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ttulipwritezz · 1 year

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Rules huh? pt.2

Sirius Black x James's sister reader

warnings: James being oblivious, date, the nickname "love", not revised very well.

tysm for over a hundred likes on the last part skkdhskjd

pt1 ,pt3

Synopsis: you fell for your brother's best friend...what happens next in this situation?

"well...if it isn't Miss Potter"

"What do you want black" You had more matters to attend to than the raven-haired boy beside you, despite how badly you wanted to humor him for the moment and simultaneously piss off your brother.

"Ouch, last name basis are we?"

"You called me Potter" you half asked-half stated with an amused expression

"Miss Potter"

You laughed. A small scoff-like one but a laugh nonetheless. Truth be told it's not like his "joke" was funny at all, far from it even. It's just that Sirius had this charm, this capability to make anyone and everyone smile the moment he entered their vision.

"Isn't that worse? Also, aren't you afraid my brother's gonna give you another lecture? I assume he didn't spare you the last one, you know when he saw you blow me a kiss during dinner.?"

"Oh my, I am offended that you think that way of me, potter! And for the record, I did receive a lecture"

He said with a hand clasped over his chest in mock offense

"Besides, James is at quidditch practice right now love"

Oh, how your stomach flipped at the nickname.

Love

It almost made you consider giving in to the black charm

if it weren't for your brother's little-

"Ahem"

Sirius jumped back startled, you almost laughed out loud at that, though saving it just in time for your brother to ask for an explanation.

"Padfoot? Care to explain why you're around my sister and not at practice?"

James's tone wasn't pleased in the least.

However, it seemed as though Sirius had met with the same fate not too long ago, and he handled it with ease.

"I was just going to ask miss potter where you were, prongs, I was gonna inform you about me not being at practice.'

"And why were you not at it?"

"Uhhh....-"

"-he had potions homework and didn't want to suffer another lecture from Slughorn so I found him in the library"

Luckily potions was not a class the two fifth years shared.

"And how do you know that"

... sometimes James lacks common sense...

"I asked James...asked. Didn't I just tell you I bumped into him at the library?"

Luckily your brother's words were Always predictable to you.

"Whatever Padfoot don't be missing practice for homework next time," He said almost shuddering at the word homework.

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Over the next few weeks, it seemed as though things had changed with Sirius.

You didn't feel normal, your heart thumped against your chest every moment he came around, and worst of all he was forbidden.

It felt wrong to feel this way... God y/n he's your brother's best friend for Merlin's sake. But why do I keep thinking about how he called me love. Does he call anyone else that?

The weeks had been nothing but filled with wholesome exchanges, James had been kind of oblivious to this subtle change in both your demeanors, being too engrossed with Lily at the moment.

He failed to see the way Sirius smiled subconsciously when you were around, the trips to the Library might have stopped but he'd still always catch a glimpse of you in the halls, still staring at you during dinner and still staying the same old flirt.

In fact, His feelings may have been stronger than he had intended.

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"You know black you're quite the unwelcome bug I see lingering around all the time."

You were sitting in the common room reading a book when you felt the couch beside you dip and lo and behold the raven-haired boy was back.

"You know love, I happen to..."

He takes a second to pause and look at your book title

"-love that book .. it's one of my favorites"

"Right....and I suppose you know what this book is about then?"

Defeated he didn't argue any further...

" Ok alright, I do not... But-" he started

"What do you want black?" You said remembering how upset your brother was earlier in the halls, though it gave you a bitter feeling to talk to him this way.

"Hogsmeade....me and you?"

That was kind of all he managed to get out but fortunately, you got the memo

"You're asking me out?...you do know James would be furious?"

"I simply do not care, give me a chance y/n...I promise I will make sure your brother approves of me. He's my best friend and hurting him would be the last thing I'd do. Trust me."

"Alright...see you the day after tomorrow at noon."

Curtly nodding you left without much.

But the tiny little "yess" followed by a fist in the air was enough to form a small smile on your face.

A/n: oh god this is awful and so rushed sjdkashjs, tysm for over a hundred notes in the last part!

Should there be a part three with James's reaction and the actual relationship dynamic between the two?

#just a short lil drabble #drabble #oneshot #might make part three #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #young sirius black x reader #marauders era fanfiction #young marauders x reader #james sister reader #marauders x reader #harry potter #fanfiction

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lovesickeros · 5 months

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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 4 ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, furina, lyney {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 3.7k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Fontaine was bathed in darkness, not even the moon daring to illuminate where the common man fears to walk. The streets were bleak and empty save for the constant, rhythmic ticking and clanking of machines marching on endlessly, dauntlessly wading where even the bravest dared not to venture. Not even the sharp click of the Gardes boots followed the occasional hisses of steam as they walked the barren streets.

It was haunting, and it'd been like that for days now. It showed little signs of stalling in the slightest, too. Every inch of Fontaine was practically crawling with Gardemeks– like a swarm of rats skittering about.

Arlecchino had secluded herself in the Hotel Bouffes d'ete for days at this point, waiting– biding her time. Her nails clicked against the wood as she tapped at the table in a stilted rhythm, the subtle click of the clock mixing into the clanking outside, weaving in and out of earshot as the patrols slipped by. She reached forward after a moment of thought, reaching for the white king.

She leaned back against the chaise, tilting her head just enough to catch a glimpse of a patrol of Gardemeks as they vanished behind the rows and rows of buildings. It wasn't enough to keep her attention for long, however, her features twisting in disinterest as she glanced back to the chessboard– and the letter neatly resting beside it. The seal was unmistakable and a sobering sight, demanding her attention– the soft hues of blue etched into the shape of a dragon stared back at her in a way that almost unsettled her.

She had already parsed through it's contents hundreds of times, but she was met with only vague, flowing script that only served to irritate her more then anything– it filled the page top to bottom yet managed to say nothing at all. Her hand reached out again, but instead of reaching for the letter she plucked the black rook from the board, setting it down with a soft click.

Arlecchino had all the time in the world to sit back and observe her prey, but all that time would be useless if she lacked the information to act.

And he was quite tight fisted about it, evidentially. None of her inquiries or attempts to decipher any potential codes in the letter left her empty handed. She could not act without even knowing the reason for his summons– it was almost worded like a personal affair rather then one would expect for a foreign diplomat. In truth, she'd expected a scalding report on her operatives, but it lacked any mention of anything of the sort.

She was no stranger to people masking hostility behind pretty words and compliments, not that it was ever unwarranted per se– the Fatui did not create connections through honesty and genuine kindness. They have strong armed more then their fair share of people into cooperation to the point distrust is all the Fatui are met with outside of Snezhnaya. Every word was meant to conceal the deceit, every action meant to conceal the price later paid.

So she had been..skeptical of the letter, to put it lightly. She doubted the Iudex of all people would offer a hand to the Fatui without a price attached– a trap, perhaps, meant to lure in the most powerful piece left on the board. Her eyes narrowed, reaching for a white rook and moving it to the right.

Or he was hiding something. Something that he simply couldn't risk getting out to anyone, not even the Divine themself. A tempting prize, whatever it was.

..A dangerous prize, too.

She'd considered burning the letter and forgetting it all together– the risk was great, and she couldn't risk getting caught up by whoever else the Iudex may have on his side of the board. But she could hardly pass up the challenge and the prize that he fought so hard to keep from prying eyes and ears. Even her agents came back empty handed each time. She lazily picked up a black rook, sliding the white pawn aside.

"Lyney," Arlecchino drawled, crossing one leg over the other and turning her gaze to the door as it slowly creaked open. The pale visage of Lyney stepped through, though his siblings were noticeably absent. The weariness that weighed down on his shoulders was apparent in the slightest furrow of his brows and the subtle creak of leather as he clenched his fists behind his back. "Father." He choked out, the title dragged out by the sharp inhale and shaky exhale.

He looked out of breath, she noted.

The silence that lingered after the small exchange was punctuated only by the click of another chess piece being moved. She sets aside the black rook, letting it sit among the dozen other pieces that had been wiped off the board. She can see the conviction glinting beneath the fog of exhaustion, but if he would utilize it was another matter all together.

He had seemed to make his choice quickly, at the very least.

"Our contacts and operatives within the Fortress of Meropide have gone silent– all we have is their final confirmed missive.." His voice is confident, but it is rigid as the words spill from his lips. He takes a sharp step forward, unfolding his arms from behind his back and opening his hands– the small, water stained and messily folded note catches her eye, plucking it from his palms with a half hearted interest. "They believe the Duke left the Fortress of Meropide..and that he may be coming to the Court of Fontaine."

Her eyes narrow dangerously, nearly crumpling the thin paper in her hands– yet just as quickly, she collects herself.

But she cannot get rid of the bitter taste on her tongue, lingering as she sets down the note and slides it to the side, her lips pursed into a thin line.

So the Iudex had shown one of his pieces..she tightly grasps a black rook, tipping over the white rook, letting it roll against the board.

If the Duke was involved, things were much more complicated then she expected– he would be a problem, she was certain. She couldn't blame the lamb for fearing the wolf, either. Whether her agents had been killed or captured by the man mattered little. He had his ways, and he was a force that could instill fear in even them.

Which meant the possibility that her operation was already compromised was far too real.

What had the Iudex so concerned he had gone through the trouble of bringing in the Duke and herself? The Fatui was one thing, but to specifically request one of it's Harbingers..

The Prophecy? The thought had her clenching her fist, but..no. If it were to rear it's head now, the Iudex could simply not afford to waste time on his contacts deciphering his nonsensical script– If the prophecy were to be the issue, there time would be limited to mere minutes in the worst of cases. Which meant it was worth biding his time in order to ensure absolute secrecy.

So if not the prophecy, then what?

Her next moves were..limited. She was already walking on eggshells considering her position and the reputations of the Fatui– especially with a Harbinger in the midst. If they caught wind of her operations, they'd weed out her operatives and be on guards for any snakes that lingered in their garden.

She reached for the chessboard again, picking up one of the white rooks from the board with a scowl. The sharp click as she sets down the white rook and sets aside the black pawn draws a shaky inhale from Lyney as she moves another black pawn, the dull click of the pieces drowning out the distant clinking of machines.

..A draw, perhaps.

The pieces were all falling into place– the players of this game were slowly being revealed. Whether she could secure her victory..she was unsure.

She wasn't even sure who her opponent was. Only that the Iudex himself was but another piece in their game.

Arlecchino reached for the board again, yet this time she hesitated. Perhaps she could still swipe the win from beneath them, if she played her cards right.

She would simply have to capture the king– or, if need be, let it end on a draw. Either way, she would not concede. She could not afford to concede. Down to the last piece, she would drag out this match until she was in a position to force their hand into the outcome she desired.

She stood slowly, picking up the king piece and observing it for only the briefest of moments before she set it down on the table, taking measured steps around the table and across the room. She was hunting a much more dangerous quarry today– it would be no simple runaway traitor this time.

"Do you remember the directive?" She inquired coldly, her hand lingering on the door for that long, tense moment. "..Yes, Father." Lyney faltered, taking a hesitant step back and bowing at the waist. "Then do not stray."

All that was left was the silence and click of the door shutting behind her as she disappeared down the hall, her boots clicking harshly against the floorboards. The rest of the agents knew better then to linger in her path as she stepped down into the lobby, adjusting the cuffs of her sleeves. She barely even acknowledged the Fatui agent standing at the ready by the heavyset doors, their gloves hands held out with her cloak held loosely in their palms. She quickly snagged it from them, tugging it over her board shoulders and clasping it around her throat.

With a quick tug, she brought the hood up over her head to conceal her sharp features, lifting her hand and placing a neatly folded note within their waiting hands. She had only one chance to make the right moves and secure her victory– no matter the cost.

Each piece had it's purpose.

Oft, that purpose was a bloody and horrible end– but for the grand goal of the Fatui built on the backs of the dead, it was an honor.

She didn't bother speaking a word as she dismissed them with a wave of her hand, pushing open the heavyset doors and stepping out into the barren, damp streets. The rhythmic clink and whir of Gardemeks was still distant– she needed to move. Her boots clicked and splashed in the rain soaked stone of the streets as she slithered between the buildings, ducking through the openings in the patrols.

It was almost too easy.

She tilted her head back, taking in the towering Palais Mermonia with a scowl, her hands clenched into fists. The final moves were being played– the king was within her reach, yet she felt no more confident then when she began.

The air carried a sense of unease, thick and heavy, filling her lungs until she felt her breath still in her chest– listening to the empty, bleak night that seemed so..quiet.

She'd done her fair share of research, had more then her fair share of her agents try to peer into the Iudex's office or the Archon's supposedly hidden chambers, but every attempt was a failure. She had to give them credit, they were quite elusive when they wished to be. Though now she only thought about it bitterly– this was all a risky gamble, in the end, and only time would tell if it paid off.

With minimal effort, she'd managed to pull herself to the flat, tiled roof, eyeing the massive tower peaking out of the center cautiously. At least here the wandering patrols down below weren't likely to notice her..she could hear them passing by the spot she'd been in only a few minutes ago, just beneath her. She pulled the hood further over her face, peering through the sheer darkness of the night for any oddities, but it was almost impossible to see in the dark.

Her boots clicked softly against the tiles as she approached the tower jutting out from the Palais, her hand gliding along the smooth stone, pressing against odd indents or crevices. If it was for the Archon's chambers, she doubted they made it very difficult– she'd only met the woman once, but she doubted the Iudex make it all that complex just from a brief glance. And it surprised her little when one of the stones sunk into the wall, gears whirring as the walls split open to reveal a stairwell straight into an inky black hall. Only the barest hint of light peaked under the door at the bottom, but it's occupants must have heard her, considering it went out not a moment later.

She cautiously stepped down into the small crevice, her breath visible in the bitter cold air– her shoulders tensed at the subtle sound of muffled footsteps behind the door, her vision flaring with a molten heat between her shoulder blades as she reached for the worn handle of the door. The heat of her vision was enough to just barely heat the metal, her vision flaring like a quickly building inferno.

Arlecchino was prepared for a fight, if it came down to it.

The door creaked as she pressed against it, shoving it open with a grunt of effort and surveying the room with narrowed eyes and a biting remark on the tip of her tongue– the lavish opulence was expected, she supposed, but the lack of the towering figure of the Iudex was not.

Yet before she could get a word in or even take in her surroundings properly, the light flickered back on and she had to squeeze her eyes shut with a hiss at the sudden brightness. She could hear the door being shoved closed behind her, the hurried footsteps retreating just as quickly as her eyes adjusted to the light.

..This was a joke, wasn't it? It had to be.

She'd expected the Iudex, perhaps even the Duke if she'd been unlucky, not the Hydro Archon. She had half the mind to test her worth as an Archon then and there, her temper flaring like an uncontrollable blaze, barely kept at bay. It took all her self control to force herself to smile politely at the woman rather then snarl.

"Miss Furina," She sneered beneath her hood, x shaped pupils locked onto the startled, trembling Archon with thinly veiled contempt. "What a..pleasant surprise. You'll have to forgive my manners, I assumed I was meeting with the Iudex." She observed her body language carefully– the way her eyes darted about like a frightened rabbit seeking escape, the slightest tremble of her lips..

Arlecchino opened her mouth to offer another scathing remark, but her jaw audibly clicked shut as her entire body seemed to lock up. Even her vision went cold against her back, a chilling feeling creeping up her spine as someone, or something, crept up behind her. Their footsteps were almost silent, the slight rustling of their clothes the only thing she could hear over her heart pounding against her ribcage.

Arlecchino had always prided herself on being on the other end of that sensation– she was the monster, and her target was the prey frozen like a deer between the hunters crosshair.

It was a chilling feeling to have the dynamic shifted on it's head.

She couldn't even swallow, her jaw clenched so hard she could hear it creak as she tried to reason with her quickly splintering mind– a futile effort, her joints locking up almost painfully. Black spots were quickly swallowing her vision from the lack of air in her lungs, the sound of shuffling behind her barely audible over the ringing in her ears.

For a moment – a moment too long to have only lasted the seconds that it did, yet so quick it gave her whiplash – she thought she would hit the floor dead before she could even glimpse her assailant.

And then it was gone. She came crashing back into reality with a startled inhale, her lungs burning and her knees nearly buckling under her. The instinct to lash out and kill whoever had done it was intense, yet she couldn't bring herself to move even a finger– it would be so easy to twist around and ignite them with searing flames, but her feet were rooted in place.

She almost didn't notice the surprisingly gentle hands unclasping her cloak, tugging it off her shoulders, if not for the sheer intensity of the presence still lingering behind her. Her mind was still fractured, struggling to right itself after the ordeal, and it had her seething.

"..Are you certain you held back enough?" Furina croaked, the normally soft lilt raspy and almost hoarse. "Not– not that I doubt your capability, most Divine!"

Arlecchino felt her nails dig harshly into her palms, heat swelling beneath her skin– Divine? Had she lost her mind? The Divine was..

The Divine was upon their throne where they belonged. She'd seen them!

"Hm. Well, maybe? Sorry, I didn't think it'd affect you too." Their voice was sickeningly soft as they stepped around her like she wasn't even there, focusing their attention on the Archon who seemed more then delighted about it. "What gave you that impression, most Divine? Aha, I..was completely unaffected, as you can see! Perfectly fine."

Furina let out a small squeak when they pinched her cheek, but the almost affectionate smile that tugged at their lips revealed the lack of malice behind the action.

"You're a bad liar, Furina. You might want to sit down..please?" They didn't take her protests for an answer, gently pushing her to sit on the bed before abruptly turning to face Arlecchino once more, a forced smile on their lips. "Oh, good, you're..uh, not dead. That's good. I thought I fried your brain. Sorry?"

..Had she hit her head on the way here? The Divine should still be on their throne, yet she couldn't shake the weight of their stare– it felt tangible. She felt like she was standing face to face with the stars– galaxies and constellations bearing down upon her.

She grit her teeth and clenched her hands until she felt the sting of her nails against her palms, grounding herself in the pain through the sheer overwhelming nature of their existence.

"You.." She croaks, reaching out with a shaky hand and grabbing them by the collar of their shirt, lifting them up until their feet left the floor– she pays no mind to the startled protests of the Archon. Arlecchino would crush her like a bug before she even got the chance to intervene and they both knew it. "You shouldn't exist– you aren't them, and yet you..you're the imposter, aren't you?" Her grip tightens yet they face her without an ounce of fear, meeting her unyielding glare with a pondering look.

Arlecchino wanted to make them bleed just to see if she could, the urge to sink her teeth into skin welling up in her chest to the point she visibly snarled, her mask of politeness long . "You're the imposter." Her expression falls for a moment before she schools it into one of apathy, setting them back down and holding them there for a moment, finally releasing them after a tense moment. "Or you were supposed to be."

Hers brows furrow– she wants to demand answers, to throttle them for damning them to being nothing more then dolls for the supposed Divine to break at their whim, but none of the words come to her.

"..Why now? The current Divine has been in power for years, yet you descend now?" Her shoulders tensed, lips pursed into a thin line– it's impossible to ignore the truth that lay before her. The Divine is a fraud and this..imposter is the true Divine. How many years had they been in power, now? How many years were they waiting? Why did they wait? Was the suffering of Teyvat not enough? Was the blood that painted the steps of their stolen throne not enough?

She'd personally been on the wrong end of the Divine's wrath– she wonders..had they watched? Had they seen the cruel hand of their imposter and turned their back on Teyvat?

"I.." They hesitated. It made her seethe, her hands clenching into fists at her sides– her vision flickered, flames swelling within it's casing just to be smothered by the presence of the Divine. But once that spark had been lit, she refused to let it go out. "I didn't know."

The answer does not satisfy her. There is an itch beneath her skin that she cannot scratch, a fire that burns in her chest so hot it scorches even herself.

"And what about now? Are you content to cower like prey in the safety of the Palais Mermonia?" She snapped, taking a step forward, her brows furrowed and her glare intense– she can see the slightest bit of worry in their eyes. She revels in it. "Will you let them use your acolytes like pawns? How many more need to be broken on the steps to your throne before you act?"

Again, her vision flares and dims– it refuses to be used against the Divine that created it.

"Have you no answer?"

The room is silent. They do not speak and neither does she.

Even the world itself seems to quiet in the face of her accusations, fury boiling to the surface so hot it incinerated all it touched.

"I will kill them myself."

Their words are quiet, but they are not soft– there is a vindictive, searing anger that explodes out like dying stars within their eyes. The sight of constellations replaced by a void that would not be . The smell of ichor grows stronger– to the point she feels almost lightheaded.

"..I am aware that I have failed in preventing this, but I had no choice in the matter. Still," They muse, their voice like the tolling of bells. A solemn melody that stills the swelling fury burning in her chest, if only for a moment. "I will rectify it– I will tear down their throne of lies and let not even the earth tarnish itself by burying their corpse among it's soil."

They pause for a moment, holding out their hand– scarred and bandaged by the weapons of the devout, yet still they take upon the burden of dirtying their hands to save those who did not save them.

"Do you trust me, Arlecchino?"

Did she?

"Will you help me?"

She exhales heavily, meeting the starry iris' of the Divine with a scowl still tugging at her lips. Arlecchino trusted no one but herself.

"..Yes."

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #imposter au #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #arlecchino #lyney #furina #you do NOT wanna know what i got put thru writing this fic #trying 2 find out where arle was in the few times we DO see her and going down a rabbit hole of fuck fontaine and its layout actually!#I spent like 3 hours looking it up and checking in game it gives me a migraine thinking abt it. ew #anyway trying to write a really smart character is surprisingly difficult when ur as dumb as rocks #also used an actual chess match for this and gave myself an even worse migraine trying 2 make sure i didnt repeat moves or smth #furina doesnt get a spotlight yet just imagine her sitting in the corner trembling like a wet kitten you found on the side of the road #arlecchino goes thru a crisis more at 11 #shes a tired single dad shes isnt getting paid enough for this okay #hands u a fic over half the length of the other THREE PARTS #ehe :]#is arle actually on ur side??? is she gonna double cross u???? who knows!!!!!#shes unpredictable she might stab u for funsies #anyway im gonna go nap in a ditch now this took SO LONGGGGG OH MY G-D #also just think acolytes who arent buddy buddy w reader and even resent them is so tasty #bc how r they supposed 2 know reader was a human vibing 5 minutes before their got eebied 2 teyvat..#reader gotta roll up their sleeves and get 2 WORK sometimes murder IS okay #they gotta fix some shit around here and that means committing several crimes all at once. sometimes more #a group can be g-d (just got here) their dragon (neuvi) their cat (archon) their dog (wrio) and their wolf (arle)

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whateveronfilm · 2 years

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hellfire club featured in the hawkins high 1985-1986 yearbook

#I tried to make it as cliche and cheesy as possible #yeah there is a typo or two but I feel like that makes it realistic #might post a different version later #three years of yearbook in hs prepared me for this?#the one part only has their first names because not every character has a last name so it made sense in my head #hellfire club #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #gareth stranger things #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #mike wheeler #vecna stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie yearbook series #gaten mazzarato

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secretsimpleness · 11 months

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The disappointment.

Warden Surana, Morrigan / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

#dragon age #dragon age fan art #comic #warden surana #morrigan #bioware #dao #dragon age origins #hero of ferelden #surana #morrigan's robes #or rather: morrigan's “robes”#for some reason I find it even worse in inquisition. maybe it kinda blurrs together in origins so it looks like the shirt covers more?#(the irony of me usually putting surana in the chasind robe which is - if at all possible - even colder-looking.)#well it's fine. it's all part of the charm etc.#I keep thinking about those outfits they added to sims 4 with dragon age and mass effect themes -#and I'm still so upset that there was not a single grey warden insignia! not a one! how dare! that's all I wanted!#wow three versions of the templar sigil nice thanks. they might as well have added a tranquility tattoo as well.#'yeah everyone loves the chantry. what? the grey wardens? dude that's sooo last season nobody cares about the grey wardens.'#I'm pulling the leg here but I just find it so interesting. like what was the pitch? it just makes me laugh thinking about it.#I do appreciate the effort lol. but still. not even a tiny griffon..? really? I feel like I missed it; like it's hiding somewhere.#one day I shall find it in a completely unrelated stack of t-shirts. hope is not yet lost.

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leapdayowo · 1 year

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Goop!Wally au

(1/10) Retrogression

Barnaby has returned home way pass his curfew and Ms. Beagle is not happy about that. Barnaby gets grounded and has to do chores for a week and then is ungrounded. During this week, he thinks about Wally and what new toys and books he can bring with him to the pond (and practices his delivery on some jokes).

Wally meanwhile is dealing with the meaning of goodbyes (something he never felt as he’s had no one to miss before). He thinks he prefers when Barnaby was around, but Barnaby is gone and he isn’t sure how soon “soon” is to know when Barnaby will be back (perhaps he wishes he went with Barnaby, but he’s never strayed too far from the pond). He tries to pass the time how he used to, but with a new form, his existence is… different. He isn’t use to containing himself inside a “shell.” Maybe he has some limitations to his abilities and this form is not meant to be permanent..

#goop!wally au #welcome home au #welcome home #wally darling #barnaby beagle #ms. beagle #here comes a bit of that angst #I think this will be a two parter but it might be three parts #I’m making this stuff up as I go :P

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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"i have to go to sleep" i say

"i really have to go to sleep" i say again, four hours later

#WHEN THE WRITING GROOVE HITS I GOTTA STICK WITH IT #WHO KNOWS WHEN SHE'LL RETURN TO ME #listen this decapitation fic might actually get Done!#ive got the first part written out #all it needs is a re-write and a read and then i guess i could start posting #BUT! i won't until im done with it all #im not making that mistake...#absolutely unprompted #also i need to decide on How to post it #bc it has three little 'arcs'#the Event - the conflict - the resolution #and each one has its own separate chunks with different povs #so its like... each section posted as a full chapter #with distinct separated povs / scenes #or each pov is a new chapter?#but then if its that then the chapter lengths would be so uneven.#its be like 'oh ch.1 is 3k. ch.2 is less than 2k. ch. 3 is less than 3k #rrrgh. but then just posting three big chapters #would be like 'ok part one has like. 7k. part two has 10k. part three has whatever k'#so the question is!#three big chunks posted over the course of three weeks?#or up to 10 smaller chapters over the course of a equal amount of weeks?#im inclined towards the former....#wanna get this out before the next big update releases and smashes it all into tiny shards!#big chunks! three releases! Once Im Done With The Writing / Editing Process!#might ask a certain someone to beta read! who knows! i do have a person in mind that i'd ask!#we'll see we'll see

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ashchoo · 11 months

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CW! Abuse, blood, eyestrain

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kingofpeacows · 8 months

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Impulse (1995) redesigns

Because I'm super normal about this comic!! (Closeups below the cut)

#indigenous max and helen are 100% inspired by domnorian #their max art is so good #but i wanted my own version bc i have really specific designs for these three #i might make a part 2 with Preston + Carol + everyone else #dc #dc comics #dceu #headcanon #bart allen #art #max mercury #helen claiborne #young justice #redesign #impulse #impulse 1995 #max crandall

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bethisblogging · 9 days

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Petition for the haters to stop taking “I Hate It Here” lines out of context!!!!!!

#if I see one more person saying that she’s trash for the line about 1830s without the racists I might burst #and I’m trying really hard just to let it be but idk how much more I have in me #also sips tea but some of my mutuals are getting on my bad side because they are being part of the problem. if she’s not for you #I respect if she’s not for you! you don’t have to like everything my favorite artist puts out because even I don’t like everything #I’m not ready to defend this album to the death like it’s fine. I like some of the songs. I’m not dying to keep listening to it #but there’s saying you don’t like it/don’t care about it #and then there’s actively hating and spreading posts that purposely cherry pick lines to make her look dumb #guess how many single lines of ANY form of writing would sound dumb if you grabbed half a metaphor or three words #taylor swift

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ttulipwritezz · 1 year

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Rules huh? Pt.3

Sirius black x james sister reader

Warnings: use of y/n, fem reader, dating, mentions of kissing (nothing explicit) , lmk if I missed any.

Synopsis: when the rule is broken you just gotta go over the pieces right? What happens when your brother finds out?

pt 1, pt 2

"No, no! Nope! I refuse to believe that"

James's voice blared through the four boys' dormitory. His tone bothered and unsure.

"But prongs I saw it with my own two eyes!"

said an exasperated peter.

A sigh left James as he comprehended what peter had just spewed out of his mouth the moment he came into the dorm frantic and out of breath.

"your eyes are like buttons! You must have seen someone else!"

James was quick to shut him, simply refusing to believe that sirius black of all people- their sirius would be out picking flowers, presumably for a lady too.

"what in Godric's name is going on here?"

Out came Remus's voice him being out at the library when this whole fiasco was being discussed.

"It's padfoot! He's-"

"-flowers!" Finished peter

"what...? did another girl hex him again? This time turning him to... flowers..?"

Hearing that sirius had most likely become an inanimate vase of flowers Remus grew visibly concerned.

"what? No!"

The two boys replied almost instantly, holding back a laugh as they remembered when Matilda Inkwood had turned the poor boy into a ferret.

"Then?"

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"I still do not understand why you insist on following me sirius. If my brother were to find us he'd-"

"-I'm aware love. I think I of all people would know what your brother would do if he were to see us. He'd perhaps not glance at my direction for a whole week."

Sirius's voice had a calm tone to it, as if he wasn't just talking about his bestfriend completely ignoring him.

Over the course of the past three weeks and two days your relationship had grown stronger.

Whether it was sneaking kisses in between classes or holding hands under then tables at the great hall, It was made sure that james was to never find out. Not until you were sure he'd be calm that is.

James's infatuation with lily had died down after he finally scored a date with the poor redhead. Not like she had much of a choice though, considering that james had just let her know the time and the place before his mouth zipped and he left her at the courtyard.

But enough about them. Sirius decided that meeting you in the astronomy tower after lunch would be a spectacular idea. As if james never roams this area.

It was sirius's favourite place in the entirety of hogwarts, he wouldn't shut his mouth about it if payed to.

The other three marauders had even made a bet about it with the raven haired boy for fifteen galleons. That was a large sum.

Needless to say he lost the bet within half a week.

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When Remus was explained the whole situation and took just as long to realise the gravity of this, the boys decided that spying on him would be their best course of action.

Sure it may not be the cleverest of plans but with moony on their side they were sure to find out who Sirius's secret lover was. As termed by wormtail.

So, imagine James's astonishment when he finds the two of you on the astronomy tower a little to close for his liking, the flowers Sirius had apparently picked out laying still beside your lap as you picked at your skin while giggling at something the boy beside had said.

His mouth agape, eyes blinking twice, thrice to get the awful image off his vision, he sat there with an expression so Humourous that even the professors would find hilarious.

Walking back to the dorm, trying to keep his steps straight james decided that breaking one of his rules would not lead to a good fate for black.

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It was thirty minutes past curfew when sirius entered his dorm room, as silently as his footsteps would allow.

The last thing he expected was his three friends awaiting his presence sitting on their respective beds and staring at him, two of them in pity and the other in anger.

"where were you?"

James asked

Sirius was standing at the entrance like a deer in headlights, which is ironic considering that the real deer is asking the question.

"Do you have something you want to tell us pads?"

This time it was Remus's turn, his voice gentle and kind, unlike the demanding tone of james, remus truely wanted his friend to be spared.

"astronomy tower? Y/n?"

...and peter, why does he always have to speak in broken words? And why does it make sense?

"Look prongs, i know i basically broke the one rule you set up for us and I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't fathom it would get this far."

"you're sorry?"

"yes"

"you're sorry you're dating my sister?"

"Yes- well! No!- i mean I am but-"

"one question sirius. One question, and you'll answer with utmost honesty. Understood?"

"yes prongs" sirius ofcourse showed no disobedience , everyone knew he wasn't ever sirius to prongs, it was always padfoot. And this meant he was serious, so he zipped up.

"do you love y/n? Does she mean something to you or are you behind her because she's just another girl at Hogwarts?"

james had a threatening voice, and oddly enough sirius failed to notice that...

" I do prongs, i love her with all i am,

I love the way she braids her hair, i love the way she stares when she's confused, I love how her brows twitch into a frown when she's concerned and how her tone is always laced with love and adoration.

I love her eyes when they sparkle as she talks about you, her friends, her owl and what not.

Merlin I love her voice and her sweet comebacks, when she tries to be mean and comes off as adorable. I love her prongs and trust me when i say that hurting her would be the last thing i'd do"

Taking a deep breath after finishing his monologue sirius took a step back ,expecting a loud thunder from james when he stood up and walked towards him.

however it seemed today was full of the unexpected, james's hand lifted and fell on Sirius's shoulder, landing with a thud that echoed across the silent room.

"you hurt her...and you're dead to me Sirius Orion Black. Alright?"

Sirius smiled, his eyes forming wrinkles at the corners.

In the end, james did infact glance at his direction the whole week, even more so than usual.

It seems as though some rules are meant to be broken.

A/n: this is it, the end I can't do this anymore lol imma start smth new, maybe a remus fic? Or anything else that strikes inspo tbh. Thanks for reading till this part and feel free to stick around for more marauders fanfics amongst other stuff :)

P.s: thanks for 100 on pt 2 <33

#just a short lil drabble #drabble #oneshot #might make part three #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #young marauders x reader #james sister reader #marauders x reader #harry potter #fanfiction #young sirius black x reader #marauders era fanfiction #Potter reader #Sirius black x potter reader #Sirius black fanfiction #Sirius black x you

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actual-changeling · 10 months

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-"I bet on losing dogs", Mitski

I always want you when I'm finally fine.

#alex edits tlou #tlou #the last of us #joel and ellie #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou part 2 spoilers #tlou part 2 #tlou2 #still playing around with different edit styles #also make no mistake i might make a lot of part 2 edits #but i absolutely despise the story of that game #and neil is top three on my shitlist

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give-me-one-good-reason · 7 months

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Trounced

I promised the next six or so pages of FYE, and I do, in fact, have them drawn out. Almost. Almost, because everything is done except for the drawings of Luigi himself, which remain in a state of constantly modified draft sketches because, as it turns out, I am completely incapable of drawing Luigi consistently. So, instead, I will be putting out a lot of fanart for a while as I try to settle on a consistent design for him.

Anyways, here is my first time drawing Mr. L. I am very happy with the debris in the background as well as his boots.

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Drunk Confessions

Angel Devil x Reader

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Part 2 {CURRENT} || Check for other parts on my MASTERLIST. (Pinned link)

What’s to come: OOC, himeno vomit scene, reader separates Himeno and Denji!! Reader curses once I think. Also barely proofread

Description: Accidentally getting drunk at a work party and letting yourself slip in front of someone you want to love oh so much. What could happen next?

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Three days. Three days spent in that hell hill of a hotel with barely any water and no food. You never got to eat after Power’s stunt of consuming all the food on the first day. It was annoying, but due to your contract, you had to keep a positive outlook. You pumped everyone up and told them to keep going, keep fighting! We’ll get out of this! But in reality, you had no clue on if it were to ever happen.

Everyone looked weak, Aki was in bed, Arai and Kobeni look like they only have a string connected to keeping their sanity, and the Blood Fiend kept talking to herself. Himeno was clenching onto the ledge of a deep hole watching the chainsaw kid fight the Eternity Devil. Maybe this is what you deserved? An eternal hell with no escape, the only way out being death. But you just had to return back home, you had to see Angel’s face again. You promised yourself that if you were to ever die, it would be with your trusted partner. You had no clue why you were the only one sent here without their actual partner, maybe Makima had something against you? You closed your eyes, maybe everything will end easily for you then.

You shot your eyes open when you head the chainsaw boy shout out about ending the Eternity Devil’s life. Everyone opened their once shut eyes to witness the glory of the outside world. With the snippet of energy you had left, you carried the kid named Denji’s unconscious body back to the Public Safety Headquarters.

You had never been happier to be home. Your apartment smelt nice, better than usual. You collapsed onto the floor, creating a loud thud noise. Angel quickly got out of the bedroom and came down to your side, he was concerned for you.

“[name]?! Are you okay? You’ve been gone for-“ Angel panicked, he couldn’t really do anything without wearing gloves

“…food. Please.” You murmured.

Makima allowed you to take one day off from working, which meant Angel had the day off as well. You were tired, you wished you could be in Angel’s arms, but that just wasn’t possible. That day was the only day Angel had ever cooked in the apartment. Maybe he felt bad for you? The food wasn’t anything good, but it had nutrients, so you had to eat it. You were thankful for Angel for being here with you, he barely spoke, but he was always someone close. He even wore gloves for most of the day just to be able to take care of you. Your heart felt content.

The day you went back to work was an uneventful one. Patrolling was nothing new, you found a small stray devil, it was taken care of accordingly. You and Angel sat in a comfortable silence with you filling out papers, which was soon broken when Himeno burst into the room.

“[name]! Oh, hi to you too” Himeno waved to you and Angel, “[name], we’re having a party with beers and all sorts of food at XXXXX. You know where that is, right?”

“Yeah, why are we having a party?” Your voice was somewhat sore from not speaking for the past few days

“Because we defeated the Eternity Devil! It’s a party for our victory! The entirety of Special Division 4 is invited, and you don’t have to worry about money, because Makima said she’d pay! Isn’t that cool? I don’t think she’s ever even been to a party before” Angel scrunched up next to you after hearing a certain someone’s name, you paid no mind.

“Uhm, sure. I’ll be there”

“Alright then! It starts at 7:45 PM! Make sure to be there~” With that, Himeno left the room.

The room was silent yet again, except it wasn’t comfortable. It felt like words were supposed to be spoken, but you didn’t know what. You felt Angel shift next to you, he was looking at you, you could feel his glare burn into your head.

“What’s up? Do you wanna go too?-“ You turn to look at him sweating

“I don’t want you to go” Angel’s mouth formed a pout, but his voice was serious

“Aw.. do you really like me that much?”

“No.”

“Oh, well. I’m still going, something else is paying! It’d be rude for me to turn it down, and it would be a great chance for me to been everyone else in our division. You don’t need to come…” Your heart felt sad, he didn’t like you like that, what were you thinking? But why was he so set on you not going to the party?

“Please, [name]. It’s because of M-“

“No, I’ve made up my mind. I’m going. Come on, put your gloves on. We’re leaving!” You stood up gleefully, but on the inside you felt horrible. Maybe if you listen to him he’d like you more? But you still wanted to go to that party, free food was the best. You slowly made your way out of the building with Angel a bit farther away for you than usual, he’s never this distant. What a terrible feeling.

You were home! It was somewhere close to 6 PM, you had bought take out for Angel so he could feast while you were gone. Was home really that lonely without you there? That could definitely be true, there isn’t much. Angel was in the bedroom, he was looking at an album you made when you were younger. Maybe you could talk about it later?

You skim your closet for something that would be fitting. If you were just going out to get beer with friends, you wouldn’t need to wear anything fancy… You stood there for a few minutes, analyzing.

“Just pick something” Angel complained, how long has he been watching you? You felt dumb.

“It’s harder than it looks! Lucky you, you don’t go outside other than for missions or patrol.” You groan and turn to look at him

“It really can’t be that hard.” Angel closed his eyes and shifted himself to sit properly on the bed.

“Fine! If you really think that way, how ‘bout you choose?” You joke, apparently he didn’t take it as one. Angel stood up from the bed and wandered next to you and examined your closet.

“What about that?” Angel pointed to a red shirt with a few frills on the sleeves, it was a childish shirt you bought as a joke. You don’t think you’ve ever worn that out in public ever.

“Hell no, what are you thinking?”

“This?” Angel then took your gaze to a purple top with a nice pattern, it was too casual for something like a party with co-workers.

“It’s cute, but maybe another time. Next!”

“You’re making this too hard for yourself” Angel mumbled. After a few minutes of searching, Angel actually something presentable for you to wear.

“Okay, what about this?” Angel held out a white button up shirt with short sleeves. It was comfortable and simple. A good choice, finally.

“Oh! That would work! Now, let’s see if it looks good on me now, it’s been a while since I-“ You say as you start taking your shirt off

“W-what are you- Don’t take your shirt off without warning! What the hell…” Angel‘s face flushed as he covered his eyes with his wings and turned around to face the wall. You chuckle a bit in response.

“Alright Angel, you can turn around now~ It’s on, no skin to see here!” When you finish your sentence, Angel turned around slowly, “You shouldn’t get so flustered about my naked body, in fact, you should probably get used to it” you laugh to yourself, Angel didn’t find it as amusing.

“It looks good.” Angel’s face still looked slightly red, maybe he did like you?

“Of course it does! Maybe it looks so good because you picked it out?” You giggle, “I’ll have to head out soon, I’ll bring some food back from the party if I can! Have fun being home alone!” You walk out the bedroom with Angel waving a small goodbye. Did it really take you that long to find something to wear?

You’d arrived to the bar a little later than everyone else, in fact, you met up with Kobeni on the walk there. The bar being not so far from your apartment was a life saver, no car had to be used! Maybe you did take 30 minutes to find something presentable.

“Oh, look who came! Kobeni and [name]! Welcome welcome! Come here, we’re at this table!” Himeno waved her hand to get your attentions, she must have already started drinking, because no normal person would shout out in the middle or a bar like that, right?

You and Kobeni had slowly made your way there. People complimented Kobeni’s cute dress, you included. Power hogged all the Sashimi and Fried Chicken, people were drinking and having fun. You were sat to Himeno’s right and right in front of Aki. Soon came time for the newbies to introduce themselves, which included you for some reason.

“[name]! You go introduce yourself first, since you’re not a newbie!” Himeno said, her voice was booming!

“Why? You said it, I’m not new-“

“Yeah, but you never come to parties with us… and you always take shifts that end earlier than everyone else, we never get to talk to you!”

“That’s right, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before” a girl with short brown hair said, you sighed and reluctantly introduced yourself.

“My name is [name] [last name], I’ve been working here for a few years already. And my devil contract is… hmm. It’s been awhile actually. Uh, I it’s-“

“Hey! It’s Makima!” Denji shouted out with Makima entering the booth, she was still in her work attire. What a life saver!

With that, the others introduced themselves. The night was fun, maybe you should hang around your colleagues more often. You didn’t order any beer, you had to keep an eye on the chainsaw kid, a request from Aki. Many things happened, one being a drinking competition between Makima and Aki for the information of Denji’s importance. After that, you started feeling woozy. Nauseous even. Almost like you had been drinking, but you explicitly remember never doing anything like that. You felt increasingly drunk, how was that possible? Maybe one of your drinks got swapped with Himeno or Makima’s you were sitting next to the heaviest drinkers of the party after all.

The end of the party was a wreck, Himeno and Denji had a kiss. A vomit filled one. Arai took Denji to the bathroom, meanwhile you took Himeno a different bathroom. You helped her clean up with her meshing herself onto you. She didn’t know how to handle yourself, you wanted to say something, but it’d be rude.

Returning back to your booth, the night soon calmed down. Aki was almost passed out, Makima looked fine, Himeno was on your lap muttering incomprehensible words with her eyes half shut, Denji looked depressed, and Power was trying her best to impress the entire unit with her “high” IQ.

The party died down at about midnight, people were waving goodbye. You were holding a box of take out fried chicken and sashimi, Makima left quickly, Power was carrying Aki out to get a taxi- what about Denji? Shouldn’t he be with Aki? You look around to see Himeno carrying Denji and walking away.

You quickly caught up to them, you too were somewhat lightheaded and drunk, but you still had enough sense to get Denji away from Himeno before she did something she could regret, Denji was still just a kid. Himeno whined and complained, but soon left you alone and skipped to her own apartment. You tried to find Aki and Power, but apparently they had already left. You couldn’t leave Denji on the streets, that would make you feel worse than you already did. You let out a dragged out sigh. With Denji on your back and the take out box being held by your mouth, you stumbled your way back home.

Denji was heavy, not big enough to crush you, but heavy enough for your back to start aching after you got home and slumped his body onto the couch. That was where you were supposed to sleep. Your jaw was also aching, the take out box wasn’t even that heavy. You placed it onto the kitchen’s counter and made your way to the bedroom.

You took off the clothes you were wearing for the party and tossed them onto the floor, you found one of your big old shirts on top of your desk and put that on. You were still pants-less, but at this point you could care less. Angel was in bed, sleeping. His snores were soft, but loud enough to be heard at the distance you were from him. You went to the bed and stole a few plushies laying around and made yourself a make-shift bed out of them in the corner of your room. It was uncomfortable. The worst feeling in the world.

Maybe it was because you were drunk. You weren’t thinking straight! Or maybe it was the yearning you felt for him, it was a bad decision either way. You made your way to the bed and lunged face first into the bed. Which definitely woke up Angel.

He flinched, and got out of bed to look at you. It felt like years had passed since you got to sleep in this bed, it smelt like Angel now. You grabbed his arm and looked back at him.

“What are you doing?! Do you have a death wish or something?” The room’s dark, but Angel’s halo makes his features glow. His face was beautiful, more beautiful that you had ever seen him.

“No, I just think you’re so pretty.” You pulled him back onto the bed.

“[name], you know I can’t- did you get drunk at that party?” Angel murmured

“No! Welllll, maybee?” You drag out your words on purpose, “Please, just stay here with me? Just let me have this..”

“No- you know even if I wanted to we can’t.” Angel shook his head and got out of your grip and shuffled to the bedroom’s door, “I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, good night.”

That didn’t last long though, Denji was on the couch so-

“[name].” Almost as quick as lightning, Angel came back to the room, “There’s a weird kid muttering and sleeping on our couch.”

“Haha, our couch… that’s uhm, the chainsaw kid I was telling you abouuut! He couldn’t go hooome, so he’s here noww!” Your head hurt like hell, you’re slurring your words, definitely drunk.

“So this is why you’re here. Whatever, you won’t remember any of this, will you?” Angel muttered those words y see his breath, maybe you weren’t supposed to hear that? Angel walked over to the desk and put on a few spare gloves.

“What are youuu dooooingg?”

“Something you’d wanna do apparently, but I wanna do it even more.” Angel sat next to you in the bed, you two were almost touching.

You almost immediately rushed onto him, Angel made sure no skin contact was made. Which was easy, since he was wearing long sleeves. You nuzzled yourself on his lap, he smiled, but you didn’t see that. Right?

“I don’t understand and you. Why do you feel the need to be so close to me?” Angel murmured, you look up at him and climb onto him slowly. He allows this.

“Because I like you soooo much…” You’re on his lap, looking at his face. His oh so beautiful face, you don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him before.

“W-what?”

“I like you so so so soooo much! I like your long hair, your wings are so pretty, you’re the perfect height…”

“Are these even your true feelings or is this the alcohol?-“

“These feelings are real! And I like you so so so much! If I could say the other word I would, but you know that I can’t.” You rest your head on his covered shoulder, his hands slowly reaches your back and starts stroking you softly, “I think you’re beautiful.”

“I… I wish we could do this more often.” Angel’s voice was softer than usual, his voice was almost… angelic?

“Angeeel~ Let’s play a gaaame!!” You laugh, a drunk laugh, but to you it was so real.

“…are you sure?”

“Yes yes yes!” You lift your hands to out onto his shoulders and lift your head back up. You look at him for just a moment before humming yourself a tune and getting up to put on some spare gloves that were lying on your desk. It was dark, you still made it safety, even if you didn’t, you were sure Angel would be next to you in a flash.

You rushed to put them on and sit next to Angel. His warmth was everything.

“Let’s play… ‘Will this hurt’!” You smile, a drunken smile, but to you if was real. You just had to hope Angel thought so too.

“What do you mean-“

“I’m gonna touch you, and you’re gonna tell me if it took away any of my life span!”

“What?! [name], that’s dangerous. You’re not-“

“Nooo! We haave toooo! Don’t you wanna knoooww? It’s okayy, I’m okay with iiit!”

“[name], no. I don’t want you to… I don’t want you to live a shorter life.”

“Fiiine, I’ll only touch for a second~ pleeease?” You pout. You could definitely see the effect of had on Angel.

“..fine.”

You take your gloves hand and slowly trace his wings with your fingers. Angel’s face shifts into pure bliss for a split second before fixing his composure. You make him look at you as you get closer to his feathers with your face and slowly kiss them for a second.

“Did you take anything? I didn’t feel anything-“

“I-I didn’t take anything.” His face was flushed, he was adorable. You yearned to see this side of him more often.

You crawled your way onto his lap yet again and lean next to his ear. You got a hold of one of his silky red locks of hair and kiss it with a nice smooch sound.

“What about that?”

“N-nothing.”

“Good… last round…” You shifted your body to make yourself face him again. You kiss your pointer and middle finger at the same time and gently place them onto Angel’s lips, “What about that..?”

“I-I think you already know t-the answer.” Angel’s face was beat red, he looked adorable. You wished you could kiss him for real.

“I think I’m gonna sleep here now… I…” You rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arms around his body. This was your first time ever touching him this much, it felt amazing. He slowly accepted the fact you were indeed drifting to sleep, “I…I lo-“

“Shush, don’t say it. You don’t need to.” Angel leaned his head against yours and slowly whispered, this feeling was new to him. He wished it would stay like this forever. No more devil hunting, just close intimacy between two room mates. He would fight the world to stay like this with you, but he wouldn’t ever say it, right?

“I love you too, [name]. I hope you remember what happened today.” Angel whispered, but you were already asleep.

Denji woke up, he was dizzy. Himeno’s kiss was nothing he’d every experienced before. And it was definitely nothing he’d want to feel again. You took him to your house. That’s the only thing he remembers. He was laying on a couch, maybe he could talk to you?

He walked around, bumping in to many many of the furniture laid out, accompanied by many many curses. He soon made it to your bedroom door and slowly crept it open.

He saw an angel, an angel with red hair and large white wings. He was holding your unconscious corpse, is this a dream? Were you… dead? The answer was no, but Denji didn’t know that.

“H-Hey! What the hell are you doing-“ Denji shouted out

“Get out.” Angel quickly covered your half naked body with his wings and threatened Denji with his glare.

Denji decided he didn’t care that much, this was just a dream after all.

You woke up in your bed, you were only in your underwear. You remembered never putting pants back on, you laugh to yourself. You hear shouting from the outside of your room.

You sigh and rub your eyes to go check out what was going on. It was Denji and Angel.

“What were you doing with [name] you weirdo!”

“Who are you calling weirdo?! I’m-“

“What the fuck are you two doing.” You mutter, “It’s too early for this. My head hurts like hell. Oh, Denji go drink water.” Denji did as you instructed and left Angel alone for a bit.

“[name], do you remember-“

“Don’t worry Angel, I remember everything.” You smile, you lead him to the kitchen’s counter and grabbed a pen and a sticky note.

You wrote the four words you were dying to say to him, “I love you Angel”. You looked back at him and smiled, maybe it wasn’t a dream.

“I love you too…” Angel whispered, he spread out his wings slowly, only for you to trail kisses on them for the second time in your life. It made your heart flutter.

“Ew gross. Oh! [name], I had a horrible kiss yesterday, could you maybe-“ Denji spoke up with a cup of water in his hand

“Go to hell, kid” Angel muttered.

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a/N: my eyes hurt after writing this

I had a dream about this scenario at some point.

Maybe I’ll make a backstory for [name] for more story building if you guys would like that. You’d find out why [name] can’t say ily

I don’t know how to make a master list

Give me requests because I’m stupid and I might have officially run out of ideas for Angel!! (Not really but I’ll think of something)

Next fic might be about yoshida (csm pt.2)

-Yours truly, 💟

#aliusworld #chainsaw man x reader #angel devil x you #angel devil chainsaw man #angel devil x reader #chainsawman x reader #chainsaw man x you #angel devil csm #csm x reader #I’ve been spent #might make a part three of this series #does this count as a series #Angel devil makes me wanna scream #I love him #maybe akiangel x reader later #(different fic series)

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"stop making [media] your whole personality"

ah... okay. yes. so.

first off:

there's this neurodivergent thing, where you use an interest as a filter for processing the world.

for some people that is called a "special interest," for others with different needs it is more of a "hyperfixation;" there are far more variations than i (or the field of psychology) know how to describe now. if you want to understand the difference there are people who can explain those variations better than me. but i can tell you what it feels like.

you discover something.

it doesn't matter what it is; you find something that speaks to you, something you can connect to, and it becomes a bubble of safe habitat from which you can rest from and explore and connect to all the other parts of this strange chaotic world.

a source of joy. a source of illumination.

it's like you're a person who has lived all their life in dark caves and you find something that glows.

these interests can be anything.

(literally anything; i personally derive meanings that you could never imagine from ✨ drainage ditches. ✨)

but very often, they are stories. tv shows, books, movies, comics, songs, podcasts, minecraft improv streams, cartoons, web serials, whatever

these things are:

tangible. you can hold them in your hands, replay them, turn on the subtitles, take screenshots, read the sheet music

and yet

real. they form a genuine connection from your (isolated, untranslatable) internal world to other (formerly unknowable) people and the rest of the universe

they create meaningfulness

and they exist because humans find these incredibly effective soul-deep ways of communicating to one another.

now, appreciating stories, that's not a neurodivergent thing. that's a human thing.

the point of relevance here is that experiencing an extreme love for stories is a neurodivergent thing.

it's a very common neurodivergent trait which often gets mocked, portrayed as childish, and used as a pretext for infantilization and bullying.

(and it is also a trait of young people in general, to take stories very seriously in a way that looks silly to adults, and that is something that many people (regardless of age) try to bully out of each other.

what good is that doing anyone?)

"stop making [x] your whole personality"

listen, you. get down off that goddamn embankment and climb down into this ditch with me. dip your toes in this oily water. watch the stars and city lights ripple into constellations you've never seen

now look me in the eye

you need to understand that no matter what lowbrow, cringey, problematic or otherwise not-to-your-tastes drivel you might be complaining about today,

you are talking about the phenomenon of creativity

you are talking about a transcendent catalyst of human emotion

and yes that includes the overmilked disney franchises, it includes the formulaic shippy fanfictions, it includes whatever brightly-colored cartoon this website is obsessed with this year (and will be having incredibly dramatic meltdowns over next year), it includes the cheesy action movies and the fanservicey anime and the badly-designed video games and the milquetoast tiktok "literature", it includes the indistinguishable scribbles of some random five-year-old and/or famous fine artist and/or precocious elephant

i get it. you care about real life and touching grass and shit. you have taste. just take the stilts off your horse for a second, okay?

i know you're probably sick of "let people like things" discourse

i would just like for you to stop for a second and take a deep breath, and let the stench of whatever is in this mud puddle wash over you (yeah i know, ew, but you'll be fine) and consider

what is so bad about having a cringey personality, anyway?

and maybe you will think better of making "stop making [some silly moment in the universe] your personality" into your personality and maybe you will come off as a little bit less of a snob/ableist/ass and maybe you will have a slightly better outlook on life among humans.

that's all. yeah you can get out of the gutter now. thank you for coming to my ted talk—

ooh wait, look, a bottle cap

#''let people like things'' is not enough #let people find joy in the mundane stupid shit of life goddamn you #rant #*waves hands inarticulately* your sprouts!#protect your sprouts #idk if i'm making sense #i failed literature 101 three times for this #fuck it #maybe this is the semester i go back and pass that goddamn class #long post #actuallyautistic #adhd feels #neurodivergent breadtab #ableism #and that thing i don't know what to call it #where the intellectuals and the anti-intellectuals are fighting and it makes my head hurt because they're both missing part of the picture #and for me that part whatever it is it's foundational #sleep deprived #i have more to say about drainage btw #unfortunately it's more of a ''rotating in my mind'' kind of interest so it might not #make sense #per se #however i could probably get more poetic about this considering the thing I'm rotating in my mind is the sum and substance of how #humanity intersects with the water cycle of the entire earth #in summary: woder

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