#once again not proof-read

[ioniansunsets]

Alright but hear me out (hello btw how are you ?) kayn heartsteel have canonically been kicked out of his previous band ; imagine fem!reader (successful idol herself or civilian) comforting him and trying to help him push through it and get back on his feet to continue his music !

✖ Pre Heartsteel!Kayn Being Kicked Out ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.3k

✖ Tags: Established R/S, Idol!Reader

✖ A/N: You were a performer too and met him at a gig before either of you got famous! You two live together in this one, you’re a solo idol that practices at home so you can spend your days with him. These are headcanons! Whee!

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-  It wrecked him. You two got together while he was in his old band, so it was an important memory to you both. As a solo artist, you understood the intricacies of being in the public eye but still, being kicked out? That was rough…something you personally could never experience. You did your best to comfort him.

- The first few days was the worst. Kayn was the perfect definition of bi-polar. Either his Rhaast ego was full blown, wild, and uninhibited. Man straight up was about to do crimes and was only stopped by you begging him not to make things worse for himself. (You caught him with a bag full of spray paint about to go wreck his old studio.) Or he was the trained Idol, Kayn. Rhaast entirely held back, the perfect definition of an average idol, obedient and reserved. Joining you in your dance and vocal practices in your home studio.

- Don’t even talk about the things he tweeted during that era, you had to run into his room and tell him to delete them minutes after posting. It was a bad time. If you were to ask Kayn now about those old tweets? He was on the very fence of, cocky pride on how he was a “badass” that “didn’t follow rules back then” or just overwhelming embarrassment for being young and dumb.

- There was a lot of work to be done over those first few days, you got the help of your own PR guys to try and get Kayn’s media presence looking better. You yourself doing your best to give him advice on performing, it wasn’t even that he was a bad artist, it was just…he had some strong ideals and just didn’t work well with his old band. It took months honestly but as always, drama died down and Kayn slowly got to live his life again.

- The saddest part of all this drama was that because you were an idol too it was hard to bring him out to comfort him. Paparazzi were hounding you both, media wanting to know what went down with Kayn and if you were seen beside him…gods who knew what the media would say about your career. You two barely left your house because you just couldn’t.

- So, all you could do was your best. Dragging him to game with you on the PC, buying new consoles to try new games with him (murdering things in game really helped him unsurprisingly), watching movies together at home (feel good films that actually make him cry), getting him to do weird shit like painting your shared room (you have a messy signature of his by the door), crocheting weird little animals (he made Rhaast!), hells you managed to get him to read a book (banned in various nations). It was…different. But it helped keep his mind off doing anything that would ruin his career more while satisfying his need to just be a creative.

- On one of those uneventful days, Kayn ordered a nice little delivery package and excitedly ran into your room. Holding the plastic bag up proud. “ Y/N. I’m going to change my image. Entirely. Can you help me. Like…Right. Fucking. Now.” You stare at him in confusion until he walked up to your table, and pulled 7 boxes of bleach and dye, dumping them on your table. “ I’m going to go hot pink.” You laugh, but oblige anyway. If it would cheer him up then you would spend the day helping him out.

- There was a lot of angry snuggling on boring evenings. Kayn would lie in bed in your arms ranting about his ideals, how he was meant for bigger, greater things, things no one else in the industry or his old band could comprehend. And you would hug him tight, supporting him as he complained, listening, agreeing where you can, giving him bigger and better ideals of grandeur. The both of you knew it wasn’t anything serious, but it really did help lighten his mood. “ I’ll really set the stage on fire next time just watch me.” “ I’ll bring the gasoline then.” “ For real! I will fucking bring fireworks and shit too. It’ll be sick as hell! Never seen before! I’ll wreck the stage!!!! Livestream that shit!!!” Such evenings would end with the both of you laughing. It was nice to see him happier again in those small moments. Sometimes you could even see a sneak of a soft smile creeping onto his face, his appreciation for you playing along and not stopping him.

- It took about a week before you felt it was right to get him to pick his guitar back up. Convincing him that the best way to get over the bad memories was to form new ones, the two of you sitting down to write a song. He really went HARD with the lyrics, it was a damn god rap at that but it was honestly a diss track at his old band and shall stay hidden in the files of your computer forever. You do secretly listen to it sometimes, it was raw as fuck, personally it helped YOU when you were angry and frustrated. Not that you would admit to him. It would only stroke his ego more.

- He only admitted it once. Once when you two were soaking in a hot bath together. Only Once did he tell you how much your support meant to him. Nice smells and colors from a bath bomb floating around you two. It was a slow morning, a few weeks after getting kicked out, right before he joined Heartsteel. You sat there, back against his chest as he rests his head on your shoulder. Relaxing in the tub. It was peaceful silence before he spoke up. “ Y/N…I’m going to join a new band.” You actually had to pause and turn to stare at him. Shocked. Asking him if he was sure, if he was ready, if he was comfortable to be performing with people again. You held his face, asking once more if this is what he wanted to do in his career, if he was going to give up on going solo like you. His hand rose to hold yours against his face as he spoke. “ Yeah, I talked to them a lot the past week and…they genuinely accept me and all my crazy ideas. They love Rhaast for who he is and I think I can work with this. I’m sure about this.” He laughs, putting your arm down as his hands wrap around you in a tight hug. Kayn moving his face down to your neck as he gives you a soft kiss, gentle, barely there as he whispers, not looking at you. “ I have to thank you for this by the way. For letting me Be Rhaast. For telling me time and time again to just be the Rockstar that I was meant to be. That my unique brand of rock was fine. I’ll remember this forever. Every time you see Rhaast on stage it’ll be thanks to you. Remember that.” And that was it. He never really showed his vulnerability about his old band ever again. The next day he joined Heartsteel, and it was great for him. Your own heart feeling warm and fuzzy seeing him laugh and have fun with new bandmates. And when you stand in the audience, seeing Rhaast rap some sick bars, you can’t help but smile. He was Your Rockstar.

#I was like damn i have writers block #then i wrote and wrote and wrote #and dropped the last headcanon and made myself emotional......... #they are good for him. they help him BE him #Anon Answer #HEADCANONS #League of Legends Headcanons #Shieda Kayn #Heartsteel!Kayn #Kayn x Reader #Kayn League #Kayn LoL #Kayn League of Legends #KaynLeague #thank you for letting me write this. #ONLY PROOF READ ONCE i will read it again later it was LONG

[devildomditzy]

"Are we going to talk about this?"

You watch as 'your demon' strides across his room, sitting down roughly on his couch and staring straight ahead, unable to look in your direction.

'Your demon". Did you even have the right to call him that? After you've been away for so long?

It's been a week since you and Solomon returned unannounced from your journey to the past, much to the shock and surprise of everyone. That night was filled with joy and tears and laughter from everyone. Everyone, except the second born. The person you absolutely missed the most for months and months, the person you thought of during sleepless nights and difficult times. The person you cried over more than anyone else was standing right there, just a few feet away -

And absolutely giving you the cold shoulder.

He's silent for a moment, before his voice comes out like vitriol, scalding and snide, yet somehow so hollow, like his words had no real emphasis behind them. Like he felt almost nothing.

"What's there left to talk about?"

"Mammon-", you try to get a word in before he cuts you off with the same version of the monologue you've heard from him even since you made your way back to this timeline.

Your timeline.

"Ya left me here. Ya left us here. You didn't leave a note or a sign or even shoot me a text that you were goin'. Nothin'. Nada."

"You know I didn't exactly choose to get taken to the past against my will, Mammon."

He stands to face you now, tone filled with pain but his face looking so, so emotionless.

It could scare you, when he gets like this. The second born should never look that serious.

"And how would I know that? Huh? How would I know where you went? How the hell would I know what ya'd gotten up to, huh? How would I know if you were runnin' off with Solomon? How would I know that ya didn't just get sick of us?"

His voice raises his voice as he walks towards you.

"How would I know if ya were alive, or dead, or somewhere in between, huh!?"

You're jostled as the second born grabs your shoulders and shoves you, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to have you cornered between the surface and himself.

"I never stopped trying, okay? Not a day went by that Solomon and I didn't look for a way home, a way out, a way to you, anything!" you exclaim, defending yourself from his tirade.

"How would I know that you were gonna come back!? How would- H-how could ya, I couldn't...I-I-I- can't...."

His voice shakes as he balls up his fists into the fabric of your shirt, his true emotions finally shining through after a week of trying to get through to him.

How quickly his indifference turns to fear.

Tears begin silently falling from his lash line, streaking his cheeks.

"Oh, Mammon...", you wrap your arms around him, following his lead as his body begins to crumple, both of you sitting on the floor.

"I thought you were gone. I-I didn't know if ya were still breathin', or just vanished, but I thought-"

He gulps down a few tears and lets out a shaky breath before finishing.

"I thought you were never coming back."

You respond to him in kind, holding him tighter as he increases his grasp on you.

You can't help but let out a small giggle as you wipe away his tears (and a few of your own).

"Babe, it's me we're talking about. I came back to the Devildom how many times now?"

"Yeah," he sighs, looking off to the side, remembering all the times you somehow managed to extend your stays within the exchange program with Diavolo's blessing.

"I can't believe you gave up on me that fast", you tease, poking his cheek.

"Never did", he mumbles. "Looked for ya every day until I realized.. ya just weren't here. And not like here like in the Devildom, okay? I mean like here here."

He's quiet for a moment before he grumbles again, "Didn't stop lookin' until Lucifer made me, that bastard."

You bust out laughing, "I missed you, and your cute little complaints"

"Hey! My complaints ain't little! I'd burn down all three realms if it meant I coulda found you again!"

You place a quick kiss to his cheek, giggling at the way he goes rigid.

"Well, you don't have to worry. I'll always find my way back to you."

#idk this isn't good honestly but i have feelings about mammon and mc's reunion and I just don't think the boy would be outright happy #I think he'd feel betrayed and alone and it's something they'd have to work though #but once they start to he is elated and literally will never ever ever ever leave your side again congratulations #mammon #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #om #omnb #omswd #mammon angst #obey me mc #obey me drabble #obey me nightbringer drabble #omnb mammon x mc #omnb mammon #also this wasn't really proof read don't shoot me #trying to get back into the swing of things m'loves #I promise i'll get better at it again lmao

[nav-i-nav]

“We found Basil tending to his garden, as usual! He was so confused when we whisked him away towards the forest! Just wait until he sees what we prepared for him! I bet he’s going to love it!”

📷🌻 Happy birthday, Basil! 🌻📷

Small one-shot for my AU below… thank you if you read it….!

"Hurry up, Basil!" Aubrey urged, pushing the mint-haired boy with all of her strength, her large ribbon bouncing on top of her head with each step she took. The girl huffed and puffed, almost tripping and knocking the gardener over in the process. Nevertheless, she continued, her cheerful but bossy tone echoing throughout the flower field the four friends were passing through."Or else we're not going to make it on time for your surprise birthday party! Mari would be really mad if we–”

As soon as those words left her lips, she stopped dead in her tracks, her smile turning sheepish as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Oops.…"

Next to her, a short boy with messy hair let out a loud groan, puffing his cheeks in annoyance.

"Great job, Aubrey!" He exclaimed with disdain. Next to him, Sunny narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in disproval. "You ruined it!"

"It was an honest accident, okay?! No need to be such a jerk over it…" The girl snapped back at him, turning around to face him and crossing her arms. "Besides, you almost spilled the beans when you dragged Basil away from his garden anyway, so don't try to act like you know how to keep a secret either, Chico!"

Aubrey then returned her attention to Basil with the same shy expression, ignoring Chico's protests as she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. “Can you please act surprised once we get to the treehouse? Mari and Hero worked really hard to get everything ready for the party and I’d be really sad if all their hard work went to waste because of me.”

Basil simply shrugged, a small teasing smile forming on his lips as he giggled. “What party?”

The girl let out a big sigh of relief, giving him a thankful nod before she nudged him forward. “Well, let’s keep moving then! We can’t waste any more time standing around here like a couple of lost sprout moles!” As she said that, she shot Chico an accusatory glare, to which the boy  replied with an offended “What?!”

“Oh, quit playing dumb!” Aubrey tapped her foot against the ground, her brows furrowing as she pressed her lips together. “You know as well as I do that if it weren’t for you and your stupid obsession to prove you’re strong, we wouldn’t be running late!”

“It’s not stupid!” Chico argued back, placing his hands on his hips and rolling his eyes. “If we hadn’t dealt with those sprout moles who knows what might’ve happened. What if someone got hurt?”

“Since when do you care if someone gets hurt or not? All you wanted was to show off!”

“Did not!”

“You so did!”

“You’re such a liar!”

“Guys…” Basil let out an awkward laugh, stepping in between the two of them. “If you keep arguing like this, we definitely won’t make it to the treehouse in time.”

Aubrey opened her mouth, ready to protest, but she simply huffed and nodded, crossing her arms and looking away from Chico. “Fine.”

Basil waited.

Three.

Two.

On–

"But we definitely wouldn't have had to take so many twists and turns if it weren’t for Chico always fooling around. Hmph!”

There it is.

“That’s not true!”

“Yes it is!”

“Nuh-uh! Both you and Sunny kept getting distracted as well! Stop acting as if it’s all my fault!”

Basil sighed, giving up trying to get his friends to listen to him. Why did all their conversations have to end with the two of them fighting? He knew neither of them was actually upset, but still… Couldn’t they at least try to get along just once?

At least they managed to find this field of flowers after having to take so many shortcuts. All the flowers were different shades of blue and purple, their petals gently swaying in the summer breeze. Basil had made sure to take note of all the different kinds of plants he found as they made their way amongst the grass. Ah, if only they could stop for a little while so he could take in the scenery better…

Well, there was no benefit in dwelling over it. And he could always come back here another day. But the sky was so pretty… 

Slowly, Basil pulled out his camera, focusing the lens on the flowers. He held his breath, and…

Click!

The photo slowly slid down into his hand, the gardener grasping the Polaroid with care as he waited for the image to fully develop. Slowly, the colors began burning into the paper, all the hues mixing together to reveal a beautiful scenery.

The mint-haired boy smiled, satisfied, and put the photo in his pocket, he didn’t want it to be damaged until he could place it in the photo album, after all. He couldn’t wait to show everyone. Sunny would probably want to draw–

He snapped back from his thoughts, looking back at his friends. 

“Where’s Sunny?”

Aubrey and Chico stopped their bickering, the two of them turning back to Basil with confused expressions, confusion that quickly turned to shame. Basil’s smile soon vanished as he let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. That was all he needed to know. 

“He wandered off on his own, didn’t he?”

No response.

That was all he needed to know. Basil shook his head, looking around the flower field to see if he could find any trace of his best friend. Unfortunately for him, Sunny proved to be quite the sneaky one, as there were no footprints to follow. He pressed his lips together, before taking another deep breath and putting on a bright smile, his tone cheerful and calm. “Th-that’s okay! We’ll just have to look for him. I doubt he got too far away, so why don’t we split up? The field isn’t that big, anyway.”

“Good idea, Basil!” Right away, Aubrey nodded, already bouncing on her feet as she looked around. “I’ll take the left and Chico can take the right!”

“Why do I–”

“And Basil,” Aubrey continued through gritted teeth, shooting Chico another warning stare. “can go back to where we came from to see if Sunny went back.”

Before Chico could try to argue again, the gardener hummed in agreement, pressing his hands together. “Sounds like a plan! Let’s meet up here in five minutes, okay?”

His friends answered with an “Okay.” at the same time, though Chico was clearly still upset about having to follow Aubrey’s lead, grumbling under his breath as he walked away. Likewise, Aubrey’s bow kept bouncing up and down as the girl cheerfully hopped away. She reminded him of a bunny.

Once he was alone, Basil began walking back the way they came, scanning his surroundings as he tried to find any sign of his best friend. As he walked, he couldn’t help but hum a little tune to himself, his hands brushing against the forget-me-nots and lavenders’ soft petals. The flowers’ fragrance filled his nostrils, making him calm down. Despite how he tried to keep his composure, in truth, he was a little afraid. By all means, he didn’t doubt Sunny was strong enough to take care of himself, and he wasn’t one to rush into battle, but this was still an unknown place, as pretty as it was. 

Aubrey always told him he worried too much about them, but he couldn’t help it. He loved his friends more than anything, so if anything were to happen to them….

Basil always made sure his friends stayed safe. It was a bit tiring, sure, but caring for those he was closest to always filled him with a warm sense of fulfillment and peace. He did feel a little bad from time to time, constantly chasing after them and nagging them to be careful, feeling like he was being too pushy or too nosy, but they never seemed to mind. Well, except for Chico… hehe…

He kept walking until he caught a glimpse of a blue rose out of the corner of his eye. Curious, Basil crouched down, reaching his hand out towards the flower. As his fingertips traced the edges of the flower’s petals, he couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by it. He had never seen a rose such as this. What was such a rare flower doing all alone, surrounded by so many different flowers?

He had the urge to take it back with him and care for it so he could show it to his friends. Something about it was so unique and appealing that he just couldn’t leave it here and–

“Ouch!” Basil winced, taking away his hand as one of its thorns managed to pierce through his gloves and prick his finger. He could feel his eyes tearing up a little due to the pain. As he took off his glove and examined his hand, he could see a thin trail of blood slowly dripping from the tip of his ring finger. Despite the thorn’s small size, the cut stung quite a bit. 

“I guess I deserve that.” Basil chuckled, shaking his hand to get rid of the blood. Indeed, he had been selfish and didn’t consider what would happen to the rose had he tried to pluck it. Maybe there was a reason it chose to bloom surrounded by so many different flowers. He hummed, rummaging through his pockets as he looked for a bandaid for his injury. 

As he did, he couldn’t help but muse. He hadn’t changed, had he? He cared for his friends, yes, but he did so because he was afraid they would leave him if he did something wrong. He did his best to smile and be kind, but sometimes it was quite tiring to chase after Chico or to remind Sunny to take a break from drawing. Sometimes he’d even have to stop Hero from taking on another chore even if he was already very busy. 

Just now he had thought about how exhausting it was to constantly have to play peacemaker whenever Aubrey and Chico argued. But, was it so wrong to feel that way? 

Basil ran his hand through his hair as he stood up, a small, resigned sigh leaving his lips. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. He should be grateful he had such good friends! Sure, they could be a little rowdy and careless from time to time, but at the end of the day, they were still kids. And he was one too. He couldn’t act like he was more mature than them just because he wasn’t as impulsive as them, now could he?

To be honest, the gardener wished he could have some of the bravery and enthusiasm they had. Although he didn’t like exploring as much as his friends, he was always coaxed into accompanying them. It was fun, but also a bit too extreme for his taste…

Oh well…

As he heard his friends’ quick footsteps and cheerful voices growing closer, Basil took one last look at the lonely blue rose hidden in the grass. 

Maybe one day he’ll be able to do as he pleases. 

But for now, he’s more than happy simply tagging along in his friend’s adventures. 

#omori #omori game #omori fandom #omori au #chico au #omori art #omori fanart #omori fic #omori fanfic #omori basil #basil omori #Navi’s art #my art #Navi’s writing #this is what I meant when I said I was cooking #can’t believe I managed to do it all today omg….. #apologies if there’s any mistakes in the writing btw ;;;;; #I’ll upload it tomorrow on AO3 once I proof read again…. #anyway I know a lot of people aren’t familiar with my au because I barely post content about it #but I’ll do my best to upload stuff and maybe even make a blog for it ^^! yay!

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

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#I need to proof read my next Fighter chapter (wrote both chapters in one go) but I don't think I'm getting to it today so once again #have a Sihtric as an apology 🥰🫣 #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk #skmd #seven kings must die #my edit #arnas fedaravičius #arnas fedaravicius #he could keep me at knifepoint like that 😮‍💨

[triple-starsss]

I think i might've offhandedly mentioned Eggman's company before in one of my earlier posts but figured i'd go a little more into it.

Gonna be completely honest i still don't have a concrete name for his business yet ABSJDFH. I mean Eggman as a name is catchy enough to be used as a company name - it's like Mr Clean to me. for now i'll just refer to it as Eggman industries for simplicity's sake.

OKAY SO. Eggman's company to the public eye is nothing more than a simple multi million dollar cleaning and home appliance manufacturer. His machines are well crafted and like ridiculously sturdy, these fuckers do NOT break (FOR REASONS I WILL EXPLAIN LATER ABSJDF) and also don't rely on electricity or normal ass batteries to run, making them really popular due to how much money people are saving by using em (of course it does mean that they're like stupidly expensive too)

HOWEVER. that is not where Eggman specializes! he designs and builds artillery bots that only a select few organisations or people know of can buy (for their own nefarious reasons;;). Omega is one of these bots however he had a couple problems so he was kept as a cleaning robot (tragic, AND YES I AM 100% REUSING MY BOOM!OMEGA CONCEPT).

Eggman's main thing is that his appliances don't require electricity due to their built in batteries!!!...... the batteries are animals (who doesn't love a flicky in their washing machine <3). Obviously Eggman does not want people finding out about this so he makes his appliances virtually indestructible - you could throw that dish washer off a 20 story building and trust it will still work.

AS YOU CAN SEE HIS BUSINESS IS INCREDIBLY UNETHICAL. and also expensive as hell, he wants to find a different energy source (wink wonk chaos drives) since animals can only grant so much however that research requires funding, and a whole lot of it - and that's where Triple S come in. Eggman knows that boy bands make a shit load of money if they're successful and marketing is no issue for him so he went ahead and scouted for 3 normal ass guys he could bring in to form a band. Oh and he mainly wants a different source for the artillery bots!!

Again to like, every person ever, it's incredibly weird for Eggman to suddenly manage a boy band of all things when his whole company is around home appliances but ehhhh who cares the music bangs.

#triple☆s #t☆s txt #ough this is a long one #also posts may slow down a bit. URGRHRGRH STRUGGLING WITH PERSONAL STUFF BUT I WILL POWER THROUGH. #once again i posted something when i meant to save it drafts so i could proof read 🤬🤬 #OH WELL

[archerofunspeakablelove]

Finished Russian Roulette. Feeling sick again

#god the way that White Carnation was almost certainly meant to invoke the scene where he tried to kill himself #especially since it's placed right after it #so it's like. it's like the lesson he's learnt from that pretty much #and if he couldn't save himself #(because really the chances of him dying in that scene was 100% there was just a 1/6 chance he would physically survive) #if he couldn't save himself maybe he can save this woman. #im going to throw up #and the fact that he just. never sees Hunter ever again? kills me #he trusted once and never again. it was better to forget Hunter meant anything to him at all #the fact that he just “Hunter died a long time ago” and that's that?? I'm screaming #he doesn't even care anymore. or maybe he does but he can't afford to #and the fact that White Carnation gets deleted after you read it. what's up with that? maybe he reads it and decides it's not wise to #have proof that his humanity is still there if not intact #I've just been liveblogging myself reading this book tbh #wild ride. 10/10 would not recommend on the basis of the psychological damage it dealt me #russian roulette #alex rider #yassen gregorovich

[murdrdocs]

this is so intimate but hair removal with robin ,,,

she’s the one who offers to help you out. you’d been talking about switching to self waxing for a while. shaving caused too many problems, and paying to get waxed was out of your budget.

so, she casually, with just a bit of a quiver in her voice, suggests to help you wax.

of course, you take her offer.

your legs you can do yourself, and your armpits was a 50-50 shot. but your bikini? that’s where you really needed helped.

robin’s there, standing between your open legs with a cold hand resting on your lower belly. she’s watching you, counting your breaths, taking note of your breathing and trying to make sure you weren’t gonna freak out.

“ready?” she asks. you nod through an exhale. “one, two …” three never comes because robin’s ripping the strip off, pulling your hair and a small squeal out of you.

she instantly presses her hand into the area, trying to soothe the skin and stop the minute bleeding.

you’re breathing deeply, holding back tears that came automatically, all while robin is saying little praises.

“there you go. ‘atta girl. just a few more and we’ll be done. you can handle it.”

with the next few strips, she’s kissing you. little pecks on your thighs, right below your naval, on your forehead. all until you’re done and she’s cradling your face between her hands and pressing her lips to yours, little smiles between each kiss.

“you’re tougher than me,” she tells you.

(and a few days later, when the stinging has gone down and you’re left with neatly tamed pubic hair that’s waxed in a landing strip per robins expertise—she’s between your thighs, face leveled with her handy work, admiring it through kitten licks and harsh sucks)

#abt to go to sleep once again #not proof read #robinsworld! #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley smut #celeste writes st #kinktober #? #maybe idk

[celestialtrolls]

A single crystal with deep shade of purple juts out of the palm of your hand. It's beautiful. Symmetrical, without a single flaw, polished and clear.

With your other hand, you try and pick it up, but it clings onto your palm. You adjust your position as familiar frustration gnaws at your insides, gripping it firmly and yanking it off - but not without taking off the top layer of skin as you finally rip it away, the yelp in your throat strangled as you try to suppress it.

Well, flawless besides that.

Another failure. You toss this one off the side of the boat as well, joining the rest of the disappointments that you've created today at the bottom of the lake. Both palms now raw and on the verge of bleeding, the pain is too much for you to continue, and you finally collapse on the deck and stare up at the clear sky.

'You have the same sort of powers as our ancestor! She can make all kinds of things with these.' Aelynn had explained when you first started finding crystal formations growing out of your hands, back when the world was truly ending, although she was able to simply brush them away into dust without painfully ripping them off.

She had tried to hide it behind excitement on your behalf, but you heard the jealousy in her voice anyway, the undeniable proof that she didn't have the same abilities. She had continued, explaining all of the wonderful things that this 'Creator Ceremiré' was able to make, things that weren't even crystal anymore, 'that was just the base of it all'... But she hadn't understood the explanation at all, and so she wasn't able to pass that information on.

You did get some half-baked explanation about needing a deep understanding of molecular structure, but nothing more than that. And that's helped you make these perfect crystals, but it's useless without more to go off.

It wasn't intentional on her part, you know she would have shared if she could, even if she did carry any latent anger towards you, frustrated that she had only gotten half of the powers, the half that caused the fissures in her skin trailing up her arms, the shattering of her surroundings...

But it still makes your guts twist, knowing that you could be so close to finally being able to do something useful, having great untapped potential, but it was just out of reach.

Suits Carnival. The same one that had stolen your sister all those sweeps ago, but it wasn't the same either, now led by a Nostam, like yourself... But she didn't even know you existed.

'I don't know if it's a good idea for you to meet her. She doesn't like the fleet, and she's got an interesting temper - she's still a clown, she's unpredictable.' Aelynn's caution echoes in your memory. You knew there was more to this story that she wasn't telling you, but you knew from experience that your twin was not keen on talking about the things that had hurt her.

At the very least, you didn't think that she was trying to keep some sort of 'great destiny' away from you, she seemed to loathe the idea of going to see her herself; as you knew from her increasing anxiety about the constant invitations she was receiving.

Even so... you sigh deeply, your breath forming a dense cloud in the air. So what, should you simply give up on the one thing you could call your own power? It doesn't sit right.

You won't wonder what the worst that could happen would be, visiting that place, but surely, it's better than never knowing. Surely. Surely?

Queen of Hearts, Ceremiré Nostam of Suits Carnival. Would she be okay with someone like you as her descendant? Would she tolerate you at least so you could observe her? You had to know.

You have to find out.

#Rennra Stuff #Gold Writing #urgh no more proof reading i've gone over this 6 times and changed stuff every time i'm dying #650 wordsish because if i keep typing for too long i lose control of my life and i never finish ever #I'M JUST TRYING TO GET A MESSAGE ACROSS I'M TRYING TO EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON WITH RENNRA RIGHT NOW THAT'S ALL AAAAA #ok i think i'm just tagging things to delay the inevitable good night and i remind you once again i am not a writer this is not my territor

[jojosgaylittleadventure]

This is the third fic in my Josuyaus series that takes place while they're still in high school You can find my series here.

Summary: Josuke and Okuyasu are both recovering in the hospital after the events of 4th Another Day.

Tags: The Book: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure 4th Another Day, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Hospitals, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Sickfic, kinda lol, bi-panic, cuz y'all know i can't write josuyasu without some bi-panic, Friendship, Josuke and Okuyasu are a pair, they are co-dependent, pls do not separate them

#*screeches* this is my 4th Another Day propaganda #i am once again asking you to read 4th Another Day #i just need more people to be aware of it and read it (tho you could probably get away with reading this fic even if you haven't read it) #i also have a shitty TLDR i typed up for my sister who proof reads my stuff if anyone wants it lol but in my notes on the fic i also give #the relevant pages of the novel #Jojo Part 4 #jjba Part 4 #Diamond is Unbreakable #Josuke Higashikata #Okuyasu Nijimura #Josuyasu #4th Another Day #anyways... #Sophia Writes #Part 4 #Josuke #Okuyasu #Fic #two hospital fics in a row...oops...

[wildstar25]

"The future of two worlds are at stake and she's just been made aware that by saving them Arsay herself could turn into a monster. They both needed to rest while they could, yet Arsay wants to stop everything and talk about her feelings? Romantic feelings? Of course she's nervous about it. At best she'll come off as a self-involved fool, at worst she does irreparable damage to their friendship."

I thought too much about how Arsay confessed to Y'shtola and ended up writing it and made some gpose companion pieces...

Arsay asks Y'shtola to accompany her on her way back to The Pendants so that they may find her some lodging since she will now be staying in the Crystarium for the near future. As they walk from the rotunda through Musica Universalis a pit grows in Arsay's gut. It was just before they left the Greatwoods that Arsay properly recognized the feelings she had for her close friend and fellow scion. Since then she hasn't been able to act normally around Y'shtola at all. Not the best thing considering everyone needs her to be on her best for the time being. After a long internal debate, and some unlikely advice from an unexpected source, Arsay has come to a decision on how best to proceed. She has resolved to confess to Y'shtola at the next opportunity, lest something else happen to either one of them on their next excursion. As they reach the steps of The Pendant's lobby Arsay grabs Y'shtola's hand and brings her out of sight of any passerby, safely behind the trunk of a tree. Y'shtola, taken off guard and rightfully confused, asks what's going on. Arsay opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Arsay is usually so confident about everything she does. Even when she's not confident, she's at least learned to pretend well enough to fool others. At this moment, however, she can’t even do that. The future of two worlds are at stake and she's just been made aware that by saving them Arsay herself could turn into a monster not unlike the lightwardens she has been tasked to slay. The whole lot of them are being stalked by not only an insanely skilled fighter who will stop at nothing to end their quest; but also an Ascian who has been the cause of so much destruction. The former causing Y'shtola to almost lose her left to the lifestream for a second time where it not for the appearance of the latter... They both needed to rest while they could and get on with their work, yet Arsay wants to stop everything and talk about her feelings? Romantic feelings? Of course she's nervous about it. At best she'll come off as a self-involved fool, at worst she does irreparable damage to their friendship. Arsay takes a shaky breath in an attempt to ward off her nerves.

"Y'shtola, I... You see uh- The thing is... I um", she stammers. Y'shtola's increasingly annoyed stare casts daggers into Arsay. Arsay belatedly thinks It's a good thing her friend only sees in aether, otherwise she would see how flushed Arsay was.

"You what?", the shortness of her tone was chilling.

"I....", the fur on Arsay's tail bristles out. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't she just nod silently or make a determined hand gesture and have her thoughts come across like usual? Y'shtola crosses her arms, her patience wearing thin. Leviathan's scaly arse, spit it out already!! "I really like your new dress! It... suits you.", Arsay reflexively smiles, despite feeling so annoyed at herself.

Y'shtola lets out a slight huff. "Your compliment is noted; however, I'd quite like to get my matters in order. So if that's all-" She begins to turn back, a frown on her face. Was she disappointed? Regardless, Arsay can't let her leave.

"No, wait! There's something else!" She blurts out.

"...Alright, go on then."

"I…” she starts. 

“You…” she attempts again. 

“You should really make sure to ask for The Pendant’s  house blend of tea." Arsay finishes limply. 

Y’shtola pinches the bridge of her nose visibly frustrated. 

Arsay steadies her tone and elaborates uselessly. "It's not exactly like what Tataru makes, but I think you'd like it all the same..."

Who would have guessed the warrior of darkness's greatest foe was a love confession? Arsay thinks as her ears turn back against her head and she lets out a short, aggravated sigh. 

Ashamed, she turns her gaze to the grass at her feet expecting the sound of the seeker's retreating footsteps. Though by some miracle, there are none. 

Arsay peaks upwards to see Y'shtola standing there, cross posture and all. She breaks the silence, "Even a fool could tell that wasn't what you meant to say. No more games, Arsay. Either tell me what it is you want, or don't say anything at all."

Arsay stands there, squeezing her fists tightly. There's so much she wants to say, has to say, but no matter how hard she tries the words inevitably evade her. Never has the keeper felt more pathetic. A cacophony of incoherent thoughts and screams echo in her head. Time is ticking down; the annoyed tapping of Y'shtola's finger counting the seconds that pass. A small voice worms its way to the forefront of Arsay's brain. She could let herself fail. Surely the brave warrior of darkness could be afforded the loss with no wounds other than to her pride. That thought alone sends a shiver down her spine through to the tip of her tail. No, you're better than that. Arsay can feel her nails dig deeper into her palms as she witnesses Y'shtola's arms uncurl into a shrug.

"... Right."

With a curt flick of her tail, Y'shtola starts to take a step. Just as her foot leaves the ground, Arsay grasps at her hand to stop her. 

If there was one thing to know about the warrior of light, it's that she does not - will not- give up. 

It was now or never.

"Arsay, really-"

"What I want is you." The keeper cuts Y'shtola off. There's a determination in her voice that the seeker has only heard in the midst of battle. Y'shtola squints, wholly taken aback.

"Excuse me?" She replies, her tail swishing back and forth behind her.

Arsay shifts her grip to now wrap both her hands around Y'shtola's.

She continues, "I want you, Y'shtola. I want you by my side, always within reach; so that I may wrap my arms around you and never let go. I want to be relieved of constant thoughts of you. For I am always thinking of how wonderful you are, of how much you care for those around you. Of how smart, capable, and strong you are. Of how your smile- your ever so confident smile - is the most beautiful I've ever seen. I want it to be the first and last thing I see every day. When I think of even the slightest possibility of not being able to see it, to see you... such thoughts frighten me beyond belief. I never understood why that was, until I had almost lost you once again. You simply mean so much to me." With every declaration, Arsay brings herself closer to Y'shtola.

"You bring such light into my life, like how the moon illuminates the night sky. You give me a strength greater than any god granted blessing. When you're next to me I know there is nothing I cannot do. You make me feel like I'm walking on air and ice at the same time. Then there's this shock that I get, a tightness in my chest. Followed by a near uncontrollable impulse to get closer and closer to you in any way that I can. That you've allowed me to get as close as I have is something I am so grateful for, but I..." Pausing to gather what courage she has left, Arsay gives Y'shtola's hand a gentle squeeze.

"...Y'shtola, you are my best friend. I'll always think of you as that but recently I - oh pray forgive my selfishness in saying this- I want more. For us to be more. I want so badly to close the distance that's left between us! My only hope being you want more too... that you want me the way I want you.", Arsay stands inches away from Y’shtola, her heart feeling as if it's about to jump out of her throat.

Y'shtola stands there, her mouth slightly agape and utterly silent. A soft chuckle manages to escape her lips before the seeker could cover it with her free hand. As sweet as her laugh may be, it sends Arsay spiraling. That had to have been the worst proposition Y'shtola has heard yet. Gods, what was she thinking? "the moon that illuminates the night sky"? "I want to close the distance between us"? She sounded like a half-bit poet! Arsay meekly withdraws her hands from Y'shtola's. 

She considers if she might be able to drown herself in waters of Lakeland, despite her holding the blessing of the Kojin.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a warmth on the scarred side of her face; Y'shtola's hand.

"Oh, Arsay, my beloved friend,..." The sorceress carries such sweetness in her hushed reply. Well if she was going to let her down, at least she would be doing it nicely. Arsay allows herself to take what pleasure she can in Y'shtola's gentle touch, as she steels herself for heartbreak.

The sorceress usually scoffed at such haphazard displays of romance, but this was different. She herself was far too stubborn to admit how much she grew to miss Arsay during their three years apart. The number of times Y'shtola sat and stared blankly at a tome while her mind played back that evening in Kugane was something she would take to her grave. She'd linger on the memory of feeling Arsay's tail wrapping around her own, or the warmth she felt as Arsay held her in a goodbye hug before they both went their separate ways. It filled Y'shtola with a yearning like she had never felt before. She knew from that moment there was something between them. Something that was best be left unsaid, lest it interfere with matters at hand.

Pushing down her own feelings of longing was second nature to Y'shtola. Perhaps that is why, when she heard those desires mirrored back to her in such a haphazard manner, she couldn't help but laugh at her own foolishness. Here the seeker thought herself brave, yet once again she had let herself be bested by the warrior of light. However that mattered little to her in comparison to the elation Arsay's confession brought her. There's a slight guilt to it all, that Y'shtola's proclivities obviously caused her dear friend to be under such duress, but if that's what it took for Arsay to speak truthfully  she would hold no regret for her actions. 

Now all Y'shtola has to consider is how best to reply.

As she runs her thumb along Arsay's scar she can feel the keeper quivering. Y'shtola wishes Arsay's aether was a more recognizable form, that she could see her expression underneath the immense output of light. What could she say to her? Doubtful she will find the words to properly respond, Y’shtola considers a more direct approach. She moves her hand down Arsay's jaw, locating her objective. She much prefers being blunt anyways. 

Y'shtola leans upwards towards the keeper so that their lips can meet. She can feel Arsay's initial shock from the contact but it does not take long for her to return the favour, pulling Y'shtola into an embrace as they kiss. Both delighting in the moment for as long as they could.

Y'shtola breaks away with a smile, "You've no clue how long I've waited to hear you say that."

"Y'shtola…", Arsay begins to mutter, completely overcome with emotion. She puts finger to Arsay’s lips with a shush. 

“You need not say another word." Y'shtola places her hand over her chest, "I share your feelings, Arsay, and I tire of pretending otherwise." As that sentence leaves her mouth, the heaviness she had held in her heart for so long dissipates. Y'shtola feels practically weightless, even more so as Arsay lifts her off the ground in a tight hug. 

"Y'shtola, I love you!!" Arsay exclaims, nearly loud enough to reverberate throughout the Musica Universalis unable to contain her glee. How embarrassing, Y'shtola thinks to herself. She could sense how much she was blushing, how wide she was smiling, and how loud she was chuckling. Only Arsay could make her lose her composure like this, and Y'shtola was so thankful for that. Closing her eyes, she conjures an image of the warrior of light, free of the aether that currently polluted her view. Leaning forward, the seeker rests her head against Arsay's.

"And I, you."

#WOL posting #wolshtola #wol x y'shtola #y'shtola rhul #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #wolship #Arsay Nun #Special thanks to my friend for proof reading this you know who you are <3 #once again pwease by nice to me about my writing i try my very best #shadowbringers #shadowbringer spoilers #arshtola

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

#once again i jest but now i have to actually talk about it #like. okay we have no proof of any actual timeline for the dirge flashbacks other than. it was at least 30 years ago #so who knows how long they were at the manor. could have been weeks before The Incident. or months. or maybe a full year! who knows #but to me a timeline of like. they fucked and like a week later vincent found The Evidence and lucercia had her little breakdown #AND THEN EXTREMELY QUICKLY SHE AGREED TO THE EXPERIMENT AND IT COULD GO ONE OF TWO WAYS #1. she knew she was pregnant and thats why she agreed to the experiment cuz there was already a usable subject #and therefore she must have fucked hojo like a week after she fucked vincent AND THATS STUPID FAST FOR THESE EVENTS #or 2. she didnt know. agreed to the experiment. fucked hojo. and therefore thought seph was hojo's and NOT vincent's #AND BY THE WAY. i dont even actually believe hojo fucked either!!! cuz theyre both scientists so why wouldnt they think IVF was the best way #okay. well.... hojo is canonically a fucked up little freak. so. he might have taken the opportunity to... get in there. #also when did ivf even start being a thing? cuz that may play a factor into this if nomura even considered that #well either way lets just unfortunately assume hojo got in there #ITS STILL AN ODDLY FAST TIMELINE #also. fuck man doesnt lucrecia have a later line in dirge where she actually says shes in love with hojo? or something along those lines #IMPLYING ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE SHE HAD THE FALLING OUT WITH VINCENT. YOU WOULDNT FUCK THE GUY AFTER ALL THAT SHIT #AND WHILE CLAIMING TO LOVE/CURRENTLY FALLING IN LOVE WITH HOJO!!!! LIKE CMON MAN!!!! SHE SUCKS BUT SHES NOT THAT KIND OF A MESS #i dont think vincent would fuck her until they sorted out their issues anyway and that CLEARLY didnt happen. #its VITAL that that did not happen!!!! #its just. if vincent and lucrecia fucked. everything would have had to happen EXTREMELY fast within like a 2 week timespan #and im just talking about up to when vincent learns shes partaking in the experiment. it was probably another week or two until vincent died #SO. logically it must have been like #fall in love->learn about the gimoire incident->refuse to speak to vincent->get obsessed with hojo->fall in love(?) #and then thats where i think its ambiguous on did the experiment become an idea before or after seph started to exist? #like chicken or the egg ya know. experiment idea or sephiroth zygote? #that feels fucked up to say. im so fucking sorry to seph to talk about this. yeah sorry i have to debate who fucked your mom bro #god imagine telling him that. like not even as a reveal thing cuz he knows who his father is. just like as a sick joke. your mom joke. #NO OH M Y GOD I HAVE A QUESTION NOW #in accordance to him having a photo of lucrecia in ever crisis. after he reads that jenova is an ancient (incorrect btw) #does he think that picture is still her? what about when he takes jenova's body from the lab???? #oh my god 30 tag limit. FUCK. i need like a rant blog for all this vincent talk now. my brain is going a mile a minute

[trimmedarmor]

doing the equivalent of gripping something intensely hard then forcing myself to let it go every time i see something about the stupid fandom drama i got pulled into earlier this year

#nothing bad ppl just... bringing up its existence...AGAIN...... #every time i see it i wanna go on a rant for a billion years but the worst place to do that would be on tumblr #I rly don't wanna see anyone talking abt it unless it's to criticize the ppl who started the false accusations or to apologize to us #for the harassment #Buster: You Really Think Someone Would Do That? Just Go On the Internet and Tell Lies? #anyway I cant believe ive had the misfortune of interacting w some1 who has to b vindictive toward others to quell their own insecurity #to accuse us of racism because he wasn't allowed to be in a personal friends discord group... #and then saying that we didn't wanna let him in bc he wasn't a 'popular' account? 1. he has way more followers than some ppl in the server #hence why he was able to get so many ppl to attack us #2. he can't keep his own story straight. First we're racist then we're ableist then we gatekeep popularity? #Dude... we don't like you because you're vindictive and take minor slights way too personally...hence...everything that fucking happened #anyway idk who reported him but i thank them for it and i hope that was worth their account getting suspended for getting paid to harass us #to anyone outside of all this reading this mess... please question the validity of ppls accounts if they don't offer concrete proof #and the only proof is based on assuming that certain actions COULD POSSIBLY line up to the accusations #this includes if multiple people have the same accusation without proof because that's EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED #except it was dumber because several of their accusations literally contradicted themselves #wowww people apologized and informed their audience about possible microagressions once they were informed. they MUST be racist! #and if you don't want to dig into it that deep..then by all means mind your own damn business before you join in on someone else's witchhun

[fourteenthz]

wip whenever

@coldshrugs tagged me on this one AGES ago. and I've been in a weird headspace with writing so since I wrote like few paragraphs on this one today I was like "it's now or never" so here, extremely late but better than never ? I think ? it sure isn't wip wednesday or whatever lol. anyway under read more we go!

tagging: I still am not sure which of my followers write so :) if you want to do this PLS pretend I tagged you here!! I always want to read your fics.

for context: right after that first quest when we met y'shtola on the first. thancred excuses himself, minfilia asks to go with the wol and runar around slitherbough but thesa asks for a moment to go after thancred before anything else. it's wolcred + pre-relationship, like 90% of my fics.

“Don't mention it,” Thesa says before standing up. She speaks with a tone that translates as if she doesn't want to talk about it again — which does sound like she's scolding him, if he's being honest — but the viera stops in front of him with their hands still linked, so Thancred doesn't really complain all that much. “I'm taking her with me for a stroll through the village.”

“Be my guest,” he laughs — though there's a sign of relief there as he throws his hands up in surrender. If he's happy to rest off his obligations for a while or if it's because he realized she's not that mad at him, Thesa can't tell. Still, he adds with that familiar amused delivery of his, “unlike you, Minfilia isn't reckless, but she's a bit too naive sometimes. Keep your eyes on her, please.”

“I'm an expert dealing with both kinds of teens, trust me.” She hits her chest confidently, though her smile is warm now there’s something else in there. Thancred asks himself if this is the longest she has been away from the twins.

And, of course, there was no need for the suddenly confession, but he does all the same: “I always do.” It's accompanied by a smile as he clasps her hand before she can distance herself again and brings it to his lips again. This time without checking out the people around him — to which a young adult elezen sure is entertained to witness in the back — his eyes never leaving her, he mutters with his lips still over her fingers. “We also have matters to settle, you and I.”

Thesa squeezes his hands lightly. “I'm well aware,” she nods, taking her hand away from him to stroke his cheek for a few seconds before letting her hand fall to her side. “Later, though.”

#me everytime I write: wolcred + cannon compliant + behind the scenes. well at least it isn’t 3rd person pov this time lol but man... #i LOVE behind the scenes fic. I did look for him everywhere in slitherbough after he leaves the room with the scions. #for some reason him and yshtola felt so nerve-wrecking at the time. when I replayed that part in ng+ last month I was like 'I need to write #something out of this' and prev post reminded me of this fic so yeah I picked up today :) also ofc english isn't my first language #I just can NOT translate their maneirism in any other way so it's always english fics for me. bare with me and there take it off my system. #who knows maybe I'll just finish it for once. this is pretty much the end of their conversation like. really. there's nothing else here #the main scene is done and still I was not able to finish it lol. + fun fact: the whole “matters to sattle” thing is like.. their thing... #their subtle way of saying “we have to talk about this thing we have” which is NOTHING so far. but. you know. it's there and they know. #alright its 1 kiss in heavensward (putting it mildly lol) BUT it's pretty much nothing. I just LOVE their way of having so much between the #and not having anything at the same time because: COWARDS. still. kissing their foreheads. they are sooo emotionally constipated <333 #always shy abt posting my writing here because again ENGLISH but azia tagged so THERE take it. #don't look too closely I have NOT proof-read anything lol #kelly says #tag game

[pullakori]

Febuwhump 2023

Day 13. Forced to hurt a loved one

alt 3. Soft words

TW: Mentions of dub-con and thretened non-con

Also, a/b/o

Sequel to day 11.

It felt like Charles' head was full of cotton and his limbs were too heavy to move. He had no idea where he was, other than somewhere soft and warm. His telepathy was as tired as his body was, he could barely feel any kind of presence from the minds nearby. He wanted to fall asleep again, but something at the back of his mind was telling him that he had to get up and get away. But what was it? Why did he need to run..?

And then the memories of Shaw and the forced heat hit him. Charles could feel aches in his body that wouldn't be there if he would have been successfull fighting him off again. He found enough energy to move his hand and feel around his neck, only to feel a fresh bite mark there. A broken sob escaped his mouth as panic started to settle in.

No. No, no nonono! This couldn't be happening!

There was a voice, speaking to him, but he didn't register it. Only when a hand touched his shoulder, did he even realize that someone else was there.

Charles recoiled from the touch, throwing himself back as far as his arms and legs could push him and the covers would let him. To his surprise, the hand didn't try to stop him and when he finally managed to open his eyes, he didn't see Shaw, like he had anticipated, but Erik. Erik, who was holding his hands up and speaking something, that Charles couldn't hear from the static in his ears.

"Erik?" His own voice sounded strange in his ears. Was he dreaming? How was Erik here?

"It's okay Charles, you're safe now. You're home." Erik spoke gently. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a grey sweatshirt.

"Home?" Only then did Charles look around. He wasn't in the bedroom inside Shaw's submarine anymore. It took him few moments, but eventually, he recogniced the room as one of the manor's guest rooms. "What happened?" How did they end up in his childhood home?

"Shaw is dead. You helped me kill him." Erik told him, putting his hands down as Charles' panic subdued a little. "Do you remember that?" Charles closed his eyes, trying to remember. But every time he seemed to be close to recall something, it slipped away from him.

"It's all... Foggy, impossible to hold." Charles tried to explain and opened his eyes again. Erik's expression was strange, pained.

"He had dozed you with something that had forced your body into a heat." That Charles knew. He had fought the daze of heat the first time, but this second time... The omega touched the mating bite on his neck again and his body felt cold, despite the duvet and the pajamas some one had put on him. He hadn't been strong enough...

Shaw might be dead, but Charles would wear his mark forever. Despite his efforts, he wasn't able to keep his breathing steady.

"You were dying." Erik's voice was shaky as he kept speaking. "You would have died had I not-" Those cut off words made the omega look up with wide eyes. He managed to see how the alpha's eyes were filling with tears just before he hanged his head down. "I'm sorry Charles." He sounded like a man waiting for his judgement, but Charles could only stare at him as his earlier words sank in.

It had been Erik. Erik had bonded with him and bit him. Erik was his alpha.

"You..." Charles tried to speak, but his words were cut off by what was something between a sob and hysterical laugh. This also got Erik's attention, making him lift his head.

"Charles?" He asked, confused and slightly worried frown on his face as Charles tried to calm himself enough to explain.

"I thought that Shaw-" He couldn't finish the thought. It was too terrible to say, but Erik must have known what he meant, horror making his face pale.

"No!" He hurried to assure the omega. "He didn't touch you." He promised and Charles could hear a slight alpha growl under his voice.

A shiver ran through the telepath's body. He was still exhausted and the emotional turmoil that he had just went through made him even more so. But his body was aching for its alpha, demanding to be close to him after a bonding. But Erik was keeping his distance, clearly unsure weather he was wanted or not. Or maybe, and Charles' stomach sank from the idea, he didn't want to be close to the omega. He had been forced to bond with Charles to save him, no matter what he wanted.

The telepath owed his life to Erik, the least he should give him was some space. But the ache was becoming painflull and after spending weeks chained on Shaw's bed and surrounded by his stench, he was desperate for any kind of comfort. So he pushed himself up enough to slump closer to the alpha, who let out a startled noise and backed away slightly, before Charles moved his hand closer to him and looking at him witj pleading eyes. Erik looked at his hand and then in his eyes. Charles wondered if he felt similiar ache too, or at least something, from their bond.

Erik swallowed and slowly moved to first take Charles' hand and then moving to lie on his side close to the omega, but leaving some space between. Charles knew he was pushing it, but he couldn't help himself. He pushed himself closer again, but he didn't make it far by himself before Erik moved closer instead and wrapped his arms around Charles.

The ache in the omega's heart was instantly soothed as he was embraced by his alpha and he could breathe in his scent. He moved his own arm around the metalbender's waist and his other hand to hold his shirt.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, but Charles could feel how tense Erik was and the guilt about the whole situation became too much.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, keeping his eyes glued on Erik's chest, unable to look up and see what would most likely be resentment in his eyes. But what little he got through his telepathy, Erik only felt surprised and remorseful.

"No, Charles. None of this is your fault." He assured Charles, stroking the smaller man's hair and back. "And I'm the one who should apologise, even though its nowhere close enough to make this right." Charles drew back, just enough to look Erik in the eyes.

"You saved me." He argued, but Erik shook his head.

"By forcing you to bond with me." The alpha's voice was almost desperate and Charles moved his hand that had been clutching his shirt to gently touch Erik's cheek. The simple touch seemed to be close to shattering his whole world.

"But also by forcing yourself to bond with me." Charles responded.

And that was true, they had both been forced into this situation without their premission or input. And here they were laying face to face, their hearts completely open. Maybe it was their bond settling or Charles' telepathy recovering, but he could feel small snippets of Erik's thoughts. Too forgiving. He deserves so much better. Wanted to court him. To take things slow. To do this on our own terms. Charles felt tears gathering in his eyes as he smiled at his alpha.

"I would have liked that too." He whispered and Erik took a hold of his wrist and kissed his palm.

They kept holding hands and Erik stroked Charles' wrist with his thumb, bedore he looked down at it and frowned slightly. Lost weight...

"You need something to eat." He decided and moved to stand up. He bearly made it out of bed though, when Charles let out a distressed whine without meaning to. The omega's cheeks flamed as Erik immidiately sat back down and took his hand again, but the mere idea of being alone right now made Charles sick.

"Please don't go..." He pleaded and saw Erik's eyes soften before the alpha laid back down, under the covers this time.

"Okay. I'll stay." He promised Charles as he gathered him close once again.

The exhaustion was starting to get the better of the omega, but he still hugged Erik back as tightly as he could. "Shhhh. It's okay, you're safe." Erik murmured to his ear as he began to troke his back and hair again. The warmth of the alpha's body and mind lulled Charles closer and closer to sleep. Erik kept speaking softly, until the telepath fell asleep again. "Everything is going to be alright."

#once again no proof reading #it's way too late #we die like men #charles whump #febuwhump 2023 #cherik #a/b/o #my writing

[isolvtes]

(   REINA HARDESTY.  CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER.   )   ⸺   Ꮺ  ⋆   greetings, buffalos !  walking around campus, sporting her DEAD SISTER’S LOCKET we’ve spotted JESSICA ONO,  a twenty eight year old who contributes to our thriving community as a SCOUT. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for ONE YEAR and what we know about her, aside from the fact that they DO agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she was a dancer before the outbreak but she's never danced since ; she keeps a journal with her at all times but writes in it sparingly, only the most important things are ever added ; is incredibly hot-tempered and finds it impossible to fully trust people, but will still risk her life for anyone.  doesn’t that make them fantastic ?  we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what they give to our community.

STATISTICS.

name: jessica morgana ono

dob: nov 7th 1995

age: 28

height: 5'5

hometown: malibu, california

role: scout

sexuality: bisexual

star chart: scorpio sun, taurus moon, leo rising, sagittarius venus

personality stats: black widow (marvel), clarke griffin (the 100), lana kane (archer), robin scherbatsky (himym), rosa diaz (b99)

types: intj, choleric

family: ryuji ono (father, deceased), catherine ono (mother, deceased), grace ono (sister, deceased)

HISTORY.

tw death, minimal gore, alcohol

the outbreak started when she was 16, never a chance for her to even experiment with what felt like new-found womanhood, no longer just a kid. she'd give anything now to still be that kid, instead of so violently forced into becoming a survivor.

she lost her youngest sister just when she thought she was succeeding in keeping her safe from everything. it was just them left, their parents gone years before so early into the outbreak. jess and her sister grace floated around groups, trying their best to stay in numbers if they had any chance of surviving and doing what they needed to do to stay safe.

they saw almost every group crumble, always human error, always greed. if there wasn't some betrayal or bid for power that caused its ruin, jess would take grace in the night and sneak away instead, convinced she got a bad feeling about the people they were entrusting their lives with. she doesn't think the outbreak changed people, just allowed them the freedom to be who they've always been. 

when it was just them on their own, the rain forcing them to find shelter, they'd broken into a drugstore to try and find something useful. it hadn't been looted yet, so the pair were in high spirits. before they knew it, their exit was blocked, and any other attempt to find one was met with the same fate. eventually jess found a broken sky light and started to climb through, her hand extended to pull up her sister. next thing she knew, the infected were just beneath grace, swiping at the younger girl. jessica couldn't hold on or pull her up no matter how hard she tried, the rain was coming down hard and she just kept slipping. it went too quick, jess didn't have a chance to react as their hands finally broke free. jess swiped one final try to catch her sister, but only tore away her necklace instead. jess stayed sobbing on the rooftop for a while after grace's screams finally quietened. she had her sister's skin beneath her nails from holding on so tightly,  tighter each time she felt her slipping. she still gets nightmares of that slipping sensation,  her being so close but just a smidge out of reach, with her sister’s screams echoing over and over. after that, she lost her way.

she acted riskier, careless in her attempt at survival. she just didn't know what exactly she was doing anymore, who she was fighting for or why she was still alive. it was in her lowest moments she found someone who looked just as beat up as her, low on everything, and not sure where to go; the injured william barlowe. it was her fault he fell, spooking him by accident when investigating what all the noise was... still, she wasn't sure if she should've helped, her own needs were desperate and he was a stranger, but ultimately jessica stayed with him and fixed him up. she didn't fully trust him at first but eventually she could tell that they were the same, and he looked out for her, too.

now at boulder, jess finds herself on the outside more than others. being a scout suits her for so many reasons: she likes to be in the know, would rather put herself in danger than anyone else risk it, and if all things go tit’s up, at least she's in top form. she even appreciates the quarantine, a way to debrief and set herself straight without people around her.

PERSONALITY.

she likes her solitude,  likes having as minimal people to worry about as possible. despite this,  jess deeply cares for people, and she doesn't wish harm on anyone— but she will do anything to keep those she cares for safe, and that means anything.

she finds it incredibly hard to trust people fully, even if she really likes you she will always have her guard up and expect the worst. it really does take a lot for her to get to the trust completely point as a lot of people have broken it for her in the past — when she does trust you, she is the most loyal person

can be extremely stubborn, sarcastic and blunt at times, often because she doesn't want to reveal or talk about something but it really depends on the day

a hot-head xxx i feel like she's learnt to just shut up most of the time because she always says something she regrets. very very easy to piss off x

MISC THINGS.

preferred weapon is a bow and arrow or crossbow, likes that it's more or less silent in the grand scheme of things but always has a knife on her too

she's very flexible, nimble, light on her feet and agile from her dancing background and she uses these techniques when scouting, helping her reach tougher spots. if the world ever goes back to normal she'd have a parkour channel for sure

always wears her sister's locket around her neck, it has a photo of jess and grace when they were younger

speaks english, japanese & french fluently

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

if she's not with will then she's definitely with fellow scouts /scavengers /trainers/trainees ! basically at the training yards working out a lot of the time… so sparring or general working out partners would be lovely pls… 

if she's not at the training yard then she's at the bar drinking her sorrows away... drinking buds... yes... maybe instead of talking about their feelings aka being healthy, jess got your muse incredibly drunk

random, stupid hookups, accidental one night stands, when kissing your face was a better alternative to you seeing me cry.... um... she would just like to feel something, but she will refuse to give anyone anything real or emotional, that shit is locked up.. and she's in a little bit in love with will

someone she's potentially clashed with... maybe still does... girly is not smart with her big mouth

#once again i am not proof reading #death tw #gore tw #visual gore tw #not sure it rly counts as gore but better to be safe?? #survivors.intro #tw alchohol mention #tw alcohol #weapons tw

[mushiewrites]

Morning Idiots

Day 4 of lee!Dream month!! I’ve had so much fun with this so far, and so many people have written so many amazing fics. Check out the post here to see the prompts for the month!

Day 4 of lee!Dream: Tickle Hugs 💞

A very sleepy George finds Dream in the kitchen, reaching in the cupboard for his favorite mug. When he suddenly sasses the older boy, he decides to teach Dream a lesson.

(lee!Dream / ler!George: 698 words)

“Morning, idiot.” Dream smirked as he heard the raspy ‘morning’ voice of a certain smaller boy, one who was grumpy and just now waking up at 3PM. He turned his head slightly, meeting eyes with a very sleepy Georgenotfound, watching as he yawned and rubbed at his eyes.

“If 3PM counts as morning, then sure, good morning George.” the blonde chuckled, turning back towards the cupboard to try and locate his favorite mug for some hot chocolate. He found it a few seconds later, somehow ending up on the top shelf which was even a little tall for Dream. He stood on his tiptoes and reached as high as he could, almost grabbing it successfully, when suddenly he felt arms around him, accompanied by light skitters on his tummy causing him to immediately recoil his arms down to his sides. He barked out a laugh as the tickles continued.

“G-Geohorge why!” Dream was lost in giggles as he leaned back against the smaller boys chest, throwing his head back and resting it on George’s shoulder as Dream’s knees threatened to buckle. The blonde felt the brunette chuckle lowly, too close to his ear to not add to the already very ticklish situation he found himself in.

“You were sassing me, Dream. I don’t appreciate that.” even though George was trying to play serious, Dream could hear the smile in his voice as the older boy continued to flutter his fingers over Dream’s sensitive tummy.

“I’m sohohorry!”

“Sure. Continue with what you were doing.”

“Whahahat?”

“Grab your mug, Dream.”

Dream’s eyes widened slightly, standing forward slightly to turn his head towards George and seeing a smirk across the shorter boys face. He shook his head quickly as he laughed harder, the idea of his tummy being wide open causing the tickles to seem more intense than they actually were. He doubled over, leaning against the counter but accidentally trapping George’s hands against his tummy in the process.

“GEHEHEORGE!” a particular spot on either side of Dream’s bellybutton was targeted by George, causing him to squeal and fall into hysterical laughter.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, YOU’RE the one who trapped my hands! I was just trying to innocently give you a hug, I don’t know what you’re on about.” even while dying of laughter, Dream managed to roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of his best friends accusations.

“Y-yohou started t-tihihickling mehehe!”

“I think that sounds like a you problem. Maybe be less ticklish and this wouldn’t happen to you.”

“I cahahan’t help it!” Dream was able to muster enough strength to finally stand up straight, pushing himself off the counter and immediately grabbing at the offending hands still attached to his tummy. Sensing Dream would reach his limit, George decided to go in for the kill. He pulled Dream close to his chest so his back was flat against him, wrapping an arm completely around his waist as he free hand wiggled a finger into his bellybutton.

“NOHOHOHO N-NOHOHOT THEHEHRE! GEORGE PLEHEHEASE NO!”

George laughed brightly at the sudden thrashes coming from the boy in his arms, narrowly avoiding an elbow to the face as Dream flailed his arms around uselessly. Eventually after a few more seconds, George finally released his victim, making sure he was okay to stand on his own.

“Y-you’re sohoho cruel!” Dream turned towards George, leaning his back against the counter as he playfully punched George in the arm. The brunette giggled, watching as Dream’s bright red face slowly returned to his normal complexion when his breath started to regulate again.

“Yeah yeah, next time don’t sass me, idiot.” and with that, George planted a final poke directly into Dream’s bellybutton, making the taller boy practically jump out of his skin with a squeak.

“Mehean.” Dream giggled as he watched George smirked in his direction before turning on his heel to walk to the living room.

“Mhm.” George gave a nonchalant reply, leaving a very flustered dreamwastaken in the kitchen, satisfied with the punishment he dished out.

Dream learned a very important fact that day - never sass George when he first wakes up, unless you have a death wish.

#lee!dream #ler!george #i didn’t proof read #apparently the prime time for me to write is 2AM-5AM #i’m once again speedrunning fics at 4:30AM #day 4: tickle hugs #llamas lee dream month #my stuff #mcyt tickle #mushie ficlets