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prokopetz · 2 months

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The most consistent piece of playtest feedback I've been getting on Space Gerbils is that the Action Phase sucks, on two counts:

Blowing your roll in the Action Phase can retroactively make the Operations Phase minigame feel pointless, and there isn't really any provision for addressing runs of bad luck; some playtest groups routinely managed to whiff a 15/16 chance of success three or four cycles in a row, which makes the whole engagement grind to a halt, and there isn't an obvious way to mitigate that when an entire round of prep work boils down to a single roll of the dice.

The first point feeds into the second: the Operations Phase has its positional minigame, and the Fallout Phase has those lovely lookup tables, but then Action Phase hanging out between them is kind of nothing, mechanically speaking. Many players have reported that it feels like the Action Phase ought to have a minigame as well, and that it's incongruous for the portion of the phase cycle where stuff actually happens to be the least mechanically engaging.

There've also been reports, where drafts 0.1 and 0.2 would often become unplayable due to the play grid filling up with broken stations, drafts 0.3 and 0.4 have swung too far in the opposite direction and made complications too easy to mitigate. It's unclear whether this is due to the Action Phase's mechanics not throwing complications frequently enough, or due to the Fallout Phase not assessing those complications harshly enough; probably it's a mix of both.

Fortunately, the game's modular nature means that it's actually fairly trivial to rip out the current Action Phase procedures and replace them with something else; very little of the rest of the system would have to change. The trick is figuring out what that should look like.

The most obvious routes involve introducing individual actions in the Action Phase, but that's exactly what we don't want; mechanically, because we just made each gerbil perform a tactical action in the Operations Phase, and doing it twice in a row would double the handling time of an already ponderous system; and thematically, because acting "as" the gerbils' singular assumed persona after doing all that setup as individuals is kind of the whole point!

In balance, this is a good problem to have, because I enjoy designing stupid minigames.

As for what that hypothetical Action Phase minigame might look like, I keep coming back to the idea of taking a page from Gone to Hell and formalising the presently-optional rule that the players should take turns "being" the bounty hunter persona in each Action Phase. That would definitely help with sorting out the forthcoming rules for GMless play, since the players whose "turn" it isn't could step into the encounter management roll. However, that leaves the off-turn players twiddling their thumbs every Action Phase in GMful play, which in turns means either having two separate sets of Action Phase procedures for GMful and GMless play, or biting the bullet and making Space Gerbils exclusively GMless, neither of which terribly appeals.

This post is mostly just me thinking out loud, so I don't expect anyone to have an opinion, but as always, I'm open to suggestions!

#gaming #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpgs #space gerbils #game design #playtesting #swearing

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floralpascal · 1 year

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Nightmare

Summary: When you get shot trying to save Ghost, he finally has to confront his worst nightmare: losing you

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only, mdni!)

Warnings: reader gets hit by a bullet (it's described), blood, canon-level violence, talk of death, secret relationship, a lot of angst and pain

A/N: Remember that bit in Lines Crossed about Ghost agonizing over the time the reader got shot? Yeah, this is it. Buckle up.

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The worst kinds of nightmares, Ghost had found, came when he was wide awake.

All the worst things happened when his eyes were open, his perception clear. It happened time and time again in his life. While others only encountered atrocities in their dreams, he seemed to see them in both the sleeping and waking world. Dreams gave a person an escape, a way to leave the horrible scenes behind. They offered some form of respite come morning while the nightmares of the day offered only the cold bite of reality.

He wished he was dreaming now. He wished that this was all some terrible figment of his imagination that he would inevitably be saved from when his eyes opened. But, of course, he wasn’t that lucky.

You weren’t that lucky.

Ghost hadn’t even known at first. You had been covering him, watching his back as you both swept through what had once been an office building. Ghost had entered an office room with you on his tail. What neither of you had known was that there was a perfectly obscured hiding place behind a fairly large filing cabinet on the other side of the room. Turned the other way, Ghost had only seen a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Before he could turn to train his gun on the man, you were already in front of Ghost. In a split second, you and the man both pulled the trigger, the deafening pops reverberating off the walls.

The man fell to the ground, your aim as precise as ever.

“Good shot, Styx,” he said as he swept his eyes across the room. Finding no other threats, he turned to walk back towards the door.

He stopped, however, when he realized that you weren’t following him. In the faint gray light that flowed in from the window, you simply stood with your head down and gun now dangling loosely from your right hand. You pressed your other hand to your side. A blank expression held on your face, you were looking down at your hand as you did it. Then, he watched as you drew your hand away, your palm dripping red.

It was a moment frozen in time, going both slower and faster than Ghost ever thought possible. For a second, Ghost’s brain couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing, the red that stained your skin a perplexing sight.

Then, all at once, the nightmare of it hit him.

He lunged toward you just as your knees buckled. He grabbed onto your vest straps, guiding you down to lay on the floor, your body going stiff from shock.

You blinked a little, as if you were trying to blink away the haze that suddenly clouded your eyes.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” You asserted, your voice wavering, the usual strength of it lost to the haze.

But he could tell from the amount of blood quickly spreading across your shirt and pooling onto the floor below that you definitely were not fine.

Ghost keyed his radio to say, “Styx is hit! I need a medic on the fourth floor! The left corridor!”

He heard Price respond - some question about how bad the injury was. Ghost was too busy with you beneath him to care about it right now.

Leaning down to examine the wound, he finally saw the issue. The bullet had caught you on your side, just above your hip bone. It was a one-in-a-million shot that had landed so perfectly where the protection of your vest stopped.

Ghost ripped gauze out from one of his pockets before he pressed them to your side to keep pressure on the wound. With a free hand, he unstrapped the side of your vest, pulling the velcro loose so he could better cover your side.

Don’t let this be real. Please.

He wanted to wake up from this sick scene. That way, the suffering wouldn’t be yours, it would be his. Maybe he would wake up next to you, completely okay, your face relaxed with sleep as you dozed beside him in bed. He would happily suffer through this nightmare a million times over if only it meant that you weren’t actually bleeding out below him.

“Si…Simon…”

But it was real. Your grimace was real. Your blood on his gloves was real.

“I’m right here,” he assured you, his voice low.

“Simon… it hurts.” Glazed and unfocused, your eyes found his. You were starting to slip from consciousness, that he could see. The shock and the blood loss were compounding.

“Stay awake for me,” Ghost ordered, trying to keep your attention focused. “Eyes on me, yeah? Remember? That’s what you told me on that botched mission.”

This was exactly what Ghost had been terrified to see then. When he had gotten upset at you for not leaving him behind when he ordered you to, his main fear was that you would get yourself killed trying to save him. And here you were, bleeding out after saving him.

If you hadn’t stepped in front of him, that bullet would’ve hit him.

“What were you fuckin’ thinking?” he grumbled, almost to himself, as he pulled more gauze out from his pocket to hold against your side.

“I’d do it again,” you whispered, your speech slurred. You squeezed your eyes shut as you said it, your shaking hand sliding to grasp his wrist.

Ghost froze. They were the words that had haunted him for so long. They were the same words you uttered when you had recklessly risked your life for him last time. His nightmare was finally coming to life, only a million times worse.

Consequences. They were ever-present. There were consequences for having feelings in this line of work. Ghost now understood exactly why there were so many rules against the relationship he had with you. With every one of your grimaces, it felt like you were pulling him apart at the seams. He was ready to burn the world down if it meant saving you. Fuck the mission. Fuck protocol. The only thing that mattered right now was that you were dying underneath him.

Time ceased to exist. He was there with you sprawled on the floor, his hand pressed to the wound that threatened to take you from him as he repeatedly yelled over comms for the medics to hurry the fuck up, for what seemed like an eternity. Your focus quickly waned, your head falling to the side limply as you started to lose consciousness.

No matter how this situation shook out, he knew this scene would now become a familiar one in the night, a horror to add to the collection.

He watched in agony as the medics took you away, unsure if you would ever wake from this nightmare again.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon riley fanfic #my writing

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bel1ewrites · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering how you would feel about a smut request about Jealous Sam using a remote controlled vibrator, like where it’s the reader’s birthday and Sam had a little “challenge” for her where the reader had to wear the vibrator and she’s really competitive so she accepted, sorry if this didn’t make any sense, and if it’s too vague I completely understand, thanks!

a/n: tysm for this request, it got me out of my little slump. Sorry about the delay of this post, I know I promised to get it out earlier but I ended up having to meet up with a friend.

Birthday Challenge (Samantha Carpenter x Reader)

Description: It's impossible to say no to her.

WC: 2k

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, top!Sam, bottom!Reader, alcohol, Sam's lowkey an asshole in this

SAMANTHA had a tendency to get competitive. You’d figured this out fairly early in your relationship after a mini golf date that ended in her apologizing profusely for throwing your ball into the water after you’d won, swearing she didn’t know what had come over her. She took any opportunity to turn anything into a competition, no matter the stakes.

With this in mind, you knew it shouldn’t have come as a shock when she proposed a challenge of sorts on the night of your twentieth birthday.

“Oh come on,” your competitor huffs, holding the special little gift out to you like a prayer. “Don’t be a wimp.” Her tone has an edge to it, a teasing little lilt that tugs at your resolve.

“I am not wearing that to dinner!” you persist, glaring at the purple lace and small black device in front of you. The vibrator is bullet shaped and no more than three inches long, smooth silicone coating the outside and creating a matte look. She’s standing like a guard in front of the bathroom door, preventing you from entering your bedroom to get ready for the night.

The two of you have reservations at six and you can’t afford to be late, having scheduled them three months in advance. Deep down, you know what the outcome will be: either you’ll have to agree to play her little game or you’ll be forced to miss the dinner she’d promised to pay for.

She dangles the material in the air, pinched between her thumb and forefinger, her eyes full of humor and a shit eating grin plastered across her face. You can feel the clock ticking, each second taking little bits of your willpower and destroying it bit by bit. With a loud groan and a stomp of your foot, you rip the gifts out of her hands and push past her, storming into your room and dropping your towel.

She watches you with the eyes of a hawk, making sure you put the vibrator in its proper place and getting momentarily distracted by your naked and dripping figure. Exasperated, you step into the material and slide it up your legs, feeling the slight bump of the object nestled against your clit.

“Happy?” You sass as you grab your bra from the bed and clip it on.

Sam’s pupils are dilated when you look up at her, shoulder leaning against the doorframe and eyes trailing up and down your body. “Very.” She wets her lips.

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By the time you both make it to the restaurant and are seated in front of a perfect view, you’ve forgotten about the whole incident. There’s too much going on for you to think about it, the clinking of forks and the sunset falling over the horizon. Sam pulls your chair out for you as you sit, grabs your shoulders from behind and bends down to kiss the top of your head like a perfect gentleman.

She’s wearing a new suit you haven’t seen before, dark red and expensive looking. Almost black waves fall down her back and over her shoulders in effortless union to frame her face perfectly.

Your dress matches the color of her suit, material ending at mid thigh. She’d insisted on buying it for you a while ago; as soon as she saw you step out of the dressing room she was reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her wallet. It has a low neckline that exposes a healthy amount of cleavage, the thin straps keeping it from baring your chest to the world. It’s backless and somehow both form fitting and loose at the same time, expensive silk rubbing pleasantly against your skin.

“This place is nice,” you smile, placing your elbows on the table and propping your head up on your hands.

“It is.” Sam agrees, eyes falling to your lips and then lower.

You’re about to tease her for looking so enraptured by your tits, but before you can the waitress appears out of thin air, pen and notepad in hand. She smiles warmly at you, then at Sam. “What can I get you both to drink?”

You expect Sam to answer first, but she doesn't, which results in a little gap of awkward silence until you decide to break it. “I’ll take a Manhattan and a water.”

She writes your request down. “And for you-”

“Whiskey,” Sam cuts in. “Neat.” Her jaw is tight, muscles shifting as she messes with the rings on her right hand. You have no idea why she’s glaring at the nice waitress and you feel a ping of sympathy for the woman who quickly walks away with her head down.

“What was that about?” you question wearily.

Sam scoffs. “She wants to fuck you.”

Eyebrows lifting in disbelief, you choke on your breath as she moves her hands under the table and stares at you. One of her eyebrows is raised as if she doesn’t trust that you’re unaware of the obvious one sided eye-fucking that went on between you and the waitress.

Once again, said woman materializes out of thin air with your drinks and places them on napkins before you. She tucks the tray under her arm and unexpectedly rests her empty hand on your bare shoulder, making you jump slightly. Alarms go off in the back of your mind when you see Sam lean back in her chair with a smirk on her face, eyes dark and on yours.

“Would you like any appetizers, sweetheart?” The waitress asks, squeezing your shoulder lightly. Oh.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Sam mocks, voice low. “Do you want any appetizers?”

“Um… I-” you’re cut off by an unexpected vibration. It only lasts for a few seconds, but it has you jolting in surprise. A little gasp escapes your throat.

“Are you okay?” the stranger with her hand on your shoulder questions with worry.

“She’s fine. We’ll have the baked brie with all the shit on it,” Sam answers for you, dismissing the waitress with her tone of voice and taking a pull of her whiskey.

The second her hand leaves your shoulder you shakily reach for your drink and chug it, the pleasant warmth taming your racing heart. Your face is almost as red as your dress when you place the empty glass back on the table and throw mental daggers at your cool and collected girlfriend. All she does in return is grin as the vibrations come back.

“Cut it out,” you grit, hands gripping the sides of the table, legs crossing tightly. She’s got the bullet on a low setting, but it’s pressing into you perfectly and your eyes fight the urge to close.

It gets stronger when Sam turns it up and tells you to look at her. “I think I’ll tell her about our little secret the next time she comes back,” she husks, sitting up and leaning forward to put one hand over your tight knuckles and keeping the other out of sight. “Let her know who you belong to, y’know? Or I could just make you cum in front of her.”

You fold your forearms over each other on the table and drop your forehead to them. Doing this in the middle of a restaurant feels dirty, it feels wrong. Nevertheless, you still find yourself humming quietly as your clit throbs, waves hitting you and making the muscles in your lower belly clench, a heat settling there and a buzz starting to fall over your mind. You aren’t sure if it’s from the alcohol or the pleasure.

“Dirty girl,” Sam chides, clicking her tongue and turning off the vibrator after over a full minute of stimulation. Shame floods through you when you realize that you didn’t want it to stop and that you feel all empty and achy without it. Sluggishly, you lift your head up and put your hands in your lap as Sam flags down a waiter and orders you another Manhattan.

“I’m starved,” the devil across from you groans. “Are you hungry, baby? God, where is that damn brie? Why don’t you read over the menu.”

As if she’d summoned her, the waitress pops back up seconds later with the brie and Manhattan in hand. Apparently she learned her lesson the last time, because she barely says anything as she takes your orders, rushing away as soon as possible. Sam seems pleased by this.

“Hey, question,” she begins, munching lightly on the appetizer. “Do you think you can cum quietly before she gets back?”

Scraping forks and clinking spoons and light chatter fill the space around you as you shake your head violently. “Samantha, no. Please let's just-” the vibrations begin again and your jaw drops slightly. “Just fuck me when we get home,” you whisper urgently, tone slowly turning to a whine. Wriggling against the chair and pleading with your eyes, you watch as she simply sits back and observes.

“I don’t know about you, but I think we should do this more often,” she says conversationally, finishing her whiskey and upping the strength of the vibrations. “Wow! This thing has patterns too?”

Suddenly, the bullet begins pulsing in time with your clit. Each wave hits you in the perfect spot. It’s quick and precise and you’re dripping and panting and no one knows. You can’t help the uncontrollable moan that comes out of you, all quiet and needy and music to Sam’s ears. No one but her can see the flush of your cheeks and the way you shift forward slowly. No one but her knows she’s the one making you bite your lip and breathe heavy through your nose.

Hot. It’s too hot in here, you’re sweating and shaking uncontrollably. To anyone else it must seem like you’re having a stomachache; only you and your conniving girlfriend are aware of the pleasure coursing through you and its filthy, in all honesty. It’s filthy.

Sam runs a hand through her hair and watches you and ultimately decides she’s discovered a new kink when she catches herself wishing the waitress would come back and see you all desperate for her and only her. She can see that you’re on the edge, reading you like an open book and knowing you need a push.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” she groans when you roll your hips slightly. “I don’t even know how to describe it. You’re all desperate and you’re biting your lip so hard I think it might bleed and I want nothing more than to just fuck you on this table in front of everyone.”

Her rambling is flooding through you, each word like a lightning strike in your stomach that makes you feel all warm and tight. You can tell she’s having a hard time not throwing caution to the wind and just bending you over the table by the tremor in her voice; it makes you put your head down and whine.

Body taut with anticipation, you focus on the overwhelming feeling spiraling within your lower abdomen. “Sam,” you whine out before the pulsing vibrations running through you finally break the tight coil and you cum with the taste of her name fresh in your mouth.

Sam watches you go tense and shudder through your orgasm, quickly turning the strength of the vibrations down to the lowest level and allowing you to ride it out. She bumps her leg against yours under the table to anchor you while waiting patiently for you to get through the aftershocks.

Slowly, you pick your head up from the table and uncross your legs uncomfortably, startling when the silicone shifts against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Sam’s looking at you with unadulterated adoration all over her face, she’s reaching her hand out over the table in a silent request for you to hold it and you do.

Footsteps sound behind you, the waitress showing up just in time to witness the dark flush on your cheeks and your chest and your shoulders and the still slightly glazed over look in your eyes. Sam is beaming at her. She’s sitting there all smiley and nothing close to how she was earlier. It makes you roll your eyes.

“Thanks!” She calls after the woman who says nothing and keeps her gaze on the floor the whole time she’s placing the food on your table, scurrying away ASAP like a scared child.

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #scream #screamxi #smut #melissa barrera #wlw #gxg #lesbian #melissa barrera x reader

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watercloud7 · 2 years

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hi since you’re asking for tmnt requests, can i ask for general yandere leo headcanons? thank you <3333

Yandere Bay!Leonardo x reader.

HEADCANONS

Im assuming this is Bayverse Leo so here you go!💙💙💙

(Sorry I took so long! Please let me know if you like it by leaving a comment !💙💙💙)

- [💙] He possesses the typical yandere traits. Possessiveness, overprotectiveness, obsessiveness Ect, Ect.

- But good for you! Chivalry isn’t dead.

- Yan!Leo genuinely believes that women should be protected, looked after and pampered.

- It’s sweet concept until you realise how far he takes it.

- It doesn’t matter how strong you actually are, he’s stronger and he loves to remind you of it.

To take advantage of it.

- [💙] It starts off small, with the jar he hears you struggling with in the kitchen.

- He comes up behind you and grabs it, cages you in while he opens it effortlessly.

- Or when you can’t reach something, huffing and puffing on your tip toes and climbing on top of whatever you could find in the boys’s lair trying to reach what you desperately need.

- And here comes Leonardo.

- He grabs your waist and lifts you off your clumsy feet. Tucking you safely under his arm and away from harm.

« You’re gonna get hurt trying to do things by yourself instead of just asking me for help. » He sights at you, grabbing the offending object.

- [💙] Despite his mild disprove for your attempt at independence. He’s fairly amused, there’s not much you could do to genuinely bother Leo, your his « perfect girl » after all.

He always sports a sort of arrogance to him.

A condescension radiating off of him, like you could taste the pleasure he took in watching you struggle without his help.

Pleasure In having his delusions of you being his little damsel in distress , of you needing him, being confirmed again and again.

- [💙] Leo loves seeing you with his family.

-He loves watching you play and laugh and run around with them.

- He thinks your relationship with his little brothers is adorable.

- His most precious possessions all in one place.

- Leo’s possessiveness doesn’t limit itself just to you, your safety and his little brother’s are always his priority.

Only he doenst need to worry about them as much considering they’re bullet proof.

You… however are not. Your just a fragile human girl.💙

- [💙] You understand why they’re so close, growing up together like this definitely must have made them quite heavily attached to each other, separation anxiety isn’t off the table with how clingy they are between themselves and with you.

- Besides, they all seem to have the same mannerisms, tendencies. It’s no wonder they get along.

- That and they all have their own yandere traits and quirks, which makes the boys unlikely to help you should Leo finally take the big leap of kidnapping you and keeping you here with them.

- A hidden lair guarded by 4 titan turtle men trained in martial arts.

- RIP Y/N, they pamper and give you princess treatment but you wouldn’t escape easily.

- [💙] Leo’s not in a hurry though,you’re always so good for him. He hasn’t thought of a good enough reason to take you yet so he gracefully allows your freedom , as long as it’s beside him.

- With him and his family is where you belong, your much better off here.

- [💙] Happier.

- If he won’t take you then he’ll simply keep you somewhere safe, somewhere he can keep you within his eyesight.

- Within his reach.

- In their lair, surrounded by his most loyal followers.

- He watches you run after Mikey as you both stumble and giggle your hearts out.

- [💙] He knows that taking such a drastic decision like kidnapping you would change everything, change the dynamic in how you’d see him and interact with his brothers.

- How scared and confused you’d be at first.

- He’d essentially be taking his brothers best friend away aswell, until eventually you’d come around after realising you’re exactly where you should be.

- But till then it’d be a complicated affair and Mikey would surly be upset, despite complacent.

- Maybe some other day he thinks, smiling your way.

- [💙] He has much to prepare before then.

- Despite how close he is with his brothers hanging out with Leo on a 1 on 1 isn’t rare for you guys.

- You love being around him, he’s so soft for you and unlike his brothers he lets you get away with everything.

- He lets you prank and tease and bully him into your every whim and wish.

- Leo is a simp and 100% whipped.

- He lets you be Completely vulnerable with him, in fact he encourages you not to be strong around him.

- To let go and let yourself be taken care of.

- And so you do.

- [💙] Falling asleep on Leo has become a habit for you. And as the habit grows Leo coddles and babies and pampers you more and more.

- So much so, you’ve become dependent on him.

- Sometimes you can’t even go to sleep without him.

- It wasn’t on accident, he meant for it to happen. Slowly conditioning you to associate him with safety and comfort.

- Having you turn towards him for every decision, advice or struggle.

- [💙] It feeds into massive saviour complex.

- So whenever you run to him crying at the slightest inconvenience , Leo opens his arms to catch you and wipe your tears.

- “Aw Poor baby.” He cooes, holding onto your smaller frame and looking down on you.

- “it’s ok, Leo’s here now. You’re lost without me arent you?? Hm?”

- He’d whisper, petting your head as he has you practically purring.

- [💙] “You need me, don’t you” His eyes darken and it doesn’t even sound like a question anymore.

- You fall into his arms for the hundredth time, nuzzling his neck and nodding along to his sweet nothings reminding you of how small and weak you are next to him, how much better off you are with him looking after you.

- You might have defended yourself and your independence if your brain didn’t become completely useless the minute you came into contact with Leo. It’s so much easier to have him think for you.

- [💙] “You wanna be mine don’t you” he cooes, a soft smile playing on his lips, the death grip he has of your sleepy form in his arms a striking contrast.

- Make the mistake of showing any kind of positive reaction to his delusions and the crazed grin that’ll form on his lip is the only warning you’ll have before he takes you away.

- [🐢] Somewhere safe enough for you💙.

- [💙] His little damsel in distress.

#Tmnt #tmnt leonardo #leonardo #leonardo x reader #tmnt bayverse x reader #bayverse leo #tmnt bayverse #bayverse turtles #yandere leo #yandere Leo x reader #yandere leonardo #bayverse donnie #bayverse mikey #bayverse raph

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kaeya-official · 7 months

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Lisa barely had time to change before leaving. The life of one of her coworkers was on the line. All she had was perhaps a simple coat she had slipped on before leaving Headquarters.

The minute she stepped onto Dragonspine, cold wind hit her legs. Lisa shivered at the sensation. She had but a small flash of Goulash she had picked up swiftly from the camp at the base of Dragonspine. She had no idea where Kaeya could possibly be, but she had to find him before it was too late.

It wasn't very hard to find him.

Because after trekking up the mountain for a few minutes, the familiar sounds of Kaeya's vision being used could be heard despite the oddly loud flurry of snow fluttering around the air.

A battle cry ripped from Kaeya's throat as he desperately defends himself from the controlled attacks by the cryo cicin mage.

Lisa rushes forward and whips out her trusty Magic Guide, raising a hand into the air with fervor, the sky turning dark as lighting shot from the sky.

"Kaeya! Get out of here! If you keep going at it you're going to die!" Lisa yelled, shooting (metaphorical) bullets of electro at the stunned cicin mage, who quickly recovered with a smirk, calling on more baby cicins to help attack the librarian.

fr: @librarian-lisa-official <3

Kaeya doesn’t hesitate to stagger back, giving Lisa plenty of space to use her vision without catching him in the crossfire, but he doesn’t look good—there’s a thin layer of shimmering frost over his skin, and his breath barely mists in the air anymore.

His gaze is still fixed on the cicin mage, eyes darting to follow her movements. Now that her target has changed to the more immediate threat, he moves more slowly so as not to remind her of her more weakened opponent… and possibly because he doesn’t have the strength to move faster.

How long had he been up here? It would have taken Albedo at least an hour on his own to get to the library in his condition, and Kaeya has no way of knowing how much time has passed besides that.

He’s tired, but he knows he can’t rest yet. He needs to get off this archons forsaken mountain first.

At least Lisa should be able to finish off the mage fairly quickly. Kaeya’s quite proud of how much damage he managed to do while the both of them were slowly freezing.

#let’s see how this plays out ❄️#respect the books or else 📚

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the-writing-mobster · 4 months

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Where I can read your fics? They seem pretty interesting!

Thank you for the ask, love! Fic links, anyone?

You can find all of my fics on Ao3! I need to make an actual like... Official link post, don't I? I used to have one pinned but other things take priority.

So I guess I'll sprinkle the links to my fics here for your immediate viewing pleasure instead of sending you on a wild goose chase ;)

IMPORTANT NOTE — A lot of my fics are locked so only people with confirmed AO3 accounts can read them. This is because of AI scraping, obvs. TMDG is the only one that I think is unlocked since it's fairly new. But it'll eventually get locked as well.

| The What Do You Want Duology | 🥀 💀 |

(YWIW, the sequel, still lies unfinished, unfortunately, but WDYW is completed and currently under revisions!)

Summary (for those still not in the know):

Frisk spent most of her life fighting to survive in a cruel world where her only upper hand was her soul's Determination and her feminine charms. After angering the most dangerous man in her life, she is thrown down into Hell to be ripped apart and destroyed by the demons said to inhabit it. With her soul refusing to give up, of course she survives.

However, when she is taken hostage by the infamous Gaster brothers, she finds herself trapped in the strange, abyssal gaze of Sans the Skeleton. With political and sexual tensions on the rise, can these two work through their differences? Or will they forever be asking each other, "What Do You Want?"

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| Baby Face - UF Highschool AU | 💖 🤘🏻 |

Technically an au based off of my characterizations of the UF characters in wdyw. This one is tooth rottingly sweet and set in a surface Ebbott City in the 90s. Inspo was movies like Clueless & the documentary Kid 90. I actually loved this story so much I completely reworked it and turned it into an original novel.

Important to note that this fic isn't really a romance. It's more about platonic love and friendships than it is about Frans romance.

Summary:

Seniors should not date freshmen. No matter what. Not even if the freshman is hot. Not even if the freshman says it's ok. Not even if the freshman makes moves. That’s the mantra Sans lives by, and even though Frisk, one of the cutest girls according to all of his friends, catches a crush of epic proportions on him, he makes it a point to keep his distance. She’ll thank him later.

Sans is in a rock band and Frisk has a big ole unrequited crush on him.

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| The Most Dangerous Game | 💙 🔪 💔 |

The dreaded serial killer dead dove fic we've all been raving about recently!!!

It's important to note that this one isn't a romance. They are (albeit obsessive) enemies through and through.

Summary:

Frisk Starling should've been used to cases like these. After all, it was her duty to investigate. Give the victims their voice back, catch the sick freak who did it and give the broken families the justice she couldn’t have for herself.

That is until a string of murders throughout the tristate area begin to appear. Women used like toys, mutilated and disposed of for the cops and journalists to find with only the tiniest slivers of useless evidence and the glaring fact that all the women...

Every…

Single…

One…

Look almost exactly like her… Frisk begins to wonder if maybe… the monster she's hunting down has turned her into the hunted.

And God, does she make the most exhilarating, delicious prey yet…

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Honorable mention One Shots:

| The Witch, The Judge & the 3 Card Gamble | ♠️♥️♣️ |

Probably my best prose ever. Genuinely.

Summary:

After suffering a gruesome bullet to the ribs, the vengeful Witch hovers over a dying fire, praying her campsite isn’t spotted by vagabonds who’d surely make her pay for existing…

But as a shadow blots out the stars if not for the two red pricks of light glaring her down, she fears her true nightmares have come to claim her after all; The Grim Reaper, the judge of her fate.

And she doesn’t like her odds.

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| We'll See - Christmas Rom Com | 🎄 💕 |

I wrote this as a secret Santa present to @themsource. It is very cute and fucking funny if I do say so myself. It puts the comedy in Romantic Comedy.

Summary:

Sans has some inhibitions about Christmas, clouded with cynicism and bitterness. But if there's anyone to make him have a change of heart, it's Frisk; Ebbot City's own Little Miss Mother Teresa.

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☣️ HONORABLE MENTION SMUT ONE SHOTS ☣️

| French Kisses | Smut | 🫧💓 |

Summary: Sans has landed a well-paying position as a senior accountant and Frisk has a few ideas on how to reward him — one of those ideas involves a French Maid dress.

| The Librarian's Assistant | Smut | 📚💓 |

This one was pretty steamy...

Summary: Frisk's days working as a librarian can get pretty quiet and repetitive... Until a new patron with an obvious infatuation with her starts becoming a regular visitor.

Eventually she can't help herself...

I hope you are satisfied with my thorough answer! If you do end up reading, I'd love to hear from you again on your thoughts! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

‼️ Also — join my discord for readily available updates and fun discussion! DM me for the invite since those invite links expire ‼️

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ystrike1 · 11 months

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Seifuku No Joou-sama - By Hanamatsu Ayaka (7.5/10)

Controversy and ped*******. It doesn't get much worse or more gross than this. I avoided this one for a long time, but then I finally bit the bullet and read the ending. It's good. This isn't just a weird fetish story. It's a solid warning. There are bad adults in the world. Some people don't care if they ruin your life, even if you're a child.

Futaba is a high school boy who developed a leg fetish, and masochistic desires, when he was fairly young. His childhood was ok. He's a happy boy, most of the time. He feels guilty about being different. He wants to talk about girls with his classmates, but his classmates want kisses, and he wants to be stepped on.

He gets lost in the internet. He joins BDSM chat rooms. He starts lying about his age and he infiltrates adult spaces. He's got nowhere else to go. Nowhere to vent. Nobody who understands him. He goes through an unhealthy amount of teen angst. He's angry and he looks down on his fellow students.

Nako is a side character in his life. She's a boring girl. She confesses but he rejects her, because he's too wrapped up in his identity as a masochist to think about dating. Casual dating is too boring for him. Futaba rushes. He throws himself into the ideal relationship he's been fantasizing about. It's not healthy. He has a BDSM partner. A twenty five year old office worker. Akane is one of the most evil characters I've seen in a shoujo manga. She knows Futaba is a minor. She knows he is obsessed with her, because she encouraged said obsession, but she says he's too high maintenance for her. She isn't nice about it either. She says there's no chance for romance between them, and she just wanted a cute pet.

Sick.

Nako, the girl he rejected, is actually our main heroine. She's a normal teenage girl, who is willing to change to make her crush happy.

She gets more than she bargained for.

Nako sees Futaba begging. He cries and kisses Akane's feet, but she refuses to keep him as her pet.

Nako kinda snaps, and she goes down a toxic path for a while.

She works hard to be a good and dedicated BDSM mistress. At first she doesn't even enjoy it. She just wants to change. She doesn't want to be quiet and boring, but then Futaba is actually helpful. He's a very courteous and enthusiastic submissive partner. His playful attitude sucks her in, and she falls for him all over again.

She's clingy too.

She doesn't mind.

This sums up their relationship pretty well. Nako isn't a cute, innocent girl. She's very repressed, and she enjoys having power over her crush. He's all about consent and he gives it to her, so that's totally fine.

Akane is going to hell.

I would rip this woman to shreds if I saw her in public in real life.

She doesn't completely cut contact with Futaba. She even has the audacity to hang out with his new girlfriend, Nako. Like it's normal to hang out with highschoolers. She even flirts with Nako it's slimy. She acts like a knowledgeable senior, but she is an actual predator who should be in jail. The author does not shy away from this. Akane says manipulative bullshit to mess with the new relationship. Nako becomes more confident, so her "aren't you jealous?" crap doesn't work, but Akane does not stop acting like a douche. Every time she's on screen she's openly horrid. It's nauseating.

Nako gets better at BDSM play, and Futaba starts to doubt his own happiness. He's in a real, consenal relationship with someone his age. She's affectionate when they're not doing BDSM. She tries to make him feel better when he puts himself down. It's really obvious that his one-sided relationship with Akane killed his confidence.

He tries to break up with her, because she's too good for him. He can't. Nako filmed him while he was licking Akane in public. She uses it to blackmail him. This actually works quite well.

Nako isn't an innocent child in need of protection. She does actually want to be his mistress. Her boldness shows him he's scared of nothing. Nako wants to date him, unlike Akane. It's really that simple.

School life goes pretty well for them. Everybody knows they're a BDSM couple. Some people don't approve, but really, it's none of their business.

The ending is pretty dumb though. Nako unbuttons her school uniform to reveal leather clothes, in front of a bunch of their classmates, to prove she's ready to commit. She says she was embarrassed before, but she never thought Futaba was disgusting. Not once.

She shows off her mistress outfit to prove it.

(Akane cheated on Futaba by the way. She had another man while she was playing with a high schooler. She also doesn't stop asking Nako "why aren't you jealous???" until the bitter end. Well, I'll tell you why fuckface. "Dating" you sucked. Dating Nako for real is awesome, so forgetting about your toxic pedo ass didn't take long. Get. Over. It.)

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #Seifuku No Joou-sama

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Green. Gonna bump it up a notch? Continuation of Simon and Ghost being two very separate entities. Soap has to hide it from the rest of the Task Force that now the other entity really really wants another taste of Soap. Could happen at any time - on base, after a mission... (after a botched mission and Soap is hurt... not bad just a wee bit bloody)

Thank you very much! *backflips and disappears*

Oh hell yeah! This one is a continuation of this! And it's for Horror Night!

Soap had caught onto the whole Simon or Ghost thing easy. It was fairly easy to differentiate them. Simon had been the one he'd ran missions on, even if he still called him Ghost.

Ghost was the one who craved Soap. He was also the one who would occasionally come out and do horrific things when any one of the other three were in danger.

But only Soap knew about him. Simon had basically demanded he keep his mouth shut about it. And then... started to ignore him.

It really wasn't fair. Soap knew Simon also felt some sort of way towards him but he would ignore him. Treat him like he didn't even think of him as a friend. To Simon, Soap may as well be on a different unit.

Soap had considered trying to trigger Ghost out again, but he worried about the implications of that. It'd been hard enough to explain to Price while Ghost's clothes were ripped and Soap had bite marks everywhere.

Price likely did not believe him.

Having to do it again would not make their case any more believable.

But, Soap wanted it again. So badly. He needed it again. He would catch Simon staring at him, sometimes, and then he'd blink and red eyes would flick over his body before Simon would shake his head and rip his sight away.

Soap was frustrated. He slammed Simon into a wall, clearly surprising him, since Soap was 5'10 and Simon was 6'4. It would have probably been an odd sight. "You're being an asshole. I know you fucking want me, like Ghost wants me."

Simon sighed. "Johnny-"

"Fuck off. Don't call me that if you're gonna keep being an asshole." Soap glared at him and then backed up, storming off. He was sick of Simon.

Soap put his hands up, carefully. This mission had been a shitshow from the start. It was just him and Simon, Price thought it would help them learn to "work together again", and things had just started going wrong and didn't stop.

Now, they were both surrounded by several gunmen, who had their guns pointed directly at them.

Soap closed his eyes. They'd all been ordered to shoot to kill. So... he wasn't getting out of this without at least a bullet wound. He considered asking for his life, but... no, that wouldn't really work.

Soap glanced to Simon, who looked pissed. "Well, it was... fun." He tried to joke, hoping to lighten the situation a little.

Simon glared at him. But then... Soap saw his eyes flicker. Simon turned back to the gunmen, who seemed to be waiting. Soap wished they'd just get it over with, already. He was sick of waiting.

Simon glanced at him. They made the order, finally, and Soap jerked back as he was shot, but only once. He fell backwards, holding his shoulder where the bullet had hit.

Fuck.

Soap heard screaming come from the gunmen and more gunfire, but Soap knew enough to know he didn't exactly want to see what was going on. He dragged himself to his feet and went to try to leave, before stopping when all of the sound just. Stopped.

"Where are you, going, Johnny?"

Soap winced. "Well, I was trying not to get shot, more, so... away."

“I wouldn’t let you get hurt.” Ghost’s voice could reach him, easily, despite the distance.

Soap turned to him. “I know that, Simon-” He paused at the growling, trying not to show that he’d done that on purpose. He hesitated. He wanted to rile him up. “I knew you had it handled, Simon. I just... didn’t want to get shot again. It’s not fun.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, Johnny... But I don’t think you want to lose it.”

“I’m not playing any games, Simon.” Soap shrugged, knowing he was in fact playing a game.

“You know fully fucking well that I am not Simon.” Ghost stalked over to him, already changing. “He wouldn’t have been able to shred them to pieces like that.”

“Then who are you?” Soap played stupid. He looked up at Ghost, trying to keep himself from blushing dark red at the sight of him. Already, he found himself wanting nothing more than for Ghost to fuck him, rough and hard.

“Johnny.” Ghost warned and stopped in front of him. He looked down at him, intense.

Soap hesitated. He gave in, almost immediately. “I’m sorry...” He winced and looked away.

“Better.” Ghost touched his face and made him look at him. “You’ve been so neglected... I suppose I can’t fault you for being upset about it... But, I’m here now.”

Soap relaxed into his touch, loving the feeling of his cold fingers on his warm face. Ghost’s hand moved down to his shoulder, touching the wound, and making Soap wince. “I wish I had made them suffer more.” Ghost shook his head, tsking.

Soap flushed and looked up at him, frowning. Was Ghost concerned about him? He went to ask, but didn’t get the chance. Ghost was suddenly behind him, reaching around his front and shredding Soap’s shirt off of him. Soap gasped in surprise. “Wha-”

Claws dragged down his skin and Soap shivered, backing up into Ghost. Ghost put his hand on Soap’s throat and gently pushed his head back, leaning down and kissing him.

Soap melted, as usual, as the world went hazy. He looked up at Ghost, smiling a little. Ghost pat his face before suddenly his claws were digging into Soap’s bullet wound. Soap’s knees went weak with pleasure and he cried out, trying to stay upright.

Blood dripped down his shoulder and Ghost pulled the bullet out, flicking it to the side. Ghost leaned down, having to crane his body in an almost impossible way, but of course it wasn’t for him. Soap looked away, not wanting to watch it, even with whatever Ghost does to him.

Ghost licked over the wound and Soap moaned again, leaning his head back. When he was done, Soap flushed, realizing the bullet wound was gone. There wasn’t even a scar. “You... You could have done that last time??? I’m walking around with a permanent bite scar and you could have just... gotten rid of it?”

“I wanted it to stay.” Ghost shrugged. “You’re mine.”

Soap flushed. Okay, he liked the idea of that, but... still. It’d been a pain in the ass to explain that to Price. He went to argue with Ghost, before Ghost was kissing him deeply again, thrusting his tongue practically down Soap’s throat.

The haze thickened and Soap moaned. Ghost grabbed his waist and pulled away. Soap’s mind felt fuzzy and everything felt nice.

Ghost smiled. “Finish undressing, Johnny.”

Soap went to turn around to face him, but Ghost stopped him. Soap frowned but did as told, pulling his clothes off. “What are-” He was stopped by Ghost shoving him down to his knees.

Ghost moved around for a bit before he was behind Soap again, pushing him down a little. “Look at my handiwork...” He purred into Soap’s ear, turning Soap’s head so he had to stare at the torn and mangled dead bodies.

Soap cringed. He had been trying to avoid looking at them. “That was all for you... Because they hurt you... And I’m going to do that to anyone else who hurts you...” Ghost’s hand reached around and wrapped around Soap’s cock, stroking it to hardness.

Soap moaned and leaned his head back. He whined when Ghost’s hand let him go and then Ghost was shoving him down and pulling his hips up. Soap braced himself as fast as he could before Ghost was three fingers in him and Soap’s body exploded with pleasure.

Fuck, he didn’t know what Ghost’s saliva fully did but it was fucking destroying Soap. Soap moaned and arched his back, grasping at the dirt. Ghost chuckled and fucked him with his fingers. The pleasure was intense and Soap moaned loudly, pushing back on Ghost’s fingers.

Ghost leaned down and wrapped his arm around Soap’s shoulder, biting the back of it. Soap cried out and threw his head back, almost hitting Ghost’s. Ghost shoved his fingers deep in him and Soap moaned his name, loudly.

That seemed to set Ghost off because he was immediately pulling his fingers out and shoving his cock in. Soap trembled from the pleasure it caused, hitting at the dirt and screaming.

“God, I want to take you apart, sometimes. I want to fucking ruin your body with nothing but my cock and listen to you scream and beg me for more.” Ghost growled into Soap’s ear.

Soap gasped at his words, moving his arm so he could hit his head against it. Ghost didn’t show him any mercy, just started to fuck into Soap, ignoring his thrashing and screaming with pleasure.

Soap felt like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think from pleasure. All that was in his brain was Ghost and Ghost’s cock, slamming into him. He hit at the ground to alleviate some of it, but it barely helped.

He screamed as he came without warning, but Ghost didn’t stop. He kept going until he was painting Soap’s insides white, slamming his hand on the ground beside Soap’s head.

Soap panted as he came down and the thoughts finally came back. He whimpered as Ghost pulled out and then panted, relaxing. “You succeeded...”

“I know.” Ghost chuckled, sounding amused. He ran his nails down his back, chuckling at the way Soap groaned and writhed from it. “Hmm... how are you going to explain your torn shirt to Price?”

“Asshole.”

#bunnie's horror night #green #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2

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formerlyz · 1 year

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Kazuki Week Day 1

A little hurt/comfort fic for Day One of Kazuki week! Kazuki has a nightmare and Rei and Miri comfort him when he wakes up. (Full fic is under the cut for those who prefer to read on tumblr instead of ao3:)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Canon typical swearing, Character deaths (Rei and Miri are fine don’t worry)

The dim city lights reflected off the wet ground, distorted by the falling rain.

Shit. Kazuki cursed as he once again missed his target. This shouldn’t have been a tough job, just a clean, quiet, hit. In and out. Except he had slipped up in his charade, and the target had seen right through his disguise and made a break for it.

So now here he was, his lungs burned as he sprinted after the target, turning down a maze of alleyways and dodging obstacles that were thrown into his path. This was going to be one of his last jobs. Once his baby was born he would go straight, find a respectable job, and leave this life behind. But in the meantime, he had work to do.

The narrow path of the alley opened up into a street. It was so early in the morning that the sun hadn’t come up, so the road was fairly empty. A red sedan slammed on its brakes and honked as the target ran in front of it. He yanked open the drivers side door and tossed the driver on the ground, taking his place at the wheel.

“Dammit!” Kazuki stopped running and fired his gun a few times, but it was too late, the car was peeling away.

The sound of a sniper rifle pierced through the quiet night. The car spun out, and crashed into an oncoming fuel truck.

On the sidewalk right next to the flaming wreckage was a silhouette. It was a woman holding an umbrella. She was heavily pregnant and familiar. She stared at the wreck in shock for a moment before her eyes turned to Kazuki. His stomach dropped the moment he recognized her.

“YUZ-“

An incredibly loud boom interrupted Kazuki’s cry. The last thing he saw was Yuzuko’s face, staring at him in disbelief, before she was completely engulfed by the flames. The shockwave sent Kazuki flying backwards.

When his back hit the wall, he was in a completely different location. A hand was gripping his throat.

“I’ll deal with you later” Ogino growled. Searing pain ripped through Kazuki’s shoulder. Ogino released his neck, but instead of dropping to the ground Kazuki was stuck to the wall, almost like the bullet in his shoulder was holding him in place. He struggled through the pain, but couldn’t move, couldn’t reach his gun, couldn’t do anything.

He was forced to watch helplessly as Ogino slid open the partition separating the rooms in Misaki’s small apartment.

“MIRI!! RUN” Kazuki shouted as loud as he could.

“Any last words, child?” He heard Ogino say in a voice that almost sounded bored.

“Where’s my Papa? I want my Papa!” He heard Miri cry.

“How predictable,” Ogino muttered. Kazuki shut his eyes tight and prayed for a miracle as the sound of Ogino’s gun rang in his ears.

When he opened them, he was outside once again. Only this time the rain had stopped and he stood in front of the Suwa mansion. The pain in his shoulder had faded to a dull ache, but his right leg was killing him. Rei stumbled out the door, holding his bloodied right arm. He was about halfway down the stairs when Kazuki heard the sickening sound of yet another gunshot.

Rei froze for a moment before falling forward. Adrenaline overcoming the pain from his injuries, Kazuki dove forward just in time to catch Rei’s head. Blood was quickly seeping out of a hole in Rei’s back, right over his heart.

“No…no no no no no I can’t lose you too.” Kazuki pleaded. Yuzuko was gone, Miri was gone, Rei was the only one he had left. “Please. Stay with me Rei! Come on”

Another boom, another bullet, and more pain, this time in Kazuki’s skull just before his vision went black.

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The first thing Kazuki heard was his own scream as he snapped awake. His chest was heaving as his eyes struggled to recognize where he was in the darkness.

“Kazuki!” That voice. He knew that voice. He became aware of warm hands gripping his shoulders, firm but not tight enough to be painful, and something pressing his legs down.

The first thing Kazuki was able to make out was a pair of blue eyes. Those eyes. He knew those eyes. He had seen the light leave those eyes just a moment ago. Yet now they were shining like sapphires in the moonlight as they looked down at him.

“You’re at home. You’re safe” Kazuki finally got his bearings. He was in bed at his apartment. Rei was hovering over him, holding onto his shoulders and straddling his legs. He was wearing one of Kazuki’s t shirts and a pair of Morio Kart sweats that Miri had picked out as his Christmas gift.

“Rei?” Kazuki whispered. The grip on his shoulders loosened a bit.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Rei let go with his right hand and brushed away a tear that was making its way down Kazuki’s cheek. Afraid that his partner would vanish before his eyes again, Kazuki sat up and hugged Rei as tight as he could. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a strange mix of grief, fear, and relief. He began to sob, hard, on Rei’s shoulder.

Rei wrapped his arms around Kazuki’s neck and his legs around his waist, embracing Kazuki with his whole body.

“I thought I lost you… I can’t lose you…” Kazuki hiccuped in between sobs.

“I’m staying right here.” Rei said softly.

“I can’t go through that again. I can’t—“

“You won’t.” Kazuki buried his face deeper into Rei’s shoulder and nodded. He continued to hold Kazuki like that and let him cry.

“Papa Kazuki? Are you okay?” Kazuki heard Miri’s sweet voice. He tried to stop crying, it was late, and the last thing he wanted to do was worry her, but tears just kept pouring out.

“He’s okay Miri. Papa Kazuki just had a bad dream” Rei responded for him. His hand came up to rest on Kazuki’s head to cradle it closer. Through his shuddering breath, Kazuki heard the little pitter patter of Miri’s feet and the subsequent creaking of their mattress as she climbed onto the bed.

“Scary stuff! Scary stuff! Fly away!” Miri recited. It was a little mantra her mother had taught her that she would say to ‘banish’ bad dreams. Kazuki could feel her climb onto his pillow behind him. She wrapped her small arms around his back as best she could.

Kazuki closed his eyes and focused on them. He focused on the sound of their breathing and the feel of their body heat warming him up. He focused on the sweet vanilla smell of Rei’s shampoo and Miri’s small hand patting him on the back. He focused on the little kisses Rei planted on the top of his head and Miri telling him “it’s okay Papa” every few minutes. He focused on the fact that the two people he loved most in the world were alive and safe.

Eventually Kazuki was able to calm down enough to pull himself off Rei. He twisted around to grab Miri and pull her into the embrace. As Kazuki hugged both of them, he began to cry again, but this time it was out of relief and gratitude. It felt like somewhere, somehow, Yuzuko was looking down on him and smiling knowing that he was being taken care of.

“I love you guys so much.” Kazuki whispered as the tears finally slowed. He pulled back and used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes.

“Love you too” Rei said as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on Kazuki's.

“Mmhmm! We love you Papa!” Miri said earnestly. She stood on her tiptoes to give him a big kiss on the cheek. “Can I sleep here tonight? I’ll protect you from the nightmares!” Even though Kazuki was emotionally exhausted, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.

“Of course you can,”

The three of them shifted to get comfortable in bed. Kazuki held Miri as Rei spooned him. Miri passed out again almost immediately once they had laid down, Kazuki just watched her sleep and gently stroked her hair. He thought Rei had fallen back asleep too until he spoke.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kazuki debated for a moment before turning to lay on his back. Miri snuggled up and used his chest as a pillow. Rei scooted closer and rested his chin on Kazuki’s shoulder, draping his top arm over Kazuki’s midriff.

“It started with the night Yuzuko died but then time kept jumping around and I lost you and Miri too”. Kazuki stared at the ceiling. “The thought of losing you two, of going through that pain again. I—“ he began to feel tears welling in his eyes again.

Rei leaned forward and gave Kazuki a kiss on the cheek. “Look at me.” Rei said gently as he cupped Kazuki’s face. Once Kazuki let him turn his head, Rei rested their foreheads together again.

“Miri and I are not going anywhere.” He promised. Rei stroked Kazuki’s cheek. His touch was soft and soothing. He sat up slightly to get his free arm around Rei.

“I believe you.” Kazuki mumbled as he laid back down. Rei held his face for another moment to give him a tender kiss on the lips before leaning down and resting his head on Kazuki’s shoulder. He turned his head back to face the ceiling as Rei swung his leg over Kazuki’s and pull him closer. As Kazuki drifted off to sleep, he had a feeling that Rei was right. Kazuki had gotten a second chance at a family, and this time they weren’t going anywhere. He might not be able to change the past, but he was in charge of his own future now. And the future looked bright.

#Kazukiweek2023 #buddy daddies #buddy daddies spoilers #buddy daddies fic #buddy daddies kazuki #kazuki kurusu #kazurei #buddy daddies fanfic #reikazu #my writing #z tries to write #my stuff #I’m going to try and do a fic for every day of Kazuki week #But we’ll see #I’ve been busy so i only have a couple done #I literally wrote this whole thing in like an hour last night lol #If i don’t do fics I’ll probably do doodles

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hi again everybody !! it’s admin ocha here with my 2nd child who is the epitome of tranquil surfer boy aesthetic~ i am wayyyy less prepared with him, so pretty much all his info barring his profile/stats page is under the cut , but i wanted to go ahead and post something for him 🧡 beyond the read more, you’ll find his bullet point origin story & some wanted connections so please do hit the heart if you would like to plot with yunseong !

grew up in the yangyang city area of gangwon district. his parents owned a bed & breakfast at jukdo beach, so the family spent quite a lot of time there.

the family dynamic was really tight-knit and was very reliant on humor to make it through difficult times, something that would have a lifelong effect on yunseong.

while their parents worked, yunseong and his older sister (wc!!) would kill time for hours on the beach. he loved being there, smelling the sea salt in the air, hearing the battling chirps of seagulls and the crashing of waves.

this was where he took his first surfing lesson. he saw them being given on the beach and begged his mother for the 26,000 won it cost to enter the class. he fell in love on the first wave, even though he fell into it within milliseconds. by the end of that day, he had enough muscle memory in his calves to withstand a good five or so seconds on the board.

the lessons became semi-regular and a few months later, he could surf bigger waves and his balance had been trained along quite nicely. he could officially consider it a hobby, and didn’t really need the input of an instructor anymore.

he used his newfound balance to also learn skateboarding, something that translated into a very specific friend group in school.

yunseong was fairly athletic, playing a few different sports in school, but never having any real aspirations to go pro at anything. still, the world of sports fascinated him, and he could definitely see himself doing something behind the scenes.

after graduating from high school, he admittedly slacked off quite a bit. all he really wanted to do that summer was hang out on the beach he grew up on and surf as much as he could. he didn’t really wanna accept that his childhood was over, and it was time to start taking responsibility for himself.

after a year of goofing off, his father scolded him about not taking his future seriously and pushed him to start thinking about what he wanted to do with his life.

he wound up getting accepted to meikyung university in daegu, and is currently pursuing his degree in sports marketing.

after moving to daegu, he got a job at xpixel in the mall to pay his bills and rent (he was insistent on moving out of the dorm and living off campus bc he just couldn’t take it anymore) and is about a year out from graduating.

he’s once again become unsure about his future, because he enjoys working at sunset galleria so much. he kinda just wants to stay at the hotel pool or hang out at the arcade with his friends for the rest of time.

personality

some beachy surfer vibes; mostly he’s just an extremely calm, laidback individual. he’ll really only fight or argue if it means keeping the peace in the end, if that makes sense.

complete mama’s boy. his mom is his favorite person on the whole earth, whereas he wasn’t as close to his more stern father.

still uses humor to lighten the mood or deflect his true feelings. can be a little self-effacing sometimes in a humoristic way. doesn’t like to make other people the butt of his jokes unless he knows them and they have that type of comfort level.

he is the type to cover your shift to help out, but also, don’t expect him to do a good job rip

is slightly competitive due to his background in sports, but again, it’s more in a joke-y way

has a hard time taking anything seriously, and it can be to an annoying degree. it may sometimes feel irreverent, but just when you think he’s incapable of being genuine, he tells you something very real and you’re taken aback by it.

this communicates into how he loves quite a bit. you may sometimes feel like he doesn’t say the right words enough, but he always comes through in the end. he is also pretty big on romantic gestures, rather than using words to convey his feelings. catch him making u a mixtape of songs that remind him of you and planning you a poolside picnic 🧡

wanted connections

gamer friends

friends he hits up the pool with a lot

mutual crush / flirtationship

frenemies

fwbs

roommates

friends from college / study buddies

people who will actually eat his strange cooking

literally anything give me all the things

#╰ * 𝙸𝙼 𝚈𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙶. : intro. ⧽ it’s okay if the waves grow .

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cyberpunkplaylist · 5 months

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Tell Him a Vengeful Ghost is Coming...

So this morning I'm feeling that my playthrough 2.0 of Cyberpunk 2077 is more than a bit bloodthirsty. I delete a lot of gangers on sight with this Feral StreetKid character I'm playing. 6th Streeters, Scavengers, Tyger Claws, Maelstrom. Anyone who shoots at me (OR MY CAR) first. I'll stalk em and quietly put a throwing knife into em. Then while looting their bodies, if they're still laying there twitching and only MOSTLY dead, they get a bullet to the head. And I feel a BIT bad about some of em. Occasionally, I'll feel like I'm crossing the line from videogame protagonist to virtual serial killer whose timing belt has snapped in a fairly significant way. I've happened on Scavengers just watching TV and having a barbeque on a grill. And I drill em anyway. I mean, Scavengers are organleggers and butchers, so I don't feel too bad about messing up their relaxing fun day. Especially after seeing their victims piled up by a dumpster in an alley nearby. But looking at a cute ganger girlie kinda twitching on the ground cos I wirelessly stared a short circuit daemon into their wetware? Yeah, I feel a twinge of guilt for a moment. Now that guilt's not as bad as Star Wars Galaxies 20 years ago when I was given a mission to go kill some lunatics outside of Corel City on Corellia. At first I'm like, "Hey, that's not a problem." I was a gunslinger. I tooled right out there with my blasters cos hey, that's just biz. But I get there and I stopped cold.

Those guys didn't seem like lunatics. They were just swimming in the river. Milling about on the riverside. And I couldn't do it. I abandoned that mission. Cos I'm not an asshole. I'd feel terrible about going down there and busting their shit for breathing on a nice day by the water. Arasaka corpos in Cyberpunk 2077 however… I went to a police bounty posting and found some Arasaka mercs and a work team by some dump site. They'd waxed a whole group of pinks and for whatever reasons Corpos have. I zeroed all of em but one. The guy who looked like the squad leader I didn't do immediately. But Arasaka did my partner and has caused me no end of grief in game in a pretty personal way. "Now… There's a reason I didn't kill you, chummer. If you live, I want you to tell them. Tell them I'm coming. All these dead gangers your people have no doubt been monitoring while I cut a path through the city? I pretty much kill them on sight. But that's just cos they're butchers and rapists, human traffickers and not averse to shooting at me. But that's just biz. I'm not some gonk vigilante. I'm a professional. It's not personal.

Arasaka and all your little soldiers though?

I'm pissed with you.

And you're all going to see the extent of that. See this dumpster here? All of your dead team-mates are in there. I put them in there after putting a bullet through each one's left eye. They'll be pretty ripe soon. So listen carefully. Remember this part. This concerns you.

While their corpses are voiding themselves all around you in the stinking dark, I want you to remember my message if they find you in time. If they care enough about your worthless replace-able life to come and find you. If their actuarial tables dictate that you're worth a recovery op. Remember this.

Tell Yorinobu Arasaka a vengeful ghost is coming. Tell him that nothing will save him from its wrath. And in whatever hell he might believe in, I will be his chiefest tormentor. Tell him that what I will do to him will make his strangling his father to death seem the sweetest of kindnesses. Tell him that.

And if you die in this dumpster choking on your own horrified vomit with my message on your lips, I'm sure he can have his techs rip this memory from your rotting brainware. Waste not, want not and all that.

Now…

In you go."

So like... I don't believe myself to be a violent or vengeful person. Each person in the world contains universes. And the thought of taking away all the days they've filled their lives with is horrific to me. (with some exceptions.) But sometimes, my imagination can be a frightful thing.

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Cyberpunk #CP2077 #videogames #gaming #violence #Writing

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noxsoulmate · 2 years

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Joe/Nicky, touching, I would love a combination of 3, 8 and 9. But if it's not possible I would prefer 8. 🥰

😘❤️

Izzy, my love 🥰 of course you get all three, you know me 😘

Touching

3. hiding face in neck 8. shielding the other one with their body 9. listening to the other’s heartbeat

It was supposed to be a fairly normal mission, just something simple to get them all back in the groove after having Booker and Quynh back. None of them was supposed to die again. But with the new dynamic and the added hindrance that they were all looking out for Andy, they did not run like the well-oiled machine they usually did.

And it showed.

It showed in the way they hindered themselves at one point or another; it showed in the way they left one of their flanks open, thinking someone else had it covered.

But most prominently, it showed when Joe dropped to the ground, hit by a bullet straight to his brain.

Something that shouldn’t have happened – something that wouldn’t have happened if they were at their usual one hundred percent.

Rationally, of course, Nicky knew it would be alright. It was always alright and he always knew – but that never stopped the way his heart ripped apart, every single time he had to see his husband die.

Still keeping an eye out for possible new attacks, Nicky left his position and moved over to Joe’s body, waiting for him to gasp back to life. Any minute now.

“Why is it taking so long?”

He wanted to ignore Quynh’s question, didn’t want to admit that it did take longer than usual. But it did. And he knew.

It felt like ages until he could finally hear the tale-tell gasp, right as a new wave of attackers stormed the premises. Quickly, he made sure to stand between his beloved and the armed men, unable to move as freely as the rest of their team did. It didn’t matter, he still had enough room for his longsword to take out a few attackers. Movement behind him told him that Joe was slowly getting up and a quick glance over his shoulder let him know that Joe was using the wall for support. He looked terrible and Nicky moved at once, shielding him with his own body for as long as he needed to catch his breath and get his bearings.

Nicky only moved when he finally felt a steady hand at his waist and in the next moment, his husband was by his side again. Looking over, he caught Joe giving him a reassuring smile and a nod, then the two husbands were back in fighting mode.

After this hiccup, the group made quick work with the rest of the mission, finishing it up without further incident. But they knew they didn’t have any time to lose – there had been too much going on for it not to draw attention – so they rushed through covering all their tracks, leaving Nicky no time to reach for Joe. So it wasn’t until they were pressed into the backseat of a stolen car, Booker driving like a madman to get them to the train station, that Nicky allowed himself a moment just for them.

Resting his head on Joe’s shoulder, he let his warmth soothe him.

“I’m fine,” Joe assured him but it didn’t do much to calm Nicky.

Joe never took this long to wake. He was always the first, always faster than Nicky himself. So why had that changed?

With no desire to let his thoughts wander into unwanted territory, Nicky hid his face in Joe’s neck, breathing him in.

His husband was fine. They would be fine.

Still, hours later, after they had jumped onto a train that would get them out of the country, hiding away in a cargo department, Nicky couldn’t find any sleep. Not at first. Not until he decided to change their usual sleeping arrangement. Slowly turning, careful not to dislodge Joe’s arm that was slung over his waist as always, he was met with a sleepy yet questioning gaze. He kissed his husband briefly but gave no explanation. Instead, he scooted down and rested his head against Joe’s chest. Quickly, Joe seemed to understand, engulfing him in a tight hug and nuzzling into his hair. Nicky could feel a kiss being pressed there, but all he could really focus on was the melodic rhythm against his ear. And listening to Joe’s heartbeat, letting it soothe him, he let out a contented sigh; finally able to calm down enough to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

I'm slowly working my way through the lovely asks I got, thank you for being so patient 😘 still, if anyone wants to, feel free to

Send me an ask and get drabbles in return 😊

(credit to @creativepromptsforwriting for the prompts)

#noxy writes #joe/nicky #joe al kaysani #nicky di genova #joe x nicky #the old guard #touching #immortal husbands #kaysanova #wip game #wip weekend #fluff #temporary character death

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shivasdarknight · 10 months

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#wolqotd Where is your WoL/OC from? Where were they born? Did they grow up in Thanalan? Ishgard? Thavnair?

Did they grow up somewhere that’s not one of the major cities?

Y’know, let’s do a bulleted list of everybody.

Surkukteni was born on the Azim Steppe to the Borlaaq tribe and lived with them for about 11 years of her life before running away from home. She spent her teenaged years in Kugane!

Katsuro - as Surkie’s twin - was also born on the Azim Steppe to the Borlaaq tribe, but because he was a boy he got handed off to the Iriq at 1. The Iriq handed him off to the Malaguld because he’s a Raen, so he spent his entire life with his dads within the Malaguld tribe

Altan - being the younger sister of the two above - was born on the Azim Steppe to the Borlaaq tribe and is the only one of these three to have grown up entirely with them, too. At 18, she left with Katsuro to Eorzea.

Gwendoline was born and raised in Gridania to the Lacroix family (noble Gridanians), raised predominantly in the rich upper district that they hint at in the northern part of Old Gridania, but you can’t go into

Seraphin was born in the outskirts of Gyr Abania to the Velodyna Duskwight clan, but he only spent 4 years there because of the Garlean occupation of the region and the death of his birth family. He grew up in Little Ala Mhigo with his adoptive family but has spent a lot of time in Ul’dah out of necessity (which is earning money for his family)

Teodore is a Lost and was never really in a situation where he grew up under a queen, and that’s because he was born and raised in Sharlayan

W’khittri was born to the W Tribe of Alabathia’s Spine (specifically the Gyr Abanian region) and grew up within that tribe. It survived the Temple of the Fist massacres under King Theodoric (as they were apart of the temple and its theology) and managed to keep quiet under Garlean occupation up until about recently which drove W’khittri out as one of the survivors with her daughter in tow - by all means, she considers herself Ala Mhigan because she frankly is, and is pretty broken up about the fact that her very young daughter (ARR she’s like 5) won’t grow up with the tribe, seeing as she spends the next 7 years of her life (so majority of her childhood) first at the Quicksand with Momodi while W’khittri was taking on jobs, then the Waking Sands, then at the Rising Stones.

Skuld was born and raised in Sharlayan over 100 years ago, so she has no ties back to her home anymore

Melisande was born and raised in Ishgard to a minor noble family that was closely affiliated with House Haillenarte. But, she was a bastard (and Melisande isn’t even her birth name) and she doesn’t like thinking about that place. She’s been in Ul’dah for the past decade or so

Zirnghota was born on the Fourth in a fairly remote village and spent 9 years of her life there before she was ripped to the Source and flung into Meracydia with her baby brother. They were there for a few months before being found by their mother, Zwynacht, and taken to Sharlayan - where she was raised for the rest of her life. She’s one of Zwynacht and Fyrilbryda’s many adopted children

Glyndwr was also born on the Fourth, but he only spent about 2 years before he was ripped to the Source. He spent a few months in Meracydia under the care of his older sister, before the two were adopted by Zwynacht. He was then raised the rest of the time in Sharlayan, but also often went with Zywnacht on gleaner trips so he’s been just about everywhere at this point

Lillith was born in the New Sharlayan colony in the Dravanian Hinterlands, though at this point most of the people there had already left to go back to Old Sharlayan. He’s only there because his father refused to leave. He was definitely raised around the colony (and thus Idyllshire early into its existence), but they eventually moved to the outer parts of the Shroud. He hasn’t been near Gridania for very long but he goddamned loathes it all the same and just wants to go back to Dravania

Satomi was born and raised in Sui no Sato and spent the majority of their life there! But they wound up getting banished for “mingling with outsiders” and now - kicked out at 34, presently 39 - they’re living in Limsa Lominsa

Krystsyng was born and raised in Sharlayan, and continues to live and work there :)

Athanasia’s from Werlyt! She was born and raised in Terncliff and continues to live there; unfortunately she was too young to remember any life before occupation

Qismat is a similar story as he was born in Dalmasca. His family never lived in Rabanastre so they were spared Livia’s destruction, but they lived close enough to still feel the after effects. When he was a teenager, he was brought into the Wood Warders of the Golmore Jungle since their numbers were severely impacted by the Garlean occupation, thus he was half raised in his family’s town (predominantly Dalmascan, hence the name Qismat) and within the jungle as the Djt-marouc warder occasionally interacting with the Eruyt village

Misaki was born and raised in Kugane; she doesn’t know who her birth family is because she was adopted at a young age by the president of the Fujimori Mercantile Company, Toshiaki Fujimori. Was also named by him too, and she doesn’t care to know who her old family was. She was raised in the richer parts of Kugane, too

Iolaine was born within the Allagan Empire, in what is now the Yafaem swamp. Just another part of the empire, born and raised there under the name Urth. She’d return there during the Fifth Astral Era when Mhach ruled that part of the land, then integrated into the Velodyna clan of Gyr Abania - she has many stories about her origins but she’s Allagan.

Ammut was born within the Allagan Empire right in their capital, so where Mor Dhona is now. It’s also where he died :)

Macchi was born in Meracydia, in whatever nation it was that worshipped Sophia. He was from a Mithra clan from there that didn’t have many ties to the wider resistance against Allag, but he’s the one that changed it - especially with him forging that bond with Tiamat. He didn’t die on Meracydian soil, however, as he died in the Allagan capital next to Ammut

Philomène was born and raised on the Fourth. She was from a hunting family that lived a fair ways out from the kingdom’s castletown. She wound up raising herself after the age of 14, grew to adulthood like that, and has recently been ripped from the Fourth to the Source

Donovich was born and raised on the Thirteenth, and is originally from a decently sized village. His parents died when he was pretty young and wound up being predominantly raised by his older sister, Silbhé, until he reached adulthood and took off traveling as an adventurer (and one of the early Memoriates). He became Diarmuid Ua Duibhne who now resides in a deep portion of the Void to avoid the territory wars - not because he’s particularly weak (quite the opposite) but because he really can’t give a flying fuck about them

Saoirse was born and raised on the Thirteenth in a small village of mages, which worked out so well because she had the talent of a bard. She became an adventurer to seek her fortune and was one of the first Memoriates, so now she’s The Morrigna.

Bonus additions of wol kiddos:

Yukiko and Toskr were born in Ishgard but at the present time have spent more time in Thavnair, and briefly in Sharlayan (because of the End of Days stuff)

Orianne was born in Thavnair and spends a bit of time there before they head back to Ishgard

Tseren is going to be born in Ishgard

These four (+...well yknow, the others) are going to live in Ishgard for a bit but be raised elsewhere and I’m leaning towards Dravania at least for the ones that live with Surkie - I still don’t know where the Gwen/Surkie kids are going - but Euodia and Charikleia are born wherever they settle down

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