#not the best but atleast i can somewhat enjoy it

[infoglitch]

i beg of thee... please... more blackguard stuff. am dyin over here...

It appears the sinners have demanded my attention.

Very well, it's time

TO LOCK THE FUCK IN!

Back bone.

Jaune found himself sitting in his dorm gaming with ruby and surprisingly Weiss was with them, watching as the two were playing "street clash revolve" with jaune winning 3 matches as it was a best of six. With ruby winning 4 matches.

Jaune: Oop! Oop! Here it comes ruby!

Ruby: oh you think?! Aight bring it vomit boy!

Jaune proceed to tap a chain of buttons.

Up forward and then B as jaune shouted with enthusiasm.

Jaune: KANE OVERDRIVE!

On the TV screen the letters K. O. plastered the screen as Ruby groaned but also laughed as her and jaune fist bump. With Weiss watching in awe.

Ruby: GG jaune, GG.

Jaune: what you mean GG? We only got two rounds left before one of us wins.

Ruby: unfortunately I gotta get ready.me and yang will be heading to our dad's cabin for our break, and I gotta grab my bags and get ready, me and her will leave in an hour.

Jaune: awe, well I understand

Weiss: you sure you two and your father couldn't reschedule?

Jaune and Ruby had to do a double take as they looked at Weiss who they completely forgot was there.

Weiss:... Look I'm on the edge of my seat and I want to see who wins!

Jaune and Ruby look at eachother.

Jaune: are you sure we aren't sharing a dream?

Ruby: definitely. But regardless sorry Weiss but I gotta go, if don't who knows when me and yang will be able to go again.

Weiss sighed and nodded.

Weiss: very well, I do hope you and Yang enjoy your time back with your father.

Ruby:.. thanks weiss

Ruby walked out as jaune and Weiss sat on the formers bed with Jaune just looking at Weiss.

Jaune: hey um.. real talk, but why have you been so interested in what me and ruby do lately.

Weiss: oh just curiosity, plus I figured it do me some good to get to hang out with my leader and her friend.

Jaune looked at her as he put his controller away and fully turned to her.

Jaune: it's Bleiss isn't it?

Weiss just sat there before groaning.

Weiss: i don't know why but whenever I try to be Alone she constantly pops up and bugs me over and over again, its getting frustrating and since i cant be alone any more-

Jaune: you started hanging out with me and ruby?

Weiss nodded and looked away somewhat ashamed.

Jaune: so I assume you dont actually find what we do to hang out interesting?

Weiss: at first yes but just being around you two, there's this energy you give off that is just.. nice to be around, your like air purifiers... That was a bad analogy I'm sorry.

Jaune just chuckled but waved his hand.

Jaune: I think I understand. But outside of that.. Weiss this is your sister we are talking about. And neither of you have seen eachother for...

Weiss:... 5 years.

Jaune: 5 years, and from what i can tell, she wants to atleast catch up.

Weiss: it's not like I don't know that! Its just- why can't she just be-

Jaune: normal? Weiss your normal is based around fancy balls and gala's. How Bleiss is acting is normal. Shes being herself. Shes being&

Weiss: loud, foul mouthed, and is flirting with basically every man here?

Jaune: yeah that. All I'm gonna say is this, siblings may come from the same family, but they don't always have the same lessons as us... I can't believe I actually used the advice saph gave me.

Weiss chuckled as she just looked at the knight. The two hadn't completely become friends but jaune hoped they were getting there, and so far from he could tell.. they were.

Then footsteps are heard as one Belamere "bleiss" noir givrése. Weiss Schnee's twin sister. Her attire still the same biker aesthetic as ever with her looking around the room, before seeing jaune.

Bleiss: ah you jaune I wanna talk to you for a second.

To both Jaune and Weiss's her tone was less rude and more... polite.

Weiss: where the hell was this?!

Jaune: uh sure just give me a second.

Bleiss: take your time but this is rather important.

Weiss: WHERE THE HELL WAS THIS?!

Jaune adjusted himself as he followed Bleiss outside the room only to be pinned to the wall as he yelped before being hushed by the twin of his snow angel.

Bleiss: I need your help arc, my dear sister and I have obviously not gotten along. So I need you to help me out here since you, Weiss, and that ruby girl, are buddy-buddy now. Got it?

Jaune simply nodded as Bleiss smiled.

Bleiss: good. And If you do well enough who knows.. I may give you a taste of people out of your leag-

Jaune removed her hand from his mouth rather calmly as he spoke.

Jaune: don't even think about it, I'm doing this because Weiss is my friend, and I prefer her not having to deal with any problem that can be solved. I don't care what you give in exchange.

Bleiss:.. that's surprisingly noble. Here I was thinking he was just a loser going for women out of his league.

Jaune: are we done now?

Bleiss: hm? Oh yes, I'll be going now, till then, noble knight~

Jaune raised an eyebrow at the nickname as Bleiss walked away with a smirk.

Bleiss: perhaps this place is nothing like vacoue, and if that's the case this will be lovely~

And that end this installment of the growing story between Bleiss and Jaune.

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss schnee #rwby blackguard #jaune x bleiss #i have like- so many ideas for how jaune and this bitch meet so sit back and fucking watch mothafuckers!

[fictoculus]

౨ৎ they find you crying...

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FEAT... venti, cyno, itto, tighnari

A/N... i just wanted to put in a little message to say how greatful i am for all the love and support! it genuinely brings a smile to my face reading what you guys write when you repost one of my works. also, please don't be shy and send me some requests! i want to make sure i'm making content that people will enjoy and am struggling to think of interesting concepts ♡

WARNINGS... references to low mental health (venti)

✧ venti.

♪ you'd been feeling low for a while now, spending your days alone at stormbearer point, losing yourself in you thoughts as you gaze absentmindedly at the scenery below you

♪ venti would be more than just concerned, though he may be completely oblivious at first; it takes him a while to notice how you're truly feeling

♪ when he does, he feels an ache in his heart, he scolds himself for not noticing sooner

♪ he's sure to shower you in gifts, whether they be big or small, and always make sure to spend quality time with you, refusing to leave until he sees that beautiful smile of yours

stormbearer point was... somewhat comforting. the soft, gentle breeze brushing against you as you dangle your feet off the edge, though you weren't swinging you legs in joy as you usually would. instead, they dangled freely off the edge, swaying only when the wind willed them to. contrary to the environment around you, your life for the past few weeks had been anything but pretty. it felt as if the flowers of your mind had wilted, leaving you with the shrivelled stems as you desperately buried them over and over, praying to the gods that some miracle would make them sprout once more.

your beloved, venti, had been completely oblivious to your state of mind, thanks to your ability to mask your emotions; though you'd hoped that, even then, he would've been able to see past your facade. only now, 3 weeks later, does he finally notice the dullness in your eyes as he gazes into them, holding your cheeks in his hands to stop you from turning away.

while you had been completely lost in your thoughts, he had seen you perched upon the edge, slowly lowering himself down to sit beside you and snaking an arm around your waist. his eyebrows furrow as he feels your body tremble against him, followed by shallow sobs and quiet sniffles; his heart shattered. how hadn't he noticed that you, the love of his life, hadn't truly been feeling the joy he had falsely seen in your broken smile?

from that point onwards, the bard made sure to keep his eye on you, watching you from afar as you spent time alone, making sure to take you to your favourite cafe atleast once a week. he'd also shower you in gifts, whether it be a dandelion he had found on his adventures, or a hat he'd bought from a merchant that he thought would compliment you perfectly (though he thinks you look simply stunning in anything and everything).

✧ cyno.

♪ cyno being cyno, he'd most likely tell you the "best" jokes he can think of, knowing they always make you smile (mostly for the wrong reasons...)

♪ as soon as he finds you huddled up in the corner, sobbing into your knees as you cradle them into your chest, he instantly questions you; wondering who would dare hurt his beloved, he is the general mahamatra after all...

♪ naturally, his immediate thought is to track down the perpatrator and administer judgement just like he would with any other criminal, but it comes to his realisation that this isn't just any old criminal, it's someone that had hurt you

life can be... overwhelming sometimes, something cyno knows well. yes, administering judgement does bring a sense of pride, but being face-to-face with so many wrong-doers can really be damaging. that's why his level of understanding is so deep, he can really empathise with what your feeling, though sometimes he struggles to comfort others.

so, when he finds you curled up in the corner, trembling as you pull your knees closer to your chest, he finds himself frozen to the spot.

"did they hear me come in? i don't think they did... how am i suppossed to announce myself without scaring them?"

he ends up making a fool of himself.

his first idea is to clear his throat, but because he didn't want to frighten you (worried that you'd jump and hit your head on the wall you were propped up against), his coughs ended up being far too quiet to overpower your sobs. his "back-up plan" was to simply walk over and hug you, placing a hand behind your head and pulling you into his chest, shushing every so often and rocking the two of you from side to side.

you sat their for a good 5 minutes, not saying a word to each other but basking in the comfortable silence. being wrapped in his arms alone is more than enough comfort; his warmth lulling you to sleep as your eyes flutter shut.

crying can take a lot of energy, and so it's only natural for you to dose off once the stress that's been bothering you all day finally leaves you in peace.

the general feels your head fall limp on his shoulder, your sniffling eventually silencing as you relax against him. gently, he lifts you up from the floor, carrying you to the bed and carefully setting you down before climbing in beside you.

"goodnight, my love, we'll talk about it tomorrow, ok?"

✧ itto.

♪ itto is very energetic, and thrilled at the idea of adventure (and beetles). so, when he hears you sniffling behind the door of your shared bedroom, he assumes you've come down with a cold and bursts into the room with boxes upon boxes of tissues and cold medicine

♪ only when he sees your face wet with tears does he realise, you're crying

♪ call him overdramatic, but he literally drops everything and rushes over to you, tackling you backwards onto the bed and squeezing the sadness out of you

"3... 2... 1..."

with a loud thud, your shared bedroom door is flung open and an eager oni jumps through, arms full of sickness necessities (including a mountain of snacks to fulfill any and all possible cravings).

"[name]! i heard you sniffling soooo... i brought tissues and cold medicine and chocolate and- babe?"

your scans your face, staring at you longingly until he finally catches your eyes, red and puffy. you can see the way his heart shattered just by the way he looks at you; a small, almost unnoticeable, crease between his eyebrows expressing his concern.

"c'mere..."

despite asking you to hug him, he charges right at you, the shock briefly stopping your tears as his tackles you backwards and onto the bed. as soon as he's comfortably ontop of you, he kisses your face all over, slightly rougher on your cheeks but feather-light on your eyelids, which were squeezed shut. satisfied, he gives you one final kiss on the lips before burying his face in the crook of your neck and hugging you tight; as if he was trying to squeeze the sadness out of you.

"what's got you all upset, hm? wanna talk about it?"

and so you talk, explaining how everything had gone wrong that day, impersonating the vendor you had "argued" with as itto listens carefully, refraining himself from interrupting you no matter how tempting it may be. only once you had finished does he share his input, reassuring you that you weren't in the wrong and practically yelling in frustration at how unprofessional and rude the vendor had been.

he even offered to cook for the two of you, though you ended up ordering becaue this man cannot cook to save his life. that's ok though, it's the thought that counts.

✧ tighnari.

♪ tighnari, being a forest ranger, is not often home during the day, meaning collei would be the one to find you crying

♪ she would rush off to find tighnari almost immediately, who, conventiantly, is only a minutes walk outside gandharva ville, observing the wellbeing of the flora and fauna of sumeru

♪ the two of them would come running within minutes, tighnari panting as he bursts into your shared home with look of pure worry plastered onto his face

♪ simply talking with eachother provided you with more than enough comfort, hence why the two of you spent hours just talking, snuggled up close under the cover and discussing whatever came to mind

you try your best to muffle your sobs, hands clasping over your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. tighnari wasn't home, and the last thing you'd want is for collei to hear you (since you're a somewhat parental figure to her).

however, things don't always go to plan.

as if fate itself was against you, a rhythmic knock echoes throughout yours and tighnari's shared home, one you know far too well. you curse under your breath, rubbing your face down messily with your hands before scrambling to the door. you take a deep breath before pulling it open, greeting collei with a warm smile, like you always do. you do everything in your power to keep your composure, to stop your voice from wavering as you spoke, but your attempts were proven futile.

"[name]? a- are you doing ok? your eyes are all red..."

that was all it took for you to break down.

poor collei is strucken with pure panic; she has never seen you like this before and genuinely doesn't know how to help you. there's only one solution she can come up with: tighnari.

before you could even attempt to mutter an apology, the greenette is practically sprinting towards the forest, yelling over her shoulder:

"i'll be right back!"

tighnari, thankfully, was only a couple minute's walk outside of gandharva ville, studying the wellbeing of the sumeru's flora and fauna. attatched to his satchel is a small drawstring pouch, where he collects fallen petals or damaged flowers, later drying or pressing them and gifting them to you as a substitute for the traditional bouquet.

"collei?"

his ears perk up at the sound of collei barging past the dense bushes and shrubbery, only to immediately drop down as collei explains how you'd burst into tears, panting heavily from the long run.

without hesitation, the ranger messily packs his belongings before sprinting in the village's direction, wasting no time before bursting through the front door and throwing himself onto you, enveloping you in his comforting warmth. the two of you would just stand in the doorway for a few minutes, holding onto eachother tightly. you gripped onto the back of his shirt as if he was your lifeline. in a way, he was.

"i'm so sorry i wasn't here, sweetheart. next time this happens, you come find me, ok?"

he peppers you with kisses, mainly on your forehead and nose, eventually dragging you to the bedroom where the two of you cuddle until the sun sets, not wanting to fall asleep but instead just talk about anything and everything.

"we only need to talk about it if you want to, okay? i love you, [name], i will always be here"

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[akutasoda]

Can I request the obey me brothers with a rebellious teenager mc platonic ofc

try me

synopsis - first impressions in the devildom did solely delend on your current rebellious stage

includes - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor - all platonic

warnings - gn!teen!reader, fluff, slight crack, slight spoilers for lesson 16, wc - 1.3k

a/n: you don't know how tempted i was to name this 'its not a phase'

lucifer ★↷

↪when you had first arrived in the devildom he had two first impressions: number one was a slight bit of concern that you were quite young and the second being atinge of annoyance on your first signs of defiance. he kind of expected it, he has younger brothers and you can't tell me he didn't have to put up with their rebellious teen stages.

↪he never would say he enjoyed your acts of defiance and just oberall signs of rebellion. but as your time dragged on in devildom he definitely would adapt more of a fatherly roleans becomes slightly more tolerant of your attitude. still would scold you every now and again but it was always notably a lighter scolding.

↪sometimes he swears you're going to be the death of him but still can't help but want to look out for you. he knows it's a phase even though you insist it isn't he will still entertain it to some degree.

mammon ★↷

↪from the moment he saw you in devildom he knew you two would get along. he could tell that you wouldbe willing to help him with whatever crazy idea he had, sure it may of been because you are feeling really rebellious but hey it was something fun. so he was even more excited when you wanted to join him in his antics.

↪and whatever you got up to, it would always end up in a very lengthy lecture from lucifer. but the more time you spent in the devildom, the more mammon felt responsible to look after you. not as if he was forced to but as a genuine feeling of wanting yo help you with whatever. he started seeing you as one of his siblings therefore wanting to become the best older brother you could have.

↪and what better way to spend you're rebellious phase than with your newly appointed older brother who was probably equally as troublesome as you were. always encouraging the others behaviour but still knowing when to reel it back and offer genuine support.

leviathan ★↷

↪leviathan was indifferent to you at first. you seemed pretty cool but you were a so called normie in his eyes and pair that with his slight dislike to your rebellious, outgoing behaviour - it just didn't make him immediately click with you. but that being said you felt differently, you did quite like games yourself and leviathan seemed cool to hang around.

↪after a painfully long time, you had finally managed to get somewhat close to the third brother. mainly after learning you could dial it back and weren't as much as a normie as he thought. although your rebellious attitude was still very prominent, he didn't mind it as much. especially when you would challenge everyone and anyone that talked bad at him. demon or not you're defiance often lead to you either physically or verbally fighting with them.

↪he was very endeared by this and indeed did start classing you as what normies would call 'a best friend'. and felt somewhat as if he had to protect you aswell, seeing as sometimes he would compare your relationship woth him to those of close siblings in a video game or anime he watched.

satan ★↷

↪first impressions weren't in your favour but satan knew especially to never judge a book by it's cover. and he was very glad he didn't. your initial defiance did slightly put him off of attempting to atleast get along with the new exchange student. but then he started realising that you were infact only a teen and this was infact a rebellious stage - he remembers his very clearly but he still thinks he's in one.

↪and after giving you a chance, he very much liked being around you. you seemed to maintain a very good sense of rationality but when it came to being told what to do (by lucifer especially) you always refused and would either not do it or do it your own unique way. he very much enjoyed seeing lucfier become stumped on what to do about your behaviour.

↪but past that he felt he could somewhat relate to your behaviour, temporary or not, and thus saw himself as a close friend of yours. the feeling was mutual. he never thought he would call a human that but after meeting you he just couldn't help it, sometimes he even saw himself as your older brother.

asmodeus ★↷

↪asmodeus's first impression was a bit more negative for his liking. he didn't really like your rebellion and overall defiance in total. but then he started remembering his rebellious phases, slightly embarrassing he may add, and so maybe you weren't that bad. and maybe he would help you in your teenage stages, afterall he wishes someone did with him.

↪so he gave you a chance and turned out to very much enjoy hanging out with you. and of course your rebellion meant you would often sneak out with him. but overall he would always help you with whatever and would never discourage you from doing much. the only thing he never really liked that much was your rebellion causing you to fight any demon that looked at you the wrong way.

↪very much would enjoy gossiping with you and often you two would spend ages gossiping before looking for something to do. asmo did see you as a little sibling, like you were apart of their family and so was very happy with looking out for you in more of a mental and emotional way to help you navigate your rebellious phase.

beelzebub ★↷

↪upon first seeing you at the devildom he felt somewhat confused about how to think about you. it didn't help that you immediately started defying not only lucifer but diavolo himself. but beel understood, he does very much remember his rebellious phase afterall he did get temporarily get banned from a few places and spent many nights being scolded by lucifer.

↪but after spending much time with you, he started feeling as if he was some sort of older brother to you. and eventually you started feeling as if you were apart of their family. so beel felt the need to protect you especially when your rebellions often lead you to picking fights with random demons. he had ready lost a sibling dear to him once, he won't let it happen again.

↪he also would often try and get you out of harsher punishments and lectures after you started bending rules even further. but he personally never would discourage you from doing anything. he knew you were doing it for a reason, natural or something more. but overall would just look out for you.

belphegor ★↷

↪when you had first met him in the devildom and showed signs of your rebellious attitude, he started thinking you would just be annoying and rather inconvenient. so for a while he started ignoring you, everyone just sort of chalked it up to the 'incident' but that wasn't really it. with your attitude you hadn't cared that much after anymore.

↪but part of your rebellious attitude included you interpreting his ignorance as a challenge. a challenge to try and get closer to him. and by some miracle your persistance had broken down that initial wall and he started not minding you as much as he thought he would. maybe part of that was due to his entertainment from watching lucifer get tired of your antics.

↪and in the end he never did mins your antics, he found them rather entertaining and often encouraged you to do some things. he does vaguely remember his rebellious stage and some may say he is still in it, but overall as long as it didn't disturb his sleep he very much didn't mind.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #obey me x mc #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x you #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #obey me leviathan #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #obey me satan #satan x mc #satan x reader #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor #belphegor x mc #belphegor x reader

[dylansslutt]

not forbidden / j.m

 authors note// this show has had a grip on me & so have bella and pedro... so this could not not be done. enjoy my loves ( all work is mine, i dont own the show or characters tho)

warnings: age gap (reader is in their late 20s) , violence, death,

 summary: being involved with Marlene and the fireflies leads you to take Ellie with Joel…

 after being stuck with joel and tess, to protect ellie on this trip to get her to the other location. due to marlene getting shot, and now being with them things have been something...

   you were younger than joel and tess, but not a teen or anything. seeing how him and tess were towards each other you didn’t even bother trying. even though at any chance your gaze shifted onto the man near you. yet deciding to just prove yourself smart and worthy.

 after tess’s death it left the two of you with ellie, things have changed dramatically. you were protective of ellie in your own way, but being alone now with joel the atmosphere shifted. more for you since he was off standish.

   about a week of being out in the wild has gone by; a fire was going and ellie was snug in her sleeping bag asleep. as you watch her, the similarities of your younger sister, who was about her age when she died, and ellie we very much the same.

 gulping that thought down, your eyes shift and catches joel’s who eyes were already on you. clearing your throat, you sit up more.

 “get some rest, i’ll take first watch.”

 you hope he doesn’t argue with you since the idea of sleeping made you sick. shockingly he actually agrees, before heading over across ellie on the other side of the fire. you shift your gun before walking around slightly, checking the perimeter before getting comfy by a rock.

 hours pass and you strolled around atleast 6 times, until settling back in your spot. eyes shifting on joel who was facing toward you, he looks peaceful. not scowling or seeming stressed or tired, something you weren’t use to seeing.

 glancing over at ellie who was still in deep sleep, you bit your lip. thoughts creep in... your sister died almost a year ago, with you being the one to have to do it.

 you escaped FEDRA with lara, after your dad passed from one of the guards doing. being only about 17 and your sister was 13, you two found marlene about two weeks later.

 until then things were good; you two were together, fed and somewhat safe. you did runs with marlene but you made lara stay at base since it was too dangerous. till one day your sister who thought since she was getting older insisted on coming...

 “i told you no, i don’t give a fuck it’s already dangerous enough.” you glare at her, tired of her trying to be reckless. running your hand over your face in annoyance.

 “marlene said i can so i’m going. you cant treat me like a kid forever!” she yells at you, your eyes snapping in her direction furiously. stalking forward giving her a huge shove, she stumbles back in shock.

 “im your sister! i fuckin’ look out for you, so don’t you ever tell me what the fuck i cant do. until you stop acting like a child, i’ll keep treating you like one.” your anger was obvious but you try to retain it the best you can.

 her face matches yours, chest heaving with resentment. “i’m going.” she shoves you back softly, you giving a warning look.

 “if ya’ get in trouble don’t come screaming for me. i warned you once.” with that you grab you pack, stalking out the room. your eyes find marlene’s and anger courses through you.

 “if anything happens, i sw-”

 “she’ll be fine, she’s ready.” you scoff, ready your ass. “she’s fourteen!”

 “and you were only a few years older, if i remember correctly.” you glare at her, sighing in annoyance. “i swear marlene, anything.”

 -

  “y/n!” the violent scream echoes as you round the corner shooting the clicker in the back of the head, making it topple over on the side of lara.

 “lara!”

 rushing forward as she sobs reaching out to hold onto me, “it’s okay. it’s dead- it’s dead.” trying to reassure her, as you gently pull her up in your arms. eyes watering at the look on her face.

 “i-im so sorry.”

 you push her hair out of her face her face scrunches in pain. “ow.ow...” she moans out clawing towards her shoulder, as your eyes follow on the deep bite mark on her.

 your heart sinks, shaking your head in disbelief. this is your fault. this is all your fault.

 her eyes glance down at it before her lips start trembling, “i’m so sorry y/n/n...” shaking your head at her.

 “shhh... im so sorry i yelled at ya’ earlier. i should’ve never left you alone.” eyes water as you pull her in tighter, rocking back and forth anxiously.

 you should’ve never left her alone, your baby sister.

your responsibility.

 “please, pl-please don’t leave me alone.” her voice breaks and it hit you, the roundness of small baby fat still lingers on her filth cover cheeks. her small frame of being so young, so young...

 “no, no you’ll be just fine.” wiping her tears you pull her into your arms like a child, and she clings to you in pain. “it hurts so bad. y/n/n im so scared...”

-

 “no! no!” the voice pulls you out of your thoughts, joel sitting up gasping. true fear shown across his face, the way his hand shook as he brought it up over his face.

 his eyes roam around and catch yours, shuffling under his gaze. deciding to air out the silence, “i get ‘em too.”

you confess which didn’t help much. he nods keeping quiet before looking around.

 “how long was i out for?”

you hum softly, “only a few hours.”

 he nods stretching his body slightly, “here, i’ll take over. you go ahead.” you shake your head, “it’s okay. i can’t sleep tonight anyways.”

 he looks at you confuse, “i bet if ya’ try-.”

 “when you do this long enough, you’ll know when those nights come.” that’s all was said before you look away, focusing on the tree line.

  joel attempts small talk after 10 minutes which shocks you slightly, but the question made everything else disappear.

“you mentioned before you had a sister, is she back at fedra?”

 “uh, no sh- she’s dead.” you clear your throat, looking at his reaction. which was unreadable, “sorry to hear.”

 “same to you...” it was hesitant and small,  “i never got to say it, but im sorry about ya’ girlfriend. tess.” his eyes flicker over to you, he shakes his head.

 “she was my friend, not my girlfriend.” you give him a look but leave it at that. he looks like he wanted to say more, but as time pass you ended up falling asleep.

 with it cold out, joel places his bigger coat over you in attempt to keep you warm. he could tell there was a lot to you, been through some shit. he wanted to know what exactly.

- 

 you woke a little later, joel still on look out. ellie was still asleep, as you grab your pack and hand him his coat back. “thanks.”

a small smile toys your lips as he stares down at you with a nod.

 you walk off around some trees that were out of view. opening your bag, grabbing out another shirt. one you were able to wash in a creek a few days ago. dropping the bag onto the ground, tugging your shirt off.

 throwing it on top of your bag, leaning down grabbing the new shirt. flipping it from inside out before your name was called out.

 “y/n!?” joels voice rushes from the corner, you barely having the shirt on.

rushing to tug it down your eyes connect with a shocked pair. “What?”

 “i-i, my bad i thought-“

His eyes look elsewhere but he never leaves.

 “it’s fine.”

you shrug still a little shocked he caught you shirtless, but you lean down to get your bag. “it’s boobs.”

 he swallows thickly at your blunt answer, only being able to nod slowly. with a small smirk you walk past him, “we need to stock up again soon.”

He grumbles something under his breathe following behind you.

-

 “okay let’s clear through here.” joel stands in front of the door staring ellie in the eyes. “behind me, don’t touch nothin’ either.”

 you snicker slightly, “joel can you just go in?”

ellie gives him a pointed look as he just sighs. he swings the door open quietly, all of us fall into hush silence.

 his gun is held high as he steps inside, ellie following behind him. gripping your gun tightly as you step forward. making it further into the house with no sign of anything. joel looks back at us.

 “alright look for anything important and only of what ya’ can carry.” his eyes fall onto you and you know its because you had to unload your bag after the first raid. you stuffed everything you could find in it.

 walking down the hall you pass by a room. swinging the ajar door open, you scan the room. a crib with a few baby toys and stuff display all over the room, making you swallow.

 you look around finding two small blankets and some rags. deciding those would be useful in future times, you roll them up and shove them down inside the bag.

 the sound of footsteps makes your head lift up. they were coming from upstairs, you didn’t even think to check there.

 heading down the opposite side of the hallway, turning at the corner the stairs come into view. just before you reach them ellie comes out, “imma check upstairs, find anything yet?”

 “yeah a few things, i’m gonna check the garage.” you nod at her as you walk up the steps, wondering if joel found anything up here.

 not even hitting the top stairs, a yell rings out from downstairs follow by a loud thud. your eyes widen as you go to move back downstairs, but you halt at the sound of footsteps coming your direction.

 “scott?” the mans voice made you freeze as he comes into view. his eyes narrow onto your figure as you step down one of the steps cautiously.

“fuck!”

 another yell rings out before a gun shot, the man in front of you rushes forward. his body hits into yours making you slip and fall down the stairs. landing at the bottom with a harsh groan.

 your gun slide across the floor, unable to move for a second since the wind was knocked out of you. registering his footsteps coming down the steps, you push yourself up.

 struggling to move quickly to where your gun was, the man grabs a hold of your hair. “you’re a pretty one.”

 your elbow flies back into his ribs, him releasing you slightly. you move forward ignoring how it felt when some of your hair pulls out. “fuck you.”

 kicking his knee he stumbles, before spitting in your direction. your eyes flicker down the hall as another gun shot rang out. in a split second his left hand met your jaw, leaving you to stumble almost falling.

 your ear rang as your hand cups your cheek, blood lingers on your tongue. his hands are on you again scooping you up and tossing you onto the ground like a rag doll.

 wheezing as you scramble to move, but his foot connects with your stomach. you hunch into a ball as his knees drop on the ground beside you.

hands grabbing onto your arms holding them as he tries straddles you. your heart sank as he his free hand starts lifting your shirt, unable to breathe or get out of his grip.

a gun shot rings out and his blood splatters onto your face. his body lands halfway on you and the ground beside you as you struggle to inhale.

 joel throws him off of you, his harden expression drops at the sight of you. eye swollen, the side of your face bruised and bleeding. “y/n.”

 he lifts you into a hug feeling how your body was shaking. you grip onto him tightly as your eyes land on ellie, who is only staring at you in worry. your ribs ache horribly making you wonder if any of them are broken.

 “he-he t-” joel pulls back pushing my hair slightly out my face.

 “hey, it’s okay. he’s dead-he’s dead.” you nod slightly as his eyes connect with yours, him unable to know exactly how you feel.

“You’re safe.” He reassures and you stare down at your shaking hands.

 -

 you three made it to a small house that was checked by joel alone. him not wanting a repeat, trudging in slowly you take in the place, small but warm.

you felt how tired you were and how everything today took a toll.

 “there’s two beds.” ellie sings out almost as she comes back into the living room, your bag was now on the ground. your hands held a spot on your ribs as you nod.

 “go ahead and get some rest.” you motion to her to go grab one and she nods rushing off.

 “you should too get some rest, i’ll take watch.” you didn’t care to argue with him. you head in the back checking out what room, seeing ellie on a twin size bed and seeing there was a king.

 you turn back and into the living room where joel was checking his weapons. “can you check this out?” your voice was hoarse as you lift the side of your shirt up slightly.

 the red and purplish splotchy color kisses up and down the side of your ribs. joel’s shoulders felt heavier as he goes to speak, “definitely bruised, doesn’t look the best but it’ll heal.”

 you nod, “thanks.”

you walk past him grabbing your bag off the ground.

“there’s a huge bed in here, if you get tired... i stay on my side.” you offer out to him not really knowing what to expect.

his eyes linger on you for a moment, “thanks.” he clears his throat.

 pursing you lips you move forward, “goodnight joel.”

 “goodnight, darling.”

the nickname wasn’t unusual but it was rare. It felt like something shifted inside the two of you.

you drop your bag on the ground beside the bed, pulling out some of the band aids and the small mirror you found a few months back.

switching your flashlight on and setting it where it faces you. You analyze your face, a small cut was open on your cheek. sighing softly feeling everything replay back, your eyes start to water.

blinking rapidly so you wouldn’t cry, you grab one of the little cleansing wipes out the box of bandaids.

hissing in pain, you bite your lip as you clean it. opening the bandage and putting it on, you hear footsteps head towards the room.

joel walls in almost hesitantly as he notices what you were doing. “decide to rest after all?”

he lets out a breathe maybe one of a laugh, as he sets his stuff on the ground. “something like that.” he mutters.

you move your stuff over to the side of the bed scooting yourself over. shoving everything back in the box, leaning off the side of the bed to set it in your bag.

he sits on the edge of the bed. sitting back and laying your pillow down, he takes his shoes off. “are you...” he starts shifting himself to look at your sorta.

 “are you a virgin?”

the question was random to you, but not to joel. he saw what that guys intentions were for you when he was sliding your shirt up. he wanted to know if you ever lost it or that was something that he almost took.

 “i’m not try-”

 “no joel, i’ve had sex before.” your eyes narrow at him. he looks like his mind was racing but not in a sexual way. was this about earlier?

deciding to drop it he stands up, “you uh sure?” he motions to sleeping beside you, leaving you to nod in response.

 you honestly didn’t wanna be alone. “after earlier i don’t really wanna be alone.” the confession was nice because after earlier he didn’t want you out of his sight.

 your shiver as the blanket does nothing for the cold air. joel slips in beside you moving his pillow slightly, you turn the flashlight off. the moonlight shines through the window as joel shifts getting comfortable.

 you turn to face the wall as he faces you, another shiver runs down you. “here, i can’t deal with that all night.”

 he moves his arm around your waist, pulling you back slightly in his chest. his body heat hugs you making your eyes widen slightly. “oh.” was all you could say.

 “thanks.” you mumble actually enjoying how you felt wrapped up in his arms. you don’t know what exactly shifted between you two. maybe seeing how he was with ellie, or how you were slowly starting to care for him.

 his other arm lays out flat, “lift your head.” he mumbles out as you do what he says. feeling his arm slide under you, you lay down more in his embrace this time.

 “thank you joel, for saving me earlier.” your hand wraps around his forearm softly, he rest his head softly onto you.

 “i’d kill anyone who would try to hurt ya’.” he confessed and you went quiet. not knowing what to say you allow yourself to slowly drift to sleep.

-

the next few days were a little awkward. you two talked and what not but never mentioning that night. you were so close to where joel’s brother was suppose to be at.

 “alright let’s camp out here tonight. where about less than a day away.” joel looks around as ellie shrugs her bag off. 

 “fine by me.” she mutters and you look around. the sun was setting soon, “no one should be around this part, so we can build a fire right?”

 it was freezing and you hated the cold. joel nods, “well i’ll gather fire wood then.” you drop your bag on the ground beside ellie, stuffing your gun in your waist band.

 you walk around the woods, gathering a big pile of small sticks and a few leaves. joel gets them together and starts working on the fire.

 leaning down you shuffle through your bag, pulling out a few granola bars you found. you hold out one to ellie, “here.”

 she takes it reading what it says, “thanks.”

 you smile softly as you open yours up, “there we go!” ellie exclaims as the fire start. you sigh in relief pushing yourself up and over closer to the fire. ellie does the same, as you drop your bag on the ground. bending down you pull out your sleeping bag.

 laying it out, you sit down before looking over at joel. “here take this.” you hand over the last unopened one and he looks down at it.

 “haven’t seen these in years.”

 “good, enjoy.” you joke as you finish yours. the sun went down as you three talked softly, joking about a few things.

 eventually ellie passes out with her book and you glance over at joel.

“hey, i’ll take watch first. you did it last night.”

 he shakes his head, “it’s fine i got it.”

you give him a look.

 “we’ll both stay up then.”

you mutter standing up. he gives you a questioning look.

 “im going pee.”

with that you walk off in the dark. trying to see your way through. a few more feet you end up tripping over something, letting out a shriek as you fell.

 hitting the ground with a thud, you groan softly.

 “y/n!” joel yells from not too far behind. you lift yourself up seeing the big root you fell over.

 “i’m fine.”

 you call back but he appears in front of you, gun held tightly in his grip. he notices you on the ground, you giggle softly.

 “i fell.”

“jesus, you scared the shit out of me.” he glares at you, letting his arms fall from their stance.

 “that’s why you pay attention! your damn yelling is gonna cause infected to come crawling this way.” his voice was harsh, not as the tone before. you stand up, glaring back in his direction.

 “fuck off joel, i fell it’s not like i purposely tried to do that.” you step closer to him as you start to get angry.

  “you think they care when you get ambushed and bit, because you didn’t pay attention?” it’s like he’s trying to scold a child. or give a damn lecture.

“i already know, jesus your not my father and your not my boyfriend.”

the last part sent a feeling over joel who moves closer to you. “i can’t keep worry about you and Ellie, damn it.”

“never said you have too! Jesus, why do you care joel?” tired of him trying to argue.

 “because i care about you!” it slips and you feel yourself tense up.

  “no you don’t.” you mutter out, going to walk past him. giving up on your idea of peeing at the moment. joel says stuff but he doesn’t mean everything. besides this wouldn’t be what you wanted.

 you were younger, he made sure you knew with his constant scolding.

 his hand wraps around your bicep stopping you from leaving.

 “i-” you cut him off before he gets to speak.

 “look i don’t know what you want joel, but i’m not interested in having my emotions toyed with so j-”

 he cuts you off with his lips landing on yours, feeling his beard scratch against your bare face.

 his tongue licks across your lips, before your tongues touch. his hand slips up into your hair, the other around your waist pulling you closer. you pull away breathing heavily, eyes gazing in each other.

 everything was dark but the moon was full only letting you see the outline of each other.

 “i don’t wanna mess with you darling, i care about you y/n.”

 his hand comes up and under your jaw, his thumb rubs over your bottom lip. your stomach flutters as you push yourself up to kiss him again. this time he pushes you softly against the nearby tree.

 “oh gross.” ellie says from behind you two, waking up from the yelling she came to check out where you two went.

 “i thought someone was attacked, now i see it’s you two attacking each other.” she groans making you giggle softly into his chest.

 “oh god..” he mutters in your ear.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #the last of us #tlou series #the last of us fluff #joel miller fluff #pedro pascal

[redamoureux]

Hello! I saw your headcanons and I loved your work, so I decided to request something myself.

Could you write about the Medic with a teenage daughter (you can alter to be gender neutral if you prefer) except this daughter, is a clone of his?

I'm guessing it was one of his experiments that he grew attached to, and saw as his own kid. Maybe headcanons of how she would be with her dad, or with the other mercenaries?

Tysm!!

General Red/Blu Medic with Clone Child Darling headcanons

↳ content warning: fluff, comfort, light angst, small mentions of objectifying darling, darling is semi-medic's child?, gender neutral darling, ooc(?)

• genre: platonic

• a/n: not my best work jshbn and kinda rushed- and ngl this somehow kinds of reminded me of emesis blue but bit lesss angst, lol thanks for requesting!

It was just an experiment. They're just an experiment.

Yet, who could've expect him to love them as if they were an actual human? He certainly hadn't think so much about it either.

Sure, he is somewhat fond and affecionate towards his experiments, but it was in a rather twisted sense and because they showed good results.

If the results doesn't satisfy him as much.. well, he'd still care for them, just not as much as for the succesful ones.

After a small success in a project he and engineer had collaborate to create, an idea came into his mind.. although even he wasn't sure what he wants to do, he decides to give it a try. After all, he is a scientist! What kind of scientist doesn't like to try out new things?

Was he crazy to mix his DNA into this to create something akin to this humanoid like creature? Maybe.

Was he crazy to somehow brought this thing to life and gives it its own sentience? Hah, no!

The mercs can complaint all they like about how weird and creepy the duplicates and clones in his lab are, he cares about good results! If that means almost filling his lab with those things so be it. Atleast heavy doesn't mind it so much.

You were yet another clone of a bunch prototypes he'd worked on. Unlike the other clones which would often break, you were much more capable! Sure there were some flaws but that can easily be fixed. He's just so delighted to have created such a impressive outcome!

Oftentimes he'd make you do things that's almost against your will but that's fine. Just some reiterating and you should be exactly like what he wanted.

But that didn't happen. Instead it makes you more aware. It's like you are an actual human and it takes awhile for him to actually acknowledge this. When he do, he'll also realize how his ways of showing his favoring changes to actual love.

The others would pointed it out, how he treated you alot better than his other experiments. How he'd brush your hair and interacted with you as if he's talking to his own kid. Some had expected this however, he is mad anyway.

Soon he see how the others treated you over time, from awkwardness and confusion to slowly warming up to you and accepting you! It makes him feel happy that they aren't forever so frightened by you. You are his best after all. He's also pleased how you went from hating doing experiments with him to actually enjoying it aswell. He doesn't want you to miss out to the fun!

Would probably read you bed stories whether if you asked for it or not, be it from books he had when he's younger or just random stuffs he thought of.

Outside battlefield stuffs, he enjoys doing domestic and simple things he didn't think he wanted to do before.

Medic didn't realize how much he actually enjoys the idea of having a child or rather because it is his own creation, either whatever the reason is, he's just grateful for your existence.

REBLOGS/ FEEDBACK/ COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

@redamoureux

#team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 headcanons #tf2 imagines #tf2 medic #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

[redsoul-writing]

Heyy!!

Can I request a headcanon for Law and Shanks (separate) please? Where fem s/o is a VERY honest person and so she somehow makes them blush?

I hope you don't mind the details of the ask! And thank you if you do it!

Have a good day writer-sama! :D

Hey!! Thank you for the request anon, I love Shanks and Law so much omg. These scenarios are so cute, I tried my best on this, hope you like it! (Even though I wish I thought of something better)

SFW, somewhat suggestive comment on Shanks’ part but not really.

Red Haired Shanks

Y/n arrived in the kitchen, and it seems nobody was in there. Well, yeah it was quite a bit past breakfast, waking up later than usual. Thankfully there were still some left overs for her. Knowing Shanks, he probably saved some. How cute <3.

Pancakes and some eggs, yum. Y/n was so into her food, she failed to notice Shanks enter the room.

“Hey, Y/n!” The red haired said, coming up behind her and embraced her.

Y/n flinched a little, being surprised by the sudden entrance. “Good morning baby.” She giggled at Shanks face, slightly tinted by a sweet rosy color.

Shanks noticed she had this somewhat dazed expression on her face.

“Whats up, you thinking about something?” He asked

“hm? Oh, nothing. I just enjoy it when you touch me.” Y/n replied, casually

Shanks laughed, but then he noticed what she’d said. his face felt a bit hot, and he sat down next to her.

“I saved some for you.” He said, trying to act cool.

Unfortunately, Y/n can see through him because, well, he’s Shanks.

“I figured. You’re so sweet.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Shanks was hyper aware of Y/n’s actions today. She’d always been very honest and open about her thoughts, but for some reason he never seemed to get used to it, always making him flustered. He enjoyed it though.

Y/n looked at Shanks, still deep in thought. Her eyes were admiring his figure, but mostly his chest peeking out of his semi-open button up.

“You still thinking about my hug? I can do more if you want.” He teased, or atleast tried to.

Y/n didn’t seem to notice it though, only hearing the question.

“No, I’m just admiring your abs. So sexy, and they’re all mine.” She answered casually once again, unaware of the effect it has on Shanks.

Shanks noticed immediately this time, and a deep blush set on his face. “Heh.. yeah.”

y/n finally seemed to notice that the rather talkative emperor was quiet and his face was redder than usual. She laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” He wasn’t being rude, just genuinely asking.

“You look so cute when you’re flustered. Your face is almost as red as your hair.” She teased, chuckling.

Y/n laughed when Shanks turned his face so she couldn’t see it.

Trafalgar Law

This guy may seem rough on the outside, but he’s just a big softie on the inside…mostly for y/n.

Law was checking over y/n after patching her up. She’d gotten injured in an encounter against the marines before boarding the Polar Tang. He’s been scolding her on and off in the past few minutes for being so reckless.

“What did I say before battle?” He asked

“Don’t be reckless.” Y/n sighed

“And what did you do?” He continued

“I fought?” She said, unsure of what answer he wanted

“No, you charged straight into battle without a second thought to your surroundings.” He squeezed the bridge of his nose in between his index and thumb.

“…I still won though.” Y/n mumbled

“Not without a bullet in your thigh— how were you even running after that?” Law asked, genuinely baffled

“Uhh Adrenaline..? Who’s the real doctor here?” She laughed a little before Law continued his scolding.

“Whatever, the point is you were being reckless, and that’s why you’re here with me wrapping your bandages.” He finally seemed to finish

“I like being with you though. In that case, maybe I should do that more often..” She started thinking to herself

Law was taken aback by this honest comment, then he cleared his throat.

“I feel like everything I’m saying goes in one ear and out the other.” He sighed

Y/n laughed

“This isn’t funny! What if you’d gotten seriously injured?” Law was losing patience

“I’ll always have you to fix me up after.” She winked

Law looked away, trying to stay angry at Y/n.

“You look so cute when you’re mad.” She broke the silence

Law looked back at her. He was caught off guard by her remarks, even though he knew they were just her usual genuine thoughts. She just can’t help it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She cocked her head

“Nothing.” He crossed his arms and looked down

He reminded her of a kid who’s mother answered ‘No’ when they asked for something.

“Look at me?” Y/n asked of him

“hm?” He looked up, now looking down at her. (He’s just tall)

“Come closer.” She had this focused look on her face

Maybe there’s something on his face?

He walked closer to her, and leaned down face to face.

Y/n put her hands up, and held Law’s face in her hands, confusing Law.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, somewhat muffled by her hands almost squishing his cheeks

“What? No, I just want to hold your face in my hands.” She said, squishing his face a bit more.

Laws tan face was tinted pink, and Y/n noticed despite her hands covering half of it.

“Are you blushing?” She teased him

“What? No!” He stood up straight and closed his eyes.

“Still trying to stay angry, huh?” She snickered

Y/n got up and hugged Law, wrapping her arms around his frame. “Love you, Traffy.” She smiled, snuggling against his chest.

Law hesitated as his heart was still registering her sweet words, almost as sweet as her warm embrace.

He followed, hugging her tight against himself.

“I love you too.” He kissed her head

#trafalgar law #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece #shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x you #trafalgar d law x reader

[theghostbunnie]

do u have any headcannons on max's mom

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR QUESTIONS LIKE THESE OMGLMGOMGOMGSCHJHHHHHHHH OK SO

She practically ran away from home and came to the US at 17, Started going by the name Lacy. What her own parents/home life were like, what her name originally was, she was reluctant to speak of and by the time Max was born she just refuses to his face to tell him and gets defensive when asked.

She had a highschool romance but he(Devon) was socially a loser. Lacy so to speak kept it under wraps because of that, to not be seen with him. She genuinely loved him but he didn't work for how she wanted to be perceived. She got pregnant accidentally basically right out of HS and it wasn't what she wanted, atleast not now, but they talked it out and decided they could make it work, and it did for awhile, until it didn't. Where she lived, worked, and was with, was nothing like how she imagined she wanted it to be like.

She left them both and a few years later met a different man, (Arjun) they started dating. (This isn't all going to be about her love life I swear she's got more to her then that I'm just getting backstory out of the way)

Lacy has this problem where she HAS to be needed. Important to people. Revered by a community and a home that's dependent on her to function. Arjun subtly starts picking up she might not be?? A good person?? but HE has this problem where he hates himself, but doesn't want to be ALONE with himself. He has a history of dragging other people down, but this time, he's actually considering just leaving.

Lacy is smart enough to figure that out and [TW, breach of intimate consent] messes with protection to intentionally baby trap him.

After Max is born she wants to name him Maxwell but Arjun wants to name him Makali. Alot of conflict between them is Lacy's internalized racism and she just lets him put that name on the birth certificate to shut him up, and keeps calling him Maxwell.

After Max starts going to camp he decides he's not going to use either and just go by Max.

Lacy works an office job she pours alot of her effort into and has worked herself up to a sales manager position or something similar. Affording them a middle class home rental near/practically In the city era. (Decent size, neighbor's place built in joint. V Small backyard.) She's constantly aiming higher and loves to enjoy upper class luxuries wherever she can. In home decor, fashions, ect. Climbing both the social and finical ladder with almost this desperation but only slow progress.

She's this perfectionist, their small yard has a tiny Rose bush she trims every single thorn off of herself because she loves the look of them but hates getting pricked even if the gloves don't make it hurt. (Probably a metaphor in there somewhere. You decide)

She's incredibly talented in origami and piano, but dropped origami entirely after too many crumbled up or ripped papers.

She put Max through tapdancing, violin, and taught him piano herself. He's not the best in any group and never gets spotlight during any recitals.

Her abuse towards Max- it's /rarely/ ever physical. It's way more mental, and verbal. She convinced him from a very early age he needs her to live. She can leave him but he can't leave her he should be thankful she hasn't. He needs to work harder to not waste how far she's gotten already. He needs to outwardly show people the best version of himself he can even if it's a lie. Ect ect ect. I'll go more in depth on all that if asked.

His father is more complicit in just letting this all happen, it's less than what he went through as a kid and believes sometimes you just get stuck with the short end of the stick. They're still in this codependent relationship. She needs someone reliant on her, despite resenting him for how much so he is. He somewhat hates her as a person now sometimes, but can't stand the thought of not having her company to keep him from being lonely. Arjun neglects Max and enables his mother's abuse by not doing anything, he himself is not a victim of it so he's fully well in a position to help, he just doesn't to not rock the boat. They fight mutually. They're both bad to and for each other.

When Max was younger she gave him Mr HoneyNuts. Despite wanting a girl originally, it didn't matter after he was born, she was incredibly affectionate towards Max a few times he can recall while being that young.

He holds onto Mr.HoneyNuts with the belief subconsciously she still holds that affection towards him. She's just too busy or too stressed to show it as often now.

Lacy with her perfectionist nature and intense goals always in mind, she's this master schemer, always knowing the exact words to say What to do. Yet this explosive anger she actually manages to hide around others. It's where Max gets it from, but Max's version is rough around the edges.

In some AUs she's prepared to mold him for as many years as it takes, in others, she's ready to give up. He's been making scenes, uncooperative, failing academically, not trying at anything.

When her life is heading isn't where she imagined it to be.

She'll leave both of them.

She's smart, can't leave any loose ends to ruin any reputation she tries to build somewhere else, so if it need be she could get rid of Max with no way of him ever finding her.

#cc Max's parents #camp camp Max's parents #camp camp hcs #camp camp headcanons #camp camp #camp campbell #max cc #cc max #angst #character headcanons #character backstory #backstory #camp camp fandom #fictional characters #campcamp #fictional character #oc #i feel like I'm forgetting some stuff #love asks like these #sorry for the novel

[archer3-13]

I HAVE COMPLETED ALL OF THE STARTING CLASS QUESTLINES IN FFXIV, SO HERES AN OFF THE CUFF COMPARISON OF THE STARTING CLASSES

this will all be subject to opinion of course, but idk i wanna do it.

starting with, how do each of the starting classes play before you upgrade to the proper jobs?

not well on the whole if im being honest. i dont think any one of the classes stand out in the below 30 range, a consequence of being the basic building blocks of the game but still. from best to worst

1 pugilist: its fast, it hits hard, its gimmick is easy to grasp, and it gives you a good collection of tools to easily slip in to how people generally play this insane game. the only bit i have a problem with would be steel peak and the chakra gauge, as steel peak feels pretty useless at the pugilist level [it hits slightly harder then a normal hit, but your basic combo is just better in every way then the set up it needs].

2 lancer: rather plain missionary as far as a dps class goes, though i feel thats to its benefit in many ways as its real simple to figure out and use. plus javelins are a nice poking tool as everyone charges recklessly ahead. what brings the class down somewhat is that it has no aoe before dragoon and that it feels sluggish compared to something like pugilist. hit sound effect is deliciously cronchy though.

3 archer: pretty much everything you'd realistically want from the class honestly, it feels a bit sluggish at the start but when ya unlock the aoe shooting the class quickly becomes one of the best for handling large groups of enemies. its solid all around if somewhat unexciting at times sitting in the back shooting arrows.

4 marauder/gladiator: putting them together because they play exactly the bloody same below 30. thankfully despite the worry i had going into a tanking class, i found myself rather enjoying the kit. the most difference between the two i'll note is that marauder is more aggressive well gladiator is more reactive as far as tanking goes. but again, at the below 30 level they play exactly the bloody same.

5 rogue: id like this class more if its kit was a bit bigger. like lancer its lacking aoe before upgrade but unlike lancer its kit is way too small to offer much variety in how you approach situations. plus the hide and backstab stuff is only really useful, so far anyways, in story moments or open world cheese. regardless, the class is fast and hits well so its feels exhilarating to use.

6 arcanist: its kinda intimidating when ya first get hold of it, but i find once ya get a grasp on the class its actually one of the more fun ones to play at low level. i feel it hits harder and faster then other magic classes, you can do a lot with it, and getting the rhythm for its use feels real satisfying.

7 conjurer: being a low level healer feels agonizing, your squishy, you cant hit too hard or fast, and the micromanaging feels daunting especially when your first getting used to the class. and when ya get the hang of it, it doesn't feel quite as rewarding as other classes as your generally stuck to the tanks ass, and if your arent stuck to the tanks ass then shits gone horribly wrong. atleast people seem to appreciate you more.

8 thaumaturge: unlike conjurer which was cursed by design as a basic bitch healer, thaumaturge feels awful to play on the whole in my experience. ironically you dont feel like your hitting as hard as the arcanist, your slower, the switching gauge gets annoying, and ya cant really do anything exciting with the class. i dont hate it, but i do think if a new player is starting with it, they'd get a pretty aggravating impression of the game.

and now, onto the stories of the class questlines themselves! again from best to worst

1 rogue: massively benefits from being the late comer. its more extensive, more cinematic, the character writing well not anything extraordinary is still solid overall, and well the quests can be a bit lengthy they do offer interesting things to do.

2 lancer: gets to rest at the top of the pile less because of anything specific it does and more so because of how it stands out. the only class quest line that functions as an honest to god tragedy/parable/whatever ya wanna call it which elevates it otherwise smaller nature compared to other class quests. i dont feel foulques is actually all that interesting of a character, and if another starting class questline took a similar approach as the lancer quests then i feel he'd be far less memorable [as hes just kinda a self important ass at the end of the day, despite his tragic backstory]. Still, in the lancer quests case, simplicity is elegance in that the quests are straightforward and the story direct in its impact. inelegant definitely. unique, definitely.

3 conjurer: its okay. doesn't trip over itself, says what it wants to say, and has you doing things that arent too much of a hassle. i really like its ending scene too where... conjurer girl finally properly connects with the nature magic vibes for the first time, and remarks on how much more alive everything now feels. its euphoric in a way, and makes the process of getting to the end refreshing.

4 pugilist: dumb but in a fun way, the quest stories for pugilist dont take themselves too seriously and just have fun with what they're doing and in that sense it makes the pugilist quests a lot more fun then i think they would be otherwise. its not a gutbuster, but its intentional comedy that lands which is to its favour. some of the quests themselves can be kinda annoying to do though.

5 archer: kinda bland and it trips over itself getting to the end. i like what its trying to do, taking two characters who follow diametric beliefs about archery and who get at each others throats, only to come together in the end to emphasize the benefits of cooperation, cultural exchanges and crosses, and to tie to archeries literal history within gridanias context. elezen dudes a bit too prickly though without getting enough redressing on the matter, miqo'te girl is underwritten which makes her struggles not land with as much weight as they should, and i feel the plot takes such a sharp turn into the poacher bandit thing that the ending lands with more of a whimper then a bang. plus the quests themselves can be rather annoying. still, it was trying to do something interesting and didn't completely fail in that regard.

6 gladiator: i like some of the character dynamics at play and the quests dont suck. the story is too ambitious for its actual runtime though, so everything feels rushed and underwritten, and theres nothing really at play here that connects too deeply to what it means to be a ffxiv gladiator either in terms of themes, setting or even just on a functional gameplay level like all of the above classes. those characters are the only thing holdin it at 6 really.

7 arcanist: im not a big fan on glasses characters so a story heavily featuring them and generic genius academic type characters who prattle on about statistics and probability or what not... well that wasn't gonna be a slam dunk for me. the plot for these ones also just feels meandering, and like the archer plot it takes a hard swerve into the new thing it introduces at the tail end to its own detriment, only even more so. at the end of the day im just not sure what they were trying to do here overall. plus some of the quests are kinda a pain to complete.

8 marauder: boooooooooring. not only is the story a drag, but its characters are not interesting in the slightest save for like... one joke about marauders not being good at subtly. plus its difficult to have a story where your antagonistic force is a monsterous animal that doesnt speak human, unless you really well characterize the monster or have good characters on the side. and the marauder quests dont do either of these. finally what doesn't help is that the quests themselves are kinda boring to play.

9 thaumaturge: this one legit pisses me off, and it has everything to do with the story and nothing to do with the characters. im not a big fan of the characters mind, but they're fine. whats happening though in terms of character actions and plot movement is just stupid though, especially that damn jar with the devil in it. and to top it off, the ending feels anti climatic as fuck! the one brother well possessed goes around killing at least a dozen people, yet theres no remark on the matter after the possession and the intended theme to be take away from all this is "believe in yourself :)". fuck this questline.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv

[cookstorys]

NEW EP OF 911 SPOLIERS ⚠️

So as most of you guys are aware I’m currently going through cloud 9 with Buck being a CANNON BISEXUAL AHHHHHHH. Now, with this being FINALLY being canon I have a list of things I except from Bucks new storyline

1. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT RUSH BUCKS STORYLINE! 911 was already renewed for a season 8 (because they’re just like that😝) so there’s absolutely NO need to rush his storyline. Sooooooo many people feel seen by 911 doing this, so their main priority should be to let this storyline actually be realistic and relatable because let’s be honest by doing this I’m sure 911 views have sky rocketed (by not only old fans coming back but by other people seeing this show has bi reputation) so their best choice is to keep fueling that passion from those specific group of people

2. Buck should have trouble with his sex life. NOW HEAR ME OUT PEOPLE. Buck has never been with a man before, only women, which means he’s never had gay sex before. Now there’s not a huge difference with straight sex and gay sex but if you’re used to only being in a straight relationship and suddenly you’re in a relationship (somewhat) with a man IT CAN FEEL LIKE IT! And let’s be honest, it’ll be SOOOO in character for Buck to freak out over having sex with Tommy for the first time 😭😭😭

3. Him and Tommy should atleast make it though this season. Like everyone I really want Buddie to happen, however, I really want Buck to be truly COMFORTABLE with his sexuality and used to being in a relationship with a man. This kinda ties in with not rushing his storyline. Not to mention Tommy isn’t even that bad fr, like people are kinda pushing it by hating him so much 💀

4. This is more of a personal want but I CRAVE a good love triangle, hear me out yall. Buck is finally getting used to being with Tommy and Eddie has slowly started forming a crush on Buck. One night Buck and Eddie are talking and Buck starts talking about how happy he is with Tommy. Eddie walks closer to put his hand on Bucks shoulder and say how happy he is for him but after a while they just stopped talking and stares into each others eyes then slowly lean in for a kiss. They could either kiss (Buck starts leaning into it) but stops and says this isn’t right he’s with Tommy OR before they could kiss Chris shows up screaming about wanting pizza (Eddie plays is off like nothing happen BUT Buck stands there deep in thought ‘holy shit we almost kissed”

…..sorry for the rant BUT YEAH that’s how I want it to go (hope you enjoyed that mini fanfic😭)

5. A screenshot and Oliver eating mfs up on his story. Guy I actually love him 😭😭😭

6. Episode 5 needs to be about him, I refuse to wait two weeks for more chaotic buck trying to figure

OK THAT’S ALL YALL, I just needed to speak on that, go to my request box if you want to talk about it IM ICHING TO TALK TO SOMEONE ANLUT THIS!

#cookstorys #random thoughts #rant #evan buckley #911 #bi representation #bisexual #my man fr #buddie #thoughts

[embercottage]

In The Void

Sneak Peek Into Chapter 1, Isabella's POV. Dark Content A Head.

February 8th 2045, 8:45 am.

The weather was cold as usual. Clouds covering the sky. It was quite besides some growling in the distance. I knew I’d probably have to go kill it later but I don’t want to right now. I want to enjoy the 5 minutes of peace before I go out in the horror story that is the world right now. My eyes dully stared up at the ceiling of the rotting house. Our ‘safe house’ is what Emerald calls it. It’s not very safe if someone has to defend the door 24/7 in my opinion. It’s crowded here when everyone is in. It was nice to be alone. No one is bugging me to help them. Clean their wounds. I don’t mind helping them but sometimes I just need alone time. As much as I can get. No one knows we exist. Everyone thinks we’re dead. I can’t blame them, I’d think we’d be dead too. I’m shocked we’ve lived this long. We’re all shocked. We shouldn’t be alive, we should be one of those things or dead. We’ve lost everyone we’ve ever loved. We watched them turn into monsters. Flesh tearing monsters. We have no connection to the outside world, only this small area where we are. How could we escape? A boat would be our best option but we have no idea where we would even get one. We can’t go anywhere near the ocean or near the docks. It’s the monsters ‘safe place’. We can’t risk going there, we barely survive when they come here. We have weapons for Christ's sake yet we are dying off one by one. I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t live with myself anymore, I’ve let people-

“Bella?” Ella’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I stared at her. Her raggy blonde hair. Her blue eyes are still filled with innocence. If only she knew what was out there.

“Yes El?” I respond back trying my best to look somewhat happy for her. I didn’t want her to feel bad. I know it’s wrong to hide the truth from her but she’s 8, she doesn’t deserve to live in a world like this. She doesn’t deserve to have her childhood stripped from her in this twisted game of survival. She doesn’t deserve to live in a world were it’s kill or get killed.

“Do you think Beck will ever come back?” She asks. Of course I didn’t. She left 1 month ago. She’s either dead or one of the monsters. She went to get supplies. She shouldn’t have gone alone but she was to goddamn studdorn to let us go with her. Atleast one of us. We knew she didn’t have the skills to fight off even one of those things. She told us we were selfish for thinking she needed our help. Now look where that has gotten her.

“Maybe hun” I respond after a couple of minutes. Ella smiled at me. So innocent. So.. naive. She shouldn’t stay naive. I need to tell her. I shouldn’t shelter her from this nightmare. She needs to know the truth. You can't blame me for wanting to shelter her. I'm her older sister, her mother in a way. I want, need, to protect her. I’d die before I let her turn into one of those monsters. I can't fail her. I made a promise to my father on his deathbed and I refuse to break it. Ella walked out of the cabin door and started talking to Nali. I sighed and laid my head back down on the pillow. I wish I didn't live in this world. I, Ella, and my love could be happy together. Somewhere that wasn't here….

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#embercottage 🥀 #in the void 🥀 #writeblr #writers on tumblr #sapphic horror #horror romance #horror writing #horror #sneak peek #🥀🥀🥀🥀

[queenofthedisneyverse]

Au where none of the blue family kids got gifts?

Oh okay!

So it all started on Isabelas' 5th birthday. She was so excited to see what it was, and she was so excited to finally help the community but she never got the chance.

As soon as she touched her doorknob the door faded into dust right in front of her. Isabela didn't understand her mama has a gift, her tio and tia have gifts, and so did her prima so why doesn't she have one?

Isabela was devasted, she cried for weeks on end and was inconsolable.

It took two months for her to stop crying but that didn't mean she was happy. So to hide the pain she decided to help her mama in the village with food.

Isabela would help pass the food out and would sometimes transport it to other spots in the village.

No matter how upset she was she still kept a smile on her face

Dolores knew Isabela's happiness was fake, she would always hear her cry in the nursery at night.

Isabela was 8 when it was time for Luisa's ceremony. And what happened to her, happened to Luisa

No gift

Luisa didn't understand but her sister was here to help. She stayed with her in the nursery and comforted her as long as Luisa needed comfort.

After a while, Luisa stopped crying and she felt a little better. Atleast she wasn't alone and giftless.

Alma didn't understand why there were two giftless children. Was this a sign of something? did she do something wrong? was the family not working hard enough?

the final question made Alma think that the family should work harder. So she worked them harder, but she had to get the two giftless children out of the way.

She was kind about it but she told the two girls to stay out of the way and that they should find other things to do. This obviously broke the two girls' hearts but they listened to their Abuela.

Isabela showed an interest in florism and Luisa showed an interest in construction work.

So the two girls kept themselves busy until their youngest sister was born.

She was shoved onto them ofcourse, but they didn't mind. They loved little Mirabel and nothing would ever change that.

When it was time for Mirabel's ceremony everybody was on edge. Little Mira couldn't understand why everybody was so tense but she didn't want to speak about it.

As she walked up to her door and touched the doorknob it faded away as it did two times before her.

Julieta broke down in tears and her two oldest daughters felt just as bad. But no matter what she was just as special as the rest of the family, maybe even more so.

And like before, Mirabel was pushed to the side but at least she had her hermanas there for her. She didn't understand why her tio was gone but there was nothing she could do.

Mirabel showed an interest in the accordion and embroidery so Isabela paid the town musician to teach her how to play. Isabela taught her some embroidery at home.

The three girls lived the best way they could in that small little room they were given, Luisa's build made it hard but they managed.

The girls had to throw their own quinceaneras because of how busy their parents were but it was ok. It was always the best day they could ever have.

The girls still felt bad about not getting gifts but they had each other which somewhat made things ok.

In later years, Isabela and Luisa made a florist shop in town. Mirabel helps Isabela in her shop often and she sometimes makes little bags to sell at the shop

So yeah, I hope you enjoyed this. if you can think of any others au's you would like to share or talk about you know where to go.

#giftless sisters au #encanto au #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #sorry if this was bad

[swolesecrets]

Food is Fuel.

We all know that food is an essential part of life, but just how important is it really? In this blog we will be discussing macros, and calories, all because nutrition is the first leading factor to your results and physical well-being...

What are macro nutrients and why are they important? They are nutrients used in large amounts used by the body in order to perform it's daily tasks. In these sub groups, we can find protein, carbohydrates and fats. With various misconceptions concerning these essential nutrients, I would like to clear up misinformation.

I think that the most common one talked about amongst the three, especially in the fitness world would be protein. Okay, but why do we talk about protein, what does it really do... Also explained in Biology, proteins are used in order to create new cells during the process of mitosis, and to repair damaged cells, which is exactly what happens when exercising. The muscle fibers are torn and then fixed with the protein we ingest. All of this to say that if you want to get "bigger muscles" eat your protein.

I typically aim for my bodyweight in protein grams as a daily goal so for me around 130 grams. However, it is very important to know that grams of protein, and calories don't only come from food. All food is calories, yet not all calories come from food... You see, almost all things we consume contain calories, that amount just varies based on the item in question, besides water, or specialized drinks (coke zero, diet pepsi, etc..). Therefore, when we drink juice, add dressing to our salad or add olive oil into a skillet, those are also calories, simply in liquid form, which are the sneakiest kinds of calories. For as good as "budget friendly" could get with protein... Here are some of my favourite "somewhat" budget friendly high protein foods and meals;

Cottage cheese; Personally, after basically force feeding myself to eat cottage cheese over the last year, I think that I have just learnt to enjoy it and I find it easier on the stomach compared to other protein sources. Yet many people seem to not like cottage cheese, perhaps trying to add some honey on it, I have heard was good from others, and some say they enjoy mustard.

Low fat greek yogourt; Another food that some people have troubles with would be low fat greek yogourt. I know for myself this is the case, to me it is the sour after taste, and the texture I think. I enjoy making frozen yogourt however to solve the texture problem. Although higher on the price range, in my experience, there are always atleast one pack on sale.

Chicken breast; The canned ones from costco are affordable and to me not that bad for canned chicken. I have made so may things with this product, such as chicken salad for sandwiches and wraps, butter chicken, chicken pasta and buffalo chicken wraps...

Rotisserie chicken; If canned chicken is not for you, we also buy the Whole Rotisserie Costco Chicken's. For only 8$, the whole chicken will last me, my mom and brother a whole week being used in various meals...

Turkey; Simply turkey no name lunch meat, and even lunch meat variety packs in bulk at costco, yet still available at every grocery store, are great sources of lean protein.

Robert Irvine's protein bars; Best protein bars in terms of taste for sure, having tried so many.

Premier Protein shake, or protein milk and Fairlife (when on sale); My go-to protein packed drinks, that are portable perfect for student life-syle.

EGGS! Specifically egg whites, but I am not that picky; I don't LOVE eggs however awesome and easy source of protein, the calories to protein ratio is great. I like mine "sunny side up" or "scrambled" with ketchup. Deviled eggs are also nice when I have some time to make them. On the other hand fats and carbs are commonly words that scare a lot of people, especially those wanting to lose weight, and to be honest I was one of those people once. However, carbs and fats are your primary source of energy. Carbs being used for quick and rapid acting energy, such as cardio. Yet fats are used for long term energy stock as well as absorption necessary for a healthy body. In order to do the things you love, to talk to your friends and family, perform any physical activity, and to use your brain to its full potential, fats and carbs are NEEDED. I used to track my carbs and fats, but I don't find that necessary anymore... Simply being conscious of their importance and incorporating them in my diet, is now enough for me; intuitive eating. Here are my favourite carb and fat sources;

Whole wheat pasta

English muffins

Fresh fruits

Vegetables

Oats

Cheerios honestly

Oatmeal

Salmon again

Nuts such as cashews, walnuts, peanuts, peanut butter

Avocado

So let this be your daily reminder to go eat your food, some REAL food, and stay conscious about your macro nutrients based on your goal's needs. Eating intuitively is the best way to maintain a good relationship with food while dieting, in my experience!

#nutrition #macros #dieting #eatyourprotein #protein #healthy

[akutasoda]

Can I please request chuuya,dazai with a s/o who is like Bayonetta

hidden loving

synopsis - sometimes you came off as a mystery to them

includes - dazai, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, fluff?, slight angst, wc - 575

a/n: been a while since i played bayonetta may get a few details wrong sorry!

osamu dazai ★↷

↪you never really exoected yourself to end up working for someone/something like the armed detective agency but perhaps that side of you that wanted to express your natural care had won.

↪but maybe you were glad as otherwise you would never off met dazai, let alone be as close as you two were. afterall you two did share some questionable qualities. some may evven call them self destructive.

↪you both hated showing emotional vulnerability and avoided at all times yet somehow as you both started trusting one another more and more that perhaps slowly melting away. atleast around each other.

↪and while you could be somewhat impatient, you always made time for him. even more so in his darkest times as you knew how much he was like you in emotions and therefore you could willingly show him your natural care and sympathy before it all dissolving the minute he became better.

↪one thing you also shared was confidence. while dazai's may of been more of a front, you both still showed confidence. although another slight difference was that your confidence and pride often came of as harsh and inconsiderate.

↪however one thing dazai could always admire you for is your desire to be stronger pared with your uncanny ability to be able to pick up any weapon and use it almost perfectly. it wouldn't even have to be your ability and that's what was so amazing to him.

↪while you two shared similar negative qualities, it barely affected your relationship. if anything strengthened it as you two could understand one another on a level no one else could.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪ getting in the port mafia always caused you a little inner conflict. sure it wasn't the ideal job but it aligned with some of your goals. the main one being your constant need to be stronger and the mafia offered a constant amount of powerful people to fight.

↪however meeting chuuya was by far the best up side, and you knew he probably would say the same. and similarly you both shared some alike qualities that were sort of negative and positive.

↪a very obvious one was the fact that you both were not abive showing anger or annoyance toward anything and anyone. while this may cause some bumps in your relationship it was overall never a problem. for you two at least because sometimes you two would fuel each others fire and eeally ruin the enemies day.

↪another alike quality was that you both enjoyed fighting. while you may be more hands on with weapons and such and chuuya preferred mostly long range, it was still something you both enjoyed. that and you both shared high amounts of confidence.

↪and he always did admire how you could pick up a brand new weapon and be able to almost perfectly use it, as though you had trained it for years. sometimes he would ask you to show him.

↪he never did like your lack of emotional vulnerability. while he knew he wasn't the best, he knew sometimes that you were refusing to let your guard down and that slightly frustrated him. he loves you and wants to help, why won't you fully let him in?

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader

[starligtgalaxy]

chapter 13: Rat-napped!

Mei fumbles around with the dumpling, trying to close it "I feel like this would be easier if I had fingers"

Her, Pigsy and Tang were at the lunar new year festival, making food for people attending.

Pigsy hands a bowl of noodles to a costumer "Thank you! Great happiness and prosperity this Lunar New Year!"

"Mei, is it just me or does Pigsy seem more.." Tang chimes, looking at the pig. "stressed than normal? Why isn't (Y/n) helping, she isn't the person to not show up without telling"

Pigsy sighs "she said she couldn't come because she's too sensitive to loud noises"

"Aw man, poor (Y/n). Staying inside all day sounds like torture" Mei frowns, perching her arms onto the counter.

☄. *. ⋆

The mentioned girl was sitting on her bed, wearing a pair of headphones.

Humming along the music playing on her phone, swinging her heads side to side.She watches the beautiful fireworks, somewhat dissapointed that she wasn't able to help the others.

She looks to her left to be only inches from a pair of red eyes, making her fall off her bed.She closes the window as she stands up, pulling off her headphone.

She turns to her mentor."What's up? I thought you were gonna enjoy the fireworks" She asks.

"As much I love them, I don't like people" Albino rat explains "I want you to go to the festival to grab a snack for us"

(Y/n) deadpans "what?"

"The festival has the best food and I can't get it myself because I have no money and I would have no luck trying steal some in my rat form" The older woman reponds.

(Y/n) sighs "Alright, I won't be gone for long"

She walks out of the door, slipping her headphones back on. She walks down the stairs after selecting a playlist.

Passing by people wearing costumes, cheering. Bright colors were flying around.

She stop at a stand that catches her eyes, having a chart displayed with spicey levels.

Very hot🌶️

Boiling lava🌶️🌶️

Ripped DBK🌶️🌶️🌶️

Aussie heat🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

🔥INFERNO🔥

A boy with red hair glide into view, saying something. (Y/n) lowers her music to hear him.

"-come, dear costumer. What can I get you?"

(Y/n) places her hand on her chin, looking at the chart. "Hmm, I'll take a boiling lava"

"Alright, that'll be 50 Reneminbi" he responds.

(7 dollars)

(Y/n) places down a 50 Reneminbi note. The boy grabs it and walks into the back.

(Y/n) taps her foot as she waited. Ignoring the muffeld screams, thinking they were just her imagination.

The boy returns, putting a tray with barbecue in it. Being red with little sparks coming for it.

(Y/n) grabs a piece and pops in her mouth. Making a little flame out of it.

She perks "That's really good!"

"That wasn't the reaction I was expecting, atleast it wasn't screaming in excruciating pain" The boy says, slightly shrugging."

Huh?" (Y/n) says confused.

"Nothing, have a nice evening"

She shrugs off and walks off, turning the music back up. She closes her eyes, smilling.

Her relaxed moment was cut short when she feel someone tap her shoulder. She turns around to meet a buff spider.He seem to say something about being sorry.

Before (Y/n) could question what he meant, she was knocked out cold and dragged away.

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

it's been 13 chapters, finally Redson shows up and only have like 5 lines. So next chapter DBK and Wukong will show up.

#red son #radianceau #lmk x reader #lmk

[ilyuqi]

oops

so obviously, i've been weirdly semi-ia? ia? i have no idea. one of my friends said "seeing a detailed ozzie take on my dash is a once in a blue moon event" and expressed how he too wanted to "pull an ozzie" and that had me thinking. ah. i should probably talk about it. okay, so lets talk

when i started this blog, anyone who knew me from way-back-then, i was very much on a different scene than i am today. not that different, moreso just "here's me analyzing dream and george and sapnap, except this time i have the highschools they went to!" . yknow? and that was really fun for me, dteam have been ccs i got to watch literally evolve their personalities to better fit the masses, so when i analyze their actions and what they do/why they do it. it's fun because i get to look at what they were like before they changed (like 2020 twitch days), and use that as reference, and 9/10 times that tends to be a lot more accurate. i feel like this is why people enjoyed reading my takes/asks, i tried my best to approach all 3 guys like real people with feelings beyond that of just their cc life, and attempt to be nuanced about them and what they do. this has always been my goal, have people ask me deeply complex questions about people i don't know personally, and do my best to answer them in a way that is atleast somewhat real. like dream-ed. has dream told us he has an ed? no. did sapnap? no. but did i come to that conclusion on my own based on small pieces put together + my knowledge of dreamnap's personalities to get to a conclusion that was very much real (and now i see is basically accepted as fact?) yeah! and see, that's what i like to do. i'm not trying to like, pat my back here, just giving an example of why this blog was fun for me to have.



dream's always been doing racist things. point blank. being on twitter when these things happened was hard, since speaking out against him would result in an unfollow or a straight up thread against you, or a demeaning reply from him. especially in summer 2020, when it was the worst. i did not like this. i didn't like being on twitter really, but when i wasn't allowed to directly respond to racism the ccs i liked were doing it was just like . okay . lol . what? so being on tumblr and finally being able to talk about it was so much more freeing, and i got to say what was on my mind. and the tumblrscape back then was so nice, esp for me. most of this stuff was in the past, so people didn't feel as defensive when talking about it. most of the conversations we had about dream's ignorance and racism weren't about the racism itself, but whether or not he was willing to change and if his apology was sincere. i'd always maintained especially after war-cry, that he wanted to change his ways and had become a better person, someone who didn't want to lie to his fans about who he is. ect ect



recently though, this has not been the case: (kkk edit, manatreed, telling a black stan that "he doesn't think his fanbase is antiblack" so they must be wrong) and it made me realize that i don't think i really believe he can become a better person. not when he has stans backing him up like this, not when he doesn't even have to change for his stans to still be there for him. and i realized that mentality of protecting dream no matter what had spread to tumblr too. me saying a kkk edit, even if he made it a while ago is still wrong and his first response was incredibly telling (lying) and people saying "no dream's old racism doesn't count! and if you had to respond to racism like that you would too!! it's not a big deal anyway!!" and then trying to explain why anti-semitism is bad to these people?? are you serious? or trying to explain why white people can't tell black people what is and what's not racist. or why housing an abuser is not okay. and just constantly being met with discourse about things i thought were taken as fact.

i love discourse, it's the best part of this blog. i love debating with people about visas, or whether or not stans are good for mcyts ect ect. but i do not like discourse about whether or not antisemitism is real. or if racism is trivial. it's not fun for me to try and explain what i know to be basic facts of life, and be told "well no when dream does it it's not bad so.." and i've realized because ive framed myself as a discourse blog, (which was at first, very fun) but now because most of dream's most discourseable actions tend to be things about the real world (homophobia, racism, antisemitism, ect ect) it gets less fun because it means i have to debate with people about whether or not this stuff is real. and in the end, i have to just constantly keep up conversation about bigoted actions on my blog.

let me be clear, my mental health is fine. i'm not taking a break because my poor sorry heart cannot take the heat from the stans. no. if i was a different person i'm sure i'd have it in me to argue with the people in my inbox telling me racism isn't real, but i just. am not that person. but i've realized that because of who dream is and his actions, that those people in my inbox will become a constant, not an anomaly if i continue to keep this image on tumblr.

the thing is, i don't think my image on here is going to change and neither is dream. i don't think i'll be leaving this blog either, like rn i really wanna talk about ranboo and tubbo's whole breakup, but ik bc my primary focus has always been dream alongside george and sap, a lot of people may be disappointed in what i choose to talk about now. so i think that's why i felt like i should make this post.

from now on, i'll mostly be avoiding conversations about dream's .. serious offenses. maybe dream discourse alltogether. it's not that i don't care, or don't have something to say about it (i always do) but i want to de-center the conversation from serious things that shouldn't be up for debate on a tumblr blog, (since i now know because dream's fanbase will always debate real things to keep his image pristine) and maybe go to more. stupid things . like hey anyone else think the meetup is delayed for another 6 months because george is stupid. lol. it just isn't fun for me to debate serious things like that, and it isn't fun for me to talk about a guy who has done those things.

like. this isn't me being silenced. i just don't have it in me to debate with those people on very real things that shouldn't be trivialized.

so yeah, i hope i could explain my weird offline-ness, and hopefully this gives an explanation that's satisfactory for everyone. obv tell me if i said anything wrong and yeah!

[foxwithakeyboard]

Blog #1

Today I've been working on a script for my 2b2t video

It's going pretty well, but it's taking a long time because I've got quite a busy life.

I don't know if this whole blog thing will get a lot of attention but I might as well try. Keep it as a sort of diary.

I've split it up into every 2 years so that there is some sort of organisation.

I'm trying to make it somewhat comprehensible. I'm not an active 2b2t player so I worry about making mistakes.

I'm trying to factcheck with members of the 2b2t community I have contacts with but I feel kind of like I'm bothering them.

I think in the end what I'm going to do is make as many corrections as I can and then if there are anymore just put it in the comments of the final video. That's probably the best thing to do, especially since yknow I'm human and I'm going to make mistakes, especially with a big project like this.

It's taken me over a hundred hours already. Maybe its some sort of messed up thing with my brain but I worry that no one will like it which is stupid but something I'm gonna have to live with.

I've almost scrapped the project three times and had to stop myself because it's something I'm passionate about.

Maybe it's stupid but watching Bojack Horseman recently, like bingeing it, has made me realise that I'm not alone. Being an arsehole, experiencing burnout etc.

Atleast I'm making progress I guess.

The video editing is my favourite part, I'm currently trying to make it a bit like a documentary. Similar to a DisruptTV video.

I find their videos really cool and its definitely an inspiration for my editing style.

I don't know if this blog will kick off but either way here's a link to my YouTube

One reason I'm starting this blog is because I don't really have many people to talk to about these kinda things and at the end of the day it's something to blow off some steam and rant or talk about my interests.

Who knows, maybe it'll help with a portfolio or something.

I plan on posting some creative writing here from time to time, I don't do it often but I enjoy it.

Signing off,

James

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