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thatdeadaquarius · 10 months

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Genshin Impact Sagau/Isekai:

You still have acces to characters! ...by possessing them. 👻

PART 2 (you're here!) / Part 1

All art by me! :] leave me a iced coffee?? :0

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STOP tagging my posts as "Yandere Sagau", "Sagau Cult AU", "Sagau Imposter AU" or other related dark content tags.

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: Headcanons, Scenarios

Stars: Tighnari ft. Cyno, Alhaitham, Collei

Comets & Meteors:

Content Warnings: Mild violence (bandit attacks/non-graphic), Reader/you possess people non-consent (mild/consent given eventually)

& Trigger Warnings: Reader/"you" possess people non-consenually for short times, but given consent eventually.

(pls comment if any more!)

Edit 9/7/23: 1,000+ NOTES?? WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY- THANK YOU???

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My goofy ass forgot to put this here .-.

Anyway this is a full length fanfic now ;)

…mistakes were made.

bad decisions were had, and okay, mayyybbbeee you could’ve taken more precautions against people finding out you were “real”.

afterall, you did see the Eremites reaction, even if it was only two guys (one from each camp) that you possessed :/

word spreads quickly amongst the Eremites groups, you guess, bc next thing you knew, after you’d moved closer to floating around Gandharva Ville,

they’d called that entire bit of forest haunted.

BUT IN YOUR DEFENSE-!! how were you supposed to know they’d blab to the whole camp they didn’t remember the past 20 minutes after you unpossessed them?? and immediately be on guard and jump to possession?? (Irminsul works hard but eremites/sumeru people work harder u guess)

And by the time you were happily patrolling with Collei, the forest rangers were just so chill you didn’t really expect anybody would think a ghost was possessing them (or whatever you were now… maybe,, just code?? it’s unclear)

so when u start to see Tighnari squint at people who’ve technically just “woken up” after you possessed them, mumbling under his breath more and more as a file he carries around gets thicker and thicker-

you start to think,,, maybe.

okay, mayyybbbeee,

you’ve fucked up.

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You really can’t help it, first it was making sure Collei got back safely from patrols (she’s ur skrunkly okay, you can’t help it, you’re still aware she’s capable but- the urge to skrunkle overpowers you- )

but then-!! You managed to spot Cyno! :D its ur boy!! ur little meow meow, who can throw people over his shoulder!! He really doesn’t need you, hovering around, but eh ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

what could it hurt! …it’s not like he can see, hear, or feel you anyway…

(unless u possess some animal/machine he thinks is friendly, which. sumeru is not exactly known for cuddly creatures. you don’t feel like experiencing death when possessing stuff just yet-)

imagine ur panic and shock as the General Mahamatra takes on a camp of criminals on the run, only for one of the old ruin machines (the ones that are just LEG and DEATH)

to hear the ruckus and come stomping around a thick patch of trees, it launched missiles!! You can’t warn Cyno, he can’t hear you!! No one can!!! The criminals are unconscious, there’s no other wildlife nearby they all ran off!!! FUCK-

You look at him and try to imagine his perspective as vividly as you can, he’s looking over the criminals, but now he’s turning, so people passed out and the tree-line got it-

Congratulations! You’ve possessed Cyno. 💀

It completely disorients you for a second, but then the panic of dodging the missiles comes back in time for you to make his body dive and roll off to the side, for as long as you can manage a roll too since you remember that’s the best way to dodge missiles in the game

…which works really well! bc he’s so fit and agile tbh

It was weird to finally run again after so long (two months now in teyvat?? wow)

with your feet suddenly in sandals, and feeling the breeze chilling your bare chest (Cyno’s chest??)

yeah its a shock considering most of the ppl you’ve possessed lately have been fully clothed rangers lol

you quickly imagine your ghostly form again, and just like that you’re drifting out of Cyno in ur “ghosty” form, having floated out and away from his back

Poor guy looks so fucking confused, and immediately is wielding his spear again, and is about to get out the crouch you put him in behind the dilapidated stone wall (dammit he better not waste ur efforts to keep him alive-)

until missiles slam and explode against it, he ducks back down (thank fuck) and Cyno just looks around one last time before hopping the wall and running to fight the thing

you notice that when the electro user goes to use his powers, they seem stronger than they were in his fight with the goons??

Maybe he was just going easier on them, since they are only human?

…so why does even Cyno look surprised when he goes to make a simple swipe with his charged spear and a bolt of lightning cracks out from his spear instead…?

…weird.

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Tighnari knows you’re here.

You figure he must have collected the reports of people “blacking out” or “sleep-walking” or whatever else and begun to suspect the worst.

…to be honest, you’re not sure what to do.

on one hand, it would be great to have someone know you actually exist, as yourself,

but on the other…

What would Tighnari think?

Of you possessing his rangers?? Temporarily taking ownership of someone without permission??? You’re afraid he’d think the worst of you…

tho u didn’t do so often, as u realized how messed up this could be, and u never did more than make them walk or talk normally for a few minutes before leaving them alone!

… afterall, you missed interacting with people. You were honestly a little worried abt going crazy, which is the only reason u were desperate enough to possess human people in the first place and continue doing so, just to talk to someone and have them look you in the face again like you really did exist as a person here-

(u thought u remember reading somewhere back on Earth that someone can only last 3 days of no other human contact until they start to lose it? but even if that’s not true, at the very least, u dont think talking one-sidedly to yourself all the time is healthy…)

so when Tighnari seems to get that file you’ve seen him adding onto, and gather up supplies, mentioning a day trip to Collei and the others to Sumeru City for some

“further research into these ‘blackouts’, and also contacting some of my colleagues who might know something…”

there’s no way you’re not going with him.

you feel increasingly anxious all day, and at one point when you were sure Tighnari was walled-in by books at the House of Daena, decide to go blow off the anxious energy by possessing an animal to get some food!

…you’re not really feeling comfortable enough to possess a living being into eating yet, that seems hella nonconsensual, and u kinda would be taking the joy of the meal from them tbh-

so u possess a cat!

a ginger cat, bc u like to think if u do anything weird, that ppl in Teyvat have the same type of cats back on Earth and excuse it as just:

“unhinged ginger cats being unhinged ginger cats yep makes sense” lol

you’d managed to be really cute (and wasn’t that weird, having to mimic animal behaviors like rubbing ur side against a person’s legs..)

and convince one of the cooks of Lambad’s Tavern to give u some leftovers, and been about to go off to try out sunbathing before the chore boy, little shit he is, tried to chase you off with a broom!! >:( the audacity!! you clearly have a little plate and everything!!

luckily, you’d finished eating, but still! Ouch!! those bristles fucking hurt-!!!

…you look and see a Sumeru-ified version of a skateboard, and u just know ur little cat face is just ✨v✨

and u steal the little shit’s skateboard as revenge! HAHA thats what you get animal abuser!!!

The kid’s yelling at you as you speedily skate away with ur little cat paws (LMAOO), but the cooks are calling him back in so he can’t pursue, (oh good u hear them get onto him for chasing u off)

and as u slow down to coast along the Sumeru streets,

you feel someone’s eyes staring you down.

You assume it’s just people being amused at a cat skateboarding, obv

but when you look just ahead of you to see a smiling Sumeru citizen or eremite-

Oh. It’s Alhaitham.

and he’s just… watching you.

he’s stopped reading whatever he’s got in his hand, and is slowlyyyy turning his head as you pass by…

You decide to just keep skating away. LMAO

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it’s already sunset by the you’re accompanying Tighnari back from Sumeru City, floating along behind him

and you’d been expecting a calm walk back, tbh you’d been feeling a little better bc the ranger hadn’t found much to identify you, yet, luckily-

but bc u can never catch a break:

Tighnari didn’t see the bandits dropping from the goddamn trees BEHIND HIM- and they had like claymores out- those were definitely gonna be killing blows-!!

so yeah.

You possessed Tighnari.

turns out ur pretty good at dodging bc this is second time now you’ve helped dive away for someone in an ambush, ur kinda proud of urself tbh💀

and as you make him take a few leaps back, ur ears twitch in the wind as you duck behind a tree, then float away and out of his body

The poor hybrid ranger visibly sways, then shakes his head out of it, and he flicks his ears in different directions, squinting into the woods, he’s pulled out his bow, so you’re at least reassured he’s aware there are enemies

Like Cyno last week, he too gives up and rolls for the next tree for cover and begins to shoot and take down the bandits

the rest of the week is kinda a blur after that, bc it’s mostly filled with Tighnari running in circles around the camp checking for blackouts, writing letters to Alhaitham and Cyno apparently, and you not possessing anybody out of paranoia :/

Most notably however,

you’ve unfortunately discovered one of the few drawbacks of ur possessions

(y’know, besides not existing essentially, what with no one being able to sense u outside of possessions)

apparently, if someone walks thru you, they accidentally force you to possess them 💀??

while it’d already happened once with a random ranger that you didnt notice was walking up behind you,

you didn’t want to test it again just yet bc it kinda made YOU nauseous and incredibly dizzy when this happened

(as in, u stumbled like a drunk after this poor ranger woman ran thru u, until you were so dizzy and the world spun sm u had to make her sit on the literal ground, luckily she just thought she was just really dehydrated when she came back into herself 😭)

so obviously, you’ve avoided crowds to keep this forced possession thingy from happening all the time

like at the Forest Rangers meetings or something, ur watching off to the side, instead of standing with them or beside them

so needless to say, after about a week and half since possessing Tighnari,

you definitely did not mean to possess Collei.

She’d been in her wheelchair today, the Eleazar flaring up and tiring her body out

so her wheels had been entirely silent when she rolled up to where you and Tighnari were leaning over some strange experiments of his- you were just trying to figure out what all these mirrors were for, didn’t he do plants more-?

you didn’t even know what the hell happened, you just felt that familiar dropping sensation, like a small drop on a rollarcoaster, blinked, and then suddenly you were sitting instead of standing/floating???

Oh god-

before you could even begin to process that Tighnari was in front of you instead of beside you, the world was shorter,

The fox-eared ranger yelled in triumph, grinning with sharp fangs and spinning around to look at you (Collei)-

“Ah-ha! It worked! Finally, I saw you! I saw you, I-?? Oh gods, Collei, NO-!”

And with quick reflexes, Tighnari’s summoned his bow, but he’s clearly confused on what to do about this situation, taking aim, but also holding the air glowing with dendro not as taunt as you’d seen him in the battle with the bandits

You scramble to raise your hands up, brown poofy sleeves rise to your command, light green hair you can feel on your shoulders, everything is familiar, but not-

“WAIT! I’m sorry!! This was an accident, I promise! I don’t intend to hurt Collei, or you!! Please, just, don’t shoot me, I think you’ll just hurt Collei instead…”

You talk him down and decide, that if he’s put this much effort into finding out about your existence, is an incredible leader and friend to everyone around him, and was able to accept the traveler and many other strange things that’ve (probably? maybe?) already happened in Sumeru (god fuck u dont even know where in the timeline you are)

that you can probably trust Tighnari with your existence, and your powers.

…He nearly passes out.

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Life has gotten a lot funnier, and happier, since you told Tighnari (and some of the more trustworthy rangers and Collei by proxy) about ur existence (or really, confirmed it)

He’d been wary at first, appropiately cautious and demanding answers, of which you were happy to give and explain yourself

luckily, after a whole lot of “hmm, I see, no, I think I’m understanding-” , finger on his chin and everything

he’s said it’s okay to hang around the rangers, so long as you don’t possess anyone anymore without them knowing about you/with permission (outside of emergency situations that is)

tho he did seem surprisingly understanding and accepting of you doing it before after you explained how u were just unbelievably lonely and were lowkey paranoid of going crazy-

The rangers seem to believe you’re some kind of god/spirit thing, as you had no explanation yourself as to what you were ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Tighnari’s also given you the rule to help out around here if you’re going to “ghost-laze around”, as he puts it lol

you’ve redirected ruin machines/feral animals away from rangers many times by now, to the many thanks and gratefulness of the rangers

you’ve even managed to even figure out how to push Collei’s wheelchair around when she uses it!

mostly by possessing tree after tree and using vines, or occasionally a fungi that can fly so you can nudge her along

she has insisted that you possess a ruin guard and carry her just to try it… however, Tighnari overheard her talking to the forest rangers’ dog (you) and immediately knew shit was up and banned you from doing it (at least not yet)

While most rangers are okay with you possessing them for a few minutes (and they’ve developed this bandana wrapped around their upper arms policy of “red = no possess, green = go ahead”)

Collei is the most okay with it and for longer, so you “won’t be that lonely ever again!” :’)

Tighnari is busy with stuff, so you can’t possess him as often, but the ranger has developed a theory that the more you possess someone, the more they can sense your feelings during possession/while floating around in ghost form too,

so he’ll occasionally feel you in the room with him, and start talking out loud in some one-sided convo to make you feel more included to make up for not being able to interact with him sometimes :)

(after taking you off his list of worries he’s still pretty swamped, not that he’ll tell you that, as he’s still not quite sure why he’s so, warm and safe feeling when you’re around, so willing to trust you so naturally, that it makes him want to at leats pretend to be worried abt a possessing ghost god/thing hanging out with the rangers now)

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basically everything is great!

the rangers are okay with you, they got a system to interact with you consensually, Tighnari and Collei are fond of you, you get to finally have something to do instead of floating around all the time (joining ranger missions)

and look!! they’ve even been kind enough to build you a little shrine or altar of sorts! Notes about Sumeru life, recipes for you to try, occasionally some books for you to read, and even some snacks/desserts for you to try out the next time someone possesses you and gives consent! (you leave them a little note stuck on their hand with your question for specific actions like that, if there isn’t another ranger there to ask for you when you unpossess them)

and everything is so cool, and everyone is so sweet and accepting

…Until Alhaitham shows up in Gandharva Ville, knocking on Tighnari’s door.

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AHHHH idk if this is any good! sorry it took so long, it was mostly the art 😭😭

anyway its not the best (the writing or the art) but i hope it’s at least some content to look at and be entertained for a minute!

also figured it was a good day to post what with the attack on our beloved Ao3 (tho i think it’s back up now?)

anyway, feel free to leave critiques on this one! (which I’ll probably turn this into a real fic one day soon, but not sure what to do with the plot/do a diff setup than this or what)

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and also this took time to make (once again, mostly the art, bc thats how it always is with art isnt it 😭)

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veillenel · 9 months

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A Splash (Miguel O'hara x Reader)

Warnings/content: Eestablished relationship, blurb because i’m too afraid to write a whole story, fluff, Miguel being happy (sobs), I don’t think I used pronouns for reader (not proofread), I think that’s it??

A/n: I just had a cutesy idea that I wanted to write with Miguel because I am in love with him. I’m also still unsure about his and a wee bit insecure about my writing so any criticism is appreciated. I just wanted to start putting content out again and improving my writing <3 (I also appreciate anyone who wants to point out typos, grammar mistakes {I make those often}, or anything else).

✰ Miguel has little to no sense of humor but will never fail to make you laugh. He accidentally misses a step and falls down the stairs, cussing out everything around him? You're laughing. When anyone around him farts and he puts on the most disgusted face? You're holding your stomach in tears. Overall, an unintentionally funny fellow.

✰ He’s also not that touchy. At the start of the relationship it took awhile before he would hold you while the two of you laid together. Now, he just prefers affection to be private. Hand holding is as far as he will go. It’s not that he’s embarrassed or anything, he just doesn’t think work time is PDA time. When you go out to dinner he can handle cheek kisses and small side hugs.

✰ You, on the other hand, are the exact opposite. Everything is funny to you. Stuff that isn't even that funny has you dying on the floor. You also love showing affection in public. A lot of women look at Miguel, he is an attractive man after all, so why not show that he’s simply not available.

✰ Some people would say that it wasn’t a good mix but they couldn’t be more wrong. Sometimes your inability to take anything serious did bug him a bit and the public affection wasn’t his cup of tea but you were currently the best thing in his life. The light in the dark. Your laughter eased his stress and your kisses made his heart flutter. Every. Time. He loved you, truly.

✰ On this particular day, Miguel was outside washing his car. Soapy water pouring down the black vehicle. You came outside to see if he needed anything and as he assured you he didn’t you turned to go back inside. Almost immediately you felt the cold water hit your back and Miguel let out a laugh.

✰ Usually, people get mad about stuff like that but hearing Miguel laugh about it only made smile and gain the bright idea to retreat into the house and Miguel thought that was that but you had different intentions.

✰ You got out a cup from the cabinet and turned the sink on to fill it up. Obviously Miguel wouldn’t let you get your hands on the hose, he’s smarter than that. So you took the cup outside on the ploy that it was a nice drink for your lovely boyfriend. By this point he had put the hose away and was in the yard. Perfect.

✰ You walk over to him, cup in hand, and give him a side hug. Attempting to make some small talk to make your intentions seem innocent. As you listened to him talk you raised the hand with the cup and splashed the water out, not looking to see if it even made contact with him you threw the cup down and made a beeline for the door but it was too late. Miguel scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the pool.

✰ “Miguel!” you could shout and plead all you wanted to but it would just fall on deaf ears.

✰ “You think that was funny, huh? I’ll give you something to laugh about.” That was the last thing you heard before you were surrounded by bubbles and chlorinated water.

✰ When you surfaced Miguel was waiting for you by the later and when you swam over he gave you a hand to take so he could help you out. ✰ “So not funny Miguel.” He wraps you in a towel he found nearby and the only thing he can think about is how you’re the only person who makes him feel this way. The only person he could do stupid things like this would. You were the one he had to marry.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman 2099

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︰ 💌 ╮ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑. 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 ᎓ㅤㅤⒾ

︰ 💌 ╮ 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 ᎓ㅤㅤⒾ

━ weeping angel [ now available ]

︰ 💌 ╮ 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐖 ᎓ㅤㅤⒾ

︰ 💌 ╮ 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄 / 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑 ᎓ㅤㅤⒾ

︰ 💌 ╮ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒Λ𝐒𝐓𝐑𝕺𝐔𝕾 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝕰 𝐎𝐅 𝐒Λ𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐊. ᎓ㅤㅤⒾ [coming soon!!]

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lilacxquartz · 2 months

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i am planning the fic in question that i posted about a couple of days ago, so don’t mind these in between posts as i lay it all out.

tw for upsetting themes being discussed, it’s planned to be a normal fic on the surface that gradually gets dark to the point of no return.

so far, i’ve roughly drafted about ~20ish chapters, so it’s a medium fic and usually my polishing & real write up adds a lot of content, so we might be looking at more, or just longer chapters overall.

plot: i’m going for naive small town reader moves to the city over the summer because she has a job starting in the autumn, let’s go with teaching at jujutsu high but the story isn’t about that, it’s about navigating life before then.

so getting to know a lifestyle that’s unfamiliar to you, being involved in a toxic friendship dynamic, being oblivious to certain advances, telling a little too much about yourself, etc will be a recurring theme.

for the sake of the plot, there will be canon divergence to include suguru also in this story, so consider this an alternate timeline or whatever.

relationships:

x satoru gojo: initially arrogant, unserious and casual, he shows off his softer side when i put the two of you in certain scenarios. his ego makes him feel a little entitled to you, even though he tries to fight it just a little.

x suguru geto: initially reserved and uncaring, you struggle with getting along with him altogether but he gradually opens up and starts seeing you a certain way, as a result, he’s a little bolder but he’s subtle about it. gradually gets worse, though.

x shoko ieiri: i’m including her as a friend of the trio because this is a shoko inclusive household blog, she will act as your moody but caring friend who slowly starts to see in between the lines.

recurring themes:

- naive reader: you are an adult in this, but a fresh-ish adult, so think like 20-23, you’re still a little socially unaware, you’ve lived in a smaller town your whole life, your jujutsu school barely had students and you had strict parents.

- toxic dynamic: you are thrown into a life that’s heavily focused around your new friends, things like heavy drinking, catching up to experiences you never got, not really knowing much about your sexuality, being oblivious to red flags, etc is a whole thing.

- confusing feelings: you’re new to this sort of thing dear reader, so you can’t really understand what you’re feeling exactly, was it normal or satoru to try that? is suguru being distant after you told him a certain thing normal? did you say too much? too little?

what makes it a dark fic:

- yandere themes, but it will be a slow build up so you have time to establish friendships with everyone, not really quite noticing that both men are gradually crossing boundaries with how close they’re trying to get to you until they start taking it a little too far.

- non-con themes: it starts off simple, like touching a little too suggestively while you’re simply just… unaware, slowly getting to the point it being obvious, to the point where you can’t get away from it and it’ll get rough, because hey, a lot of tension has been brewing and they finally have you where they want you.

- unhealthy relationships: nothing about how the relationships are handled are in any universe a healthy representation. isolation, manipulation and mistreating the reader is very present here, even if unintentionally.

so when’s it gonna happen:

i’m gonna finish up a couple of my ongoing fics on ao3, they’re both near completion, so maybe towards march-april if i get it to a point i like also, i’ll likely do a weekly release on here and on ao3, every wednesday or so?

so it’ll be this that’s happening along with bitter tea leaves retold fic along with the last couple of chapters from my other dark, although non-yandere fic i have going on there, but from now on any new works will also be posted on tumblr, hah.

#ao3 #yandere x reader #dark fic #planning #tw #writer ramblings #i need to buy a walking pad so i can walk and plot at the same time #i have been vividly imagining this whole world i am writing about and i am content with the story tbh #might release some rough one shots x reader as i practice the smut scenes #yandere jjk

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apsyiethemoxie · 1 year

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A letter for you, if you choose to speak to me again..

Ever since you stopped speaking to me, I have struggled getting through the day and resisting the urge of crawling back to you. It has been months since I heard your voice asking me how am I doing, that voice which cured even my deepest of pains and sometimes even caused it, is so faded now.

There where times when the silence engulfed me and ate me up whole, my soul didn't feel mine, the world seemed so strange and chaotic because my inner world had crumpled and crashed into pieces. I'm never well when you're not around, never healthy, never content, never completely myself.

Every day I wake up and wonder if you would call me today, or maybe just a text, or maybe if you will just give me some kind of hint that I still matter to you somehow.. but expectedly there is nothing but silence from your end. That kind of silence which pierces my abandonment wounds over and over again.

You promised to take me to places, near and far.. but all I ever wanted to do was to be close to you, in your arms forever if possible. But was that ever possible? I believed the words because it was better than not believing it and suffering from the kind of heartache that I possess now. You didn't have to take me anywhere really, all you needed to do was to just be there, just the idea of you being there for me was enough for me something which I don't have now. Even the idea of you isn't there anywhere anymore. This pain is unbearable, unbearable to the extent that I could die, but I choose to stay strong, I choose to fight so that if someday we come across you would be proud of me. I'm taking your advice, I'm pretending to be happy, healthy and prosperous with the intention that someday I'll actually be all of that, I will be right?

I don't think I will ever be able to say all of it to you, even if I do you wouldn't want to read it right? After a point everyone gets bored of it. Of my emotions which are deeper than marina trench. I don't want to be so pathetic, so full of sorrow, nobody chooses to do so with themselves and it's the same with me. But you've unintentionally brought me to this position. I can't seem to even write anymore.

I feel I have been left behind and everyone is racing towards to forefront. I feel like my feet doesn't work anymore. My bones feel old, I feel pathetic.. when will this dark night end? Is there light at the end of this pitch black tunnel? I can't take this anymore, I feel like I'm getting kicked on my chest every single day and pushed even backwards.

Only you can save me maybe a little from this. Because I'm not compatible with anyone else, my body rejects any other person.. how great they may be. So try to come back? Try to speak to me again? And in case you choose to do.. I'll feel like my connection with you wasn't just a lie.

-Arpita Goon.

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m1lkt00th · 2 years

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Alright alright, it's like... minutes to 9 i am writing this but aha look! i'm up early to waste MORE time!!

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Left to Right: Whiskers (they/them) , Biscuit (any pronouns) , Locket (they/them)

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Ramble below:

Whiskers is an undead skeleton that was revived by an old couple (old as in were together a long time not age actually). They were buried a long, long time ago and their memory suffered from it. They were meant to be an example of what happens when someone is revived to the point where they remember nothing of their past. No wistful amnesia, no NOTHING.

They didn't have any siblings for a long time and were content with their parents. Hmm the old couple lives in the woods (maybe) They weren't taught how to do magic and the couple keeps them in the dark about their origins. They dont know that theyre different not because they were "born" that way but because well, they are practically a zombie

They are part cat part... human? and something else (wings). Their magic doesn't support flight (anymore) and they mainly use their wings to hide or knock things over on accident. They are extremely cuddly and suffers from a core feeling of loneliness and worthlessness. They are not aware of that yet they always make an effort to be of service or to be "useful"

Biscuit is actually meant to be in the Undertale universe! Don't know her role though! Oops! Probably adventures with Butters since I made their designs to bounce off each other? Butter and Cookies? Food stuffs? yeah

He was probably dumped onto Cherish during their universe becoming the housing place for the insane and misguided. He is also a literal child, a little baby if you will. Oh and theyre like... a fusion of some animal (legs) but WHO knows what. She is kind of just. growing up through the chaos and is passed around by the adults (you take care of her , no WAY this kid is creepy as HELL , please please i need to uh um be somewhere???) and she has... vibes. again, dont know what. their universe was probably really simple and sweet, monsters mostly focusing on baking foods with humans that like, killing them.

Locket was sketched alongside two other characters! Cherry and Berry. Literally born to be a background character lmao uh. They mostly stay at home with their three dogs and is SEETHING about the Berry Twins dying their white dog's fur. Yeah they got it washed out but STILL. They are the victim of their many pranks and unintentionally became an older sibling figure to them.

They aren't very nice and acts very "up there". Might just canonically make them a tumblr user </3 The heart locket is actually from their mom who is rarely home but loves her child very much i assure you. they love their mom too.

they have an inflated ego but clams up around authority figures. they would threaten some kid with a knife but the MOMENT an adult shows up it's all sweetness and compliancy. no you may not have the knife.

their magic manifests in the gradients and "blush" on their bones. that's normal in this universe for skeletons. they dont have any interests in fighting and would rather be at home reading fanfic.

#imagine posting #olive rambles #ocs #undertale oc #oc: whiskers #oc: biscuit #oc: locket #going to shout about these guys... three or four at a time...#because i LOVE my ocs #queue

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hisblame · 2 years

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independent PRIVATE rp for 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓫𝔂 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓮 of 𝓬𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓴𝓪𝓲 .

memes | rules below cut ; read before interacting .

mutuals only;

this blog is PRIVATE which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i follow, i want to WRITE and generally nerd out about our muses w/ you. if we haven’t reached out to one another for some time, i may unfollow/softblock. really want to focus on plotted/developed interactions since i’m not able to be here for prolonged periods and it helps me keep up. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. NON RP/PERSONAL/WRITING BLOGS shouldn’t interact w/ posts or follow. i want to keep things strictly for rp purposes only. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that’s your decision, and i won’t fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let’s discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

i’ve had a change in activity since getting a new job, so mainly expect to see me online if i’m not too busy or tired with personal things wednesdays and thursdays. i can’t promise the queue will be loaded up and ready to post other times, but i’ll certainly try my best. i do not hold any mutuals to a specified time limit on replies. i appreciate your patience when it comes to my responses as well.

triggers;

as mentioned above, there will be some dark themes. however, i will not write things like inappropriate interactions with minors, abuse/non-con, discrimination, incest, etc. i won’t tag things unless requested by mutuals.

shipping;

i am open to all types of ships. if you have an idea, ask me about it. my response will vary from immediate to possibly brainstorming scenarios. if i hard pass on a ship, respect that. again, no inappropriate dynamics such as an adult with minors or toxic relationships. any extremely negative relationships will only be referred to in headcanon. enemies in a non-abusive sense or rivals are fine. as for romantic shipping, you know what i’m going to say: chemistry.

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

no godmodding, forcing ships or harassing for responses. you may remind me of a plot or thread we have going, but please do not attempt to guilt me into hurrying. i am a real person, in the real world, with other things going on. as much as i would love to sit and write all day or gush over our muses together until our brains are slime, i won’t be online all the time. if i am online but haven’t responded, be patient. i follow the muse, and i expect my partners to take their time too. vague posts, negativity and all that yucky stuff can find the door. i’m not here for any ooc drama. while i don’t condone callout posts and related content, i need to know if i’m unintentionally writing with someone abusive. do not steal. psd credit: weirdestwitch and jessource.

duplicates;

i am willing to interact, i really did enjoy all the silly aus we could get up to such as twins, or how-did-we-end-up-in-each-others-universes. however, i have had a few bad experiences that have made me cautious with dups. i will not follow first, but if others follow then i will consider interacting. basically if we can stick to basic rp etiquette, namely godmodding, then i’m good. you have your version and i have mine. we’re individually unique, and we should explore that. i don’t want to know what i’m doing wrong or feel uncomfortable in the choices i make. we might go down the same avenue as far as mannerisms and history, but ultimately, we’ll make it our own. i’d rather not knit-pick who did it best or how similar a canon version is to another. anyways… that got a little ranty, but basically, i love the idea of dups. let’s have fun with it!

mains & exclusives;

mains, yes! exclusives, the jury is out! as of right now, since this blog is so new, i won’t practice exclusives. i will have main canon muses that will take priority because we’ve known each other a minute or we have great chemistry. not sure what my main limit is, but i’ll update when i do.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 ⏤ where’s drew??

main blog 𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ( metalcursed ) med activity 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫 ( notcoke ) low/med 𝔧𝔦𝔪 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔯 ( notcrsd ) low 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔬'𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 ( hellsfyr ) low/med 𝔱𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ( mnsons )

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

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mnsons · 2 years

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independent private sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs original character theodore “teddy” munson. salvaged by ᴅʀᴇᴡ — affiliated with @carvher.

mutuals only;

this blog is private which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that's your decision, and i won't fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let's discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

triggers;

shipping;

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

no godmodding, forcing ships or harassing for responses. you may remind me of a plot or thread we have going, but please do not attempt to guilt me into hurrying. i am a real person, in the real world, with other things going on. as much as i would love to sit and write all day or gush over our muses together until our brains are slime, i won't be online all the time. if i am online but haven't responded, be patient. i follow the muse, and i expect my partners to take their time too. vague posts, negativity and all that yucky stuff can find the door. i'm not here for any ooc drama. while i don't condone callout posts and related content, i need to know if i'm unintentionally writing with someone abusive. do not steal. psd credit: jaynedits and somresources.

mains & exclusives;

mains, yes! exclusives, the jury is out! as of right now, since this blog is so new, i won't practice exclusives. i will have main canon muses that will take priority because we've known each other a minute or we have great chemistry. not sure what my main limit is, but i'll update when i do.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 ⏤ where’s drew??

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

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notcrsd · 2 years

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main blog: 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍

heavily 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 with 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚛𝚣𝚢 ; open to interacting with other joyce muses ; only to non-romantic dynamics with joyce muses if plot.

mutuals only;

this blog is private which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that’s your decision, and i won’t fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let’s discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

triggers;

shipping;

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

duplicates;

i am willing to interact with other eddies because at one point in time, i really did enjoy all the silly aus we could get up to such as twins, or how-did-we-end-up-in-each-others-universes. however, i have had a few bad experiences that have made me cautious with dups. i will not follow first, but if other eddies follow then i will consider interacting. basically if we can stick to basic rp etiquette, namely godmodding, then i’m good. you have your version and i have mine. we’re individually unique, and we should explore that. i don’t want to know what i’m doing wrong or feel uncomfortable in the choices i make. we might go down the same avenue as far as mannerisms and history, but ultimately, we’ll make it our own. i’d rather not knit-pick who did it best or how similar a canon version is to another. anyways… that got a little ranty, but basically, i love the idea of dups. let’s have fun with it!

mains & exclusives;

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

#do not interact with this post

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hellsfyr · 2 years

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proud freak and member of d&d fantasy game 𝖍̲𝖊̲𝖑̲𝖑̲𝖋̲𝖎̲𝖗̲𝖊̲ 𝖈̲𝖑̲𝖚̲𝖇̲ as well as bassist for 𝖈̲𝖔̲𝖗̲𝖗̲𝖔̲𝖉̲𝖊̲𝖉̲ 𝖈̲𝖔̲𝖋̲𝖋̲𝖎̲𝖓̲. mitch o'connor ft. in sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. drew / they them / 21+ main blog is metalcursed.

copy and pasted from eddie’s blog so it might mention him primarily.

mutuals only;

this blog is private which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that’s your decision, and i won’t fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let’s discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

triggers;

shipping;

headcanon influence;

this is a big one. i will be exploring the true life culture of the 1980s heavy metal scene and its influence on society. actual trials took place with bands as well as civilians because the justice system conceived metal music and its imagery had a damaging effect on society. the influence it held over the youth and its link to crimes made anyone associated with the subculture suspect number one. using these real life cases mixed with the canon of eddie’s role in the show, i’d like to build a character profile that will be biased to my interpretation. music will also play heavily in my portrayal of eddie who canonically is a fan of dio, w.a.s.p. and other such groups. expect breakdowns and reflections on those bands and their cultural influence. for spice, i’d love to incorporate their inspiration into interactions and verses too.

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

duplicates;

mains & exclusives;

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

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notcoke · 2 years

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a timeline of 𝒔̲𝒕̲𝒆̲𝒗̲𝒆̲ 𝒉̲𝒂̲𝒓̲𝒓̲𝒊̲𝒏̲𝒈̲𝒕̲𝒐̲𝒏̲ of 𝑠̶𝑡̶𝑟̶𝑎̶𝑛̶𝑔̶𝑒̶𝑟̶ 𝑡̶ℎ̶𝑖̶𝑛̶𝑔̶𝑠̶ ' progression throughout the series as he transitions from classic albeit basic coca-cola flavor to the newer, bolder taste of pepsi. a study in consumerism, market appeal, and the evolution of style as it molds a generation.

no minors or personals. mutuals only. rules can be found under read more. be aware the muse is heavily headcanon influenced, not necessarily canon divergent. marketed by drew they / them twenty-one + season four spoilers will be tagged: s4 spoilers

mutuals only;

triggers;

shipping;

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

no godmodding, forcing ships or harassing for responses. you may remind me of a plot or thread we have going, but please do not attempt to guilt me into hurrying. i am a real person, in the real world, with other things going on. as much as i would love to sit and write all day or gush over our muses together until our brains are slime, i won't be online all the time. if i am online but haven't responded, be patient. i follow the muse, and i expect my partners to take their time too. vague posts, negativity and all that yucky stuff can find the door. i'm not here for any ooc drama. while i don't condone callout posts and related content, i need to know if i'm unintentionally writing with someone abusive. do not steal. psd credit: jaynedits and niixzee.

duplicates;

i am willing to interact with other steves because at one point in time, i really did enjoy all the silly aus we could get up to such as twins, or how-did-we-end-up-in-each-others-universes. however, i have had a few bad experiences that have made me cautious with dups. i will not follow first, but if other steves follow then i will consider interacting. basically if we can stick to basic rp etiquette, namely godmodding, then i'm good. you have your version and i have mine. we're individually unique, and we should explore that. i don't want to know what i'm doing wrong or feel uncomfortable in the choices i make. we might go down the same avenue as far as mannerisms and history, but ultimately, we'll make it our own. i'd rather not knit-pick who did it best or how similar a canon version is to another. anyways... that got a little ranty, but basically, i love the idea of dups. let's have fun with it!

mains & exclusives;

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 ⏤ where’s drew??

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

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writer-akihiko · 2 years

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Hi! May I request something where Ace, Deuce, Vil, Riddle, Kalim, Malleus, and Idia become meta-aware (aka they realise they are in a game) and fall in love with the player in the real world? What would they do? It can be in whatever format you wish. Thank you for considering my request!

TWST Meta-Aware: Several Characters

I've always been really interested in this particular AU, but I really never got around to it because I get caught up in my angst. Well now I get to combine the two [unintentionally, the angst just sprung up from me] into this lovely work of mine.

Disclaimer: I am not the first person or the last to write in this AU with TWST. I am also not the originator of the idea, this is my own interpretation of the AU with the characters requested.

Warning: Dark content, Yandere content, Self-deprecating thoughts, Irrational thoughts. Please avoid the scenarios of [Malleus, Riddle, Idia, Vil] if you are uncomfortable with general dark content.

Malleus Draconia

He found it amusing, honestly. All this power gifted to him that he intended to protect you with… it's just some part of make-believe in your little world of entertainment

He's not as upset as he thought he would be. The husk that is your player character is the only way for him to interact with you after all, so he tries to be close to the sprite as possible

Whatever evil incarnate decided to create a horrendous system like gacha should burn by his dragon flames. Rate-ups? Percentile chances just for you to own his cards? It's preposterous

He enjoys being the one in your homescreen. He enjoys your touches, almost cooing into the feeling of you tapping his cheeks, purring when the touches are felt at his horns

He's sulking the moment you change the homescreen. What did he do wrong?

He doesn't go off-script. If any of the others caught on… it makes him angry just thinking about it

He has no idea when it comes to the code. He found a way to break his scripted lines once, but it's completely different from combining his magic and technology to permanently drag you into Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts

He's having a crisis when he finds out. He's… fabricated?! Is he just a toy for you then?

It hit him then. The realisation of it all. He planned to confess after recovering from his Overblot, but when he tried to say any words, it was as if his mouth was glued shut

He's almost pissed every time he sees your player character. He wanted you, not the player that you hid by

Curiouser and curiouser… that was Riddle spending his time figuring out how to change his lines

Riddle hates the gacha with a passion. Why, his sweet YN… why would you risk it all for him? Can't you see him risking it all for you, with how much of his own cards he's ripping apart, just to get to you?

He manages to change his lines slightly. He's still in character! What Queen of Hearts wouldn't? When he's alone on the screen, he makes it more romantic, crushing the code that banned him before under his heel as he shows his kinder, romantic side to you

He's bringing you to Twisted Wonderland, especially after you stared at his homescreen sprite longingly, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes

Don't worry. He'll be there for you. He'll keep the farce of a dream around you when you're actually in Wonderland, as you fall deeper, and deeper into him…

Ace Trappola

He had to avoid you for a while. He needed to wrap his head around the fact that you were lying to him the whole time. He believed that the entire story was a lie to his heart and his feelings for you

With time, Ace realised that the value wasn't in besting Deuce in the fake scripts or taking centre stage in stories. It was about being chosen, by you

It was a cruel, twisted world he was in. Waiting to be your favourite, amongst the many, many characters and personalities. He stood out more than others for sure, since his prologue debut

His first act however, is spying on the husk that imitated your actions around them. He snuck in, seeing the truth of the unresting doll on your supposed bed

He pitied you even more, since this worthless doll was taking the life that you escaped to each night you logged in the game!

Through observing your doll character, he found a way to change his 2D Live animations slightly. Soon, he found a way to distort the pre-written script in the text lines. His final victory against this technology he didn't understand was the voiced lines, as he said whatever he wanted to you

One line of comfort from Ace warmed your heart, as you teared up behind the screen, sniffling words of thanks. Oh, you'd have so much to thank him for once you both meet, and he'd finally have the chance to hold you in his arms… so wait for this hero, won't you?

Deuce Spade

Deuce can't comprehend it. He's just entertainment for you? Competing with the other people in the school for your attention? Fine, he'll entertain this comparison game of yours!

It felt poisonous to say the scripts he never meant. Even in casual conversation, his program is designed to eventually leave you alone once you've chatted enough with him

He's delusional. He believes that you really love him once you've placed him on the holy pedestal of your homescreen

He's bitter at the gacha when his cards don't go to their rightful owner. How cruel of a system, denying what was rightfully yours

He has thoughts about leaving this world to go to yours instead. He has nothing to lose, the only thing he really has to lose is you if you ever decide the game too boring or difficult for you

He changes the script, even in the main story. He lost nights worth of sleep figuring out the stupid pattern, but now he can say whatever he wants to you, even during the main story

He enjoys the cards of his. He can show more of his charms, with the new outfits and voiced lines

It may take awhile, but he's willing to wait for you, so please… don't give up on him

Kalim Al-Asim

He isn't as devastated as you might think. He's more on the delusional side, believing your story since you both were literally worlds apart

He just had to find a way to bridge the two worlds and you both will have your happily ever after right?

He clings to the husk of a doll at night, dragging the doll to his bed as he cuddled against you each night, dreaming of what you would actually look like

One thing akin to the story is that Kalim often gets what he wants, and sure enough he gets the chance to change his line because of a little glitch in the game he might've planted

Only you get to hear the special lines from him, and no one else. Any other cards of the students are as stale as ever, but his… His cards were special

Through the glitch, he finally saw you. His eyes filled with need to hold you face to face with him, as he dreams of intertwining his hands in yours

Kalim has to figure out a way soon, before your eyes drift over to anyone else's cards. Soon, you'd be part of a whole new world with him… Just Kalim…

Idia Shroud

He shuts himself away the moment he realises what was truly going on. Fine, if the system really gets in his way then all he has to do is to break the system itself

He'll make a new one, it's alright. One where no stupid code twists his tongue around and controls him like the puppet he was in the story

He manages to rig the gacha system just for you, so that whatever you wish for gets sent to your inbox. He'll dress up just for you, no worries… Just, encourage him won't you?

He concluded early on that Twisted Wonderland was way better than yours. If it weren't… then explain why you confided in his homescreen with your deepest secrets as you cried, being comforted by his voiced lines?

He's so close… He really is. He experiments on the so called technology of the doll you disguise yourself as

Soon, he can hear your real voice and face through the doll with his modifications. He's elated, hugging the doll at night during his anxious episodes

He's nearing the end, at this point feeling your warmth through the doll. One more night, and you'd soon be in his world

Vil Schoenheit

He's horrified that all he dedicated his life for was a waste. Was his suffering a joke to you then, darling? If that's the case, you'll suffer right next to him, serving this envious Queen

He's desperate to find answers really. You don't see much appearance of him in the week, but after that… he's flaunting his all to you as a male peacock would to attract attention

He's not losing to the wretched potatoes who think they even have the slimmest of chances to stay on your homescreen. Why walk the runway when he can run the talking portion of your homescreen?

He gets up early to impress, no doubt. He's delighted whenever you receive a new card for him! It's his chance to dress up!

His plan starts slow, changing the intonations of his voice so that the lines are less cruel than they are meant to be… Then they start to get more comforting, and some borderline romantic

He takes care of the doll you disguise in everyday, even when you possess it. You just don't notice how he pampers you

Vil doesn't try to use or trample others. No one should know his true intentions but you, and he'll rightfully win you in his arms as compensation for the lies he had to live through

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst idia x reader #twst idia #twst kalim x reader #twst x reader #twst kalim #twst malleus x reader #twst malleus draconia #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #twst ace x reader #twst ace trappola #twst deuce x reader #twst deuce spade #twst kalim al asim

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volterran-wine · 2 years

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Maybe I just have the problem of unintentionally mirroring the people I’m around, but as a writer, how do you maintain your own voice when tumblr and other sites are filled with many different interpretations of the Volturi and vampires in general?

Do you ever find yourself having to rid yourself someone else’s ideas before writing? Do you just write what makes sense at the time and accept that your lore and worldbuilding is about to be changed? Or are you just that strong with how you see the characters that you view other interpretations as completely separate of your own?

𝐎𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 —𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞.

The great thing about writing for The Volturi is that there are so many nuanced points of view you can go with. Are they the villains? A morally grey force in the world? The good guys? Or perhaps Aro truly is a Machiavellian Mastermind that murdered his own sister in order to control the world? ... well, all of these stories can exist at the same time and be written by different people.

To me the only person who can truly claim ownership over any sort of concept, headcanon or interpretation when it comes to The Volturi or Twilight for that matter; is the author Stephenie Meyer. Everyone of us who write fan fiction are simply having fun with a universe that we all saw something special in, and I think it gives us a lot of freedom.

The wonderful thing about fan-created content is that all of us have vastly different views on ideas who has flourished for years at this point; 'The Volturi being justified', 'Aro actually being a decent person', 'The Volturi being a functional and ok place to work', 'Aro having a vault of valuables', 'Aro & Carlisle being in love', 'Felix being a gladiator in his human life', 'Caius being a soldier in his human life'; These are all concepts and headcanons that have been around for so long. The Twilight fandom is 17 years old, that is almost two decades of fan-content being created and people coming up with their own ideas and theories.

I certainly am not the first blog on here to really deep dive into the historical aspects of The Volturi and writing from that perspective. But sadly many of those other blogs are no longer active, or do not write fanfiction anymore. Personally I would kiss whoever coined the 'Caius is an Artist' headcanon; because that was inspired. But at the end of the day, nobody truly owns a headcanon either.

Some might not know this, but I work in the creative industry. And because of that I have met writers, artists, illustrators, copywriters, designers and all sorts of people who work within the sphere of creativity. And there is something everyone says; 'There is no such thing as a original idea anymore'. By that I don't mean we all plagiarise one another, but that we all drive inspiration from similar things and that so many concepts have been explored it is difficult to come up with something truly unique. But what makes our work special then? Well, that is the way you piece a story together to create the greater picture. The concepts can be explored in an infinite amount of ways, your life experiences and opinions will colour the way you write and create.

But to answer your question; no, I am not afraid of sounding like another creator on here or anywhere else for that matter. First of all because I do not plagiarise which is the most important thing in my opinion, second of all; the characters are quite ingrained in me at this point so I know how the overall story will unfold. We all have vastly different writing styles as well, I admire some of my mutuals who can write is such a concise manner yet portray so much emotion and information in only a couple of sentences. Meanwhile I tend to write very flowery language from time to time, and am able to write action sequences very well. Others on here write wonderfully cozy stories that are just filled with so much warmth in their writing, while on the other end we have some who are really great at portraying the darkness and horror elements that can haunt The Volturi.

At the end of they day I believe what makes every author unique in their own way is how they choose to tell the story. Whose point of view are you writing from? Do you focus on action or emotion? Is describing environments important to you? Do you enjoy the historical aspects? Do you adjust certain facts from canon? Do you embellish it? We are all people writing about similar concepts and headcanons, but it all comes across in such different ways.

For what it's worth, if someone looks at a headcanon or a take of mine and believes it only belongs to me; please do not think that way. If you think I pointed out something really cool and want to create something out of it; please do! That is how a fandom lives on, us sharing different opinions and thoughts with one another; but do tag me because I would Love to gush about it with you.

#Questions for The Author #The Volturi #Twilight #Twilight Fandom #Twilight Renaissance

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silky-stories · 3 years

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Hi!! Maybe headcanons or some kind of literature with either vampire garcello x reader or mermaid garcello x reader?? You could do both or one or the other. You're the one writing it after all. Thanks!

Oh. Ohohohohohohoho, now we’re talking >:)

Anon I am going to let you in on a little secret, so anyone who isn’t anon look away >:(

...okay now that it’s just you and me, one of your suggestions kind of predicted a oneshot I’ve been working on that I’m going to be posting soon. So because of that I’ll be going with the other option. Hope you enjoy ;3

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Parched. {Vampire Garcello/Reader}

Genre: Suggestive

Words: 2027

Related Song: Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know { slowed + reverb}

Summary: When your boyfriend gets home from a long day, it’s only polite to fix him a drink, don’t you think?

Disclaimer/s: Steamy content, swearing, blood

Notes: Garcello speaks in red this time, Reader speaks in blue ;) [Also, monster character x reader or character x monster reader is my absolute jam, feel free to send in requests like this more often-]

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Your boyfriend was, to put it lightly, a little bit on the odd side.

He work dark clothes on hot days, didn’t like the sun very much, had an uncanny sense of smell and hearing, and liked his meat pretty rare. To the outside world he was a weird shut-in that was probably goth, but you knew a hell of a lot more than that.

The two of you had met late at night in a rougher part of the city. You were on your way home from picking up a few essentials at the nearby 24-hour convenience store when you heard some rustling coming from an alleyway. Then some banging. Then some yelling. Then silence.

Well that was ominous as hell.

...

Time to investigate.

You made your way down the dreary alley, groceries in hand, preparing yourself to see a murder scene or something of the like and...

...you honestly weren’t that far off.

You found yourself watching as a man pinned a guy to a wall, his head lowered to his neck. At first you felt yourself getting embarrassed, figuring that you had walked over and unintentionally interrupted a passionate moment. You quickly realized that wasn’t the case when you watched the guy go limp in the arms of the larger man.

After a few moments of you being the quietest you’ve ever been in your life, standing and staring in shock, not knowing what would even be the right course of action for a situation like this, he pulled away. The guy that had previously gone limp slowly slid down the brick wall, deep red trickling down his neck and pooling in the crook of his shoulder. The aqua-haired man let out a sigh as he wiped his mouth with his gloved hands, still unaware of your presence.

Your mind was blank when you spoke up, it had to be for you to do something so bold yet stupid.

“Is he dead?”

The man flinched, hard, and whipped around to lock eyes with you. You were met with two bright red dots staring back at you, stunned, you began to unintentionally study his face.

The dark crimson that you had seen on the possibly-dead man’s neck was also identifiable as a smear on this guy’s face, starting at his lips and trailing off along his cheek where he had tried to wipe it off. His lips were slightly agape, revealing a set of sizeable fangs, as well as other teeth that seemed sharper than a regular human’s teeth should be. Looking down further you noticed that his gloves were fingerless, presumably to allow the sharp claws of nails that he had to stick out.

Other than all of that though he looked like a pretty normal guy. A pretty normal guy with very pale skin, but normal nonetheless.

“I... huh..?”

You were so busy taking in his clearly inhuman appearance that you actually forgot what you had initially asked for a moment, but restated your question when it came back to you.

I mean, what was there to lose at this point? It’s not like running seemed like a very smart option.

“Him. Is... is he dead?”

You pointed at the man that was currently almost falling over in his slump to emphasize your point. The man in front of you took a double take between you and what may have been a dead body before responding, clearly taking in the absurdity of the situation, similar to you.

“He’s... no he’s... passed out I...”

He paused, blinking a few times as he tried to process what was even happening. You took the moment to look at the body a little more critically and, surprise surprise, noticed that he was actually breathing.

“I didn’t... I didn’t take much so he’s just...”

Didn’t take much?

...

Oh.

Oh shit.

Suddenly the whole ordeal just clicked in your brain as you finally understood what it was that you were looking at.

“You’re a vampire!”

The words left your mouth before you could stop them, shocked and questioning, almost accusatory as your eyes went wide.

He didn’t seem to like that though. His brows pulling together tightly in sudden concern as he frantically looked around for any other possible witnessess. When he reinitiated eye contact he appeared quite a bit more panicked than before, more like someone that had been caught doing something arguably wrong. He looked threatening for the first time throughout the encounter.

“You... what do you plan on doing..?”

Plan on doing? Like what you were going to do after this? Knowing that vampires did in fact exist and at least one lived in your city?

“Do you... ever kill them?”

He shook his head warily.

“Then... I don’t... think I care?”

He was surprised to hear that, to be fair though, so were you. You figured you would care more about catching a literal vampire in the act but... he wasn’t killing anyone so was it really any of your business?

“You... you don’t care that I just drink some of his blood???”

“I guess not?”

You let out a chuckle of disbelief at your own statement, any ounce of a threatening or intimidating expression had left his face.

“He’s not gonna, like... turn into a vampire or die of disease or something later, right?”

“No that’s uh, not how it works...”

“Then just like... I don’t know, make sure he gets cleaned up and home safe and this stays between us I guess.”

He let you know that that’s what he did on a regular basis and after a few more awkward moments you were on your way.

That definitely wasn’t your last interaction though.

He didn’t trust you to keep your word, you honestly couldn’t really blame him, and you ended up catching glimpses of him watching you from alleyways or tops of buildings at night. It was kind of worrying at first but eventually it got to the point that you would just smile and wave if you saw him.

Eventually he would wave back.

Sometime down the road and you learned his name. Months later and you found an odd friendship forming, starting with you asking him to come in on a particularly rainy night.

Even later and you found yourself developing feelings, getting to know who he really was. His personality, his struggles, his fears. He really wasn’t a bad guy, he just had no other choice since regular food did nothing for him.

After half a year of your strange friendship you found yourselves together, he had happily moved into your apartment and you had started to acquire blood bags for him to use instead of people. That didn’t stop him from drinking straight from the source every now and then... although, the source he used had definitely changed.

“I’m home.”

You leaned out of the kitchen to smile at Garcello, he returned it with a warm grin, shucking off his coat and tossing it to the side to land on your shared couch.

“Welcome back! How was your day?”

You greeted him with open arms as soon as he meandered into the kitchen, he swiftly took up your non-verbal offer and swept you into his strong arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled, sighing deeply through his nose as he melted into the embrace.

“It went fine, certainly not my job of choice but I think the interview went alright.”

You hummed in acknowledgment and nuzzled your head against his, pleased to have him back in your arms after half a day without him.

“I made sure to get bread and milk like you asked.”

You chuckled as you spotted the brown paper bag he had set on the counter.

“Thank you.”

He continued to hold you like that, peppering your cheek and jawline with a few kisses as he told you more about his day. Although, there seemed to be a shift in his attitude somewhere along the way. He suddenly went from sweet and giddy to much quieter, giving shorter answers when you asked him a question as he let you lead the conversation.

You decided to bring it up, just in case there was something wrong.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Hmm?”

“You just... you went kinda quiet so I just wanted to make sure.”

He was perfectly silent as he thought over his answer.

“Yes, but... are you... working on anything right now?”

His tone was anticipatory, eagerly awaiting your response. You found yourself suspicious of his intentions.

“Well, no, I was just putting away some dishes that I was washiNG-!”

You were caught off guard by his tongue dragging across your neck in a smooth motion, tightly taking hold of the back of his t-shirt as he did so. You felt him smirk against your neck afterwards.

“That’s good... you see, I have a bit of a problem.”

“Y...y-yeah...?”

“Yeah...”

You flinched as he brushed one of his fangs against the top of your shoulder.

“The thing is, I’ve had a bit of a... craving today.”

One of his claw-like nails came up to trace along your sternum...

“It’s been just... driving me mad.”

Your collarbone...

“Itching the back of my brain...”

Your sternocleidomastoid muscle...

“Funny, right?”

Stopping and hovering just above one of your carotid arteries.

“Yeah... f... funny...”

His smirk grew in response to your reactions, nuzzling your neck affectionately with a huff.

“I guess what I’m trying to ask is...”

He tilted his head up to whisper in your ear.

“...would you mind if I had a little taste?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into him, not even having to speak for him to know what your answer was. He had waited for that cue though, just like usual he would never drink from you unless he was certain that you were fine with it. Even then, you both had a very clear safe word that you had used in the past if anything went wrong or you changed your mind.

You didn’t really have to worry about that though. You knew you were safe in his hands.

He purred in response to your willingness, slowly walking you back and gently pinning you to the wall.

“God you smell good right now...”

He lowered his head back down to your neck, finding the spot that he had traced up to and licking a small stripe along it, pinpointing the location of your pulse.

“...bet you’d... taste even better though...”

He was gentle as always when he bit down, it only felt like a pinch until the aphrodisiac kicked in, immediately erasing any sense of pain you had. Being guided by one of his hands that had tangled itself in your hair, your head lolled to the side as he drank from you. A gentle moan erupted from your lips as your grip on his shirt went slack, your arms falling limp beside you as bliss took hold of your thoughts.

“F... fuck...”

He purred louder as you gave clear indication of your enjoyment. The hand that he had propping himself up against the wall fell and came to rest on your hip, gripping tightly as the hand he had on the back of your head made soft contact with the wall instead.

He cut himself off a little bit sooner than usual, pulling away just enough for you to watch him lick his lips and fangs clean.

He chuckled as the hand that raked through your hair slid down to cup your cheek.

“...I was right, you taste amazing...”

His expression didn’t lose it’s smugness though, usually when he was done he would take a much softer turn and patch you up immediately.

“Although, I think I might have put a little too much aphrodisiac in your system sweetheart...”

He was right, you felt like a rag doll right now, nearly putty in his hands as the only thing keeping you standing at the moment was his grip on your torso. Your eyes had glazed over slightly and you were practically panting at this point.

“...let’s do something about that, hmm~?”

#garcello x reader #fnf garcello x reader #garcello #fnf garcello #x reader #self insert #suggestive #request #one shot #garcello but with a little spice #i hope i did alright with this one #i don’t write for vampires very often haha #panic anon

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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While You Sleep

Chapter 12

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: kidnapping, violence Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

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“They couldn’t take that from me. They could never take you.”

“I never want to bring you pain or worry, okay? That shouldn’t be what… we do.”

Bucky’s words rang in your head as you sat in the lonesome cell, fighting for release any way you thought to try. But naturally, these attempts of wrangling yourself out of this had fallen flat and you weren’t trying anymore, that’s for certain. It only made the restraints dig into your wrists more. Not to mention you were beyond tired hitting a point of exhaustion that you didn't know was possible. You weren’t given a chance to relax as you sat on edge, waiting. Waiting for what - or really who - you didn’t quite know.

Sure, you had an Avenger for a soulmate (at least, that was what you considered Bucky, despite his humbleness) but you weren’t exactly up to date on their enemies. From your understanding, between the looks of the facility and your soulmate’s history, this was seeming like the work of Hydra. But they had been abolished...right? Apparently, you didn’t know anymore and doubts rang in your head as you feared you weren’t some random victim.

The first signs of daylight were just beginning to peek into your cell from a very tiny, thin window located near the top of the wall beside you.

Suddenly, a grumbling voice called from outside the cell. “She’s up.” You whipped your head towards the sound, just barely able to make out a figure illuminated by the early morning glow. There was probably some comment to make to whoever this was about how you hadn’t really slept but you couldn’t find your voice at the moment.

“Excellent.” A deeper, possibly older, voice called from down the hall. The man sounded way too excited for your liking. Your stomach threatened to empty its contents as heavy footsteps began making their way towards your cell.

When the steps stopped, you tried squinting through the minimal light but still couldn’t make out much of either man. If you had to guess, they looked like some doctors of sorts in long lab coats with notebooks in hand. One thing you definitely could tell was that they didn’t hesitate to stare back. You could feel their eyes taking you in over and over again making your heart pound in a weirdly familiar way.

“Does she speak?” The first man asked with a humorless scoff. You twisted in your wrist restraints wishing for some courage to get up and maybe put space between you.

Mustering a scrap of energy, you turned away from the men, hoping maybe your matted hair falling in your face could block them out forever. Because really, couldn’t this be forever? How would anyone know what happened? Your best bet was your coworker noticing your absence but then you thought of Bucky… He was away for now and by the time he caught wind who knows what would be of you. Tears began welling in your eyes at the thought of this being it for you -- whatever this was. You still weren’t sure what about you compelled these men to kidnap you in the middle of the night.

“Hey,” the same voice called out to you this time, pulling you from your troubling thoughts. Slowly, you turned back to him, taking in more of the doctor (fake, you guessed) persona now. “I asked if you speak.”

“No,” you grumbled. You didn’t know where this smart response came from but it made you feel a bit better like you were coming back to yourself. Really, though, you were in no position to start getting smart with anyone.

He let out a joyous laugh that sent far more fear through you. “The Soldier’s soulmate has an attitude, huh?”

Soldier? Bucky. Your heart panged at another thought of him. If that’s who they were referring to, this was to be about Bucky, you realized. These men knew him and whatever connection was festered there, it hadn't fizzled and you were caught in the crossfire. This actually couldn’t be them… But it looked like it.

Suddenly, the cell door opened with a loud screech, and the two men walked into the full glory of the morning sunrise. There, on their white coats, you saw an emblem of what appeared to be some tentacle-bearing creature. Your suspicions were regrettably confirmed.

They walked towards you, their eyes looking over you as if you were an experiment and they were memorizing you. With fear racing through you, you slowly began scooting backward trying to get as far away as you could. Your back eventually hit a wall and they just kept coming.

“Quite the squeamish one for being chained to The Soldier,” the second man observed, writing something down in his notebook. You could see now that he was much older, having that wiser look in his older years. You guessed he was a leader of sorts (at least, that was how you were going to file him in your head) and the other man, the one who was so kind to comment on your attitude, was some kind of assistant. You couldn’t take your eyes off the logo on their coats as it was practically screaming in your face. It all felt impossible and yet here you were, in the belly of the beast.

“W-What am I doing here?” You asked, your voice scratchy and nervous. Honestly, you were just glad you had the guts to make any noise. The assistant looked a bit humored at your question.

“Wow, she speaks full sentences,” he commented with an unsettling smirk.

The “leader” of the pair shot him a look before turning back to speak to you. “We have some observing to do, my dear,” he briefly explained.

The vagueness of it all was certainly not helping you - like anything realistically could in this moment. Still, you pursued it. “Observing?”

He hummed in response, turning back for a moment to write a few more lines in the notebook. Truthfully, you wanted to just kick it out of his fucking hand. Your eyes flicked quickly to the assistant but he wasn’t handing out any hints, just looking at you like you were something to be conquered. Oh, how you wanted to vomit on their shiny dress shoes.

“I will explain our intentions to ease your mind,” he snapped his notebook shut, “but first, you are to be moved.”

And just like, as if his words were keys, a hoard of men entered the cell and hoisted you to your feet. You tried kicking and screaming but they were strong. Maybe too strong. A strength you possibly could only recall in two other men you knew. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as they corralled you easily and forced you down the hall.

Everything was dark again. There was no light from the windows in the hall, just some musty glows of lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. You didn’t know where to look so you just stared downward, taking in the metal flooring that made you chilled.

After turning a few corners, you were brought to a much larger cell. This one at least had a chair, but you didn’t think it was exactly a nice grand gesture as your eyes landed on the restraints attached to it. The second thing you noticed was some sort of computer-like machine and rolling tables which lined the side. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought this was just another medical office.

You yelped as one of the large men threw you on the chair, not giving you a second to even adjust before your hands were unbound only to be rebound by the chair’s restraints. You tugged a bit at them out of reflex, finding them as sturdy as expected. Your legs were free, though, maybe offering some tactic but exhaustion and fear overtook you.

Once they deemed you settled in, the army of men left, walking in line as commandingly as they had entered. The leader and his assistant stayed, waiting for you three to finally be alone once more. The door shut with a disturbing bang, really sealing your fate. The assistant stayed off to the side, leaning against a wall adjacent to the chair. The leader walked over to you, taking a seat on some rolling stool. Wow, these guys really thought they were serious professionals or something.

“I hope the trip here was okay,” the leader said with a chuckle. “Comfortable?” He motioned towards your lounging state. You blinked. “I see we are losing that attitude. What a shame, really. I’m sure your soulmate loves a firecracker.” Your body visibly tensed at the mention of Bucky. The elderly man didn’t miss it. In fact, it seemed like you unintentionally gave him the perfect segue into his whole evil spiel.

“Ah, yes, your soulmate.” The leader nodded as if he had just forgotten all about it. “Well, you see, the fact he even has one was news to us,” he shrugged and glanced at his assistant who nodded in confirmation. “We were sure when we wiped him we were wiping everything, so imagine our surprise when we find out he’s out and about dancing - with you on his arm.”

Your throat tightened as the memories of you and Bucky at the dance hall flooded your mind. It had been so busy that night you never would’ve thought you’d have to worry about someone… It sounded so ludicrous to you. You almost wish he hadn’t said it as the thoughts of that night were suddenly a bit darker. The carelessness you two had held seemed foolish now.

The leader watched you carefully. When you didn’t say anything in response, just blinked away more tears, he continued, “At first, we were quite angry we had missed something so big. We could’ve sworn we broke every attachment time after time but, as I said, you just swept The Soldier right off his feet. So, naturally, our sights were set on eliminating you.” He let out a ridiculous hearty laugh. “But then my assistant here,” the man in the corner waved in response, “realized that that would be a waste. There could be potential here for you. For you and your soulmate. Potential rooted in a team. Two unbreakable soldiers, both in bond and skills. What more could Hydra want?”

You gasped, your eyes growing wide, at the explanation. You didn’t know what to do now, your body had a mind of its own as it began shaking your head furiously as your wrists tugged and tugged at the restraints. This wasn’t realistic. They were absolutely mad. What kind of foolishness was this? They couldn’t possibly -

“Now, now,” the leader chuckled and turned to his notebook. He began checking referencing stuff from the monitor to the paper. “Don’t get too excited. We’re still brainstorming the whole concept and while it’s not near execution, it is on the promising side. There is, though, a vital component we seem to be lacking: your soulmate.”

Bucky… Your heart felt like it was going to rip itself out of your chest. Was he walking into a trap? Assuming he was walking in at all? Who was to say he had any idea of what was going on with you? How long could this all be for… You let out a surprising sob.

The leader responded to your outburst with an annoyed scoff. “There’s no reason to cry, dear. He’s sure to be here soon thanks to that little bond you have. If he hasn’t already recognized your distress by now, well, he’s not as smart as we thought.” He shrugged and began typing away on the monitor’s keyboard. “The whole attachment may all work out in our favor after all. Eventually, you two will be reunited, and won’t that be just lovely?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know anymore. You had no doubt in Bucky’s fighting abilities but these guys were… Well, they were pretty much responsible for him and everything you had seen him be put through. Who knows what they could do if (and when) he walked through those doors. You were lucky you hadn’t passed out yet from this anxiety alone.

“Besides, as I said, it’s all later down the line anyway,” the leader said. It had suddenly occurred to you at that moment that you were very glad he hadn’t given out his name. You couldn’t imagine humanizing these monsters. “For now, though, we are interested in learning more about you. I’ll be honest, on paper you are quite boring. Barely finished high school, left college for a coffee shop job… The pairing is almost comical. We just can’t figure out what you offer him and while, really, who are we to question Fate? But I still think in time we can figure out...well, whatever it is about you.”

You shook your head slowly, your eyes barely even able to focus on him anymore. Everything in you felt so heavy. “I’m not special.”

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong,” the leader chuckled. “He makes you special.”

As if on cue, a chorus of screams erupted from the hallway. You all jumped and turned towards the door. There was a little window on it but all you three could see were the bodies of the army of men from earlier flying about.

“Sooner than we expected,” the leader mumbled and began furiously typing something into the computer.

You didn’t know what to do besides sit there and wait for whatever was coming. Deep in you, you knew it was Bucky, you could feel it. You could feel him. But there was also a part of you that could also sense… rage. A very familiar, unsettling rage burned within him. It made you wonder if you actually wanted to see him in such a state. Some sick piece of you wished they had just knocked you out.

There wasn’t much more time to consider what you were going to do as the door to the cell was ripped off. Literally, fully, ripped away at the hinges to reveal a very determined, very angry, Bucky. He had an expression you didn’t recall seeing before, even in the nightmares. He looked ready to murder everything in its path but there was no calculated strategy to the madness. It seemed to be just him and his pure desire to eliminate anything and everything. His eyes were locked deadly on the older man, seemingly opting to ignore you. The assistant had begun shifting further away into the corner of the space.

“So nice of you to join us,” the leader said with an unsettling laugh. “I’ll admit, we weren’t expecting you so soon. I barely got a chance to get to know your little darling here.” He motioned towards you.

“I’m only going to ask this once,” Bucky finally spoke, his voice strained, “let her go.”

The leader smiled, “I’m not sure you’ll be asking for anything in a moment, anyways.” He motioned towards the computer. You and Bucky followed his motion with matching bewildered expressions. “In fact, I think you’ll be the one doing what I ask.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “No-,”

But it was already set in motion. With a simple press of a button, the room filled with an electronic voice repeating a series of words in a foreign language. You looked around, unsure of where this could even be coming from and what the hell was being said, Your eyes eventually settled on Bucky who looked completely… lost. You gripped the sides of the chair, begging for this to just be over, as you watched that was so familiar. You could feel the memories rising from the depths of your brain. Hidden away, nearly suppressed... You gasped. The nightmares. That’s what all this was. They had pulled the trigger.

As much as you loved and trusted Bucky, you couldn’t say the same for the other guy. If in that state, could he even recognize you? Like, fully understand your role? You didn’t want to find out, truly. The panic that was settling in now was unlike anything you had experienced that day. Not even the idea of Hydra goons kidnapping you had sparked this much within.

You were preparing yourself for the worst as you watched Bucky try to shake it off. The leader wore a proud expression while the assistant kept his lonely distance, watching everything unfold. Suddenly, Bucky began mumbling to himself as his hands made hard fists. You thought the blow was finally coming and he was going to be gone. Just like that.

But then Bucky lunged. In one swift move, he pounced on the leader, taking everyone in the room off-guard, especially the target of the aggression. The older man hadn’t even had a chance to put his arms up before your soulmate was punching him relentlessly. Bucky’s yelling in the process was of pure, expressive anger, completely drowning out the screams of pain from the leader. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to look away so badly but you were also hypnotized. Bucky was so determined and unwavering in whatever goal was planted in his head. A bit thankful someone would go to such lengths for you, you had had enough of such danger in your sleep - you didn’t want it in your reality.

Bucky switched suddenly to strangling the man and that seemed to be the final straw for the leader’s life. The older man was soon just a lifeless, limp body on the floor. Bucky was still knelt above him, watching the soul drain from his victim. Your jaw went slack. You couldn’t turn this off.

The assistant didn’t help it as he made some foolish break for the exit but Bucky was just as fast. In a couple of determined strides, Bucky yanked the younger man back by the neck and threw him into the wall creating an artistic indentation. The assistant fell to the floor with a chilling thud.

There was no one left for his sights to land on except for you. Slowly, Bucky turned around. A shiver ran up your spine when your eyes finally met. You didn’t know who was standing before you. Whatever or whoever this was quickly began stomping their way towards you. You shut your eyes and flinched away, waiting for a painful, finishing blow from the Soldier.

But it never came.

Instead, all Bucky did was lean over to turn off the speakers and then began untying your wrists. Hesitantly, you turned to look at him but found he wouldn’t look at you, just was intensely concentrated on the restraints.

“B-Bucky?” Your voice was scratchy as you fumbled over his name.

“It’s me, doll,” Bucky responded with an exhausted sigh. He sounded normal to you, his demeanor not even looking close to what you remembered from the nightmares. He… He was okay. Bucky still wasn’t looking at you as he finished one restraint then went on the next.

“You’re not…”

Bucky shook his head. “Everything’s okay,” he mumbled. “We’re getting you out of here.”

“We?”

“The team is outside handling the other men.”

“You all came for me?”

Bucky finally looked up at you. For the first time, you could see just how tired he looked. A man nearly on the brink of defeat and enduring the fight. Your heart ached as all you wanted to do was crawl into his arms and take the longest naps of your lives.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Bucky nodded. Gently, after the last restraint was undone, he picked you up bridal style. You threw your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder, letting yourself relax and the tears flow.

“Thank you,” you mumbled but Bucky didn’t respond as he carried you out of the facility

***

You must’ve fallen asleep because a few hours later you awoke at some sort of compound. You were lying in what appeared to be a hospital bed but nothing about this place looked like a typical hospital. The technology was too advanced and everything just seemed too quiet. You looked around, letting your eyes adjust to the bright light of the sun shining in from the large room windows. In the corner, you were greeted by the sight of Bucky sleeping awkwardly in a chair.

You twisted in the bed, trying to get more comfortable under the blanket. The super-soldier hearing must’ve kicked in because one ruffle of the blanket made Bucky’s eyes shoot open. He looked at you, panic shifting to relief when he saw you were awake. Quickly, in a few steps, he was out of the chair and at your bedside.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly. His hand went to touch your cheek but he must've thought better of it and instead lowered it. Your heart broke a bit wondering what self-deprecating thoughts were running through his brain after everything he had to do.

“I’m okay. Just a bit sore,” you shrugged but boy was it the hard truth. You hadn't been in a comfortable position in hours and endured being thrown around like some rag doll.

“Do you need any medicine?” Bucky asked, his voice suddenly having an air of panic to it. “I can call for help if you need it. Are you hungry? Do you need water? Or - Or just anything to drink? I can get you-,”

“Bucky…” You placed your hand on his to calm down. He flinched at your touch. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

He shook his head. “Nothing is fine, sweetheart. You were taken from me-,” Bucky cut himself off as his eyes began welling with tears. He looked wrecked as he stared down at you, taking in your current state. You felt the pain, wanting nothing more than to make all these torturing thoughts vanish. “You… You saw things that I just… I never wanted you to deal with-,”

“It’s over.” You took a deep breath. “I’m here, I’m safe, and you’re with me.”

Bucky closed his eyes as if preparing for something. “After what happened back there, do you even want me around anymore?”

Your jaw went slack at his question. Sure, there was absolutely no denying that the events of today scared you, most likely more than you realized. You had only seen Bucky that determined and violent in your nightmares so to see it just steps away was jarring. But you also knew nothing changed within him. He wasn’t a robot or anything. He wasn’t someone just taking commands. He had remorse. You certainly couldn’t say the same for who greeted you in your sleep. It may take you some time to adjust, sure, but you weren’t turning away. At least, you were going to try not to. Healing was just beginning.

“Of course, I do,” you said, raising your other hand to Bucky’s cheek. At first, he flinched but slowly he leaned into the touch, sighing like he was letting go of something. “Bucky, what happened back there… You had no choice. I don’t have to tell you that those were some very, very bad people. They had it coming and the fact you went to those lengths to save me is unbelievable.”

“I’d go to the ends of the Earth for my girl,” Bucky admitted.

You let out a weak giggle. “Thank you.” A pause. “May I ask how you figured out I was in trouble?”

Bucky smirked. “I had a nightmare.”

You raised your brows in surprise. “A nightmare?”

He nodded, “I started to feel weird after leaving for the mission like there was something I was missing. A little later on, I was taking a nap and you of course appeared but it was unlike any other dream I had ever had about you. It was… You were scared, deathly afraid of something, and then I saw what was going on. I practically watched it all play out from your apartment and on. It didn’t take too long to put everything together.”

You hmm’d. “Thank God for nightmares.”

Bucky chuckled and placed a light kiss on your forehead. “Thank God for nightmares,” he repeated in agreement.

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