady Nam,” she says. “You shall inform Princess Consort Yoon.”

“Yes, your highness.”

She turns to her right. “Eunuch Hak.”

“Yes, your highness?”

“Begin the wedding preparations.”

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We’re gonna be okay

Diego x reader

Summary: You and Diego worked out a system for a situation if he ever comes to your place while being in the highest form of distress and needs your help. He assured you it won’t happen often. Until one night, it finally did.

A/N: i feel like i’ve read the whole tumblr dot com worth of diego x reader fanfics and yet i still wanted more, so the desperate need to finally write something myself has been fulfilled. i would actually love to take requests, so if you want, dont hesitate to message/ask me! im ready to write fics and headcanons :) (my blog might seem new but ive been on tumblr for years and years and i finally dedicated a new blog to mostly reader inserts, either my own or reblogging others)

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack, gender neutral reader

Wordcount: 3,350

There was a knock on the door.

It was pretty late, but not too late for it to be Diego yet.

Or so you thought.

You got up kinda lazily from a comfortable chair you had situated in the corner of a room, at first designed mainly for reading or napping, but ending up doing absolutely whatever you could on the spot. Eating pizza, watching netflix, browsing through the internet after long working hours that you put in into your tiny art selling business.

You slightly opened the door and already plastered a semi-fake smile for a possible neighbor, but in front of you stood Diego.

Your dear friend, who was at the moment soaked from the rain outside, with big eyes, fast breathing and bloody hands.

Bloody hands?!

“Hello to you too, friend!” you said quite worried, quickly patting him down for signs of any physical pain. For the first time in a while he seemed fine, unscarred.

Your eyes finally went up, literally scanning his face but it was completely unreadable.

His eyes were wide and he looked as if he couldn’t comprehend what was going on around him.

You looked down again and took his fists into your hands. His own palms unclenched and you could see that they were heavily bloodied.

“Diego.. whose blood is it?”

No answer.

You rushed him inside and closed the door behind the two of you, facing the damn vigilante again.

“Diego, I need to know who’s blood is on your hands,” your voice grew steadier as you knitted your brows together in worry and confusion.

Only then the guy decided to move his arms and you noticed how shaky he is. He connected his two index fingers in the form of a cross, pressing it to his chest.

Your own eyes went wide now as you stumbled back a few steps and your mind went blank.

You instantly remembered a night that happened a few years back. He has come in crumbling through your window and was obviously in some new form of distress, that you couldn’t quite understand yet.

“Diego?” it seemed like your voice didn’t reach his ears, so you tried calling out his name again, getting up from the couch and patting him lightly on the body, to determine any sign of an injury.

It looked like there was none, so you tried to reach his gaze that was somewhat absentminded, all over the place, scanning everything but not meeting your eyes.

He was a tough guy, and you knew it. You knew that if you want to get answers, you need to either get them yourself or make yourself heard, until he cannot ignore you any longer.

“Diego Hargreeves, what is going on?” your voice was soft yet determined.

His dark orbs finally stopped on your face and he just shook his head, his breathing oddly fast for a man who was just simply standing.

You continued to push. You didn’t have the best day either, and to be interrupted at 1am by his visit was nothing new, but you couldn’t let him have this behaviour. Even though you’re friends, that didn’t automatically mean that he could do whatever he wanted.

Throughout the whole night he didn’t say a thing, but when you started adding volume to your voice, he.. he just broke down.

That night, you’ve witnessed Diego experience a panic attack. Caused by yourself.

You couldn’t fall asleep that night, even after you eventually calmed him down and the only thing that was left to do for you was to watch him sleep and slowly rubbing circles on his exposed arm out of the blanket.

It felt like neons before you noticed a first ray of sunshine drawing from the half-closed curtains, making you spring to your feet and drag your ass to the kitchen, trying to think of what to do for breakfast.

When you figured the recipe out and finished cooking, Diego was already up and joined you near the kitchen counter, next to which you had two stools.

He settled on one of them, looking at you.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you couldn’t muster anything better, so you just put a plate in front of him and then sat next to his side, simply digging into your portion of scrambled eggs.

“About last night, y/n..” he drifted off, probably at first deciding that it’s better to fill his stomach a little bit.

In the meantime you didn’t dare to speak up and just waited for him to say something, anything.

When he finished his meal, he finally turned to you with a sigh.

“You know that one guy I told you ‘bout? That we.. we do some vigilante shit together from time to time?”

You just nodded, not meeting his eyes.

“Well. I guess I could count him as a close friend. You know.. and,” this was followed by a slight pause and clearing of the throat.

“He died yesterday. I couldn’t save him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up to Diego and all that vulnerability and hurt that you’ve clearly seen yesterday just overtaking him were completely gone. Now present only a strong facade that he mastered whenever he needed to hide from showing emotions. You hated it.

“Shit, Diego..” you spoke quietly and softly, all the words seemed to have left you in all the things unsaid in your throat. But you tried to continue.

“I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for pushing you over the edge. I.. I didn’t know what happened so I just acted how we would normally do,” he smirked at that, merely for a second, but you still caught it.

“Look, I.. I know, “ he simply said and then it felt as if he was weighting pros and cons of telling you something else that was clearly on his chest.

“You always help me out. Every single night I come to you.. Why do you do it, y/n?” Diego’s eyes were steadily turned your way.

At the sudden question you raised an eyebrow, “well, I.. I care about you.”

He lightly bit his lower lip and turned his gaze away, clearly thinking about something really hard.

“Okay,” he finally said, “y/n, do you think I could ask you for a favour then?”

At that your eyes met and you felt nervous, for some reason.

You really liked him. Not just like a friend. But you understood that there probably won’t be a chance for you two to ever become a couple (mostly considering that you didn’t believe that he could feel about you this way), so you settled for friendship anyways, since you two really got along well.

And having this handsome tough guy as a friend? Damn, just that is already some kind of luck swinging your way.

But your feelings of course meant that.. you’d do more for him than what you’d do just for a friend. You would get out of your comfort zone just to help him with injuries or hear him talk about his girlfriend (at the time, now they were broken up) and how they argued so much that he ended up on the streets and didn’t really want to go to his lonely place at the gym.

And you took him in. You always did. And since the day you became friends you always care for him.

And you’d care now once again.

“What is it?” in your tone danced a question, troubled with what he might ask for.

“Well, yesterday-“ he cut himself from finishing and cleared his throat, starting over.

“I imagine we’re gonna be friends for a long time, right?”

You just pushed your brows up with a small nod in affirmation.

“I never had.. anyone, really, to help me with the states I often got into,” you immediately thought of Eudora, wasn’t his ex-girlfriend supposed to be his support pillar? Or is he just making you feel sorry for him-

“Or I didn’t ever trust anyone that much, you know,” oh, okay, that kind of explains that then.

“And I guess.. I trust you enough? To share this?” he talked quietly and mumbled a lot so you realised soon you won’t be able to hear him at all.

You grabbed his hands with yours and caught his attention this way.

You were never really touchy together, but occasional hugs and even holding hands was kind of a standard for you from time to time.

His eyes met yours again and you cursed yourself for your heartbeat getting faster. This is not an appropriate moment to get butterflies in your stomach, dammit.

“I’m listening, Diego,” you confirmed, nodding again.

“Okay. It’s- it’s just really h-hard to talk about this,” he stuttered a bit, but with the next breath continued again, “When there’s some situation that’s just completely fucked up, like losing someone close to me, or- or somethin’ else, I don’t know.. I finish what I need at the scene where it happened but when I come home I just,” he breathed some air in and you felt his hands squeeze yours a bit tighter, “I just break down, you know? Sometimes it’s just all too much for me and I don’t know how to deal with it and I would just wanna.. someone to hold me, I guess? Otherwise when someone’s trying to talk at me or somethin’ I just get even more worked up and it’s even worse.”

It all started to come together in your mind. Even though it sounded really strange to hear Diego talk about things like.. wanting to be held and shit. But you always guessed there’s a far bigger sweetheart and a soft boy underneath all those harness and knives.

You tried to pick your words carefully.

“So when I started to ask you shit.. You just flipped. Basically because I was talking at you a lot and you couldn’t take it anymore, right?”

He sighed and looked somewhere up, nodding bit by bit.

“Yeah, yep. That was it.”

You clapped at his hands lightly, to bring his focus back again and he looked at you and mustered a sad, faint smile.

You did the same. In the world you lived in, unforeseen and unfortunate events were happening left and right and thinking about his childhood and everything.. no wonders he developed such a huge reaction and coping mechanism to something catastrophic happening.

“That’s okay, Diego. I’m here for you, I mean it. Let’s just talk about some things what I should and shouldn’t do when you come here in that state, alright? I just want you to feel comfortable.”

“Alright. Thank you, y/n,” he was looking down now, the whole morning kinda failing to meet your gaze and just rubbed his thumb across your hand, which send you heart into a race again.

You slowly let go of him, making an excuse to go wash the dishes.

After a while you looked behind you where he sat and said, “We also need some sort of a sign that you can easily show me, since you’re not really talkative when you get like this.”

Apparently he already used said “sign” somewhere, because he had it on the ready.

It was his hands clutching in fists, index fingers crossing each other in a form of a cross, pressed to his chest.

“Something like this. But don’t worry, I don’t think it’ll happen often. That would be really sad,” he laughed a little and then looked at you somewhat longingly and you averted your eyes back to the sink, nodding.

You almost forgot about that and now it all come flooding back.

Something terrible must’ve happened. You were panicking, but you had to stay strong, for him.

He was still standing in your hallway, with a crossed index fingers pressed to his chest.

“Okay, okay..” you mumbled more to yourself than to him, taking his hands into yours and looking him up and down.

He really seemed.. disconnected. It was kind of scary and you tried so hard not to think about what happened. Or about who died.

“Here, come with me, Diego,” you led him by the hand towards your couch as he was holding onto you, but his usual grip was gone.

You both ended up on a sofa and you really didn’t know how to act around him now, because.. he didn’t talk, didn’t look at you but when he did, his eyes were wide and big and he just seemed suddenly like a small boy to you.

Hopefully he won’t remember this tomorrow, you thought and tried to smile a little bit at him.

“Okay. Can you get your hands up for me, baby boy?” You’ve decided to approach this situation as if you were just babysitting an overgrown child.

Because nothing bad happens to children normally, right? And if you kept thinking about him as usual grown man Diego, you’d lose your mind in the process, wanting to scream and shake him by the shoulders until he spills you what happened.

Being Diego’s friend pushed you to new limits each day, truly.

He didn’t bat an eyelid at your tone change and word choosing, just obliging and putting his hands up.

You helped him to get his knives down and put his black turtleneck over his head, so now he sat shirtless right next to you, hands still smeared with blood.

Goddamit the blood!

You took him by the elbows and lead Diego to the bathroom, where you helped to get the red out of his hands. At the sight of blood dripping down into the sink you deciphered a whimper from him, even through the sound of running water and looked up.

Diego couldn’t stop looking down at his hands and tears were running down his cheeks.

You quickly took his face into your wet hands from the water and forced him to look away and lock his gaze with yours.

“Hey, don’t look at it, okay? It’ll only make you stressed. Until I’m done you can just close you eyes, okay?”

“Oh-okay,” he said and just closed his eyes here and there.

You sighed and tried to finish washing his hands as fast as possible, cursing under your breath pretty often.

“I’m sorry..” you heard him mumble and when you looked up, his eyes were still shut.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about.. We’ll talk about this tomorrow, right? Don’t worry. You’re safe now,” you smiled as you were already wrapping his hands in a towel and his eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening.

You stayed looking at each other for a second longer than necessary, but then you already lead him away to the bedroom area, where you actually tucked him in, wrapping in a soft blanket and then rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a few cookies and then leaving it on a plate next to him on the night table.

You almost made yourself comfortable on the couch, when he suddenly called out your name from the bed.

You sprung to your feet, thinking he’s actually hurt but you didn’t notice or that- “Can you... stay with me? P-please?” he asked, disrupting your train of thought. You did expect this, but still felt really shy about that.

Diego is vulnerable right now and does need your help and presence though.

And there wouldn’t be anything you wouldn’t do for him.

“Sure,” and after this simple answer you carefully climbed in next to him covering you both with a blanket and he curled up closer to you, almost immediately falling asleep.

From one point of view it felt like you wouldn’t sleep at all tonight, but from the other one.. you actually fell asleep just as fast as he did.

To nobody’s surprise you woke up first and actually flinched at the sight of sleeping Diego inches from your own face.

Your mind went running with ideas what happened and what’s going on until you realised the real deal and your brain caught up to yesterday’s shenanigans.

It was a wild ride and you were thankful that now it’s - most probably - over.

Your eyes were subconsciously scanning his face, until you realised what you’re doing, but you didn’t stop even then.

You’ve never been this close to his face yet and now you could admire and explore every part of it.

Having feelings for a friend that’s laying in the same bed with you at the moment is really not the healthiest thing that could’ve happened to you, huh..

You actually froze and your heart started racing billion times faster when you realised that you have a weight of his arm around your waist, pulling you closer from his sleep.

He grunted and his nose was now in your hair, shuffling a little to get more comfortable.

You had no idea how to change positions, especially when being held by such a strong arm as his and you got a feeling like Diego might actually wake up just about now, so the best solution that came into your mind was to forcefully close your eyes shut and pretend that you’re still sleeping.

He did, indeed, wake up. You were suddenly pushed to the other side of the bed, arm disappearing from your waist and a waterfall of curses fell from his lips quietly.

You used up all your acting stamina to make a believable scene of you gaining your conscious from the deep slumber that you were obviously in, stretched your arms for a good effect and finally opened your eyes.

You immediately signed up for a staring contest as soon as you looked at him and smiled a little. His face remained unreadable but perhaps a little bit flustered?.. But you may be reading too much into it.

“Hi,” you said with a higher tone than intended and Diego just nodded at that.

You tried your luck by addressing the elephant in the room right away, you never liked ignoring the problems that were always looming over you, “care to tell me what happened yesterday?”

He drew a big sigh and rested his head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. At first because you really wanted to know the mystery, but the longer you looked at him, the more you realised that you’re just admiring the beauty that he holds, until his words fell like a dead weight right onto your shoulders.

“I found Eudora’s body yesterday. I couldn’t get to the place in time and someone killed her.”

What?

It felt like what he said was simply a trick of your imagination. You liked Eudora yourself, she was a very intelligent and an interesting person, you two often hung out and that feeling didn’t cease even after you found out that she and Diego started dating.

And even when they broke up some months after, you still found your way to spend time with her. So did Diego.

You wanted to cry, but thought that it might be insensitive towards him, because he was much closer to her than you were, so you tried to swallow your forming tears down.

“I’m.. I’m so sorry, Diego..”

“It’s your loss too, I know it, y/n,” he looked at you with much softer look this time.

“Come here,” he said a little bit hesitantly and opened up one arm towards you.

This was unusual, but maybe last night’s events tore down some walls?.. Who knows.

You almost threw yourself into his embrace and once your forehead rested on his chest, you started crying.

From everything, honestly. There’s been problems at work, your seemingly unrequited feelings for Diego didn’t help much either and now you learned that you lost one of your friends.

He started rubbing circles on your back, just letting you get those emotions out, while you two were hugging each other on the bed in your apartment.

And as you slowly started to calm down, he said a gentle, “it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay”

#diego x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #tua diego #diego reader insert #the umbrella academy #tua fanfic #umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves #number two

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yukiobeyme · 4 years

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Hi there! Just wondering if you could possibly write hcs for trans Beel or trans Satan? But if you can’t that’s fine.

I am supposed to doing my Civil Engineering HW? Yes.

I am coming back from the dead to answer this? Yes.

Can I talk about Trans!Beel and Trans!Satan all day? God Yes. Please ask me more talk to more about LGBTQIA+ and how it fits in Obey Me!

Thank you so much I hope I do this some justice. I am sorry how it got so long, but I got in the groove for this and I just came up with other ideas

Beel has some implied body issues, mention of top surgery and T-shots

So you more or less got Satan’s coming out story, I could have just written it as a fic and it would have probably been shorter and more concise. But I did add other headcanons as well and accidentally hc how Satan got his everyday outfit.

*Also disclaimer: Satan’s hc focus a lot on Parrotfish by Ellen Wittlinger being a gateway for him figuring out his identity. I have heard of it and seen both good and bad reviews. I recognize that some bad reviews implied that there are possibly inaccurate stereotypes but was a good starting point to introducing Trans Characters to fiction. I have never read it and can not confirm or deny what the reviews say.

Beelzebub:

From a young age he wondered why and how Belphegor were twins when he was a girl.

It caused a distaste in his mouth but more often than not he pushed it away.

It wasn’t until the Fall; did he finally act on it.

The first time he was called “sir” his heart almost burst out of his chest

He immediately told a sleepily Belphegor about it, he figured he wouldn’t remember in the morning

But boy was he wrong, it turns out Belphegor laid awake after Beel told him that. In the morning they talked about it again. Belphie offered his full support.

Belphie became Beel biggest piece in his support system. Like sure a lot of problems, he said maybe a nap or food would help. But it turns out he was right? (Well for the most part) but whenever Beel felt like everyone hated him and judging him, Belphie would wrap him up in the softest blanket in the house and they would take a nap together. Or when Beel seemed to be angry at everything and hated everyone, Belphie pulled him to the kitchen and made his favorite meal.

Randomly one day Belphie asked about how Beel felt about himself. “Like it doesn’t matter if you pass in someone else’s eyes or not, but do you like how you look?”

That’s when Beelz really got into bodybuilding and weightlifting

While he didn’t necessarily come out to the rest of the brothers, but none of them came out as cis so he wasn’t going to go out of his way and come out as trans

“working your legs naturally helps build more testosterone, so does eating eggs,” it was Satan that told him shyly behind a book if Beelz noticed that Satan was eating more eggs and even doing leg exercising he said nothing

Satan and Beel would have random conversations about gender and identity. Most times Belphie sat in on it. Asking questions or making comments.

Before he got top surgery, he would wear full-body binders, he had a standard black and white, but he also had an orange one. Completely confident to wear them by themselves.

After top surgery, he showed off (as he should)

Takes pride in his body and the work and effort he put into it. To make it his own.

· T shots doesn’t help with his appetite at all, the horror that went through the house when the avatar of gluttony appetite almost doubled. After a few weeks, it averaged out to be just a little more than pre-T but the brothers none the less both impressed and mortified

Belphie immediately opened his closet to Beel, like Beel occasionally stole clothes before, but this time Belphie made sure that Beel knew whatever he wanted he could take.

Asmo was definitely down to help Beel with shopping, but he turned him down. Favoring to go with Belphie

Faced little backlash, only some sports watchers had problems with it but were quickly shut down. Though even after all these centuries some people still have problems. But Beel has learned to keep his head high but knows he is allowed to be upset and hurt by their words. But he also knows he can go to any of his brothers for comfort and to regroup.

Beelz doesn’t get the same attention and attraction that Satan does, but he doesn’t mind. Though when he sees younger lgbtqia+ looking in awe at him at the gym, he usually swings by to see if they have any questions or need tips.

Okay, wait hear me out… Definitely created a club specifically for lgbtqia+ to have the gym and exercise together. Whether it was leading a class, he has gotten Asmo to lead a few yoga/ meditations or letting them break out into groups and giving them tips on stance or what exercises could build muscles to help them pass. But most importantly teaches/reminds everyone that their body is their own. That no matter what happened to them, their body is theirs. It can look however they want and even if it doesn’t look perfect, it is still is worthy of love and self-care. “The only opinions that matter is your own, it is your body. Claim and make it your own. No one can take it away from you”

Satan offered to let him borrow Parrotfish, Beel isn’t too interested but Belphie wanted to read it to him.

Overall Beel is confident and comfortable with his body and his identity. On his bad days, he knows he has endless support from Belphie and his other brothers.

Satan:

You know that feeling when something clicks and its that chilling calm that covers your body? Satan was reading a random book, Parrotfish by Ellen Wittlinger.

First came out to Asmodeus, because Satan knew Asmo would accept him and help him in whatever way Asmo could.

And of course, Satan was nervous because Asmo couldn’t go to the others not yet. Satan planned it out that Lucifer was on Earth and expected to be there for a week, so Satan had time to execute his plan.

Asmo was worried when Satan came to him all serious. Well, Satan is always serious but this time the nervousness and lack of confidence made Asmodeus sit still and hold his breath. Asmodeus was attentive as Satan slowly stumbled through his prepared speech, which mainly focused on talking about the book he had just finished.

Asmo didn’t understand until he saw how heartbroken and lost Satan looked. He was frantic in a sense and blurted out something along the lines of, “So, you wish you were a parrotfish?” while it wasn’t necessarily the best thing to say, the laugh it go out of Satan and the uncertainty in his smile was worth it.

Asmodeus took it upon himself to go shopping for Satan, getting him new more masculine clothes.

It was Levi that got Satan’s his first Binder, “A lot of cosplayers wear them, so you should be okay for some light exercising in it”

Soon all the brothers, well except Lucifer knew and the day Lucifer came back, Satan hid and avoided him.

Satan should have known better, but he was still surprised when Lucifer summoned for him

He was terrified.

When he entered the room, he couldn’t meet Lucifer’s eyes. But when he spared the glance, he saw the disappointment in Lucifer’s eye. Satan tried to swallow around the lump in his throat and ignore the burning in his eyes.

“What are you wearing?” Not exactly what Satan thought Lucifer was going to say first. “Was it Asmodeus?” “Ugh” Lucifer shook his head and strolled to his closet and threw the door open and went searching for something. “Ah, there it is,” Lucifer returned with a yellow sweater. “This would be more suiting for you,” Lucifer offered the sweater to Satan.

“You aren’t mad?”

“The only thing I’m relatively mad at is how offensive that outfit is,”

“I might have shoes too, but they might be a little big on you,”

Satan left wearing his new sweater and shoes on, laughing how he had to keep a black undershirt on, and the shoes flopped due to being too big. But he left with a lot of weight off his shoulders and high in spirits.

That sweater is the famous one you still see him wear today. He wonders why Lucifer would have such a bright color and when he asked Lucifer just made a face and rolled his eyes as he replied with “Asmodeus thought I needed to brighten my wardrobe.”

Satan loves it, its soft and bright. It’s a little too low cut for his liking but an undershirt fixed that problem. And it doesn’t hug his chest and honestly, it’s his favorite piece of clothing

Parrotfish is a permanent book in his room and he reads it once a year. And has special scenes marked, so he can go back and read certain passages when needed

Once Satan came out to Barbatos and Diavolo they both requested to read the book and met with him for tea to talk about the book and life.

Lucifer even snagged the book for a bit. (He tried to be sneaky about it and Satan pretended not to notice)

Asmodeus and Mammon is chaotic with their support, it nice and needed but can also be overboard but he knows they do it out of love. Pride is a huge thing at the house and Asmo decided to do a gender reveal party for Satan

Beelzebub, Belphegor and Levi are supportive like they are ready to fight anyone who gives Satan any issues about his gender and gender identity, but they are as obnoxious as Asmo and Mammon. They will sit with him, talk to him, or just quietly listen. Most times they can’t offer help and admit they don’t know what to say other then they are here for him and willing to listen to whatever he needs to talk about.

Lucifer is quiet support. At first, Satan thought he didn’t approve but then Lucifer would make a random statement or ask for clarification that made Satan feel comfortable. Lucifer glared at anyone who even thought about giving Satan a weird look.

Satan’s go to binder color is a light grey and most times it just a crop top rather than a full-body one. Though he has an aqua blue one he wears occasionally. (I have a drawing of this somewhere lmao)

Satan tried to give himself his first haircut but Asmo had to come in and fix up the mess and disaster he created. Sure, his hair was way too short for his liking, but it wasn’t long anymore.

Over the years has learned the different meanings behind the looks he gets, whether it’s in disgust or that longing look that demons that aren’t out give him. He somehow occasionally becomes a dad to other trans! Demons. Whether it's long talks or if it's just quick tips that help him through the years.

Ironically enough, Lucifer is his biggest support or the one he relies on the most during days or moments when Satan feels terrible. Because Lucifer won’t be fussing all over him or beat around the bush about it. Sometimes he will state he too busy to talk but will leave and come back with hot tea and Satan’s favorite biscuits. Lucifer sometimes sends him away to grab his homework and they will just work in silence together. While Satan hates to admit how much he appreciates Lucifer for these moments, it helps a lot.

Last one! The first formal after Satan came out, he realized he didn’t have clothes for it. Out of all the styles and outfits he had gotten nothing formal ever came through. His brothers came through though. Asmo couldn’t convince him on any of his extra formal wear so he went around finding pieces that the other brothers weren’t using. Satan was only missing a jacket, but the outfit looked perfect. When he ran into Lucifer, Lucifer brought him to his room and offered him one of his simpler jackets and touch him how to pin it to tailor the sleeves to a better height.

#trans satan #trans beel #trans beelzbub #obey me #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #yuki writes #Yuki Writes!#hiding this in tags but I thought about Autistic Satan and Autistic Levi

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the--blackdahlia · 4 years

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It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 19

Title: It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 19

Summary: Stevie Adler likes Duff McKagan. She has for a while now, but she is convinced Duff doesn’t like her that way. Duff likes Stevie, but so does their new bandmate Axl Rose.

Chapter Warnings: Language mainly

AN: Thank you for all the feedback!

Matt was good. Duff didn’t want him to be, because he felt he was disrespecting Stevie by admitting it, but Matt was really fucking good. It sounded as close to the original line up as they could get without being the original line up. There were some obvious sound differences, but that couldn’t be helped.

The worked on the album, well actually, there were two. Axl had pushed for enough material to cover two albums, so that’s what they were doing. Duff and Izzy both thought that some songs should be cut out and just one album released. But Axl wouldn’t budge, even insisting that both albums needed released on the same day.

“Fine!” Duff threw his hands up in the air. “Whatever gets you to shut up!”

“He’s just pissy that he hasn’t gotten laid since Stevie found out she was pregnant,” Slash teased with a smirk on his face. Duff glared at the guitarist.

“Our sex life is none of your business,” Duff growled.

“But you’re not denying it,” Izzy laughed. Dizzy stood in front of Duff, stopping him from attacking the two guitarists.

“How is she doing?” Matt asked, trying to calm the situation.

“She keeps having pains and her blood sugar won’t stay balanced,” Duff told him, running his fingers through his hair to calm himself down. “I just want her to be okay. I’m trying to convince her to just relax in Seattle while we’re on tour, but she wants to go still.”

“Because she’s stubborn,” Dizzy pointed out. He had only played with her for a little bit, but from the stories he had been told about before her and Duff got together, they were both stubborn.

“She just wants to make sure you’re not tapping anything on the road,” Axl added.

“Thanks for having faith in me not fucking up my marriage guys. Means a lot,” Duff sighed. “I just don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“She’s how many months along now?” Matt asked. “I think you guys are in the clear.”

“Yeah,” Duff took a breath. Management had scheduled the first leg of the tour to end around Stevie’s due date, so Duff would get to spend about a month or so with his wife and baby before he had to go back out on tour. Which he really didn’t want to do. He wanted to be able to stay longer to help Stevie.

He wanted to be a better dad than his had been.

“Hello?” He heard Stevie’s voice. Duff turned and smiled when he saw his wife standing in the doorway of the studio room. The guys all greeted her like they hadn’t seen her the day before, going off about how good it was to see her, how she was glowing, etc. She walked over and gave Duff a quick kiss on the lips.

“Everything okay?” Duff asked, slightly worried that her impromptu visit was to tell him something bad. But she smiled and nodded, chasing away some of his fears.

“Everything’s great. Doctor said little bean here is growing nicely,” Stevie explained. “Actually, she was able to tell me the gender.” That got everyone’s attention.

“Well, what is it?” Axl asked, watching her. “I bet it’s a boy. Axl McKagan is going to be so cool.” Stevie just smiled and handed Duff a small shopping bag. After her doctor’s appointment, she had stopped stopped at the mall and found a cute little outfit to use to announce the gender. Duff took the bag and opened it, peering inside. He looked up at Stevie.

“Really?” He asked. She nodded. He slowly pulled out the small outfit to show the guys. A little pink onesie with little flowers on it. “We’re having a girl!” He jumped up and wrapped his arms around Stevie, pulling her to him and giving her a deep kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” She smiled at him. The next thing Duff knew, the rest of the band, even Axl, were coming over to give her hugs and there were talks about a band baby shower at the Rainbow, how they would invite everyone who played the scene and how “Bailey or Rose McKagan” would be the most glammed out baby. Duff stood back and watched, the smile never leaving his face.

****

Unfortunately, the rest of that afternoon didn’t go as smoothly as the morning had. Because after Stevie announced the gender to the band, Axl started being a total asshole, yelling at everyone and just being a dick. Izzy had stormed out after a fight with Axl about the guitar line he was working on. That had been hours ago, and honestly, Duff and Slash were a little worried about him. Since Axl obviously wasn’t going to continue practicing, the two decided to go look for the guitarist themselves. Plus, Stevie had invited Izzy and Slash for dinner, and Duff didn’t want to disappoint her.

“You know where we have to go,” Slash told Duff as they headed out to their cars. “We gotta go to Ventura.”

“Why?” Duff asked. Slash stared at him.

“You’re kidding, right?” Slash asked. “That’s where all the gay bars are.”

“How do we even know that’s where Izzy is?” Duff asked.

“How do we know he’s not there?” Slash countered. Duff sighed.

“Stevie’s never gonna let me live this down,” Duff sighed. “Come on, let’s go.”

****

“Which one?” Duff asked. “Like, you and Vince have been hanging out with Izzy a lot. If you don’t know, he might?”

“I think I have a matchbook of Izzy’s,” Slash rummaged in his jacket and pulled out a matchbook for a bar called The Place. “It’s worth a shot.”

Together, they headed into the bar. They didn’t have hopes of finding Izzy, but as they looked around, Duff spotted something in the corner booth

“Slash,” He snagged the guitarist. “Look.” He pointed over to the booth. Sure enough, Izzy was there, a blond kissing on his neck. Izzy’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t see Slash and Duff walking up to him. The blond had slipped his hand into Izzy’s unbuttoned shirt, about ready to ask him if he wanted to get out of there.

“Uhm hum,” Duff said. Izzy opened one eye and groaned.

“What the fuck?” He sighed. “How did you find me?”

“You gave me a matchbook. It was a hunch,” Slash reported. The blond looked at them and Slash swore he knew him from somewhere. And the bright pink leggings looked familiar.

“Who’s this?” He asked. “Your boyfriend?”

“Bandmates,” Izzy sighed. “Very, very cruel bandmates.” Izzy leaned over and gave him a kiss. “I’ll see you later sweetheart.” Izzy got up and walked up to Duff and Slash, Slash still staring at the blond until Izzy pulled him towards the bar

“Is that...was that…” Slash asked.

“Whoever you think it is, it’s not,” Izzy laughed. “But what are you two doing here?”

“Well, we were gonna get you to come practice, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen,” Duff told him. “Stevie wants to know if you want to come over for dinner too.”

“You cockblocked me for that?” Izzy asked with a sigh. “Dinner, yes. Practice, not today. Axl’s been an ass to me since...well, you know.” Izzy looked around the bar, and he swore for a second he saw a familiar redhead, but he shook his head. “Come on Duff, dinner sounds good.”

****

Later that night after Izzy and Slash had left, Duff and Stevie were laying in bed, cuddled up next to each other. They were still at the condo, Slash would come by and stay occasionally, but he had moved in with his girlfriend. So it was just Duff and Stevie. The TV was on, and Duff was barely paying attention as he rubbed small circles on Stevie’s belly.

“The doctor said it’ll probably be another month or so before we can feel her moving,” Stevie explained. “Maybe she’ll be a calm baby.” She watched as Duff traced patterns on her stomach.

“She’s half drummer. I highly doubt it,” Duff laughed. “Are you sure you feel up to going on tour with us?”

“Of course,” She nodded. “If I feel sick, I can just stay in the hotel room while you go live the rockstar life.” She shrugged.

“I just want to make sure you and our little girl are okay,” Duff kissed the top of Stevie’s head. “What happens after she’s born?”

“Well, you’ll have a little time off,” Stevie told him. “I thought we could have her in Seattle if we can, and we’ll be in our house. I miss our house.”

“I know baby,” Duff rubbed her belly gently. “When I’m on tour, my mom and siblings said they would help you. I don’t want to leave you, though.” His voice trailed off, causing Stevie looked up at her husband.

“Babe? Are you okay?” She asked. Duff nodded, but she could see the tears in his eyes. She sat up and looked at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to be a horrible father,” Duff told her. Stevie stared at him.

“Where is this coming from?”

“I...my dad, he was a shit father,” Duff explained. “And his father was a shit father. And I’m sure his was too. I mean, the deck is stacked against me. I’m going to be a shitty dad…”

“Duff McKagan, you stop that right now,” Stevie stared at her husband. “You are not your dad, or your grandfather. You are you, and so far, you’re doing a lot better than any of our parents.”

“I don’t want to fuck up,” He told her, a tear falling down his face. Stevie quickly pulled him to her, holding him close. She rubbed his arms, trying to help him relax and get all those silly notions out of his head.

“You won’t,” She whispered. “Everyone makes mistakes. We’ll do things that will make our little girl hate us, like ground her or set curfews or tell her that she can’t go to a concert at the Whiskey because it’s a school night, but as long as she knows that she’s loved and supported, that’s what matters.” Duff just nodded. “And we’re in this together, no matter what. Even when you get tired of me.” She smiled at him and he returned a snorted laugh.

“I’ve been in love with you for years. I’m not letting you go anytime soon,” Duff kissed her skin gently. He let her hold him as he sang softly into her shoulder, both of them drifting off after a little while.

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#it's so easy and other lies #guns n roses #duff mckagan #steven adler #duff mckagan x steven adler #fanfiction

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phantom-does-a-thing · 4 years

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WIP introduction

Here we go, WIP introduction again. I’ve talked about this WIP way too much without actually giving an introduction.

Title: A matter of time and roses

Genre: Kind of adventure, kind of fantasy I don’t really know

Featuring: The impending question of “what on earth is your gender” throughout most of it, time travel, shapeshifting, celestial beings

Warnings: None that I know of

POV: First Person

Setting: Somewhere in America I don’t know I don’t usually think about that stuff

Status: First draft

Summary: Jay is trying his hardest to cause the apocalypse and somehow Ry is involved in this. Jay—who is a shapeshifter—is from a different timeline. Something that Ry didn’t even think existed until now. She doesn’t really want the apocalypse so she has to try to stop him, only to figure out that there’s a much bigger threat that looms. She comes across some interesting people in this time and hopefully they can work together and stop Jay, and whoever else is pulling all the strings from behind.

(Characters and other stuff under the cut)

Ry:

Her full name is Rylan but no one needs to know that. No one needs to know if she’s a boy or a girl either. She’s got short cut black hair, brown eyes and a face covered in freckles. She’s snarky and really not cut out to stop the apocalypse from happening, but she’s going to anyway. Though she doesn’t do very well under pressure and can be very impulsive. She’s trying her hardest and even though she’s not the strongest, or the smartest, don’t underestimate her.

Maribel:

She’s Ry’s best friend and has been there for Ry since elementary school. Maribel is short tempered, you don’t want to get on her bad side. She cares about her friends deeply. She’s pretty good with first aid (which comes in handy when your best friend is a total idiot) but she’s not the best. She’s got long brown hair and green eyes. Maribel is really a sweet girl, as long as you don’t make her angry.

Tyler:

He’s obnoxious and annoying but he means well (I think). He’s from a timeline ahead of Ry’s. The same one that Jay comes from. Tyler always carries a baseball bat with him and wont hesitate to smack someone with it. He’s a pretty good fighter but not really the smartest. He likes to piss people off and get a rise out of them (specifically Maribel and Veo). He’s blunt and doesn’t really have a filter but you can’t get rid of him. He’s got dark skin, short black hair and brown eyes, plus a scar running down his left eye.

Veo: (if you can’t tell he’s my favorite)

He’s the son of Mother Nature, but don’t ask about that, it’s kind of a touchy subject. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his mother dearly but he’s not happy with her. He knows a lot about a lot of things, since his mother tells him tons of things. He doesn’t have a timeline, but he can make timelines and has been trapped in one of his own making for centuries by his mother. Veo is mostly blind, but he can somewhat see in one of his eyes (He is very particular about that). He’s good at first aid and anything to do with plants. He’s the curator of memories and light, the job given to him after he was born. He’s got blond hair, tan skin and pale blue eyes. Veo is kind, but when you leave his timeline it’s hard to remember him exactly. A curse but on him by his mother.

Jay:

His full name is Jackson but don’t call him that. He’s a shapeshifter but he hasn’t always had that ability. Father time gave it to him. Jay pretends to be confident but he’s only following Father time’s instructions, with maybe a bit of guidance from him. He’s from a future timeline and him and Tyler used to be friends. Jay’s appearance is hard to tell because it’s constantly changing, but one thing that will never change is his bright red eyes. He never stays in his original form, he doesn’t like how he looks. But when he’s not changed, he has long black hair, pale skin and he’s skinny.

Mother Nature:

She’s a kind woman that obviously controls all nature on earth. She created humans and other living creatures. She and Father time have been married for centuries, forever in a harmony. She’s sweet and loves all her creations dearly, including her husband. But their relationship becomes a bit strained. Her real name is Alva. She’s got long curly red hair and green eyes. She has freckles all over her face that may or may not be in the shape of stars. She wears large round wire glasses.

Father time:

He’s rough and brutish but does his duty. Making sure that time goes round, taking care of his wife’s creations. He can shift time and create timelines (the only other person with that ability being Veo). He loves his wife but doesn’t like that she always stays on earth. Eventually he’s tired of going through the cycles over and over again, he thinks that maybe starting an apocalypse would solve that. He just wants his wife back to himself. He does truly love Mother nature though. His real name is Elton. He has tan skin and short black hair and brown eyes. he has the start of a beard but it’s not very long and is always wearing square sunglasses.

Trinh:

She’s the daughter of Father time. She represents Darkness and dreams though she doesn’t use that for good. Often she’s the one giving people nightmares and scaring them. She’s not the nicest but she has a soft spot for her half sister Luna. She hates Veo (Her step brother) and he hates her. She can see inside your dreams and what you fear. She’s got long straight black hair and yellow eyes, she’s got a septum ring. Don’t get on her bad side or she’ll really mess you up.

Luna:

The half sister of both Trinh and Veo, she’s the daughter of both Mother nature and Father time. She represents the moon, night time and the sky as her name portrays. She’s a sweet innocent girl that just wants to make friends with everyone. She loves Trinh and Veo but for some reason Veo hates her. She wants to try and protect Veo and doesn’t really see him as capable because of his blindness. She has long curly silver hair, silver eyes and freckles that may or may not be star shaped (like her mother). She wears star earrings.

that’s about it for the characters I have, and I want to clear something up about like Luna, Trinh and Veo. Even though they are like the children of both Mother nature and Father time, it doesn’t work like in Greek Mythology where the gods have affairs with other things or whatever. No, they didn’t cheat on each other or like do any of that. All three of their children (so far I might make more) have been made through like thoughts. Like Mother nature, she knew that there needed to be a concept of like Memories and light and all of that and then Veo came. So on and so forth. They aren’t the biological children of both of them except for Luna, she was thought up together with Mother nature and Father time. Kinda confusing.

Sooooo that’s about it, I was gonna include some snipits but this is already REALLY long even with the cut. I’ve talked about this WIP for a very long time about the characters and all that but I kept forgetting to give an introduction to the wip (mainly because I didn’t want to introduce an unnamed wip, I just thought of the concept name today and I was like hell yes). As always, if you have any questions feel free to ask.

#writeblr #wip #wip introduction #writing #my wip #I've talked about this too much #A matter of time and roses #Wip: A matter of time and roses

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If you were a writer on the show, when would you have gotten Marvey together and how? When would it work best for them to start a relationship and continue being into one ( none of that we're on, we're off againg nonsense)?

Oh boy. Okay, well, I’m going to tackle this strictly from a storytelling perspective; i.e., forget about the fact that Suits premiered in 2011 well ahead of the current semi-normalization of having even one canonical semi-main non-straight couple (if either Mike or Harvey was a woman, the gender dynamic would likely come into play in a big way, considering the power imbalance between them), forget the fact that the network would surely never approve on the grounds that it would be too “revolutionary” (e.g., the Marriage Equality Act wasn’t passed in New York State until 2011), forget that Korsh would never, ever, in a million, billion years, ever go along with it. (Isn’t bureaucracy the best?) Also for this to work at all, the show would need to be about a hundred times more emotionally aware of itself than it actually is.

That said! It depends. Honestly I like the idea of them getting together after Edith’s death (i.e., the end of season 2); not immediately after, but once the dust has settled and assuming Mike is allowed quite a bit more of an emotional response time than he gets in canon, I think it would be a great opportunity for Harvey to…let’s say, demonstrate how much he genuinely cares for Mike. Mike is basically living through his parents’ deaths again, as his last surviving family member has just unexpectedly left him, and he’s feeling incredibly vulnerable and alone; jumping on that “found family” metaphor this show likes to throw around whenever it’s convenient, this is a perfect time for Harvey to show Mike that he’s not alone, that even though he hasn’t been around for long, Harvey isn’t going to up and leave him when life gets hard. The relationship would definitely be rocky at the start, not the least of which because Mike’s immediate response to Edith dying is to sleep with Tess, who is married at the time (and we know how Harvey feels, or…used to feel, about that), but considering how emotionally unbalanced they both are in the earlier seasons, there’s a ton of potential for them to grow as human beings together from then on.

A very different tack that could also be interesting is for them to get together late season 3, possibly as part of a desperate gambit during Mike’s whole arrest-for-collusion-and-bribery thing. I could see Harvey flipping out and making an emotional declaration wherein intent is expressed and then they sort out their relationship throughout the front half of season 4, culminating in Mike’s return to the firm. Part of the reason this option is so much fun is that it only really gives them about a season and a half of being an explicitly defined couple before Mike’s arrest at the end of season 5, so their relationship would be very loving but also with some notes of hesitance or uncertainty (neither of them having been in a serious long-term relationship prior) that they’d likely just be finally moving beyond at the time of the arrest. And then of course all the subtext of season 6 would be, you know, actual text, so that would make things easier.

As to your second question, yes, absolutely, a thousand times yes. I am sick to death of couples who are clearly going to end up together getting together and breaking up and getting back together without talking about their shit and then kind of breaking up again but not really and oh my god it’s so boring. The one semi-asterisk here is that I could see them spending maybe an episode, two at the most, obviously wanting to be together and possibly even trying to be together before deciding it’s too risky, or impractical, and then ultimately just saying fuck it, this is stupid, and committing to a real relationship because it’s so clearly what they both want, consequences be damned. Or, dealt with, we do have to deal with the consequences. Speaking of dealing with the consequences, I think Jessica could be an interesting ally to their cause; she’s known Harvey for so long, she knows how good Mike is for him, but at the same time she knows what they do to each other and she’s got a firm to run, so that could be a good way of keeping at some of the elements of realism involved in the situation (I’m thinking mainly of the power imbalance but also the whole coworkers-in-a-relationship element) in play.

#marvey #Anonymous

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Howdy! I was wondering if I could get a review of my old OC. Here we go, prepare yourself.

*ahem*

Name: Dudley Dog Nickname(s): Dudley, Deadly Dog, That Dog, *loud shrieking* (lmao) Gender: Programmed to be a male Duration of Service (Age): 1978-1989, so 11 years, he’s a rusty boi Species: Dog. He’s modeled after a beagle (ok op, you get bonus points because my dog is a beagle and i am a sucker for ‘em ;w;) Eye Color: Green Fur Color: Grey (INCH resting color choice. a little bit boring for the kiddies, perhaps.) Height: About maybe 6'0 Accessories: At one point he had a green tie, but one of the teenagers working there during the summer stole it. Unique Skeletal/AI Features: Doesn’t really have any, but if it counts he’s programmed to talk to kids about the games around the arcade (“That Donkey Kong game sure looks fun, wish I could go play but I’m stuck here ho ho ho, maybe one of you kiddos could check it out for me!”) Location: Dudley’s Game Emporium (formerly) Ruby’s Party Palace storage room (currently) (godspeed dudley) Occupation: The garbage mascot for a sub-par arcade run by a man in his 60s, he was supposed to be a character that kids could interact with (which is why his little stage is in the middle of the arcade) but in reality he’s just that weird talking statue that teenagers drew weenies on sometimes. Voice: Gruff and ruff, and in a really bad New York accent Personality: Originally he was basically just 70s Chuck-E-Cheese but video game themed. Towards the end of his life he was reprogrammed to try and be more friendly to the kids, which backfired because none of his lines were recorded (So he sounded like the announcer in an old wrestling game “Would YOU like TO BE my FriEND”) and everyone and their mama was afraid of him Quirks: Twitchy left eye, inability to bend over, missing his left arm because it was taken off of him and sold for scrap. Reason for Decommission: During a birthday party for the managers son (the owner’s grandson) he was chattering about some game and began to go off the wall and glitch like crazy. This intrigued the young boy (who was turning 6 that day) and he walked up to see what the robot was doing. By the time his mother had noticed, it was too late, as he had come unhinged from the screws (or whatever) that held him in place on the stage, causing him to fall onto the boy and crush him to death. This not only gave them a bad reputation, but caused a lot of tension in the family, as his daughter personally blames him and his cheap robot for the death of her son. Brought Back into Service?: No, the new owners did consider it at one point, but they realized what that could do to their business and scrapped him completely. In Line for Refurbishment?: No, but they did have plans to make a sort of “revamped” version of him before realizing that it would scare kids away from the restaurant. Starting Location: The back room Passive or Aggressive: Aggressive Daytime Actions: Violently twitches and sparks throughout the day, but not usually in earshot of the customers Nighttime Actions: Slams on the doors of the backroom, screams glitched phrases (“You WILL remember WHAT i WENT THROUGH” “unGREATfull bRATS!”) Lore/Biography: Prior to being scrapped, Dudley was the unsuccessful mascot of a low budget arcade in suburban Denver in the 80s. He was made to cash-in on the animatronic craze of the time and try to mooch off of Freddy’s popularity. The entire project was a mess, between him being cheaply made and barely functional, nobody agreeing on what he should look like, and difficulty installing him, they almost gave up. Unfortunately, the owner at the time, Sammy P. Drywell (he always introduced himself like that) (irrelevant detail) saw potential in this animatronic pile of garbage and on the day of the arcade’s grand opening he was there smack dab in the middle of all the chaos. Years went by and he was never removed despite public complaints (mainly about his appearance and mean-spirited humor, he never hurt anybody until The Incident) and frequent vandalism of the robot. Shortly after a May 1989 party hosted to try and get rid of the bad press from the whole “killing an 8 year old” thing Sammy died of heart failure aged 71 years (but does the way sammy die matter for the story? remember, if it doesnt serve your character or story in some way, it’s just unnecessary fluff. like you can say later sammy died of stress or w/e, you don’t have to be so specific), and his family decided that the arcade was a lost cause and sold it to Maple Entertainment, who moved what remained of the retired animatronic into a spare room in the back, because they thought he could be used for scrap parts and didn’t want to completely give up on him. Interaction with

Other Animatronics: None, but the kids haunting them are terrified of him. Mainly Bubbles since she is possessed by his grandson. (are these animatronics from the ruby place?)

Trivia: - He is possessed by Sammy’s ghost - He was voiced by Sammy’s son, the father of the boy who met his demise because of him. - Nobody wants anything to do with him, not even Sammy anymore. - He will occasionally sing along to Ruby’s lullabies during the night if she walks near the back room (“The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout!” “D-d-d-down came the r-r-rain and washed the spider ou-ou-out…”) - His name was originally Dennis, then Dmitri, then Dudley - Sammy personally can’t stand that he’s trapped in a robot, in the backroom of the girliest restaurant in the world, and will frequently complain to no one (“Look what they did to my a-a-arcade! It’s full of nothing but p-p-pink and pop music!”)

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overall a good OC. i’m not sure about grey as a main color but like, it’s not that big of an issue, if an issue at all, and doesn’t need to be changed. i’m not sure how i feel about the loose screws causing the animatronic to fall, but i do like how solid the story is about the death of sammy’s grandson and how that leads into dudley being shoved into and forgotten in the storage room.

~mod mangle

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FULL NAME. He doesn’t have one, he chose to throw it away the moment he was disowned the first time. NICKNAME. Aki, Daken GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 5′9″ AGE. 73 years (physically looks about 23) SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Japanese, Russian, German, French, Spanish, Arabic, Greek, Chinese, Kanji, Hiragana, Katakana, Kana, ASL

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Black EYE COLOR. Blue SKIN TONE. Fair/Olive BODY TYPE. Lean, Athletic, Muscular VOICE. Daken’s a master manipulator so he can change the tone, sound & accent if he needss or wants to. His voice also softens when he’s speaking to his sister’s (& either slightly softens or is husky when around Alec or Rictor) DOMINANT HAND. Ambidextrous POSTURE. Refuses to hunch over, cause/relaxed/lazy in some instances. his posture can go from a predatory animal stalking his prey to a suave & smooth charmer. SCARS. Daken only has scars when his healing factor isn’t working or is malfunctioning, once it’s in full working order they vanish. TATTOOS. Daken has a tribal dragon tattoo that scales the length of his left arm, coils over half of his chest & back, & tucks beneath his waistband. (I don’t like the newer one, so I use the oriiginal) BIRTHMARKS. None. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). He has a tattoo, which upon first glance seems odd considering his healing factor, but the reason tattoos stay in the first place is that the ink is too big for his body's natural healing processes to remove. (Tattoo removal is using lasers to break up the ink into process-able size.) The much more peculiar fact about his tattoo is that it somehow manages to heal when his skin is destroyed.

Two retractable bone claws on the hand; one retractable bone claw on the undersides of his wrists, unliike the other’s in his family his claws are black. Black nail polish (or that’s just his nail colour. i always wonder bcuz his claws are black. so my daken’s nails are always black)

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Jasmine Falls, Japan HOMETOWN. Unknown SIBLINGS. Laura (half sister/clone of logan) & Gabby (half sister/clone of laura) Kinney, Kouen (half-brother),Bellona, X23_3PAR, Zelda, six unnamed clones (clones of laura/half-sisters, most of them are deceased), Erista, William Downing (aka Gunhawk), Saw Fist, Cannon Foot (half -brothers that are all dead), Shadowstalker, Fire Knives (dead half sisters), Amiko Kobayashi (foster sister), a brother from a different earth... (lesson: Logan needs to use condoms), there’s a new sister somewhere but i haven’t read it.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Crime Lord trying to stop, Self Discovery CURRENT RESIDENCE. He drifts around all over the world but he’s been staying closer to his sisters of late CLOSE FRIENDS. Y’know that’s a good question. Does siblings or peeps he’s dating in different universes count?? Johnny Storm would work i think... RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single/Dating FINANCIAL STATUS. Comfortably Rich & continuing to get comfier. That boy knows how to con people outta money and invest said money for himself DRIVER’S LICENSE. A few different ones & passports. CRIMINAL RECORD. He used to get other’s to take the fall for his crimes, those that he wasn’t locked up at Xavier’s school or y’know Logan killing him. do those count? VICES. Wine, Fashion, Manipulation, Lack of Impulse Control, Drugs, High stakes games, Self-destructing & making people hate/love him

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual or Polysexual, y’know I can’t really pick but he hates labels for himself so he’d probs just be however he wants to be PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. High (from other’s perfection), Low (isn’t truly interested unless there’s a lot of natural chemistry, then it goes back to high) TURN ON’S. To most other’s views: anything. Truly: Pain, giving pain, a good banter, fighting certain people, Fashion. What always works: Powerful People or People w/ a lot of Power in their own right TURN OFF’S. Judgmental People, Purifiers, Perfect people... There a long list I’ll have to sit down the about it more. But the biggest turn off is: Being Compared to Logan or referred to as Logan in any way shape of form, certain people from his past, being made less than he is LOVE LANGUAGE. Being a Master Manipulator, he can switch between any various language of love literally or metaphorically. It’s normally easier for him when he’s playing a long game. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. I only really know that 100% for his relationships that weren’t entirely real or were actually long games, as i don’t write those I’m not gunna list ‘em.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Right now I’m feeling I feel like I’m Drawning by Two Feet. Mainly for his current inner struggle. Tho he probs wouldn’t show it. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Reading books, Learning languages, Fashion!, Getting fashion, convincing designers to make him fashion, not wearing a shirt(it’s a hobby shush), causing extra extra drama, Collecting Paintings- Modern & realistic, Collecting power: for himself or making friends with power LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left PHOBIAS. Failure, being alone, Romulus SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. daken normally seems to have a high self confidence, though in certain areas of life, where he doesn’t have much experience in the matter, he as fairly little of it. Though he only lets it show around certain people VULNERABILITIES. Heat, his sisters (laura & gabby), those he’s in a relationship, Logan & Romulus probably have him freak out in similar fashion. Tho he’s one to manipulate the situation than fall prey to it... unless it’s logan or romulus apparently, emotional state.

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tagging : @dementedspeedster, @deborahmorgna, @earthtrembled, @wereallmuseshere, @theredwonder, @cardshcrp & anyone else who wants ta.

#tag games #about daken #only if ya wanna!!#idek who has done this yet #long post #i forgot i started working on this this morning #oops

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